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Morgan and Taylor let their legs carry them across the crowded field, hands gripping each other tightly. Their thinly veiled excitement carried them closer to the vamped synth chords. They weaved through the cheering crowd, moving closer and closer to the stage until they finally broke through the forest of excited anthros.
The lights were blinding, but Morgan and Taylor gaped at the silhouette of a small kitsune rising up through the bottom of the stage. The cheering ramped up, the two kids joined in as the music started building.
The music stopped, a moment of only cheering filled the festival.
Then all at once, the concert began, the brown kitsune dancing and strutting around the stage in her tiny skirt and pink crop top that read "Your Amee" as she held the mic up to her mouth.
"I watch you walk into the room
My eyes can"t help but follow you
You look like you could lift me high
With one hand trailing up my thigh
No, I know this can"t be right.
But god, I want you here tonight!
Turn me into what you are
Make me yours I want it
Hey!
I like you
Hey!
Give me you
Hey!
I need you
You can turn me if you want to~"
Amee"s movements were fluid as she moved back and forth across the stage. Though practiced, every move looked like she enjoyed doing it. Her voice was high, letting her hit some impressive notes without even breaking a sweat.
Song after song, she danced all over the stage, swaying back and forth, throwing her tiny body across the stage. Her hips moved like liquid, mesmerizing the crowd. Her tails followed behind her, fanning out and mirroring her movements, each appearing to have its own mind.
Morgan wondered just how many times she had done this, how often she had practiced every movement. Taylor wished she could be up there. At one point, they swore she looked right at them, her bright red eyes piercing their hearts. The performance mystified both of them.
By the time she sang her encore the hype was tangible. Morgan danced along with the familiar tune while Taylor did her best to keep up with him, but kept finding herself lost in Amee"s movements, eyes full of wonder at the Kitsune"s beauty.
The song ended with an eruption of cheers from the crowd, the two kids in front included. Amee gave a peace sign and walked backstage, a small bounce in her step, her skirt not doing much in the way of hiding her cute little heart panties.
As the crowd died down, Morgan and Taylor decided to go get some food. They made their way across the festival, eyes exploring the multitude of booths, vendors, sex tents, and performers, taking note of where they should spend the allotment Morgan’s parents gave them.
When they arrived at the alley of food trucks and vendors, they walked along and scoped out the variety. Morgan landed on a cajun truck, where he got some étouffée. Taylor went to a tent with all manner of carnival food, grabbing a couple of corn dogs.
After searching for somewhere to sit, they arrived at a stone wall where a small cat girl was sitting, head in a book.
“Someone sitting here?” Morgan asked her, a small smile.
“Hm?” She shyly looked up from her book for a moment, “Oh, no. Go ahead.” Her head fell again, sinking deeper into the book she was carrying.
They sat, pulling out their food and digging in.
“Thank you so much for bringing me, Morgan!”
“Oh yeah! No problem!” Morgan beamed, “Alex usually comes with me but she’s not as excited about all of this as I am.”
“It’s been crazy fun so far!” Taylor covered her corndog in ketchup and took a bite.
“Just wait until the Wolf Pack comes out later! They are amazing when it comes to singing!”
“Oh, but how good was Amee?”
“So good!”
“Her dancing during ‘Love me Harder’ was amazing!” She did her own, amateur version of the dance, making some silly little grunts to the beat of the song. “I wish I could dance like that!”
“It’d be so cool for you to do a dance livestream!”
The cat sitting next to them perked up, “um, are you guys talking about Amee?”
“Yeah! Did you see her performance?” Morgan invited her into the conversation.
“No,” She looked away nervously, “I missed it, but I heard it was really good.”
“It was!” Taylor could barely contain her excitement. “She’s brilliant on stage! I wish I could do the things she could.”
Suddenly, there was a hint of recognition in the cat’s face. “Y- you’re TayTay!”
Taylor blushed, she hadn’t been recognized in public before, “You watch my streams?”
“Are you kidding?” She started to open up a bit more, appearing a lot more comfortable. “I love your streams! You’re my favorite channel to watch! I’m Lana,” she held out her hand and let the book fall into her lap.
Finally getting a good look at her, the pair noted her overalls, worn over a pink shirt. “Nice to meet you.” Taylor shook her hand. “Um, this is-”
“Morgan! I’ve seen you poke your head in here and there,” She laughed to herself, a completely different, more bubbly person than she was only seconds before.
Morgan blushed along with Taylor, “It’s weird being recognized.”
“Oh tell me about it.” Lana chuckled to herself, “Did you guys come just to see Amee?”
“I come every year!” Morgan told her, “I love love love music! And all of the idols are so cool! Amee, Fae, Purple Monkee, Wolf Boys, Carnivore King” he realized he was just listing them off and stopped himself, “They’re all amazing!”
“I know! I love music festivals so much. Theres so much life and beauty! The songs send me to new worlds. The people are a bit much sometimes, though.”
“There are so many this year!”
“Well, after Liberation day, there’s more anthros out in the world!”
Morgan and Taylor eyed each other, holding back a snicker.
“What about you Taytay?” Lana continued on, “Do you like concerts and festivals?”
Taylor smiled, still a bit embarrassed, “You can just call me Taylor. I like it so far. This is my first time coming to anything like this!”
“Really? I’d have thought you’d come to these events all the time!” Lana set her book on the ground next to her, sitting up.
“Oh no,” Taylor shook her head, “I’m actually still really new to the whole Anthro Thing.”
“No way! You seem so natural in your body.” Lana seemed truly amazed. “When I transformed it took me weeks to get used to having a tail let alone the months it took to be comfy walking on paws.”
“You transformed?” Taylor asked, “If I can ask um-”
“I’m 7, transformed when I was 5,” Lana clarified, answering as though she had been ready for the question.
“That"s so young! Was it by choice?” Morgan pried.
“Mostly.” Lana answered with a finish. An awkward breeze brushed past them, “Do you guys um... Wanna see something cool?”
“Absolutely!”
“Yeah!”
Lana stood to her feet, grabbing her book and jumping down off the wall. “Come on,” Her black hair bounced as she walked.
Morgan and Taylor scrambled to their feet, collecting their trash and putting it away as fast as they could before scuttling after the cat.
She expertly weaved through the moving crowd in the direction of the stage. Morgan and Taylor clumsily did their best to follow. It was harder to get through a moving crowd than the standing one they worked through earlier, and even harder to do so while following someone as swift as Lana.
When they broke through the crowd, the pair glanced around and saw her walking towards the right side of the stage.
“Where is she going?” Taylor asked, following behind Morgan.
“I don"t know, hurry up!” Morgan ran after her.
Before they could catch up, Lana disappeared into a tent set up behind the stage. When they approached, the entrance to the tent was marked with a sign reading “Performers and Crew only.” They stopped and looked around for a moment.
“Are you sure we can go in here?” Taylor asked, knowing Morgan didn"t know.
“I mean, she invited us in, didn"t she?” Morgan wasn"t sure, but he stepped through the threshold anyway, dragging Taylor along for the ride.
They walked slowly into the tent.
Inside was a long hallway with other hallways and rooms off to the right. “Lana?” It was mostly quiet, contrasting the chaos from the rest of the festival. In a few of the rooms, they could hear muffled talking or moaning. They only took a few steps before Lana popped out of one of the hallways.
“Come on, hurry!” She disappeared down the hallway again.
Morgan and Taylor ran over to the second hallway, slowing again just to watch Lana run into a room at the end of the hallway. They passed the rooms, peeking at the openings. Signs stood in front of the rooms with the names of different bands and idols.
“These are green rooms!” Morgan said in a loud whisper.
“What?”
“Like a dressing room for concerts.”
“Should we leave?”
“We should get Lana.”
Taylor nodded and they picked up their pace, passing by every sign and checking whose room it was.
Morgan struggled to keep his fanboying down, holding back squeals at the names he saw. He moved even faster so he could get to Lana quicker.
When they reached the room Lana disappeared into, Morgan stopped, mouth agape.
“What is it?” Taylor asked him, looking at his face.
Morgan pointed to the sign. In large, black letters, the sign read “AMEE.”
They looked at each other again, gulping before stepping across the threshold.
Inside the room, Lana stood in the center, her ears standing up, her arms behind her back, and her tail flicking back and forth playfully.
“Lana, are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?” Taylor asked, worried.
“Of course, silly.” She giggled.
Morgan’s eyes wandered around the room. All manner of costumes hung from a rack in the corner. A couch with a handful of wigs thrown on it sat next to it. The room wasn"t necessarily clean. A handful of empty cups and food containers sat around, but amidst the mess, morgan saw a bunch of fur in a pile. No, not fur... Tails.
His surprised eyes went back to the cat girl, who was undoing the straps on her overalls to reveal a pink crop top with the words “Your Amee” across it.
“Holy shit!” The cussing surprised Taylor, “No way!”
“Shhh,” Lana giggled.
Taylor was confused, “I thought you-”
“The kitsune form is just a costume,” She explained, “Nobody would listen to a normal, every day cat girl, after all.”
“With your songs, I absolutely would,” Morgan said with a serious face.
“As much as I appreciate it,” Lana sat on the ground and patted next to her, “I would not be where I am if I didn"t play my part.”
The pair of friends moved towards her and sat, both filled with nerves.
“How-”
“I always wanted to be famous,” Lana explained, “But when you’re young, everybody laughs at you. Especially as a little girl in a human community.”
Taylor chuckled at the term ‘human community’.
“My parents thought I was ridiculous seeking out an agent, but I was serious. No matter what, I was going to be famous. I was going to be an idol.” She pouted, “I auditioned all over and made more sample videos than I could count.
"Finally, an agent reached out to me, said he was looking for some new talent and I agreed to sign a deal with him.”
"Did you know?" Morgan asked the obvious next question, "that you"d be turned?"
Lana nodded, "I even told my parents about it." She fiddled with her shoe, "I don"t think they thought I was serious."
Taylor was quick to put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Disappointingly I turned into a cat." She continued, barely giving her past pain much thought, "He almost threw me out. But when I pitched the idea of a kitsune to him he was all over it."
The sounds of a band starting up rang outside, giving the tent and their conversation a steady, bassy rumble.
"Lana?" Taylor asked.
"That"s my offstage name," Lana smiled, "I only use it when I"m not dressed up. I was given the name Amee when I became an idol."
“What’s it like?” Morgan asked her. “Traveling the world and performing, I mean.”
Lana laughed, “It’s amazing. I love being on stage! No matter where I am. It’s just the off stage part I struggle with. I mean, I can barely even be myself in public.”
“I bet it makes it easy to hide in plain sight, huh?”
“You’d think,” She leaned back, letting her overalls fall a bit more to reveal the hem of her panties, “But that’s what makes it exhausting. I actually feel like myself up on stage, and I can"t do it without all of this,” she gestures around the room, “extra stuff. I just... I wish Lana and Amee could be the same person, you know?”
“I- don"t, really” Morgan said, a bit embarrassed.
“Yeah, nobody else really can get it,” Lana shrugged, “Maybe I’m doomed to be alone in the world.”
They sat there, Lana’s words lingering for a moment longer than they should have.
“You know,” Taylor started, “Before I transformed, I always felt like I was missing some part of me. Like I was always meant to be an anthro. It wasn’t until I found my friends, found Morgan, that I actually felt like me for the first time. Is it sorta like that?”
Lana smirked, “Maybe. But more like if you were constantly forced to transform back and forth from human to anthro every single day, only getting to be your true self for blips in time.”
“That sounds like a hard way to live,” Taylor conceded.
“It’s just my life,” Lana shrugged it off, “Nothing I can do now.”
Morgan sprang to his feet, a call to action guiding him.
“What are you-”
“You said you only feel like yourself when you’re Amee, right?” Walking over the trash, Morgan picked up the pile of fox tails that had been fastened together, “So lets make you feel like yourself.”
Lana jumped up, “Really?”
“Yeah!” Taylor stood too, walking over to the clothes rack, “That’s a great idea!”
“You’re gonna have to guide us through this, though. We’ve never put on costumes like this.”
Lana smiled brightly, “For sure!”
The three of them hurried to pick out a few outfits and wigs that Lana liked. She picked a cute pink and blue dress with a corset and a petticoat. The skirt of the dress had alternating pink and blue frilled tiers and the collar was tied up with a large blue bow. While Taylor was picking out a matching half-pink/half-blue wig and some thigh high socks and heels to go with, Morgan tried to work out how to attach the kitsune tails. Turns out they were custom made and her tail can control each one individually, a mechanism both Taylor and Morgan were fascinated with.
After 30 minutes and copious guidance from their new friend, they finally got to see Amee up close.
Amee looked herself over in the mirror, letting out a signature giggle, “I just feel so right like this, you know?”
Morgan was amazed at the transformation, “I can"t believe you’re the same person we were sitting with here just a few minutes ago.”
“That’s just it, I don"t feel like the same person!” She strutted around confidently, “I feel cute and sexy and right!” She shook her ass towards Taylor, showing off the heart panties they had seen on stage earlier.
The smile on her face contagiously spread to Taylor and Morgan as they shared in Amee"s joy.
"Can I show you something?" Amee asked, her voice a bit shaky but still excited.
"Yeah! Anything," Taylor nodded, Morgan nodded along with her.
Amee looked around, checking the entryway to make sure nobody was there. Then, reaching under her skirt, she grabbed her heart panties and pulled them down to the ground. Her skirt hid her crotch from the other two as the panties fell to the ground.
With a nervous giggle, she kicked them towards Taylor. Morgan instantly recognized the move as looking similar to one Taylor often did in her streams. Taylor felt like she was in a dream.
Amee swallowed hard and lifted up her skirt, showing off her bare cunny, taped up by a bandaid.
“I"ve never shown anybody this before.” Her voice was shaky.
“Really? Then how did you-”
“Only thing I"ve ever done sexually is a blowjob, and that was just to transform.”
“With your songs,” Morgan noted, “you"d think it was a regular occurrence.”
Amee giggled, “it brings in the fans,” she shrugged.
“Is it hard to not?” Morgan asked, “I know Taylor couldn"t get enough after she turned. And I couldn’t imagine going a week without anything let alone years.”
“Sometimes, but, I don"t know. It’s a bit... weird isnt it? Sleeping with fans like that?”
Morgan shrugged, “that depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you take advantage of your fans? Or do you do it because you both want it.”
Amee looked down, still holding up her skirt. She thought about Morgan’s words carefully. A soft smile stretched across her face. “Do you think...” She looked up at Taylor, who was listening intently to both of them, “can you um...”
Taylor appeared to snap out of a haze as she realized what was being asked. She blushed, but smirked, “absolutely, I can.”
The mouse strode over to the kitsune idol, a confidence that even she didn"t fully expect.
Amee bit her lip as Taylor"s paw grazed her thigh. A moan escaped her lips, she bit harder to hold it back.
As the softness of Taylors fur pressed against Amee"s cunny, the star’s thighs squeezed together, stopping her from going any further.
Taylor looked up at Amee"s face, whose eyes were pressed tightly shut. “Okay?”
Amee nodded slowly, “just... It tickled.”
Taylor smiled in understanding, “it does that.”
As Amee"s thighs relaxed, Taylor pressed on, her paw pressed softly against Amee"s mound.
Another moan left Amee"s lips as she closed her eyes. There was a hint of discomfort that Taylor could see, “let me know if you-”
“I"m okay,” Amee"s voice was shaky and tense, “keep going... Please.”
Taylor nodded and pressed against her a little harder, rubbing back and forth between the kitsune"s legs.
Morgan took the chance to start rubbing himself through his shorts. And only a moment later, she shorts were on the ground and his hand was around his small cocklet.
When Amee opened her eyes, she found them fixed on the dragon"s dick. She stopped holding back her moans, instead focused on Morgan"s hand sliding up and down his little rod.
Taylor brought her other paw down to her crotch, grinding against it as she rubbed Amee.
“Can I finger you?” Taylor snapped Amee out of her cock-induced trance.
“Uh- yeah mmh- okay.” Amee looked into Taylor"s eyes.
“You alright?” Taylor prodded Amee"s opening.
“Can you kiss me?”
Taylor didn"t bother answering. As her finger pressed into Amee"s never used hole, their lips pressed together.
Having barely kissed anybody before, Amee did her best to follow Taylor’s lead, mirroring her movements and sounds. They both melted into each other as Taylor fingered them both.
They were too preoccupied to notice Morgan moving behind Taylor. The mouse jumped as Morgan moved her hand out of the way, but was quick to arch her back towards him and let him enter her.
Amee moans loudly into Taylor"s mouth, her body moving against Taylor"s fingers instinctually, giving into the desires she never even knew she had.
Taylor moaned back as Morgan"s cock filled her. The dragon fucked her rhythmically, reaching a hand around her body and prodding her tiny chest. After a few thrusts, Taylor fell forward a bit, grabbing onto Amee for support. The kitsune caught her, helping to support her as she watched the best friends fuck.
Amee’s hand fell between her legs, rubbing her cunny. Her eyes were fixed on Taylor and Morgan’s contact point, mouth watering at the sight of a cock slipping so effortlessly in and out of Taylor’s soaked cunny.
Taylor moved back against Morgan’s dick, moaning and enjoying the familiar feeling. She squeezed her hole around the dragon"s cock, drawing moans from him.
The three of them shifted back and forth with every one of Morgan"s thrusts, loudly enjoying each other.
Morgan didn"t last long. His cum shot deep into Taylor"s cunny as she milked every last drop from him. Amee drooled, eyes locked on the image of cum and juices slathered on Morgan"s cock.
The fucking slowed to a stop and Morgan pulled himself out of his best friend. Cum dripped onto the ground into a small puddle.
Noticing Amee"s face, Taylor giggled, “wanna taste?” She snuck a peck onto the kitsune"s chin.
Without saying a word, Amee nodded.
Taylor stood and pushed Morgan by the chest back to the vanity. She motioned for Amee to get on her knees in front of him.
The younger girl stared down Morgan"s dick, glistening with the concoction of Taylor"s juices and his own cum. Slowly she opened her mouth and brought her tongue to Morgan"s tip.
Before Amee could make contact, she was startled by Taylor sliding herself underneath her. She looked down at the mouse.
“Don"t mind me,” Taylor giggled, smirking up at Amee"s blushing face, “just getting a good view.” She looked at Amee"s cunny, licking her own lips before bringing them to hers.
Amee opened her mouth in a moan, giving Morgan an opening to touch his tip to her tongue. Instinctively, her lips closed around him, getting a taste of the slimy member that was inside Taylor only a few moments ago. Drool instantly pooled in her mouth as she lightly suckled on it, drawing cute groans out of the dragon.
Amee’s hips moved back and forth as Taylor ran her tongue over her cunny. Taylor"s mouth sent pulses through Amee’s body, making her shiver in pleasure.
She was lost in the new feelings and tastes, letting the cock in her mouth slip further down. The symphony of senses made her wriggle harder against Taylor"s face. Her eyes closed softly, she felt as though she could keep this up forever.
“Amee! Signing in 30, makeup in 5!” A voice was heard from the hallway.
The group jumped. Amee quickly pulled Morgan"s member from her mouth and ran her arm across her lips. “Thank you 5!” As much as she didn"t want to, she pried herself off of Taylor"s face.
“I"ve um...” Amee fiddled with her fingers, not sure what to say.
Taylor stood to her feet slowly, “it"s okay,” she smiled softly. “Life"s crazy as an idol.” Her and Morgan started to dress.
“Yeah,” Amee said, a hint of sadness in her voice. Then an idea came to her head, “oh!” She searched around the room for a moment and produced a marker, “here.” She started writing on Taylor"s arm, “I"m not supposed to give out this number, it"s my private phone.”
Morgan and Taylor both looked at it like it was gold.
“Please... Don"t share it with anybody.”
“Promise we won"t.” Morgan nodded.
“I think I"ll have a bit of time before we pack up and bus out, so hit me up.”
“Maybe you can join my stream sometime?” Taylor smirked.
Amee blushed, “I"d love that, but maybe it"d have to be as Lana.”
“Only if you"re comfortable.”
Amee smiled before walking over to one of the tent walls and lifting it up, “now get out of here before someone sees you.”
Morgan hurried over, “it was a dream meeting you.”
“You too, Morgan.” She hugged him before he headed out. Amee hugged Taylor quickly before she could get away. “I can"t believe I got to meet you.”
“Me?” Taylor blushed, “You"re the idol.”
“You"re my idol.”
They took in the moment, embracing each other. When they pulled back Taylor gestured to the phone number on her arm, “I"ll text you.”
Amee smiled softly, “see ya.”
“See ya.” Taylor left to meet Morgan, leaving Amee alone in her dressing room.
“Goodbye... friends.”