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With her album out, Gracie is kicking off her tour with a headlining appearance at a large music festival. But also in attendance is her fellow musician and part-time lover, Kennedy who joins the wolf in her greenroom. Though the meeting proves to be more than just a casual hookup as the duo start to feel the smoldering embers of stronger feelings for one another beginning to stir. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Gracie's second album has released to great acclaim and "Alya" is quickly becoming a household name. With her album out, Gracie is kicking off her tour with a headlining appearance at a large music festival. But also in attendance is her fellow musician and part-time lover, Kennedy who joins the wolf in her greenroom. Though the meeting proves to be more than just a casual hookup as the duo start to feel the smoldering embers of stronger feelings for one another beginning to stir. ", "writing": "Warm, late spring air enveloped Gracie’s face as she stepped off the tour bus. Already she could hear the bassy thump of music in the distance from the ongoing festival as the orange light from the setting sun bathed her face. Flocked by her entourage, the she-wolf only had a moment to take in the ambiance before being ushered inside one of the cavernous serviceways of the massive venue. Throngs of people of all different species came and went from the spacious concrete and steel corridor in the venue’s backstage area. Men and women with black shirts reading “STAFF” coming and going in varying states of urgency, their radios clamoring with indecipherable babble. The floor was snaked with wires and cables of various gauges, some of which threatened to trip the young wolf as she walked over them. Most of the staff were too engaged in their work to bother noticing another talent walking past. Those that did sheepishly avoided Gracie’s gaze as she passed them by. During her first tour the sight of how nervous her very presence made some people had filled Gracie with embarrassment, shame even. And while a part of her still twinged at seeing people attempt to make themselves as anonymous and unseen as possible around her, experience had forced the young star to learn to just go with it. \nThe music grew louder as the small ensemble passed by one of the stages. Gracie wasn’t quite sure which act was up there, the set list the organizers had published had been so cluttered that one needed a magnifying glass to read the names all the way at the bottom. This would be her second time playing this particular festival. “Pulsar” it was called and the last time her name had been sandwiched right in the middle with a font just big enough to read. Now, with the release of her second studio album, Alya was right there at the top. It was surreal to the young she-wolf to see it there. Even though it was just a stage name, headlining such a major festival still didn’t quite register fully. Pulsar was the big kickoff of the summer festival and concert circuit for hers and a few other major music labels. Careers were born on the stages there, and any aspiring artist hoping to make it big dreamed of being given the opportunity. It wasn’t all that long ago that Gracie herself had been one of the many thousands in the audience cheering, dancing, and wishing for the chance to join the exclusive club. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“Okay, we have a few hours before you’re up so just hang out here for a while, get something to drink, get a shower, do whatever you need to do.” Theresa, Gracie’s manager who was a slim and somewhat neurotic mouse said as she opened the door to her talent’s assigned green room. \n\n\n \nThe door was a basic white slab with the number “3” printed in black. Beneath the number was a plain piece of copy paper with the word “Alya” printed in large bold letters taped at the corners. Thankfully, the narrow hallway that housed the talent green rooms was somewhat calmer than the service corridors behind the stage as even most of the backstage staff didn’t have access to this part of the venue. After several hours on the plane and then immediately getting onto the tour bus, Gracie was ready to toss her body down on the sofa and down a few energy drinks and stuff her snout full of snacks. \nThe room itself was rather simple, just a white painted cinder block box with a basic drop ceiling. A plush looking gray couch was pushed up against the right wall with a squat coffee table in front of it. Against the other wall was a makeup station complete with illuminated mirrors, a row of stools and a bench for the supplies. There was another white door in the middle of the far wall, beyond it was a small bathroom with a toilet and rather cramped shower. A bowl of fresh fruit sat on the table as well as a basket of various snacks and candies along with a glass-doored mini-fridge pushed up against the sofa. As Gracie slumped down on the couch and slid her phone from her purse, Theresa scanned the room to make sure the staff had kitted the space out per Gracie’s rider. The mouse muttered to herself as she went about the task while the small entourage of make-up artists, her hair and fur stylist, as well as her wardrobe stylist set about setting up the make-up station. \n\n\n\n\n“These are supposed to be sugar free!” Theresa groaned as she inspected the mini-fridge and pulled out one of the energy drinks. \n\n\n\n\nSure enough, the narrow vessel was a dark blue rather than the light blue found on the sugar-free version. \n\n\n\n\n“It’s fine Theresa, just hand me one please.” Gracie said in an exasperated voice, she knew that the high-strung mouse was about to blow the simple mistake way out of proportion. \n\n\n \n“To you maybe, but this just shows that they didn’t pay attention to your rider! What else did they miss I wonder?” Annoyance was angry in the older woman’s voice as she held the drink and used the can as a pointer to emphasize her grievance. \n\n\n\n\n“Can I just have it please?” Gracie asked again, the weariness and impatience with her manager’s antics was clear in her voice as she reached out and made it obvious that she wasn’t in the mood to hear the rant that was brewing in the woman’s brain. \n\n\n\n\n“Fine, fine, I’ll just log it in my report later I guess.” Theresa huffed and handed over the cold beverage. \n\n\n\n\nThe room’s occupants breathed a collective sigh of relief as Gracie succeeded in sating Theresa’s rage. Leaning back against the sofa the she-wolf cracked open the can and took a long, refreshing sip as she scrolled on her phone. Clips and pictures of the festival were already circulating on social media and many of her fans were posting from the audience. She could also see people in the backgrounds of other pictures wearing her merch, some even from her new album. \nAll of those long hours in the studio over the winter had paid off, as when it was released, “No Guarantees” had shot to the top of the charts. The album had an overall slightly edgier tone and a bit more spice in the vocals. A lot of Gracie’s frustrations and shattered illusions had gone into the writing and it was obvious that each song was full of vibrant emotion. Her first album had been more of a traditional pop record, her songs cheery and bouncy and full of the naive optimism that she carried into the industry. That record had done well and had also topped the charts but only stayed there for a few days. “No Guarantees” had lodged itself at number one for over two weeks and showed no signs of being topped any time soon. This show would be the first stop on a long summer tour as “Alya” cemented herself as a household name. The radio stations had been playing the singles for weeks and streaming services were raking in millions of listeners and now her growing hoard of adoring fans would get to hear it live for the first time. \n\n\n\n\n‘And to think that just a few years ago I’d probably be in that crowd…’ She mused while taking another long sip. \n\n\n\n\nThe energy drink was starting to have its effect as Gracie felt her tail start to wag beneath her and her paw start to twitch. The caffeine was essential if she wished to put on a proper show, but right as she went for a third sip a message popped up at the top of her screen. \n\n\n\n\n“Hey, I just walked by the door to your green room, you alone?” \n\n\n\n\nIt was Kennedy, the drummer from the band “Gummy Grenade” that she’d hooked up with one time during the production of their respective new albums. His band was also headlining the festival to start the tour for their new record “Two to Tango”. Gracie chuckled to herself when she first saw the album cover. That night after the two were finished she had let the stallion keep the pair of panties she’d been wearing. At the time Kennedy had quipped that he’d use them in the next album cover. Sure enough there they were, the red bikini cut panties were clear to see in the background hanging from the post of the headboard above the bed. The cover itself depicted a rear view of a naked gray and black she-wolf straddling a white and black spotted stallion as he lay on his back. The band had placed the parental advisory sticker right over the woman’s butt and had the album name airbrushed in colorful bubble font over her tail like a tramp-stamp. The room was very obviously a messy boys room and the whole album was designed to give off a teenage angst vibe, which it successfully did. Some of the foreign versions however, had a limited edition uncensored front cover, with copies already selling online for triple digits. \n On the flight over, Gracie had wondered to herself if she might see Kennedy in person so that she could tease him about the album. Though the wolf was self aware enough to accept that she had more planned for their eventual meeting than just some casual banter. Gracie had spent the night at his place after they’d hooked up at the studio, and in the time since had maintained a flirty but still casual friendship with benefits via text. It was plain to both of them that neither one was finished with the other just yet. Though the two celebrities' schedules had thus far prohibited them from picking up where they’d left off. When Gracie had seen that his band was also headlining Pulsar, the she-wolf had allowed herself the slimmest of hopes that she might at least get the chance to indulge herself. \n\n\n\n\n“No, manager and make-up people are in here too, give me a sec.” She typed out, her heart increasing its pace as Gracie knew that the stallion was planning on more than just a polite hello. \n\n\n\n\nLooking up from her phone, Gracie could see that the make-up station was finished being kitted out. Her group of stylists stood together, chatting and laughing amongst themselves while Theresa tapped away on her tablet with her usual look of concern and focus. She felt bad for what she was about to do, but she needed privacy. \n\n\n\n\n“Hey guys, um sorry to ask but, do you think I could get the room to myself for a bit? I just want to unwind a bit before the show.” \n\n\n\n\nThe mild conversation in the room stopped immediately as Gracie spoke and Theresa looked up from her tablet. Gracie’s rank as a VIP talent commanded their undivided and immediate attention and her requests were meant to be adhered to like a general’s. \n\n\n\n\n“Sure, no problem.” The mouse said in an unbothered voice as she looked up from her work. \n\n\n\n\n“Come on girls, everybody out!” She politely commanded the rest of the entourage even though they had already started to make their way to the door. \n\n\n\n\nThe group of stylists were unbothered by the request as it meant that they were free to roam backstage and watch some of the other acts perform. Theresa would probably find a chair somewhere backstage and continue doing whatever work she had gotten stuck into. Gracie knew that she had plenty of time to do whatever she wanted with the stallion before it was time for her to go out and perform. Everything was already set up, from the visuals to the pyro to the background dancers, all that was left was her. The weight of it all threatened to drag her down into a pit of anxiety, though she knew that the key to relieving it was standing just outside the door. \nKennedy ducked behind a stack of crates as he watched the door to Alya’s green room. He knew from her text that the she-wolf was asking her entourage to give her some privacy. He’d been in the game long enough to understand how it all worked. Gracie wasn’t the first fellow celebrity he’d shared this kind of relationship with. Sure enough, a few moments later, the door opened and the small group of women departed without spotting the stallion hidden just a few yards away. The door closed again, and his phone buzzed in his hand. \n\n\n\n\n‘That’ll be her’ He mused as he looked down at the device. \n\n\n\n\nSure enough, a message from Gracie simply reading “safe” popped up. \n\n\n\n\nOnly a few seconds had passed since the white door gently closed behind her manager when its hinges creaked open again. Gracie had still been looking at her phone, waiting for a response from Kennedy, when the tall equine strolled into the room. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans with a black tank top with his band’s logo of a stylized gummy pineapple grenade.\n\n\n\n\n“Hey you!” He said in a cheery voice with a smile as he watched Gracie lift herself off the couch and bound over, her golden tail already starting to wag behind her. \n\n\n\n\n“I was wondering if I’d get to see you!” The canine replied with a smile as she tossed her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the soft tip of his nose. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy wasn’t shy in returning the hug with the stallion wrapping one hand around her back while grabbing a handful of tush with the other. Gracie let the rockstar feel her up as much as he wanted back there, she savored the feeling of his taking whatever it wanted. \n\n\n\n\n“Well I couldn’t NOT come by and at least say hello.” Kennedy said through a sarcastic grin, both of them knew that the horse was there for more than that. \n\n\n\n\n“You know I appreciate it.” Gracie replied softly as the pair released each other. She tried to convey her genuine emotion in her tone, as despite understanding and accepting what this meeting was, a large part of the she-wolf was glad to just have Kennedy’s company, and nothing else. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, you go pretty light with the rider huh?” The stallion observed as he looked around the green room and mentally compared it to his. \n\n\n\n\n“We go pretty crazy with ours.” He continued with a chuckle as he pictured the full bottles of liquor standing proud in the band’s green room waiting to be half-drunk and then smuggled onto the tour bus. \n\n\n\n\n“Ha! No doubt, I’ve heard a few stories from Theresa about the state you’ve left a few hotel rooms in!” Gracie joked as she rooted around in the mini-fridge. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh God, I forgot that she was your manager…” Kennedy visibly cringed and covered his face with his hands as he remembered the strict old rodent. \n\n\n\n\nBelow the row of energy drinks was a stash of bubbly fruit flavored wine coolers. Gracie wasn’t above a few boozy beverages after a show, as far as she was concerned a few drinks was one of the least destructive means of relief that someone like her might employ to ease the stress of performing.\n\n\n\n\n“Uh huh, was she just as neurotic back when she was with you guys?” She asked as she stood up and handed Kennedy one of the cans of fruity alcohol. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh yeah, we almost gave her a heart attack like once a week!” The bay equine joked as he accepted it. \n\n\n\n\nThe blonde wolf let out a sigh as she once more flopped down on the sofa, her body bouncing gently from the impact. She had just about stopped moving when Kennedy plonked himself down next to her and cracked his beverage open. Together the pair each let out a sigh as they slouched and placed their feet up on the table. Kennedy’s equine hooves let out a gentle thunk as he set them down on the wooden surface as Gracie crossed her paws next to him, one of them bouncing slightly from the caffeine. \n\n\n \n“So how does it feel?” Kennedy asked after a brief silence. \n\n\n\n\n“What do you mean?” Gracie said, turning her head to ponder up at him. \n\n\n\n\n“You know! Your new album, it's taken off pretty good it seems.” There was a beaming pride in the stallion's voice as he spoke that made it evident that he was proud of the young she-wolf for her achievement. \n\n\n\n\n“Yeah…it's doing pretty well I guess.” Gracie seemed to shy away from the idea of her success as she took another sip. Although the canine had grown accustomed to the idea of fame, seeing her career rocket upwards like it had in the last several weeks had caused a lot of her earlier anxieties to steadily creep back in. \n\n\n\n\n“Ha! Top of the charts for weeks now, guaranteed to go at least gold and probably platinum at some point, headlining Pulsar with some of the largest established names in the music…Yeah I’d say you’ve made it to the big leagues now girl.” Kennedy chuckled as he took a big swig from his can. \n\n\n\n\n“You’ll be a household name by the end of the summer.” He added in a matter-of-fact voice as he put his arm around Gracie’s back. \n\n\n\n\n“That's what scares me though…” \n\n\n\n\nIt was plain to hear in Gracie’s voice that her worry was genuine. Already her life had been permanently altered, there were so many freedoms that she once took for granted that had been restricted. Simple things like going out with friends or clothes shopping, dating or any other kind of social activity. Everything was scrutinized, her every movement tracked by photographers seeking to intrude upon her private life. Now, with her name soaring in popularity, the crowds of paparazzi hounding her would be even greater, the restrictions on her freedom of movement even greater than it already was. \n\n\n\n\n“Hey I get it, I remember when it happened to us. You know…everyone deals with it in their own way, you’ll figure it out soon enough.” The stallion’s voice took on a reassuring air as he lowered his arm and gently pulled her in close. \n\n\n\n\nGracy let herself be tucked in next to Kennedy, the horse’s solid body and warmth were comforting as her mind struggled with the stress. \n\n\n\n\n“Look, you’re going to kick ass tonight, make a shit ton of money, and then move on to the next one, at least that's the way I think about it.” He added with a gentle pat to her shoulder. \n\n\n\n\n“Its not the show I’m worried about, it's…after. I mean…you know how it is! How they never leave you alone, how you have to have guards everywhere you go…just the whole weight of being…her ya’ know?”\n\n\n\n\n“Oh I get it, I’ve been in this business for a while now. It…does get better though, after a while at least.” Kennedy continued to reassure Gracie as he felt her body lean more and more against his. \n\n\n\n\n“Yeah, I hope so…” The wolf’s voice was nearly a whisper as he leaned the entirety of her weight against his frame. \n\n\n\n\n“So uh, when do you think Theresa and the others will be back?” Kennedy asked after another momentary pause as the stallion searched for a way to politely reintroduce their original topic. \n\n\n\n\n“Hmph, whenever I tell them to come back.” Gracie let out a sarcastic snort as she understood the horse’s message. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy gave Gracie another pat on the shoulder, this time to let the she-wolf know that he was about to make his move. Gracie had already started to rise when she’d felt it and was somewhat surprised to see him lifting himself off the sofa rather than waiting for her to get down between his knees. \n\n\n\n\n“Wha-oh…” She whispered as she sat herself back down. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, I figured you could use it.” Kennedy said with a chuckle, his face wearing a naughty smile as he set his can down on top of the fridge before he dropped himself between Gracie’s legs instead. \n\n\n\n\n“Yeah…you’re not wrong there.” The wolf returned with a mildly embarrassed chuckle of her own as Kennedy rested his chin on her zipper flap. \n\n\n\n\nThe weight of the stallion’s head in her lap already provided a great deal of comfort on its own. But with the room all to themselves for a while, there was no way that Gracie was going to just leave it at that. \n\n\n\n\n“You smell nice.” Kennedy said in a polite, almost innocent voice as he gently inhaled through his nose. \n\n\n\n\n“Ha, liar! I’ve been stuck sitting down in a plane and on a tour bus all day.” Gracie teased as she ran her fingers through the coarse fur of Kennedy’s black mane. \n\n\n\n\n“Pff, it's like you don’t even know me…” He taunted back as he gingerly pressed his nose down into her groin. \n\n\n\n\n“Hmm yeah, I forgot that you’re freaky like that…” The wolf’s voice took on a deeper and more sultry tone as she spoke, her legs opening to grant her lover access as she slouched her body further back onto the sofa. \n\n\n\n\n“Hey…hand me a drink before you start.” She added after a brief pause with her fingers delivering gentle little scratches to Kennedy’s velvety nose. \n\n\n\n\n“No problem.” The stallion nodded, his voice straining a little as he reached over next to the sofa where the minni-fridge was placed. \n\n\n\n\n“Here.” He said as he handed Gracie one of her fruity canned cocktails. \n\n\n\n\n“Thanks, I uh, normally don’t drink before concerts but, ya know…” Gracie explained, her snout showing a bit of blush through her fur as she cracked the can open. \n\n\n \n“Heh, yeah I get ya.” Kennedy replied, his voice somewhat absent as his fingers fiddled with the wolf’s zipper. \n\n\n\n\nThe cold beverage bubbled and tickled Gracie’s tongue as she savored the sweet fruitiness and the subtle hint of alcohol. Below her waist, she could feel the stallion working her zipper down, the sound buzzing in her ears as she prepared herself mentally for what she was about to receive. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt the button pop open, the canine lifting her legs up to make Kennedy’s job easier as he tugged the denim jeans off her waist. The air felt cool against her fur as it now found itself free of its denim prison, her once well-kept coat now ruffled and spiked. Kennedy only removed her pants down to her knees before ducking his head under them and pressing his nose into the soft mound between Gracie’s legs. \n\n\n\n\n“Purple looks good on you.” He complimented her in a gentle voice as he noted the color of her underwear. \n\n\n\n\n“Thanks, I thought they might clash.” Gracie replied in a cheeky tone as she took another sip of her drink. \n\n\n\n\n“Hmph, I think they’re cute.” Kennedy chuffed as he wiggled his nose against the squishy mound underneath the damp cotton. \n\n\n\n\nThe feeling of the stallion’s heavy breaths against her crotch sent a shiver up the wolf’s spine. She had forgotten just how much volume his lungs had as his chest swelled with lungfuls of her scent. Kennedy likewise had forgotten just how intoxicating Gracie in particular was to him. His olfactory senses were saturated with her natural smell as he breathed deeply of her, the she-wolf’s panties the only barrier between his sensitive nose and her womanhood. \n\n\n\n\n‘Ahhhh yeah…still one of the best…’ The stallion mused, his brain swimming with erotic anticipation as he flooded it with her essence.\n\n\n\n\nBoth partners cast their minds back to the night of their first meeting where they had found themselves in a similar position, and though months had passed since that night, the passion they had each found had not faded. Though they had not had the chance to meet up since owing to busy schedules in the run-up to their respective new music releases. But as they both savored their respective sensations, they were each reminded of why the other had not faded from their minds. Kennedy couldn’t resist a quick lick against the fabric, his fat tongue causing Gracie’s body to shudder and wiggle as her senses were set alight. \n\n\n\n\n“Mmm, fuck…” Gracie’s voice oozed pure desperation as she set her legs down on Kennedy’s shoulders, her butt still shuffling against the sofa cushion as a result of the slow lick against her pussy. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy’s taste buds were flooded with the sweaty flavor of a pent-up she-wolf, the stress of her big show and tour coupled with being cooped up in tight jeans and sitting in a chair all day, lending her a distinctly potent and arousing taste. Reaching under her tush, the stallion tucked his fingers under Gracie’s waistband and lifted her panties up and off her rear end. The fabric peeled off her by now wet and eager womanhood as the stallion slid the purple undies up her legs until they joined her jeans behind his head. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, I see you trimmed up huh.” He asked rhetorically with a mischievous smile as he savored the image of her naked privates, the wolf’s fluffy golden tail wagging gentle from underneath her bottom. \n\n\n\n\n“Y-yeah, for the tour.” Gracie replied sheepishly as a wave of nervous excitement rushed over her. She could not only feel the air on her bits, but the feeling of the stallion’s big eyes taking it all in caused a flurry of excitement in her body. \n\n\n\n\n“Why, you plan on showing her off to your crowds of adoring fans?” Kennedy joked as he leaned his nose in. \n\n\n\n\n“Ugh, NO! It's so I don’t have you know…a big bush sticking out of my shorts!” \n\n\n\n\nKennedy heard the wolf’s words but his eyes and attention were focused on the thin strip of pink flesh poking out between the velvety lips between her legs. He could hear her begin to speak again, though he cut her sentence off before she could start with another long, slow lap from his wide tongue. Gracie’s brain short-circuited from the lick, her body tensed, and her breath caught in her throat as she let out a desperate gasp. Kennedy reveled in his handiwork as he watched her body react, his mind beaming with masculine pride as her unobstructed flavor saturated his tongue. \n\n\n\n\n“You know, that would be so hot though.” He spoke up from between her thighs as he felt her muscles relax. \n\n\n\n\n“Huh?” Gracie replied, their previous topic of conversation gone out of her mind. \n\n\n\n\n“If you had a big bush sticking out of your shorts, a lot of female country singers in the 70s and 80s did that.” \n\n\n\n\n“Oh, gross!” Gracie shook her head at the thought. \n\n\n\n\n“No seriously! A lot of guys still think it's hot!” Kennedy traced a triangle with his fingers from the top of Gracie’s bikini line up to just under her belly button.\n\n\n\n\n“Just a patch of fluff like this, a lot of guys think it looks more natural.” He continued. \n\n\n\n\n“A lot of guys meaning just you?” Gracie playfully accused, the she-wolf taking another drink from her can. \n\n\n\n\n“Nonsense, I would never!” Kennedy replied through a sly smile as he kissed her thigh, the feeling of her tail picking up its pace beneath his chin confirming to the stallion that his gentle taunting was having the desired effect. \n\n\n\n\n“Just…just do your thing.” Gracie sighed and shook her head as she admitted defeat in their little sparring match, the she-wolf growing increasingly eager for her lover to get down to the point of his visit. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy could see the hint of a smile barely contained on the canine’s snout however, and knew that with enough effort, he might just succeed in that particular battle. But as Gracie shuffled her bottom closer to his mouth, he knew that here and now was not the place to plead his case. \n\n\n\n\n“Uh huh, sure.” He whispered, the stallion’s voice just loud enough for Gracie to hear the hint of snarky sass it carried. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy settled his mind on the task before him, the girl’s eagerness was evident to him already, as a clear pearl of her natural juices hung from a barely visible string. With his hands full of the soft, furred flesh of her raised and spread thighs, the stallion leaned his mouth in. A pleasured hum escaped Gracie’s snout as she felt her lover’s tongue slip between her velvety slit and parse through her pink petals. Her body reciprocated on its own, her hips pushing gently into the equine’s soft nose as small jets of warm breath splashed against her sensitive hood as his tongue worked her over. \n\n\n\n\n‘There’s something to be said about a man with experience…’ She mused with pleasure as blissful waves of erotic sensations gently washed over her body and carried away the stresses held within. \n\n\n\n\nThe wet, rhythmic soundtrack of his oral massage filled Gracie’s ears, the raw, passionate noise worked wonders for her as she allowed herself to be carried off. Wiggling her butt closer still, the wolf surrendered the last of her thoughts to the pleasure, her mind instead focusing on the stimulating sensations rising up from between her legs. Her hand rubbed the short brown fur atop Kennedy’s head, her fingers tracing the white stripe that ran down the length of his long face as gentle hums eased out from her closed mouth. For his part, Kennedy could feel the tension in the she-wolf’s body ease and dissipate as he went down on her. For a moment, he released his grip on one of her thighs as he freed himself from the confines of his pants. The taste and sensation of eager wolf pussy on his tongue had thoroughly succeeded in getting the attention of his manhood. This was far from the stallion’s first romp in a green roo,m and as such he felt no fear as he slipped his tongue through Gracie’s pink folds, stimulating her senses and indulging her desires. He could feel the tip of his own bits pressing and rubbing up against the soft fabric of the sofa as he knelt there between Gracie’s legs. His growing arousal begged to be sated, to be buried deep in the welcoming heat of the she-wolf’s tunnel, but he knew that her pleasure had to come first. \n\n\n\n\n‘She’s not going into heat this time, but she’s pent up so maybe she’ll still pop quick enough if I do it right.’ He thought, his brain plotting and strategizing the most effective way to get the girl off. \n\n\n\n\nGracie squirmed, her body wiggling and shivering as the stallion’s increased efforts took effect. The tip of his agile tongue danced across her snatch, teasing the tight entrance to her tunnel while his dexterous lips sealed around the small pink hood that concealed her sensitive clitoris. Normally, this part of her was safely tucked away, but with her arousa,l the small bud of nerves had come out to play. And with the stallion’s lips sealed around this sensitive spot and a gentle application of suction, Gracie’s back was soon arching off the sofa. \n\n\n\n\n‘Heh yup, that one never fails.’ Kennedy boasted mentally as he felt his well-practiced oral technique had its desired effect. \n\n\n\n\nHe knew that all he had to do now was to keep up the pressure, and sure enough, after a few more tense seconds, he felt the wolf’s legs attempt to clamp shut around his head. \n\n\n\n\n‘Damn she’s stronger than I thought!’ Kennedy’s mind raced as he fought to summon enough strength to keep Gracie’s legs held open. \n\n\n\n\nStars danced in Gracie’s vision as the stallion’s tongue succeeded in shoving her over the edge. The sensation of her legs being held open despite her best efforts to close them over his snout only heightened the intense pleasure coursing through her body as she realized that climax was inevitable. Her tail whipped back and forth, smacking Kennedy’s chest as her hips bucked and humped his nose, covering the brown velvet in a shiny layer of warm pussy juice. In a last-ditch effort, what was left of her cognitive functions brought the canine’s hands to her snout, clamping her jaws together just in time to muffle a desperately loud moan as it rose up from her throat. \n\n\n\n\n‘There you go girlie, let it all out.’ Kennedy mused with satisfied pride as Gracie rode out her orgasm on his mouth. \n\n\n\n\n“Mmmm…wow….” The wolf softly moaned out as her body came down off its high, her legs still trembling as her lover lifted his equine snout out of the trimmed white fluff of her pussy. \n\n\n\n\n“Feel better?” Kennedy asked with a chuckle as he lifted his mouth away from the wet patch he’d made between her legs. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh God…so much…” Gracie replied in a weary voice as she slumped even further, the back of her head nearly resting on the seat cushion as her paws sat squarely on the floor. \n\n\n \nKennedy scooted closer, the stallion placing his chin on her belly as it gently rose and fell with her breaths. He savored her warmth and soft feeling of her white fur as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. As she steadily caught her breath, Gracie reached down and gently rubbed the horse’s ear as he set more of his weight against her stomach. Once again, his presence against her, the mere contact alone was enough to soothe her touch-starved body. \n\n\n\n\n‘I know he’s just here for sex, but…this is nice…’ She contemplated as she rubbed the thin skin of his ear between her fingers. \n\n\n\n\n‘I mean, it's not like I don’t want it too, might as well get to the point then.’ Her thoughts continued as she observed her lover as he lay against her. \n\n\n\n\n“Hey so uh…you wanna fuck?” \n\n\n\n\n‘Was that too casual? It felt too casual…’ \n\n\n\n\nKennedy’s free ear perked up, his brown eyes darting towards the wolf as he heard the question. \n\n\n\n\n“Well I uh…I don’t have any condoms on me.” He replied plainly as he picked his head up off her stomach. \n\n\n\n\n“I’m not in heat.” Gracie stated with a hint of eagerness in her voice, the wolf’s icy blue eyes also working in tandem to convey her desire. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, yeah I could tell.” Kennedy said with a smile once again forming on his snout as he placed his hands on either side of Gracie’s body. \n\n\n\n\nThe she-wolf scooted herself back up onto the couch to position herself, a flurry of butterflies kicking up in her stomach as she realized with certainty what she was about to do. Looking down over the mound her chest created in her blue tee shirt, the wolf finally caught a glimpse of her grand prize as it hung between Kennedy’s legs. Lifting her own, Gracie wrapped her designer sneaker-clad paws around the stallion’s back, her pants and underwear pulled down just enough to grant her lover access as she presented herself. Kennedy matched her move, reaching up he grabbed the back of the sofa to support himself as he leaned over Gracie’s body to line himself up with her entrance.\nGracie felt the warmth of the stallion’s soft skin brush up against her wet slit, her womanhood gracing its length with its slick lube as its owner maneuvered himself into position. The butterflies kicked up a storm in the blonde wolf’s stomach as she felt the impressive length slide against her, her ice blue eyes watching as the skin turned from a chocolate brown to a blush pink towards the tip. She could feel the ring around the middle rub against her as Kennedy’s frame blocked out the harsh fluorescent light from above. \n\n\n\n\n“Be careful with me…” Gracie pleaded in a soft voice as the stallion’s blunt tip pressed against her, the enticing scent of his cologne tingling her nose as steady breaths from his nose splashed against the top of her head. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy let out a quiet hum as he kissed Gracie on the top of her head, he could feel the excitement and nervous anticipation rising up from beneath him. The wolf’s body practically buzzed as he teased her, her tail thumping off Kennedy’s legs as it wagged in between them. \n\n\n\n\n“I haven’t been bent like this in a while!’ Gracie’s thoughts cried out as she was eased into a full mating press, her muscles straining to bend and conform to the stallion’s wishes. \n\n\n\n\n‘Fuck I forgot how big it was…’ Her inner voice continued as she gently shifted her hips to rub herself against the fat tip of the equine penis knocking at her door. \n\n\n\n\nFinally, Kennedy had his share of teasing. The bay stallion reached one of his hands down off the back of the sofa. With a firm grip, he guided himself in, easing the edge of his cock past his lover’s taunt entrance until her lips gave way and accepted him. Her pink folds swallowed the impressive girth, stretching to allow him access to her most intimate parts. Kennedy maintained the kiss on the top of Gracie’s head as he eased himself deeper. The experienced lover was careful not to push too hard or too fast as he knew he had to break her pussy in gently. She’d already taken him once, but it had been months since then, and she had long since returned to her original tightness. The firm grip and rippling texture of her inner walls sent jolts of pleasure coursing up Kennedy’s spine as he eased in, the canine’s body heat was elevated compared to his own, and felt heavenly as it enveloped him like a heated blanket. Their warmth was one of Kennedy’s favorite parts about making love to a canine girl, nobody else could match this unique sensation. \n\n\n\n\n“Are you good?” He whispered into Gracie’s ear as he felt her body clench and tighten, her teeth clamping shut as she grappled with the oversized penetration. \n\n\n\n\n“Y-yeah, I’m fine just…go slow…b-but keep going.” She stammered out, her words strained but pleasured as she in turn enjoyed the soft velvety texture of his skin inside her, the even shape of the stallion’s dick filling every inch of space within her tunnel. \n\n\n\n\n“You feel so good raw like this.” Kennedy cooed in a soothing voice as he reveled in the sound of Gracie’s labored and pleasured breathing beneath him. \n\n\n\n\n“Y-yeah…you too, so much better without the condom.” The wolf’s sex-strained voice spoke up from below, the girl bracing her head against Kennedy’s chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.\n\n\n\n\n“Heh yeah, always is.” He teased, pressing himself in further until the thick ring around the middle pressed its way past her outer petals. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh…fuck…” Gracie cursed, her voice warping further as she felt her body stretch and surrender to accommodate her lover.\n\n\n\n\n“Oops, sorry!” Kennedy whispered as he heard Gracie curse, the bay equine ceasing his pressure immediately. \n\n\n\n\n“No no, k-keep going, it's just…a lot.” Gracie encouraged with a chuckle, her tail still wagging excitedly as she shuffled her hips back onto Kennedy’s dick to press the impressive organ deeper still. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, yeah I’ve heard that one before.” He said as he planted another kiss atop her head. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nGracie could only reply with a short “uh-huh” as she once again felt him slide deeper. It wasn’t long before Kennedy felt himself bottoming out in the slick warmth of Gracie’s pussy, the wolf’s body finally reaching the limit of what it could take. The feeling of that uniform fullness from her slit to the entrance to her womb sent a hot wave of intense pleasure crashing over Gracie’s body as her mind focused on every detail. The texture of his skin, every little vein, the thick right, and even the subtle pulsing from his heartbeat all registered in her brain as their bodies communed. A few inches of his length remained outside, though Kennedy knew well enough not to force himself any deeper. Instead, after allowing Gracie a few moments to feel him, he began to move his hips. Gracie let out a sharp breath as the stallion steadily withdrew himself, her pussy lips gripping and stretching as they tried their best to hold onto their girthy prize. \nThis time Kennedy likewise strained, his mouth curling as he fought to keep himself under control. The raw feel of a tight wolf cunt desperately gripping his cock nearly put him over the edge. Her claws dug into his back as she held on for dear life, the soles of her sneakers likewise pressing into his back as her legs secured him in place. He only made it a few inches back before he let himself sink back in, his flat tip once more pressing against her cervix as he maxed out her vaginal capacity. \n\n\n\n\n“God damn you’re tight…” He muttered through his labored breathing as small beads of sweat began to form on his thin glossy pelt. \n\n\n\n\n“Mhmmm” Gracie moaned through clenched teeth as she continued to grip his back with the small but still rather pokey claws at the tips of her fingers. \n\n\n\n\nHis next attempt brought more success as the she-wolf's snatch gave up more of his length as her tight muscles were gradually stretched and broken in. His cock glistened from the thick coating of lube she had given him, her own crotch fur was thoroughly soaked as her arousal made itself obvious. The scent too soon reached the stallion’s sensitive nose as it rose up from the scene of their love-making. The potent, heady smell of raw sex saturated both of their noses and ignited their instincts just as it had done the first time they’d hooked up. With his confidence rising, Kennedy was less and less reserved as he pressed himself in and out of Gracie’s pussy, his manhood making itself at home between her legs. Small spurts of clear precum coated the entrance to the wolf’s womb as his body added its own fluids to the mix to help him glide against the rippling texture of her walls. Gracie could feel each thrust bottom out within her, the fat tip repeatedly kissing her cervix with more and more force each time as the hefty orbs that made up the rest of the equine’s genitals slapped against her ass. The texture of his velvety skin bare inside her tunnel caused intense jolts of pleasure to burst up her spine each time she felt it slide against her. \nAfter their first time together, Gracie had fantasized about what the stallion might feel like unprotected. The condom they’d used that night had robbed her of this overwhelming sensation, this intense pleasure. And though the thin latex had kept them out of deeper trouble, a part of her had resented the fact that they had needed it. When Kennedy had finally pulled out, the sight of the rubber filled with a potent, heavy load of thick semen had ignited a spark of intense desire within the female canine that had built into a lively flame by now. Though she had been forced to push it to the back of her mind owing to the release of her new album, Gracie knew that she wanted to feel that impressive volume of vigorous sperm shot against her cervix. \n\n\n\n\n“D-Don’t stop! Just…just do it inside…I want to feel it this time!” Gracie begged as her body shifted back and forth against the fabric of the sofa cushion. \n\n\n\n\nNow it was Kennedy who could only reply with a strained “uh-huh” as his powerful hips thrusted heavily into her. \n\n\n\n\n“God…oh fuck, yes! Yes! Do it! Cum in me!” She continued to beg, her voice building in volume as she threw caution to the wind, her sex-addled brain not caring in the least if anyone nearby was listening. \n\n\n\n\nThe wolf’s legs were already wrapped around him, but now they employed every ounce of their surprising strength to pull him in close and lock him up. Kennedy knew there was no escape, even if he wanted to. But as he felt his knees start to shudder and the building pressure begin to release, he knew there was no other place that he’d rather be. In an explosive moment, the stallion reached his climax, the head of his penis flaring out as his body tensed up. An intense wave of pure pleasure broke over him like a tidal wave, his hips forcing themselves as hard as possible into the female beneath him. His dick was shoved right up against Gracie’s womb as he let loose. \nThe wolf held on for dear life as she felt him tip over the edge, the wide flare inside her causing her breath to catch in her throat as time seemed to slow in anticipation of the big moment. Sure enough, she was soon greeted by a heavy, forceful gush directly at the door of her womb. The warmth spread rapidly between her legs as a huge flood of potent, virile semen erupted from the tip of Kennedy’s penis, coating his lover’s cervix in his thick batter as her tunnel quickly filled. Air squeaked out of Gracie’s mouth as she gripped down hard on the cumming horse cock pulsing and shooting inside her tunnel. The entire length throbbed and twitched as wave after wave of healthy, energetic equine sperm were delivered raw right into her womb. \n\n\n\n\n“It's so much…” The she-wolf moaned as her lover’s manhood continued to pump more of the lively swimmers into her as she squeezed down on its flared girth. \n\n\n\n\n‘How is he still going!’ Gracie thought to herself, the stallion showing no signs of stopping. \n\n\n\n\n‘This is way more than last time! That or I just couldn’t feel it with the condom on…oh fuck, too much!’ Her racing thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a thick stream of cum breaking through the sight seal her pussy lips made around the equine’s dick. \n\n\n\n\nGracie’s eyes threatened to roll back into her skull as she felt the warm river of jizz roll down her ass and pool under the base of her tail. Finally, Kennedy’s throbs began to subside into gentle ropes softly landing against the wolf’s sensitive walls. His cock continued to flare and pulse even as the last spurt of cum, itself the size of a normal male’s first rope, softly jetted against her flooded cervix. Kennedy let out a long sigh as he gave Gracie the last of his genetic essence. His body began to relax as a gasp of air sharply filled his lungs, stars dancing in his vision as oxygen returned to his brain. \n\n\n\n\n“How do you hold so much!?” Gracie asked with a laugh as the couple’s minds slowly returned to normal, their bodies still basking in the warmth of their shared afterglow. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, I could uh, I could say the same about you.” He replied through his heavy breathing. The stallion was thoroughly impressed with how much the wolf’s cunt could take before his load spilled out. \n\n\n\n\n“Fuck it's gonna make such a mess…” Gracie lamented as she felt the copious level of hot horse semen held between her legs. She knew that when he pulled out that a great volume of the potent batter would spill everywhere. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy thought to himself for a moment as he regained his breath. He knew Gracie was right, with the amount that he came, it would surely ruin the sofa if he were to just pull out. \n\n\n\n\n“Here, I have an idea…maybe.” He said as he repositioned himself, the strong equine bracing his body to lift his lover off the couch. \n\n\n\n\n“Hey wait, wai-” Kennedy didn’t let Gracie finish her sentence as he wrapped his arms under her back and lifted with all his remaining strength. \n\n\n\n\n‘Goddamn, why are predator girls always heavier than they look…must be all that damn muscle.’ He mussed as he stood up with the wolf still clinging to his body, his cock plugging her snatch shut and preventing an embarrassing stain on the sofa fabric. \n\n\n\n\nGracie’s body tensed as she felt herself lifted up, she wasn’t used to her lovers having the strength or the balls to pull a stunt like this. But she knew the size of the orbs hanging between Kennedy’s legs, and as suc,h she held onto the stallion for dear life. She couldn’t help but admire her equine lover’s ingenuity at least. Understanding his aims, Gracie gingerly lowered her legs until the tips of her paw pads touched the carpeted floor. \n\n\n\n\n“Okay, you ready?” Kennedy asked, only the flared tip of his manhood remained in the wolf’s saturated snatch. \n\n\n\n\n“Yeah, do it.” Gracie replied as she shuffled her pants up to catch the inevitable surge that would rain out of her. \n\n\n\n\nWith a short tug of his hips, the still flared horse penis withdrew with an audible pop as her once velvety soft and now thoroughly drenched pussy gave up its prize. \n\n\n\n\n“Holy shit dude!” Gracie exclaimed as she looked down between her legs. \n\n\n\n\nA thick stream of pearly white jizz steadily flowed out of her stretched hole, the crotch of her panties already soaking through from the pool of swirling white baby batter. \n\n\n\n\n“What? You thought these were just for show?” Kennedy replied sarcastically, gesturing at the impressive set of balls that hung from his abdomen. \n\n\n\n\n“I guess I should have expected it considering what you did to that condom last time.” She replied with a dismissive chuckle, her eyes still looking down as she tugged on the waistband of her panties, the wolf swirling around the pool of spunk they had trapped.\n\n\n\n\n“Are you uh…gonna be able to walk alright for your show?” A hint of concern crept into Kennedy’s voice as he observed how red Gracie’s pussy was. He knew from experience that it would take a day or two to go down and return to its normal tightness. \n\n\n\n\n“It doesn’t hurt, it just kinda…tingles. I should be fine, I think, if you’d have tried to stuff the whole thing in or gone hard at the start, then maybe, but I think I’m more concerned about it leaking…” She replied, her mind still vividly aware of the volume of cum still held in her pussy that hadn’t leaked into her panties. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh yeah, you’ll be soaking the crotch of your panties for a while. You uh, have a shower in this room right?”\n\n\n\n\n“Mhm, that…would probably be a good idea.” Gracie replied sarcastically, her quip eliciting a polite laugh from Kennedy just as he felt his phone start to ring in his pocket. \n\n\n\n\nStuffing his wet manhood back into his pants, Kennedy pulled out his phone, the face of his band’s frontman, Jaxson, front and center on the caller ID. \n\n\n\n\n“Dude! Where the fuck are you? We’re on in like 15!” Gracie could hear the angry fennec fox from where she was standing, the she-wolf chuckling to herself as she made her way to the bathroom. \n\n\n\n\nKicking off her shoes, Gracie shuffled out of her pants, the now bottomless wolf tossing her ruined underwear into the green room’s trashcan. She made a mental note to cover them up with some paper or their empty drink cans from earlier lest anyone see them unceremoniously dumped there. \n\n\n\n\n“See ya Kennedy!” She whispered to her lover as she slipped into the small restroom, as the stallion got his berating from his bandmate. \n\n\n\n\n“See ya!” He mouthed back with a wave before the closing door shut off his view of the bottomless she-wolf. \n\n\n\n\n‘And just like that it's all over…back to real life.’ Gracie mused as she flipped the light switch, the whirring fan accompanying the harsh light as she did so. \n\n\n\n\nKennedy tapped the red circle on his phone screen and hung up, the bay stallion letting out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. He could feel the strain of his exertion weighing his limbs down like lead weights. This was not Kennedy’s first time getting some tail before a show, the temporary tiredness was a trade-off for the mental clarity he received after emptying his balls. Taking one last look around the room, he spotted Gracie’s ruined underwear in the trashcan, the half-soaked panties being the clear plastic trashbags only occupant. \n\n\n\n\n‘Ha! I’m going to have a collection of hers soon, but these don’t go on the wall though.’ He joked to himself as he whisked them out and stuffed them in his back pocket.\n\n\n\n\nIt was a part of Gummy Grenade’s fan lore that the band kept all the bras and panties hurled on stage by the women in the crowd. In their recording studio in Jaxson’s house, the donated undergarments adorned one of the large walls of the converted garage space. When a television crew had done a walk-through of the impressive mansion, the blushing band members had explained to the bewildered host of the show ho,w during one of their first recorded live shows a girl had thrown her bra on stage and rather than toss it aside, Jaxson had hung it up on Kennedy’s drum kit. This naturally kick-started a trend amongst female fans and before long there were too many to carry along in the tour bus. It had been their bass player, Isaac who had the idea to put them up on Jaxson’s wall as props for a music video the band had shot in there. The song itself was a tongue-in-cheek recounting of how Jaxson’s last girlfriend had broken up with him after she came home to a raging party going on in the house. \n\n\n\n\n‘I’m sure she won’t miss one of these.’ Kennedy mused, his mind returning to the present as he liberated one of Gracie’s energy drinks from her mini-fridge to stave off his post-sex fatigue.\n\n\n\n\nKennedy opened the can and stepped the short distance to the door, his hooves muffled by the thin carpet. He let out another sigh as he opened it and stared out of the little vestibule of peace and quiet into the chaos of the real world. The stallion took one last look back as he tried to refocus his mind on his show, though despite his best efforts, he found that he could not shake the image of the wolf from his mind. He shook his head as he gently closed the door behind him. Normally a quick fling he could brush off, even an ongoing casual situation, but Gracie’s lingering presence in the stallion’s mind led him to a frustrating but inevitable conclusion. \n\n\n\n\n‘Fuck, I really am falling for you, aren’t I?’ \n\n\n\n\nBack in the Bathroom, Gracie brushed the curtain aside and flipped the water on, dodging the cold stream as she ducked back behind the curtain. The room itself was tiled all in white with a simple light fixture in the middle of the ceiling, with a toilet off to the right, a shower with a white curtain to the left and a basic porcelain sink in the middle with an unframed mirror hung above it. To the right of the mirror hung a large blow dryer in a wall-mounted holder for drying off one’s fur after a shower. Gracie stood in front of the mirror as she stripped out of her shirt. She let out a sigh as she tossed it onto the rim of the sink, the wolf looking herself in the eye as she reached around her back to unhook her bra. \n\n\n\n\n‘Damn thing…’ She grumbled mentally as she fumbled with the clasp. \n\n\n\n\nAfter another moment of fiddling the garment came loose with a satisfying pop as the pressure on her chest was suddenly relieved. Gracie had done an advertising campaign for this company, posing seductively on a large bean bag, wearing nothing but a fancy bra and pair of panties. It was another deal organized by her manager, and while the shiny, silky and lace look was very pretty, Gracie preferred more casual and comfortable clothes. Though she was not about to turn away a steady supply of freebies. \nTossing her bra on top of her shirt the now totally naked she-wolf once again locked eyes with her own reflection in the mirror as the sound of the running water echoed off the tiled walls around her. As she gazed into her own eyes, Gracie couldn’t help but stew over what she had just done. Her body buzzed and hummed pleasantly from the pure physical stimulation of sex, but her mind roiled with a newfound conflict. \n\n\n\n\n‘Is it a mistake to keep doing this with him? I feel like I might be getting too involved…this was supposed to just be a casual thing, but it doesn’t feel very casual anymore…hasn’t for a while if I’m being honest.’ She battled mentally, her inner voice going back and forth with itself. \n\n\n\n\n‘I guess I just feel comfortable around him, I can’t quite put my finger on it…Mom always said that when you find a good one you’ll just know…Do I know? Is this what she meant?’ \n\n\n\n\nSteam and heat began to radiate from the shower, informing Gracie that the water was finally up to temperature as she pulled her gaze away from the mirror. \n\n\n\n\n‘I just have to trust my instincts.’ She told herself, squaring her shoulders and driving off her self-doubt as she pulled the curtain back. \n\n\n\n\nThe hot water felt heavenly as it cascaded through her fur, carrying away the girl’s anxiety and worry. Gracie felt her mind and body relax as one as they fell back into synergy with one another. The first order of business, rather than to remove the evidence of her love-making, was to relieve the pressure in her punished bladder.\n\n\n\n\n‘This is the second time he’s done this to me.’ She asked herself humorously as the wolf opened her stance and added her own stream to the deluge. \n\n\n\n\nAnother shiver of pleasure marched its way up Gracie’s back as she let it loose. The experienced woman knew that it was a good idea to pee after sex anyway. The fat tip of Kenney’s penis repeatedly punching her bladder during sex only helped things along afterwards. But as she finished, the wolf’s attention finally shifted to the sperm soaked into her fur from her impressively fecund lover. Water was insufficient for this task, and soon the wolf’s lover half, front and back were covered in lovely floral floral-scented bubbles as she scrubbed Kennedy’s signature out of her intimate fur. \n\n\n\n\n‘Gosh how do horses make so much? Where do they keep it all…Definitely wrapping him up if I ever need to be anywhere afterwards.’ She mused as she struggled with the loofa to cleanse her nether regions.\n\n\n\n\n‘Gah! Even under my tail!? Uggh, it's all over my ass too!’ Her inner voice continued as her frustration mounted, her hands frantically working to scrub her tush clean of the sticky horse spunk. \n\n\n\n\nFinally, Gracie allowed the hot water to carry away the bubbles to reveal her progress. She had gotten most of it and the few spots that still remained were easily washed away. Though as she turned her back to the water and reached down to check between her legs, her fingers came up glistening with fresh semen as the generous volume still held within her vagina steadily escaped. \n\n\n\n\n‘Uggh, it's gonna soak right through my bottoms, isn’t it?’ She asked herself rhetorically as she went down there for another cleaning, this time trying to push as much of the potent load out of her snatch as possible. \n\n\n\n\n‘Damn, didn’t know I could hold so much in there…’ Gracie’s mind pondered, her thoughts fringed with humor as she felt the silky fluid flow out of her.\n\n\n\n\n The amount of the pearly white batter that ran down her inner thighs required another cleaning with the soap, the bathroom now totally filled with its floral smell. \n\n\n\n\n“Clean as it's gonna get.” She grumbled to herself as she washed the last of the suds out of her fur and shut the water off. \n\n\n\n\nThe cold tile sent ice bolts up Gracie’s spine as she stepped out of the shower, the bathroom filled with a healthy level of steam. The mirror had been totally fogged over even as the fan did its best to evacuate the steam. The sound of running water was soon replaced by the rush of air from the blowdryer as Gracie set about drying off her dense pelt. With the shower off the fan soon succeeded in removing the swirling steam and even the mirror began to clear up. Gracie was thankful for the extra powerful blower as the standard ones took forever to dry her fur. The warm air felt lovely under her tail as she dried her butt and sent a wave of comfort rolling over her body as she pointed it between her legs. Soon her whole body was dry, her fur nice and fluffy, its color shining along with her bright blonde hair. \n\n\n\n\n‘Guess I’m going commando…’ She mused as she remembered that she had tossed her panties before the shower. \n\n\n\n\nGracie shuffled into her pants, stuffing her naked rear end into the denim before zipping them up. She didn’t bother with her bra as she put her shirt back on, she knew that she’d be removing it again soon anyway as she dressed for the stage. She didn’t care that the cotton of her basic t-shirt telegraphed her nipples, her stylists had seen her tits before plenty of times, dolling her up for risque photoshoots. \nAs she stepped out of the bathroom, Gracie was reminded of just how humid the cramped space still was as the cool air of the green room filled her lungs and lifted the humid weight off her body. Tossing her bra onto the counter at the makeup station, Gracie retrieved her phone as she plopped herself back on the couch. \n\n\n\n\n“I’m ready to get started with make-up and fur.” She typed out to Theresa, the wolf letting her phone flop down on her belly as she enjoyed her final few moments of peace. \n\n\n\n\n“Okay, we’ll head back.” Came the response a few seconds later, though Gracie didn’t bother reading it as the buzzing of the phone against her belly told her everything she needed to know. \n\n\n\n\nThe wolf took another brief moment to psyche herself up before lifting her body off the sofa. With quiet resignation, she collected the small farm of empty cans from the table and moved to toss them into the trash. Looking down into the waist-high black plastic bin, she noticed the clear plastic bag was once again empty. \n\n\n\n\n‘Tch, pervert.’ She joked to herself as she tossed the empty aluminum inside. \n\n\n\n\n‘Another wouldn’t hurt…’ Her mind continued as she felt a similar post-coital fatigue set in over her body. \n\n\n\n\nThe soft, comforting embrace of the hotel bed seemed to call to her from across the city as she retrieved another caffeine and sugar-laden beverage from her stock. This time, Gracie sat herself down in the chair in front of the mirror just as her team stepped through the door. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh good, you're already sitting.” Theresa said aimlessly as she replaced Gracie on the sofa, the mouse choosing to give the stylists their space to work. \n\n\n\n\nThe small team consisting of Jessica, her hair and fur stylist, Andrea, the makeup artist, and Leah, her wardrobe stylist, descended on the wolf to begin the process of transforming her from Gracie into Alya. Jessica, a svelte leopard, set out her collection of brushes and combs as Andrea, a fawn-colored rabbit, unleashed her arsenal of makeup. Leah had Alya’s outfit secured in a suit bag, the skilled Aussie shepherd had spent weeks tailoring the outfit to Gracie’s body, it was her creative vision that the wolf would be wearing out on stage. Before the girls could descend on her with their various tools, Leah slid the suit bag’s zipper down to reveal the fruits of her labor. \n\n\n\n\n“You’re gonna kill it out there with this one girl.” Andria said, the rabbit nodding her head as she observed the two piece outfit. \n\n\n\n\nGracie had seen it in person a handful of times, but now, as she observed the beautiful golden and stone-studded outfit, she couldn’t help but be in awe. The bottoms were a flattering but still respectable bikini cut with rhinestone-studded gold frills hanging down from hips to around the back. The entire waist line sparkled as it too was imbued with the shimmering stones that Gracie knew would dazzle under the lights. The top was a similar brilliant, slick gold with sparkly gems connected by a gold ring in the middle between the two cups. Over this top, she would wear a short, somewhat baggy jacket that was likewise embellished. Leah blushed as the other girls beheld her work with reverence. Gracie’s round of tour outfits had been a major success but this one was sure to make headlines and they all knew it. Even Theresa looked up from her busy work to take note, she too had seen it before, but now having the whole ensemble together was impressive. \n\n\n\n\n“So here you go I’ll let you go get changed, per usual, I’ve included some safety undies just in case.” The shepherd’s blush increased as Gracie grabbed hold of the hanger, only then did she realize that the other girls too had begun to wear awkward looks. \n\n\n\n\n‘Why the hell are they being so weird all of a sudden?’ Gracie thought to herself as she slipped back into the bathroom. \n\n\n\n\n‘Did they see Kennedy walking out or something? I thought I cleaned up all the evidence, did I miss something?’ Her mind continued to ponder as she discarded her old clothes and once again stood naked in front of the mirror. \n\n\n\n\n‘Gah! How can there STILL be more!’ She silently cursed as she noticed a small strand of cum stuck to her inner thigh as it dripped from her slit. \n\n\n\n\nWith a grumble, she wiped it away and tossed the paper into a small trash can next to the toilet before slipping into her outfit, before her thoughts could spoil the big moment. The gold outfit complemented her light fur tones perfectly as she observed herself in the small mirror. Leah had worked her magic yet again, the sight of her new outfit working to quell the frustrations that had begun to build up. \n\n\n\n\n‘Wow, my ass looks great in this…’ The wolf mused as she turned and gently shook her butt in front of the mirror. The flattering bikini cut of the bottoms as well as the jeweled gold strands that hung over her tush revealed just enough of her bottom to be alluring and sexy without going over the top.\n\n\n\n\nAfter another moment of silent admiration, Gracie broke her gaze away from the mirror, her mind returning to the practical task of her preparations.\n\n\n\n\n‘Alright, let's do this.’ She thought, her mind focusing a sense of determination welling up as Gracie channeled the energy of Alya’s fierce persona. \n\n\n\n\nStepping back out into the green room, her presence interrupted a series of giggles from her entourage. Gracie took a deep breath as the others beheld her in her full regalia. With her lungs filling with air through her nose, only then did the she-wolf understand why the others had suddenly become so awkward. \n\n\n\n\n‘Fuck, it still smells like sex in here!’ Her inner voice shouted as her mind came to the shattering realization. \n\n\n\n\nIndeed, the air was heavy with the heady and unmistakable smells of raw and unprotected sex. The intermingled scents of male and female blending and intermixing hung in the tiny atmosphere, condensed and concentrated, ripe for the sensitive noses of her crew to detect. At that moment, Gracie wanted nothing more than to duck back into the bathroom and hide until the festival was over and everyone else had left. Her embarrassment rose like a flash flood threatening to overwhelm her. Three sets of eyes bore into her, their owners' faces wearing knowing looks that told her that she’d been caught and that she wasn’t getting out of it until she divulged all the juicy details. Theresa knew immediately as she walked in the room, but the experienced manager knew better than to pry. She knew that she’d have to have words with Gracie later, but for now the mouse was content to spare her blushes as best she could. \n\n\n\n\n‘You know what, fuck it, I’m tired of being ashamed…might as well give them what they want to hear.’ Gracie mused as her emotions were suddenly salvaged by a sudden, fierce burst of determination. \n\n\n\n\nFlipping her hair back, the tall she-wolf strode up to the stool with confidence in her step. She knew that the only difference between fake confidence and real confidence was that she was the only one who knew she was faking it. Sitting herself down on the chair she watched as the two girls descended on her. Jessica took up position behind with her hair brush as Andrea broke out her eye liner palette. The women worked in silence, occasionally passing each other knowing glances as they tried to work out who would make the first move. Gracie detested the awkward silence, she knew that she was about to be interrogated, but if she could break it then she just might have the upper hand. Summoning the diva energy of Alya, Gracie spoke up. \n\n\n\n\n“Ugh, don’t ever get involved with rock stars.” She said in a tone of faux exasperation. \n\n\n\n\nGracie could almost hear both women mentally shouting “FINALLY!” as she started to divulge the details. \n\n\n\n\n“I’m sure some of them are okay.” Jessica spoke as she brushed Gracie’s golden blonde hair and shot another look at Andrea as she prepared to start applying makeup. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh honey, this boy has been after me for months now, do you know what that's like? I felt so bad that I just had to let him have a taste, just so he knows what he can’t have.” Gracie summoned a nonchalant, aloof tone that she almost never used in real conversation. She hated being this person, but the aura that Alya gave off was working. \n\n\n\n\nAndrea and Jessica giggled as they went about their work with Jessica starting the job of brushing out the wolf’s tail, a task made easier by her earlier shower. \n\n\n\n\n“That's how you have to treat these boys, give them just enough to keep coming back for more.” Gracie continued as Andrea moved in with the metallic eyeliner. \n\n\n\n\n“But I thought you didn’t like him, whoever he is.” Jessica spoke up as she held and brushed Gracie’s tail, the last part of her sentence Gracie understood, was obvious bait. \n\n\n\n\n“Heh, I like it when they’re desperate, makes ‘em try harder.” Gracie replied with pure smugness in her voice. \n\n\n\n\n“So…who was it?” Andrea asked as she went back in for more color, her question causing both girls to pause their work. \n\n\n\n\n“Promise you won’t tell?” \n\n\n\n\nBoth women swore to secrecy as Theresa just rolled her eyes on the couch. She understood Gracie’s gambit well enough but was still content to spare the wolf the humiliation. \n\n\n\n\n“Okay, You know the drummer from Gummy Grenade?” Gracie said with a smug grin. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh my god, my sister LOVES that band!” Andrea exclaimed, her eyes going wide and her ears perking right up. \n\n\n\n\n“Wow, what a catch! He’s so hot.” Jessica added, though Gracie could tell that the leopard was considerably less excited about the hookup than Andrea. \n\n\n\n\n“Do you think you could introduce me to them? My sister would go crazy if I got her their autographs!” Andrea said, her voice still lively and energetic. \n\n\n\n\n‘Pffff yeah right, the only thing you want autographed are your ovaries.’ Gracie mused as she watched the rabbit’s tail wag violently behind her. \n\n\n\n\n“I’ll see what I can do.” She replied instead, the wolf giving her stylist a look that told the girl that the pop star knew what she was up to.\n\n\n\n\nJust as Leah had worked her magic with the outfit, Andrea and Jessica had worked theirs on Gracie’s fur. From the brilliant gold eyeliner to the subtle sparkles of glitter throughout her fur the wolf shone and sparkled. As she looked into the mirror, Gracie beheld Alya in her full glory, the striking look taking her somewhat aback. \n\n\n\n\n“Alright, we’re on in fifteen, let's start making our way out.” Theresa spoke in a commanding voice as she grabbed everyone’s focus. \n\n\n\n\nGracie let out a sigh as she mentally flipped through the set list she had written out, her brain tracking all the lyrics and the dance moves. So much time and effort had gone into this moment, so many long days of rehearsals and fittings all leading up to now. The march to the stage was only a few dozen yards, but the walk felt like an eternity as time seemed to slow around her. The buzz of the speakers and roar of the crowd built and built in her ear until she and Theresa arrived backstage. Gracie could see the lights of her stage illuminated as the background dancers all gathered in their places, some of them casting glances as the famous she-wolf standing by waiting for her queue. One of the stagehands passed her a microphone as Theresa leaned her ear into a headset. \n\n\n\n\n“Alright girl, ten, nine, eight…”\n\n\n\n\nGracie could hear the intro music kicking on, the crowd starting to rise in volume as Theresa continued her countdown. \n\n\n\n\n“Four, three, two…” The mouse pointed with her finger and gestured towards the stage. \n\n\n\n\nOnce more summoning Alya, Gracie took a deep breath as she began her march just as the music kicked in properly. The lights cast down upon her gilded figure as she stepped out onto the stage, the mic held high above her head, a fierce look dominating her face as the bright flames of the pyrotechnics heralded her arrival. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEpilogue\n\n\n\n\nGracie lounged, legs spread on the couch in her green room. The show had gone exactly to plan, no technical difficulties, and the fans had eaten it up. The wolf basked in the relief and satisfaction of finally having done it after so much preparation. Her gilded outfit was safely tucked away back in its suit bag and now she was dressed casually, and commando in a pair of sweatpants and tank top. A cold wine cooler chilled her left hand as a lit cigarette adorned her right. Gracie hardly ever smoked, but after such a show, she couldn’t help but bum one from Theresa. The neurotic mouse currently paced in front of Gracie as she took a drag off her smoke, her shrill voice ruining the relaxing atmosphere. \n\n\n\n\n“How the HELL can you be so reckless? With…with…with KENNEDY of all people! I shouldn’t have to tell you about his reputation!” She scolded as she walked a steady track back and forth. \n\n\n\n\n“What if you had been seen? What if the press caught word of this huh? Right before your big tour is NOT the time for a SEX SCANDAL young lady!” The mouse continued, her own ranting making her even angrier. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh piss off Theresa, I just went out there and kicked ass you could at least be somewhat happy about that.” Gracie finally snapped back as she let out a cloud of smoke. \n\n\n\n\n“Oh yeah? Well, it won’t count for squat if you go and throw it all away! And it's not even all about the press! What if you get pregnant?” Theresa shouted, the short rodent barely able to force the word “pregnant” out of her mouth. \n\n\n\n\nGracie rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her beverage. \n\n\n\n\n“Look, I’m not even CLOSE to being in heat okay? So stop worrying about what I do would you?” \n\n\n\n\n“Gracie, you know that it can happen at ANY time!” \n\n\n\n\nThe wolf shook her head as she went back to the cigarette, her manager did have a point, albeit a small one. Gracie knew that she technically could go into heat at any time of the year and that some women tended to ovulate during sex even if it wasn’t their season. The risk was small, but it had happened in the past. \n\n\n\n\n‘Geez, she reminds me of mom when she caught me in the back seat of Dave’s car after homecoming that one year…’ Gracie mused, chuckling slightly at what was now a humorous memory. \n\n\n\n\n“Look, I’ll be careful alright! Its not like I’m just fucking random people or anything!” Gracie said in a desperate measure to placate her manager. \n\n\n\n\nBut the effort was useless as Theresa continued to steam and brew. Placing the cigarette in her mouth, Gracie whipped out her phone and opened her messages, preparing a text for Kennedy. \n\n\n\n\n“Theresa is freaking out right now lol.” She typed, setting the device back down in her lap as she turned her attention back to the pacing mouse. \n\n\n\n\n“If you’re gonna keep doing…this. Then I’m adding condoms and plan-b to your fucking rider, I swear.” \n\n\n\n\nGracie’s phone buzzed as the reply from Kennedy came through. Theresa groaned as she saw the wolf’s attention turn to the screen and away from her. \n\n\n\n\n“About what? Everything okay?” He asked. \n\n\n\n\n“Lol yeah, we just got busted is all so she’s pissed.” \n\n\n\n\n“Oh shit! Sorry about that, did she smell us or something?” \n\n\n\n\n“Yeah, I feel like I’m about to get grounded lmao.” \n\n\n\n\n“Gracie!” Theresa shouted in an attempt to get the wolf’s attention back. \n\n\n\n\n“Uggh, What!?” She snapped back indignantly, pulling her snout out of the phone.\n\n\n\n\n“Are you even listening to me? You can’t go on tour with a big giant baby belly sticking out, and I am NOT about to have you push out a foal in nine months, I’m serious!” Theresa had stopped her pacing, the desperate look on the mouse’s face informing Gracie that her manager was indeed absolutely serious.\n\n\n\n\n“Huh? You know what, fine…FINE, whatever makes you happy.” The she-wolf replied indignantly as she returned her focus to her conversation with Kennedy. \n\n\n\n\n“Uggh, you remind me of my daughter sometimes…What kind of condoms do you want? Ribbed, ultra thin…flavored? Just tell me so I can add them.” Theresa moaned in an exasperated voice. \n\n\n\n\n“Theresa…” Gracie whined back in an obviously annoyed tone as the mouse picked up her tablet off the makeup station. \n\n\n\n\n“Fine, I’ll just get you a variety and then you can tell me later what you like…those ribbed ones would probably kill you on a boy like him…” The last part of her sentence the mouse muttered under her breath, it was supposed to be just a thought, but somehow it had slipped out. \n\n\n\n\nGracie snorted at Theresa’s quip, it was a rare bit of humor from the mouse, and she was glad for it as she heard the older woman start to chuckle at her own half baked joke as well. Glad that the animosity had dissipated, Gracie took another drink and pulled from her smoke before finally switching back to Kennedy. \n\n\n\n\n“Well, if you’re grounded, then I’ll just have to come by and throw rocks at your window until you let me in.” The stallion typed, capping off his message with a winking emoji. \n\n\n\n\n“Lol alright, Imperial Hotel, top floor, corner penthouse 2A, any time after midnight.” Gracie replied, the wolf biting her lower lip as she sneakily set up another meeting for the pair of them. \n\n\n\n\nHer eyes focused on the three little dots that indicated his typing, the longer they appeared, the more her heart rate increased until the message finally appeared on her screen. \n\n\n\n\n“See you then.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warm, late spring air enveloped Gracie’s face as she stepped off the tour bus. Already she could hear the bassy thump of music in the distance from the ongoing festival as the orange light from the setting sun bathed her face. Flocked by her entourage, the she-wolf only had a moment to take in the ambiance before being ushered inside one of the cavernous serviceways of the massive venue. Throngs of people of all different species came and went from the spacious concrete and steel corridor in the venue’s backstage area. Men and women with black shirts reading “STAFF” coming and going in varying states of urgency, their radios clamoring with indecipherable babble. The floor was snaked with wires and cables of various gauges, some of which threatened to trip the young wolf as she walked over them. Most of the staff were too engaged in their work to bother noticing another talent walking past. Those that did sheepishly avoided Gracie’s gaze as she passed them by. During her first tour the sight of how nervous her very presence made some people had filled Gracie with embarrassment, shame even. And while a part of her still twinged at seeing people attempt to make themselves as anonymous and unseen as possible around her, experience had forced the young star to learn to just go with it.
The music grew louder as the small ensemble passed by one of the stages. Gracie wasn’t quite sure which act was up there, the set list the organizers had published had been so cluttered that one needed a magnifying glass to read the names all the way at the bottom. This would be her second time playing this particular festival. “Pulsar” it was called and the last time her name had been sandwiched right in the middle with a font just big enough to read. Now, with the release of her second studio album, Alya was right there at the top. It was surreal to the young she-wolf to see it there. Even though it was just a stage name, headlining such a major festival still didn’t quite register fully. Pulsar was the big kickoff of the summer festival and concert circuit for hers and a few other major music labels. Careers were born on the stages there, and any aspiring artist hoping to make it big dreamed of being given the opportunity. It wasn’t all that long ago that Gracie herself had been one of the many thousands in the audience cheering, dancing, and wishing for the chance to join the exclusive club.  








“Okay, we have a few hours before you’re up so just hang out here for a while, get something to drink, get a shower, do whatever you need to do.” Theresa, Gracie’s manager who was a slim and somewhat neurotic mouse said as she opened the door to her talent’s assigned green room.


        
The door was a basic white slab with the number “3” printed in black. Beneath the number was a plain piece of copy paper with the word “Alya” printed in large bold letters taped at the corners. Thankfully, the narrow hallway that housed the talent green rooms was somewhat calmer than the service corridors behind the stage as even most of the backstage staff didn’t have access to this part of the venue. After several hours on the plane and then immediately getting onto the tour bus, Gracie was ready to toss her body down on the sofa and down a few energy drinks and stuff her snout full of snacks.
The room itself was rather simple, just a white painted cinder block box with a basic drop ceiling. A plush looking gray couch was pushed up against the right wall with a squat coffee table in front of it. Against the other wall was a makeup station complete with illuminated mirrors, a row of stools and a bench for the supplies. There was another white door in the middle of the far wall, beyond it was a small bathroom with a toilet and rather cramped shower. A bowl of fresh fruit sat on the table as well as a basket of various snacks and candies along with a glass-doored mini-fridge pushed up against the sofa. As Gracie slumped down on the couch and slid her phone from her purse, Theresa scanned the room to make sure the staff had kitted the space out per Gracie’s rider. The mouse muttered to herself as she went about the task while the small entourage of make-up artists, her hair and fur stylist, as well as her wardrobe stylist set about setting up the make-up station.  




“These are supposed to be sugar free!” Theresa groaned as she inspected the mini-fridge and pulled out one of the energy drinks.




Sure enough, the narrow vessel was a dark blue rather than the light blue found on the sugar-free version.




“It’s fine Theresa, just hand me one please.” Gracie said in an exasperated voice, she knew that the high-strung mouse was about to blow the simple mistake way out of proportion.


        
“To you maybe, but this just shows that they didn’t pay attention to your rider! What else did they miss I wonder?” Annoyance was angry in the older woman’s voice as she held the drink and used the can as a pointer to emphasize her grievance.




“Can I just have it please?” Gracie asked again, the weariness and impatience with her manager’s antics was clear in her voice as she reached out and made it obvious that she wasn’t in the mood to hear the rant that was brewing in the woman’s brain.




“Fine, fine, I’ll just log it in my report later I guess.” Theresa huffed and handed over the cold beverage.




The room’s occupants breathed a collective sigh of relief as Gracie succeeded in sating Theresa’s rage. Leaning back against the sofa the she-wolf cracked open the can and took a long, refreshing sip as she scrolled on her phone. Clips and pictures of the festival were already circulating on social media and many of her fans were posting from the audience. She could also see people in the backgrounds of other pictures wearing her merch, some even from her new album.
All of those long hours in the studio over the winter had paid off, as when it was released, “No Guarantees” had shot to the top of the charts. The album had an overall slightly edgier tone and a bit more spice in the vocals. A lot of Gracie’s frustrations and shattered illusions had gone into the writing and it was obvious that each song was full of vibrant emotion. Her first album had been more of a traditional pop record, her songs cheery and bouncy and full of the naive optimism that she carried into the industry. That record had done well and had also topped the charts but only stayed there for a few days. “No Guarantees” had lodged itself at number one for over two weeks and showed no signs of being topped any time soon. This show would be the first stop on a long summer tour as “Alya” cemented herself as a household name. The radio stations had been playing the singles for weeks and streaming services were raking in millions of listeners and now her growing hoard of adoring fans would get to hear it live for the first time.  




‘And to think that just a few years ago I’d probably be in that crowd…’ She mused while taking another long sip.




The energy drink was starting to have its effect as Gracie felt her tail start to wag beneath her and her paw start to twitch. The caffeine was essential if she wished to put on a proper show, but right as she went for a third sip a message popped up at the top of her screen.




“Hey, I just walked by the door to your green room, you alone?”




It was Kennedy, the drummer from the band “Gummy Grenade” that she’d hooked up with one time during the production of their respective new albums. His band was also headlining the festival to start the tour for their new record “Two to Tango”. Gracie chuckled to herself when she first saw the album cover. That night after the two were finished she had let the stallion keep the pair of panties she’d been wearing. At the time Kennedy had quipped that he’d use them in the next album cover. Sure enough there they were, the red bikini cut panties were clear to see in the background hanging from the post of the headboard above the bed. The cover itself depicted a rear view of a naked gray and black she-wolf straddling a white and black spotted stallion as he lay on his back. The band had placed the parental advisory sticker right over the woman’s butt and had the album name airbrushed in colorful bubble font over her tail like a tramp-stamp. The room was very obviously a messy boys room and the whole album was designed to give off a teenage angst vibe, which it successfully did. Some of the foreign versions however, had a limited edition uncensored front cover, with copies already selling online for triple digits.  
 On the flight over, Gracie had wondered to herself if she might see Kennedy in person so that she could tease him about the album. Though the wolf was self aware enough to accept that she had more planned for their eventual meeting than just some casual banter. Gracie had spent the night at his place after they’d hooked up at the studio, and in the time since had maintained a flirty but still casual friendship with benefits via text. It was plain to both of them that neither one was finished with the other just yet. Though the two celebrities' schedules had thus far prohibited them from picking up where they’d left off. When Gracie had seen that his band was also headlining Pulsar, the she-wolf had allowed herself the slimmest of hopes that she might at least get the chance to indulge herself.




“No, manager and make-up people are in here too, give me a sec.” She typed out, her heart increasing its pace as Gracie knew that the stallion was planning on more than just a polite hello.  




Looking up from her phone, Gracie could see that the make-up station was finished being kitted out. Her group of stylists stood together, chatting and laughing amongst themselves while Theresa tapped away on her tablet with her usual look of concern and focus. She felt bad for what she was about to do, but she needed privacy.




“Hey guys, um sorry to ask but, do you think I could get the room to myself for a bit? I just want to unwind a bit before the show.”




The mild conversation in the room stopped immediately as Gracie spoke and Theresa looked up from her tablet. Gracie’s rank as a VIP talent commanded their undivided and immediate attention and her requests were meant to be adhered to like a general’s.




“Sure, no problem.” The mouse said in an unbothered voice as she looked up from her work.




“Come on girls, everybody out!” She politely commanded the rest of the entourage even though they had already started to make their way to the door.




The group of stylists were unbothered by the request as it meant that they were free to roam backstage and watch some of the other acts perform. Theresa would probably find a chair somewhere backstage and continue doing whatever work she had gotten stuck into. Gracie knew that she had plenty of time to do whatever she wanted with the stallion before it was time for her to go out and perform. Everything was already set up, from the visuals to the pyro to the background dancers, all that was left was her. The weight of it all threatened to drag her down into a pit of anxiety, though she knew that the key to relieving it was standing just outside the door.
Kennedy ducked behind a stack of crates as he watched the door to Alya’s green room. He knew from her text that the she-wolf was asking her entourage to give her some privacy. He’d been in the game long enough to understand how it all worked. Gracie wasn’t the first fellow celebrity he’d shared this kind of relationship with. Sure enough, a few moments later, the door opened and the small group of women departed without spotting the stallion hidden just a few yards away. The door closed again, and his phone buzzed in his hand.




‘That’ll be her’ He mused as he looked down at the device.




Sure enough, a message from Gracie simply reading “safe” popped up.




Only a few seconds had passed since the white door gently closed behind her manager when its hinges creaked open again. Gracie had still been looking at her phone, waiting for a response from Kennedy, when the tall equine strolled into the room. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans with a black tank top with his band’s logo of a stylized gummy pineapple grenade.




“Hey you!” He said in a cheery voice with a smile as he watched Gracie lift herself off the couch and bound over, her golden tail already starting to wag behind her.




“I was wondering if I’d get to see you!” The canine replied with a smile as she tossed her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the soft tip of his nose.




Kennedy wasn’t shy in returning the hug with the stallion wrapping one hand around her back while grabbing a handful of tush with the other. Gracie let the rockstar feel her up as much as he wanted back there, she savored the feeling of his taking whatever it wanted.




“Well I couldn’t NOT come by and at least say hello.” Kennedy said through a sarcastic grin, both of them knew that the horse was there for more than that.




“You know I appreciate it.” Gracie replied softly as the pair released each other. She tried to convey her genuine emotion in her tone, as despite understanding and accepting what this meeting was, a large part of the she-wolf was glad to just have Kennedy’s company, and nothing else.




“Heh, you go pretty light with the rider huh?” The stallion observed as he looked around the green room and mentally compared it to his.




“We go pretty crazy with ours.” He continued with a chuckle as he pictured the full bottles of liquor standing proud in the band’s green room waiting to be half-drunk and then smuggled onto the tour bus.




“Ha! No doubt, I’ve heard a few stories from Theresa about the state you’ve left a few hotel rooms in!” Gracie joked as she rooted around in the mini-fridge.




“Oh God, I forgot that she was your manager…” Kennedy visibly cringed and covered his face with his hands as he remembered the strict old rodent.




Below the row of energy drinks was a stash of bubbly fruit flavored wine coolers. Gracie wasn’t above a few boozy beverages after a show, as far as she was concerned a few drinks was one of the least destructive means of relief that someone like her might employ to ease the stress of performing.




“Uh huh, was she just as neurotic back when she was with you guys?” She asked as she stood up and handed Kennedy one of the cans of fruity alcohol.




“Oh yeah, we almost gave her a heart attack like once a week!” The bay equine joked as he accepted it.




The blonde wolf let out a sigh as she once more flopped down on the sofa, her body bouncing gently from the impact. She had just about stopped moving when Kennedy plonked himself down next to her and cracked his beverage open. Together the pair each let out a sigh as they slouched and placed their feet up on the table. Kennedy’s equine hooves let out a gentle thunk as he set them down on the wooden surface as Gracie crossed her paws next to him, one of them bouncing slightly from the caffeine.


        
“So how does it feel?” Kennedy asked after a brief silence.




“What do you mean?” Gracie said, turning her head to ponder up at him.




“You know! Your new album, it's taken off pretty good it seems.” There was a beaming pride in the stallion's voice as he spoke that made it evident that he was proud of the young she-wolf for her achievement.




“Yeah…it's doing pretty well I guess.” Gracie seemed to shy away from the idea of her success as she took another sip. Although the canine had grown accustomed to the idea of fame, seeing her career rocket upwards like it had in the last several weeks had caused a lot of her earlier anxieties to steadily creep back in.




“Ha! Top of the charts for weeks now, guaranteed to go at least gold and probably platinum at some point, headlining Pulsar with some of the largest established names in the music…Yeah I’d say you’ve made it to the big leagues now girl.” Kennedy chuckled as he took a big swig from his can.




“You’ll be a household name by the end of the summer.” He added in a matter-of-fact voice as he put his arm around Gracie’s back.




“That's what scares me though…”




It was plain to hear in Gracie’s voice that her worry was genuine. Already her life had been permanently altered, there were so many freedoms that she once took for granted that had been restricted. Simple things like going out with friends or clothes shopping, dating or any other kind of social activity. Everything was scrutinized, her every movement tracked by photographers seeking to intrude upon her private life. Now, with her name soaring in popularity, the crowds of paparazzi hounding her would be even greater, the restrictions on her freedom of movement even greater than it already was.




“Hey I get it, I remember when it happened to us. You know…everyone deals with it in their own way, you’ll figure it out soon enough.” The stallion’s voice took on a reassuring air as he lowered his arm and gently pulled her in close.




Gracy let herself be tucked in next to Kennedy, the horse’s solid body and warmth were comforting as her mind struggled with the stress.




“Look, you’re going to kick ass tonight, make a shit ton of money, and then move on to the next one, at least that's the way I think about it.” He added with a gentle pat to her shoulder.




“Its not the show I’m worried about, it's…after. I mean…you know how it is! How they never leave you alone, how you have to have guards everywhere you go…just the whole weight of being…her ya’ know?”




“Oh I get it, I’ve been in this business for a while now. It…does get better though, after a while at least.” Kennedy continued to reassure Gracie as he felt her body lean more and more against his.




“Yeah, I hope so…” The wolf’s voice was nearly a whisper as he  leaned the entirety of her weight against his frame.




“So uh, when do you think Theresa and the others will be back?” Kennedy asked after another momentary pause as the stallion searched for a way to politely reintroduce their original topic.




“Hmph, whenever I tell them to come back.” Gracie let out a sarcastic snort as she understood the horse’s message.




Kennedy gave Gracie another pat on the shoulder, this time to let the she-wolf know that he was about to make his move. Gracie had already started to rise when she’d felt it and was somewhat surprised to see him lifting himself off the sofa rather than waiting for her to get down between his knees.




“Wha-oh…” She whispered as she sat herself back down.




“Heh, I figured you could use it.” Kennedy said with a chuckle, his face wearing a naughty smile as he set his can down on top of the fridge before he dropped himself between Gracie’s legs instead.




“Yeah…you’re not wrong there.” The wolf returned with a mildly embarrassed chuckle of her own as Kennedy rested his chin on her zipper flap.




The weight of the stallion’s head in her lap already provided a great deal of comfort on its own. But with the room all to themselves for a while, there was no way that Gracie was going to just leave it at that.




“You smell nice.” Kennedy said in a polite, almost innocent voice as he gently inhaled through his nose.




“Ha, liar! I’ve been stuck sitting down in a plane and on a tour bus all day.” Gracie teased as she ran her fingers through the coarse fur of Kennedy’s black mane.




“Pff, it's like you don’t even know me…” He taunted back as he gingerly pressed his nose down into her groin.




“Hmm yeah, I forgot that you’re freaky like that…” The wolf’s voice took on a deeper and more sultry tone as she spoke, her legs opening to grant her lover access as she slouched her body further back onto the sofa.




“Hey…hand me a drink before you start.” She added after a brief pause with her fingers delivering gentle little scratches to Kennedy’s velvety nose.




“No problem.” The stallion nodded, his voice straining a little as he reached over next to the sofa where the minni-fridge was placed.




“Here.” He said as he handed Gracie one of her fruity canned cocktails.




“Thanks, I uh, normally don’t drink before concerts but, ya know…” Gracie explained, her snout showing a bit of blush through her fur as she cracked the can open.


        
“Heh, yeah I get ya.” Kennedy replied, his voice somewhat absent as his fingers fiddled with the wolf’s zipper.




The cold beverage bubbled and tickled Gracie’s tongue as she savored the sweet fruitiness and the subtle hint of alcohol. Below her waist, she could feel the stallion working her zipper down, the sound buzzing in her ears as she prepared herself mentally for what she was about to receive. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt the button pop open, the canine lifting her legs up to make Kennedy’s job easier as he tugged the denim jeans off her waist. The air felt cool against her fur as it now found itself free of its denim prison, her once well-kept coat now ruffled and spiked. Kennedy only removed her pants down to her knees before ducking his head under them and pressing his nose into the soft mound between Gracie’s legs.




“Purple looks good on you.” He complimented her in a gentle voice as he noted the color of her underwear.




“Thanks, I thought they might clash.” Gracie replied in a cheeky tone as she took another sip of her drink.




“Hmph, I think they’re cute.” Kennedy chuffed as he wiggled his nose against the squishy mound underneath the damp cotton.




The feeling of the stallion’s heavy breaths against her crotch sent a shiver up the wolf’s spine. She had forgotten just how much volume his lungs had as his chest swelled with lungfuls of her scent. Kennedy likewise had forgotten just how intoxicating Gracie in particular was to him. His olfactory senses were saturated with her natural smell as he breathed deeply of her, the she-wolf’s panties the only barrier between his sensitive nose and her womanhood.




‘Ahhhh yeah…still one of the best…’ The stallion mused, his brain swimming with erotic anticipation as he flooded it with her essence.




Both partners cast their minds back to the night of their first meeting where they had found themselves in a similar position, and though months had passed since that night, the passion they had each found had not faded. Though they had not had the chance to meet up since owing to busy schedules in the run-up to their respective new music releases. But as they both savored their respective sensations, they were each reminded of why the other had not faded from their minds. Kennedy couldn’t resist a quick lick against the fabric, his fat tongue causing Gracie’s body to shudder and wiggle as her senses were set alight.  




“Mmm, fuck…” Gracie’s voice oozed pure desperation as she set her legs down on Kennedy’s shoulders, her butt still shuffling against the sofa cushion as a result of the slow lick against her pussy.




Kennedy’s taste buds were flooded with the sweaty flavor of a pent-up she-wolf, the stress of her big show and tour coupled with being cooped up in tight jeans and sitting in a chair all day, lending her a distinctly potent and arousing taste. Reaching under her tush, the stallion tucked his fingers under Gracie’s waistband and lifted her panties up and off her rear end. The fabric peeled off her by now wet and eager womanhood as the stallion slid the purple undies up her legs until they joined her jeans behind his head.




“Heh, I see you trimmed up huh.” He asked rhetorically with a mischievous smile as he savored the image of her naked privates, the wolf’s fluffy golden tail wagging gentle from underneath her bottom.




“Y-yeah, for the tour.” Gracie replied sheepishly as a wave of nervous excitement rushed over her. She could not only feel the air on her bits, but the feeling of the stallion’s big eyes taking it all in caused a flurry of excitement in her body.




“Why, you plan on showing her off to your crowds of adoring fans?” Kennedy joked as he leaned his nose in.




“Ugh, NO! It's so I don’t have you know…a big bush sticking out of my shorts!”  




Kennedy heard the wolf’s words but his eyes and attention were focused on the thin strip of pink flesh poking out between the velvety lips between her legs. He could hear her begin to speak again, though he cut her sentence off before she could start with another long, slow lap from his wide tongue. Gracie’s brain short-circuited from the lick, her body tensed, and her breath caught in her throat as she let out a desperate gasp. Kennedy reveled in his handiwork as he watched her body react, his mind beaming with masculine pride as her unobstructed flavor saturated his tongue.




“You know, that would be so hot though.” He spoke up from between her thighs as he felt her muscles relax.




“Huh?” Gracie replied, their previous topic of conversation gone out of her mind.




“If you had a big bush sticking out of your shorts, a lot of female country singers in the 70s and 80s did that.”




“Oh, gross!” Gracie shook her head at the thought.




“No seriously! A lot of guys still think it's hot!” Kennedy traced a triangle with his fingers from the top of Gracie’s bikini line up to just under her belly button.




“Just a patch of fluff like this, a lot of guys think it looks more natural.” He continued.  




“A lot of guys meaning just you?” Gracie playfully accused, the she-wolf taking another drink from her can.




“Nonsense, I would never!” Kennedy replied through a sly smile as he kissed her thigh, the feeling of her tail picking up its pace beneath his chin confirming to the stallion that his gentle taunting was having the desired effect.




“Just…just do your thing.” Gracie sighed and shook her head as she admitted defeat in their little sparring match, the she-wolf growing increasingly eager for her lover to get down to the point of his visit.




Kennedy could see the hint of a smile barely contained on the canine’s snout however, and knew that with enough effort, he might just succeed in that particular battle. But as Gracie shuffled her bottom closer to his mouth, he knew that here and now was not the place to plead his case.




“Uh huh, sure.” He whispered, the stallion’s voice just loud enough for Gracie to hear the hint of snarky sass it carried.




Kennedy settled his mind on the task before him, the girl’s eagerness was evident to him already, as a clear pearl of her natural juices hung from a barely visible string. With his hands full of the soft, furred flesh of her raised and spread thighs, the stallion leaned his mouth in. A pleasured hum escaped Gracie’s snout as she felt her lover’s tongue slip between her velvety slit and parse through her pink petals. Her body reciprocated on its own, her hips pushing gently into the equine’s soft nose as small jets of warm breath splashed against her sensitive hood as his tongue worked her over.




‘There’s something to be said about a man with experience…’ She mused with pleasure as blissful waves of erotic sensations gently washed over her body and carried away the stresses held within.




The wet, rhythmic soundtrack of his oral massage filled Gracie’s ears, the raw, passionate noise worked wonders for her as she allowed herself to be carried off. Wiggling her butt closer still, the wolf surrendered the last of her thoughts to the pleasure, her mind instead focusing on the stimulating sensations rising up from between her legs. Her hand rubbed the short brown fur atop Kennedy’s head, her fingers tracing the white stripe that ran down the length of his long face as gentle hums eased out from her closed mouth. For his part, Kennedy could feel the tension in the she-wolf’s body ease and dissipate as he went down on her. For a moment, he released his grip on one of her thighs as he freed himself from the confines of his pants. The taste and sensation of eager wolf pussy on his tongue had thoroughly succeeded in getting the attention of his manhood. This was far from the stallion’s first romp in a green roo,m and as such he felt no fear as he slipped his tongue through Gracie’s pink folds, stimulating her senses and indulging her desires. He could feel the tip of his own bits pressing and rubbing up against the soft fabric of the sofa as he knelt there between Gracie’s legs. His growing arousal begged to be sated, to be buried deep in the welcoming heat of the she-wolf’s tunnel, but he knew that her pleasure had to come first.




‘She’s not going into heat this time, but she’s pent up so maybe she’ll still pop quick enough if I do it right.’ He thought, his brain plotting and strategizing the most effective way to get the girl off.




Gracie squirmed, her body wiggling and shivering as the stallion’s increased efforts took effect. The tip of his agile tongue danced across her snatch, teasing the tight entrance to her tunnel while his dexterous lips sealed around the small pink hood that concealed her sensitive clitoris. Normally, this part of her was safely tucked away, but with her arousa,l the small bud of nerves had come out to play. And with the stallion’s lips sealed around this sensitive spot and a gentle application of suction, Gracie’s back was soon arching off the sofa.




‘Heh yup, that one never fails.’ Kennedy boasted mentally as he felt his well-practiced oral technique had its desired effect.




He knew that all he had to do now was to keep up the pressure, and sure enough, after a few more tense seconds, he felt the wolf’s legs attempt to clamp shut around his head.




‘Damn she’s stronger than I thought!’ Kennedy’s mind raced as he fought to summon enough strength to keep Gracie’s legs held open.




Stars danced in Gracie’s vision as the stallion’s tongue succeeded in shoving her over the edge. The sensation of her legs being held open despite her best efforts to close them over his snout only heightened the intense pleasure coursing through her body as she realized that climax was inevitable. Her tail whipped back and forth, smacking Kennedy’s chest as her hips bucked and humped his nose, covering the brown velvet in a shiny layer of warm pussy juice. In a last-ditch effort, what was left of her cognitive functions brought the canine’s hands to her snout, clamping her jaws together just in time to muffle a desperately loud moan as it rose up from her throat.




‘There you go girlie, let it all out.’ Kennedy mused with satisfied pride as Gracie rode out her orgasm on his mouth.




“Mmmm…wow….” The wolf softly moaned out as her body came down off its high, her legs still trembling as her lover lifted his equine snout out of the trimmed white fluff of her pussy.




“Feel better?” Kennedy asked with a chuckle as he lifted his mouth away from the wet patch he’d made between her legs.




“Oh God…so much…” Gracie replied in a weary voice as she slumped even further, the back of her head nearly resting on the seat cushion as her paws sat squarely on the floor.


        
Kennedy scooted closer, the stallion placing his chin on her belly as it gently rose and fell with her breaths. He savored her warmth and soft feeling of her white fur as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. As she steadily caught her breath, Gracie reached down and gently rubbed the horse’s ear as he set more of his weight against her stomach. Once again, his presence against her, the mere contact alone was enough to soothe her touch-starved body.




‘I know he’s just here for sex, but…this is nice…’ She contemplated as she rubbed the thin skin of his ear between her fingers.




‘I mean, it's not like I don’t want it too, might as well get to the point then.’ Her thoughts continued as she observed her lover as he lay against her.




“Hey so uh…you wanna fuck?”




‘Was that too casual? It felt too casual…’  




Kennedy’s free ear perked up, his brown eyes darting towards the wolf as he heard the question.




“Well I uh…I don’t have any condoms on me.” He replied plainly as he picked his head up off her stomach.




“I’m not in heat.” Gracie stated with a hint of eagerness in her voice, the wolf’s icy blue eyes also working in tandem to convey her desire.




“Heh, yeah I could tell.” Kennedy said with a smile once again forming on his snout as he placed his hands on either side of Gracie’s body.




The she-wolf scooted herself back up onto the couch to position herself, a flurry of butterflies kicking up in her stomach as she realized with certainty what she was about to do. Looking down over the mound her chest created in her blue tee shirt, the wolf finally caught a glimpse of her grand prize as it hung between Kennedy’s legs. Lifting her own, Gracie wrapped her designer sneaker-clad paws around the stallion’s back, her pants and underwear pulled down just enough to grant her lover access as she presented herself. Kennedy matched her move, reaching up he grabbed the back of the sofa to support himself as he leaned over Gracie’s body to line himself up with her entrance.
Gracie felt the warmth of the stallion’s soft skin brush up against her wet slit, her womanhood gracing its length with its slick lube as its owner maneuvered himself into position. The butterflies kicked up a storm in the blonde wolf’s stomach as she felt the impressive length slide against her, her ice blue eyes watching as the skin turned from a chocolate brown to a blush pink towards the tip. She could feel the ring around the middle rub against her as Kennedy’s frame blocked out the harsh fluorescent light from above.




“Be careful with me…” Gracie pleaded in a soft voice as the stallion’s blunt tip pressed against her, the enticing scent of his cologne tingling her nose as steady breaths from his nose splashed against the top of her head.




Kennedy let out a quiet hum as he kissed Gracie on the top of her head, he could feel the excitement and nervous anticipation rising up from beneath him. The wolf’s body practically buzzed as he teased her, her tail thumping off Kennedy’s legs as it wagged in between them.




“I haven’t been bent like this in a while!’ Gracie’s thoughts cried out as she was eased into a full mating press, her muscles straining to bend and conform to the stallion’s wishes.




‘Fuck I forgot how big it was…’ Her inner voice continued as she gently shifted her hips to rub herself against the fat tip of the equine penis knocking at her door.




Finally, Kennedy had his share of teasing. The bay stallion reached one of his hands down off the back of the sofa. With a firm grip, he guided himself in, easing the edge of his cock past his lover’s taunt entrance until her lips gave way and accepted him. Her pink folds swallowed the impressive girth, stretching to allow him access to her most intimate parts. Kennedy maintained the kiss on the top of Gracie’s head as he eased himself deeper. The experienced lover was careful not to push too hard or too fast as he knew he had to break her pussy in gently. She’d already taken him once, but it had been months since then, and she had long since returned to her original tightness. The firm grip and rippling texture of her inner walls sent jolts of pleasure coursing up Kennedy’s spine as he eased in, the canine’s body heat was elevated compared to his own, and felt heavenly as it enveloped him like a heated blanket. Their warmth was one of Kennedy’s favorite parts about making love to a canine girl, nobody else could match this unique sensation.




“Are you good?” He whispered into Gracie’s ear as he felt her body clench and tighten, her teeth clamping shut as she grappled with the oversized penetration.




“Y-yeah, I’m fine just…go slow…b-but keep going.” She stammered out, her words strained but pleasured as she in turn enjoyed the soft velvety texture of his skin inside her, the even shape of the stallion’s dick filling every inch of space within her tunnel.




“You feel so good raw like this.” Kennedy cooed in a soothing voice as he reveled in the sound of Gracie’s labored and pleasured breathing beneath him.




“Y-yeah…you too, so much better without the condom.” The wolf’s sex-strained voice spoke up from below, the girl bracing her head against Kennedy’s chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.




“Heh yeah, always is.” He teased, pressing himself in further until the thick ring around the middle pressed its way past her outer petals.




“Oh…fuck…” Gracie cursed, her voice warping further as she felt her body stretch and surrender to accommodate her lover.




“Oops, sorry!” Kennedy whispered as he heard Gracie curse, the bay equine ceasing his pressure immediately.




“No no, k-keep going, it's just…a lot.” Gracie encouraged with a chuckle, her tail still wagging excitedly as she shuffled her hips back onto Kennedy’s dick to press the impressive organ deeper still.




“Heh, yeah I’ve heard that one before.” He said as he planted another kiss atop her head.








Gracie could only reply with a short “uh-huh” as she once again felt him slide deeper. It wasn’t long before Kennedy felt himself bottoming out in the slick warmth of Gracie’s pussy, the wolf’s body finally reaching the limit of what it could take. The feeling of that uniform fullness from her slit to the entrance to her womb sent a hot wave of intense pleasure crashing over Gracie’s body as her mind focused on every detail. The texture of his skin, every little vein, the thick right, and even the subtle pulsing from his heartbeat all registered in her brain as their bodies communed.  A few inches of his length remained outside, though Kennedy knew well enough not to force himself any deeper. Instead, after allowing Gracie a few moments to feel him, he began to move his hips. Gracie let out a sharp breath as the stallion steadily withdrew himself, her pussy lips gripping and stretching as they tried their best to hold onto their girthy prize.
This time Kennedy likewise strained, his mouth curling as he fought to keep himself under control. The raw feel of a tight wolf cunt desperately gripping his cock nearly put him over the edge. Her claws dug into his back as she held on for dear life, the soles of her sneakers likewise pressing into his back as her legs secured him in place. He only made it a few inches back before he let himself sink back in, his flat tip once more pressing against her cervix as he maxed out her vaginal capacity.




“God damn you’re tight…” He muttered through his labored breathing as small beads of sweat began to form on his thin glossy pelt.




“Mhmmm” Gracie moaned through clenched teeth as she continued to grip his back with the small but still rather pokey claws at the tips of her fingers.




His next attempt brought more success as the she-wolf's snatch gave up more of his length as her tight muscles were gradually stretched and broken in. His cock glistened from the thick coating of lube she had given him, her own crotch fur was thoroughly soaked as her arousal made itself obvious. The scent too soon reached the stallion’s sensitive nose as it rose up from the scene of their love-making. The potent, heady smell of raw sex saturated both of their noses and ignited their instincts just as it had done the first time they’d hooked up. With his confidence rising, Kennedy was less and less reserved as he pressed himself in and out of Gracie’s pussy, his manhood making itself at home between her legs. Small spurts of clear precum coated the entrance to the wolf’s womb as his body added its own fluids to the mix to help him glide against the rippling texture of her walls. Gracie could feel each thrust bottom out within her, the fat tip repeatedly kissing her cervix with more and more force each time as the hefty orbs that made up the rest of the equine’s genitals slapped against her ass. The texture of his velvety skin bare inside her tunnel caused intense jolts of pleasure to burst up her spine each time she felt it slide against her.
After their first time together, Gracie had fantasized about what the stallion might feel like unprotected. The condom they’d used that night had robbed her of this overwhelming sensation, this intense pleasure. And though the thin latex had kept them out of deeper trouble, a part of her had resented the fact that they had needed it. When Kennedy had finally pulled out, the sight of the rubber filled with a potent, heavy load of thick semen had ignited a spark of intense desire within the female canine that had built into a lively flame by now. Though she had been forced to push it to the back of her mind owing to the release of her new album, Gracie knew that she wanted to feel that impressive volume of vigorous sperm shot against her cervix.




“D-Don’t stop! Just…just do it inside…I want to feel it this time!” Gracie begged as her body shifted back and forth against the fabric of the sofa cushion.




Now it was Kennedy who could only reply with a strained “uh-huh” as his powerful hips thrusted heavily into her.




“God…oh fuck, yes! Yes! Do it! Cum in me!” She continued to beg, her voice building in volume as she threw caution to the wind, her sex-addled brain not caring in the least if anyone nearby was listening.  




The wolf’s legs were already wrapped around him, but now they employed every ounce of their surprising strength to pull him in close and lock him up. Kennedy knew there was no escape, even if he wanted to. But as he felt his knees start to shudder and the building pressure begin to release, he knew there was no other place that he’d rather be. In an explosive moment, the stallion reached his climax, the head of his penis flaring out as his body tensed up. An intense wave of pure pleasure broke over him like a tidal wave, his hips forcing themselves as hard as possible into the female beneath him. His dick was shoved right up against Gracie’s womb as he let loose.
The wolf held on for dear life as she felt him tip over the edge, the wide flare inside her causing her breath to catch in her throat as time seemed to slow in anticipation of the big moment. Sure enough, she was soon greeted by a heavy, forceful gush directly at the door of her womb. The warmth spread rapidly between her legs as a huge flood of potent, virile semen erupted from the tip of Kennedy’s penis, coating his lover’s cervix in his thick batter as her tunnel quickly filled. Air squeaked out of Gracie’s mouth as she gripped down hard on the cumming horse cock pulsing and shooting inside her tunnel. The entire length throbbed and twitched as wave after wave of healthy, energetic equine sperm were delivered raw right into her womb.




“It's so much…” The she-wolf moaned as her lover’s manhood continued to pump more of the lively swimmers into her as she squeezed down on its flared girth.




‘How is he still going!’ Gracie thought to herself, the stallion showing no signs of stopping.




‘This is way more than last time! That or I just couldn’t feel it with the condom on…oh fuck, too much!’ Her racing thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a thick stream of cum breaking through the sight seal her pussy lips made around the equine’s dick.




Gracie’s eyes threatened to roll back into her skull as she felt the warm river of jizz roll down her ass and pool under the base of her tail. Finally, Kennedy’s throbs began to subside into gentle ropes softly landing against the wolf’s sensitive walls. His cock continued to flare and pulse even as the last spurt of cum, itself the size of a normal male’s first rope, softly jetted against her flooded cervix. Kennedy let out a long sigh as he gave Gracie the last of his genetic essence. His body began to relax as a gasp of air sharply filled his lungs, stars dancing in his vision as oxygen returned to his brain.




“How do you hold so much!?” Gracie asked with a laugh as the couple’s minds slowly returned to normal, their bodies still basking in the warmth of their shared afterglow.




“Heh, I could uh, I could say the same about you.” He replied through his heavy breathing. The stallion was thoroughly impressed with how much the wolf’s cunt could take before his load spilled out.




“Fuck it's gonna make such a mess…” Gracie lamented as she felt the copious level of hot horse semen held between her legs. She knew that when he pulled out that a great volume of the potent batter would spill everywhere.




Kennedy thought to himself for a moment as he regained his breath. He knew Gracie was right, with the amount that he came, it would surely ruin the sofa if he were to just pull out.




“Here, I have an idea…maybe.” He said as he repositioned himself, the strong equine bracing his body to lift his lover off the couch.




“Hey wait, wai-” Kennedy didn’t let Gracie finish her sentence as he wrapped his arms under her back and lifted with all his remaining strength.




‘Goddamn, why are predator girls always heavier than they look…must be all that damn muscle.’ He mussed as he stood up with the wolf still clinging to his body, his cock plugging her snatch shut and preventing an embarrassing stain on the sofa fabric.




Gracie’s body tensed as she felt herself lifted up, she wasn’t used to her lovers having the strength or the balls to pull a stunt like this. But she knew the size of the orbs hanging between Kennedy’s legs, and as suc,h she held onto the stallion for dear life. She couldn’t help but admire her equine lover’s ingenuity at least. Understanding his aims, Gracie gingerly lowered her legs until the tips of her paw pads touched the carpeted floor.




“Okay, you ready?” Kennedy asked, only the flared tip of his manhood remained in the wolf’s saturated snatch.




“Yeah, do it.” Gracie replied as she shuffled her pants up to catch the inevitable surge that would rain out of her.




With a short tug of his hips, the still flared horse penis withdrew with an audible pop as her once velvety soft and now thoroughly drenched pussy gave up its prize.




“Holy shit dude!” Gracie exclaimed as she looked down between her legs.




A thick stream of pearly white jizz steadily flowed out of her stretched hole, the crotch of her panties already soaking through from the pool of swirling white baby batter.




“What? You thought these were just for show?” Kennedy replied sarcastically, gesturing at the impressive set of balls that hung from his abdomen.




“I guess I should have expected it considering what you did to that condom last time.” She replied with a dismissive chuckle, her eyes still looking down as she tugged on the waistband of her panties, the wolf swirling around the pool of spunk they had trapped.




“Are you uh…gonna be able to walk alright for your show?” A hint of concern crept into Kennedy’s voice as he observed how red Gracie’s pussy was. He knew from experience that it would take a day or two to go down and return to its normal tightness.




“It doesn’t hurt, it just kinda…tingles. I should be fine, I think, if you’d have tried to stuff the whole thing in or gone hard at the start, then maybe, but I think I’m more concerned about it leaking…” She replied, her mind still vividly aware of the volume of cum still held in her pussy that hadn’t leaked into her panties.




“Heh yeah, you’ll be soaking the crotch of your panties for a while. You uh, have a shower in this room right?”




“Mhm, that…would probably be a good idea.” Gracie replied sarcastically, her quip eliciting a polite laugh from Kennedy just as he felt his phone start to ring in his pocket.




Stuffing his wet manhood back into his pants, Kennedy pulled out his phone, the face of his band’s frontman, Jaxson, front and center on the caller ID.




“Dude! Where the fuck are you? We’re on in like 15!” Gracie could hear the angry fennec fox from where she was standing, the she-wolf chuckling to herself as she made her way to the bathroom.




Kicking off her shoes, Gracie shuffled out of her pants, the now bottomless wolf tossing her ruined underwear into the green room’s trashcan. She made a mental note to cover them up with some paper or their empty drink cans from earlier lest anyone see them unceremoniously dumped there.




“See ya Kennedy!” She whispered to her lover as she slipped into the small restroom, as the stallion got his berating from his bandmate.




“See ya!” He mouthed back with a wave before the closing door shut off his view of the bottomless she-wolf.




‘And just like that it's all over…back to real life.’ Gracie mused as she flipped the light switch, the whirring fan accompanying the harsh light as she did so.




Kennedy tapped the red circle on his phone screen and hung up, the bay stallion letting out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. He could feel the strain of his exertion weighing his limbs down like lead weights. This was not Kennedy’s first time getting some tail before a show, the temporary tiredness was a trade-off for the mental clarity he received after emptying his balls. Taking one last look around the room, he spotted Gracie’s ruined underwear in the trashcan, the half-soaked panties being the clear plastic trashbags only occupant.




‘Ha! I’m going to have a collection of hers soon, but these don’t go on the wall though.’ He joked to himself as he whisked them out and stuffed them in his back pocket.




It was a part of Gummy Grenade’s fan lore that the band kept all the bras and panties hurled on stage by the women in the crowd. In their recording studio in Jaxson’s house, the donated undergarments adorned one of the large walls of the converted garage space. When a television crew had done a walk-through of the impressive mansion, the blushing band members had explained to the bewildered host of the show ho,w during one of their first recorded live shows a girl had thrown her bra on stage and rather than toss it aside, Jaxson had hung it up on Kennedy’s drum kit. This naturally kick-started a trend amongst female fans and before long there were too many to carry along in the tour bus. It had been their bass player, Isaac who had the idea to put them up on Jaxson’s wall as props for a music video the band had shot in there. The song itself was a tongue-in-cheek recounting of how Jaxson’s last girlfriend had broken up with him after she came home to a raging party going on in the house.  




‘I’m sure she won’t miss one of these.’ Kennedy mused, his mind returning to the present as he liberated one of Gracie’s energy drinks from her mini-fridge to stave off his post-sex fatigue.




Kennedy opened the can and stepped the short distance to the door, his hooves muffled by the thin carpet. He let out another sigh as he opened it and stared out of the little vestibule of peace and quiet  into the chaos of the real world. The stallion took one last look back as he tried to refocus his mind on his show, though despite his best efforts, he found that he could not shake the image of the wolf from his mind. He shook his head as he gently closed the door behind him. Normally a quick fling he could brush off, even an ongoing casual situation, but Gracie’s lingering presence in the stallion’s mind led him to a frustrating but inevitable conclusion.




‘Fuck, I really am falling for you, aren’t I?’  




Back in the Bathroom, Gracie brushed the curtain aside and flipped the water on, dodging the cold stream as she ducked back behind the curtain. The room itself was tiled all in white with a simple light fixture in the middle of the ceiling, with a toilet off to the right, a shower with a white curtain to the left and a basic porcelain sink in the middle with an unframed mirror hung above it. To the right of the mirror hung a large blow dryer in a wall-mounted holder for drying off one’s fur after a shower. Gracie stood in front of the mirror as she stripped out of her shirt. She let out a sigh as she tossed it onto the rim of the sink, the wolf looking herself in the eye as she reached around her back to unhook her bra.




‘Damn thing…’ She grumbled mentally as she fumbled with the clasp.




After another moment of fiddling the garment came loose with a satisfying pop as the pressure on her chest was suddenly relieved. Gracie had done an advertising campaign for this company, posing seductively on a large bean bag, wearing nothing but a fancy bra and pair of panties. It was another deal organized by her manager, and while the shiny, silky and lace look was very pretty, Gracie preferred more casual and comfortable clothes. Though she was not about to turn away a steady supply of freebies.
Tossing her bra on top of her shirt the now totally naked she-wolf once again locked eyes with her own reflection in the mirror as the sound of the running water echoed off the tiled walls around her. As she gazed into her own eyes, Gracie couldn’t help but stew over what she had just done. Her body buzzed and hummed pleasantly from the pure physical stimulation of sex, but her mind roiled with a newfound conflict.  




‘Is it a mistake to keep doing this with him? I feel like I might be getting too involved…this was supposed to just be a casual thing, but it doesn’t feel very casual anymore…hasn’t for a while if I’m being honest.’ She battled mentally, her inner voice going back and forth with itself.




‘I guess I just feel comfortable around him, I can’t quite put my finger on it…Mom always said that when you find a good one you’ll just know…Do I know? Is this what she meant?’




Steam and heat began to radiate from the shower, informing Gracie that the water was finally up to temperature as she pulled her gaze away from the mirror.




‘I just have to trust my instincts.’ She told herself, squaring her shoulders and driving off her self-doubt as she pulled the curtain back.




The hot water felt heavenly as it cascaded through her fur, carrying away the girl’s anxiety and worry. Gracie felt her mind and body relax as one as they fell back into synergy with one another. The first order of business, rather than to remove the evidence of her love-making, was to relieve the pressure in her punished bladder.




‘This is the second time he’s done this to me.’ She asked herself humorously as the wolf opened her stance and added her own stream to the deluge.




Another shiver of pleasure marched its way up Gracie’s back as she let it loose. The experienced woman knew that it was a good idea to pee after sex anyway. The fat tip of Kenney’s penis repeatedly punching her bladder during sex only helped things along afterwards. But as she finished, the wolf’s attention finally shifted to the sperm soaked into her fur from her impressively fecund lover. Water was insufficient for this task, and soon the wolf’s lover half, front and back were covered in lovely floral floral-scented bubbles as she scrubbed Kennedy’s signature out of her intimate fur.




‘Gosh how do horses make so much? Where do they keep it all…Definitely wrapping him up if I ever need to be anywhere afterwards.’ She mused as she struggled with the loofa to cleanse her nether regions.




‘Gah! Even under my tail!? Uggh, it's all over my ass too!’ Her inner voice continued as her frustration mounted, her hands frantically working to scrub her tush clean of the sticky horse spunk.




Finally, Gracie allowed the hot water to carry away the bubbles to reveal her progress. She had gotten most of it and the few spots that still remained were easily washed away. Though as she turned her back to the water and reached down to check between her legs, her fingers came up glistening with fresh semen as the generous volume still held within her vagina steadily escaped.




‘Uggh, it's gonna soak right through my bottoms, isn’t it?’ She asked herself rhetorically as she went down there for another cleaning, this time trying to push as much of the potent load out of her snatch as possible.




‘Damn, didn’t know I could hold so much in there…’ Gracie’s mind pondered, her thoughts fringed with humor as she felt the silky fluid flow out of her.




 The amount of the pearly white batter that ran down her inner thighs required another cleaning with the soap, the bathroom now totally filled with its floral smell.




“Clean as it's gonna get.” She grumbled to herself as she washed the last of the suds out of her fur and shut the water off.




The cold tile sent ice bolts up Gracie’s spine as she stepped out of the shower, the bathroom filled with a healthy level of steam. The mirror had been totally fogged over even as the fan did its best to evacuate the steam. The sound of running water was soon replaced by the rush of air from the blowdryer as Gracie set about drying off her dense pelt. With the shower off the fan soon succeeded in removing the swirling steam and even the mirror began to clear up. Gracie was thankful for the extra powerful blower as the standard ones took forever to dry her fur. The warm air felt lovely under her tail as she dried her butt and sent a wave of comfort rolling over her body as she pointed it between her legs. Soon her whole body was dry, her fur nice and fluffy, its color shining along with her bright blonde hair.




‘Guess I’m going commando…’ She mused as she remembered that she had tossed her panties before the shower.




Gracie shuffled into her pants, stuffing her naked rear end into the denim before zipping them up. She didn’t bother with her bra as she put her shirt back on, she knew that she’d be removing it again soon anyway as she dressed for the stage. She didn’t care that the cotton of her basic t-shirt telegraphed her nipples, her stylists had seen her tits before plenty of times, dolling her up for risque photoshoots.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, Gracie was reminded of just how humid the cramped space still was as the cool air of the green room filled her lungs and lifted the humid weight off her body. Tossing her bra onto the counter at the makeup station, Gracie retrieved her phone as she plopped herself back on the couch.




“I’m ready to get started with make-up and fur.” She typed out to Theresa, the wolf letting her phone flop down on her belly as she enjoyed her final few moments of peace.




“Okay, we’ll head back.” Came the response a few seconds later, though Gracie didn’t bother reading it as the buzzing of the phone against her belly told her everything she needed to know.  




The wolf took another brief moment to psyche herself up before lifting her body off the sofa. With quiet resignation, she collected the small farm of empty cans from the table and moved to toss them into the trash. Looking down into the waist-high black plastic bin, she noticed the clear plastic bag was once again empty.




‘Tch, pervert.’ She joked to herself as she tossed the empty aluminum inside.




‘Another wouldn’t hurt…’ Her mind continued as she felt a similar post-coital fatigue set in over her body.




The soft, comforting embrace of the hotel bed seemed to call to her from across the city as she retrieved another caffeine and sugar-laden beverage from her stock. This time, Gracie sat herself down in the chair in front of the mirror just as her team stepped through the door.




“Oh good, you're already sitting.” Theresa said aimlessly as she replaced Gracie on the sofa, the mouse choosing to give the stylists their space to work.




The small team consisting of Jessica, her hair and fur stylist, Andrea, the makeup artist, and Leah, her wardrobe stylist, descended on the wolf to begin the process of transforming her from Gracie into Alya. Jessica, a svelte leopard, set out her collection of brushes and combs as Andrea, a fawn-colored rabbit, unleashed her arsenal of makeup. Leah had Alya’s outfit secured in a suit bag, the skilled Aussie shepherd had spent weeks tailoring the outfit to Gracie’s body, it was her creative vision that the wolf would be wearing out on stage. Before the girls could descend on her with their various tools, Leah slid the suit bag’s zipper down to reveal the fruits of her labor.




“You’re gonna kill it out there with this one girl.” Andria said, the rabbit nodding her head as she observed the two piece outfit.




Gracie had seen it in person a handful of times, but now, as she observed the beautiful golden and stone-studded outfit, she couldn’t help but be in awe. The bottoms were a flattering but still respectable bikini cut with rhinestone-studded gold frills hanging down from hips to around the back. The entire waist line sparkled as it too was imbued with the shimmering stones that Gracie knew would dazzle under the lights. The top was a similar brilliant, slick gold with sparkly gems connected by a gold ring in the middle between the two cups. Over this top, she would wear a short, somewhat baggy jacket that was likewise embellished. Leah blushed as the other girls beheld her work with reverence. Gracie’s round of tour outfits had been a major success but this one was sure to make headlines and they all knew it. Even Theresa looked up from her busy work to take note, she too had seen it before, but now having the whole ensemble together was impressive.




“So here you go I’ll let you go get changed, per usual, I’ve included some safety undies just in case.” The shepherd’s blush increased as Gracie grabbed hold of the hanger, only then did she realize that the other girls too had begun to wear awkward looks.




‘Why the hell are they being so weird all of a sudden?’ Gracie thought to herself as she slipped back into the bathroom.




‘Did they see Kennedy walking out or something? I thought I cleaned up all the evidence, did I miss something?’ Her mind continued to ponder as she discarded her old clothes and once again stood naked in front of the mirror.




‘Gah! How can there STILL be more!’ She silently cursed as she noticed a small strand of cum stuck to her inner thigh as it dripped from her slit.  




With a grumble, she wiped it away and tossed the paper into a small trash can next to the toilet before slipping into her outfit, before her thoughts could spoil the big moment. The gold outfit complemented her light fur tones perfectly as she observed herself in the small mirror. Leah had worked her magic yet again, the sight of her new outfit working to quell the frustrations that had begun to build up.




‘Wow, my ass looks great in this…’ The wolf mused as she turned and gently shook her butt in front of the mirror. The flattering bikini cut of the bottoms as well as the jeweled gold strands that hung over her tush revealed just enough of her bottom to be alluring and sexy without going over the top.




After another moment of silent admiration, Gracie broke her gaze away from the mirror, her mind returning to the practical task of her preparations.




‘Alright, let's do this.’ She thought, her mind focusing a sense of determination welling up as Gracie channeled the energy of Alya’s fierce persona.




Stepping back out into the green room, her presence interrupted a series of giggles from her entourage. Gracie took a deep breath as the others beheld her in her full regalia. With her lungs filling with air through her nose, only then did the she-wolf understand why the others had suddenly become so awkward.




‘Fuck, it still smells like sex in here!’ Her inner voice shouted as her mind came to the shattering realization.




Indeed, the air was heavy with the heady and unmistakable smells of raw and unprotected sex. The intermingled scents of male and female blending and intermixing hung in the tiny atmosphere, condensed and concentrated, ripe for the sensitive noses of her crew to detect. At that moment, Gracie wanted nothing more than to duck back into the bathroom and hide until the festival was over and everyone else had left. Her embarrassment rose like a flash flood threatening to overwhelm her. Three sets of eyes bore into her, their owners' faces wearing knowing looks that told her that she’d been caught and that she wasn’t getting out of it until she divulged all the juicy details. Theresa knew immediately as she walked in the room, but the experienced manager knew better than to pry. She knew that she’d have to have words with Gracie later, but for now the mouse was content to spare her blushes as best she could.




‘You know what, fuck it, I’m tired of being ashamed…might as well give them what they want to hear.’ Gracie mused as her emotions were suddenly salvaged by a sudden, fierce burst of determination.




Flipping her hair back, the tall she-wolf strode up to the stool with confidence in her step. She knew that the only difference between fake confidence and real confidence was that she was the only one who knew she was faking it. Sitting herself down on the chair she watched as the two girls descended on her. Jessica took up position behind with her hair brush as Andrea broke out her eye liner palette. The women worked in silence, occasionally passing each other knowing glances as they tried to work out who would make the first move. Gracie detested the awkward silence, she knew that she was about to be interrogated, but if she could break it then she just might have the upper hand. Summoning the diva energy of Alya, Gracie spoke up.




“Ugh, don’t ever get involved with rock stars.” She said in a tone of faux exasperation.




Gracie could almost hear both women mentally shouting “FINALLY!” as she started to divulge the details.




“I’m sure some of them are okay.” Jessica spoke as she brushed Gracie’s golden blonde hair and shot another look at Andrea as she prepared to start applying makeup.




“Oh honey, this boy has been after me for months now, do you know what that's like? I felt so bad that I just had to let him have a taste, just so he knows what he can’t have.” Gracie summoned a nonchalant, aloof tone that she almost never used in real conversation. She hated being this person, but the aura that Alya gave off was working.




Andrea and Jessica giggled as they went about their work with Jessica starting the job of brushing out the wolf’s tail, a task made easier by her earlier shower.




“That's how you have to treat these boys, give them just enough to keep coming back for more.” Gracie continued as Andrea moved in with the metallic eyeliner.




“But I thought you didn’t like him, whoever he is.” Jessica spoke up as she held and brushed Gracie’s tail, the last part of her sentence Gracie understood, was obvious bait.




“Heh, I like it when they’re desperate, makes ‘em try harder.” Gracie replied with pure smugness in her voice.




“So…who was it?” Andrea asked as she went back in for more color, her question causing both girls to pause their work.




“Promise you won’t tell?”




Both women swore to secrecy as Theresa just rolled her eyes on the couch. She understood Gracie’s gambit well enough but was still content to spare the wolf the humiliation.




“Okay, You know the drummer from Gummy Grenade?” Gracie said with a smug grin.




“Oh my god, my sister LOVES that band!” Andrea exclaimed, her eyes going wide and her ears perking right up.  




“Wow, what a catch! He’s so hot.” Jessica added, though Gracie could tell that the leopard was considerably less excited about the hookup than Andrea.




“Do you think you could introduce me to them? My sister would go crazy if I got her their autographs!” Andrea said, her voice still lively and energetic.




‘Pffff yeah right, the only thing you want autographed are your ovaries.’ Gracie mused as she watched the rabbit’s tail wag violently behind her.




“I’ll see what I can do.” She replied instead, the wolf giving her stylist a look that told the girl that the pop star knew what she was up to.




Just as Leah had worked her magic with the outfit, Andrea and Jessica had worked theirs on Gracie’s fur. From the brilliant gold eyeliner to the subtle sparkles of glitter throughout her fur the wolf shone and sparkled. As she looked into the mirror, Gracie beheld Alya in her full glory, the striking look taking her somewhat aback.




“Alright, we’re on in fifteen, let's start making our way out.” Theresa spoke in a commanding voice as she grabbed everyone’s focus.




Gracie let out a sigh as she mentally flipped through the set list she had written out, her brain tracking all the lyrics and the dance moves. So much time and effort had gone into this moment, so many long days of rehearsals and fittings all leading up to now. The march to the stage was only a few dozen yards, but the walk felt like an eternity as time seemed to slow around her. The buzz of the speakers and roar of the crowd built and built in her ear until she and Theresa arrived backstage. Gracie could see the lights of her stage illuminated as the background dancers all gathered in their places, some of them casting glances as the famous she-wolf standing by waiting for her queue. One of the stagehands passed her a microphone as Theresa leaned her ear into a headset.




“Alright girl, ten, nine, eight…”




Gracie could hear the intro music kicking on, the crowd starting to rise in volume as Theresa continued her countdown.




“Four, three, two…” The mouse pointed with her finger and gestured towards the stage.




Once more summoning Alya, Gracie took a deep breath as she began her march just as the music kicked in properly. The lights cast down upon her gilded figure as she stepped out onto the stage, the mic held high above her head, a fierce look dominating her face as the bright flames of the pyrotechnics heralded her arrival.


































Epilogue




Gracie lounged, legs spread on the couch in her green room. The show had gone exactly to plan, no technical difficulties, and the fans had eaten it up. The wolf basked in the relief and satisfaction of finally having done it after so much preparation. Her gilded outfit was safely tucked away back in its suit bag and now she was dressed casually, and commando in a pair of sweatpants and tank top.  A cold wine cooler chilled her left hand as a lit cigarette adorned her right. Gracie hardly ever smoked, but after such a show, she couldn’t help but bum one from Theresa. The neurotic mouse currently paced in front of Gracie as she took a drag off her smoke, her shrill voice ruining the relaxing atmosphere.




“How the HELL can you be so reckless? With…with…with KENNEDY of all people! I shouldn’t have to tell you about his reputation!” She scolded as she walked a steady track back and forth.




“What if you had been seen? What if the press caught word of this huh? Right before your big tour is NOT the time for a SEX SCANDAL young lady!” The mouse continued, her own ranting making her even angrier.




“Oh piss off Theresa, I just went out there and kicked ass you could at least be somewhat happy about that.” Gracie finally snapped back as she let out a cloud of smoke.




“Oh yeah? Well, it won’t count for squat if you go and throw it all away! And it's not even all about the press! What if you get pregnant?” Theresa shouted, the short rodent barely able to force the word “pregnant” out of her mouth.




Gracie rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her beverage.




“Look, I’m not even CLOSE to being in heat okay? So stop worrying about what I do would you?”




“Gracie, you know that it can happen at ANY time!”  




The wolf shook her head as she went back to the cigarette, her manager did have a point, albeit a small one. Gracie knew that she technically could go into heat at any time of the year and that some women tended to ovulate during sex even if it wasn’t their season. The risk was small, but it had happened in the past.




‘Geez, she reminds me of mom when she caught me in the back seat of Dave’s car after homecoming that one year…’ Gracie mused, chuckling slightly at what was now a humorous memory.




“Look, I’ll be careful alright! Its not like I’m just fucking random people or anything!” Gracie said in a desperate measure to placate her manager.




But the effort was useless as Theresa continued to steam and brew. Placing the cigarette in her mouth, Gracie whipped out her phone and opened her messages, preparing a text for Kennedy.




“Theresa is freaking out right now lol.” She typed, setting the device back down in her lap as she turned her attention back to the pacing mouse.




“If you’re gonna keep doing…this. Then I’m adding condoms and plan-b to your fucking rider, I swear.”




Gracie’s phone buzzed as the reply from Kennedy came through. Theresa groaned as she saw the wolf’s attention turn to the screen and away from her.




“About what? Everything okay?” He asked.




“Lol yeah, we just got busted is all so she’s pissed.”




“Oh shit! Sorry about that, did she smell us or something?”




“Yeah, I feel like I’m about to get grounded lmao.”




“Gracie!” Theresa shouted in an attempt to get the wolf’s attention back.




“Uggh, What!?” She snapped back indignantly, pulling her snout out of the phone.




“Are you even listening to me? You can’t go on tour with a big giant baby belly sticking out, and I am NOT about to have you push out a foal in nine months, I’m serious!” Theresa had stopped her pacing, the desperate look on the mouse’s face informing Gracie that her manager was indeed absolutely serious.




“Huh? You know what, fine…FINE, whatever makes you happy.” The she-wolf replied indignantly as she returned her focus to her conversation with Kennedy.




“Uggh, you remind me of my daughter sometimes…What kind of condoms do you want? Ribbed, ultra thin…flavored? Just tell me so I can add them.” Theresa moaned in an exasperated voice.




“Theresa…” Gracie whined back in an obviously annoyed tone as the mouse picked up her tablet off the makeup station.




“Fine, I’ll just get you a variety and then you can tell me later what you like…those ribbed ones would probably kill you on a boy like him…” The last part of her sentence the mouse muttered under her breath, it was supposed to be just a thought, but somehow it had slipped out.




Gracie snorted at Theresa’s quip, it was a rare bit of humor from the mouse, and she was glad for it as she heard the older woman start to chuckle at her own half baked joke as well. Glad that the animosity had dissipated, Gracie took another drink and pulled from her smoke before finally switching back to Kennedy.  




“Well, if you’re grounded, then I’ll just have to come by and throw rocks at your window until you let me in.” The stallion typed, capping off his message with a winking emoji.




“Lol alright, Imperial Hotel, top floor, corner penthouse 2A, any time after midnight.” Gracie replied, the wolf biting her lower lip as she sneakily set up another meeting for the pair of them.




Her eyes focused on the three little dots that indicated his typing, the longer they appeared, the more her heart rate increased until the message finally appeared on her screen.  




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