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Late June 2005
Aeth’s All-Star Band had just finished up their second night in Paris and the first month of their European tour. Except for Aeth’s little breakdown during the Hammersmith gig on the first night, the tour has been a smashing success. The crowds have been as close to perfect as any band could ever hope for. The band is in perfect form and still going strong.
Aeth turned off the water in the shower on his tour bus and clicked on the fur dryers. Jets of warm air blew from the walls and dried his fur. He then stepped out of the shower, shutting off the dryers on the way out.
He padded over to his bed and flopped down on it. He stretched out and let all his muscles relax. “Hmm…need to start warming up before gigs or something. I shouldn’t be this sore.” He idly scritched his chest and belly. He sighed and rolled onto his side, curling up into a fetal position.
“Why’d I have to be a stupid fucking moron and lose RJ? He should be here with me on this big, empty bus. He should be at the shows with me making all the guys jealous. He deserves a trip around Europe, too.”
He rolled over onto his other side, pulled his coon and fox plushies in close, kissed them goodnight, and sobbed a little as he fell asleep.
Aeth found himself in a large void containing only a light source, himself, and himself. He looked at the other him and shook his head.
“Damn…I must be horny or something, what with the dreaming of myself being naked with another me.”
“Not really. You just need someone to talk some fucking sense into you, and your subconscious can’t exactly call someone to slap some sense into you.”
“Yeah, I guess. But did we have to be naked?”
“I don’t know. It’s your fucking mind. You should ask yourself that. The you you, not the me you…if that made any fucking sense.
Anyway, you need to let go of the stupid hugging bullshit. Your friends have fussed at you over it, and your band has fussed at you over it. You know it won’t fucking hurt you, especially after watching him suck cock in front of you.”
“I guess…”
“No, you know you can fucking do it. You just don’t fucking want to do it. Remember, I know you just as well as you know you. Wolf, just admit it and start hugging some people when you’re taken.”
“Fine.”
“I know you don’t mean that.”
“Fuck…”
“Yeah, you can’t try that with yourself. I’m gonna start bugging you in your sleep all night every night until you finally just admit that you can deal with some damn hugs.”
“Fine, I can deal with the damned hugs. I can’t exactly just turn around and admit it publicly, though. I defended my position, and I can’t exactly just give it up like that. You know that.”
“It’s do that or deal with me every night. I can also start popping up during shows, too, if I have to.”
“Fuck it. Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Good wolf. Have a biscuit.”
“Fuck you.”
“Haha, no. Now you just gotta work on getting over him and maybe dragging a cute European guy home with you.”
“I’ll get over RJ when I have time to. You know this week between the Paris and Mannheim gigs is the only relaxation time we’ve got until the tour’s basically over.”
“Yeah, I know.”
With that, the void faded to black as the dream ended. Still asleep, Aeth hugged his plushies tight and rolled over. The rest of the night was uneventful for the wolf, just his usual dreaming of bigger, better lighting rigs and stages and new set lists.
When Aeth woke up, the band had arrived in Mannheim. Aeth tossed on his boxer-briefs and wandered off his bus towards the hotel. The buses had been lined up to create a fan-free zone outside the hotel door so the band could step outside the hotel and not get molested half to death. Aeth prodded his assistant/driver to wake him up from his light sleep outside the hotel door.
“Is my shit already in my room?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Should probably take me up that way before the freaks realize I’m standing outside without any pants.”
The assistant grins and shouts, “Hey guys! Aeth’s out here in just his undies!”
“Rick, I’m throwing you to them at the show.”
They both chuckled, and Rick showed Aeth up to his room.
After settling in a bit and putting on some more clothes, Aeth heads back out that night with Rick as the wheelman in a rented Mercedes.
“You know, Rick, I can’t wait to get back to the states and my cars. I’ll be able to drive myself and not have to rely on an otter to get around.”
“You could try driving, you know.”
“If I do that, I give it 2 minutes before I’m driving on the wrong side of the road.”
“I remember London.”
Aeth just grinned and turned up the stereo.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the first gay bar on Aeth’s list.
“Rick, drop me off here and come back for me around 3 or so in the morning. If you don’t want to join me and see how many guys go after your ass, just charge whatever you do between now and 3 to the band.”
“Hmm…I’ll have to decline on grounds that I want women to want my ass, not men.”
“Fine, it’s your loss.”
As the otter drove off, Aeth made his way into the bar. This was a bar generally frequented by stars, so the crowd wasn’t the sort to mob famous faces. He made his way to a quiet part and just watched the crowd for a bit.
After about 20 minutes, the dance music got on his nerves too much, and he went over to the DJ to request something good. A rather sexy husky distracted him on the way over, though.
“Mmm…hey, sexy.”
“Hello, yourself, Mr. Wolf.”
END
I hope that makes sense. I haven't been to bed yet. I'm also thinking I'll have a pretty decent set of stories set during that tour that'll sort of be a series.
Late June 2005
Aeth’s All-Star Band had just finished up their second night in Paris and the first month of their European tour. Except for Aeth’s little breakdown during the Hammersmith gig on the first night, the tour has been a smashing success. The crowds have been as close to perfect as any band could ever hope for. The band is in perfect form and still going strong.
Aeth turned off the water in the shower on his tour bus and clicked on the fur dryers. Jets of warm air blew from the walls and dried his fur. He then stepped out of the shower, shutting off the dryers on the way out.
He padded over to his bed and flopped down on it. He stretched out and let all his muscles relax. “Hmm…need to start warming up before gigs or something. I shouldn’t be this sore.” He idly scritched his chest and belly. He sighed and rolled onto his side, curling up into a fetal position.
“Why’d I have to be a stupid fucking moron and lose RJ? He should be here with me on this big, empty bus. He should be at the shows with me making all the guys jealous. He deserves a trip around Europe, too.”
He rolled over onto his other side, pulled his coon and fox plushies in close, kissed them goodnight, and sobbed a little as he fell asleep.
Aeth found himself in a large void containing only a light source, himself, and himself. He looked at the other him and shook his head.
“Damn…I must be horny or something, what with the dreaming of myself being naked with another me.”
“Not really. You just need someone to talk some fucking sense into you, and your subconscious can’t exactly call someone to slap some sense into you.”
“Yeah, I guess. But did we have to be naked?”
“I don’t know. It’s your fucking mind. You should ask yourself that. The you you, not the me you…if that made any fucking sense.
Anyway, you need to let go of the stupid hugging bullshit. Your friends have fussed at you over it, and your band has fussed at you over it. You know it won’t fucking hurt you, especially after watching him suck cock in front of you.”
“I guess…”
“No, you know you can fucking do it. You just don’t fucking want to do it. Remember, I know you just as well as you know you. Wolf, just admit it and start hugging some people when you’re taken.”
“Fine.”
“I know you don’t mean that.”
“Fuck…”
“Yeah, you can’t try that with yourself. I’m gonna start bugging you in your sleep all night every night until you finally just admit that you can deal with some damn hugs.”
“Fine, I can deal with the damned hugs. I can’t exactly just turn around and admit it publicly, though. I defended my position, and I can’t exactly just give it up like that. You know that.”
“It’s do that or deal with me every night. I can also start popping up during shows, too, if I have to.”
“Fuck it. Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Good wolf. Have a biscuit.”
“Fuck you.”
“Haha, no. Now you just gotta work on getting over him and maybe dragging a cute European guy home with you.”
“I’ll get over RJ when I have time to. You know this week between the Paris and Mannheim gigs is the only relaxation time we’ve got until the tour’s basically over.”
“Yeah, I know.”
With that, the void faded to black as the dream ended. Still asleep, Aeth hugged his plushies tight and rolled over. The rest of the night was uneventful for the wolf, just his usual dreaming of bigger, better lighting rigs and stages and new set lists.
When Aeth woke up, the band had arrived in Mannheim. Aeth tossed on his boxer-briefs and wandered off his bus towards the hotel. The buses had been lined up to create a fan-free zone outside the hotel door so the band could step outside the hotel and not get molested half to death. Aeth prodded his assistant/driver to wake him up from his light sleep outside the hotel door.
“Is my shit already in my room?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Should probably take me up that way before the freaks realize I’m standing outside without any pants.”
The assistant grins and shouts, “Hey guys! Aeth’s out here in just his undies!”
“Rick, I’m throwing you to them at the show.”
They both chuckled, and Rick showed Aeth up to his room.
After settling in a bit and putting on some more clothes, Aeth heads back out that night with Rick as the wheelman in a rented Mercedes.
“You know, Rick, I can’t wait to get back to the states and my cars. I’ll be able to drive myself and not have to rely on an otter to get around.”
“You could try driving, you know.”
“If I do that, I give it 2 minutes before I’m driving on the wrong side of the road.”
“I remember London.”
Aeth just grinned and turned up the stereo.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the first gay bar on Aeth’s list.
“Rick, drop me off here and come back for me around 3 or so in the morning. If you don’t want to join me and see how many guys go after your ass, just charge whatever you do between now and 3 to the band.”
“Hmm…I’ll have to decline on grounds that I want women to want my ass, not men.”
“Fine, it’s your loss.”
As the otter drove off, Aeth made his way into the bar. This was a bar generally frequented by stars, so the crowd wasn’t the sort to mob famous faces. He made his way to a quiet part and just watched the crowd for a bit.
After about 20 minutes, the dance music got on his nerves too much, and he went over to the DJ to request something good. A rather sexy husky distracted him on the way over, though.
“Mmm…hey, sexy.”
“Hello, yourself, Mr. Wolf.”
END
I hope that makes sense. I haven't been to bed yet. I'm also thinking I'll have a pretty decent set of stories set during that tour that'll sort of be a series.
