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"I'm not taking it personally. I'm taking it [professionally]."
No amount of acting classes could keep your girlfriend's actual feelings from seeping into her tone. At the moment she was multitasking in front of the hotel room's mirror, theatrically whinging while putting on her make-up.
"You're corpsing, hun." You, meanwhile, are splitting your attention between multiple media accounts spread across several devices. This wasn't a vacation, after all. Which was why you were flooding Chirp feeds with pictures taken on the convention floor while the wolf in the bathroom was getting in character. "Would Loona really let this get under her skin?"
"Hardy-har-har, asshole." Luna shoots you a glare while flipping the bird – with only one of her red theatrical contacts in the look is particularly striking. "First of all, corpsing involves laughter and do you see a smile on my face? Second of all, shaddup."
"I'm just saying that I don't get it. So you ran into some folks cosplaying as you. Shouldn't that be a compliment?" There's a >ping< when one of the other cast members re-Chirps a particularly thirsty pic of your girlfriend striking a pose with some fans. "I'd think it was cool if a dude showed up looking like me and paid [me] to pose for a pic."
"Yeah well, I'm not sure there's much call for 'slutty social media manager' cosplayers." Her tone is playful as her tongue pokes out past her canines, concentrating on her eyeshadow. It was practically witchcraft how some artfully applied fur dye could change her appearance. But then she'd been doing stage make-up professionally when she auditioned for the role. "Besides, some of them got the costume wrong."
"Wrong how?" An alert chirps its way across all of the devices in the room. "Two hours until the group panel, hun."
">pfft< Stop worrying, I'll be ready and in character with time to spare. I'm a [professional], after all." Luna zhuzhes up her shoulder and cheek fur with a bit of pomade. "And they're too top-heavy."
"... top heavy…?" The question is asked delicately as you start to pack things away.
"Yeah. It's all off model. Sure, not everyone's digitigrade and if you don't have fur then it's even harder. I respect that. But if I see one more stick-thin vulpine going for the big titty goth look without bothering to dye their fur…
"Besides, someone on the con floor congratulated me on pulling off my 'cosplay' with an 'atypical body shape'. I [am] the body shape!' While she's doing her damndest to stay calm her emotions are getting the better of her. "I've got a butt, damn it! It's from my haunches! But no, everyone's all about that hourglass figure with no love for us pear-shaped girls."
"I mean, I like your haunches…" You've had enough intimate contact with the ass in question to confirm it was indeed [fabulous]. And now that you've packed away everything save for a cellphone you're able to enjoy how it looks in her costume department approved shorts. "So some idiots didn't realize it was actually you. Fuck 'em."
"Man, most of them would [love] to fuck me." There's a grunt as she gets one of her hind feet up on the counter to apply some nail polish. Her position only highlights her assets, that bountiful rear pressed against the distressed denim. Any more tears and the fabric would lose the battle…
"Hey, you listening?"
"Yep, totally. Not distracted at all." Caught red handed you chuckle at her glare. "But repeat it back to me…?"
"I was [saying] to get both the thigh highs and my phone."
Doing as commanded, you join her in the bathroom. "We've got to get going soon."
"Not yet. Need you to take a few pics first." Luna waves dismissively to the side. "For Chirping in and out of character. Play up Loona being annoyed and me being excited about the tutorial I'm doing."
"Tutorial…?" You snap a few shots quickly as she continues getting dressed – Luna tends to hyperfixate like this when under stress. "[What] tutorial?"
"About the look, [duh]." You snap a few more as she rolls up the leggings. "The cast hasn't done an official one yet. Make sure you get some good teasers of my ass."
"Why not just do a butt focused glamor shoot? We can sell it on your Sapstreet account like that charity spread the cast did. Pin-ups are a marketing gray area so legal shouldn't–"
It was meant to be a joke but instead provokes an excited >yip< from Luna who now positively vibrates with excitement. "You are a [genius]! But a [terrible] photographer." That's said as she eyes her phone before handing it back. "Here, just take one directly from behind."
"Sweetheart, we have [got] to start—"
"Shaddup and do it." Luna bows her back as she poses over the counter. "I'll fuck your brains out tonight in return."
"Only if you stay in character." Balancing the mounting pressure of getting her out the door on time with your swelling cock is difficult but worth it. "Here, looks good. Let's g—"
"Do you think we should do a quick video clip as well?" She's back to eyeing the phone again, brows furrowed thoughtfully. "Maybe just a shimmy and tail wag…"
"Hun, we do [not] have time for–"
"Sure we do. And on top of breaking the bed tonight I'll give you one of my patented edging deep throats after the panel. The one where I tongue you [all] the way down." Before you can offer even a half-hearted objection Luna's wiggling her ass expectantly. Swallowing your frustration you manage to record a clip that hopefully meets her standards. The annoyance and your throbbing arousal are doing some weird things to your brain.
"Eh, not sure that captures what I'm going for. Lemme drop these shorts…" Another alarm goes off on both of your phones as she pushes her pants past the generous swell of her ass. Her nose is almost touching the mirror as she leans forward as much as she can, breath fogging the glass as she pants.
"We do [not] have time for this!"
"I'll let you cum on my face after blowing you." By this point Luna's clenching and unclenching her thighs as she starts the booty bounce. The sight pushes you past the rough seas of exasperation to the calm shoals of not giving a fuck. Besides, letting you slather her with spunk was typically a treat up there with anal; the scent left in her fur drove her to distraction until completely washed out. The thought of Luna manning a booth tomorrow while soaked in your pheromones was too good to pass up.
"Okay, sure, take your time. Might as well have some fun." You zoom in on her gyrating rump as she reaches back to give it a good jiggle, capturing each ripple. "Damn shame about the underwear but any less clothing and we won't be able to post i–what on [earth] are you doing now!?"
"What does it [look] like I'm doing?" The mirror fogs up as she lets out a >huff< while peeling her underwear down, baring all of her glory. Luna kept her fur cropped short which meant there was little blocking the view of her wet cunt. "Keep recording. And pull that beautiful cock of yours out."
"You know that you're a [terrible] star to manage, right?" Your dick springs free as your pants fall to the ground. "I'm not paid enough for this shit."
">awh< But t-think of the benefits!" Luna lets out a giggle while drooling with lust. "Besides, if moth-girl c-can upload that video of her riding her girlfriend's f-face to Propsly I can post s-something other than JOI ASMRs. Now get over here!"
You assume the position behind the horny hound while still filming. Luna's drooling enough that she can catch it dripping from her tongue to use as lube. That comes in handy as she reaches behind her to stroke your length. "There we go… slip it between my cheeks. Gotta highlight them…"
"You want me to keep filming?" You can't keep an incredulous tone from your voice as you hotdog that luscious ass. "What if–"
"No one's gonna know it's you, dude." Luna huffs again while wagging her tail. The room phone starts to ring but you're too committed at this point. "We got five >mmph< minutes… plenty of time."
"Yes ma'am," you grunt out while lining up her camera, the head of your cock disappearing and reappearing between her ass cheeks. "Whatever you say ma'am, you're the star ma'am…"
"Damn [straight] I'm the star! >ooph<" Bracing herself against the mirror with one hand the other goes between her legs to tease her gooey pussy. "B-better treat me like one…"
"Has the star figured out where I'm cumming yet?" Your length twitches as she lets out a startled gasp. "Gonna make me waste it on a towel?"
"F-fuck! No, not that…" The canine's having trouble staying upright as she digs her fingers deep and your cockhead nudges the base of her tail. "Maybe the sink? I'll lap it up on film like a g-good girl!"
"Got a [better] idea!" All it takes is a slight change of angle for your dick to nudge at her swollen lips.
"N-no!" The denial escaping her lips doesn't match how she guides you inside to the hilt. "Gotta get on stage, remember?"
">mmph< Fine, I'll pull out. Just let me [feel] this glorious pussy clenching me for a bit…"
You capture each glorious ripple as your hips meets her ass, each gasp as you thrust deep. Luna's barely thinking straight at this point but she's right, you can't finish in her. Gritting your teeth as the first tremor hits your balls you start to pull out—
Only to have your self control ruined by a pounding at the room's door. Luna lets out a literal howl of ecstasy as you pin her against the counter, emptying yourself inside of her hungry cunt. The frantic knocking continues as Luna calls out. "We're cumming! See you there!"
Whoever was on the other side seems mollified enough to stop. The two of you, meanwhile, are too busy catching your breaths. The quicky's just barely taken the edge off of your arousal as you slip free of her smeared thighs. You give her an apologetic look as she yanks up her panties and shorts before you drip out of her. "At least I caught it all on video…?"
"And [that's] why I'm giving you a handy in the elevator down," she manages while stumbling unsteadily to the door. "If I'm going up on stage with your load in me [you're] gonna be there with one in your shorts. No, keep my phone - you're filming that too."