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Her muzzle broke out in a pointy-toothed grin at the thought of actually seeing her favorite band on stage, more to the point of seeing him.\nA vulpine canine bit down on a black-painted lower lip, the young vixen’s thighs rubbing together as her tail swished around, the white tip catching every bit of light and drawing attention. Just the thought of being in the same room with Steven Hicks, the singer and lead guitarist of the underground sensation from the states, and more to the point the male who’s face she saw every time she scrunched her eyes up and mewled and whimpered her way through an orgasm. All of them self-inflicted, but tonight was going to be different. By a quirk of fate the concert date had aligned perfectly with the start of her heat cycle, and considering the selection of rugged, muscular leather-clad males out here tonight she was sure that this would be the night she became a woman. Her head was filled with fantasies of wild, spontaneous sex fueled by equally wild music, and her purse was filled with condoms because she had just enough sense to want to become a woman and not a mother.\nThe word made her roll her eyes, and also drew her attention to the two tiny silver hoops in her right brow. She’d wanted to get her tongue pierced for her fourteenth birthday because she’d heard how you could drive a guy wild if you had a barbell in your tongue while blowing him, not that she told her mother that. The older vixen had been dead set against it, so the best Shae could do was bargain for two eye-brow piercings. No real sexual application, but she guessed it would make her winks look even prettier. Who knows, if she got close enough to the stage, maybe Steven Hicks himself would spot her…\n“Okay, now let’s check on the two of you…” she said, closing her compact and slipping it back into a purse bulging with rubbers of every size, shape and color. She turned around to regard an otter who looked a little more anxious than usual, and what looked like a smaller version of herself. Appropriate enough since Katie was her sister, two years younger and in Moira’s opinion too young for this concert. But Katie had argued that the otter was no taller than she was, and since they were all way too young to actually get in, Shae had agreed to bring her sis along.\n“Well you’re decked out right, but try not to look like a couple of kiddies! Swing your hips while you walk, hold your chin up, and thrust your chests out! We didn’t go through the trouble of getting these things for you two to slouch and hide them…” she said, groping her budding breasts that looked bigger than they had any right to. She had to admit, the silicone pads they were wearing in their bras really are good, and as long as they didn’t go topless someone could squeeze their tits and not notice they were falsies. Shae thought she had a killer body for a fourteen year old, but in order to pass for eighteen she needed all the help she could get.\n“Are you sure about this Shae? I mean, I’m not really sure we can fit in here…” Moira said, trying to be heard over the din of engines and the rowdy crowd slowly making their way inside.\nThe otter was also a huge fan of the band, and she was surprised by how sexy and punky the vixen had made her look. It had all been a bit of fun when they were back in her room picking out clothes, makeup and enough chains and metal knick-knacks to make them jangle as they walked. But this wasn’t a concert venue – this was the sort of big, loud bar that a lot of adults would hesitate to go into, and it looked like it would be packed to the rafters with really wild people. She was mostly here because she couldn’t let her too impetuous friend go alone, which Shae had threatened to do. But to make matters worse, she wouldn’t have been alone either way.\nKatie looked nervous too, but she immediately followed her sister’s advice. Moira wasn’t sure Shae understood just how much the younger vixen looked up to her, as evidenced by the fact that Katie was doing her best to copy her older sibling’s look and attitude. She knew that Shae would let her tag along as long as she ‘didn’t act like a little kid and embarrass her’, so the twelve-year-old vixen was putting on a brave face as she tried to walk in the buckle-encrusted platform boots that were a good match for their look but more importantly would add some desperately needed inches to their height.\nShae walked in front of the two, tossing her hair and trying to look like she’d been to dozens of places like this before as she joined the lazy stream of people going for the entrance. She’d wondered about what the bouncer would be like, even fantasizing about some wide-shouldered stallion who’d let them in in exchange for the feel of a young vixen’s hands stroking his shaft until he blew his wad. The shaggy bulk of the highland bull standing at the door wasn’t much of a turn on even before he blocked their way.\n“Not a chance…” he rumbled.\n“Excuse me?” Shae said, trying to sound confident as she challenged the brute.\n“You’re excused. Now run along home, no minors in here…”\n“Oh, I get this all the time, but I’m really…”\n“…trying my patience. And holding up the line, so why don’t you and your two friends back there just go back home…” he said, and before Shae could respond the people behind them gently but firmly jostled them out of the way, the stream continuing to flow with the three of them standing by the side.\n“Shae… we tried, but… we knew this might happen. Let’s just go, huh?” Moira said, feeling almost relieved that they’d been found out.\n“Ughhh, I can’t believe that beef-brained brute just brushed us off like that! He didn’t even get the hair out of his eyes so he could actually see us…” she said, frustrated that even her plan B of seducing the bouncer had failed. The bull wasn’t really her type, but more to the point he seemed so straight-laced he might as well have been a bank guard.\n“Where are we going?” asked Katie, looking to her sister for answers as the older of the two vixens went around the building.\n“There’s got to be another way in. So if that steer doesn’t want us as paying customers, we’ll just sneak in.” the vixen insisted, swishing her tail defiantly as she led her sister and her best friend away from the entrance.\n“Sneak in… Shae, we could get into even worse trouble!” Moira insisted, trying to sway her hot-headed friend.\n“Relax, it’s not like we’re stealing anything. Besides Moira, if we listen to outlaw music but behave like good little girls, then we’re just posers when push comes to… there, see?” she said, pointing to another doorway, open and with no one standing on lookout for underage girls.\n“Shea, we’re never gonna pass there! That’s all roadies and they’re carrying in the equipment and instruments, we’ll stand out like a sore thumb!”\n“We’ll think of something… some way to blend in…” the vixen thought out loud, almost jumping out of her own fur when a voice from behind her drawled out a response.\n“Well you could sit on each other’s shoulders and wear a trench coat. It’s a stale gag, but or roadies ain’t too bright, might just get ya past them…”\nThe three girls turned on their heels, standing face to chest with a familiar looking coyote. Three pairs of eyes went wide as they recognized Steven Hicks, the front man of the band they’d all come all this way to see. When none of them managed to get out so much as a peep, the cocky canine spoke again.\n“So I’m guessing the bouncer bounced the three of you? ‘Cause don’t take me wrong, but you do look a few years shy of eighteen…”\n“Y-yes we… tried to… aren’t you cold?” Shea said, her mind operating on some sort of back-up mode after being stunned by the appearance of the man of her wet dreams. The realization that this was the first thing she’d said to Steven Hicks struck home, and the vixen’s ears folded into her hair as color rushed to her cheeks. It sorta made sense though – the coyote was standing out in the night wearing nothing but torn jeans, a ripped white white-beater shirt that clung to his chest and a black leather jacket. \n“Aww, aren’t you sweet to worry. But I got a little taste of home to keep me warm…” he said, brandishing a bottle of bourbon and taking a swig. “I should be saying the same thing about you three. Cute outfits, but they don’t cover much. You girls local?”\n“Yes!” Katie squeaked, eyes glittering as she looked up into the coyote’s grinning face.\n“Figured you were – got some cute accents… guts too. Most kids would have tucked their tails and crawled back home after being shooed away, but you three won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Gotta respect that, especially since I used to pull this kinda crap a lot when I was your age…” he said, and three pairs of ears perked as tails swished at the praise, coming as it did from a man they were trying to cheat out of three concert tickets.\n“C-can you get us in? We’re really huge fans and when we heard about this concert… we’d do anything to be there!” Shae said, her voice a little shaky as she stood about two feet away from what was to her the handsomest male alive.\n“Well you gotta respect your fans… Tell you what, the show won’t start for about half an hour or so. Why don’t we get out of this cold, and then in the last-minute rush I’ll sneak you all in?” he said, ushering the three star-struck girls towards a nearby trailer.\n“Now, if this was a big concert venue, this place would be called a green room, but roadside joints like this one aren’t as fancy. Just have a seat anywhere…” he said, pointing to the well-worn leather sofa’s arranged around a wide coffee table. The table was covered in ashtrays, glasses and bottles of all kinds, with a few patches still barely dusted by white powder and a few covered in green crumbs. The walls and even ceiling were covered in posters announcing long-past gigs, and those in turn were covered by scrawls, graffiti, paw prints and an occasional label peeled from a beer or liquor bottle. Music was blaring from a big old boom box, and Shae couldn’t hide her thrill. Half an hour alone with just the three of them and the lead singer of RoadRage!?\nMoira and Katie had sat themselves down on one couch, leaving an obvious empty spot for Shae between them, but the vixen took a little risk and planted her slender tush on the sofa next to the girls, fighting the urge to squeal as Steven Hicks sat down right next to her. The coyote settled in and threw an arm out along the back of the couch, making polite conversation by asking them where they were from, what made them come here and try to sneak in, avoiding actually asking about their age. Moira and Katie did a good job of holding up their end of the conversation without coming off as giddy fangirls, whereas the best Shae could do was to keep still and control her breathing. \nThe closest she’d expected to get to the man of her fantasies was getting close to the stage, and here he was sitting close enough that she could feel his body heat. Every breath she took carried the coyote’s scent – the smell of old leather, cigarette smoke and bourbon mixed with the scent of his fur that to the vixen’s mind brought scenes of convertibles and bikes roaring along dusty, sun-scorched highways. Under all that mas an unmistakably male scent, one that she knew was likely to blame for her tongue-tied state. She was in heat, and at an age when hormones were still too wild to really control. She tried to focus on the conversation, maybe even say something but whenever she looked at Steven she’d remember staring at that same face looking down at her from the poster she’d pasted on her ceiling. The piercing eyes, albeit printed, that would stare at her naked body as she writhed on the sheets, slender thighs clenched around a paw rubbing furiously, a finger slipping in just far enough to give her an illusion of a male without damaging something she was saving.\n“How ‘bout you vixen? Haven’t gotten a peep outta you since we came in…” the coyote asked, breaking Shae of what she realized was a complete daze. She’d lost contact with reality, let alone the thread of conversation.\n“I… uh… I…” she stammered, wincing at how brain-dead she sounded as she fumbled for something intelligible to say. Looking at Steven’s face didn’t help her get her thoughts together, or at least any ones that weren’t poster-related. Her eyes were locked on his as she sat there like a deer in headlights, waiting for impact.\nImpact came in the form of the coyote’s muzzle pressing against hers, the feel of his lips against hers and a taste of bourbon as his tongue slid into her mouth. Her eyes were still open wide in shock but she noticed he didn’t bother closing his, the yellow, piercing orbs gazing into her own with a predator’s intensity. When he pulled away Shae realized ‘breathtaking’ wasn’t just an expression. The kiss had been brief but the vixen felt like she’d been holding her breath for a minute, fighting the urge to gasp as her young chest rose and fell while the heart within it raced.\n“Thought for a moment that a cat got your tongue, but it seems to still be there…” he said casually, a cocky grin flashing sharp teeth, a clear sign he didn’t think he just took anything that wasn’t on offer.\nShae spared a glance at the cough next to theirs and catching the stunned shock on Moira’s face and the veritable glow of awe on Katie’s face that the little vixen didn’t bother to try hiding. It was the look on her sister’s face that really drove home what happened – she just kissed Steve Hicks! Well, he kissed her to be honest. Maybe that was even better? Like she wasn’t some pushy fan-girl throwing herself at him? Shae had kissed boys before and it had been nice, a little thrill that got her closer to adulthood, but her mind and indeed body had a more severe reaction to her first kiss with a man, especially this one.\n\"S-so, what's this band called? T-they're pretty good...\" Moira said, referring to the roaring voice competing with distorted guitars and pounding drums. She was also desperate to try and lure the coyote's attention away from the vixen seated next to her.\nShae had bragged to her that she wanted to become a woman tonight, and had even shown her the assortment of condoms that should cover just about any kind of male she might run into. The otter had tried to deter her, and when she failed she'd tried telling herself that Shae was just talking big, that she might flirt and at most give some horny guy a handjob. But seeing the way she was looking at Steven after that kiss, or more to the point the way the canine was looking at her made the young mustelid worry. The coyote seemed laid-back as he sprawled on the couch, but there was a distinctly predatory hunger in his eyes as he cast them over the vixen beside him. Shae was the most cocky and headstrong of them, but now she looked meek and desperate for approval from the male who'd just taken what he'd wanted from her without bothering to ask. No help would be coming from Katie who's hero-worship of her sister seemed to be fanned to wild adoration after seeing her kiss the hunky singer.\n\"Yeah, a friend of mine form San Antonio sent it to me. He's a singer for an all-bull band called Stampede and these are the track's they've got lined up for their next album. Pretty fucking good ones too, but I always like to listen to what my competition is putting out there before a gig. Gets me riled up before I go on stage...\" he said, grinning and planting a hand casually on Shae's bare thigh.\n\"W-where's the rest of the band?\" the otter asked, trying not to stare at the coyote's hand traveling against the grain of the vixen's fur, further away from her knee...\n\"Gerrold's probably spending some quality time with his girl, and Matt's way of getting ready for a gig is by being a pain-in-the-ass and making sure the sound and lighting guys have done their job juuuust right. To each his own, I guess. I just chill out, go out there and do my thing...\" he drawled, pointing his toothy grin at Shae as he let his paw slip under her skirt, the vixen gasping as the coyote gave her a little squeeze. \"Usually I'm just here by my lonesome. Makes for a nice change having three pretty girls around to pass the time...\" he said. Moira had to admit that in spite of her misgivings, getting a compliment that from Steven Hicks himself made the fangirl inside her squee with glee. But she was worried to see Shae's chest rise and fall, all the more prominent because of the skimpy top and the pads she was wearing in her bra. She had a strange, glassy look and she seemed to be leaning against the canine now crowded quite close to her. She wondered if she'd fare any better if their places were reversed and she was the one seated next to the exotic hunk they were all crushing on, a predator dressed in loose leather and denim so tight that...\n\"Aww now would you look at that...\" the coyote said, following his eyes to the spot Moira realized she was staring at. What had been a bulge was now an outline, one so unmistakable she almost put a hand over Katie's eyes. \"Pretty sure this is your fault, sugar. Now I gotta get this straightened out before I go out on stage, so whaddaya say to helping me out, hmm?\" the coyote asked, and Moira watched as the outline of his hand traveled further up under Shae's dress, the otter stunned into silence when the vixen gasped out a \"yes\" and rose along with the coyote towering over her.\n“S-Shae, are you sure you… I mean maybe you should think about…” Moira stammered, her voice a panicked squeak as she tried to break through to her friend, maybe make her realize that she was too young to do this, that she should be happy with that kiss…\n“Awww come on, don’t be a prude. Your girl’s old enough to know what she wants, anitcha?” the coyote said, still wearing that devil-may-care grin.\n“It… it’s fine Moira. Just keep Katie company until… ‘till the show starts…” the vixen said, sounding anxious but way too smitten to listen to anything her friend had to say.\n“That’s right. And don’t you worry girl, I’ll take good care of her…” Steven said as he led Shae into the bathroom with his hand on her ass, the door clicking locked once he closed it.\n*******\nShea's legs almost buckled as the coyote kissed her deeply, the difference in their height even more evident now that they weren't seated. He was cupping her pointed chin and tilting her head up, but even so he had to lean down to kiss her, the six-foot tall coyote looming over the trembling vulpine whimpering into his muzzle. Shae had been hoping for a wild night when she left the house, but this was literally the stuff of her dreams. She half-expected to wake up out of breath, sheets tangled around her and wet where they bunched up between her thighs. He had her back against the tiles as he kissed her deep, not caring a damn that she was obviously underage, that he'd only just met her. It was almost scary how he could take anything he wanted and make her feel a thrill that he was taking it, that he wanted her. \nHe groped her left breast through her top and Shae felt a relief that the padding she'd worn to look older had seemingly fooled this dominant predator who'd taken who knows how many egger young groupies as they thrust their firm young chests out at him. But a grope wasn't what he wanted, that became clear as his hand slipped along the white fur of her belly, causing her abs to tremble at his touch until his fingers reached her panty-covered mound. It was only when he peeled the silky fabric aside that Shae realized she'd drenched it in the same sweet-scented nectar even now soaking into the coyote's paw. His paws were hard, the guitar-string callouses rough against the soft, swollen lips of her sex as he teased her with a few rubs of her slit. Their kiss muffled her moan when his finger slipped in, almost two knuckles deep before she winced and Steven broke their kiss.\n\"Awww, what's this? You saving yourself for marriage, sugar?\" the coyote asked in a growling tone, his muzzle next to her ear and his finger still inside her.\n\"N-no...\" the vixen gasped in reply, aware of what that answer would get her...\n*******\nGood answer babygirl, guess that perky red butt is safe... for now at least.\nNot that Steven minded breaking in a piece of jailbait ass, nor did he doubt this little slut would raise that big pretty tail if he asked her for it. But even though this vixen's tits were fake hear heat was very real, sweeter than scotch or smoke and twice as intoxicating. The girl was already reeking of it, something she must have been aware of. The perfume she wore was cute, borrowed from her momma or a big sister to pull off the big girl act, but nothing could hide the sweet musk of a barely ripe cherry. Good thing he'd spotted her when he did. He knew the crowd his music pulled in, and if she'd gotten past that bouncer she'd have lost her virginity to the first random guy to rub up against her wet little slit. Getting broken in by him was good for bragging rights if nothing else.\nWith some hesitation he pulled his finger from the vulpine honeypot, leaving her soaked panties pushed to the side and her plump cunny exposed as he pulled his zipper down and fished his shaft out. The girl had both hands on his chest so he grabbed one by the wrist and pulled it down until he felt fingers brush against his cock. The girl glanced down once before looking back into his eyes, lips parted as she gripped him and began to stroke. Her hand was trembling around him but it wasn't fear. Fear would have had her pulling away instead of squeezing down enough to make his shaft twitch and squirt against her wrist.\n\"That's it girl, get a nice good feel for it... not your first time stroking a cock, is it?\" he said, holding her gaze and smiling the smile he knew for a fact could make girls like this one do things they know they shouldn't.\n\"N-no, but... it's big...\" she said. Probably remembering some boy she'd felt up, some kid just as nervous and clueless as she was, but she had a man in her hand now and she knew it.\n\"And you're such a sweet little thing, is that it? Worried I might hurt ya?\" he said, the vixen blushing hard enough to make her white fur blend with the red. \"Don't you worry darlin'. You'll probably scream, but I promise it won't be in pain...\" he said, grazing her clit as he pulled his fingers from the tight little slit that had so eagerly drooled all over them.\nHe brought the dripping digits up to the girls face, his grin growing a little wider as her eyes went wide just before he pushed the fingers in past her parted lips. Her ears flicked back nervously, embarrassed that she was being made to taste her own honey just like that, but she still suckled on his digits, timidly licking up her own mess. Yeah, she's nervous, she's clueless, but so where dozens of little star-struck teens that he'd gotten to do things even groupies wouldn't. Wild girls can be fun, but nothing beats breaking in a little sweetheart like this one...\n\"Taste nice, does it?\" he said, pulling his fingers out. The vixen was to embarrassed to reply, but she did nod.\n\"Well lemme get a taste then...\" he said, dropping down to one knee and pushing his head between the startled girls thighs, bunching her skirt up and exposing her bare sex.\nHe knew what she was going to taste like, of course. Fresh virgin pussy, in heat and showing it. Nothing sweeter than that, especially straight from the source. Steven demonstrated a predator's appetite as he pushed his long muzzle in hard enough for the sides of his incisors to press into the plump young labia, his black nose flat against the girl’s clit so that his every exhale had her shuddering. His long canine tongue was slipping over and over between the swollen folds, the sound of skin sliding across skin audible even above the vixen's gasps and moans. He moved his hands to cup the vixen's perky little ass, pushing her crotch against him as her legs began to tremble. She was close, but the coyote had no intention of giving her what she needed. Not with his tongue, anyway. A little more licking and teasing, and by the time he was done little Shae would be begging for that big scary sock she'd been squeezing so timidly...\n*******\nShae bit her finger but not in time to stifle a yip that rang loud in the little tiled room, aware that her friend and her little sister were on the other side of that door. She dared to look down and shuddered as she met Steven's eyes, yellow and intense as the coyote stared up at her even as he dug his tongue in as deep as her hymen would allow. His paws were on her cheeks and she felt like he was holding her up in the palms of his hands, especially since she lacked either the strength or the will to get away. The vixen felt like she should be doing something. A girl like the one she'd pretended to be when she came here would have pushed his head against her crotch, or flashed him her tits. Shae felt like all she could do was to keep her thumping heart in her chest while the tongue lashed against her sex. \nShe was surprised how quickly she'd reached the very edge of her climax, but whenever she felt close release slipped away from her. A more experienced female might have realized she was being expertly teased, but Shae was in no state to think. The paw that had been wrapped around the coyote's cock still felt warm and with a thrill Shae imagined the seductive singer licking her juices off his chops and suggesting she return the favor. She had no doubt what her response would be, and for a moment the finger in her mouth became the hot, tapered tip of that rock hard shaft pushing into her muzzle. When Steven did rise and lick her honey off his muzzle she was sure her guess had been right, but the coyote made no move to push her to her knees. Instead he pressed himself close, kissing her neck and pushing his shaft against her abs.\n\"How 'bout it sugar? Ready to become a woman?\" he asked, rubbing his hips up and down and making the bulge of his knot grind against her tongue-bathed cunny. The heat of his shaft almost made the vixen cum right then and there, but one sensible thought managed to rise to the surface of her frazzled mind.\n\"I... I'm in heat...\" she panted out as if she'd just run a mile.\n\"You think I don't know that after where my nose's just been? That's just going to make this feel even better...\" he said, grabbing her hand and placing it against his cock. Fingers wrapped around it on instinct, hot, smooth and slick, the male of her dreams...“Not a lot of girls go out on the town when they’re in heat. Ones that do usually do it for a reason…”\n\"In my purse... condoms... c-could you... please?\" she said, terrified he might reject her.\n\"Awww babygirl, you sure? You know it won't feel as good as just taking this as nature intended?\" he said, and almost on cue the shaft in her grip flexed and sprayed against her wrist. She wouldn't feel that with a condom, and the idea almost made Shae relent, but what little sense she had prevailed.\n\"P-please?\" she pleaded.\n\"Awwright then, go ahead and wrap me up... Break my heart before you drain my nuts…\" he said.\nShea's paws were trembling as she rifled through the little purse stuffed with rubbers, picking the kind meant for canines named \"AlphaXL\". She had to grip the wrapper with her teeth just to tear it open, and she didn't miss the waiting coyote smiling at that. The rubber was red and matched the shade of his shaft as the panting girl rolled it down, the material molding to his flesh, the ring straining around the knot before squeezing tight behind it. The balloon tip was already filling up with canine pre, and the vixen couldn't imagine what sort of flood the thing would wind up holding back. She didn't even remember rising, laying her back against the wall as the grinning canine stole another kiss, running his paws down her sides and letting them settle on her red-furred cheeks.\n“Wrap your arms around my neck darlin', we're kinda short on time so this is going to be a wild ride...\" he said, the rich growly tone in his voice making her arms move without involving her brain. The hands cupping her cheeks gripped them, the muscles on the coyote's arms bunching up as he hoisted her UP. Shae's feet went flying out behind him as her rear was lifted up, the coyote's muzzle level with her white-furred neck as he held her until the rubbery tip brushed against her slit. Steven lowered her until he was wedged, the first inch or two of his cock held securely by the quivering vulpine sex. He held her eyes and leered at her for a few seconds before dropping her down, the girl's wet sex sliding smoothly down the lubricated condom straining around the coyote. The tapered tip speared through her hymen so effortlessly that she didn't feel the sting until her splayed labia were resting against the knot of the growling canine. But the sensation of something thick and hard spreading her open in the blink of an eye was intense enough to make her cry out, a sharp yip that she was sure would be heard even through the music blaring in the other room. If Moira and Katie had any doubts what she was doing with Steven, that cry would have made it clear enough.\n\"Fuck, you're a tight little thing... you make cute noises too. C'mon girl, don't be shy, lemme hear you...\" Steven said, bucking up into her and drawing another sound from her, this one needier as she felt the still slender knot splay her folds, but not enough to push in.\nIt would be going in, she had little doubt of that. She doubted she could stop this male if she wanted, but her last shred of control was making him wear a condom. His hands had her ass in a grip of steel, hips starting to move in steady thrusts as he bounced her against his crotch. The feel of him inside her was more intense than anything she could imagine, and she’d spent many a restless night imagining just this. She felt her body straining around the thick, hot living length twitching in response to the gentle flutters of her freshly deflowered sex, the sting of her torn hymen fading fast to be replaced by the silken friction of her dripping pussy clinging to a male. \nThe knot would hurt, she was sure of that, but she still wanted to feel it, wondering how many thrusts it would take for her sex to stretch enough to allow the hard bulge in. A heavy sack was now slapping against her cheeks as the coyote pumped into her and she knew it was only a thin piece of latex preventing this rutting male from making her not only a woman but a mother here tonight. Shea flicked her ears back and wrapped her legs around Steven, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out as she was fucked by the man of her dreams.\n\"Mhhh, I knew it the moment I saw you... knew I'd have you whimpering around my cock. This is what you came here for, wasn't it? Dolled up, in heat, flashing that little ass around?\"\n“Mhhhhyye…ye…yuhhh…” Shae said, struggling to get even that one syllable out as the male of her dreams rutted her, taking her like a bitch in heat and asking her to tell him how she wanted him. Even though she couldn’t even get enough breath to say it, the leer on the coyote’s face made it clear that he got the gist…\n*******\nIf he was being honest, Steven Hicks didn't really mind the rubber wrapped around his cock, or the rubber in the girl's bra. This little piece of jailbait was still sweet, tight, and oh so malleable to someone who'd done it before. Her heat and the fact that she was a vixen was just a little bonus, and even though her insisting he wear a condom was cute, the rock star was still confident she'd be going back home with his pup in her by the time he was done. Until then he'd enjoy the tight embrace of the squealing teen as he worked to get his knot up in her. She was a snug fit around his shaft, but she would be heaven itself wrapped around the bulge at the base of his cock, and the sounds she made when he tied with her would be music to his ears.\nBut ever the performer, Steven didn't forget he had an audience. Every once in a while he'd give a really sharp buck to make the girl cry out or yip or whimper, to let the two girls waiting on the other side of the door know what was happening. The little vixen would be easy, she'd do anything she saw her older sister doing, but in spite of acting the priss, the otter girl was also in heat, and she wouldn't be going home a virgin either. He'd only have time for little Shea before going on stage, but the night was young. And so is this little slut...\nAs he bucked into her he watched the padded bra jiggle, a cute touch even though he didn't mind a pair of budding titties, especially when it meant pushing into a virgin vixen this fucking tight. Any groupie would have been moaning with a knot in by now, but this tight little cunny was putting up a fight splaying but not quite enough to let him slip in. Riled up, he pushed the girl against the wall and began to really ram into her, the little waif burying her face in his neck and she moaned, whined and whimpered until with a cry her plump pink lips yielded to the battering and closed shut behind his bulge.\n\"Mngghhh you're mine now you little slut...\" he growled, but he doubted the girl could even hear him.\nHe ground his hips against her, his cock held firmly by the clenching cunny as his knot grew big enough to make the vixen whimper. But with the pain came a pressure on a spot in that slick young pussy that the teenage vixen couldn't resist, and the moans rising in pitch and volume only confirmed it.\n\"C'mon Shae, cum for me like a good girl...\" he growled, nipping the girl's ear and grinning as she cried out.\nHer pussy had been a sweet vise before, but now it was going wild around him, begging for something he was only too eager to give. Biting the scruff on the side of her neck, the coyote gripped her perky young cheeks hard enough to bruise them as his sack pulsed and he began to fill that ridiculous balloon she'd wrapped him in. And while it did keep her womb safe, it did little to mask the sensation of a deluge of spunk being pumped into her already overflowing cunny. The sound of his blood pumping and the climaxing vixen whimpering and yipping was sweet music, spoiled by the percussion of an insistent knocking on the bathroom door.\n“Shae, are you all right?” came the voice of the fussy little otter who seemed concerned that her friend had suddenly stopped making those loud noises.\n“She’s just fine sugar, just a little out of breath…” he shouted back, admiring the glassy look in the eyes of the vixen who was a million miles away.\n“I… I really need to hear that from her. Unlock the door… please?”\n“Well whaddaya think darlin’? She did use the magic word, why don’t we put her mind at ease…” he said, the light seeming to go on in the pretty little vulpine head, but not in time to stop him from opening the door wide…\n*******\nMoira didn’t have a lot of doubts about what had happened behind that door after hearing the sounds those two made. Even little Katie seemed to have realized what her big sister’s cries meant, and when she heard the growling grunts of the coyote in there with her, Moira could only hope that her friend had the good sense to make him wear a condom. She was hoping to see Shae walk out flustered but unharmed, but she still wasn’t ruling out the possibility that Steven had forced himself on her. What she wasn’t ready for was to see the grinning canine stroll out with the panting vixen clinging to him, her short skirt bunched up with nothing but her tail to hide…\nWait, is she… is he still…\n“See, Shae’s just fine, ain’t you sweetheart?” the coyote said, holding the vixen against his chest. The best Shae could manage was a weak murmur of assent.\n“Shae, all you all right?” the otter asked, while the vixen’s little sister just stared in mute awe.\n“Course she is. She just doesn’t want to let me go, do you girl…” the coyote said with a grin.\n“Y-you’re the one holding her. P-put her down… please.” Moira said, surprising herself by the relatively stern tone she’d taken with the rutting rockstar.\n“Oh, there’s the magic word again. Whatever you say ma’am…” he said, moving his hands to clutch the vixen’s hips. With her arms seemingly too weak to stay wrapped around the coyote’s neck, Shae flipped back with a yip, her painted hair dipping down and her back arched like a dancers as the two girl got a look at a little bulge in her normally trim tummy, the panties pushed to one side and a rosy-pink mound straining around a bulge hidden behind it.\n“Oh my…” Moira gasped, covering her muzzle with both hands.\n“Yeah, so I’d love to let your little friend go, but she’s the one who’s got a grip on me. Can’t get enough of what I’ve got to give her, can you girl?”\n“S-Shae… are you… did you use a…”\n“I’m fa-aAaahhhh!... fine. I’m… I’m…” the girl stammered, and Moira found herself blushing as she picked up on the way her bulging belly was quivering. The knot was tugging out of her and it seemed enough to bring the panting vixen to another orgasm.\n“Shit, look at the time. All right sugar, I either pull out now or I go out on the stage with you dangling from my crotch…” he said, walking over to the couch and laying Shae down so that her lower back was against the armrest.\n\tAs he dug his blunt claws into the tender flesh of her friend’s sex the otter went-wide eyed as the vixen whimpered while her labia splayed open, stretching taught around an angry red bulge. The red mass glistened and when it slipped out the otter was half expecting to see a gush of seed squirt from around the shaft still embedded in her friend, but to her relief she realized that was just red latex that Shae’s folds were clinging to. As inches slipped out the well-rutted vulpines sex splayed again, but this time the bulge was white. With a final wet sound Shae’s sex surrendered its grip of the overflowing tip of the heavy-duty canine condom, the coyote seeming to pose with the glistening length of his cock pointing down, weighed by the white balloon full to near-bursting with puppy-batter. They stared on in a daze as the coyote deftly tugged it off, tied it and dumped it in the trash before he turned his attention to the vixen still laid out on the couch.\n“Now lemme just get these…” he said, grabbing Shae’s panties and pulling them along her skinny legs before the breathless vixen could reach out for them.\n“H-hey!”\n“Don’t worry girl, I’mma keep them safe for you. But these are soaking wet, and so’s that sweet little pussy of yours. I’ll give them back to you after the concert, we always have some fun after a gig. Deal?” he said. And before Moira could say anything, Shae was back on her feet, giving the canine who’d just taken her virginity a strange look before replying.\n“Deal.”\n*******\nShae had walked out of the trailer with mixed feelings. On one hand her first taste of sex had been mind-blowing, and even the way Steven had talked to her behind closed doors was thrilling, but when he walked out and exposed her to Moira and her little sister she felt kinda cheap. But the coyote had come through, ushering them in through a side-door that gave them a nice easy path to the area in front of the stage. And when the lights went off and the amps buzzed to life, she forgot all about it. The music was wild, blaring so loud she felt like she could hear it with her whole body. Steven Hicks was once again the growling, howling rock-star that she’d fantasized about, and half-way into the first song her misgivings were gone. She jumped and writhed along, and she could see both Moira and Katie getting into it, howling along with the lyrics even though the amps were too loud for anything other than the band to be heard.\nThe flashing light and blaring music made everything so surreal, so wild that Shae felt like she was being swept along with it, running rapids and howling with delight. Bodies would occasionally bump or grind against hers, but the place was packed and she didn’t really think anything of it. The vixen kept swinging her hips, tossing her hair and swishing her tail, trying to ignore the occasional paw groping her tit through the silicone pad in her bra. Some other girls were getting the same treatment, and didn’t seem to mind, a few of them even returning the favor by getting a pawful of bulging jeans. Moira was dancing along with Katie, enjoying herself but obviously playing the protective role her bigger sister should have taken.\nShae’s eyes had been on Steven as she writhed, and she was sure he’d caught her looking a few times, his grin half-covered by the mic he was growling into. It proved a little too distracting, because the next guy to grind himself against her ran a hand down her bare belly and under her skirt. Without panties to protect her she felt hoof-nailed fingers dip just a bit past her loose labia, and she knew they’d be coming away wet. She felt a muzzle against her ear as the guy behind her tried to say something over the noise. The only word she caught was ’slut’, whirring in time to see a buck waving a wet-fingered hand at her. The rest of the crowd hadn’t missed that, and the vixen found herself being groped several times, with some paws brushing against her pussy while a few fingers were poked between her cheeks to check if she’d taken it under her tail yet. It was humiliating, but it was also arousing, and Shae just went with it. None of these people knew her, or would recognize her, so she might as well be a wild young slut strutting her stuff at a RoadRage concert.\nWhen the band left the stage and the lights went back on the three girls clustered together with grins on their muzzles, drunk on the adrenaline of their first live rock concert. Moira had looked ready to go home when Steven first came out of the bathroom knotted to her, but the otter seemed to have overcome her prudishness and was almost bouncing with glee. Katie was babbling excitedly and loudly since their ears were still ringing, and Shae wondered if her sister had seen the way she’d been groped and passed around the writhing, jumping mob in front of the stage. She was sure Steven had seen her, flashing the same grin on stage that she’d seen so very up-close in the trailer. When they stepped outside they saw the band surrounded by a throng of fans asking for either autographs and/or selfies, but the coyote managed to pick her out and waved her over.\n“Hey Shae! Get over here girls, we’ve been waiting for you…” he said, and the vixen enjoyed the envious stares of the crowd parting so that the three of them could join the band – Matthew Tanner, the wolverine playing base, Gerrold Broussard – a one eyed alligator looking even bigger without his drum-set to hide his scaled bulk, and the grinning coyote beckoning them over. “Damn, you girls look amped! Enjoy the show?” he asked as them while the trio gushed like the fangirls they were.\n“That’s what I like to hear! Hey Gerrold, you find us a place to party?” he asked the gator.\n“Yeah, I’ll text you the location…” the scaled hulk rumbled, tossing the coyote the keys. “Me and Betty are gonna let out some steam, but we won’t be long, so you better save some for us…”\n“Will do. You give momma-bear a big hug and kiss from me, okay?” Steven said with a leer.\n“You keep that shit up, I’mma let her have you…” the reptile said, his tail sweeping the gravely ground as he turned and left them.\n“Anyway girls, you probably know who this guy is. Matt, these are Shae, Katie and Moira…” the coyote said, and Shae couldn’t help but notice the wolverine’s eyes lingering a little longer on the suddenly bashful otter than the two vixens. “Now these two are real nice girls, but Shae here’s all vixen and out for action, ain’t you sugar?” he said, surprising the vixen in question by groping her ass out in the open.\n“Y-yeah…” Shae squeaked, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Steven didn’t bother taking his hand away as he led them to his car, seating the vixen next to him the engine roared to life and whisked them away.\n*******\nSteven Hicks had been betting the show would loosen the girls up, and he was glad that he wasn’t wrong. Even the fussy little otter was more or less relaxed, although Matthew was coming on strong, arm wrapped around the otter who might have reacted better to his advances and flirting if she hadn’t seen her friend fucked silly and knotted to the cock even now stirring from its sheath. The girls were all clutching glasses with bourbon and coke, the sugar serving to mask the hard liquor that already had the teenage lightweights a little buzzed. He and Matthew were drinking theirs straight as they smoked, the whiskey and the weed doing their magic as they sated all cravings save one.\n“Ooh, I love this song! Do… do you wanna dance?” Shae asked as the next track came thrumming from the speakers.\n“C’mon girl, we just finished a hard day’s work! Tell you what, why don’t you girls get up here and do a little dance for us?” he said, giving her ear a little nip right on the black-tufted peak.\n“Yeah, we got on stage for you, only fair that you give us a show. You were going pretty wild out there in the crowd, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed doing just for the two of us…” Matt said. \nWith a toss of her streaked hair, Shae rose from the big leather sofa, the scent of her hitting Steven as her tail swished low. Before she even climbed to the big, low table in the center of her room little Katie was getting up and clambering along with her big sis, and once the two vixens took the ‘stage’ Moira followed. He didn’t fail to notice Matthew’s nostrils flaring as he sniffed after her, the wolverine’s jeans already showing a bulge. He was fairly sure Moira was in heat too but she wasn’t a canine and he hadn’t gotten close enough to make sure. And probably wouldn’t until Matt pumped the cute little priss full, but mustelids weren’t very common so he was willing to be the bigger man and let the bassist have first dibs under that thick rudder-tail. To their credit, the girls were really getting into it, swinging those thin girlish hips and thrusting out their perky behinds. The two males hooted and cheered them on until Steven decided to try and push them a little further.\n“Hey, why don’t you girls give us a real show? C’mon darlins, let’s see some fur!” the coyote cried out, and grinned as Shae got the ball rolling by tossing her top at him.\nHe and Matt were old hands at this, shouting the girls’ praise as if they were starlets strutting their stuff and not three teens in way over their heads. Shae was the first to get nude, since the vixen’s panties were still in his pocket, and while she didn’t mind her wet young slit being on display, she had been hesitant to slip off her bra and show just how underage she was, as if Steven didn’t know. Katie seemed reluctant, and more than a little afraid, but sweet little thing she was she followed her sister’s lead, nervously tossing her clothes off stage and revealing her pubescent body. Steven caught her panties and openly sniffed them, his ears perking at what his nose told him. Little Katie was just entering her heat, and by the looks of her it might very well be her first one.\nMoira had ditched her top but seemed too nervous about going any further, Matt probably didn’t help things by pulling her off the ‘stage’ and into his lap, groping her even when she tried her best to squirm away. A bit unsubtle but wolverines were savage little fuckers and his bandmate was definitely no exception. When the little otter did break free she jumped right back on the table, and it was only when he looked at Matthew that the coyote realized why. The horny bassist had managed to fish his cock out, and after feeling it rub against her the otter had jumped on the table like a housewife who just saw a mouse. Figuring he might as well join the party, Steven released his own red rod and began stroking it as he leered at the three dancing girls.\n*******\n“Shae, what are you… let go!” Moira whined, squirming as the vixen tried to slip her skirt off.\n“C’mon, don’t be a prude! They just want us to give them a little eye-candy while they stroke off. It’s just fun…” Shae insisted, gyrating her hips while she tried to pass off her struggle with the otter as a part of the dance. She was worried the guys would laugh at them or just kick them out when they realized just how young they were, but both Matthew and Steven still had hungry looks in their eyes as they jacked their cocks and those starved stares really did it for the teenage vixen. During the gig there had been young women in the audience and the guys had been flashed some serious tits while on stage. They could have taken their pick from any of those girls, but instead it was the three of them! Why couldn’t Moira see how lucky they were to be here? Worse yet, her scaredy-cat act was making Katie nervous…\n“Look, just play along, don’t embarrass me and we’ll leave the first chance we get, okay?” she said, and it was that promise that finally broke the otter’s resolve, leaving the three girls dancing naked as smoke coiled around them and the two musicians polished their erections.\n“See that? Told you little Shae here was a wild one. She sucks cock like a pro too, and she’s got the tightest, hottest little pussy…” Steven said as he got up and snatched the stunned Shae right off the table. The vixen had blushed at his description, but as the coyote sat back and pulled her along with him she became aware that the red rod she was sure would just wind up squirting into empty air was sticking out between her thighs. As the canine began to knead her budding tits and play with her nipples both Katie and Moira stared in shock while the wolverine leered at the vixen now squirming in his band mate’s grip.\n“Easy now girl, you didn’t put up this much of a fight your first time…” the coyote said with a lusty growl in his voice.\n“Let's… not in front of them…” was the best Shae could whisper back.\n“Well they gotta learn. Look at how scared you’re making your little sister. Wouldn’t you rather show her how much fun she could have if she played along like a good girl?”\nThe words made the vixen freeze in the horny canine’s lap, her mind focusing on the menace hidden in them before she decided she was being paranoid. Quit thinking like a kid Shae, they just want to have some fun. And Katie begged you to take her along, so what’s the big deal if she gets kissed or asked to jerk a guy off? And Moira is as old as you are, she should quit acting the priss and get into it. She was half-way to rationalizing the whole thing when Steven grabbed her chin, pulling her into a kiss and stealing her breath, just before filling her lungs. The vixen sputtered a few times before finally breaking the kiss, coughing up the smoke Steven had just blown down her throat. She got her breath back and saw the coyote take another drag on the joint, the lit tip flaring as he brought his muzzle to hers again. Shae was ready for it this time, flicking her ears back and closing her eyes as the fragrant smoke filled her lungs. She’d held it before exhaling, feeling pleasantly lightheaded as she relaxed against the coyote’s chest.\n“There’s a good girl…” Steven murmured, nibbling on her ear as he lifted her hips.\n*******\nMoira’s eyes went wide with shock as Shea just sat there, blushing and breathing hard as the leering canine lifted her until her naked and glistening sex was poised over his tip. The reality sank in at the same time the coyote’s cock sank into her dazed friend, her young sex splaying and taking the inches of hard, throbbing bare…\n“S-Shae, wait! You have to… at least… “ she stammered, lunging for her friend's purse and the latex arsenal stashed in it. She was rifling through the shiny packages when an arm wrapped around her, pulling her against a hard body and holding her firmly.\n“Don’t interrupt girl, you don’t wanna get between a dog and his bone…” the wolverine said, holding Moira firmly even though the feel of something hard and hot against her rump had the mustelid girl trying to squirm away in panic. “Speaking of which…” Matt said, reaching out and grabbing the mic Steven had brought along.\n“Please… I…” Moira said, her voice shaking with fear.\n“Now are you gonna be a good girl like your friend there?” the wolverine asked, his muzzle near her ear as Moira cast her gaze at her friend. Katie looked scared but there was no denying Shae was getting into it as the singer bounced her on his lap, his bare cock slipping smoothly past the rosy pink folds of the young vixen. “I can smell you sugar-tits, and I know just what you need. So are you gonna be a good girl and let me give it to you?”\n“I… I wanna go home…” the otter mewled, no longer caring about her punk-rock image.\n“Awww, just a kid aren’t you? Well if you’d rather play with toys, we can work something out…” Matthew said, holding her firm as he opened a condom with his teeth.\nMoira’s breath caught in her throat, but fear gave way to confusion when the wolverine placed the rubber on the end of the mic and began to roll it down, tying a knot once he rolled it past the big round receiver at the other end. It only dawned on her what the male holding her intended when he put the slender tip between her thighs, making her gasp when cold, rubber-sheathed plastic met her heat-swollen slit. The otter squirmed but the male holding her was bigger and stronger than her, and she accomplished little other than to kick her legs and thrash her thick tail as the mic was pushed into her. Any thought that Matthew just wanted to scare her were driven out of her mind when the improvised toy was driven deep, the lubed condom helping it punch through her hymen as her body tried in vain to clench up and drive the cold, hard object out of her. She saw Shae turn to look at her after hearing her shriek, but the older of the two vixen’s looked out of it, her eyes lidded and her muzzle parted as she bounced on the leering canine’s lap.\n“T-take it ouhhh…” the otter whimpered.\n“What’s that?” Matt asked, playing dumb as he held the mic embedded in the teen squirming in his lap.\n“T-take it out!”\n“Awwww, I didn’t hear the magic word! All right sugar, you don’t want your new toy? Well push it out then…” the wolverine said, wrapping his arms around her and leaving almost the whole mic sticking out between the otter’s short legs.\nMoira blinked away tears as she tried to wriggle to get the thing out before realizing it wouldn’t work. Spreading her thighs open as far as she could she fought back the pain and the humiliation as she clenched her abdominal muscles, making slow and painful progress. The two males were laughing, cheering her on, Katie watching in stunned horror. Moira couldn’t bear to look at either her or her sister moaning as Steven Hicks tried to work his knot into her, this time with nothing preventing him from seeding the fertile young vixen.\nThe otter didn’t know whether to pity or envy her friend. She’d lost her virginity to a rock star they’d all lusted over, while Moira just had hers taken by a condom-wrapped microphone, the same cold hard length she was trying to push out of what had until moments ago been her virgin sex. On one hand she desperately wanted it out, wanted to cover herself, get dressed and run home, but she was worried that once she pushed the mic out something else might be shoved in to take its place. And what was worse, she had a good idea who it would be. The wolverine was holding her tight as he urged her to push and wriggle, and as scary as the coyote’s knot was she was unlikely to get pregnant from a canine. The muscular mustelid behind her was a different matter.\n“Ooh, there she blows!” the wolverine growled, as the microtone plopped out of the otter’s slit.\n“Nah, that easy. The mark of a good bitch is how well she grips, isn’t that right darlin’?” Steven asked, and as the vixen in his lap whimpered Moira saw that her slit was distended, the knot having gone up in there at some point and swollen too big to slip out.\n“That so? You hear that girl? You gonna let him get away with saying a nice piece of rudder-tail like you is second rate to a vixen?” Matthew said, gripping her around the waist and hauling the kicking and writhing otter up on the stage next to a very scared looking Katie. Before Moira could so much as plead he yanked her hands back, thin rope biting into her wrists as he tied them.\n“There we go. No cheating by using your hands. Now open wide girl, and clench up when it’s nice and deep…” he said, pushing the microphone to her pussy. “If you drop it, we’ll try pushing it in the other way ‘round. If that fails, we’ll see if your ass is any better at keeping a grip.”\n“C’mon Katie, come over here and give Moira some room to move. That’s it sugar, come here and see what a good slut your big sister is. You’re never too young to learn…”\nMoira climbed up as best she could with her hands tied behind her, feeling almost one inch of the condom-wrapped mic slip from her. She was terrified of what would happen if she dropped it so she did her best to ‘dance’ while keeping her short legs pressed tight to keep the improvised toy in her. Steven had coaxed little Katie to play with his sack, the heavy pouch lumping in the little vixen’s hand as her sister moaned, apparently too high to realize she was being bred in front of everyone. The coyote took a swig of bourbon and pressed his muzzle against the writhing teen’s, a few brown droplets running down Shae’s chin as the vixen gulped down the rest. The eyes of the two males were mostly on her performance, but the way Steven kept glancing at the scared little kit kneeling in front of him made the otter dancing on the table shudder. Shae looked almost giddy now, and Moira wasn’t sure she could drag her away from these two, but she hoped she might at least spare her and Katie.\nSteven got his paws under Shae’s tush and tugged her up as he yanked the knot out, causing the older of the two vixens to cry out and the smaller one to gasp as warm canine cum surged and squirted in spite of the tight grip Shae’s labia had on the veiny red rod. The coyote lifted the vixen off him until his tip slipped out, flopping forward and sending a few white streaks arcing over Katie’s stunned face. There was a sloppy smile on Shae’s face even as the coyote flopped her down on the couch beside him, yanking on her tail to keep her rear up while her face remained smooshed against the leather cushion.\n“Atta girl, just keep that ass up, let the puppy-batter do its work and you’ll have a real set of tits before you know it. Now as for you…” he drawled, addressing the stunned vixen kneeling right where he wanted her. “Time for you to learn how to please a rock star. So use that tongue and that sweet little muzzle to clean up the mess your big sis made…”\n“I… I wanna go home…” Katie said, but it wasn’t the wail of a scared child, which Moira knew she was. It was as if the kit was saying it to herself as well as the two musicians, but more than anything her big sister. The older vixen she’d always looked up to and tried to emulate looked in no shape to take her anywhere, and the kit still couldn’t process what she’d just seen. She licked her cum-streaked muzzle, and the taste didn’t seem all that bad. To Moira’s horror, little Katie pushed her muzzle against the still obscene knot, taking gentle licks along the red length smeared with both her sister’s and the coyote’s cum.\n“Mnghhhh, there you go. Damn girl, you’re almost as good as your sister…” the coyote said, putting a hand on the little vixen’s head and guiding her up to his tip. Moira watched in horror as the little vixen obediently parted her lips, taking the canine cock into her slender young muzzle.\n“Not bad, but let’s see if we can help her get into it a little more…” The wolverine said, rising and making Moira's heart skip a beat. He gave her a hungry look, but seemed happy just to have made her flinch, at least for now.\nMatthew took hold of Katie’s hips, easily hoisting them up until the girl was standing bent-over instead of kneeling, her cry of surprise muffled by the coyote-cock she was cleaning. The otter didn’t miss the ease with which the fierce mustelid had handled the waifish girl, a disturbing thought since Moira wasn’t really much bigger than Katie, in spite of being her sister’s age. But even the older vixen proved no problem to the wolverine who picked her up and planted her behind the kit. He picked up Shae’s chin and pointed her muzzle at the younger vulpine’s bare slit.\n“Come sugar, put that pretty muzzle to work…” Matt urged, and to Moira’s horror Shae just giggled drunkenly before slurring out a reply.\n“I caaannn’t… shessh my sister…” the vixen crooned, but when a strong hand grabbed her hair and pushed her in her hands went to Katie’s cheeks and her muzzle opened up to let her tongue slide against her sibling’s virgin sex.\n“There we go… fuck, you two girls are hot…” Steven said, leaning back and pushing a few more inches into the muzzle of the little vixen who was struggling to both take his cock and handle the sensation of a tongue sloppily working her virgin pussy over.\n“Now what about you darlin’? You wanna taste of this?” the wolverine said, addressing Moira as he stroked his erection.\n“No!” the otter said, hoping that the leering male would be satisfied with just humiliating her.\n“Don’t wanna waste a drop, huh girl? Not while you’ve got that sweet little pussy drooling, begging to be bred. Well don’t worry sugar, I’ve got plenty of what you need…” he said, scooping the kicking and protesting otter off the table.\n*******\nWith her hands braced against the big male’s thighs, Katie focused on breathing, swallowing the watery stuff the coyote kept squirting in her mouth and keeping her sharp little teeth out of the way. She did her best to focus because if she stopped licking and suckling Steven would push her face down into his crotch, and his shaft would go so far down her mouth that it scared her. She wanted to be cool, to be a good girl because she could hear what was happening to Moira back there, even though she couldn’t see it. The otter didn’t have a cock in her mouth because she was crying out, begging Matthew to stop… to stop whatever he was doing to make those wet squelching noises.\nThen there were the sounds her sister was making. Katie’s adoration of her older sibling had never crossed the line to the point of being sexual attraction, and she still wasn’t sure what to think of having another girl licking her back there. But the tongue working her young cunny over felt amazing, both when it swept up from her clitty along her plump pink lips, and especially when it dipped in and wriggled around. So she just focused on being a good girl, remembering to lick, to suckle and arching her back to push her rear out against her sister’s muzzle. It was starting to feel really good but then the licks slowed until all Katie could feel was her sister’s weight resting on her tush.\n“Awww, will you look at that – your sister’s worn out…” Steven said, pulling the kit’s head off his cock and turning it so she could see the older vixen resting her head on arms folded on the top of her sibling’s rump. “Can’t leave her like that, can we sugar?” the coyote said, getting up and picking the comatose vixen up. Steven dropped her on the huge couch as if she was just a ragdoll, but other than murmuring and writhing briefly on the leather, the vixen didn’t wake up.\n“I was hoping she was gonna get you off, but it looks like I’ll have to do the honors…” he said, hoisting her up and almost scaring her with his strength. The kit had drank alcohol for the first time in her life, and she only realized she’d had too much when the feeling of being picked up made the whole room spin. She caught sight of Moira on the opposite couch, held by the wolverine with her legs open wide as the growling male pumped the condom-covered mike between the whimpering girl’s legs. The room spun again, this time because she was being spun around, dropped so that her back was on the couch and her butt and legs draped across the armrest.\nSteven Hicks was leering down at her, and for a moment the girl wondered if he was going to push that toothy muzzle between her legs and finish off what her sister had started, but when a red shaft dropped across her slit she realized what the male had in mind. The kit was frozen in fear, trying to think of something to say, something that would stop her from sharing the fate of the vixen curled up next to her and leaking the coyote’s load.\n“C’mon sugar, time to become a big girl, just like your sis…” the coyote said, grabbing an ankle in each paw and spreading her wide open before letting his shaft slide down.\nThe hot tip made the kit whimper as it flicked across her clit, catching in the chubby folds of her sex before one buck of the big canine’s hips drove half of his rod into her pubescent body. Katie squealed and tried to wriggle free, but before she knew it the coyote had pushed everything but the knot in, holding her chest down with one paw while the other arm remained hooked under her knee. Katie heard herself whimpering and squealing, feeling her body struggle to push the invading male out with as much success as she had wriggling free.\n“We’re here, let’s get the… aww what the fuck? Are you two serious?” The rumbling voice made her crane her neck, and once she blinked away her tears Katie recognized Gerrold, the alligator drummer. He was looking at the scene in front of him with obvious irritation, although the she-bear next to him didn’t look disappointed.\n “What took you so long?” Steven asked, groaning as he kept himself hilted in Katie’s sore sex.\n“Didn’t think the two of you would wear three little sluts out by yourselves…” the gator said. \n“Oooh, will you just look at what they did to this poor thing…” the she-bear said, smiling as she came to stand next to Shae. “Awwww, she’s sleepy. And you two brutes haven’t even cleaned her up. Poor thing could probably do with a woman’s touch. C’mere honey, let momma bear take care of you…” the woman said in a cooing tone that might have sounded motherly if she wasn’t wrapped in tight black leather, decked out with spikes and chains and wearing a look as hungry as the three males. The ursine woman easily scooped Shae up, cradling the vixen’s face against a massive breast straining against tight-laced leather as her reptilian lover followed her to an adjoining room, the door locking behind them.\n“Holy shit, little Shae is in for a wild night. You see the look on Betty’s face?” Steven said, absentmindedly tweaking Katie’s nipple to stiffness.\n“Yeah, and ol’ one-eye doesn’t really mind sloppy seconds… Hey, you ever think of joining those two freaks in their little games?” Matthew asked.\n“Fuck, not without a safe word and a taser!” the coyote said, laughing as he began to grind his knot against Katie’s slit…\n*******\n“See that, girl? Even the little kit’s enjoying having a cock up in her. Now, you gonna play nice and lift up that nice thick tail for me? Take your breeding like a good slut?” The wolverine behind Moira said, letting the drenched mic slip from her abused sex and leaving it disturbingly empty.\n“No! You can’t… let me GO!” Moira said, thrashing against the male in a blind panic. Losing her virginity was bad enough, but she was in heat and she doubted the horny wolverine behind her was just teasing her with the whole breeding stuff.\n“MMmmmhhh, that’s what I like to hear! You’re not some slutty little vixen, presenting just because someone asked. Nah, you’re a real little punk, won’t go down without a fight…” he growled. The next thing Moira knew she was pushed face-first into the leather of the couch, teeth gripping the tip of her tail as something was tightened just under it. A rope was slipped between the binds holding her hands together behind her back, and when Moira tried to flag the thick appendage down she realized she couldn’t move it. Ropes were looped under each shoulder and around each knee, tightened until her legs were folded under her with no way to press them together. The otter felt close to tears, trussed up and unable to even cover her rear up from the male running a hand along her cheeks, admiring her body and his handiwork.\n“There we go sugar, now you can thrash and growl as much as you like. Show some spunk before you take some…” he said, pushing a thumb in Moira’s sex and pumping it a few times as if testing her slit. “I know my ropes. I’ve tied up cougars, mares… Steven, remember that cow back in Tucson? The one that said she thought little guys were cute?”\n“Oh, yeah… girl wound up pulling a train, but she didn’t get loose until Matthew cut her loose…” replied the coyote, pumping away between the legs of the whimpering vixen.\nThe next thing Moira felt was the tip of the wolverine’s cock, hard, hot and oozing at it found her slit. The thing she felt after that was pain, a burning stab that made the microphone tearing through her hymen just a sting. The male behind her had jabbed every inch in the span of a second, slamming his hips into her rear and making stars flicker in the corners of Moira’s vision. Steven Hicks had treated the vixens like sluts, but as the wolverine behind her growled and pulled back for another punishing thrust, Moira almost envied them.\nMatthew was slamming into her with as much care one might show a cheap fleshlight, growling and gripping her hips as he kept her from being bounced off his cock with every vicious thrust. Even being loosened up with that disgusting microphone didn’t help, the otter’s heat-swollen sex being punished with every buck of the wolverine’s hips. The first few thrusts had driven the air from her lungs, but once she got her breath Moira found herself squealing out, the ropes keeping her from doing more than curling her toes in pain from the almost feral mating she was subject to.\nHer cries only seemed to excite the male behind her, the wolverine’s claws digging into her flesh as he kept a tight grip on her hips, until he finally just picked them up altogether and started pulling them back to meet each thrust. She could feel his sack slap against her mound, the weight of it reminding her that the mustelid male had kept himself from cumming so far. Moira found herself fighting for enough breath to speak, hoping to plead with Matt to let her suck him off. The idea of letting this maniac face-fuck her was scary, but not as much as leaving here with his pups, something that was looking more and more likely with every thrust.\n“You’re getting messy girl. Don’t you worry, I’m not gonna blow until I feel you cumming. I want you to milk me dry, you little rudder-tailed slut…”\nMoira knew that he wasn’t lying, but she still didn’t want to believe it. The sounds of their coupling were getting wetter, and some of the mess was hers – her body betraying her and yielding to sensation and instinct. The pain wasn’t fading though, and she was sure Matthew wanted it like that. Steven seemed to have given up on forcing his knot into Katie’s underdeveloped sex and had settled for just pumping the whimpering vixen’s cunny. Still too much for such a small girl, but positively loving compared to what Moira was getting.\nWhen she started feeling pleasure through the stabs and slaps she felt sickened by it. She didn’t want this, the rape or the consequences, she’d just wanted to go home! The girl who talked her into this was gone, and it scared the otter that she couldn’t even hear what was happening to Shae in the next room. But even Katie was getting harder to make out over her own sobs and cries and the growling of her mate.\nShe felt her weight resting once again on her knees just before the weight of the wolverine was draped over her. An arm slid around her, a paw settling on her mound and pressing her slit down against the thrusting shaft. It was too much, the otter feeling her nipples stiffen against the leather as the long stabs of the wolverine’s cock shortened into vicious jabs, her rear rocking back and forth and meeting every jack-hammer thrust of the male’s hips.\nShe screwed her eyes shut and whimpered, sounding as weak as she felt as her body betrayed her. Her orgasm surpassed reason and only made her feel more afraid and vulnerable as the clenches of her sex made the shaft seem thicker and the friction more intense. She cried out when teeth snapped shut on her scruff, fresh pain that didn’t block the sensation of the cock stuck in her twitching, or the surge of seed splattering against her cervix before seeping in, pushing even deeper than the throbbing tip of the wolverine’s cock had reached. Moira had expected to feel the shaft slide out once the pulses stopped, leaving her to leak the way Shae had as the messy cock was thrust into her muzzle for cleaning. When the cock remained hard and the trusting resumed, just as rough into the young mustelid’s oversensitive sex, Moira lost her tentative grip on consciousness and blacked out to the sound of growling and the wet sounds of cum being churned around inside her.\n*******\nShe wasn’t sure if she’d dreamt the slap, but once a paw landed on her cheek a second time Shae winced aloud as she stirred, every part of her aching but some more than most. The vixen’s mouth felt dry, the scent of smoke and the bitter-salty taste of cum clinging to it. Memories swam up as her mind cleared, being shaken from her slumber only to have her face pushed into a slimy white mess. She was told to lick, so she licked, and swallowed without being told. And when she was done, her hair was grabbed and her face pulled away from what turned out to be Katie’s crumpled, whimpering form, only to be pushed into Moira’s gaped sex.\nShe pushed a hand between her own thighs, realizing that she’d been cleaned as well. Her fingers still came away wet, but not drenched. It was just the stuff leaking out of her, and the bloated feeling she had told her it would be leaking for some time. There was a sharp sting as her paw pad slid across the top of her sex, prompting the vixen to sit up and try to get her eyes to focus on her crotch.\n“Yeah, Betty likes to keep score…” came a familiar drawl. The mention of the she-bear brought up flashes of what had happened, the way Betty had stuck her muzzle… the vixen could still smell the rich scent of the ursine pussy, and would probably smell it for weeks to come. She looked up to see Steven Hicks, lounging around and flashing her that cocky smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.\nShae gasped at the sight of the small patch of shaved fur, just above her slit. Reading upside-down wasn’t easy, but she managed to make out the word ‘SLUT’ along with the hash-marks next to it. The tender flesh was still rosy around the dark letters, and while the fur would grow back it would be so sparse and so light that the black letters would still be clearly visible.\n“W-why?” she asked, tears in her eyes as her hoarse voice croaked out the word.\n“C’mon sugar, you know nothing in life is free. That includes rock concerts.” He said, walking over to her, still naked with a red erection sticking out of his crotch. “And even then, you could have just bailed on us when we asked you to come over for a party. All you would have lost was this…” he said, picking up Shae’s crumpled panties. “I’ll be keeping these anyway, I love these little keepsakes from my tours. Awww, don’t look at me like that darlin’. You followed us because you wanted to party with the rock stars, just like the big girls. And sugar, you got what big girls get. Speaking of which, I’ve got a little left for the biggest girl of you three…” he said, climbing onto the couch and lifting one of Shae’s legs up until it was resting against his chest and his tip was resting against her sex. Shaw had been sure she’d be beyond pain, but flesh slapping against her tattoo still made her cry out.\n“Please… don’t… it hurts.”\n“Fair enough, we’ll just leave your tagged pussy alone then…” he said, and Shae was expecting to have his cock shoved past her lips. Instead she was flipped onto her stomach, a fist gripping the base of her tail and yanking her rear up.\n“Don’t…please…” the vixen whimpered even as the warm tip found the tight pink bud under her bushy tail.\n“C’mon sugar, one last virginity to go…” the coyote behind her said.\nThe tip easily pried her open, and after one dip in her sex the shaft was slick enough with the juices of a vixen in heat to slide the rest of the way in, with her clenching only serving to make the penetration more painful. Her claws made marks in the leather, but her whimpers didn’t make Steven slow down until his knot was kissing her ring. Shae felt tears form in her eyes at this latest humiliation from the man she’d been so eager to give herself to only last night. When he’d taken her in the trailer, she’d felt like his girl, if only for the moment. With cum drying in her fur, slut tattooed on her mound and loads from several guys churning around in her womb, she felt like just a toy, something the coyote was playing with one last time before forgetting about it.\n“There’s my slut, all the way in one go…” he said, giving her ass a slap and making her clench down around him. “You know, when I take a girl's ass for the first time, I like to go nice and slow. Put in enough work, and they’ll be spreading their cheeks and wagging their tails next time they see you. Unfortunately…” he said, pulling out and making the vixen gasp as her pucker clung to every inch. “…I’ve got a plane to catch, so I’m gonna need you to be a big girl and take a good, fast pounding.” He said, driving everything but the knot back in.\nShae scrabbled against the smooth leather for the first minute or so before going limp, submitting to the rock star behind her and letting her use her any way he saw fit. Looking around she saw Moira was either still out or playing dead, curled up with her tail tucked between her legs. Katie was sprawled out nearby, her sister’s limbs twitching as Shae’s noises seemed to conjure up disturbing dreams in the little vixen’s head.\nIn spite of Steven’s rough pace, Shae realized she might very well have climaxed from having him rail her ass. But the pain of his sack slapping her freshly inked mound kept her from achieving release, not that the coyote seemed to mind. In spite of his best efforts he couldn’t drive his knot in, so there was nothing to keep his cum from squirting around his shaft as he blew a fresh load under her tail, the warmth that had made her feel so sensual back in the trailer now making the vixen fold her ears back in humiliation as she was claimed yet again. Even more gushed out once the panting coyote pulled his tip out, but one spank from his paw was enough to make Shae clench up and keep his mess in.\nAfter that he got dressed, tossed the keys on the table where the three of them had danced and fleshed her a smile before walking out on her, leaving her to remember the stupid ideas she had about how this night would play out…\n\n"
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"writing": "“Right, one last check…” said Shae, popping her compact open and admiring her reflection as best as she could. The light wasn’t much and every once in a while a headlight would flash in the mirror as bikes and cars pulled up behind them, trying to find an empty spot in the well-rutted field outside the lit-up roadside bar.\nThe young vixen admired her handywork, the bright red fur on her face accented with bold streaks of pink and magenta whereas her hair was a tousled mess done up in orange and yellow, with several slim braids half-hidden in the tangle. She thought of it as an appropriately Celtic touch to the punk-rock look she’d chosen, and figured that the band would appreciate a bit of local color. A lot of bands did European tours and didn’t bother going further than London, but RoadRage was actually doing a UK tour and had come up all the way to Scotland! Her muzzle broke out in a pointy-toothed grin at the thought of actually seeing her favorite band on stage, more to the point of seeing him.\nA vulpine canine bit down on a black-painted lower lip, the young vixen’s thighs rubbing together as her tail swished around, the white tip catching every bit of light and drawing attention. Just the thought of being in the same room with Steven Hicks, the singer and lead guitarist of the underground sensation from the states, and more to the point the male who’s face she saw every time she scrunched her eyes up and mewled and whimpered her way through an orgasm. All of them self-inflicted, but tonight was going to be different. By a quirk of fate the concert date had aligned perfectly with the start of her heat cycle, and considering the selection of rugged, muscular leather-clad males out here tonight she was sure that this would be the night she became a woman. Her head was filled with fantasies of wild, spontaneous sex fueled by equally wild music, and her purse was filled with condoms because she had just enough sense to want to become a woman and not a mother.\nThe word made her roll her eyes, and also drew her attention to the two tiny silver hoops in her right brow. She’d wanted to get her tongue pierced for her fourteenth birthday because she’d heard how you could drive a guy wild if you had a barbell in your tongue while blowing him, not that she told her mother that. The older vixen had been dead set against it, so the best Shae could do was bargain for two eye-brow piercings. No real sexual application, but she guessed it would make her winks look even prettier. Who knows, if she got close enough to the stage, maybe Steven Hicks himself would spot her…\n“Okay, now let’s check on the two of you…” she said, closing her compact and slipping it back into a purse bulging with rubbers of every size, shape and color. She turned around to regard an otter who looked a little more anxious than usual, and what looked like a smaller version of herself. Appropriate enough since Katie was her sister, two years younger and in Moira’s opinion too young for this concert. But Katie had argued that the otter was no taller than she was, and since they were all way too young to actually get in, Shae had agreed to bring her sis along.\n“Well you’re decked out right, but try not to look like a couple of kiddies! Swing your hips while you walk, hold your chin up, and thrust your chests out! We didn’t go through the trouble of getting these things for you two to slouch and hide them…” she said, groping her budding breasts that looked bigger than they had any right to. She had to admit, the silicone pads they were wearing in their bras really are good, and as long as they didn’t go topless someone could squeeze their tits and not notice they were falsies. Shae thought she had a killer body for a fourteen year old, but in order to pass for eighteen she needed all the help she could get.\n“Are you sure about this Shae? I mean, I’m not really sure we can fit in here…” Moira said, trying to be heard over the din of engines and the rowdy crowd slowly making their way inside.\nThe otter was also a huge fan of the band, and she was surprised by how sexy and punky the vixen had made her look. It had all been a bit of fun when they were back in her room picking out clothes, makeup and enough chains and metal knick-knacks to make them jangle as they walked. But this wasn’t a concert venue – this was the sort of big, loud bar that a lot of adults would hesitate to go into, and it looked like it would be packed to the rafters with really wild people. She was mostly here because she couldn’t let her too impetuous friend go alone, which Shae had threatened to do. But to make matters worse, she wouldn’t have been alone either way.\nKatie looked nervous too, but she immediately followed her sister’s advice. Moira wasn’t sure Shae understood just how much the younger vixen looked up to her, as evidenced by the fact that Katie was doing her best to copy her older sibling’s look and attitude. She knew that Shae would let her tag along as long as she ‘didn’t act like a little kid and embarrass her’, so the twelve-year-old vixen was putting on a brave face as she tried to walk in the buckle-encrusted platform boots that were a good match for their look but more importantly would add some desperately needed inches to their height.\nShae walked in front of the two, tossing her hair and trying to look like she’d been to dozens of places like this before as she joined the lazy stream of people going for the entrance. She’d wondered about what the bouncer would be like, even fantasizing about some wide-shouldered stallion who’d let them in in exchange for the feel of a young vixen’s hands stroking his shaft until he blew his wad. The shaggy bulk of the highland bull standing at the door wasn’t much of a turn on even before he blocked their way.\n“Not a chance…” he rumbled.\n“Excuse me?” Shae said, trying to sound confident as she challenged the brute.\n“You’re excused. Now run along home, no minors in here…”\n“Oh, I get this all the time, but I’m really…”\n“…trying my patience. And holding up the line, so why don’t you and your two friends back there just go back home…” he said, and before Shae could respond the people behind them gently but firmly jostled them out of the way, the stream continuing to flow with the three of them standing by the side.\n“Shae… we tried, but… we knew this might happen. Let’s just go, huh?” Moira said, feeling almost relieved that they’d been found out.\n“Ughhh, I can’t believe that beef-brained brute just brushed us off like that! He didn’t even get the hair out of his eyes so he could actually see us…” she said, frustrated that even her plan B of seducing the bouncer had failed. The bull wasn’t really her type, but more to the point he seemed so straight-laced he might as well have been a bank guard.\n“Where are we going?” asked Katie, looking to her sister for answers as the older of the two vixens went around the building.\n“There’s got to be another way in. So if that steer doesn’t want us as paying customers, we’ll just sneak in.” the vixen insisted, swishing her tail defiantly as she led her sister and her best friend away from the entrance.\n“Sneak in… Shae, we could get into even worse trouble!” Moira insisted, trying to sway her hot-headed friend.\n“Relax, it’s not like we’re stealing anything. Besides Moira, if we listen to outlaw music but behave like good little girls, then we’re just posers when push comes to… there, see?” she said, pointing to another doorway, open and with no one standing on lookout for underage girls.\n“Shea, we’re never gonna pass there! That’s all roadies and they’re carrying in the equipment and instruments, we’ll stand out like a sore thumb!”\n“We’ll think of something… some way to blend in…” the vixen thought out loud, almost jumping out of her own fur when a voice from behind her drawled out a response.\n“Well you could sit on each other’s shoulders and wear a trench coat. It’s a stale gag, but or roadies ain’t too bright, might just get ya past them…”\nThe three girls turned on their heels, standing face to chest with a familiar looking coyote. Three pairs of eyes went wide as they recognized Steven Hicks, the front man of the band they’d all come all this way to see. When none of them managed to get out so much as a peep, the cocky canine spoke again.\n“So I’m guessing the bouncer bounced the three of you? ‘Cause don’t take me wrong, but you do look a few years shy of eighteen…”\n“Y-yes we… tried to… aren’t you cold?” Shea said, her mind operating on some sort of back-up mode after being stunned by the appearance of the man of her wet dreams. The realization that this was the first thing she’d said to Steven Hicks struck home, and the vixen’s ears folded into her hair as color rushed to her cheeks. It sorta made sense though – the coyote was standing out in the night wearing nothing but torn jeans, a ripped white white-beater shirt that clung to his chest and a black leather jacket. \n“Aww, aren’t you sweet to worry. But I got a little taste of home to keep me warm…” he said, brandishing a bottle of bourbon and taking a swig. “I should be saying the same thing about you three. Cute outfits, but they don’t cover much. You girls local?”\n“Yes!” Katie squeaked, eyes glittering as she looked up into the coyote’s grinning face.\n“Figured you were – got some cute accents… guts too. Most kids would have tucked their tails and crawled back home after being shooed away, but you three won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Gotta respect that, especially since I used to pull this kinda crap a lot when I was your age…” he said, and three pairs of ears perked as tails swished at the praise, coming as it did from a man they were trying to cheat out of three concert tickets.\n“C-can you get us in? We’re really huge fans and when we heard about this concert… we’d do anything to be there!” Shae said, her voice a little shaky as she stood about two feet away from what was to her the handsomest male alive.\n“Well you gotta respect your fans… Tell you what, the show won’t start for about half an hour or so. Why don’t we get out of this cold, and then in the last-minute rush I’ll sneak you all in?” he said, ushering the three star-struck girls towards a nearby trailer.\n“Now, if this was a big concert venue, this place would be called a green room, but roadside joints like this one aren’t as fancy. Just have a seat anywhere…” he said, pointing to the well-worn leather sofa’s arranged around a wide coffee table. The table was covered in ashtrays, glasses and bottles of all kinds, with a few patches still barely dusted by white powder and a few covered in green crumbs. The walls and even ceiling were covered in posters announcing long-past gigs, and those in turn were covered by scrawls, graffiti, paw prints and an occasional label peeled from a beer or liquor bottle. Music was blaring from a big old boom box, and Shae couldn’t hide her thrill. Half an hour alone with just the three of them and the lead singer of RoadRage!?\nMoira and Katie had sat themselves down on one couch, leaving an obvious empty spot for Shae between them, but the vixen took a little risk and planted her slender tush on the sofa next to the girls, fighting the urge to squeal as Steven Hicks sat down right next to her. The coyote settled in and threw an arm out along the back of the couch, making polite conversation by asking them where they were from, what made them come here and try to sneak in, avoiding actually asking about their age. Moira and Katie did a good job of holding up their end of the conversation without coming off as giddy fangirls, whereas the best Shae could do was to keep still and control her breathing. \nThe closest she’d expected to get to the man of her fantasies was getting close to the stage, and here he was sitting close enough that she could feel his body heat. Every breath she took carried the coyote’s scent – the smell of old leather, cigarette smoke and bourbon mixed with the scent of his fur that to the vixen’s mind brought scenes of convertibles and bikes roaring along dusty, sun-scorched highways. Under all that mas an unmistakably male scent, one that she knew was likely to blame for her tongue-tied state. She was in heat, and at an age when hormones were still too wild to really control. She tried to focus on the conversation, maybe even say something but whenever she looked at Steven she’d remember staring at that same face looking down at her from the poster she’d pasted on her ceiling. The piercing eyes, albeit printed, that would stare at her naked body as she writhed on the sheets, slender thighs clenched around a paw rubbing furiously, a finger slipping in just far enough to give her an illusion of a male without damaging something she was saving.\n“How ‘bout you vixen? Haven’t gotten a peep outta you since we came in…” the coyote asked, breaking Shae of what she realized was a complete daze. She’d lost contact with reality, let alone the thread of conversation.\n“I… uh… I…” she stammered, wincing at how brain-dead she sounded as she fumbled for something intelligible to say. Looking at Steven’s face didn’t help her get her thoughts together, or at least any ones that weren’t poster-related. Her eyes were locked on his as she sat there like a deer in headlights, waiting for impact.\nImpact came in the form of the coyote’s muzzle pressing against hers, the feel of his lips against hers and a taste of bourbon as his tongue slid into her mouth. Her eyes were still open wide in shock but she noticed he didn’t bother closing his, the yellow, piercing orbs gazing into her own with a predator’s intensity. When he pulled away Shae realized ‘breathtaking’ wasn’t just an expression. The kiss had been brief but the vixen felt like she’d been holding her breath for a minute, fighting the urge to gasp as her young chest rose and fell while the heart within it raced.\n“Thought for a moment that a cat got your tongue, but it seems to still be there…” he said casually, a cocky grin flashing sharp teeth, a clear sign he didn’t think he just took anything that wasn’t on offer.\nShae spared a glance at the cough next to theirs and catching the stunned shock on Moira’s face and the veritable glow of awe on Katie’s face that the little vixen didn’t bother to try hiding. It was the look on her sister’s face that really drove home what happened – she just kissed Steve Hicks! Well, he kissed her to be honest. Maybe that was even better? Like she wasn’t some pushy fan-girl throwing herself at him? Shae had kissed boys before and it had been nice, a little thrill that got her closer to adulthood, but her mind and indeed body had a more severe reaction to her first kiss with a man, especially this one.\n\"S-so, what's this band called? T-they're pretty good...\" Moira said, referring to the roaring voice competing with distorted guitars and pounding drums. She was also desperate to try and lure the coyote's attention away from the vixen seated next to her.\nShae had bragged to her that she wanted to become a woman tonight, and had even shown her the assortment of condoms that should cover just about any kind of male she might run into. The otter had tried to deter her, and when she failed she'd tried telling herself that Shae was just talking big, that she might flirt and at most give some horny guy a handjob. But seeing the way she was looking at Steven after that kiss, or more to the point the way the canine was looking at her made the young mustelid worry. The coyote seemed laid-back as he sprawled on the couch, but there was a distinctly predatory hunger in his eyes as he cast them over the vixen beside him. Shae was the most cocky and headstrong of them, but now she looked meek and desperate for approval from the male who'd just taken what he'd wanted from her without bothering to ask. No help would be coming from Katie who's hero-worship of her sister seemed to be fanned to wild adoration after seeing her kiss the hunky singer.\n\"Yeah, a friend of mine form San Antonio sent it to me. He's a singer for an all-bull band called Stampede and these are the track's they've got lined up for their next album. Pretty fucking good ones too, but I always like to listen to what my competition is putting out there before a gig. Gets me riled up before I go on stage...\" he said, grinning and planting a hand casually on Shae's bare thigh.\n\"W-where's the rest of the band?\" the otter asked, trying not to stare at the coyote's hand traveling against the grain of the vixen's fur, further away from her knee...\n\"Gerrold's probably spending some quality time with his girl, and Matt's way of getting ready for a gig is by being a pain-in-the-ass and making sure the sound and lighting guys have done their job juuuust right. To each his own, I guess. I just chill out, go out there and do my thing...\" he drawled, pointing his toothy grin at Shae as he let his paw slip under her skirt, the vixen gasping as the coyote gave her a little squeeze. \"Usually I'm just here by my lonesome. Makes for a nice change having three pretty girls around to pass the time...\" he said. Moira had to admit that in spite of her misgivings, getting a compliment that from Steven Hicks himself made the fangirl inside her squee with glee. But she was worried to see Shae's chest rise and fall, all the more prominent because of the skimpy top and the pads she was wearing in her bra. She had a strange, glassy look and she seemed to be leaning against the canine now crowded quite close to her. She wondered if she'd fare any better if their places were reversed and she was the one seated next to the exotic hunk they were all crushing on, a predator dressed in loose leather and denim so tight that...\n\"Aww now would you look at that...\" the coyote said, following his eyes to the spot Moira realized she was staring at. What had been a bulge was now an outline, one so unmistakable she almost put a hand over Katie's eyes. \"Pretty sure this is your fault, sugar. Now I gotta get this straightened out before I go out on stage, so whaddaya say to helping me out, hmm?\" the coyote asked, and Moira watched as the outline of his hand traveled further up under Shae's dress, the otter stunned into silence when the vixen gasped out a \"yes\" and rose along with the coyote towering over her.\n“S-Shae, are you sure you… I mean maybe you should think about…” Moira stammered, her voice a panicked squeak as she tried to break through to her friend, maybe make her realize that she was too young to do this, that she should be happy with that kiss…\n“Awww come on, don’t be a prude. Your girl’s old enough to know what she wants, anitcha?” the coyote said, still wearing that devil-may-care grin.\n“It… it’s fine Moira. Just keep Katie company until… ‘till the show starts…” the vixen said, sounding anxious but way too smitten to listen to anything her friend had to say.\n“That’s right. And don’t you worry girl, I’ll take good care of her…” Steven said as he led Shae into the bathroom with his hand on her ass, the door clicking locked once he closed it.\n*******\nShea's legs almost buckled as the coyote kissed her deeply, the difference in their height even more evident now that they weren't seated. He was cupping her pointed chin and tilting her head up, but even so he had to lean down to kiss her, the six-foot tall coyote looming over the trembling vulpine whimpering into his muzzle. Shae had been hoping for a wild night when she left the house, but this was literally the stuff of her dreams. She half-expected to wake up out of breath, sheets tangled around her and wet where they bunched up between her thighs. He had her back against the tiles as he kissed her deep, not caring a damn that she was obviously underage, that he'd only just met her. It was almost scary how he could take anything he wanted and make her feel a thrill that he was taking it, that he wanted her. \nHe groped her left breast through her top and Shae felt a relief that the padding she'd worn to look older had seemingly fooled this dominant predator who'd taken who knows how many egger young groupies as they thrust their firm young chests out at him. But a grope wasn't what he wanted, that became clear as his hand slipped along the white fur of her belly, causing her abs to tremble at his touch until his fingers reached her panty-covered mound. It was only when he peeled the silky fabric aside that Shae realized she'd drenched it in the same sweet-scented nectar even now soaking into the coyote's paw. His paws were hard, the guitar-string callouses rough against the soft, swollen lips of her sex as he teased her with a few rubs of her slit. Their kiss muffled her moan when his finger slipped in, almost two knuckles deep before she winced and Steven broke their kiss.\n\"Awww, what's this? You saving yourself for marriage, sugar?\" the coyote asked in a growling tone, his muzzle next to her ear and his finger still inside her.\n\"N-no...\" the vixen gasped in reply, aware of what that answer would get her...\n*******\nGood answer babygirl, guess that perky red butt is safe... for now at least.\nNot that Steven minded breaking in a piece of jailbait ass, nor did he doubt this little slut would raise that big pretty tail if he asked her for it. But even though this vixen's tits were fake hear heat was very real, sweeter than scotch or smoke and twice as intoxicating. The girl was already reeking of it, something she must have been aware of. The perfume she wore was cute, borrowed from her momma or a big sister to pull off the big girl act, but nothing could hide the sweet musk of a barely ripe cherry. Good thing he'd spotted her when he did. He knew the crowd his music pulled in, and if she'd gotten past that bouncer she'd have lost her virginity to the first random guy to rub up against her wet little slit. Getting broken in by him was good for bragging rights if nothing else.\nWith some hesitation he pulled his finger from the vulpine honeypot, leaving her soaked panties pushed to the side and her plump cunny exposed as he pulled his zipper down and fished his shaft out. The girl had both hands on his chest so he grabbed one by the wrist and pulled it down until he felt fingers brush against his cock. The girl glanced down once before looking back into his eyes, lips parted as she gripped him and began to stroke. Her hand was trembling around him but it wasn't fear. Fear would have had her pulling away instead of squeezing down enough to make his shaft twitch and squirt against her wrist.\n\"That's it girl, get a nice good feel for it... not your first time stroking a cock, is it?\" he said, holding her gaze and smiling the smile he knew for a fact could make girls like this one do things they know they shouldn't.\n\"N-no, but... it's big...\" she said. Probably remembering some boy she'd felt up, some kid just as nervous and clueless as she was, but she had a man in her hand now and she knew it.\n\"And you're such a sweet little thing, is that it? Worried I might hurt ya?\" he said, the vixen blushing hard enough to make her white fur blend with the red. \"Don't you worry darlin'. You'll probably scream, but I promise it won't be in pain...\" he said, grazing her clit as he pulled his fingers from the tight little slit that had so eagerly drooled all over them.\nHe brought the dripping digits up to the girls face, his grin growing a little wider as her eyes went wide just before he pushed the fingers in past her parted lips. Her ears flicked back nervously, embarrassed that she was being made to taste her own honey just like that, but she still suckled on his digits, timidly licking up her own mess. Yeah, she's nervous, she's clueless, but so where dozens of little star-struck teens that he'd gotten to do things even groupies wouldn't. Wild girls can be fun, but nothing beats breaking in a little sweetheart like this one...\n\"Taste nice, does it?\" he said, pulling his fingers out. The vixen was to embarrassed to reply, but she did nod.\n\"Well lemme get a taste then...\" he said, dropping down to one knee and pushing his head between the startled girls thighs, bunching her skirt up and exposing her bare sex.\nHe knew what she was going to taste like, of course. Fresh virgin pussy, in heat and showing it. Nothing sweeter than that, especially straight from the source. Steven demonstrated a predator's appetite as he pushed his long muzzle in hard enough for the sides of his incisors to press into the plump young labia, his black nose flat against the girl’s clit so that his every exhale had her shuddering. His long canine tongue was slipping over and over between the swollen folds, the sound of skin sliding across skin audible even above the vixen's gasps and moans. He moved his hands to cup the vixen's perky little ass, pushing her crotch against him as her legs began to tremble. She was close, but the coyote had no intention of giving her what she needed. Not with his tongue, anyway. A little more licking and teasing, and by the time he was done little Shae would be begging for that big scary sock she'd been squeezing so timidly...\n*******\nShae bit her finger but not in time to stifle a yip that rang loud in the little tiled room, aware that her friend and her little sister were on the other side of that door. She dared to look down and shuddered as she met Steven's eyes, yellow and intense as the coyote stared up at her even as he dug his tongue in as deep as her hymen would allow. His paws were on her cheeks and she felt like he was holding her up in the palms of his hands, especially since she lacked either the strength or the will to get away. The vixen felt like she should be doing something. A girl like the one she'd pretended to be when she came here would have pushed his head against her crotch, or flashed him her tits. Shae felt like all she could do was to keep her thumping heart in her chest while the tongue lashed against her sex. \nShe was surprised how quickly she'd reached the very edge of her climax, but whenever she felt close release slipped away from her. A more experienced female might have realized she was being expertly teased, but Shae was in no state to think. The paw that had been wrapped around the coyote's cock still felt warm and with a thrill Shae imagined the seductive singer licking her juices off his chops and suggesting she return the favor. She had no doubt what her response would be, and for a moment the finger in her mouth became the hot, tapered tip of that rock hard shaft pushing into her muzzle. When Steven did rise and lick her honey off his muzzle she was sure her guess had been right, but the coyote made no move to push her to her knees. Instead he pressed himself close, kissing her neck and pushing his shaft against her abs.\n\"How 'bout it sugar? Ready to become a woman?\" he asked, rubbing his hips up and down and making the bulge of his knot grind against her tongue-bathed cunny. The heat of his shaft almost made the vixen cum right then and there, but one sensible thought managed to rise to the surface of her frazzled mind.\n\"I... I'm in heat...\" she panted out as if she'd just run a mile.\n\"You think I don't know that after where my nose's just been? That's just going to make this feel even better...\" he said, grabbing her hand and placing it against his cock. Fingers wrapped around it on instinct, hot, smooth and slick, the male of her dreams...“Not a lot of girls go out on the town when they’re in heat. Ones that do usually do it for a reason…”\n\"In my purse... condoms... c-could you... please?\" she said, terrified he might reject her.\n\"Awww babygirl, you sure? You know it won't feel as good as just taking this as nature intended?\" he said, and almost on cue the shaft in her grip flexed and sprayed against her wrist. She wouldn't feel that with a condom, and the idea almost made Shae relent, but what little sense she had prevailed.\n\"P-please?\" she pleaded.\n\"Awwright then, go ahead and wrap me up... Break my heart before you drain my nuts…\" he said.\nShea's paws were trembling as she rifled through the little purse stuffed with rubbers, picking the kind meant for canines named \"AlphaXL\". She had to grip the wrapper with her teeth just to tear it open, and she didn't miss the waiting coyote smiling at that. The rubber was red and matched the shade of his shaft as the panting girl rolled it down, the material molding to his flesh, the ring straining around the knot before squeezing tight behind it. The balloon tip was already filling up with canine pre, and the vixen couldn't imagine what sort of flood the thing would wind up holding back. She didn't even remember rising, laying her back against the wall as the grinning canine stole another kiss, running his paws down her sides and letting them settle on her red-furred cheeks.\n“Wrap your arms around my neck darlin', we're kinda short on time so this is going to be a wild ride...\" he said, the rich growly tone in his voice making her arms move without involving her brain. The hands cupping her cheeks gripped them, the muscles on the coyote's arms bunching up as he hoisted her UP. Shae's feet went flying out behind him as her rear was lifted up, the coyote's muzzle level with her white-furred neck as he held her until the rubbery tip brushed against her slit. Steven lowered her until he was wedged, the first inch or two of his cock held securely by the quivering vulpine sex. He held her eyes and leered at her for a few seconds before dropping her down, the girl's wet sex sliding smoothly down the lubricated condom straining around the coyote. The tapered tip speared through her hymen so effortlessly that she didn't feel the sting until her splayed labia were resting against the knot of the growling canine. But the sensation of something thick and hard spreading her open in the blink of an eye was intense enough to make her cry out, a sharp yip that she was sure would be heard even through the music blaring in the other room. If Moira and Katie had any doubts what she was doing with Steven, that cry would have made it clear enough.\n\"Fuck, you're a tight little thing... you make cute noises too. C'mon girl, don't be shy, lemme hear you...\" Steven said, bucking up into her and drawing another sound from her, this one needier as she felt the still slender knot splay her folds, but not enough to push in.\nIt would be going in, she had little doubt of that. She doubted she could stop this male if she wanted, but her last shred of control was making him wear a condom. His hands had her ass in a grip of steel, hips starting to move in steady thrusts as he bounced her against his crotch. The feel of him inside her was more intense than anything she could imagine, and she’d spent many a restless night imagining just this. She felt her body straining around the thick, hot living length twitching in response to the gentle flutters of her freshly deflowered sex, the sting of her torn hymen fading fast to be replaced by the silken friction of her dripping pussy clinging to a male. \nThe knot would hurt, she was sure of that, but she still wanted to feel it, wondering how many thrusts it would take for her sex to stretch enough to allow the hard bulge in. A heavy sack was now slapping against her cheeks as the coyote pumped into her and she knew it was only a thin piece of latex preventing this rutting male from making her not only a woman but a mother here tonight. Shea flicked her ears back and wrapped her legs around Steven, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out as she was fucked by the man of her dreams.\n\"Mhhh, I knew it the moment I saw you... knew I'd have you whimpering around my cock. This is what you came here for, wasn't it? Dolled up, in heat, flashing that little ass around?\"\n“Mhhhhyye…ye…yuhhh…” Shae said, struggling to get even that one syllable out as the male of her dreams rutted her, taking her like a bitch in heat and asking her to tell him how she wanted him. Even though she couldn’t even get enough breath to say it, the leer on the coyote’s face made it clear that he got the gist…\n*******\nIf he was being honest, Steven Hicks didn't really mind the rubber wrapped around his cock, or the rubber in the girl's bra. This little piece of jailbait was still sweet, tight, and oh so malleable to someone who'd done it before. Her heat and the fact that she was a vixen was just a little bonus, and even though her insisting he wear a condom was cute, the rock star was still confident she'd be going back home with his pup in her by the time he was done. Until then he'd enjoy the tight embrace of the squealing teen as he worked to get his knot up in her. She was a snug fit around his shaft, but she would be heaven itself wrapped around the bulge at the base of his cock, and the sounds she made when he tied with her would be music to his ears.\nBut ever the performer, Steven didn't forget he had an audience. Every once in a while he'd give a really sharp buck to make the girl cry out or yip or whimper, to let the two girls waiting on the other side of the door know what was happening. The little vixen would be easy, she'd do anything she saw her older sister doing, but in spite of acting the priss, the otter girl was also in heat, and she wouldn't be going home a virgin either. He'd only have time for little Shea before going on stage, but the night was young. And so is this little slut...\nAs he bucked into her he watched the padded bra jiggle, a cute touch even though he didn't mind a pair of budding titties, especially when it meant pushing into a virgin vixen this fucking tight. Any groupie would have been moaning with a knot in by now, but this tight little cunny was putting up a fight splaying but not quite enough to let him slip in. Riled up, he pushed the girl against the wall and began to really ram into her, the little waif burying her face in his neck and she moaned, whined and whimpered until with a cry her plump pink lips yielded to the battering and closed shut behind his bulge.\n\"Mngghhh you're mine now you little slut...\" he growled, but he doubted the girl could even hear him.\nHe ground his hips against her, his cock held firmly by the clenching cunny as his knot grew big enough to make the vixen whimper. But with the pain came a pressure on a spot in that slick young pussy that the teenage vixen couldn't resist, and the moans rising in pitch and volume only confirmed it.\n\"C'mon Shae, cum for me like a good girl...\" he growled, nipping the girl's ear and grinning as she cried out.\nHer pussy had been a sweet vise before, but now it was going wild around him, begging for something he was only too eager to give. Biting the scruff on the side of her neck, the coyote gripped her perky young cheeks hard enough to bruise them as his sack pulsed and he began to fill that ridiculous balloon she'd wrapped him in. And while it did keep her womb safe, it did little to mask the sensation of a deluge of spunk being pumped into her already overflowing cunny. The sound of his blood pumping and the climaxing vixen whimpering and yipping was sweet music, spoiled by the percussion of an insistent knocking on the bathroom door.\n“Shae, are you all right?” came the voice of the fussy little otter who seemed concerned that her friend had suddenly stopped making those loud noises.\n“She’s just fine sugar, just a little out of breath…” he shouted back, admiring the glassy look in the eyes of the vixen who was a million miles away.\n“I… I really need to hear that from her. Unlock the door… please?”\n“Well whaddaya think darlin’? She did use the magic word, why don’t we put her mind at ease…” he said, the light seeming to go on in the pretty little vulpine head, but not in time to stop him from opening the door wide…\n*******\nMoira didn’t have a lot of doubts about what had happened behind that door after hearing the sounds those two made. Even little Katie seemed to have realized what her big sister’s cries meant, and when she heard the growling grunts of the coyote in there with her, Moira could only hope that her friend had the good sense to make him wear a condom. She was hoping to see Shae walk out flustered but unharmed, but she still wasn’t ruling out the possibility that Steven had forced himself on her. What she wasn’t ready for was to see the grinning canine stroll out with the panting vixen clinging to him, her short skirt bunched up with nothing but her tail to hide…\nWait, is she… is he still…\n“See, Shae’s just fine, ain’t you sweetheart?” the coyote said, holding the vixen against his chest. The best Shae could manage was a weak murmur of assent.\n“Shae, all you all right?” the otter asked, while the vixen’s little sister just stared in mute awe.\n“Course she is. She just doesn’t want to let me go, do you girl…” the coyote said with a grin.\n“Y-you’re the one holding her. P-put her down… please.” Moira said, surprising herself by the relatively stern tone she’d taken with the rutting rockstar.\n“Oh, there’s the magic word again. Whatever you say ma’am…” he said, moving his hands to clutch the vixen’s hips. With her arms seemingly too weak to stay wrapped around the coyote’s neck, Shae flipped back with a yip, her painted hair dipping down and her back arched like a dancers as the two girl got a look at a little bulge in her normally trim tummy, the panties pushed to one side and a rosy-pink mound straining around a bulge hidden behind it.\n“Oh my…” Moira gasped, covering her muzzle with both hands.\n“Yeah, so I’d love to let your little friend go, but she’s the one who’s got a grip on me. Can’t get enough of what I’ve got to give her, can you girl?”\n“S-Shae… are you… did you use a…”\n“I’m fa-aAaahhhh!... fine. I’m… I’m…” the girl stammered, and Moira found herself blushing as she picked up on the way her bulging belly was quivering. The knot was tugging out of her and it seemed enough to bring the panting vixen to another orgasm.\n“Shit, look at the time. All right sugar, I either pull out now or I go out on the stage with you dangling from my crotch…” he said, walking over to the couch and laying Shae down so that her lower back was against the armrest.\n\tAs he dug his blunt claws into the tender flesh of her friend’s sex the otter went-wide eyed as the vixen whimpered while her labia splayed open, stretching taught around an angry red bulge. The red mass glistened and when it slipped out the otter was half expecting to see a gush of seed squirt from around the shaft still embedded in her friend, but to her relief she realized that was just red latex that Shae’s folds were clinging to. As inches slipped out the well-rutted vulpines sex splayed again, but this time the bulge was white. With a final wet sound Shae’s sex surrendered its grip of the overflowing tip of the heavy-duty canine condom, the coyote seeming to pose with the glistening length of his cock pointing down, weighed by the white balloon full to near-bursting with puppy-batter. They stared on in a daze as the coyote deftly tugged it off, tied it and dumped it in the trash before he turned his attention to the vixen still laid out on the couch.\n“Now lemme just get these…” he said, grabbing Shae’s panties and pulling them along her skinny legs before the breathless vixen could reach out for them.\n“H-hey!”\n“Don’t worry girl, I’mma keep them safe for you. But these are soaking wet, and so’s that sweet little pussy of yours. I’ll give them back to you after the concert, we always have some fun after a gig. Deal?” he said. And before Moira could say anything, Shae was back on her feet, giving the canine who’d just taken her virginity a strange look before replying.\n“Deal.”\n*******\nShae had walked out of the trailer with mixed feelings. On one hand her first taste of sex had been mind-blowing, and even the way Steven had talked to her behind closed doors was thrilling, but when he walked out and exposed her to Moira and her little sister she felt kinda cheap. But the coyote had come through, ushering them in through a side-door that gave them a nice easy path to the area in front of the stage. And when the lights went off and the amps buzzed to life, she forgot all about it. The music was wild, blaring so loud she felt like she could hear it with her whole body. Steven Hicks was once again the growling, howling rock-star that she’d fantasized about, and half-way into the first song her misgivings were gone. She jumped and writhed along, and she could see both Moira and Katie getting into it, howling along with the lyrics even though the amps were too loud for anything other than the band to be heard.\nThe flashing light and blaring music made everything so surreal, so wild that Shae felt like she was being swept along with it, running rapids and howling with delight. Bodies would occasionally bump or grind against hers, but the place was packed and she didn’t really think anything of it. The vixen kept swinging her hips, tossing her hair and swishing her tail, trying to ignore the occasional paw groping her tit through the silicone pad in her bra. Some other girls were getting the same treatment, and didn’t seem to mind, a few of them even returning the favor by getting a pawful of bulging jeans. Moira was dancing along with Katie, enjoying herself but obviously playing the protective role her bigger sister should have taken.\nShae’s eyes had been on Steven as she writhed, and she was sure he’d caught her looking a few times, his grin half-covered by the mic he was growling into. It proved a little too distracting, because the next guy to grind himself against her ran a hand down her bare belly and under her skirt. Without panties to protect her she felt hoof-nailed fingers dip just a bit past her loose labia, and she knew they’d be coming away wet. She felt a muzzle against her ear as the guy behind her tried to say something over the noise. The only word she caught was ’slut’, whirring in time to see a buck waving a wet-fingered hand at her. The rest of the crowd hadn’t missed that, and the vixen found herself being groped several times, with some paws brushing against her pussy while a few fingers were poked between her cheeks to check if she’d taken it under her tail yet. It was humiliating, but it was also arousing, and Shae just went with it. None of these people knew her, or would recognize her, so she might as well be a wild young slut strutting her stuff at a RoadRage concert.\nWhen the band left the stage and the lights went back on the three girls clustered together with grins on their muzzles, drunk on the adrenaline of their first live rock concert. Moira had looked ready to go home when Steven first came out of the bathroom knotted to her, but the otter seemed to have overcome her prudishness and was almost bouncing with glee. Katie was babbling excitedly and loudly since their ears were still ringing, and Shae wondered if her sister had seen the way she’d been groped and passed around the writhing, jumping mob in front of the stage. She was sure Steven had seen her, flashing the same grin on stage that she’d seen so very up-close in the trailer. When they stepped outside they saw the band surrounded by a throng of fans asking for either autographs and/or selfies, but the coyote managed to pick her out and waved her over.\n“Hey Shae! Get over here girls, we’ve been waiting for you…” he said, and the vixen enjoyed the envious stares of the crowd parting so that the three of them could join the band – Matthew Tanner, the wolverine playing base, Gerrold Broussard – a one eyed alligator looking even bigger without his drum-set to hide his scaled bulk, and the grinning coyote beckoning them over. “Damn, you girls look amped! Enjoy the show?” he asked as them while the trio gushed like the fangirls they were.\n“That’s what I like to hear! Hey Gerrold, you find us a place to party?” he asked the gator.\n“Yeah, I’ll text you the location…” the scaled hulk rumbled, tossing the coyote the keys. “Me and Betty are gonna let out some steam, but we won’t be long, so you better save some for us…”\n“Will do. You give momma-bear a big hug and kiss from me, okay?” Steven said with a leer.\n“You keep that shit up, I’mma let her have you…” the reptile said, his tail sweeping the gravely ground as he turned and left them.\n“Anyway girls, you probably know who this guy is. Matt, these are Shae, Katie and Moira…” the coyote said, and Shae couldn’t help but notice the wolverine’s eyes lingering a little longer on the suddenly bashful otter than the two vixens. “Now these two are real nice girls, but Shae here’s all vixen and out for action, ain’t you sugar?” he said, surprising the vixen in question by groping her ass out in the open.\n“Y-yeah…” Shae squeaked, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Steven didn’t bother taking his hand away as he led them to his car, seating the vixen next to him the engine roared to life and whisked them away.\n*******\nSteven Hicks had been betting the show would loosen the girls up, and he was glad that he wasn’t wrong. Even the fussy little otter was more or less relaxed, although Matthew was coming on strong, arm wrapped around the otter who might have reacted better to his advances and flirting if she hadn’t seen her friend fucked silly and knotted to the cock even now stirring from its sheath. The girls were all clutching glasses with bourbon and coke, the sugar serving to mask the hard liquor that already had the teenage lightweights a little buzzed. He and Matthew were drinking theirs straight as they smoked, the whiskey and the weed doing their magic as they sated all cravings save one.\n“Ooh, I love this song! Do… do you wanna dance?” Shae asked as the next track came thrumming from the speakers.\n“C’mon girl, we just finished a hard day’s work! Tell you what, why don’t you girls get up here and do a little dance for us?” he said, giving her ear a little nip right on the black-tufted peak.\n“Yeah, we got on stage for you, only fair that you give us a show. You were going pretty wild out there in the crowd, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed doing just for the two of us…” Matt said. \nWith a toss of her streaked hair, Shae rose from the big leather sofa, the scent of her hitting Steven as her tail swished low. Before she even climbed to the big, low table in the center of her room little Katie was getting up and clambering along with her big sis, and once the two vixens took the ‘stage’ Moira followed. He didn’t fail to notice Matthew’s nostrils flaring as he sniffed after her, the wolverine’s jeans already showing a bulge. He was fairly sure Moira was in heat too but she wasn’t a canine and he hadn’t gotten close enough to make sure. And probably wouldn’t until Matt pumped the cute little priss full, but mustelids weren’t very common so he was willing to be the bigger man and let the bassist have first dibs under that thick rudder-tail. To their credit, the girls were really getting into it, swinging those thin girlish hips and thrusting out their perky behinds. The two males hooted and cheered them on until Steven decided to try and push them a little further.\n“Hey, why don’t you girls give us a real show? C’mon darlins, let’s see some fur!” the coyote cried out, and grinned as Shae got the ball rolling by tossing her top at him.\nHe and Matt were old hands at this, shouting the girls’ praise as if they were starlets strutting their stuff and not three teens in way over their heads. Shae was the first to get nude, since the vixen’s panties were still in his pocket, and while she didn’t mind her wet young slit being on display, she had been hesitant to slip off her bra and show just how underage she was, as if Steven didn’t know. Katie seemed reluctant, and more than a little afraid, but sweet little thing she was she followed her sister’s lead, nervously tossing her clothes off stage and revealing her pubescent body. Steven caught her panties and openly sniffed them, his ears perking at what his nose told him. Little Katie was just entering her heat, and by the looks of her it might very well be her first one.\nMoira had ditched her top but seemed too nervous about going any further, Matt probably didn’t help things by pulling her off the ‘stage’ and into his lap, groping her even when she tried her best to squirm away. A bit unsubtle but wolverines were savage little fuckers and his bandmate was definitely no exception. When the little otter did break free she jumped right back on the table, and it was only when he looked at Matthew that the coyote realized why. The horny bassist had managed to fish his cock out, and after feeling it rub against her the otter had jumped on the table like a housewife who just saw a mouse. Figuring he might as well join the party, Steven released his own red rod and began stroking it as he leered at the three dancing girls.\n*******\n“Shae, what are you… let go!” Moira whined, squirming as the vixen tried to slip her skirt off.\n“C’mon, don’t be a prude! They just want us to give them a little eye-candy while they stroke off. It’s just fun…” Shae insisted, gyrating her hips while she tried to pass off her struggle with the otter as a part of the dance. She was worried the guys would laugh at them or just kick them out when they realized just how young they were, but both Matthew and Steven still had hungry looks in their eyes as they jacked their cocks and those starved stares really did it for the teenage vixen. During the gig there had been young women in the audience and the guys had been flashed some serious tits while on stage. They could have taken their pick from any of those girls, but instead it was the three of them! Why couldn’t Moira see how lucky they were to be here? Worse yet, her scaredy-cat act was making Katie nervous…\n“Look, just play along, don’t embarrass me and we’ll leave the first chance we get, okay?” she said, and it was that promise that finally broke the otter’s resolve, leaving the three girls dancing naked as smoke coiled around them and the two musicians polished their erections.\n“See that? Told you little Shae here was a wild one. She sucks cock like a pro too, and she’s got the tightest, hottest little pussy…” Steven said as he got up and snatched the stunned Shae right off the table. The vixen had blushed at his description, but as the coyote sat back and pulled her along with him she became aware that the red rod she was sure would just wind up squirting into empty air was sticking out between her thighs. As the canine began to knead her budding tits and play with her nipples both Katie and Moira stared in shock while the wolverine leered at the vixen now squirming in his band mate’s grip.\n“Easy now girl, you didn’t put up this much of a fight your first time…” the coyote said with a lusty growl in his voice.\n“Let's… not in front of them…” was the best Shae could whisper back.\n“Well they gotta learn. Look at how scared you’re making your little sister. Wouldn’t you rather show her how much fun she could have if she played along like a good girl?”\nThe words made the vixen freeze in the horny canine’s lap, her mind focusing on the menace hidden in them before she decided she was being paranoid. Quit thinking like a kid Shae, they just want to have some fun. And Katie begged you to take her along, so what’s the big deal if she gets kissed or asked to jerk a guy off? And Moira is as old as you are, she should quit acting the priss and get into it. She was half-way to rationalizing the whole thing when Steven grabbed her chin, pulling her into a kiss and stealing her breath, just before filling her lungs. The vixen sputtered a few times before finally breaking the kiss, coughing up the smoke Steven had just blown down her throat. She got her breath back and saw the coyote take another drag on the joint, the lit tip flaring as he brought his muzzle to hers again. Shae was ready for it this time, flicking her ears back and closing her eyes as the fragrant smoke filled her lungs. She’d held it before exhaling, feeling pleasantly lightheaded as she relaxed against the coyote’s chest.\n“There’s a good girl…” Steven murmured, nibbling on her ear as he lifted her hips.\n*******\nMoira’s eyes went wide with shock as Shea just sat there, blushing and breathing hard as the leering canine lifted her until her naked and glistening sex was poised over his tip. The reality sank in at the same time the coyote’s cock sank into her dazed friend, her young sex splaying and taking the inches of hard, throbbing bare…\n“S-Shae, wait! You have to… at least… “ she stammered, lunging for her friend's purse and the latex arsenal stashed in it. She was rifling through the shiny packages when an arm wrapped around her, pulling her against a hard body and holding her firmly.\n“Don’t interrupt girl, you don’t wanna get between a dog and his bone…” the wolverine said, holding Moira firmly even though the feel of something hard and hot against her rump had the mustelid girl trying to squirm away in panic. “Speaking of which…” Matt said, reaching out and grabbing the mic Steven had brought along.\n“Please… I…” Moira said, her voice shaking with fear.\n“Now are you gonna be a good girl like your friend there?” the wolverine asked, his muzzle near her ear as Moira cast her gaze at her friend. Katie looked scared but there was no denying Shae was getting into it as the singer bounced her on his lap, his bare cock slipping smoothly past the rosy pink folds of the young vixen. “I can smell you sugar-tits, and I know just what you need. So are you gonna be a good girl and let me give it to you?”\n“I… I wanna go home…” the otter mewled, no longer caring about her punk-rock image.\n“Awww, just a kid aren’t you? Well if you’d rather play with toys, we can work something out…” Matthew said, holding her firm as he opened a condom with his teeth.\nMoira’s breath caught in her throat, but fear gave way to confusion when the wolverine placed the rubber on the end of the mic and began to roll it down, tying a knot once he rolled it past the big round receiver at the other end. It only dawned on her what the male holding her intended when he put the slender tip between her thighs, making her gasp when cold, rubber-sheathed plastic met her heat-swollen slit. The otter squirmed but the male holding her was bigger and stronger than her, and she accomplished little other than to kick her legs and thrash her thick tail as the mic was pushed into her. Any thought that Matthew just wanted to scare her were driven out of her mind when the improvised toy was driven deep, the lubed condom helping it punch through her hymen as her body tried in vain to clench up and drive the cold, hard object out of her. She saw Shae turn to look at her after hearing her shriek, but the older of the two vixen’s looked out of it, her eyes lidded and her muzzle parted as she bounced on the leering canine’s lap.\n“T-take it ouhhh…” the otter whimpered.\n“What’s that?” Matt asked, playing dumb as he held the mic embedded in the teen squirming in his lap.\n“T-take it out!”\n“Awwww, I didn’t hear the magic word! All right sugar, you don’t want your new toy? Well push it out then…” the wolverine said, wrapping his arms around her and leaving almost the whole mic sticking out between the otter’s short legs.\nMoira blinked away tears as she tried to wriggle to get the thing out before realizing it wouldn’t work. Spreading her thighs open as far as she could she fought back the pain and the humiliation as she clenched her abdominal muscles, making slow and painful progress. The two males were laughing, cheering her on, Katie watching in stunned horror. Moira couldn’t bear to look at either her or her sister moaning as Steven Hicks tried to work his knot into her, this time with nothing preventing him from seeding the fertile young vixen.\nThe otter didn’t know whether to pity or envy her friend. She’d lost her virginity to a rock star they’d all lusted over, while Moira just had hers taken by a condom-wrapped microphone, the same cold hard length she was trying to push out of what had until moments ago been her virgin sex. On one hand she desperately wanted it out, wanted to cover herself, get dressed and run home, but she was worried that once she pushed the mic out something else might be shoved in to take its place. And what was worse, she had a good idea who it would be. The wolverine was holding her tight as he urged her to push and wriggle, and as scary as the coyote’s knot was she was unlikely to get pregnant from a canine. The muscular mustelid behind her was a different matter.\n“Ooh, there she blows!” the wolverine growled, as the microtone plopped out of the otter’s slit.\n“Nah, that easy. The mark of a good bitch is how well she grips, isn’t that right darlin’?” Steven asked, and as the vixen in his lap whimpered Moira saw that her slit was distended, the knot having gone up in there at some point and swollen too big to slip out.\n“That so? You hear that girl? You gonna let him get away with saying a nice piece of rudder-tail like you is second rate to a vixen?” Matthew said, gripping her around the waist and hauling the kicking and writhing otter up on the stage next to a very scared looking Katie. Before Moira could so much as plead he yanked her hands back, thin rope biting into her wrists as he tied them.\n“There we go. No cheating by using your hands. Now open wide girl, and clench up when it’s nice and deep…” he said, pushing the microphone to her pussy. “If you drop it, we’ll try pushing it in the other way ‘round. If that fails, we’ll see if your ass is any better at keeping a grip.”\n“C’mon Katie, come over here and give Moira some room to move. That’s it sugar, come here and see what a good slut your big sister is. You’re never too young to learn…”\nMoira climbed up as best she could with her hands tied behind her, feeling almost one inch of the condom-wrapped mic slip from her. She was terrified of what would happen if she dropped it so she did her best to ‘dance’ while keeping her short legs pressed tight to keep the improvised toy in her. Steven had coaxed little Katie to play with his sack, the heavy pouch lumping in the little vixen’s hand as her sister moaned, apparently too high to realize she was being bred in front of everyone. The coyote took a swig of bourbon and pressed his muzzle against the writhing teen’s, a few brown droplets running down Shae’s chin as the vixen gulped down the rest. The eyes of the two males were mostly on her performance, but the way Steven kept glancing at the scared little kit kneeling in front of him made the otter dancing on the table shudder. Shae looked almost giddy now, and Moira wasn’t sure she could drag her away from these two, but she hoped she might at least spare her and Katie.\nSteven got his paws under Shae’s tush and tugged her up as he yanked the knot out, causing the older of the two vixens to cry out and the smaller one to gasp as warm canine cum surged and squirted in spite of the tight grip Shae’s labia had on the veiny red rod. The coyote lifted the vixen off him until his tip slipped out, flopping forward and sending a few white streaks arcing over Katie’s stunned face. There was a sloppy smile on Shae’s face even as the coyote flopped her down on the couch beside him, yanking on her tail to keep her rear up while her face remained smooshed against the leather cushion.\n“Atta girl, just keep that ass up, let the puppy-batter do its work and you’ll have a real set of tits before you know it. Now as for you…” he drawled, addressing the stunned vixen kneeling right where he wanted her. “Time for you to learn how to please a rock star. So use that tongue and that sweet little muzzle to clean up the mess your big sis made…”\n“I… I wanna go home…” Katie said, but it wasn’t the wail of a scared child, which Moira knew she was. It was as if the kit was saying it to herself as well as the two musicians, but more than anything her big sister. The older vixen she’d always looked up to and tried to emulate looked in no shape to take her anywhere, and the kit still couldn’t process what she’d just seen. She licked her cum-streaked muzzle, and the taste didn’t seem all that bad. To Moira’s horror, little Katie pushed her muzzle against the still obscene knot, taking gentle licks along the red length smeared with both her sister’s and the coyote’s cum.\n“Mnghhhh, there you go. Damn girl, you’re almost as good as your sister…” the coyote said, putting a hand on the little vixen’s head and guiding her up to his tip. Moira watched in horror as the little vixen obediently parted her lips, taking the canine cock into her slender young muzzle.\n“Not bad, but let’s see if we can help her get into it a little more…” The wolverine said, rising and making Moira's heart skip a beat. He gave her a hungry look, but seemed happy just to have made her flinch, at least for now.\nMatthew took hold of Katie’s hips, easily hoisting them up until the girl was standing bent-over instead of kneeling, her cry of surprise muffled by the coyote-cock she was cleaning. The otter didn’t miss the ease with which the fierce mustelid had handled the waifish girl, a disturbing thought since Moira wasn’t really much bigger than Katie, in spite of being her sister’s age. But even the older vixen proved no problem to the wolverine who picked her up and planted her behind the kit. 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Katie’s adoration of her older sibling had never crossed the line to the point of being sexual attraction, and she still wasn’t sure what to think of having another girl licking her back there. But the tongue working her young cunny over felt amazing, both when it swept up from her clitty along her plump pink lips, and especially when it dipped in and wriggled around. So she just focused on being a good girl, remembering to lick, to suckle and arching her back to push her rear out against her sister’s muzzle. It was starting to feel really good but then the licks slowed until all Katie could feel was her sister’s weight resting on her tush.\n“Awww, will you look at that – your sister’s worn out…” Steven said, pulling the kit’s head off his cock and turning it so she could see the older vixen resting her head on arms folded on the top of her sibling’s rump. “Can’t leave her like that, can we sugar?” the coyote said, getting up and picking the comatose vixen up. 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The room spun again, this time because she was being spun around, dropped so that her back was on the couch and her butt and legs draped across the armrest.\nSteven Hicks was leering down at her, and for a moment the girl wondered if he was going to push that toothy muzzle between her legs and finish off what her sister had started, but when a red shaft dropped across her slit she realized what the male had in mind. The kit was frozen in fear, trying to think of something to say, something that would stop her from sharing the fate of the vixen curled up next to her and leaking the coyote’s load.\n“C’mon sugar, time to become a big girl, just like your sis…” the coyote said, grabbing an ankle in each paw and spreading her wide open before letting his shaft slide down.\nThe hot tip made the kit whimper as it flicked across her clit, catching in the chubby folds of her sex before one buck of the big canine’s hips drove half of his rod into her pubescent body. Katie squealed and tried to wriggle free, but before she knew it the coyote had pushed everything but the knot in, holding her chest down with one paw while the other arm remained hooked under her knee. Katie heard herself whimpering and squealing, feeling her body struggle to push the invading male out with as much success as she had wriggling free.\n“We’re here, let’s get the… aww what the fuck? Are you two serious?” The rumbling voice made her crane her neck, and once she blinked away her tears Katie recognized Gerrold, the alligator drummer. He was looking at the scene in front of him with obvious irritation, although the she-bear next to him didn’t look disappointed.\n “What took you so long?” Steven asked, groaning as he kept himself hilted in Katie’s sore sex.\n“Didn’t think the two of you would wear three little sluts out by yourselves…” the gator said. \n“Oooh, will you just look at what they did to this poor thing…” the she-bear said, smiling as she came to stand next to Shae. “Awwww, she’s sleepy. And you two brutes haven’t even cleaned her up. Poor thing could probably do with a woman’s touch. C’mere honey, let momma bear take care of you…” the woman said in a cooing tone that might have sounded motherly if she wasn’t wrapped in tight black leather, decked out with spikes and chains and wearing a look as hungry as the three males. The ursine woman easily scooped Shae up, cradling the vixen’s face against a massive breast straining against tight-laced leather as her reptilian lover followed her to an adjoining room, the door locking behind them.\n“Holy shit, little Shae is in for a wild night. You see the look on Betty’s face?” Steven said, absentmindedly tweaking Katie’s nipple to stiffness.\n“Yeah, and ol’ one-eye doesn’t really mind sloppy seconds… Hey, you ever think of joining those two freaks in their little games?” Matthew asked.\n“Fuck, not without a safe word and a taser!” the coyote said, laughing as he began to grind his knot against Katie’s slit…\n*******\n“See that, girl? Even the little kit’s enjoying having a cock up in her. Now, you gonna play nice and lift up that nice thick tail for me? Take your breeding like a good slut?” The wolverine behind Moira said, letting the drenched mic slip from her abused sex and leaving it disturbingly empty.\n“No! You can’t… let me GO!” Moira said, thrashing against the male in a blind panic. Losing her virginity was bad enough, but she was in heat and she doubted the horny wolverine behind her was just teasing her with the whole breeding stuff.\n“MMmmmhhh, that’s what I like to hear! You’re not some slutty little vixen, presenting just because someone asked. Nah, you’re a real little punk, won’t go down without a fight…” he growled. The next thing Moira knew she was pushed face-first into the leather of the couch, teeth gripping the tip of her tail as something was tightened just under it. A rope was slipped between the binds holding her hands together behind her back, and when Moira tried to flag the thick appendage down she realized she couldn’t move it. Ropes were looped under each shoulder and around each knee, tightened until her legs were folded under her with no way to press them together. The otter felt close to tears, trussed up and unable to even cover her rear up from the male running a hand along her cheeks, admiring her body and his handiwork.\n“There we go sugar, now you can thrash and growl as much as you like. Show some spunk before you take some…” he said, pushing a thumb in Moira’s sex and pumping it a few times as if testing her slit. “I know my ropes. I’ve tied up cougars, mares… Steven, remember that cow back in Tucson? The one that said she thought little guys were cute?”\n“Oh, yeah… girl wound up pulling a train, but she didn’t get loose until Matthew cut her loose…” replied the coyote, pumping away between the legs of the whimpering vixen.\nThe next thing Moira felt was the tip of the wolverine’s cock, hard, hot and oozing at it found her slit. The thing she felt after that was pain, a burning stab that made the microphone tearing through her hymen just a sting. The male behind her had jabbed every inch in the span of a second, slamming his hips into her rear and making stars flicker in the corners of Moira’s vision. Steven Hicks had treated the vixens like sluts, but as the wolverine behind her growled and pulled back for another punishing thrust, Moira almost envied them.\nMatthew was slamming into her with as much care one might show a cheap fleshlight, growling and gripping her hips as he kept her from being bounced off his cock with every vicious thrust. Even being loosened up with that disgusting microphone didn’t help, the otter’s heat-swollen sex being punished with every buck of the wolverine’s hips. The first few thrusts had driven the air from her lungs, but once she got her breath Moira found herself squealing out, the ropes keeping her from doing more than curling her toes in pain from the almost feral mating she was subject to.\nHer cries only seemed to excite the male behind her, the wolverine’s claws digging into her flesh as he kept a tight grip on her hips, until he finally just picked them up altogether and started pulling them back to meet each thrust. She could feel his sack slap against her mound, the weight of it reminding her that the mustelid male had kept himself from cumming so far. Moira found herself fighting for enough breath to speak, hoping to plead with Matt to let her suck him off. The idea of letting this maniac face-fuck her was scary, but not as much as leaving here with his pups, something that was looking more and more likely with every thrust.\n“You’re getting messy girl. Don’t you worry, I’m not gonna blow until I feel you cumming. I want you to milk me dry, you little rudder-tailed slut…”\nMoira knew that he wasn’t lying, but she still didn’t want to believe it. The sounds of their coupling were getting wetter, and some of the mess was hers – her body betraying her and yielding to sensation and instinct. The pain wasn’t fading though, and she was sure Matthew wanted it like that. Steven seemed to have given up on forcing his knot into Katie’s underdeveloped sex and had settled for just pumping the whimpering vixen’s cunny. Still too much for such a small girl, but positively loving compared to what Moira was getting.\nWhen she started feeling pleasure through the stabs and slaps she felt sickened by it. She didn’t want this, the rape or the consequences, she’d just wanted to go home! The girl who talked her into this was gone, and it scared the otter that she couldn’t even hear what was happening to Shae in the next room. But even Katie was getting harder to make out over her own sobs and cries and the growling of her mate.\nShe felt her weight resting once again on her knees just before the weight of the wolverine was draped over her. An arm slid around her, a paw settling on her mound and pressing her slit down against the thrusting shaft. It was too much, the otter feeling her nipples stiffen against the leather as the long stabs of the wolverine’s cock shortened into vicious jabs, her rear rocking back and forth and meeting every jack-hammer thrust of the male’s hips.\nShe screwed her eyes shut and whimpered, sounding as weak as she felt as her body betrayed her. Her orgasm surpassed reason and only made her feel more afraid and vulnerable as the clenches of her sex made the shaft seem thicker and the friction more intense. She cried out when teeth snapped shut on her scruff, fresh pain that didn’t block the sensation of the cock stuck in her twitching, or the surge of seed splattering against her cervix before seeping in, pushing even deeper than the throbbing tip of the wolverine’s cock had reached. Moira had expected to feel the shaft slide out once the pulses stopped, leaving her to leak the way Shae had as the messy cock was thrust into her muzzle for cleaning. When the cock remained hard and the trusting resumed, just as rough into the young mustelid’s oversensitive sex, Moira lost her tentative grip on consciousness and blacked out to the sound of growling and the wet sounds of cum being churned around inside her.\n*******\nShe wasn’t sure if she’d dreamt the slap, but once a paw landed on her cheek a second time Shae winced aloud as she stirred, every part of her aching but some more than most. The vixen’s mouth felt dry, the scent of smoke and the bitter-salty taste of cum clinging to it. 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The mention of the she-bear brought up flashes of what had happened, the way Betty had stuck her muzzle… the vixen could still smell the rich scent of the ursine pussy, and would probably smell it for weeks to come. She looked up to see Steven Hicks, lounging around and flashing her that cocky smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.\nShae gasped at the sight of the small patch of shaved fur, just above her slit. Reading upside-down wasn’t easy, but she managed to make out the word ‘SLUT’ along with the hash-marks next to it. The tender flesh was still rosy around the dark letters, and while the fur would grow back it would be so sparse and so light that the black letters would still be clearly visible.\n“W-why?” she asked, tears in her eyes as her hoarse voice croaked out the word.\n“C’mon sugar, you know nothing in life is free. That includes rock concerts.” He said, walking over to her, still naked with a red erection sticking out of his crotch. “And even then, you could have just bailed on us when we asked you to come over for a party. All you would have lost was this…” he said, picking up Shae’s crumpled panties. “I’ll be keeping these anyway, I love these little keepsakes from my tours. Awww, don’t look at me like that darlin’. You followed us because you wanted to party with the rock stars, just like the big girls. And sugar, you got what big girls get. Speaking of which, I’ve got a little left for the biggest girl of you three…” he said, climbing onto the couch and lifting one of Shae’s legs up until it was resting against his chest and his tip was resting against her sex. Shaw had been sure she’d be beyond pain, but flesh slapping against her tattoo still made her cry out.\n“Please… don’t… it hurts.”\n“Fair enough, we’ll just leave your tagged pussy alone then…” he said, and Shae was expecting to have his cock shoved past her lips. Instead she was flipped onto her stomach, a fist gripping the base of her tail and yanking her rear up.\n“Don’t…please…” the vixen whimpered even as the warm tip found the tight pink bud under her bushy tail.\n“C’mon sugar, one last virginity to go…” the coyote behind her said.\nThe tip easily pried her open, and after one dip in her sex the shaft was slick enough with the juices of a vixen in heat to slide the rest of the way in, with her clenching only serving to make the penetration more painful. Her claws made marks in the leather, but her whimpers didn’t make Steven slow down until his knot was kissing her ring. Shae felt tears form in her eyes at this latest humiliation from the man she’d been so eager to give herself to only last night. When he’d taken her in the trailer, she’d felt like his girl, if only for the moment. With cum drying in her fur, slut tattooed on her mound and loads from several guys churning around in her womb, she felt like just a toy, something the coyote was playing with one last time before forgetting about it.\n“There’s my slut, all the way in one go…” he said, giving her ass a slap and making her clench down around him. “You know, when I take a girl's ass for the first time, I like to go nice and slow. Put in enough work, and they’ll be spreading their cheeks and wagging their tails next time they see you. 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"writing": "“Right, one last check…” said Shae, popping her compact open and admiring her reflection as best as she could. The light wasn’t much and every once in a while a headlight would flash in the mirror as bikes and cars pulled up behind them, trying to find an empty spot in the well-rutted field outside the lit-up roadside bar.\nThe young vixen admired her handywork, the bright red fur on her face accented with bold streaks of pink and magenta whereas her hair was a tousled mess done up in orange and yellow, with several slim braids half-hidden in the tangle. She thought of it as an appropriately Celtic touch to the punk-rock look she’d chosen, and figured that the band would appreciate a bit of local color. A lot of bands did European tours and didn’t bother going further than London, but RoadRage was actually doing a UK tour and had come up all the way to Scotland! Her muzzle broke out in a pointy-toothed grin at the thought of actually seeing her favorite band on stage, more to the point of seeing him.\nA vulpine canine bit down on a black-painted lower lip, the young vixen’s thighs rubbing together as her tail swished around, the white tip catching every bit of light and drawing attention. Just the thought of being in the same room with Steven Hicks, the singer and lead guitarist of the underground sensation from the states, and more to the point the male who’s face she saw every time she scrunched her eyes up and mewled and whimpered her way through an orgasm. All of them self-inflicted, but tonight was going to be different. By a quirk of fate the concert date had aligned perfectly with the start of her heat cycle, and considering the selection of rugged, muscular leather-clad males out here tonight she was sure that this would be the night she became a woman. Her head was filled with fantasies of wild, spontaneous sex fueled by equally wild music, and her purse was filled with condoms because she had just enough sense to want to become a woman and not a mother.\nThe word made her roll her eyes, and also drew her attention to the two tiny silver hoops in her right brow. She’d wanted to get her tongue pierced for her fourteenth birthday because she’d heard how you could drive a guy wild if you had a barbell in your tongue while blowing him, not that she told her mother that. The older vixen had been dead set against it, so the best Shae could do was bargain for two eye-brow piercings. No real sexual application, but she guessed it would make her winks look even prettier. Who knows, if she got close enough to the stage, maybe Steven Hicks himself would spot her…\n“Okay, now let’s check on the two of you…” she said, closing her compact and slipping it back into a purse bulging with rubbers of every size, shape and color. She turned around to regard an otter who looked a little more anxious than usual, and what looked like a smaller version of herself. Appropriate enough since Katie was her sister, two years younger and in Moira’s opinion too young for this concert. But Katie had argued that the otter was no taller than she was, and since they were all way too young to actually get in, Shae had agreed to bring her sis along.\n“Well you’re decked out right, but try not to look like a couple of kiddies! Swing your hips while you walk, hold your chin up, and thrust your chests out! We didn’t go through the trouble of getting these things for you two to slouch and hide them…” she said, groping her budding breasts that looked bigger than they had any right to. She had to admit, the silicone pads they were wearing in their bras really are good, and as long as they didn’t go topless someone could squeeze their tits and not notice they were falsies. Shae thought she had a killer body for a fourteen year old, but in order to pass for eighteen she needed all the help she could get.\n“Are you sure about this Shae? I mean, I’m not really sure we can fit in here…” Moira said, trying to be heard over the din of engines and the rowdy crowd slowly making their way inside.\nThe otter was also a huge fan of the band, and she was surprised by how sexy and punky the vixen had made her look. It had all been a bit of fun when they were back in her room picking out clothes, makeup and enough chains and metal knick-knacks to make them jangle as they walked. But this wasn’t a concert venue – this was the sort of big, loud bar that a lot of adults would hesitate to go into, and it looked like it would be packed to the rafters with really wild people. She was mostly here because she couldn’t let her too impetuous friend go alone, which Shae had threatened to do. But to make matters worse, she wouldn’t have been alone either way.\nKatie looked nervous too, but she immediately followed her sister’s advice. Moira wasn’t sure Shae understood just how much the younger vixen looked up to her, as evidenced by the fact that Katie was doing her best to copy her older sibling’s look and attitude. She knew that Shae would let her tag along as long as she ‘didn’t act like a little kid and embarrass her’, so the twelve-year-old vixen was putting on a brave face as she tried to walk in the buckle-encrusted platform boots that were a good match for their look but more importantly would add some desperately needed inches to their height.\nShae walked in front of the two, tossing her hair and trying to look like she’d been to dozens of places like this before as she joined the lazy stream of people going for the entrance. She’d wondered about what the bouncer would be like, even fantasizing about some wide-shouldered stallion who’d let them in in exchange for the feel of a young vixen’s hands stroking his shaft until he blew his wad. The shaggy bulk of the highland bull standing at the door wasn’t much of a turn on even before he blocked their way.\n“Not a chance…” he rumbled.\n“Excuse me?” Shae said, trying to sound confident as she challenged the brute.\n“You’re excused. Now run along home, no minors in here…”\n“Oh, I get this all the time, but I’m really…”\n“…trying my patience. And holding up the line, so why don’t you and your two friends back there just go back home…” he said, and before Shae could respond the people behind them gently but firmly jostled them out of the way, the stream continuing to flow with the three of them standing by the side.\n“Shae… we tried, but… we knew this might happen. Let’s just go, huh?” Moira said, feeling almost relieved that they’d been found out.\n“Ughhh, I can’t believe that beef-brained brute just brushed us off like that! He didn’t even get the hair out of his eyes so he could actually see us…” she said, frustrated that even her plan B of seducing the bouncer had failed. The bull wasn’t really her type, but more to the point he seemed so straight-laced he might as well have been a bank guard.\n“Where are we going?” asked Katie, looking to her sister for answers as the older of the two vixens went around the building.\n“There’s got to be another way in. So if that steer doesn’t want us as paying customers, we’ll just sneak in.” the vixen insisted, swishing her tail defiantly as she led her sister and her best friend away from the entrance.\n“Sneak in… Shae, we could get into even worse trouble!” Moira insisted, trying to sway her hot-headed friend.\n“Relax, it’s not like we’re stealing anything. Besides Moira, if we listen to outlaw music but behave like good little girls, then we’re just posers when push comes to… there, see?” she said, pointing to another doorway, open and with no one standing on lookout for underage girls.\n“Shea, we’re never gonna pass there! That’s all roadies and they’re carrying in the equipment and instruments, we’ll stand out like a sore thumb!”\n“We’ll think of something… some way to blend in…” the vixen thought out loud, almost jumping out of her own fur when a voice from behind her drawled out a response.\n“Well you could sit on each other’s shoulders and wear a trench coat. It’s a stale gag, but or roadies ain’t too bright, might just get ya past them…”\nThe three girls turned on their heels, standing face to chest with a familiar looking coyote. Three pairs of eyes went wide as they recognized Steven Hicks, the front man of the band they’d all come all this way to see. When none of them managed to get out so much as a peep, the cocky canine spoke again.\n“So I’m guessing the bouncer bounced the three of you? ‘Cause don’t take me wrong, but you do look a few years shy of eighteen…”\n“Y-yes we… tried to… aren’t you cold?” Shea said, her mind operating on some sort of back-up mode after being stunned by the appearance of the man of her wet dreams. The realization that this was the first thing she’d said to Steven Hicks struck home, and the vixen’s ears folded into her hair as color rushed to her cheeks. It sorta made sense though – the coyote was standing out in the night wearing nothing but torn jeans, a ripped white white-beater shirt that clung to his chest and a black leather jacket. \n“Aww, aren’t you sweet to worry. But I got a little taste of home to keep me warm…” he said, brandishing a bottle of bourbon and taking a swig. “I should be saying the same thing about you three. Cute outfits, but they don’t cover much. You girls local?”\n“Yes!” Katie squeaked, eyes glittering as she looked up into the coyote’s grinning face.\n“Figured you were – got some cute accents… guts too. Most kids would have tucked their tails and crawled back home after being shooed away, but you three won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Gotta respect that, especially since I used to pull this kinda crap a lot when I was your age…” he said, and three pairs of ears perked as tails swished at the praise, coming as it did from a man they were trying to cheat out of three concert tickets.\n“C-can you get us in? We’re really huge fans and when we heard about this concert… we’d do anything to be there!” Shae said, her voice a little shaky as she stood about two feet away from what was to her the handsomest male alive.\n“Well you gotta respect your fans… Tell you what, the show won’t start for about half an hour or so. Why don’t we get out of this cold, and then in the last-minute rush I’ll sneak you all in?” he said, ushering the three star-struck girls towards a nearby trailer.\n“Now, if this was a big concert venue, this place would be called a green room, but roadside joints like this one aren’t as fancy. Just have a seat anywhere…” he said, pointing to the well-worn leather sofa’s arranged around a wide coffee table. The table was covered in ashtrays, glasses and bottles of all kinds, with a few patches still barely dusted by white powder and a few covered in green crumbs. The walls and even ceiling were covered in posters announcing long-past gigs, and those in turn were covered by scrawls, graffiti, paw prints and an occasional label peeled from a beer or liquor bottle. Music was blaring from a big old boom box, and Shae couldn’t hide her thrill. Half an hour alone with just the three of them and the lead singer of RoadRage!?\nMoira and Katie had sat themselves down on one couch, leaving an obvious empty spot for Shae between them, but the vixen took a little risk and planted her slender tush on the sofa next to the girls, fighting the urge to squeal as Steven Hicks sat down right next to her. The coyote settled in and threw an arm out along the back of the couch, making polite conversation by asking them where they were from, what made them come here and try to sneak in, avoiding actually asking about their age. Moira and Katie did a good job of holding up their end of the conversation without coming off as giddy fangirls, whereas the best Shae could do was to keep still and control her breathing. \nThe closest she’d expected to get to the man of her fantasies was getting close to the stage, and here he was sitting close enough that she could feel his body heat. Every breath she took carried the coyote’s scent – the smell of old leather, cigarette smoke and bourbon mixed with the scent of his fur that to the vixen’s mind brought scenes of convertibles and bikes roaring along dusty, sun-scorched highways. Under all that mas an unmistakably male scent, one that she knew was likely to blame for her tongue-tied state. She was in heat, and at an age when hormones were still too wild to really control. She tried to focus on the conversation, maybe even say something but whenever she looked at Steven she’d remember staring at that same face looking down at her from the poster she’d pasted on her ceiling. The piercing eyes, albeit printed, that would stare at her naked body as she writhed on the sheets, slender thighs clenched around a paw rubbing furiously, a finger slipping in just far enough to give her an illusion of a male without damaging something she was saving.\n“How ‘bout you vixen? Haven’t gotten a peep outta you since we came in…” the coyote asked, breaking Shae of what she realized was a complete daze. She’d lost contact with reality, let alone the thread of conversation.\n“I… uh… I…” she stammered, wincing at how brain-dead she sounded as she fumbled for something intelligible to say. Looking at Steven’s face didn’t help her get her thoughts together, or at least any ones that weren’t poster-related. Her eyes were locked on his as she sat there like a deer in headlights, waiting for impact.\nImpact came in the form of the coyote’s muzzle pressing against hers, the feel of his lips against hers and a taste of bourbon as his tongue slid into her mouth. Her eyes were still open wide in shock but she noticed he didn’t bother closing his, the yellow, piercing orbs gazing into her own with a predator’s intensity. When he pulled away Shae realized ‘breathtaking’ wasn’t just an expression. The kiss had been brief but the vixen felt like she’d been holding her breath for a minute, fighting the urge to gasp as her young chest rose and fell while the heart within it raced.\n“Thought for a moment that a cat got your tongue, but it seems to still be there…” he said casually, a cocky grin flashing sharp teeth, a clear sign he didn’t think he just took anything that wasn’t on offer.\nShae spared a glance at the cough next to theirs and catching the stunned shock on Moira’s face and the veritable glow of awe on Katie’s face that the little vixen didn’t bother to try hiding. It was the look on her sister’s face that really drove home what happened – she just kissed Steve Hicks! Well, he kissed her to be honest. Maybe that was even better? Like she wasn’t some pushy fan-girl throwing herself at him? Shae had kissed boys before and it had been nice, a little thrill that got her closer to adulthood, but her mind and indeed body had a more severe reaction to her first kiss with a man, especially this one.\n\"S-so, what's this band called? T-they're pretty good...\" Moira said, referring to the roaring voice competing with distorted guitars and pounding drums. She was also desperate to try and lure the coyote's attention away from the vixen seated next to her.\nShae had bragged to her that she wanted to become a woman tonight, and had even shown her the assortment of condoms that should cover just about any kind of male she might run into. The otter had tried to deter her, and when she failed she'd tried telling herself that Shae was just talking big, that she might flirt and at most give some horny guy a handjob. But seeing the way she was looking at Steven after that kiss, or more to the point the way the canine was looking at her made the young mustelid worry. The coyote seemed laid-back as he sprawled on the couch, but there was a distinctly predatory hunger in his eyes as he cast them over the vixen beside him. Shae was the most cocky and headstrong of them, but now she looked meek and desperate for approval from the male who'd just taken what he'd wanted from her without bothering to ask. No help would be coming from Katie who's hero-worship of her sister seemed to be fanned to wild adoration after seeing her kiss the hunky singer.\n\"Yeah, a friend of mine form San Antonio sent it to me. He's a singer for an all-bull band called Stampede and these are the track's they've got lined up for their next album. Pretty fucking good ones too, but I always like to listen to what my competition is putting out there before a gig. Gets me riled up before I go on stage...\" he said, grinning and planting a hand casually on Shae's bare thigh.\n\"W-where's the rest of the band?\" the otter asked, trying not to stare at the coyote's hand traveling against the grain of the vixen's fur, further away from her knee...\n\"Gerrold's probably spending some quality time with his girl, and Matt's way of getting ready for a gig is by being a pain-in-the-ass and making sure the sound and lighting guys have done their job juuuust right. To each his own, I guess. I just chill out, go out there and do my thing...\" he drawled, pointing his toothy grin at Shae as he let his paw slip under her skirt, the vixen gasping as the coyote gave her a little squeeze. \"Usually I'm just here by my lonesome. Makes for a nice change having three pretty girls around to pass the time...\" he said. Moira had to admit that in spite of her misgivings, getting a compliment that from Steven Hicks himself made the fangirl inside her squee with glee. But she was worried to see Shae's chest rise and fall, all the more prominent because of the skimpy top and the pads she was wearing in her bra. She had a strange, glassy look and she seemed to be leaning against the canine now crowded quite close to her. She wondered if she'd fare any better if their places were reversed and she was the one seated next to the exotic hunk they were all crushing on, a predator dressed in loose leather and denim so tight that...\n\"Aww now would you look at that...\" the coyote said, following his eyes to the spot Moira realized she was staring at. What had been a bulge was now an outline, one so unmistakable she almost put a hand over Katie's eyes. \"Pretty sure this is your fault, sugar. Now I gotta get this straightened out before I go out on stage, so whaddaya say to helping me out, hmm?\" the coyote asked, and Moira watched as the outline of his hand traveled further up under Shae's dress, the otter stunned into silence when the vixen gasped out a \"yes\" and rose along with the coyote towering over her.\n“S-Shae, are you sure you… I mean maybe you should think about…” Moira stammered, her voice a panicked squeak as she tried to break through to her friend, maybe make her realize that she was too young to do this, that she should be happy with that kiss…\n“Awww come on, don’t be a prude. Your girl’s old enough to know what she wants, anitcha?” the coyote said, still wearing that devil-may-care grin.\n“It… it’s fine Moira. Just keep Katie company until… ‘till the show starts…” the vixen said, sounding anxious but way too smitten to listen to anything her friend had to say.\n“That’s right. And don’t you worry girl, I’ll take good care of her…” Steven said as he led Shae into the bathroom with his hand on her ass, the door clicking locked once he closed it.\n*******\nShea's legs almost buckled as the coyote kissed her deeply, the difference in their height even more evident now that they weren't seated. He was cupping her pointed chin and tilting her head up, but even so he had to lean down to kiss her, the six-foot tall coyote looming over the trembling vulpine whimpering into his muzzle. Shae had been hoping for a wild night when she left the house, but this was literally the stuff of her dreams. She half-expected to wake up out of breath, sheets tangled around her and wet where they bunched up between her thighs. He had her back against the tiles as he kissed her deep, not caring a damn that she was obviously underage, that he'd only just met her. It was almost scary how he could take anything he wanted and make her feel a thrill that he was taking it, that he wanted her. \nHe groped her left breast through her top and Shae felt a relief that the padding she'd worn to look older had seemingly fooled this dominant predator who'd taken who knows how many egger young groupies as they thrust their firm young chests out at him. But a grope wasn't what he wanted, that became clear as his hand slipped along the white fur of her belly, causing her abs to tremble at his touch until his fingers reached her panty-covered mound. It was only when he peeled the silky fabric aside that Shae realized she'd drenched it in the same sweet-scented nectar even now soaking into the coyote's paw. His paws were hard, the guitar-string callouses rough against the soft, swollen lips of her sex as he teased her with a few rubs of her slit. Their kiss muffled her moan when his finger slipped in, almost two knuckles deep before she winced and Steven broke their kiss.\n\"Awww, what's this? You saving yourself for marriage, sugar?\" the coyote asked in a growling tone, his muzzle next to her ear and his finger still inside her.\n\"N-no...\" the vixen gasped in reply, aware of what that answer would get her...\n*******\nGood answer babygirl, guess that perky red butt is safe... for now at least.\nNot that Steven minded breaking in a piece of jailbait ass, nor did he doubt this little slut would raise that big pretty tail if he asked her for it. But even though this vixen's tits were fake hear heat was very real, sweeter than scotch or smoke and twice as intoxicating. The girl was already reeking of it, something she must have been aware of. The perfume she wore was cute, borrowed from her momma or a big sister to pull off the big girl act, but nothing could hide the sweet musk of a barely ripe cherry. Good thing he'd spotted her when he did. He knew the crowd his music pulled in, and if she'd gotten past that bouncer she'd have lost her virginity to the first random guy to rub up against her wet little slit. Getting broken in by him was good for bragging rights if nothing else.\nWith some hesitation he pulled his finger from the vulpine honeypot, leaving her soaked panties pushed to the side and her plump cunny exposed as he pulled his zipper down and fished his shaft out. The girl had both hands on his chest so he grabbed one by the wrist and pulled it down until he felt fingers brush against his cock. The girl glanced down once before looking back into his eyes, lips parted as she gripped him and began to stroke. Her hand was trembling around him but it wasn't fear. Fear would have had her pulling away instead of squeezing down enough to make his shaft twitch and squirt against her wrist.\n\"That's it girl, get a nice good feel for it... not your first time stroking a cock, is it?\" he said, holding her gaze and smiling the smile he knew for a fact could make girls like this one do things they know they shouldn't.\n\"N-no, but... it's big...\" she said. Probably remembering some boy she'd felt up, some kid just as nervous and clueless as she was, but she had a man in her hand now and she knew it.\n\"And you're such a sweet little thing, is that it? Worried I might hurt ya?\" he said, the vixen blushing hard enough to make her white fur blend with the red. \"Don't you worry darlin'. You'll probably scream, but I promise it won't be in pain...\" he said, grazing her clit as he pulled his fingers from the tight little slit that had so eagerly drooled all over them.\nHe brought the dripping digits up to the girls face, his grin growing a little wider as her eyes went wide just before he pushed the fingers in past her parted lips. Her ears flicked back nervously, embarrassed that she was being made to taste her own honey just like that, but she still suckled on his digits, timidly licking up her own mess. Yeah, she's nervous, she's clueless, but so where dozens of little star-struck teens that he'd gotten to do things even groupies wouldn't. Wild girls can be fun, but nothing beats breaking in a little sweetheart like this one...\n\"Taste nice, does it?\" he said, pulling his fingers out. The vixen was to embarrassed to reply, but she did nod.\n\"Well lemme get a taste then...\" he said, dropping down to one knee and pushing his head between the startled girls thighs, bunching her skirt up and exposing her bare sex.\nHe knew what she was going to taste like, of course. Fresh virgin pussy, in heat and showing it. Nothing sweeter than that, especially straight from the source. Steven demonstrated a predator's appetite as he pushed his long muzzle in hard enough for the sides of his incisors to press into the plump young labia, his black nose flat against the girl’s clit so that his every exhale had her shuddering. His long canine tongue was slipping over and over between the swollen folds, the sound of skin sliding across skin audible even above the vixen's gasps and moans. He moved his hands to cup the vixen's perky little ass, pushing her crotch against him as her legs began to tremble. She was close, but the coyote had no intention of giving her what she needed. Not with his tongue, anyway. A little more licking and teasing, and by the time he was done little Shae would be begging for that big scary sock she'd been squeezing so timidly...\n*******\nShae bit her finger but not in time to stifle a yip that rang loud in the little tiled room, aware that her friend and her little sister were on the other side of that door. She dared to look down and shuddered as she met Steven's eyes, yellow and intense as the coyote stared up at her even as he dug his tongue in as deep as her hymen would allow. His paws were on her cheeks and she felt like he was holding her up in the palms of his hands, especially since she lacked either the strength or the will to get away. The vixen felt like she should be doing something. A girl like the one she'd pretended to be when she came here would have pushed his head against her crotch, or flashed him her tits. Shae felt like all she could do was to keep her thumping heart in her chest while the tongue lashed against her sex. \nShe was surprised how quickly she'd reached the very edge of her climax, but whenever she felt close release slipped away from her. A more experienced female might have realized she was being expertly teased, but Shae was in no state to think. The paw that had been wrapped around the coyote's cock still felt warm and with a thrill Shae imagined the seductive singer licking her juices off his chops and suggesting she return the favor. She had no doubt what her response would be, and for a moment the finger in her mouth became the hot, tapered tip of that rock hard shaft pushing into her muzzle. When Steven did rise and lick her honey off his muzzle she was sure her guess had been right, but the coyote made no move to push her to her knees. Instead he pressed himself close, kissing her neck and pushing his shaft against her abs.\n\"How 'bout it sugar? Ready to become a woman?\" he asked, rubbing his hips up and down and making the bulge of his knot grind against her tongue-bathed cunny. The heat of his shaft almost made the vixen cum right then and there, but one sensible thought managed to rise to the surface of her frazzled mind.\n\"I... I'm in heat...\" she panted out as if she'd just run a mile.\n\"You think I don't know that after where my nose's just been? That's just going to make this feel even better...\" he said, grabbing her hand and placing it against his cock. Fingers wrapped around it on instinct, hot, smooth and slick, the male of her dreams...“Not a lot of girls go out on the town when they’re in heat. Ones that do usually do it for a reason…”\n\"In my purse... condoms... c-could you... please?\" she said, terrified he might reject her.\n\"Awww babygirl, you sure? You know it won't feel as good as just taking this as nature intended?\" he said, and almost on cue the shaft in her grip flexed and sprayed against her wrist. She wouldn't feel that with a condom, and the idea almost made Shae relent, but what little sense she had prevailed.\n\"P-please?\" she pleaded.\n\"Awwright then, go ahead and wrap me up... Break my heart before you drain my nuts…\" he said.\nShea's paws were trembling as she rifled through the little purse stuffed with rubbers, picking the kind meant for canines named \"AlphaXL\". She had to grip the wrapper with her teeth just to tear it open, and she didn't miss the waiting coyote smiling at that. The rubber was red and matched the shade of his shaft as the panting girl rolled it down, the material molding to his flesh, the ring straining around the knot before squeezing tight behind it. The balloon tip was already filling up with canine pre, and the vixen couldn't imagine what sort of flood the thing would wind up holding back. She didn't even remember rising, laying her back against the wall as the grinning canine stole another kiss, running his paws down her sides and letting them settle on her red-furred cheeks.\n“Wrap your arms around my neck darlin', we're kinda short on time so this is going to be a wild ride...\" he said, the rich growly tone in his voice making her arms move without involving her brain. The hands cupping her cheeks gripped them, the muscles on the coyote's arms bunching up as he hoisted her UP. Shae's feet went flying out behind him as her rear was lifted up, the coyote's muzzle level with her white-furred neck as he held her until the rubbery tip brushed against her slit. Steven lowered her until he was wedged, the first inch or two of his cock held securely by the quivering vulpine sex. He held her eyes and leered at her for a few seconds before dropping her down, the girl's wet sex sliding smoothly down the lubricated condom straining around the coyote. The tapered tip speared through her hymen so effortlessly that she didn't feel the sting until her splayed labia were resting against the knot of the growling canine. But the sensation of something thick and hard spreading her open in the blink of an eye was intense enough to make her cry out, a sharp yip that she was sure would be heard even through the music blaring in the other room. If Moira and Katie had any doubts what she was doing with Steven, that cry would have made it clear enough.\n\"Fuck, you're a tight little thing... you make cute noises too. C'mon girl, don't be shy, lemme hear you...\" Steven said, bucking up into her and drawing another sound from her, this one needier as she felt the still slender knot splay her folds, but not enough to push in.\nIt would be going in, she had little doubt of that. She doubted she could stop this male if she wanted, but her last shred of control was making him wear a condom. His hands had her ass in a grip of steel, hips starting to move in steady thrusts as he bounced her against his crotch. The feel of him inside her was more intense than anything she could imagine, and she’d spent many a restless night imagining just this. She felt her body straining around the thick, hot living length twitching in response to the gentle flutters of her freshly deflowered sex, the sting of her torn hymen fading fast to be replaced by the silken friction of her dripping pussy clinging to a male. \nThe knot would hurt, she was sure of that, but she still wanted to feel it, wondering how many thrusts it would take for her sex to stretch enough to allow the hard bulge in. A heavy sack was now slapping against her cheeks as the coyote pumped into her and she knew it was only a thin piece of latex preventing this rutting male from making her not only a woman but a mother here tonight. Shea flicked her ears back and wrapped her legs around Steven, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out as she was fucked by the man of her dreams.\n\"Mhhh, I knew it the moment I saw you... knew I'd have you whimpering around my cock. This is what you came here for, wasn't it? Dolled up, in heat, flashing that little ass around?\"\n“Mhhhhyye…ye…yuhhh…” Shae said, struggling to get even that one syllable out as the male of her dreams rutted her, taking her like a bitch in heat and asking her to tell him how she wanted him. Even though she couldn’t even get enough breath to say it, the leer on the coyote’s face made it clear that he got the gist…\n*******\nIf he was being honest, Steven Hicks didn't really mind the rubber wrapped around his cock, or the rubber in the girl's bra. This little piece of jailbait was still sweet, tight, and oh so malleable to someone who'd done it before. Her heat and the fact that she was a vixen was just a little bonus, and even though her insisting he wear a condom was cute, the rock star was still confident she'd be going back home with his pup in her by the time he was done. Until then he'd enjoy the tight embrace of the squealing teen as he worked to get his knot up in her. She was a snug fit around his shaft, but she would be heaven itself wrapped around the bulge at the base of his cock, and the sounds she made when he tied with her would be music to his ears.\nBut ever the performer, Steven didn't forget he had an audience. Every once in a while he'd give a really sharp buck to make the girl cry out or yip or whimper, to let the two girls waiting on the other side of the door know what was happening. The little vixen would be easy, she'd do anything she saw her older sister doing, but in spite of acting the priss, the otter girl was also in heat, and she wouldn't be going home a virgin either. He'd only have time for little Shea before going on stage, but the night was young. And so is this little slut...\nAs he bucked into her he watched the padded bra jiggle, a cute touch even though he didn't mind a pair of budding titties, especially when it meant pushing into a virgin vixen this fucking tight. Any groupie would have been moaning with a knot in by now, but this tight little cunny was putting up a fight splaying but not quite enough to let him slip in. Riled up, he pushed the girl against the wall and began to really ram into her, the little waif burying her face in his neck and she moaned, whined and whimpered until with a cry her plump pink lips yielded to the battering and closed shut behind his bulge.\n\"Mngghhh you're mine now you little slut...\" he growled, but he doubted the girl could even hear him.\nHe ground his hips against her, his cock held firmly by the clenching cunny as his knot grew big enough to make the vixen whimper. But with the pain came a pressure on a spot in that slick young pussy that the teenage vixen couldn't resist, and the moans rising in pitch and volume only confirmed it.\n\"C'mon Shae, cum for me like a good girl...\" he growled, nipping the girl's ear and grinning as she cried out.\nHer pussy had been a sweet vise before, but now it was going wild around him, begging for something he was only too eager to give. Biting the scruff on the side of her neck, the coyote gripped her perky young cheeks hard enough to bruise them as his sack pulsed and he began to fill that ridiculous balloon she'd wrapped him in. And while it did keep her womb safe, it did little to mask the sensation of a deluge of spunk being pumped into her already overflowing cunny. The sound of his blood pumping and the climaxing vixen whimpering and yipping was sweet music, spoiled by the percussion of an insistent knocking on the bathroom door.\n“Shae, are you all right?” came the voice of the fussy little otter who seemed concerned that her friend had suddenly stopped making those loud noises.\n“She’s just fine sugar, just a little out of breath…” he shouted back, admiring the glassy look in the eyes of the vixen who was a million miles away.\n“I… I really need to hear that from her. Unlock the door… please?”\n“Well whaddaya think darlin’? She did use the magic word, why don’t we put her mind at ease…” he said, the light seeming to go on in the pretty little vulpine head, but not in time to stop him from opening the door wide…\n*******\nMoira didn’t have a lot of doubts about what had happened behind that door after hearing the sounds those two made. Even little Katie seemed to have realized what her big sister’s cries meant, and when she heard the growling grunts of the coyote in there with her, Moira could only hope that her friend had the good sense to make him wear a condom. She was hoping to see Shae walk out flustered but unharmed, but she still wasn’t ruling out the possibility that Steven had forced himself on her. What she wasn’t ready for was to see the grinning canine stroll out with the panting vixen clinging to him, her short skirt bunched up with nothing but her tail to hide…\nWait, is she… is he still…\n“See, Shae’s just fine, ain’t you sweetheart?” the coyote said, holding the vixen against his chest. The best Shae could manage was a weak murmur of assent.\n“Shae, all you all right?” the otter asked, while the vixen’s little sister just stared in mute awe.\n“Course she is. She just doesn’t want to let me go, do you girl…” the coyote said with a grin.\n“Y-you’re the one holding her. P-put her down… please.” Moira said, surprising herself by the relatively stern tone she’d taken with the rutting rockstar.\n“Oh, there’s the magic word again. Whatever you say ma’am…” he said, moving his hands to clutch the vixen’s hips. With her arms seemingly too weak to stay wrapped around the coyote’s neck, Shae flipped back with a yip, her painted hair dipping down and her back arched like a dancers as the two girl got a look at a little bulge in her normally trim tummy, the panties pushed to one side and a rosy-pink mound straining around a bulge hidden behind it.\n“Oh my…” Moira gasped, covering her muzzle with both hands.\n“Yeah, so I’d love to let your little friend go, but she’s the one who’s got a grip on me. Can’t get enough of what I’ve got to give her, can you girl?”\n“S-Shae… are you… did you use a…”\n“I’m fa-aAaahhhh!... fine. I’m… I’m…” the girl stammered, and Moira found herself blushing as she picked up on the way her bulging belly was quivering. The knot was tugging out of her and it seemed enough to bring the panting vixen to another orgasm.\n“Shit, look at the time. All right sugar, I either pull out now or I go out on the stage with you dangling from my crotch…” he said, walking over to the couch and laying Shae down so that her lower back was against the armrest.\n\tAs he dug his blunt claws into the tender flesh of her friend’s sex the otter went-wide eyed as the vixen whimpered while her labia splayed open, stretching taught around an angry red bulge. The red mass glistened and when it slipped out the otter was half expecting to see a gush of seed squirt from around the shaft still embedded in her friend, but to her relief she realized that was just red latex that Shae’s folds were clinging to. As inches slipped out the well-rutted vulpines sex splayed again, but this time the bulge was white. With a final wet sound Shae’s sex surrendered its grip of the overflowing tip of the heavy-duty canine condom, the coyote seeming to pose with the glistening length of his cock pointing down, weighed by the white balloon full to near-bursting with puppy-batter. They stared on in a daze as the coyote deftly tugged it off, tied it and dumped it in the trash before he turned his attention to the vixen still laid out on the couch.\n“Now lemme just get these…” he said, grabbing Shae’s panties and pulling them along her skinny legs before the breathless vixen could reach out for them.\n“H-hey!”\n“Don’t worry girl, I’mma keep them safe for you. But these are soaking wet, and so’s that sweet little pussy of yours. I’ll give them back to you after the concert, we always have some fun after a gig. Deal?” he said. And before Moira could say anything, Shae was back on her feet, giving the canine who’d just taken her virginity a strange look before replying.\n“Deal.”\n*******\nShae had walked out of the trailer with mixed feelings. On one hand her first taste of sex had been mind-blowing, and even the way Steven had talked to her behind closed doors was thrilling, but when he walked out and exposed her to Moira and her little sister she felt kinda cheap. But the coyote had come through, ushering them in through a side-door that gave them a nice easy path to the area in front of the stage. And when the lights went off and the amps buzzed to life, she forgot all about it. The music was wild, blaring so loud she felt like she could hear it with her whole body. Steven Hicks was once again the growling, howling rock-star that she’d fantasized about, and half-way into the first song her misgivings were gone. She jumped and writhed along, and she could see both Moira and Katie getting into it, howling along with the lyrics even though the amps were too loud for anything other than the band to be heard.\nThe flashing light and blaring music made everything so surreal, so wild that Shae felt like she was being swept along with it, running rapids and howling with delight. Bodies would occasionally bump or grind against hers, but the place was packed and she didn’t really think anything of it. The vixen kept swinging her hips, tossing her hair and swishing her tail, trying to ignore the occasional paw groping her tit through the silicone pad in her bra. Some other girls were getting the same treatment, and didn’t seem to mind, a few of them even returning the favor by getting a pawful of bulging jeans. Moira was dancing along with Katie, enjoying herself but obviously playing the protective role her bigger sister should have taken.\nShae’s eyes had been on Steven as she writhed, and she was sure he’d caught her looking a few times, his grin half-covered by the mic he was growling into. It proved a little too distracting, because the next guy to grind himself against her ran a hand down her bare belly and under her skirt. Without panties to protect her she felt hoof-nailed fingers dip just a bit past her loose labia, and she knew they’d be coming away wet. She felt a muzzle against her ear as the guy behind her tried to say something over the noise. The only word she caught was ’slut’, whirring in time to see a buck waving a wet-fingered hand at her. The rest of the crowd hadn’t missed that, and the vixen found herself being groped several times, with some paws brushing against her pussy while a few fingers were poked between her cheeks to check if she’d taken it under her tail yet. It was humiliating, but it was also arousing, and Shae just went with it. None of these people knew her, or would recognize her, so she might as well be a wild young slut strutting her stuff at a RoadRage concert.\nWhen the band left the stage and the lights went back on the three girls clustered together with grins on their muzzles, drunk on the adrenaline of their first live rock concert. Moira had looked ready to go home when Steven first came out of the bathroom knotted to her, but the otter seemed to have overcome her prudishness and was almost bouncing with glee. Katie was babbling excitedly and loudly since their ears were still ringing, and Shae wondered if her sister had seen the way she’d been groped and passed around the writhing, jumping mob in front of the stage. She was sure Steven had seen her, flashing the same grin on stage that she’d seen so very up-close in the trailer. When they stepped outside they saw the band surrounded by a throng of fans asking for either autographs and/or selfies, but the coyote managed to pick her out and waved her over.\n“Hey Shae! Get over here girls, we’ve been waiting for you…” he said, and the vixen enjoyed the envious stares of the crowd parting so that the three of them could join the band – Matthew Tanner, the wolverine playing base, Gerrold Broussard – a one eyed alligator looking even bigger without his drum-set to hide his scaled bulk, and the grinning coyote beckoning them over. “Damn, you girls look amped! Enjoy the show?” he asked as them while the trio gushed like the fangirls they were.\n“That’s what I like to hear! Hey Gerrold, you find us a place to party?” he asked the gator.\n“Yeah, I’ll text you the location…” the scaled hulk rumbled, tossing the coyote the keys. “Me and Betty are gonna let out some steam, but we won’t be long, so you better save some for us…”\n“Will do. You give momma-bear a big hug and kiss from me, okay?” Steven said with a leer.\n“You keep that shit up, I’mma let her have you…” the reptile said, his tail sweeping the gravely ground as he turned and left them.\n“Anyway girls, you probably know who this guy is. Matt, these are Shae, Katie and Moira…” the coyote said, and Shae couldn’t help but notice the wolverine’s eyes lingering a little longer on the suddenly bashful otter than the two vixens. “Now these two are real nice girls, but Shae here’s all vixen and out for action, ain’t you sugar?” he said, surprising the vixen in question by groping her ass out in the open.\n“Y-yeah…” Shae squeaked, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Steven didn’t bother taking his hand away as he led them to his car, seating the vixen next to him the engine roared to life and whisked them away.\n*******\nSteven Hicks had been betting the show would loosen the girls up, and he was glad that he wasn’t wrong. Even the fussy little otter was more or less relaxed, although Matthew was coming on strong, arm wrapped around the otter who might have reacted better to his advances and flirting if she hadn’t seen her friend fucked silly and knotted to the cock even now stirring from its sheath. The girls were all clutching glasses with bourbon and coke, the sugar serving to mask the hard liquor that already had the teenage lightweights a little buzzed. He and Matthew were drinking theirs straight as they smoked, the whiskey and the weed doing their magic as they sated all cravings save one.\n“Ooh, I love this song! Do… do you wanna dance?” Shae asked as the next track came thrumming from the speakers.\n“C’mon girl, we just finished a hard day’s work! Tell you what, why don’t you girls get up here and do a little dance for us?” he said, giving her ear a little nip right on the black-tufted peak.\n“Yeah, we got on stage for you, only fair that you give us a show. You were going pretty wild out there in the crowd, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed doing just for the two of us…” Matt said. \nWith a toss of her streaked hair, Shae rose from the big leather sofa, the scent of her hitting Steven as her tail swished low. Before she even climbed to the big, low table in the center of her room little Katie was getting up and clambering along with her big sis, and once the two vixens took the ‘stage’ Moira followed. He didn’t fail to notice Matthew’s nostrils flaring as he sniffed after her, the wolverine’s jeans already showing a bulge. He was fairly sure Moira was in heat too but she wasn’t a canine and he hadn’t gotten close enough to make sure. And probably wouldn’t until Matt pumped the cute little priss full, but mustelids weren’t very common so he was willing to be the bigger man and let the bassist have first dibs under that thick rudder-tail. To their credit, the girls were really getting into it, swinging those thin girlish hips and thrusting out their perky behinds. The two males hooted and cheered them on until Steven decided to try and push them a little further.\n“Hey, why don’t you girls give us a real show? C’mon darlins, let’s see some fur!” the coyote cried out, and grinned as Shae got the ball rolling by tossing her top at him.\nHe and Matt were old hands at this, shouting the girls’ praise as if they were starlets strutting their stuff and not three teens in way over their heads. Shae was the first to get nude, since the vixen’s panties were still in his pocket, and while she didn’t mind her wet young slit being on display, she had been hesitant to slip off her bra and show just how underage she was, as if Steven didn’t know. Katie seemed reluctant, and more than a little afraid, but sweet little thing she was she followed her sister’s lead, nervously tossing her clothes off stage and revealing her pubescent body. Steven caught her panties and openly sniffed them, his ears perking at what his nose told him. Little Katie was just entering her heat, and by the looks of her it might very well be her first one.\nMoira had ditched her top but seemed too nervous about going any further, Matt probably didn’t help things by pulling her off the ‘stage’ and into his lap, groping her even when she tried her best to squirm away. A bit unsubtle but wolverines were savage little fuckers and his bandmate was definitely no exception. When the little otter did break free she jumped right back on the table, and it was only when he looked at Matthew that the coyote realized why. The horny bassist had managed to fish his cock out, and after feeling it rub against her the otter had jumped on the table like a housewife who just saw a mouse. Figuring he might as well join the party, Steven released his own red rod and began stroking it as he leered at the three dancing girls.\n*******\n“Shae, what are you… let go!” Moira whined, squirming as the vixen tried to slip her skirt off.\n“C’mon, don’t be a prude! They just want us to give them a little eye-candy while they stroke off. It’s just fun…” Shae insisted, gyrating her hips while she tried to pass off her struggle with the otter as a part of the dance. She was worried the guys would laugh at them or just kick them out when they realized just how young they were, but both Matthew and Steven still had hungry looks in their eyes as they jacked their cocks and those starved stares really did it for the teenage vixen. During the gig there had been young women in the audience and the guys had been flashed some serious tits while on stage. They could have taken their pick from any of those girls, but instead it was the three of them! Why couldn’t Moira see how lucky they were to be here? Worse yet, her scaredy-cat act was making Katie nervous…\n“Look, just play along, don’t embarrass me and we’ll leave the first chance we get, okay?” she said, and it was that promise that finally broke the otter’s resolve, leaving the three girls dancing naked as smoke coiled around them and the two musicians polished their erections.\n“See that? Told you little Shae here was a wild one. She sucks cock like a pro too, and she’s got the tightest, hottest little pussy…” Steven said as he got up and snatched the stunned Shae right off the table. The vixen had blushed at his description, but as the coyote sat back and pulled her along with him she became aware that the red rod she was sure would just wind up squirting into empty air was sticking out between her thighs. As the canine began to knead her budding tits and play with her nipples both Katie and Moira stared in shock while the wolverine leered at the vixen now squirming in his band mate’s grip.\n“Easy now girl, you didn’t put up this much of a fight your first time…” the coyote said with a lusty growl in his voice.\n“Let's… not in front of them…” was the best Shae could whisper back.\n“Well they gotta learn. Look at how scared you’re making your little sister. Wouldn’t you rather show her how much fun she could have if she played along like a good girl?”\nThe words made the vixen freeze in the horny canine’s lap, her mind focusing on the menace hidden in them before she decided she was being paranoid. Quit thinking like a kid Shae, they just want to have some fun. And Katie begged you to take her along, so what’s the big deal if she gets kissed or asked to jerk a guy off? And Moira is as old as you are, she should quit acting the priss and get into it. She was half-way to rationalizing the whole thing when Steven grabbed her chin, pulling her into a kiss and stealing her breath, just before filling her lungs. The vixen sputtered a few times before finally breaking the kiss, coughing up the smoke Steven had just blown down her throat. She got her breath back and saw the coyote take another drag on the joint, the lit tip flaring as he brought his muzzle to hers again. Shae was ready for it this time, flicking her ears back and closing her eyes as the fragrant smoke filled her lungs. She’d held it before exhaling, feeling pleasantly lightheaded as she relaxed against the coyote’s chest.\n“There’s a good girl…” Steven murmured, nibbling on her ear as he lifted her hips.\n*******\nMoira’s eyes went wide with shock as Shea just sat there, blushing and breathing hard as the leering canine lifted her until her naked and glistening sex was poised over his tip. The reality sank in at the same time the coyote’s cock sank into her dazed friend, her young sex splaying and taking the inches of hard, throbbing bare…\n“S-Shae, wait! You have to… at least… “ she stammered, lunging for her friend's purse and the latex arsenal stashed in it. She was rifling through the shiny packages when an arm wrapped around her, pulling her against a hard body and holding her firmly.\n“Don’t interrupt girl, you don’t wanna get between a dog and his bone…” the wolverine said, holding Moira firmly even though the feel of something hard and hot against her rump had the mustelid girl trying to squirm away in panic. “Speaking of which…” Matt said, reaching out and grabbing the mic Steven had brought along.\n“Please… I…” Moira said, her voice shaking with fear.\n“Now are you gonna be a good girl like your friend there?” the wolverine asked, his muzzle near her ear as Moira cast her gaze at her friend. Katie looked scared but there was no denying Shae was getting into it as the singer bounced her on his lap, his bare cock slipping smoothly past the rosy pink folds of the young vixen. “I can smell you sugar-tits, and I know just what you need. So are you gonna be a good girl and let me give it to you?”\n“I… I wanna go home…” the otter mewled, no longer caring about her punk-rock image.\n“Awww, just a kid aren’t you? Well if you’d rather play with toys, we can work something out…” Matthew said, holding her firm as he opened a condom with his teeth.\nMoira’s breath caught in her throat, but fear gave way to confusion when the wolverine placed the rubber on the end of the mic and began to roll it down, tying a knot once he rolled it past the big round receiver at the other end. It only dawned on her what the male holding her intended when he put the slender tip between her thighs, making her gasp when cold, rubber-sheathed plastic met her heat-swollen slit. The otter squirmed but the male holding her was bigger and stronger than her, and she accomplished little other than to kick her legs and thrash her thick tail as the mic was pushed into her. Any thought that Matthew just wanted to scare her were driven out of her mind when the improvised toy was driven deep, the lubed condom helping it punch through her hymen as her body tried in vain to clench up and drive the cold, hard object out of her. She saw Shae turn to look at her after hearing her shriek, but the older of the two vixen’s looked out of it, her eyes lidded and her muzzle parted as she bounced on the leering canine’s lap.\n“T-take it ouhhh…” the otter whimpered.\n“What’s that?” Matt asked, playing dumb as he held the mic embedded in the teen squirming in his lap.\n“T-take it out!”\n“Awwww, I didn’t hear the magic word! All right sugar, you don’t want your new toy? Well push it out then…” the wolverine said, wrapping his arms around her and leaving almost the whole mic sticking out between the otter’s short legs.\nMoira blinked away tears as she tried to wriggle to get the thing out before realizing it wouldn’t work. Spreading her thighs open as far as she could she fought back the pain and the humiliation as she clenched her abdominal muscles, making slow and painful progress. The two males were laughing, cheering her on, Katie watching in stunned horror. Moira couldn’t bear to look at either her or her sister moaning as Steven Hicks tried to work his knot into her, this time with nothing preventing him from seeding the fertile young vixen.\nThe otter didn’t know whether to pity or envy her friend. She’d lost her virginity to a rock star they’d all lusted over, while Moira just had hers taken by a condom-wrapped microphone, the same cold hard length she was trying to push out of what had until moments ago been her virgin sex. On one hand she desperately wanted it out, wanted to cover herself, get dressed and run home, but she was worried that once she pushed the mic out something else might be shoved in to take its place. And what was worse, she had a good idea who it would be. The wolverine was holding her tight as he urged her to push and wriggle, and as scary as the coyote’s knot was she was unlikely to get pregnant from a canine. The muscular mustelid behind her was a different matter.\n“Ooh, there she blows!” the wolverine growled, as the microtone plopped out of the otter’s slit.\n“Nah, that easy. The mark of a good bitch is how well she grips, isn’t that right darlin’?” Steven asked, and as the vixen in his lap whimpered Moira saw that her slit was distended, the knot having gone up in there at some point and swollen too big to slip out.\n“That so? You hear that girl? You gonna let him get away with saying a nice piece of rudder-tail like you is second rate to a vixen?” Matthew said, gripping her around the waist and hauling the kicking and writhing otter up on the stage next to a very scared looking Katie. Before Moira could so much as plead he yanked her hands back, thin rope biting into her wrists as he tied them.\n“There we go. No cheating by using your hands. Now open wide girl, and clench up when it’s nice and deep…” he said, pushing the microphone to her pussy. “If you drop it, we’ll try pushing it in the other way ‘round. If that fails, we’ll see if your ass is any better at keeping a grip.”\n“C’mon Katie, come over here and give Moira some room to move. That’s it sugar, come here and see what a good slut your big sister is. You’re never too young to learn…”\nMoira climbed up as best she could with her hands tied behind her, feeling almost one inch of the condom-wrapped mic slip from her. She was terrified of what would happen if she dropped it so she did her best to ‘dance’ while keeping her short legs pressed tight to keep the improvised toy in her. Steven had coaxed little Katie to play with his sack, the heavy pouch lumping in the little vixen’s hand as her sister moaned, apparently too high to realize she was being bred in front of everyone. The coyote took a swig of bourbon and pressed his muzzle against the writhing teen’s, a few brown droplets running down Shae’s chin as the vixen gulped down the rest. The eyes of the two males were mostly on her performance, but the way Steven kept glancing at the scared little kit kneeling in front of him made the otter dancing on the table shudder. Shae looked almost giddy now, and Moira wasn’t sure she could drag her away from these two, but she hoped she might at least spare her and Katie.\nSteven got his paws under Shae’s tush and tugged her up as he yanked the knot out, causing the older of the two vixens to cry out and the smaller one to gasp as warm canine cum surged and squirted in spite of the tight grip Shae’s labia had on the veiny red rod. The coyote lifted the vixen off him until his tip slipped out, flopping forward and sending a few white streaks arcing over Katie’s stunned face. There was a sloppy smile on Shae’s face even as the coyote flopped her down on the couch beside him, yanking on her tail to keep her rear up while her face remained smooshed against the leather cushion.\n“Atta girl, just keep that ass up, let the puppy-batter do its work and you’ll have a real set of tits before you know it. Now as for you…” he drawled, addressing the stunned vixen kneeling right where he wanted her. “Time for you to learn how to please a rock star. So use that tongue and that sweet little muzzle to clean up the mess your big sis made…”\n“I… I wanna go home…” Katie said, but it wasn’t the wail of a scared child, which Moira knew she was. It was as if the kit was saying it to herself as well as the two musicians, but more than anything her big sister. The older vixen she’d always looked up to and tried to emulate looked in no shape to take her anywhere, and the kit still couldn’t process what she’d just seen. She licked her cum-streaked muzzle, and the taste didn’t seem all that bad. To Moira’s horror, little Katie pushed her muzzle against the still obscene knot, taking gentle licks along the red length smeared with both her sister’s and the coyote’s cum.\n“Mnghhhh, there you go. Damn girl, you’re almost as good as your sister…” the coyote said, putting a hand on the little vixen’s head and guiding her up to his tip. Moira watched in horror as the little vixen obediently parted her lips, taking the canine cock into her slender young muzzle.\n“Not bad, but let’s see if we can help her get into it a little more…” The wolverine said, rising and making Moira's heart skip a beat. He gave her a hungry look, but seemed happy just to have made her flinch, at least for now.\nMatthew took hold of Katie’s hips, easily hoisting them up until the girl was standing bent-over instead of kneeling, her cry of surprise muffled by the coyote-cock she was cleaning. The otter didn’t miss the ease with which the fierce mustelid had handled the waifish girl, a disturbing thought since Moira wasn’t really much bigger than Katie, in spite of being her sister’s age. But even the older vixen proved no problem to the wolverine who picked her up and planted her behind the kit. He picked up Shae’s chin and pointed her muzzle at the younger vulpine’s bare slit.\n“Come sugar, put that pretty muzzle to work…” Matt urged, and to Moira’s horror Shae just giggled drunkenly before slurring out a reply.\n“I caaannn’t… shessh my sister…” the vixen crooned, but when a strong hand grabbed her hair and pushed her in her hands went to Katie’s cheeks and her muzzle opened up to let her tongue slide against her sibling’s virgin sex.\n“There we go… fuck, you two girls are hot…” Steven said, leaning back and pushing a few more inches into the muzzle of the little vixen who was struggling to both take his cock and handle the sensation of a tongue sloppily working her virgin pussy over.\n“Now what about you darlin’? You wanna taste of this?” the wolverine said, addressing Moira as he stroked his erection.\n“No!” the otter said, hoping that the leering male would be satisfied with just humiliating her.\n“Don’t wanna waste a drop, huh girl? Not while you’ve got that sweet little pussy drooling, begging to be bred. Well don’t worry sugar, I’ve got plenty of what you need…” he said, scooping the kicking and protesting otter off the table.\n*******\nWith her hands braced against the big male’s thighs, Katie focused on breathing, swallowing the watery stuff the coyote kept squirting in her mouth and keeping her sharp little teeth out of the way. She did her best to focus because if she stopped licking and suckling Steven would push her face down into his crotch, and his shaft would go so far down her mouth that it scared her. She wanted to be cool, to be a good girl because she could hear what was happening to Moira back there, even though she couldn’t see it. The otter didn’t have a cock in her mouth because she was crying out, begging Matthew to stop… to stop whatever he was doing to make those wet squelching noises.\nThen there were the sounds her sister was making. Katie’s adoration of her older sibling had never crossed the line to the point of being sexual attraction, and she still wasn’t sure what to think of having another girl licking her back there. But the tongue working her young cunny over felt amazing, both when it swept up from her clitty along her plump pink lips, and especially when it dipped in and wriggled around. So she just focused on being a good girl, remembering to lick, to suckle and arching her back to push her rear out against her sister’s muzzle. It was starting to feel really good but then the licks slowed until all Katie could feel was her sister’s weight resting on her tush.\n“Awww, will you look at that – your sister’s worn out…” Steven said, pulling the kit’s head off his cock and turning it so she could see the older vixen resting her head on arms folded on the top of her sibling’s rump. “Can’t leave her like that, can we sugar?” the coyote said, getting up and picking the comatose vixen up. Steven dropped her on the huge couch as if she was just a ragdoll, but other than murmuring and writhing briefly on the leather, the vixen didn’t wake up.\n“I was hoping she was gonna get you off, but it looks like I’ll have to do the honors…” he said, hoisting her up and almost scaring her with his strength. The kit had drank alcohol for the first time in her life, and she only realized she’d had too much when the feeling of being picked up made the whole room spin. She caught sight of Moira on the opposite couch, held by the wolverine with her legs open wide as the growling male pumped the condom-covered mike between the whimpering girl’s legs. The room spun again, this time because she was being spun around, dropped so that her back was on the couch and her butt and legs draped across the armrest.\nSteven Hicks was leering down at her, and for a moment the girl wondered if he was going to push that toothy muzzle between her legs and finish off what her sister had started, but when a red shaft dropped across her slit she realized what the male had in mind. The kit was frozen in fear, trying to think of something to say, something that would stop her from sharing the fate of the vixen curled up next to her and leaking the coyote’s load.\n“C’mon sugar, time to become a big girl, just like your sis…” the coyote said, grabbing an ankle in each paw and spreading her wide open before letting his shaft slide down.\nThe hot tip made the kit whimper as it flicked across her clit, catching in the chubby folds of her sex before one buck of the big canine’s hips drove half of his rod into her pubescent body. Katie squealed and tried to wriggle free, but before she knew it the coyote had pushed everything but the knot in, holding her chest down with one paw while the other arm remained hooked under her knee. Katie heard herself whimpering and squealing, feeling her body struggle to push the invading male out with as much success as she had wriggling free.\n“We’re here, let’s get the… aww what the fuck? Are you two serious?” The rumbling voice made her crane her neck, and once she blinked away her tears Katie recognized Gerrold, the alligator drummer. He was looking at the scene in front of him with obvious irritation, although the she-bear next to him didn’t look disappointed.\n “What took you so long?” Steven asked, groaning as he kept himself hilted in Katie’s sore sex.\n“Didn’t think the two of you would wear three little sluts out by yourselves…” the gator said. \n“Oooh, will you just look at what they did to this poor thing…” the she-bear said, smiling as she came to stand next to Shae. “Awwww, she’s sleepy. And you two brutes haven’t even cleaned her up. Poor thing could probably do with a woman’s touch. C’mere honey, let momma bear take care of you…” the woman said in a cooing tone that might have sounded motherly if she wasn’t wrapped in tight black leather, decked out with spikes and chains and wearing a look as hungry as the three males. The ursine woman easily scooped Shae up, cradling the vixen’s face against a massive breast straining against tight-laced leather as her reptilian lover followed her to an adjoining room, the door locking behind them.\n“Holy shit, little Shae is in for a wild night. You see the look on Betty’s face?” Steven said, absentmindedly tweaking Katie’s nipple to stiffness.\n“Yeah, and ol’ one-eye doesn’t really mind sloppy seconds… Hey, you ever think of joining those two freaks in their little games?” Matthew asked.\n“Fuck, not without a safe word and a taser!” the coyote said, laughing as he began to grind his knot against Katie’s slit…\n*******\n“See that, girl? Even the little kit’s enjoying having a cock up in her. Now, you gonna play nice and lift up that nice thick tail for me? Take your breeding like a good slut?” The wolverine behind Moira said, letting the drenched mic slip from her abused sex and leaving it disturbingly empty.\n“No! You can’t… let me GO!” Moira said, thrashing against the male in a blind panic. Losing her virginity was bad enough, but she was in heat and she doubted the horny wolverine behind her was just teasing her with the whole breeding stuff.\n“MMmmmhhh, that’s what I like to hear! You’re not some slutty little vixen, presenting just because someone asked. Nah, you’re a real little punk, won’t go down without a fight…” he growled. The next thing Moira knew she was pushed face-first into the leather of the couch, teeth gripping the tip of her tail as something was tightened just under it. A rope was slipped between the binds holding her hands together behind her back, and when Moira tried to flag the thick appendage down she realized she couldn’t move it. Ropes were looped under each shoulder and around each knee, tightened until her legs were folded under her with no way to press them together. The otter felt close to tears, trussed up and unable to even cover her rear up from the male running a hand along her cheeks, admiring her body and his handiwork.\n“There we go sugar, now you can thrash and growl as much as you like. Show some spunk before you take some…” he said, pushing a thumb in Moira’s sex and pumping it a few times as if testing her slit. “I know my ropes. I’ve tied up cougars, mares… Steven, remember that cow back in Tucson? The one that said she thought little guys were cute?”\n“Oh, yeah… girl wound up pulling a train, but she didn’t get loose until Matthew cut her loose…” replied the coyote, pumping away between the legs of the whimpering vixen.\nThe next thing Moira felt was the tip of the wolverine’s cock, hard, hot and oozing at it found her slit. The thing she felt after that was pain, a burning stab that made the microphone tearing through her hymen just a sting. The male behind her had jabbed every inch in the span of a second, slamming his hips into her rear and making stars flicker in the corners of Moira’s vision. Steven Hicks had treated the vixens like sluts, but as the wolverine behind her growled and pulled back for another punishing thrust, Moira almost envied them.\nMatthew was slamming into her with as much care one might show a cheap fleshlight, growling and gripping her hips as he kept her from being bounced off his cock with every vicious thrust. Even being loosened up with that disgusting microphone didn’t help, the otter’s heat-swollen sex being punished with every buck of the wolverine’s hips. The first few thrusts had driven the air from her lungs, but once she got her breath Moira found herself squealing out, the ropes keeping her from doing more than curling her toes in pain from the almost feral mating she was subject to.\nHer cries only seemed to excite the male behind her, the wolverine’s claws digging into her flesh as he kept a tight grip on her hips, until he finally just picked them up altogether and started pulling them back to meet each thrust. She could feel his sack slap against her mound, the weight of it reminding her that the mustelid male had kept himself from cumming so far. Moira found herself fighting for enough breath to speak, hoping to plead with Matt to let her suck him off. The idea of letting this maniac face-fuck her was scary, but not as much as leaving here with his pups, something that was looking more and more likely with every thrust.\n“You’re getting messy girl. Don’t you worry, I’m not gonna blow until I feel you cumming. I want you to milk me dry, you little rudder-tailed slut…”\nMoira knew that he wasn’t lying, but she still didn’t want to believe it. The sounds of their coupling were getting wetter, and some of the mess was hers – her body betraying her and yielding to sensation and instinct. The pain wasn’t fading though, and she was sure Matthew wanted it like that. Steven seemed to have given up on forcing his knot into Katie’s underdeveloped sex and had settled for just pumping the whimpering vixen’s cunny. Still too much for such a small girl, but positively loving compared to what Moira was getting.\nWhen she started feeling pleasure through the stabs and slaps she felt sickened by it. She didn’t want this, the rape or the consequences, she’d just wanted to go home! The girl who talked her into this was gone, and it scared the otter that she couldn’t even hear what was happening to Shae in the next room. But even Katie was getting harder to make out over her own sobs and cries and the growling of her mate.\nShe felt her weight resting once again on her knees just before the weight of the wolverine was draped over her. An arm slid around her, a paw settling on her mound and pressing her slit down against the thrusting shaft. It was too much, the otter feeling her nipples stiffen against the leather as the long stabs of the wolverine’s cock shortened into vicious jabs, her rear rocking back and forth and meeting every jack-hammer thrust of the male’s hips.\nShe screwed her eyes shut and whimpered, sounding as weak as she felt as her body betrayed her. Her orgasm surpassed reason and only made her feel more afraid and vulnerable as the clenches of her sex made the shaft seem thicker and the friction more intense. She cried out when teeth snapped shut on her scruff, fresh pain that didn’t block the sensation of the cock stuck in her twitching, or the surge of seed splattering against her cervix before seeping in, pushing even deeper than the throbbing tip of the wolverine’s cock had reached. Moira had expected to feel the shaft slide out once the pulses stopped, leaving her to leak the way Shae had as the messy cock was thrust into her muzzle for cleaning. When the cock remained hard and the trusting resumed, just as rough into the young mustelid’s oversensitive sex, Moira lost her tentative grip on consciousness and blacked out to the sound of growling and the wet sounds of cum being churned around inside her.\n*******\nShe wasn’t sure if she’d dreamt the slap, but once a paw landed on her cheek a second time Shae winced aloud as she stirred, every part of her aching but some more than most. The vixen’s mouth felt dry, the scent of smoke and the bitter-salty taste of cum clinging to it. Memories swam up as her mind cleared, being shaken from her slumber only to have her face pushed into a slimy white mess. She was told to lick, so she licked, and swallowed without being told. And when she was done, her hair was grabbed and her face pulled away from what turned out to be Katie’s crumpled, whimpering form, only to be pushed into Moira’s gaped sex.\nShe pushed a hand between her own thighs, realizing that she’d been cleaned as well. Her fingers still came away wet, but not drenched. It was just the stuff leaking out of her, and the bloated feeling she had told her it would be leaking for some time. There was a sharp sting as her paw pad slid across the top of her sex, prompting the vixen to sit up and try to get her eyes to focus on her crotch.\n“Yeah, Betty likes to keep score…” came a familiar drawl. The mention of the she-bear brought up flashes of what had happened, the way Betty had stuck her muzzle… the vixen could still smell the rich scent of the ursine pussy, and would probably smell it for weeks to come. She looked up to see Steven Hicks, lounging around and flashing her that cocky smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.\nShae gasped at the sight of the small patch of shaved fur, just above her slit. Reading upside-down wasn’t easy, but she managed to make out the word ‘SLUT’ along with the hash-marks next to it. The tender flesh was still rosy around the dark letters, and while the fur would grow back it would be so sparse and so light that the black letters would still be clearly visible.\n“W-why?” she asked, tears in her eyes as her hoarse voice croaked out the word.\n“C’mon sugar, you know nothing in life is free. That includes rock concerts.” He said, walking over to her, still naked with a red erection sticking out of his crotch. “And even then, you could have just bailed on us when we asked you to come over for a party. All you would have lost was this…” he said, picking up Shae’s crumpled panties. “I’ll be keeping these anyway, I love these little keepsakes from my tours. Awww, don’t look at me like that darlin’. You followed us because you wanted to party with the rock stars, just like the big girls. And sugar, you got what big girls get. Speaking of which, I’ve got a little left for the biggest girl of you three…” he said, climbing onto the couch and lifting one of Shae’s legs up until it was resting against his chest and his tip was resting against her sex. Shaw had been sure she’d be beyond pain, but flesh slapping against her tattoo still made her cry out.\n“Please… don’t… it hurts.”\n“Fair enough, we’ll just leave your tagged pussy alone then…” he said, and Shae was expecting to have his cock shoved past her lips. Instead she was flipped onto her stomach, a fist gripping the base of her tail and yanking her rear up.\n“Don’t…please…” the vixen whimpered even as the warm tip found the tight pink bud under her bushy tail.\n“C’mon sugar, one last virginity to go…” the coyote behind her said.\nThe tip easily pried her open, and after one dip in her sex the shaft was slick enough with the juices of a vixen in heat to slide the rest of the way in, with her clenching only serving to make the penetration more painful. Her claws made marks in the leather, but her whimpers didn’t make Steven slow down until his knot was kissing her ring. Shae felt tears form in her eyes at this latest humiliation from the man she’d been so eager to give herself to only last night. When he’d taken her in the trailer, she’d felt like his girl, if only for the moment. With cum drying in her fur, slut tattooed on her mound and loads from several guys churning around in her womb, she felt like just a toy, something the coyote was playing with one last time before forgetting about it.\n“There’s my slut, all the way in one go…” he said, giving her ass a slap and making her clench down around him. “You know, when I take a girl's ass for the first time, I like to go nice and slow. Put in enough work, and they’ll be spreading their cheeks and wagging their tails next time they see you. Unfortunately…” he said, pulling out and making the vixen gasp as her pucker clung to every inch. “…I’ve got a plane to catch, so I’m gonna need you to be a big girl and take a good, fast pounding.” He said, driving everything but the knot back in.\nShae scrabbled against the smooth leather for the first minute or so before going limp, submitting to the rock star behind her and letting her use her any way he saw fit. Looking around she saw Moira was either still out or playing dead, curled up with her tail tucked between her legs. Katie was sprawled out nearby, her sister’s limbs twitching as Shae’s noises seemed to conjure up disturbing dreams in the little vixen’s head.\nIn spite of Steven’s rough pace, Shae realized she might very well have climaxed from having him rail her ass. But the pain of his sack slapping her freshly inked mound kept her from achieving release, not that the coyote seemed to mind. In spite of his best efforts he couldn’t drive his knot in, so there was nothing to keep his cum from squirting around his shaft as he blew a fresh load under her tail, the warmth that had made her feel so sensual back in the trailer now making the vixen fold her ears back in humiliation as she was claimed yet again. Even more gushed out once the panting coyote pulled his tip out, but one spank from his paw was enough to make Shae clench up and keep his mess in.\nAfter that he got dressed, tossed the keys on the table where the three of them had danced and fleshed her a smile before walking out on her, leaving her to remember the stupid ideas she had about how this night would play out…\n\n"
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"writing": "“Right, one last check…” said Shae, popping her compact open and admiring her reflection as best as she could. The light wasn’t much and every once in a while a headlight would flash in the mirror as bikes and cars pulled up behind them, trying to find an empty spot in the well-rutted field outside the lit-up roadside bar.\nThe young vixen admired her handywork, the bright red fur on her face accented with bold streaks of pink and magenta whereas her hair was a tousled mess done up in orange and yellow, with several slim braids half-hidden in the tangle. She thought of it as an appropriately Celtic touch to the punk-rock look she’d chosen, and figured that the band would appreciate a bit of local color. A lot of bands did European tours and didn’t bother going further than London, but RoadRage was actually doing a UK tour and had come up all the way to Scotland! Her muzzle broke out in a pointy-toothed grin at the thought of actually seeing her favorite band on stage, more to the point of seeing him.\nA vulpine canine bit down on a black-painted lower lip, the young vixen’s thighs rubbing together as her tail swished around, the white tip catching every bit of light and drawing attention. Just the thought of being in the same room with Steven Hicks, the singer and lead guitarist of the underground sensation from the states, and more to the point the male who’s face she saw every time she scrunched her eyes up and mewled and whimpered her way through an orgasm. All of them self-inflicted, but tonight was going to be different. By a quirk of fate the concert date had aligned perfectly with the start of her heat cycle, and considering the selection of rugged, muscular leather-clad males out here tonight she was sure that this would be the night she became a woman. Her head was filled with fantasies of wild, spontaneous sex fueled by equally wild music, and her purse was filled with condoms because she had just enough sense to want to become a woman and not a mother.\nThe word made her roll her eyes, and also drew her attention to the two tiny silver hoops in her right brow. She’d wanted to get her tongue pierced for her fourteenth birthday because she’d heard how you could drive a guy wild if you had a barbell in your tongue while blowing him, not that she told her mother that. The older vixen had been dead set against it, so the best Shae could do was bargain for two eye-brow piercings. No real sexual application, but she guessed it would make her winks look even prettier. Who knows, if she got close enough to the stage, maybe Steven Hicks himself would spot her…\n“Okay, now let’s check on the two of you…” she said, closing her compact and slipping it back into a purse bulging with rubbers of every size, shape and color. She turned around to regard an otter who looked a little more anxious than usual, and what looked like a smaller version of herself. Appropriate enough since Katie was her sister, two years younger and in Moira’s opinion too young for this concert. But Katie had argued that the otter was no taller than she was, and since they were all way too young to actually get in, Shae had agreed to bring her sis along.\n“Well you’re decked out right, but try not to look like a couple of kiddies! Swing your hips while you walk, hold your chin up, and thrust your chests out! We didn’t go through the trouble of getting these things for you two to slouch and hide them…” she said, groping her budding breasts that looked bigger than they had any right to. She had to admit, the silicone pads they were wearing in their bras really are good, and as long as they didn’t go topless someone could squeeze their tits and not notice they were falsies. Shae thought she had a killer body for a fourteen year old, but in order to pass for eighteen she needed all the help she could get.\n“Are you sure about this Shae? I mean, I’m not really sure we can fit in here…” Moira said, trying to be heard over the din of engines and the rowdy crowd slowly making their way inside.\nThe otter was also a huge fan of the band, and she was surprised by how sexy and punky the vixen had made her look. It had all been a bit of fun when they were back in her room picking out clothes, makeup and enough chains and metal knick-knacks to make them jangle as they walked. But this wasn’t a concert venue – this was the sort of big, loud bar that a lot of adults would hesitate to go into, and it looked like it would be packed to the rafters with really wild people. She was mostly here because she couldn’t let her too impetuous friend go alone, which Shae had threatened to do. But to make matters worse, she wouldn’t have been alone either way.\nKatie looked nervous too, but she immediately followed her sister’s advice. Moira wasn’t sure Shae understood just how much the younger vixen looked up to her, as evidenced by the fact that Katie was doing her best to copy her older sibling’s look and attitude. She knew that Shae would let her tag along as long as she ‘didn’t act like a little kid and embarrass her’, so the twelve-year-old vixen was putting on a brave face as she tried to walk in the buckle-encrusted platform boots that were a good match for their look but more importantly would add some desperately needed inches to their height.\nShae walked in front of the two, tossing her hair and trying to look like she’d been to dozens of places like this before as she joined the lazy stream of people going for the entrance. She’d wondered about what the bouncer would be like, even fantasizing about some wide-shouldered stallion who’d let them in in exchange for the feel of a young vixen’s hands stroking his shaft until he blew his wad. The shaggy bulk of the highland bull standing at the door wasn’t much of a turn on even before he blocked their way.\n“Not a chance…” he rumbled.\n“Excuse me?” Shae said, trying to sound confident as she challenged the brute.\n“You’re excused. Now run along home, no minors in here…”\n“Oh, I get this all the time, but I’m really…”\n“…trying my patience. And holding up the line, so why don’t you and your two friends back there just go back home…” he said, and before Shae could respond the people behind them gently but firmly jostled them out of the way, the stream continuing to flow with the three of them standing by the side.\n“Shae… we tried, but… we knew this might happen. Let’s just go, huh?” Moira said, feeling almost relieved that they’d been found out.\n“Ughhh, I can’t believe that beef-brained brute just brushed us off like that! He didn’t even get the hair out of his eyes so he could actually see us…” she said, frustrated that even her plan B of seducing the bouncer had failed. The bull wasn’t really her type, but more to the point he seemed so straight-laced he might as well have been a bank guard.\n“Where are we going?” asked Katie, looking to her sister for answers as the older of the two vixens went around the building.\n“There’s got to be another way in. So if that steer doesn’t want us as paying customers, we’ll just sneak in.” the vixen insisted, swishing her tail defiantly as she led her sister and her best friend away from the entrance.\n“Sneak in… Shae, we could get into even worse trouble!” Moira insisted, trying to sway her hot-headed friend.\n“Relax, it’s not like we’re stealing anything. Besides Moira, if we listen to outlaw music but behave like good little girls, then we’re just posers when push comes to… there, see?” she said, pointing to another doorway, open and with no one standing on lookout for underage girls.\n“Shea, we’re never gonna pass there! That’s all roadies and they’re carrying in the equipment and instruments, we’ll stand out like a sore thumb!”\n“We’ll think of something… some way to blend in…” the vixen thought out loud, almost jumping out of her own fur when a voice from behind her drawled out a response.\n“Well you could sit on each other’s shoulders and wear a trench coat. It’s a stale gag, but or roadies ain’t too bright, might just get ya past them…”\nThe three girls turned on their heels, standing face to chest with a familiar looking coyote. Three pairs of eyes went wide as they recognized Steven Hicks, the front man of the band they’d all come all this way to see. When none of them managed to get out so much as a peep, the cocky canine spoke again.\n“So I’m guessing the bouncer bounced the three of you? ‘Cause don’t take me wrong, but you do look a few years shy of eighteen…”\n“Y-yes we… tried to… aren’t you cold?” Shea said, her mind operating on some sort of back-up mode after being stunned by the appearance of the man of her wet dreams. The realization that this was the first thing she’d said to Steven Hicks struck home, and the vixen’s ears folded into her hair as color rushed to her cheeks. It sorta made sense though – the coyote was standing out in the night wearing nothing but torn jeans, a ripped white white-beater shirt that clung to his chest and a black leather jacket. \n“Aww, aren’t you sweet to worry. But I got a little taste of home to keep me warm…” he said, brandishing a bottle of bourbon and taking a swig. “I should be saying the same thing about you three. Cute outfits, but they don’t cover much. You girls local?”\n“Yes!” Katie squeaked, eyes glittering as she looked up into the coyote’s grinning face.\n“Figured you were – got some cute accents… guts too. Most kids would have tucked their tails and crawled back home after being shooed away, but you three won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Gotta respect that, especially since I used to pull this kinda crap a lot when I was your age…” he said, and three pairs of ears perked as tails swished at the praise, coming as it did from a man they were trying to cheat out of three concert tickets.\n“C-can you get us in? We’re really huge fans and when we heard about this concert… we’d do anything to be there!” Shae said, her voice a little shaky as she stood about two feet away from what was to her the handsomest male alive.\n“Well you gotta respect your fans… Tell you what, the show won’t start for about half an hour or so. Why don’t we get out of this cold, and then in the last-minute rush I’ll sneak you all in?” he said, ushering the three star-struck girls towards a nearby trailer.\n“Now, if this was a big concert venue, this place would be called a green room, but roadside joints like this one aren’t as fancy. Just have a seat anywhere…” he said, pointing to the well-worn leather sofa’s arranged around a wide coffee table. The table was covered in ashtrays, glasses and bottles of all kinds, with a few patches still barely dusted by white powder and a few covered in green crumbs. The walls and even ceiling were covered in posters announcing long-past gigs, and those in turn were covered by scrawls, graffiti, paw prints and an occasional label peeled from a beer or liquor bottle. Music was blaring from a big old boom box, and Shae couldn’t hide her thrill. Half an hour alone with just the three of them and the lead singer of RoadRage!?\nMoira and Katie had sat themselves down on one couch, leaving an obvious empty spot for Shae between them, but the vixen took a little risk and planted her slender tush on the sofa next to the girls, fighting the urge to squeal as Steven Hicks sat down right next to her. The coyote settled in and threw an arm out along the back of the couch, making polite conversation by asking them where they were from, what made them come here and try to sneak in, avoiding actually asking about their age. Moira and Katie did a good job of holding up their end of the conversation without coming off as giddy fangirls, whereas the best Shae could do was to keep still and control her breathing. \nThe closest she’d expected to get to the man of her fantasies was getting close to the stage, and here he was sitting close enough that she could feel his body heat. Every breath she took carried the coyote’s scent – the smell of old leather, cigarette smoke and bourbon mixed with the scent of his fur that to the vixen’s mind brought scenes of convertibles and bikes roaring along dusty, sun-scorched highways. Under all that mas an unmistakably male scent, one that she knew was likely to blame for her tongue-tied state. She was in heat, and at an age when hormones were still too wild to really control. She tried to focus on the conversation, maybe even say something but whenever she looked at Steven she’d remember staring at that same face looking down at her from the poster she’d pasted on her ceiling. The piercing eyes, albeit printed, that would stare at her naked body as she writhed on the sheets, slender thighs clenched around a paw rubbing furiously, a finger slipping in just far enough to give her an illusion of a male without damaging something she was saving.\n“How ‘bout you vixen? Haven’t gotten a peep outta you since we came in…” the coyote asked, breaking Shae of what she realized was a complete daze. She’d lost contact with reality, let alone the thread of conversation.\n“I… uh… I…” she stammered, wincing at how brain-dead she sounded as she fumbled for something intelligible to say. Looking at Steven’s face didn’t help her get her thoughts together, or at least any ones that weren’t poster-related. Her eyes were locked on his as she sat there like a deer in headlights, waiting for impact.\nImpact came in the form of the coyote’s muzzle pressing against hers, the feel of his lips against hers and a taste of bourbon as his tongue slid into her mouth. Her eyes were still open wide in shock but she noticed he didn’t bother closing his, the yellow, piercing orbs gazing into her own with a predator’s intensity. When he pulled away Shae realized ‘breathtaking’ wasn’t just an expression. The kiss had been brief but the vixen felt like she’d been holding her breath for a minute, fighting the urge to gasp as her young chest rose and fell while the heart within it raced.\n“Thought for a moment that a cat got your tongue, but it seems to still be there…” he said casually, a cocky grin flashing sharp teeth, a clear sign he didn’t think he just took anything that wasn’t on offer.\nShae spared a glance at the cough next to theirs and catching the stunned shock on Moira’s face and the veritable glow of awe on Katie’s face that the little vixen didn’t bother to try hiding. It was the look on her sister’s face that really drove home what happened – she just kissed Steve Hicks! Well, he kissed her to be honest. Maybe that was even better? Like she wasn’t some pushy fan-girl throwing herself at him? Shae had kissed boys before and it had been nice, a little thrill that got her closer to adulthood, but her mind and indeed body had a more severe reaction to her first kiss with a man, especially this one.\n\"S-so, what's this band called? T-they're pretty good...\" Moira said, referring to the roaring voice competing with distorted guitars and pounding drums. She was also desperate to try and lure the coyote's attention away from the vixen seated next to her.\nShae had bragged to her that she wanted to become a woman tonight, and had even shown her the assortment of condoms that should cover just about any kind of male she might run into. The otter had tried to deter her, and when she failed she'd tried telling herself that Shae was just talking big, that she might flirt and at most give some horny guy a handjob. But seeing the way she was looking at Steven after that kiss, or more to the point the way the canine was looking at her made the young mustelid worry. The coyote seemed laid-back as he sprawled on the couch, but there was a distinctly predatory hunger in his eyes as he cast them over the vixen beside him. Shae was the most cocky and headstrong of them, but now she looked meek and desperate for approval from the male who'd just taken what he'd wanted from her without bothering to ask. No help would be coming from Katie who's hero-worship of her sister seemed to be fanned to wild adoration after seeing her kiss the hunky singer.\n\"Yeah, a friend of mine form San Antonio sent it to me. He's a singer for an all-bull band called Stampede and these are the track's they've got lined up for their next album. Pretty fucking good ones too, but I always like to listen to what my competition is putting out there before a gig. Gets me riled up before I go on stage...\" he said, grinning and planting a hand casually on Shae's bare thigh.\n\"W-where's the rest of the band?\" the otter asked, trying not to stare at the coyote's hand traveling against the grain of the vixen's fur, further away from her knee...\n\"Gerrold's probably spending some quality time with his girl, and Matt's way of getting ready for a gig is by being a pain-in-the-ass and making sure the sound and lighting guys have done their job juuuust right. To each his own, I guess. I just chill out, go out there and do my thing...\" he drawled, pointing his toothy grin at Shae as he let his paw slip under her skirt, the vixen gasping as the coyote gave her a little squeeze. \"Usually I'm just here by my lonesome. Makes for a nice change having three pretty girls around to pass the time...\" he said. Moira had to admit that in spite of her misgivings, getting a compliment that from Steven Hicks himself made the fangirl inside her squee with glee. But she was worried to see Shae's chest rise and fall, all the more prominent because of the skimpy top and the pads she was wearing in her bra. She had a strange, glassy look and she seemed to be leaning against the canine now crowded quite close to her. She wondered if she'd fare any better if their places were reversed and she was the one seated next to the exotic hunk they were all crushing on, a predator dressed in loose leather and denim so tight that...\n\"Aww now would you look at that...\" the coyote said, following his eyes to the spot Moira realized she was staring at. What had been a bulge was now an outline, one so unmistakable she almost put a hand over Katie's eyes. \"Pretty sure this is your fault, sugar. Now I gotta get this straightened out before I go out on stage, so whaddaya say to helping me out, hmm?\" the coyote asked, and Moira watched as the outline of his hand traveled further up under Shae's dress, the otter stunned into silence when the vixen gasped out a \"yes\" and rose along with the coyote towering over her.\n“S-Shae, are you sure you… I mean maybe you should think about…” Moira stammered, her voice a panicked squeak as she tried to break through to her friend, maybe make her realize that she was too young to do this, that she should be happy with that kiss…\n“Awww come on, don’t be a prude. Your girl’s old enough to know what she wants, anitcha?” the coyote said, still wearing that devil-may-care grin.\n“It… it’s fine Moira. Just keep Katie company until… ‘till the show starts…” the vixen said, sounding anxious but way too smitten to listen to anything her friend had to say.\n“That’s right. And don’t you worry girl, I’ll take good care of her…” Steven said as he led Shae into the bathroom with his hand on her ass, the door clicking locked once he closed it.\n*******\nShea's legs almost buckled as the coyote kissed her deeply, the difference in their height even more evident now that they weren't seated. He was cupping her pointed chin and tilting her head up, but even so he had to lean down to kiss her, the six-foot tall coyote looming over the trembling vulpine whimpering into his muzzle. Shae had been hoping for a wild night when she left the house, but this was literally the stuff of her dreams. She half-expected to wake up out of breath, sheets tangled around her and wet where they bunched up between her thighs. He had her back against the tiles as he kissed her deep, not caring a damn that she was obviously underage, that he'd only just met her. It was almost scary how he could take anything he wanted and make her feel a thrill that he was taking it, that he wanted her. \nHe groped her left breast through her top and Shae felt a relief that the padding she'd worn to look older had seemingly fooled this dominant predator who'd taken who knows how many egger young groupies as they thrust their firm young chests out at him. But a grope wasn't what he wanted, that became clear as his hand slipped along the white fur of her belly, causing her abs to tremble at his touch until his fingers reached her panty-covered mound. It was only when he peeled the silky fabric aside that Shae realized she'd drenched it in the same sweet-scented nectar even now soaking into the coyote's paw. His paws were hard, the guitar-string callouses rough against the soft, swollen lips of her sex as he teased her with a few rubs of her slit. Their kiss muffled her moan when his finger slipped in, almost two knuckles deep before she winced and Steven broke their kiss.\n\"Awww, what's this? You saving yourself for marriage, sugar?\" the coyote asked in a growling tone, his muzzle next to her ear and his finger still inside her.\n\"N-no...\" the vixen gasped in reply, aware of what that answer would get her...\n*******\nGood answer babygirl, guess that perky red butt is safe... for now at least.\nNot that Steven minded breaking in a piece of jailbait ass, nor did he doubt this little slut would raise that big pretty tail if he asked her for it. But even though this vixen's tits were fake hear heat was very real, sweeter than scotch or smoke and twice as intoxicating. The girl was already reeking of it, something she must have been aware of. The perfume she wore was cute, borrowed from her momma or a big sister to pull off the big girl act, but nothing could hide the sweet musk of a barely ripe cherry. Good thing he'd spotted her when he did. He knew the crowd his music pulled in, and if she'd gotten past that bouncer she'd have lost her virginity to the first random guy to rub up against her wet little slit. Getting broken in by him was good for bragging rights if nothing else.\nWith some hesitation he pulled his finger from the vulpine honeypot, leaving her soaked panties pushed to the side and her plump cunny exposed as he pulled his zipper down and fished his shaft out. The girl had both hands on his chest so he grabbed one by the wrist and pulled it down until he felt fingers brush against his cock. The girl glanced down once before looking back into his eyes, lips parted as she gripped him and began to stroke. Her hand was trembling around him but it wasn't fear. Fear would have had her pulling away instead of squeezing down enough to make his shaft twitch and squirt against her wrist.\n\"That's it girl, get a nice good feel for it... not your first time stroking a cock, is it?\" he said, holding her gaze and smiling the smile he knew for a fact could make girls like this one do things they know they shouldn't.\n\"N-no, but... it's big...\" she said. Probably remembering some boy she'd felt up, some kid just as nervous and clueless as she was, but she had a man in her hand now and she knew it.\n\"And you're such a sweet little thing, is that it? Worried I might hurt ya?\" he said, the vixen blushing hard enough to make her white fur blend with the red. \"Don't you worry darlin'. You'll probably scream, but I promise it won't be in pain...\" he said, grazing her clit as he pulled his fingers from the tight little slit that had so eagerly drooled all over them.\nHe brought the dripping digits up to the girls face, his grin growing a little wider as her eyes went wide just before he pushed the fingers in past her parted lips. Her ears flicked back nervously, embarrassed that she was being made to taste her own honey just like that, but she still suckled on his digits, timidly licking up her own mess. Yeah, she's nervous, she's clueless, but so where dozens of little star-struck teens that he'd gotten to do things even groupies wouldn't. Wild girls can be fun, but nothing beats breaking in a little sweetheart like this one...\n\"Taste nice, does it?\" he said, pulling his fingers out. The vixen was to embarrassed to reply, but she did nod.\n\"Well lemme get a taste then...\" he said, dropping down to one knee and pushing his head between the startled girls thighs, bunching her skirt up and exposing her bare sex.\nHe knew what she was going to taste like, of course. Fresh virgin pussy, in heat and showing it. Nothing sweeter than that, especially straight from the source. Steven demonstrated a predator's appetite as he pushed his long muzzle in hard enough for the sides of his incisors to press into the plump young labia, his black nose flat against the girl’s clit so that his every exhale had her shuddering. His long canine tongue was slipping over and over between the swollen folds, the sound of skin sliding across skin audible even above the vixen's gasps and moans. He moved his hands to cup the vixen's perky little ass, pushing her crotch against him as her legs began to tremble. She was close, but the coyote had no intention of giving her what she needed. Not with his tongue, anyway. A little more licking and teasing, and by the time he was done little Shae would be begging for that big scary sock she'd been squeezing so timidly...\n*******\nShae bit her finger but not in time to stifle a yip that rang loud in the little tiled room, aware that her friend and her little sister were on the other side of that door. She dared to look down and shuddered as she met Steven's eyes, yellow and intense as the coyote stared up at her even as he dug his tongue in as deep as her hymen would allow. His paws were on her cheeks and she felt like he was holding her up in the palms of his hands, especially since she lacked either the strength or the will to get away. The vixen felt like she should be doing something. A girl like the one she'd pretended to be when she came here would have pushed his head against her crotch, or flashed him her tits. Shae felt like all she could do was to keep her thumping heart in her chest while the tongue lashed against her sex. \nShe was surprised how quickly she'd reached the very edge of her climax, but whenever she felt close release slipped away from her. A more experienced female might have realized she was being expertly teased, but Shae was in no state to think. The paw that had been wrapped around the coyote's cock still felt warm and with a thrill Shae imagined the seductive singer licking her juices off his chops and suggesting she return the favor. She had no doubt what her response would be, and for a moment the finger in her mouth became the hot, tapered tip of that rock hard shaft pushing into her muzzle. When Steven did rise and lick her honey off his muzzle she was sure her guess had been right, but the coyote made no move to push her to her knees. Instead he pressed himself close, kissing her neck and pushing his shaft against her abs.\n\"How 'bout it sugar? Ready to become a woman?\" he asked, rubbing his hips up and down and making the bulge of his knot grind against her tongue-bathed cunny. The heat of his shaft almost made the vixen cum right then and there, but one sensible thought managed to rise to the surface of her frazzled mind.\n\"I... I'm in heat...\" she panted out as if she'd just run a mile.\n\"You think I don't know that after where my nose's just been? That's just going to make this feel even better...\" he said, grabbing her hand and placing it against his cock. Fingers wrapped around it on instinct, hot, smooth and slick, the male of her dreams...“Not a lot of girls go out on the town when they’re in heat. Ones that do usually do it for a reason…”\n\"In my purse... condoms... c-could you... please?\" she said, terrified he might reject her.\n\"Awww babygirl, you sure? You know it won't feel as good as just taking this as nature intended?\" he said, and almost on cue the shaft in her grip flexed and sprayed against her wrist. She wouldn't feel that with a condom, and the idea almost made Shae relent, but what little sense she had prevailed.\n\"P-please?\" she pleaded.\n\"Awwright then, go ahead and wrap me up... Break my heart before you drain my nuts…\" he said.\nShea's paws were trembling as she rifled through the little purse stuffed with rubbers, picking the kind meant for canines named \"AlphaXL\". She had to grip the wrapper with her teeth just to tear it open, and she didn't miss the waiting coyote smiling at that. The rubber was red and matched the shade of his shaft as the panting girl rolled it down, the material molding to his flesh, the ring straining around the knot before squeezing tight behind it. The balloon tip was already filling up with canine pre, and the vixen couldn't imagine what sort of flood the thing would wind up holding back. She didn't even remember rising, laying her back against the wall as the grinning canine stole another kiss, running his paws down her sides and letting them settle on her red-furred cheeks.\n“Wrap your arms around my neck darlin', we're kinda short on time so this is going to be a wild ride...\" he said, the rich growly tone in his voice making her arms move without involving her brain. The hands cupping her cheeks gripped them, the muscles on the coyote's arms bunching up as he hoisted her UP. Shae's feet went flying out behind him as her rear was lifted up, the coyote's muzzle level with her white-furred neck as he held her until the rubbery tip brushed against her slit. Steven lowered her until he was wedged, the first inch or two of his cock held securely by the quivering vulpine sex. He held her eyes and leered at her for a few seconds before dropping her down, the girl's wet sex sliding smoothly down the lubricated condom straining around the coyote. The tapered tip speared through her hymen so effortlessly that she didn't feel the sting until her splayed labia were resting against the knot of the growling canine. But the sensation of something thick and hard spreading her open in the blink of an eye was intense enough to make her cry out, a sharp yip that she was sure would be heard even through the music blaring in the other room. If Moira and Katie had any doubts what she was doing with Steven, that cry would have made it clear enough.\n\"Fuck, you're a tight little thing... you make cute noises too. C'mon girl, don't be shy, lemme hear you...\" Steven said, bucking up into her and drawing another sound from her, this one needier as she felt the still slender knot splay her folds, but not enough to push in.\nIt would be going in, she had little doubt of that. She doubted she could stop this male if she wanted, but her last shred of control was making him wear a condom. His hands had her ass in a grip of steel, hips starting to move in steady thrusts as he bounced her against his crotch. The feel of him inside her was more intense than anything she could imagine, and she’d spent many a restless night imagining just this. She felt her body straining around the thick, hot living length twitching in response to the gentle flutters of her freshly deflowered sex, the sting of her torn hymen fading fast to be replaced by the silken friction of her dripping pussy clinging to a male. \nThe knot would hurt, she was sure of that, but she still wanted to feel it, wondering how many thrusts it would take for her sex to stretch enough to allow the hard bulge in. A heavy sack was now slapping against her cheeks as the coyote pumped into her and she knew it was only a thin piece of latex preventing this rutting male from making her not only a woman but a mother here tonight. Shea flicked her ears back and wrapped her legs around Steven, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out as she was fucked by the man of her dreams.\n\"Mhhh, I knew it the moment I saw you... knew I'd have you whimpering around my cock. This is what you came here for, wasn't it? Dolled up, in heat, flashing that little ass around?\"\n“Mhhhhyye…ye…yuhhh…” Shae said, struggling to get even that one syllable out as the male of her dreams rutted her, taking her like a bitch in heat and asking her to tell him how she wanted him. Even though she couldn’t even get enough breath to say it, the leer on the coyote’s face made it clear that he got the gist…\n*******\nIf he was being honest, Steven Hicks didn't really mind the rubber wrapped around his cock, or the rubber in the girl's bra. This little piece of jailbait was still sweet, tight, and oh so malleable to someone who'd done it before. Her heat and the fact that she was a vixen was just a little bonus, and even though her insisting he wear a condom was cute, the rock star was still confident she'd be going back home with his pup in her by the time he was done. Until then he'd enjoy the tight embrace of the squealing teen as he worked to get his knot up in her. She was a snug fit around his shaft, but she would be heaven itself wrapped around the bulge at the base of his cock, and the sounds she made when he tied with her would be music to his ears.\nBut ever the performer, Steven didn't forget he had an audience. Every once in a while he'd give a really sharp buck to make the girl cry out or yip or whimper, to let the two girls waiting on the other side of the door know what was happening. The little vixen would be easy, she'd do anything she saw her older sister doing, but in spite of acting the priss, the otter girl was also in heat, and she wouldn't be going home a virgin either. He'd only have time for little Shea before going on stage, but the night was young. And so is this little slut...\nAs he bucked into her he watched the padded bra jiggle, a cute touch even though he didn't mind a pair of budding titties, especially when it meant pushing into a virgin vixen this fucking tight. Any groupie would have been moaning with a knot in by now, but this tight little cunny was putting up a fight splaying but not quite enough to let him slip in. Riled up, he pushed the girl against the wall and began to really ram into her, the little waif burying her face in his neck and she moaned, whined and whimpered until with a cry her plump pink lips yielded to the battering and closed shut behind his bulge.\n\"Mngghhh you're mine now you little slut...\" he growled, but he doubted the girl could even hear him.\nHe ground his hips against her, his cock held firmly by the clenching cunny as his knot grew big enough to make the vixen whimper. But with the pain came a pressure on a spot in that slick young pussy that the teenage vixen couldn't resist, and the moans rising in pitch and volume only confirmed it.\n\"C'mon Shae, cum for me like a good girl...\" he growled, nipping the girl's ear and grinning as she cried out.\nHer pussy had been a sweet vise before, but now it was going wild around him, begging for something he was only too eager to give. Biting the scruff on the side of her neck, the coyote gripped her perky young cheeks hard enough to bruise them as his sack pulsed and he began to fill that ridiculous balloon she'd wrapped him in. And while it did keep her womb safe, it did little to mask the sensation of a deluge of spunk being pumped into her already overflowing cunny. The sound of his blood pumping and the climaxing vixen whimpering and yipping was sweet music, spoiled by the percussion of an insistent knocking on the bathroom door.\n“Shae, are you all right?” came the voice of the fussy little otter who seemed concerned that her friend had suddenly stopped making those loud noises.\n“She’s just fine sugar, just a little out of breath…” he shouted back, admiring the glassy look in the eyes of the vixen who was a million miles away.\n“I… I really need to hear that from her. Unlock the door… please?”\n“Well whaddaya think darlin’? She did use the magic word, why don’t we put her mind at ease…” he said, the light seeming to go on in the pretty little vulpine head, but not in time to stop him from opening the door wide…\n*******\nMoira didn’t have a lot of doubts about what had happened behind that door after hearing the sounds those two made. Even little Katie seemed to have realized what her big sister’s cries meant, and when she heard the growling grunts of the coyote in there with her, Moira could only hope that her friend had the good sense to make him wear a condom. She was hoping to see Shae walk out flustered but unharmed, but she still wasn’t ruling out the possibility that Steven had forced himself on her. What she wasn’t ready for was to see the grinning canine stroll out with the panting vixen clinging to him, her short skirt bunched up with nothing but her tail to hide…\nWait, is she… is he still…\n“See, Shae’s just fine, ain’t you sweetheart?” the coyote said, holding the vixen against his chest. The best Shae could manage was a weak murmur of assent.\n“Shae, all you all right?” the otter asked, while the vixen’s little sister just stared in mute awe.\n“Course she is. She just doesn’t want to let me go, do you girl…” the coyote said with a grin.\n“Y-you’re the one holding her. P-put her down… please.” Moira said, surprising herself by the relatively stern tone she’d taken with the rutting rockstar.\n“Oh, there’s the magic word again. Whatever you say ma’am…” he said, moving his hands to clutch the vixen’s hips. With her arms seemingly too weak to stay wrapped around the coyote’s neck, Shae flipped back with a yip, her painted hair dipping down and her back arched like a dancers as the two girl got a look at a little bulge in her normally trim tummy, the panties pushed to one side and a rosy-pink mound straining around a bulge hidden behind it.\n“Oh my…” Moira gasped, covering her muzzle with both hands.\n“Yeah, so I’d love to let your little friend go, but she’s the one who’s got a grip on me. Can’t get enough of what I’ve got to give her, can you girl?”\n“S-Shae… are you… did you use a…”\n“I’m fa-aAaahhhh!... fine. I’m… I’m…” the girl stammered, and Moira found herself blushing as she picked up on the way her bulging belly was quivering. The knot was tugging out of her and it seemed enough to bring the panting vixen to another orgasm.\n“Shit, look at the time. All right sugar, I either pull out now or I go out on the stage with you dangling from my crotch…” he said, walking over to the couch and laying Shae down so that her lower back was against the armrest.\n\tAs he dug his blunt claws into the tender flesh of her friend’s sex the otter went-wide eyed as the vixen whimpered while her labia splayed open, stretching taught around an angry red bulge. The red mass glistened and when it slipped out the otter was half expecting to see a gush of seed squirt from around the shaft still embedded in her friend, but to her relief she realized that was just red latex that Shae’s folds were clinging to. As inches slipped out the well-rutted vulpines sex splayed again, but this time the bulge was white. With a final wet sound Shae’s sex surrendered its grip of the overflowing tip of the heavy-duty canine condom, the coyote seeming to pose with the glistening length of his cock pointing down, weighed by the white balloon full to near-bursting with puppy-batter. They stared on in a daze as the coyote deftly tugged it off, tied it and dumped it in the trash before he turned his attention to the vixen still laid out on the couch.\n“Now lemme just get these…” he said, grabbing Shae’s panties and pulling them along her skinny legs before the breathless vixen could reach out for them.\n“H-hey!”\n“Don’t worry girl, I’mma keep them safe for you. But these are soaking wet, and so’s that sweet little pussy of yours. I’ll give them back to you after the concert, we always have some fun after a gig. Deal?” he said. And before Moira could say anything, Shae was back on her feet, giving the canine who’d just taken her virginity a strange look before replying.\n“Deal.”\n*******\nShae had walked out of the trailer with mixed feelings. On one hand her first taste of sex had been mind-blowing, and even the way Steven had talked to her behind closed doors was thrilling, but when he walked out and exposed her to Moira and her little sister she felt kinda cheap. But the coyote had come through, ushering them in through a side-door that gave them a nice easy path to the area in front of the stage. And when the lights went off and the amps buzzed to life, she forgot all about it. The music was wild, blaring so loud she felt like she could hear it with her whole body. Steven Hicks was once again the growling, howling rock-star that she’d fantasized about, and half-way into the first song her misgivings were gone. She jumped and writhed along, and she could see both Moira and Katie getting into it, howling along with the lyrics even though the amps were too loud for anything other than the band to be heard.\nThe flashing light and blaring music made everything so surreal, so wild that Shae felt like she was being swept along with it, running rapids and howling with delight. Bodies would occasionally bump or grind against hers, but the place was packed and she didn’t really think anything of it. The vixen kept swinging her hips, tossing her hair and swishing her tail, trying to ignore the occasional paw groping her tit through the silicone pad in her bra. Some other girls were getting the same treatment, and didn’t seem to mind, a few of them even returning the favor by getting a pawful of bulging jeans. Moira was dancing along with Katie, enjoying herself but obviously playing the protective role her bigger sister should have taken.\nShae’s eyes had been on Steven as she writhed, and she was sure he’d caught her looking a few times, his grin half-covered by the mic he was growling into. It proved a little too distracting, because the next guy to grind himself against her ran a hand down her bare belly and under her skirt. Without panties to protect her she felt hoof-nailed fingers dip just a bit past her loose labia, and she knew they’d be coming away wet. She felt a muzzle against her ear as the guy behind her tried to say something over the noise. The only word she caught was ’slut’, whirring in time to see a buck waving a wet-fingered hand at her. The rest of the crowd hadn’t missed that, and the vixen found herself being groped several times, with some paws brushing against her pussy while a few fingers were poked between her cheeks to check if she’d taken it under her tail yet. It was humiliating, but it was also arousing, and Shae just went with it. None of these people knew her, or would recognize her, so she might as well be a wild young slut strutting her stuff at a RoadRage concert.\nWhen the band left the stage and the lights went back on the three girls clustered together with grins on their muzzles, drunk on the adrenaline of their first live rock concert. Moira had looked ready to go home when Steven first came out of the bathroom knotted to her, but the otter seemed to have overcome her prudishness and was almost bouncing with glee. Katie was babbling excitedly and loudly since their ears were still ringing, and Shae wondered if her sister had seen the way she’d been groped and passed around the writhing, jumping mob in front of the stage. She was sure Steven had seen her, flashing the same grin on stage that she’d seen so very up-close in the trailer. When they stepped outside they saw the band surrounded by a throng of fans asking for either autographs and/or selfies, but the coyote managed to pick her out and waved her over.\n“Hey Shae! Get over here girls, we’ve been waiting for you…” he said, and the vixen enjoyed the envious stares of the crowd parting so that the three of them could join the band – Matthew Tanner, the wolverine playing base, Gerrold Broussard – a one eyed alligator looking even bigger without his drum-set to hide his scaled bulk, and the grinning coyote beckoning them over. “Damn, you girls look amped! Enjoy the show?” he asked as them while the trio gushed like the fangirls they were.\n“That’s what I like to hear! Hey Gerrold, you find us a place to party?” he asked the gator.\n“Yeah, I’ll text you the location…” the scaled hulk rumbled, tossing the coyote the keys. “Me and Betty are gonna let out some steam, but we won’t be long, so you better save some for us…”\n“Will do. You give momma-bear a big hug and kiss from me, okay?” Steven said with a leer.\n“You keep that shit up, I’mma let her have you…” the reptile said, his tail sweeping the gravely ground as he turned and left them.\n“Anyway girls, you probably know who this guy is. Matt, these are Shae, Katie and Moira…” the coyote said, and Shae couldn’t help but notice the wolverine’s eyes lingering a little longer on the suddenly bashful otter than the two vixens. “Now these two are real nice girls, but Shae here’s all vixen and out for action, ain’t you sugar?” he said, surprising the vixen in question by groping her ass out in the open.\n“Y-yeah…” Shae squeaked, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Steven didn’t bother taking his hand away as he led them to his car, seating the vixen next to him the engine roared to life and whisked them away.\n*******\nSteven Hicks had been betting the show would loosen the girls up, and he was glad that he wasn’t wrong. Even the fussy little otter was more or less relaxed, although Matthew was coming on strong, arm wrapped around the otter who might have reacted better to his advances and flirting if she hadn’t seen her friend fucked silly and knotted to the cock even now stirring from its sheath. The girls were all clutching glasses with bourbon and coke, the sugar serving to mask the hard liquor that already had the teenage lightweights a little buzzed. He and Matthew were drinking theirs straight as they smoked, the whiskey and the weed doing their magic as they sated all cravings save one.\n“Ooh, I love this song! Do… do you wanna dance?” Shae asked as the next track came thrumming from the speakers.\n“C’mon girl, we just finished a hard day’s work! Tell you what, why don’t you girls get up here and do a little dance for us?” he said, giving her ear a little nip right on the black-tufted peak.\n“Yeah, we got on stage for you, only fair that you give us a show. You were going pretty wild out there in the crowd, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed doing just for the two of us…” Matt said. \nWith a toss of her streaked hair, Shae rose from the big leather sofa, the scent of her hitting Steven as her tail swished low. Before she even climbed to the big, low table in the center of her room little Katie was getting up and clambering along with her big sis, and once the two vixens took the ‘stage’ Moira followed. He didn’t fail to notice Matthew’s nostrils flaring as he sniffed after her, the wolverine’s jeans already showing a bulge. He was fairly sure Moira was in heat too but she wasn’t a canine and he hadn’t gotten close enough to make sure. And probably wouldn’t until Matt pumped the cute little priss full, but mustelids weren’t very common so he was willing to be the bigger man and let the bassist have first dibs under that thick rudder-tail. To their credit, the girls were really getting into it, swinging those thin girlish hips and thrusting out their perky behinds. The two males hooted and cheered them on until Steven decided to try and push them a little further.\n“Hey, why don’t you girls give us a real show? C’mon darlins, let’s see some fur!” the coyote cried out, and grinned as Shae got the ball rolling by tossing her top at him.\nHe and Matt were old hands at this, shouting the girls’ praise as if they were starlets strutting their stuff and not three teens in way over their heads. Shae was the first to get nude, since the vixen’s panties were still in his pocket, and while she didn’t mind her wet young slit being on display, she had been hesitant to slip off her bra and show just how underage she was, as if Steven didn’t know. Katie seemed reluctant, and more than a little afraid, but sweet little thing she was she followed her sister’s lead, nervously tossing her clothes off stage and revealing her pubescent body. Steven caught her panties and openly sniffed them, his ears perking at what his nose told him. Little Katie was just entering her heat, and by the looks of her it might very well be her first one.\nMoira had ditched her top but seemed too nervous about going any further, Matt probably didn’t help things by pulling her off the ‘stage’ and into his lap, groping her even when she tried her best to squirm away. A bit unsubtle but wolverines were savage little fuckers and his bandmate was definitely no exception. When the little otter did break free she jumped right back on the table, and it was only when he looked at Matthew that the coyote realized why. The horny bassist had managed to fish his cock out, and after feeling it rub against her the otter had jumped on the table like a housewife who just saw a mouse. Figuring he might as well join the party, Steven released his own red rod and began stroking it as he leered at the three dancing girls.\n*******\n“Shae, what are you… let go!” Moira whined, squirming as the vixen tried to slip her skirt off.\n“C’mon, don’t be a prude! They just want us to give them a little eye-candy while they stroke off. It’s just fun…” Shae insisted, gyrating her hips while she tried to pass off her struggle with the otter as a part of the dance. She was worried the guys would laugh at them or just kick them out when they realized just how young they were, but both Matthew and Steven still had hungry looks in their eyes as they jacked their cocks and those starved stares really did it for the teenage vixen. During the gig there had been young women in the audience and the guys had been flashed some serious tits while on stage. They could have taken their pick from any of those girls, but instead it was the three of them! Why couldn’t Moira see how lucky they were to be here? Worse yet, her scaredy-cat act was making Katie nervous…\n“Look, just play along, don’t embarrass me and we’ll leave the first chance we get, okay?” she said, and it was that promise that finally broke the otter’s resolve, leaving the three girls dancing naked as smoke coiled around them and the two musicians polished their erections.\n“See that? Told you little Shae here was a wild one. She sucks cock like a pro too, and she’s got the tightest, hottest little pussy…” Steven said as he got up and snatched the stunned Shae right off the table. The vixen had blushed at his description, but as the coyote sat back and pulled her along with him she became aware that the red rod she was sure would just wind up squirting into empty air was sticking out between her thighs. As the canine began to knead her budding tits and play with her nipples both Katie and Moira stared in shock while the wolverine leered at the vixen now squirming in his band mate’s grip.\n“Easy now girl, you didn’t put up this much of a fight your first time…” the coyote said with a lusty growl in his voice.\n“Let's… not in front of them…” was the best Shae could whisper back.\n“Well they gotta learn. Look at how scared you’re making your little sister. Wouldn’t you rather show her how much fun she could have if she played along like a good girl?”\nThe words made the vixen freeze in the horny canine’s lap, her mind focusing on the menace hidden in them before she decided she was being paranoid. Quit thinking like a kid Shae, they just want to have some fun. And Katie begged you to take her along, so what’s the big deal if she gets kissed or asked to jerk a guy off? And Moira is as old as you are, she should quit acting the priss and get into it. She was half-way to rationalizing the whole thing when Steven grabbed her chin, pulling her into a kiss and stealing her breath, just before filling her lungs. The vixen sputtered a few times before finally breaking the kiss, coughing up the smoke Steven had just blown down her throat. She got her breath back and saw the coyote take another drag on the joint, the lit tip flaring as he brought his muzzle to hers again. Shae was ready for it this time, flicking her ears back and closing her eyes as the fragrant smoke filled her lungs. She’d held it before exhaling, feeling pleasantly lightheaded as she relaxed against the coyote’s chest.\n“There’s a good girl…” Steven murmured, nibbling on her ear as he lifted her hips.\n*******\nMoira’s eyes went wide with shock as Shea just sat there, blushing and breathing hard as the leering canine lifted her until her naked and glistening sex was poised over his tip. The reality sank in at the same time the coyote’s cock sank into her dazed friend, her young sex splaying and taking the inches of hard, throbbing bare…\n“S-Shae, wait! You have to… at least… “ she stammered, lunging for her friend's purse and the latex arsenal stashed in it. She was rifling through the shiny packages when an arm wrapped around her, pulling her against a hard body and holding her firmly.\n“Don’t interrupt girl, you don’t wanna get between a dog and his bone…” the wolverine said, holding Moira firmly even though the feel of something hard and hot against her rump had the mustelid girl trying to squirm away in panic. “Speaking of which…” Matt said, reaching out and grabbing the mic Steven had brought along.\n“Please… I…” Moira said, her voice shaking with fear.\n“Now are you gonna be a good girl like your friend there?” the wolverine asked, his muzzle near her ear as Moira cast her gaze at her friend. Katie looked scared but there was no denying Shae was getting into it as the singer bounced her on his lap, his bare cock slipping smoothly past the rosy pink folds of the young vixen. “I can smell you sugar-tits, and I know just what you need. So are you gonna be a good girl and let me give it to you?”\n“I… I wanna go home…” the otter mewled, no longer caring about her punk-rock image.\n“Awww, just a kid aren’t you? Well if you’d rather play with toys, we can work something out…” Matthew said, holding her firm as he opened a condom with his teeth.\nMoira’s breath caught in her throat, but fear gave way to confusion when the wolverine placed the rubber on the end of the mic and began to roll it down, tying a knot once he rolled it past the big round receiver at the other end. It only dawned on her what the male holding her intended when he put the slender tip between her thighs, making her gasp when cold, rubber-sheathed plastic met her heat-swollen slit. The otter squirmed but the male holding her was bigger and stronger than her, and she accomplished little other than to kick her legs and thrash her thick tail as the mic was pushed into her. Any thought that Matthew just wanted to scare her were driven out of her mind when the improvised toy was driven deep, the lubed condom helping it punch through her hymen as her body tried in vain to clench up and drive the cold, hard object out of her. She saw Shae turn to look at her after hearing her shriek, but the older of the two vixen’s looked out of it, her eyes lidded and her muzzle parted as she bounced on the leering canine’s lap.\n“T-take it ouhhh…” the otter whimpered.\n“What’s that?” Matt asked, playing dumb as he held the mic embedded in the teen squirming in his lap.\n“T-take it out!”\n“Awwww, I didn’t hear the magic word! All right sugar, you don’t want your new toy? Well push it out then…” the wolverine said, wrapping his arms around her and leaving almost the whole mic sticking out between the otter’s short legs.\nMoira blinked away tears as she tried to wriggle to get the thing out before realizing it wouldn’t work. Spreading her thighs open as far as she could she fought back the pain and the humiliation as she clenched her abdominal muscles, making slow and painful progress. The two males were laughing, cheering her on, Katie watching in stunned horror. Moira couldn’t bear to look at either her or her sister moaning as Steven Hicks tried to work his knot into her, this time with nothing preventing him from seeding the fertile young vixen.\nThe otter didn’t know whether to pity or envy her friend. She’d lost her virginity to a rock star they’d all lusted over, while Moira just had hers taken by a condom-wrapped microphone, the same cold hard length she was trying to push out of what had until moments ago been her virgin sex. On one hand she desperately wanted it out, wanted to cover herself, get dressed and run home, but she was worried that once she pushed the mic out something else might be shoved in to take its place. And what was worse, she had a good idea who it would be. The wolverine was holding her tight as he urged her to push and wriggle, and as scary as the coyote’s knot was she was unlikely to get pregnant from a canine. The muscular mustelid behind her was a different matter.\n“Ooh, there she blows!” the wolverine growled, as the microtone plopped out of the otter’s slit.\n“Nah, that easy. The mark of a good bitch is how well she grips, isn’t that right darlin’?” Steven asked, and as the vixen in his lap whimpered Moira saw that her slit was distended, the knot having gone up in there at some point and swollen too big to slip out.\n“That so? You hear that girl? You gonna let him get away with saying a nice piece of rudder-tail like you is second rate to a vixen?” Matthew said, gripping her around the waist and hauling the kicking and writhing otter up on the stage next to a very scared looking Katie. Before Moira could so much as plead he yanked her hands back, thin rope biting into her wrists as he tied them.\n“There we go. No cheating by using your hands. Now open wide girl, and clench up when it’s nice and deep…” he said, pushing the microphone to her pussy. “If you drop it, we’ll try pushing it in the other way ‘round. If that fails, we’ll see if your ass is any better at keeping a grip.”\n“C’mon Katie, come over here and give Moira some room to move. That’s it sugar, come here and see what a good slut your big sister is. You’re never too young to learn…”\nMoira climbed up as best she could with her hands tied behind her, feeling almost one inch of the condom-wrapped mic slip from her. She was terrified of what would happen if she dropped it so she did her best to ‘dance’ while keeping her short legs pressed tight to keep the improvised toy in her. Steven had coaxed little Katie to play with his sack, the heavy pouch lumping in the little vixen’s hand as her sister moaned, apparently too high to realize she was being bred in front of everyone. The coyote took a swig of bourbon and pressed his muzzle against the writhing teen’s, a few brown droplets running down Shae’s chin as the vixen gulped down the rest. The eyes of the two males were mostly on her performance, but the way Steven kept glancing at the scared little kit kneeling in front of him made the otter dancing on the table shudder. Shae looked almost giddy now, and Moira wasn’t sure she could drag her away from these two, but she hoped she might at least spare her and Katie.\nSteven got his paws under Shae’s tush and tugged her up as he yanked the knot out, causing the older of the two vixens to cry out and the smaller one to gasp as warm canine cum surged and squirted in spite of the tight grip Shae’s labia had on the veiny red rod. The coyote lifted the vixen off him until his tip slipped out, flopping forward and sending a few white streaks arcing over Katie’s stunned face. There was a sloppy smile on Shae’s face even as the coyote flopped her down on the couch beside him, yanking on her tail to keep her rear up while her face remained smooshed against the leather cushion.\n“Atta girl, just keep that ass up, let the puppy-batter do its work and you’ll have a real set of tits before you know it. Now as for you…” he drawled, addressing the stunned vixen kneeling right where he wanted her. “Time for you to learn how to please a rock star. So use that tongue and that sweet little muzzle to clean up the mess your big sis made…”\n“I… I wanna go home…” Katie said, but it wasn’t the wail of a scared child, which Moira knew she was. It was as if the kit was saying it to herself as well as the two musicians, but more than anything her big sister. The older vixen she’d always looked up to and tried to emulate looked in no shape to take her anywhere, and the kit still couldn’t process what she’d just seen. She licked her cum-streaked muzzle, and the taste didn’t seem all that bad. To Moira’s horror, little Katie pushed her muzzle against the still obscene knot, taking gentle licks along the red length smeared with both her sister’s and the coyote’s cum.\n“Mnghhhh, there you go. Damn girl, you’re almost as good as your sister…” the coyote said, putting a hand on the little vixen’s head and guiding her up to his tip. Moira watched in horror as the little vixen obediently parted her lips, taking the canine cock into her slender young muzzle.\n“Not bad, but let’s see if we can help her get into it a little more…” The wolverine said, rising and making Moira's heart skip a beat. He gave her a hungry look, but seemed happy just to have made her flinch, at least for now.\nMatthew took hold of Katie’s hips, easily hoisting them up until the girl was standing bent-over instead of kneeling, her cry of surprise muffled by the coyote-cock she was cleaning. The otter didn’t miss the ease with which the fierce mustelid had handled the waifish girl, a disturbing thought since Moira wasn’t really much bigger than Katie, in spite of being her sister’s age. But even the older vixen proved no problem to the wolverine who picked her up and planted her behind the kit. He picked up Shae’s chin and pointed her muzzle at the younger vulpine’s bare slit.\n“Come sugar, put that pretty muzzle to work…” Matt urged, and to Moira’s horror Shae just giggled drunkenly before slurring out a reply.\n“I caaannn’t… shessh my sister…” the vixen crooned, but when a strong hand grabbed her hair and pushed her in her hands went to Katie’s cheeks and her muzzle opened up to let her tongue slide against her sibling’s virgin sex.\n“There we go… fuck, you two girls are hot…” Steven said, leaning back and pushing a few more inches into the muzzle of the little vixen who was struggling to both take his cock and handle the sensation of a tongue sloppily working her virgin pussy over.\n“Now what about you darlin’? You wanna taste of this?” the wolverine said, addressing Moira as he stroked his erection.\n“No!” the otter said, hoping that the leering male would be satisfied with just humiliating her.\n“Don’t wanna waste a drop, huh girl? Not while you’ve got that sweet little pussy drooling, begging to be bred. Well don’t worry sugar, I’ve got plenty of what you need…” he said, scooping the kicking and protesting otter off the table.\n*******\nWith her hands braced against the big male’s thighs, Katie focused on breathing, swallowing the watery stuff the coyote kept squirting in her mouth and keeping her sharp little teeth out of the way. She did her best to focus because if she stopped licking and suckling Steven would push her face down into his crotch, and his shaft would go so far down her mouth that it scared her. She wanted to be cool, to be a good girl because she could hear what was happening to Moira back there, even though she couldn’t see it. The otter didn’t have a cock in her mouth because she was crying out, begging Matthew to stop… to stop whatever he was doing to make those wet squelching noises.\nThen there were the sounds her sister was making. Katie’s adoration of her older sibling had never crossed the line to the point of being sexual attraction, and she still wasn’t sure what to think of having another girl licking her back there. But the tongue working her young cunny over felt amazing, both when it swept up from her clitty along her plump pink lips, and especially when it dipped in and wriggled around. So she just focused on being a good girl, remembering to lick, to suckle and arching her back to push her rear out against her sister’s muzzle. It was starting to feel really good but then the licks slowed until all Katie could feel was her sister’s weight resting on her tush.\n“Awww, will you look at that – your sister’s worn out…” Steven said, pulling the kit’s head off his cock and turning it so she could see the older vixen resting her head on arms folded on the top of her sibling’s rump. “Can’t leave her like that, can we sugar?” the coyote said, getting up and picking the comatose vixen up. Steven dropped her on the huge couch as if she was just a ragdoll, but other than murmuring and writhing briefly on the leather, the vixen didn’t wake up.\n“I was hoping she was gonna get you off, but it looks like I’ll have to do the honors…” he said, hoisting her up and almost scaring her with his strength. The kit had drank alcohol for the first time in her life, and she only realized she’d had too much when the feeling of being picked up made the whole room spin. She caught sight of Moira on the opposite couch, held by the wolverine with her legs open wide as the growling male pumped the condom-covered mike between the whimpering girl’s legs. The room spun again, this time because she was being spun around, dropped so that her back was on the couch and her butt and legs draped across the armrest.\nSteven Hicks was leering down at her, and for a moment the girl wondered if he was going to push that toothy muzzle between her legs and finish off what her sister had started, but when a red shaft dropped across her slit she realized what the male had in mind. The kit was frozen in fear, trying to think of something to say, something that would stop her from sharing the fate of the vixen curled up next to her and leaking the coyote’s load.\n“C’mon sugar, time to become a big girl, just like your sis…” the coyote said, grabbing an ankle in each paw and spreading her wide open before letting his shaft slide down.\nThe hot tip made the kit whimper as it flicked across her clit, catching in the chubby folds of her sex before one buck of the big canine’s hips drove half of his rod into her pubescent body. Katie squealed and tried to wriggle free, but before she knew it the coyote had pushed everything but the knot in, holding her chest down with one paw while the other arm remained hooked under her knee. Katie heard herself whimpering and squealing, feeling her body struggle to push the invading male out with as much success as she had wriggling free.\n“We’re here, let’s get the… aww what the fuck? Are you two serious?” The rumbling voice made her crane her neck, and once she blinked away her tears Katie recognized Gerrold, the alligator drummer. He was looking at the scene in front of him with obvious irritation, although the she-bear next to him didn’t look disappointed.\n “What took you so long?” Steven asked, groaning as he kept himself hilted in Katie’s sore sex.\n“Didn’t think the two of you would wear three little sluts out by yourselves…” the gator said. \n“Oooh, will you just look at what they did to this poor thing…” the she-bear said, smiling as she came to stand next to Shae. “Awwww, she’s sleepy. And you two brutes haven’t even cleaned her up. Poor thing could probably do with a woman’s touch. C’mere honey, let momma bear take care of you…” the woman said in a cooing tone that might have sounded motherly if she wasn’t wrapped in tight black leather, decked out with spikes and chains and wearing a look as hungry as the three males. The ursine woman easily scooped Shae up, cradling the vixen’s face against a massive breast straining against tight-laced leather as her reptilian lover followed her to an adjoining room, the door locking behind them.\n“Holy shit, little Shae is in for a wild night. You see the look on Betty’s face?” Steven said, absentmindedly tweaking Katie’s nipple to stiffness.\n“Yeah, and ol’ one-eye doesn’t really mind sloppy seconds… Hey, you ever think of joining those two freaks in their little games?” Matthew asked.\n“Fuck, not without a safe word and a taser!” the coyote said, laughing as he began to grind his knot against Katie’s slit…\n*******\n“See that, girl? Even the little kit’s enjoying having a cock up in her. Now, you gonna play nice and lift up that nice thick tail for me? Take your breeding like a good slut?” The wolverine behind Moira said, letting the drenched mic slip from her abused sex and leaving it disturbingly empty.\n“No! You can’t… let me GO!” Moira said, thrashing against the male in a blind panic. Losing her virginity was bad enough, but she was in heat and she doubted the horny wolverine behind her was just teasing her with the whole breeding stuff.\n“MMmmmhhh, that’s what I like to hear! You’re not some slutty little vixen, presenting just because someone asked. Nah, you’re a real little punk, won’t go down without a fight…” he growled. The next thing Moira knew she was pushed face-first into the leather of the couch, teeth gripping the tip of her tail as something was tightened just under it. A rope was slipped between the binds holding her hands together behind her back, and when Moira tried to flag the thick appendage down she realized she couldn’t move it. Ropes were looped under each shoulder and around each knee, tightened until her legs were folded under her with no way to press them together. The otter felt close to tears, trussed up and unable to even cover her rear up from the male running a hand along her cheeks, admiring her body and his handiwork.\n“There we go sugar, now you can thrash and growl as much as you like. Show some spunk before you take some…” he said, pushing a thumb in Moira’s sex and pumping it a few times as if testing her slit. “I know my ropes. I’ve tied up cougars, mares… Steven, remember that cow back in Tucson? The one that said she thought little guys were cute?”\n“Oh, yeah… girl wound up pulling a train, but she didn’t get loose until Matthew cut her loose…” replied the coyote, pumping away between the legs of the whimpering vixen.\nThe next thing Moira felt was the tip of the wolverine’s cock, hard, hot and oozing at it found her slit. The thing she felt after that was pain, a burning stab that made the microphone tearing through her hymen just a sting. The male behind her had jabbed every inch in the span of a second, slamming his hips into her rear and making stars flicker in the corners of Moira’s vision. Steven Hicks had treated the vixens like sluts, but as the wolverine behind her growled and pulled back for another punishing thrust, Moira almost envied them.\nMatthew was slamming into her with as much care one might show a cheap fleshlight, growling and gripping her hips as he kept her from being bounced off his cock with every vicious thrust. Even being loosened up with that disgusting microphone didn’t help, the otter’s heat-swollen sex being punished with every buck of the wolverine’s hips. The first few thrusts had driven the air from her lungs, but once she got her breath Moira found herself squealing out, the ropes keeping her from doing more than curling her toes in pain from the almost feral mating she was subject to.\nHer cries only seemed to excite the male behind her, the wolverine’s claws digging into her flesh as he kept a tight grip on her hips, until he finally just picked them up altogether and started pulling them back to meet each thrust. She could feel his sack slap against her mound, the weight of it reminding her that the mustelid male had kept himself from cumming so far. Moira found herself fighting for enough breath to speak, hoping to plead with Matt to let her suck him off. The idea of letting this maniac face-fuck her was scary, but not as much as leaving here with his pups, something that was looking more and more likely with every thrust.\n“You’re getting messy girl. Don’t you worry, I’m not gonna blow until I feel you cumming. I want you to milk me dry, you little rudder-tailed slut…”\nMoira knew that he wasn’t lying, but she still didn’t want to believe it. The sounds of their coupling were getting wetter, and some of the mess was hers – her body betraying her and yielding to sensation and instinct. The pain wasn’t fading though, and she was sure Matthew wanted it like that. Steven seemed to have given up on forcing his knot into Katie’s underdeveloped sex and had settled for just pumping the whimpering vixen’s cunny. Still too much for such a small girl, but positively loving compared to what Moira was getting.\nWhen she started feeling pleasure through the stabs and slaps she felt sickened by it. She didn’t want this, the rape or the consequences, she’d just wanted to go home! The girl who talked her into this was gone, and it scared the otter that she couldn’t even hear what was happening to Shae in the next room. But even Katie was getting harder to make out over her own sobs and cries and the growling of her mate.\nShe felt her weight resting once again on her knees just before the weight of the wolverine was draped over her. An arm slid around her, a paw settling on her mound and pressing her slit down against the thrusting shaft. It was too much, the otter feeling her nipples stiffen against the leather as the long stabs of the wolverine’s cock shortened into vicious jabs, her rear rocking back and forth and meeting every jack-hammer thrust of the male’s hips.\nShe screwed her eyes shut and whimpered, sounding as weak as she felt as her body betrayed her. Her orgasm surpassed reason and only made her feel more afraid and vulnerable as the clenches of her sex made the shaft seem thicker and the friction more intense. She cried out when teeth snapped shut on her scruff, fresh pain that didn’t block the sensation of the cock stuck in her twitching, or the surge of seed splattering against her cervix before seeping in, pushing even deeper than the throbbing tip of the wolverine’s cock had reached. Moira had expected to feel the shaft slide out once the pulses stopped, leaving her to leak the way Shae had as the messy cock was thrust into her muzzle for cleaning. When the cock remained hard and the trusting resumed, just as rough into the young mustelid’s oversensitive sex, Moira lost her tentative grip on consciousness and blacked out to the sound of growling and the wet sounds of cum being churned around inside her.\n*******\nShe wasn’t sure if she’d dreamt the slap, but once a paw landed on her cheek a second time Shae winced aloud as she stirred, every part of her aching but some more than most. The vixen’s mouth felt dry, the scent of smoke and the bitter-salty taste of cum clinging to it. Memories swam up as her mind cleared, being shaken from her slumber only to have her face pushed into a slimy white mess. She was told to lick, so she licked, and swallowed without being told. And when she was done, her hair was grabbed and her face pulled away from what turned out to be Katie’s crumpled, whimpering form, only to be pushed into Moira’s gaped sex.\nShe pushed a hand between her own thighs, realizing that she’d been cleaned as well. Her fingers still came away wet, but not drenched. It was just the stuff leaking out of her, and the bloated feeling she had told her it would be leaking for some time. There was a sharp sting as her paw pad slid across the top of her sex, prompting the vixen to sit up and try to get her eyes to focus on her crotch.\n“Yeah, Betty likes to keep score…” came a familiar drawl. The mention of the she-bear brought up flashes of what had happened, the way Betty had stuck her muzzle… the vixen could still smell the rich scent of the ursine pussy, and would probably smell it for weeks to come. She looked up to see Steven Hicks, lounging around and flashing her that cocky smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.\nShae gasped at the sight of the small patch of shaved fur, just above her slit. Reading upside-down wasn’t easy, but she managed to make out the word ‘SLUT’ along with the hash-marks next to it. The tender flesh was still rosy around the dark letters, and while the fur would grow back it would be so sparse and so light that the black letters would still be clearly visible.\n“W-why?” she asked, tears in her eyes as her hoarse voice croaked out the word.\n“C’mon sugar, you know nothing in life is free. That includes rock concerts.” He said, walking over to her, still naked with a red erection sticking out of his crotch. “And even then, you could have just bailed on us when we asked you to come over for a party. All you would have lost was this…” he said, picking up Shae’s crumpled panties. “I’ll be keeping these anyway, I love these little keepsakes from my tours. Awww, don’t look at me like that darlin’. You followed us because you wanted to party with the rock stars, just like the big girls. And sugar, you got what big girls get. Speaking of which, I’ve got a little left for the biggest girl of you three…” he said, climbing onto the couch and lifting one of Shae’s legs up until it was resting against his chest and his tip was resting against her sex. Shaw had been sure she’d be beyond pain, but flesh slapping against her tattoo still made her cry out.\n“Please… don’t… it hurts.”\n“Fair enough, we’ll just leave your tagged pussy alone then…” he said, and Shae was expecting to have his cock shoved past her lips. Instead she was flipped onto her stomach, a fist gripping the base of her tail and yanking her rear up.\n“Don’t…please…” the vixen whimpered even as the warm tip found the tight pink bud under her bushy tail.\n“C’mon sugar, one last virginity to go…” the coyote behind her said.\nThe tip easily pried her open, and after one dip in her sex the shaft was slick enough with the juices of a vixen in heat to slide the rest of the way in, with her clenching only serving to make the penetration more painful. Her claws made marks in the leather, but her whimpers didn’t make Steven slow down until his knot was kissing her ring. Shae felt tears form in her eyes at this latest humiliation from the man she’d been so eager to give herself to only last night. When he’d taken her in the trailer, she’d felt like his girl, if only for the moment. With cum drying in her fur, slut tattooed on her mound and loads from several guys churning around in her womb, she felt like just a toy, something the coyote was playing with one last time before forgetting about it.\n“There’s my slut, all the way in one go…” he said, giving her ass a slap and making her clench down around him. “You know, when I take a girl's ass for the first time, I like to go nice and slow. Put in enough work, and they’ll be spreading their cheeks and wagging their tails next time they see you. Unfortunately…” he said, pulling out and making the vixen gasp as her pucker clung to every inch. “…I’ve got a plane to catch, so I’m gonna need you to be a big girl and take a good, fast pounding.” He said, driving everything but the knot back in.\nShae scrabbled against the smooth leather for the first minute or so before going limp, submitting to the rock star behind her and letting her use her any way he saw fit. Looking around she saw Moira was either still out or playing dead, curled up with her tail tucked between her legs. Katie was sprawled out nearby, her sister’s limbs twitching as Shae’s noises seemed to conjure up disturbing dreams in the little vixen’s head.\nIn spite of Steven’s rough pace, Shae realized she might very well have climaxed from having him rail her ass. But the pain of his sack slapping her freshly inked mound kept her from achieving release, not that the coyote seemed to mind. In spite of his best efforts he couldn’t drive his knot in, so there was nothing to keep his cum from squirting around his shaft as he blew a fresh load under her tail, the warmth that had made her feel so sensual back in the trailer now making the vixen fold her ears back in humiliation as she was claimed yet again. Even more gushed out once the panting coyote pulled his tip out, but one spank from his paw was enough to make Shae clench up and keep his mess in.\nAfter that he got dressed, tossed the keys on the table where the three of them had danced and fleshed her a smile before walking out on her, leaving her to remember the stupid ideas she had about how this night would play out…\n\n"
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