Isn't the saying "break a leg", not his ass? (Valentine's Day Piece)

Catstopher sighed, shifting his weight side to side, the platform gently swaying as he moved, finally finding himself comfortably seated after a moment of effort. He hummed, squirming a little, the stage lighting had been far hotter than he expected, the cat sheepishly laughing to himself as he felt as though he'd start sweating any moment. He pushed the thought of mind, feeling it would be far wiser to focus now on reciting his lines, or at least getting more comfortable with them on the stage. He lifted a leg, his booty wobbling as he pulled the script from below his heaving cheek, its surface somewhat damp from spending even a few moments under his sizable rump. He puffed outward, his other hand hefting up half of a pomegranate, its fruit twinkling under the lighting over his body, instantly catching his eyes and exciting him at the thought of how good its flavor would be. He licked his lips, salivating already, suddenly shaking his head, realizing he'd been getting side tracked. "Oopsies..." He giggled, brushing the thought away as he lifted it above him, holding the script in his other hand. His tail swooped to the side, brushing over the surface of his butt as it quaked and wobbled, the "swing" gently swaying him left and right as he wrapped his tail around the big heart that held him. He bounced a little, shifting his weight again as the light really bore down on him, the poor kitty already beginning to softly pant from just how hot the lights were, sweat beginning to roll and gently drip down his body, not that Cat noticed.

He cleared his throat, pressing the pomegranate up higher and beginning to tilt it, giving it a gentle squeeze, but not hard enough to send its contents to the floor below, the juice of it beginning to trickle down over his slim nearly-nude form, the feline's cheeks lightly glowing as he realized that before long he'd be doing this in front of a booked crowd. The thought was so much... embarrassing... a little exciting... it had his stomach all tied up! He nearly forgot where to start, before he suddenly locked himself in, speaking up, "Hark, fair people, for as foretold, this eve's tale shall surely enthrall, a tale of passion, a tale of excitement, a tale whose highs are sky-shattering, and whose lows batter the core of Gaia herself! Behold all ye then..." He paused dramatically, allowing more of the juice to pour over himself as he lowered the fruit to his breast, his rear lowly wobbling, the majority of his body by then dotted with drops of sweat that ran and cascaded down his every curve and contour, shimmering gorgeously under the intense lights of the stage. The kitty panted gently, trying his best to keep it from being exactly visible, his tongue lolling out from his mouth as it rose and fell heavily, his hand tightening on the script as he flourished the fruit outward, swinging his leg up and looking back to where the crowd would be, that familiar feeling of anxiety and excitement returning again as the realization struck him that all of those seats would soon be full. His loins bobbed over his thigh with the movement, piercings glimmering below the light as his booty clapped, wobbling and quaking, the room suddenly feeling deathly silent beyond the sounds of his own body and the gentle drips of his sweat and the pomegranate's juice.

He clammed up, his face reddening as he tried to move forward, before shaking his head, turning back around. "No no no that didn't even all sound right..." He thought to himself, humming frustratedly as he lowered the fruit to his side, drawing the script up. "And besides, what's with such a long pause at then? I mean, if you want a really good story flow, you shouldn't pause mid-sentence like that, no you wanna draw the audience in, it'd be much better to slow the words as you speak them..." He nodded to himself, thumbing his painted bottom lip, his face making somewhat of a pout as he furrowed his brow, lost in thought. So deep in his mind was Catstopher that he hadn't noticed the sound of a door closing, along with an accompanying set of footsteps... Closer and closer they clicked, one of the stagehands having emerged from the theater's entrance, gasping as they caught sight of the feline swaying upon his platform, every part of his body on full display. They'd seen the actor a few times while helping set up the show, though he'd always been covered, sometimes by clothes, and other times by a bathrobe. Their cheeks began to glow as their steps slowed, carefully approaching the unaware cat from behind, their eyes dancing over his body, taking in its form, how the shadows cascaded over him, and the lights shone over his musculature. The way the swing had squeezed his more voluptuous parts, a snicker appearing in their head as they noted that it'd almost made his booty itself resemble a heart, plenty befitting of the actor portraying Eros, they'd supposed. The cat cleared his throat, picking up from the beginning as he held the pomegranate over himself, drawing out his tongue as its juices poured over himself again. He hummed happily as its fluids poured over his mouth, letting it spill out and run down his chin. The surprise spectator gazed on in excited shock, his body moving in all the right ways, his muscles gently contracting and extending to move the fruit, the soft fat of his booty wobbling and clapping around something just barely noticeable nestled well between his big heavy orbs, and then there was of course those heavy testes of his, barely audibly churning and gurgling, his whole body beautifully in motion, made all the better by the sweat running over it, his steamy hot scent drawing up off his body, rising in a visible mist that the lights made all the more apparent.

Before long the stagehand simply couldn't help themselves, well it hadn't been entirely that they were finding themselves hard to control, it'd more so been their curiosity. From what they remembered noticing of the production designs it didn't seem to be part of the costume for Eros, though they wouldn't be surprised if the costume designers had altered the outfit at some point, those sketches they'd witnessed were well before this point in the performance's development. Deciding to find out for themselves, to finally sate that deeply burning question, they drew themselves to the side of the stage, remembering that a step stool had been left there by a coworker. They hefted it up, walking right behind that voluptuous actor upon the stage, placing the stool, and clambering up it as they kept repeatedly trying to run through that line, always finding something to be dissatisfied with in his delivery. They snickered to themselves, wondering if actors were always so picky. As Catstopher had beginning what must have been his fifth or sixth read of the line he was suddenly cut short, squeaking out in surprise as he stared forward for a moment. The stagehand set both their hands onto the feline's sizable buttocks, sighing as they felt his fur, still incredibly plush and soft despite being so damp and slick from all that sweat of his. They rested their hands for a moment, marveling at how easily the flesh squished under their fingers, placing gentle divots in the feline's buttcheeks, each little squeeze and movement of their hands making the kitty whimper. Suddenly a gasp was pushed from his lips as they slowly dragged their hands along the sides of his orbs, his heavy booty jiggling from their slightest touch, his wobbly cheeks softly plapping together, only somewhat silenced as the stagehand slid their hands along the underside of his butt, feeling the shelf his fat rear made from being smushed against his seat, their thumbs soon finding his crack, slipping in and riding up up up his massive derrière until, at last, they'd found themselves at the center of those glorious globes, the person's fingers smushing into the fat of the kitty's rump as they quickly, and deliberately, tugged his buttcheeks wide apart, the cat reactively pushing his lower half back. The stagehand giggled as the movement caused Catstopher's butt to be spread, assisting them the rest of the way in plying the cat's mountainous booty apart, revealing that the strange little object they'd spied was some kind of decorated rope, their eyes following it until reaching the cat's hole.

The stagehand couldn't help but gasp, the feline's anus an absolute shock. It'd been enormous, easily the size of their face, if not bigger now that it had been stretched by the spreading of the kitty's butt, turned into a big wide horizontal slit. They watched as it sparkled under the stage lights, his heavy hole a little moist, a mixture of sweat and anal slime coating his massive loose entrance. Yet, for all its size, it surprisingly didn't seem too loose, quivering as it sat exposed to the stagehand, its clenches growing all the more intense and heavy as they poked the rope up, the cat moaning out as they lifted it, wrapping their fingers around its knot and pulling it back, the cat's grip tightening on the pomegranate so as not to drop it from the immediate stimulation it gave, the script falling to the ground below as he gripped for his fat pillowy thigh so as not to fall over, pants drawing out hotly from his mouth as he groaned in pleasure. After some pulling, the stagehand met some resistance, the cat finally speaking up as his hole tightened down, contracting around the rope, his face bright red as he stammered, "Hey! What're you doing back there‽ I'm trying to rehearse my part-" The well-embarrassed kitty was immediately cut off as the stagehand yanked at the string a bit harder, his hole doming outward for a moment before clenching whatever shape sat behind it back in, the cat drawn from a groan into a low moan as his eyes rolled back, the sides of his cheeks wobbling as his tail tightened its grip on the side of his platform, his hole slurping wetly, a healthy coating of anal-slime drooling down from the rope as his cock began to throb, pulsing uncontrollably from the stimulation his body was receiving, the kitty trying to stifle a moan by biting his lip before another was dragged out by another heavy tug. "I'm pretty sure this isn't part of the costume..." The stagehand blurted up, trying to offer some form of excuse to what they were doing, the cat giving an embarrassed whimper.

He looked around, sheepishly giggling before nodding, "Well, I mean... uhm... it's... nothing! It's really nothing, quit mmmnh... mhh... quit messing with it!" The cat spoke up, his speech constantly dotted with stammers and moans, a constant cacophony of cute girly sounds pressed from his lips as the stagehand, by now grinning ear to ear, stood there, one hand kneading and rubbing the catboy's fat silky-smooth ass, the other yanking at the now very interesting string tucked away in Catty's butt. Seeing they were content to keep going, Cat was just about to speak up before he felt that intense build-up of stimulation again, that heavy mass in his guts moving, the previously undisturbed weight, something he'd grown accustomed to hours ago, now becoming apparent to his mind and body again, his hole slurping and squelching as it began to spread all the easier, letting the smallest bits of light peek into his hole before it'd shut again, clenching as the stagehand rhythmically tugged at the rope, letting the poor whining kitty's hole dome outward before watching his powerful sphincter clench it back in. They licked their lips as the feline's hole grew ever-looser, taking his excited whines and moans as the go-ahead to further sate their curiosity as they leaned down, staring intently at the wide wrinkly hole as it stretched and clenched, shifting and puckering nonstop. Their freehand worked the cat's booty, groping and squeezing along his lovely handles, and occasionally even running along his tail, Catstopher having long since begun to purr from all the attention, his body gently vibrating in their hands as they worked to calm his butt down, every little tug helping him get just a little looser, his slippery wet hole giving up more and more of its contents before finally it slurped open, wetly squelching as it clenched and pulsed around, to the surprise of the stagehand, the massive wide shape of an enormous ruby red gem!

It'd been massive, the size reaching well past what would have been the size stagehand's own head before it'd even hit the midpoint of the ball, the cat's moans and squeaks growing all the more intense as they fought his hole's desperate now loose clenches and quivers, its attempts to keep the heavy ball inside his no-doubt hungry and capacious insides. "Auhhnnmmhff oh fuck... ohmnff... wait wait waiiit! They're... they're gonna... they're gonna come ouuuut!" The feline cried out as he was immediately cast into another fit of deeply pleasured moans as with a noisy wet sputtering pop the gem had finally been freed from his soft velvety guts, his hole now loosely gaping around the string, wide enough that the stagehand's fist could easily pass through, the cat panting as his hole flexed and clenched, squelching shut before hollowly popping open, the next bead well-visible through his gaped anal-ring, the light illuminating all the musky steam that had been released from its previously trapped position in his guts, the scent so sweet that the person nearly found themselves leaning down to huff the cat's hole, just barely able to hold themselves back as they repositioned the hand on the rope, the massive orb quite heavy, bowing the rope down in their grasp as they stared in awe at it. The ball had been absolutely steaming, likely having marinated in the cat's slimy hot rectum for hours, if not for a day or so, the stagehand's cheeks reddening as he began to wonder how often the kitty did stuff like this, coming into work so packed-full... They reared their hand up, spanking the cat's ass, making him nearly drop the pomegranate as he gasped out, a handprint softly fading as they groped the spot they'd hit, giggling, "And what about 'anal beads' is integral to the character of Eros?" They playfully purred, giggling as the cat blushed even deeper, whining as he squirmed his big wobbly booty, the tip of his tail flicking side to side, the movement causing the quiver, and the entire platform he sat on, to sway, the ribbons tied about his body billowing gently as steam rose up from his sweaty musky body. "Ahhmnhf... I just... I can act... a lot more calmly... with them..." He blushed, his face a deep deep red as his cock pulsed to full mast, nearly slapping his chest with its every bob, precum drooling out copiously from it as it shone under the lighting, throbbing as he groaned out, "That answe-" Before he was allowed to finish what was intended to be a cocky comeback he was sent into another moan as the stagehand began to tug hard at the next bead.

His hole spread open far easier than the first time, only managing to swallow a few inches back in, its shape stuck domed outward as he clamped down, moaning out as the strength of his friend overcame that of his butthole, his anus lewdly squelching and sputtering as air was freed to gurgle out from his, his belly groaning as they yanked the bead from his hole, his anus slurping outward, a big gaping puffy hole, mushy slimy assmeat squeezing around the rope, making it harder to see the next ball as his insides fought to keep the balls inside, the cat's depths feeling empty with every big heavy bead that left them after so long of being stretched out wide. He groaned in excitement as, even faster than the second gem, the third was tugged free, his asshole gaping now easily wide enough to fit a melon, his assmeat clenching around the bead, now well visible to the hungry stagehand who simply licked their chops and flexed their biceps, putting their back into pulling even harder, harder, and harder... Before long, with a good rough tug, not only did one ball pop out, but out rushed the other, a rapid sudden explosion of anal slime and air erupting from the cat's now well-gaped asshole as the beads swung down, the stagehand gasping as the true enormity of the set of anal beads was revealed. They stared in awe back and forth, the cat's butthole outturned and puffy, his swollen wrinkled sloppy butthole weakly quivering, his anal ring worked so loose by the sudden play that it could hardly even close an inch, stuck in a big wide gape, his clenches almost acting like pushes, his mound of a gape rising off him before slurping back down against his cheeks, the stagehand gasping, amazed at just how deep and wide his rectum was, his rectal bend more of a tunnel that led straight down his gaping colon, its own first bend somewhat straightened out by no doubt hours worth of anal play. Catstopher whined out, purring and moaning as his legs repeatedly quivered and clenched together, his dazed eyes looking about himself, blushing in shock as he'd realized that the intense motion had made him cum all over himself and the stage, his thick musky seed drooling down the heart around him, running down his lithe feminine upper half as he stared back, his cheeks glowing as he tried to regain his bearings. His hole was so endlessly noisy, uncontrollably gulping up the cool air from his hole, the sudden temperature change making his guts contract as much as they were capable of, wetly queefing the hot sloppy air from his sphincter, his asshole wetly squelching as slime drooled down its form, running down to his balls and dripping over the floor, the heavy set of beads swaying beside his ass, slime running down them as his hungry empty ass gurgled and gulped hungrily at the air.

"See! Mmnhh... look... Look what you mmnh... you diiid! Meanie... it... it can't even shuuut! How am I supposed to play my role with my hole like thiiis..." Catty blushed, staring back at you as his cock throbbed and twitched, unable to soften up from how incredibly excited he'd been. He purred, hungrily mewling as he suddenly surprised the stagehand, pressing his messy slimy gape back against them, its warm surface squelching against their shirt as it wetly kissed them, heat radiating out from it as he billowed his smoggy musky slime over them, moaning, "You... you better stuff them back in you bully..." He stammered, doing his best to act dominant. The stagehand smirked, their own cheeks growing a little rosy at the proposition as they hefted the beads up with one hand, the other hooking four of their fingers into the cat's gloriously blown-out pussy. They sighed, incredibly satisfied at how soft and squishy it had felt after so much destruction, the cat whining at how it felt to have his poor sore hole grasped so suddenly. Slowly they pressed his hole forward, wetly sucking at their shirt before slimily popping off it, a gurgling hollow fart erupting from his ass as they did so, nodding. They leaned down, gazing into his big empty asshole, "I suppose I can't see the hurt in obliging you... I suppose that is my job as a stagehand..." They giggled, looking up at the kitty as he blushed back down at them, hungrily wagging his ass side to side as he impatiently waited for them to stuff the big heavy gems back up into his big slack bowels.

What a perfect night to be working late, they joked to themself~

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At long last, a bit tardy and after some waiting (thank you guys a bunch for your patience genuinely >w<) but I think it's as a result really solid! I've been trying to experiment a lot more in my lighting technique and with how I do effects like bodily fluids and slime to make things look a little more convincing and be less taxing on me, as a lot of my earlier techniques were plainly really inefficient and annoying for me to do x3

But I've gotten a lot better at things, and hope to improve and learn even more in the future! Pretty jazzed about how this all came out though, and this piece gives me some general ideas for some other pieces, so keep your eyes peeled, y'all will be the first to hear about anything. Until then though, thank you for your continued support, and if you have any ideas on the Patreon and how things can be run around here feel free to shoot me a message!

Here, as per usual, is a fantastic song! 

Cheers~!