As one of the opener bands plays, you’re leant against the bar waiting for the main act. The thump of drumbeats fills the air, and incandescent stage lights flash, lending the whole venue its vibe. Off to one side, he caught your eye immediately: with those flashes of blue and orange through his visage, how could he not? While he’s tapping away at his phone, you have the opportunity to eye the hyena up. Taut, slim body contained in form-fitting fishnet, that synthetic puff coat, torn jeans unabashedly bulging at the crotch. Oh yeah, he looks like a band member. His badge reads AZURE… That’s one of the lead synth players.

As you move your gaze back up, his meets yours. How long had he been looking? That expressive ‘yeen face spreads into a great big grin, and he pushes off the wall he’d been leaning on to approach you. Now it’s his turn to eye you up, and you can’t help your cheeks flushing a little as you get the sensation of being “hunted” by this unusually attractive creature. He comes around to your side, and then pushing a hand into his pocket, he pulls out a lanyard, spreads it, and loops it around your neck. The heat of his pants can be felt tangibly emanating into your hip as his bulge noticeably presses there.

“Hey, cutie. Ya can’t just stare like that for free, keheh.” He lifts the “backstage pass” card on the lanyard. “Use it or don’t, we’ve got five minutes before I’m up…” The yeen gives you that signature toothy grin, slips past you with a deliberate flick of his tent against your waist, and wanders to the stage door. 

…Well, it’s hard to turn down an offer like that, eh? Already hot around your loins, you down the last sip or two of your drink and rest it on the bar. The leopard on the other side obviously saw what happened, and gives you an encouraging wink.

As you tread into the back hallway, you can see he hasn’t wasted any time. He’s sat right next to the stage entrance with his fly flopped open. He’s already slathered his dick in lube, pumping his hand over the head of his cut cock, then down to his balls. It’s actually… Impressively long? He could damn near flop it against his chest, and that length meant those strokes were long too, fingers gliding over every inch tantalisingly. He huffs, giving a pleased rumble when he sees you enter, and the hyena’s cock visibly stiffens in reaction to you.

“Mmhh, great choice. On my part, I mean. You’re gorgeous… Come sit, if you still wanna~ I’ll take care of ya.”

Whatever response you meant to make verbally didn’t actually make it out of your mouth, as your brain flooded with thoughts of how that thing would feel sinking inside you. You quickly fumble your fly down, thrust your pants to the floor, and practically throw yourself at Azure, moving forward up into his lap. Your crotch and stomach softly press to his fishnet and the fuzz that’s coming through it. “Haahh, hey gorgeous, I knew you had some energy in ya… Lemme just.” He grabs his long cock by its base, the head currently smeared up against your thighs, and squeezes it through your legs to position himself properly. That smooth dome is warm, softly compressing against you, the heat felt right against your entrance. “Remember, no pressure, only if ya wannaa-aaahh yeah…”

Cutting him off, you squat your hips down and squeeze that hot, lube-slick head right into you. With any new dick there’s always a moment of trepidation, seeing if you’re gonna be able to take it at its widest point… Your eyes roll up happily as you sink over Azure’s cock like it was designed for you. He bucks in reflex, but otherwise lets you take it at your pace, your body sinking down, and down… His flexes and pulses inside you making the whole thing even more delicious. You may not realise it yet, but you’re only halfway down, the yeen holding your hips and panting as you feel every inch, every tiny detail in your new friend’s sumptuous dick disappearing into your body. 

It’s not overly filling, but that length almost gives you a greed, your hole flexing and devouring, until finally, finally you sit completely on Azure’s lap. That rounded head can be felt pulsing with his heartbeat somewhere deep within you, pressing against your innermost sensitive bits - but, no time to pause, your hips move almost of their own accord, just to feel him moving within you again. Grabbing your arms around his head, the blissed-out looking hyena growls with a certain pride. “You really took the whole thing… You been trainin’?” He manages to get out of his mouth, before your hole slides back up his shaft and down again, reducing him to horny growls. He enjoys this new cute thing bouncing up and down on him for a few moments, before looking up and to the left at the clock… “Ah, fuck. I’m up in two. C’mere, let me help ya out…”

The hyena grabs his arms around your waist and heaves both you and himself out of the sofa, with you still impaled on his cock - then turns around, kneels, and flops you back onto the cushions. He proceeds to drive that delicious dick into you, evidently super pleased to have someone he can drive the whole thing into without hurting them… His head can be felt grinding firmly against your sensitive spots each time he pumps, along with every subtle wrinkle and vein tugging on the walls of your hole wonderfully.

“Gnuhh. You’re a cute thing. Gunna, mm…” You can feel that whole shaft spasming, pulsing harder, right as– 

KNOCK KNOCK. “AZ, man! You’re almost up!”

“Shut up, Ros. I’m cummin- I’m fuckin’ coming!” He grabs the back of the sofa and rams himself home three more times, gritting his teeth, already starting to dump thick ropes into you. Horny hyena noises are about all he can muster as he roams hands over your body through his climax, tensing and arching his back.

“Uuugh…” He looks at the clock again, clearly not wanting to pull out of you. “I can shoot for -nngh- quite a while, but I -nnfh- gotta go…” He leans in, gives you a smooch to your forehead, and then in one long motion he draws his whole dick back out of you, immediately firing another cumshot all the way up your belly and chest. “Haha, well this is gonna be fun… See ya afterward for something less rushed~.” The yeen grabs his cock, which is still belting out the second half of his climax, and just… Shoves it into his pants before running out on stage to the cheers of the audience. 

Letting your arms relax, your left one touches a towel he’d left for you on the sofa arm. Seems like he’ll need that shortly after cumming his pants on stage, but… For now, time to clean yourself up.