(Orig.) Time for a Short Break

Despite the malfunction and revealing aspects of the performance the evening had been nothing short of sensational. Neon lights and pyrotechnics flashed and strobed, lighting up the stadium like new years at midnight. Skie danced with conviction, hitting hard when she should yet gliding just as gracefully across the stage with ease. Het performance was a masterpiece. She made one final power stance pose as she belted out the final note just as the current song came to a close. She was out of breath but grinning from ear to ear with such gracious humility as the crowd before her erupted once more.

As Skie caught her breath, reaching the halfway point in her set for the evening, the lights went out and the stadium filled with black light everywhere. Whites of fur from all species lit up like glow sticks in the dark. Her fur was especially brilliant and bright, but what she didn't know or could have prepared for was the effect the black light had on her natural fluids as the night went on. Skie's womanly nectar had started to moisten the panties after such a vigorous and difficult choreographic set, making the fabric glow like a beacon. Her excitement was a part of her inside and out, made stronger still from the adrenaline of performing for so many screaming fans. And while they reaped the benefits of coming to the show and experiencing the concert of a lifetime, the creatures up front found themselves a mere few paw lengths away from Skie's precious fur and dampening nethers.

And with that she finally got her much needed break to scurry off stage with the lights out, giving her time to wet her muzzle with a drink while an instrumental featured her in a small but well made video narration of her career journey, shown to the crowd during the intermission. Skie found she didn't really need the drink as much as she thought she would so she made a note to remove the breaks from the next few shows, possibly cram another song or two in the gap. Her eyes caught the screen showing her history in music and was so transfixed by how it was put together in editing that she failed to notice the stagehands fussing over her outfit, fixing what had gone wrong.