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Ryder was a basic sergal, always getting a cinnamon latte on his way to work at the same time, Monday to Friday. A routine like that gets you noticed. The couple baristas who worked the morning shifts learned his pattern and after just the first couple weeks, Ryder simply needed to say “The usual" for his latte to be prepared. Sometimes, they even had it ready to go before the black-furred sergal arrived, expertly timed to be nice and hot by the time he paid and continued his way into work.

Sometimes, other people following the same routine also notice you. One brown wolf in particular always seemed to make it to the coffee shop in time to either be ahead or behind Ryder in the line. He dressed in business casual, same as Ryder, and ordered a white mocha every day without fail. The sweetness of his drink complemented his deep and rich scent, Ryder thought, as if the wolf would pair well with his own cinnamon latte. Secretly sniffing a stranger in the queue of a coffee shop was about as far as the sergal was willing to take it, so he enjoyed the silent camaraderie of a fellow office worker grabbing their morning pick-me-up of choice before heading off.

One day, the routine was broken when Ryder was stopped just inside the door to the shop by that very wolf, holding two steaming cups of coffee in his paws. He extended the one in his left out to the stunned sergal.

“This is yours, right?"

“What..?"

“Ryder?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“How do you know my name?"

“It's on the cup."

He took the drink from them and held it up to his muzzle. Cinnamon. They'd brought his drink to him, but he hadn't paid yet. The wolf seemed to read Ryder's confused expression and answered.

“Already paid for!"

“I-I can pay you back-“

“Nah, don't worry about it. Dunno about you, but I won't notice a few missing bucks."

He raised his own cup to his snout and sipped. The sickly-sweet aroma of white chocolate mingled with the wolf's natural scent. Ryder caught himself sniffing the air then turned away, hopefully before they noticed. The sergal thought he spied a smirk on the canine's muzzle before they turned away to walk down the street, calling out as he departed.

“See you tomorrow sergal!"

“Wait, what's your name?"

“Buy me a coffee and find out!"

Ryder found himself blushing, left at the corner of the street with a delicious coffee in hand and a mysterious handsome wolf plaguing his mind. He brought the cinnamon latte to his lips and sipped. Tastier than usual. Perhaps because it was delivered by a not-so-secret admirer. He shook his head, banishing the thought. The sergal headed down the street in the opposite direction, wondering how to present the wolf's coffee to them tomorrow.

The next day Ryder rushed his morning routine to arrive a few minutes earlier to order his own latte as well as the wolf's mocha. His heart stuttered when he found the brown wolf already at the counter, paying for both their drinks. He turned and looked almost as surprised as Ryder.

“Oh-! Tried to beat me here huh?"

“. . . Maybe."

“Not today Ryder. Here."

Their paws pushed a cinnamon latte into him, making him cradle the unexpected drink as they passed by and out the door. Ryder chased out and stuck his head around the corner to shout at the wolf.

“Let me pay for my own drink!!"

“Nope!"

The cheeky wolf. He was jogging down the way, white mocha in hand. Ryder would get him tomorrow. This was now a challenge, he thought, sipping the cinnamon latte. Good, but not as good as yesterday's.

A full ten minutes ahead of schedule; so early that the usual barista hadn't begun making either of their drinks yet. Ryder put in the order, full of smug satisfaction. He wondered what the staff thought about his relationship with the wolf. Apparently it was good enough that they wrote the wolf's name on the mocha without question and allowed him to pay for it, same as they had done yesterday.

Duke.

A few minutes later, the wolf entered the coffee shop to find Ryder with his drink extended out for him. The smile and raised eyebrow suggested he was impressed. Duke took the white mocha and sipped appreciatively, making noises of delight that got the sergal's tail to sway slightly. He gestured with the drink and nodded.

“Thanks for the coffee Ryder."

“No problem Duke."

It became an obligation after that, and then a competition. Ryder still owed him one, but Duke arrived even earlier just to show him up. Of course, that meant the sergal would rush to the coffee shop even earlier to beat the wolf, resulting in Duke showing up even earlier the next day. Ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then a full hour before either of their jobs started, the two furs stood in the shop like an old-western showdown, this time with Duke holding both coffees. The staff whispered amongst themselves and giggled as Ryder flushed with embarrassment.

“How am I supposed to pay you back? This is getting absurd."

“Well, we both know for a fact that we got nowhere to be for an hour. How about you have a coffee with me?"

For the first time since he'd started coming to this shop, Ryder sat in one of the booths with the handsome wolf that had manipulated them into waking up an hour early just to lose the competition anyway. Ryder fought back a laugh as Duke did the same, sitting across from each other and sipping their favourite drinks. His cinnamon latte always seemed to taste better when Duke bought it.

With an hour to kill, they chatted. Small talk. Their jobs, their lives at home, family status, relationship status. Ryder was surprised to find they were at similar stages in life, caught in the work grind and waiting for something spectacular to change them, lest they be ground down into yet another dead-eyed corporate employee. Duke was charming, handsome, and all-around attractive. Tragic that Ryder had discovered the wolf preferred women for his mates during their conversation.

Preferred didn't mean exclusive, however, so that linger of hope remained. Even if they weren't interested in him, the brown wolf was an excellent friend to share a coffee with. Ryder was more than a little sad that their competition had fizzled out, as fun as it was. With their drinks finished and a few minutes left before their shifts began, Ryder got up to make his offering.

“Let me pay you back for all those drinks Duke. Or at least don't show up so early so I can buy yours until we're even, okay?"

“Nonsense. I like this little thing we've got going on. Let me buy you a cinnamon latte every morning, and in exchange…" he pondered for a moment, as if constructing an elaborate punishment for Ryder or a reward for himself. With a devilish grin, the handsome wolf finished the thought: “I'll meet you here, an hour before work each day."

Ryder's heart stalled for a moment. It sounded like what Duke was suggesting was dates. Their current meeting felt much like a date, but it hadn't been planned. There would be no denying some amount of relationship if he were to push his entire routine an hour back just to spend time with a handsome, good-smelling wolf.

“Yeah, s-sure!"

“Cool! See you tomorrow Ryder."

The cheeky wolf winked at him, then dropped his empty cup in the trash and darted out. He looked almost excited, or was that Ryder's wishful imagination?

An hour before work, on the dot, Monday to Friday, Ryder met with Duke at the corner coffee shop where he'd loyally wait at their table with his own white mocha and the sergal's cinnamon latte. Their choice of seating was behind a partition wall and had a poor view of the street, meaning they had some level of privacy from the baristas and street walkers outside. The coffee was amazing, and Duke's company was even better – just what Ryder needed to start the day right. At some point the sergal started looking forward to seeing the wolf more than getting their tasty caffeine fix.

There was plenty to talk about, and then when that ran out there was plenty to do on their little dates. The sergal and wolf learned much of each other over the next few months and made a routine of watching an episode of an anime they shared interest in while sipping their traditional coffees. Every day the cinnamon latte tasted better, and every time he leaned into the wolf's soft fur to get a better angle on Duke's tiny phone screen they smelled better. Ryder wasn't sure when Duke had started putting an arm around his shoulder while they watched, but he didn't mind one bit.

Ryder's clothes stopped fitting him as snugly as they used it. The sergal realised with disappointment that they'd put on a bit of weight as it seemed fat was gathering on their belly and thighs, among other places. His usual business smart clothing was tight in places and loose in others, so he spent a Sunday shopping for new clothes. For reasons unknown, the gender-neutral styles appealed to Ryder the most, so their wardrobe changed into something a bit more ambiguous.

At the same time, the sergal found it more difficult to focus at work. It wasn't just the handsome brown wolf in his mind, it was an unprompted increase in irritability that led to arguments with his coworkers and hasty handwork that resulted in all manner of minor bruises and papercuts. It was a frustrating set of months to say the least, but Ryder always looked forward to sharing a coffee with Duke the next day. As much as he denied it, the sergal was crushing on the wolf hard. The attraction was undeniable, and it pained him to see it so one-sided.

That was why Ryder nearly flipped when Duke gave him a cinnamon latte at their usual table and said, “You're looking awfully cute today."

The sergal was a blushing mess, hardly able to pay attention to the video they were watching. Ryder hid in his cup, savouring the comforting warmth of his latte until it was gone in just a few minutes. Duke chuckled.

“Do I need to get you another one?"

“Ah- no.."

“You drank it awfully fast."

“I was thirsty..?"

“Heh, sure."

The wolf oozed smug confidence, and whereas Ryder typically disliked that type of personality he couldn't help but nuzzle further into Duke's arms. One of the wolf's large, comforting arms rubbed Ryder – something they'd done before on their many 'dates'. This time, when Duke's paw passed over the sergal's chest, he sharply inhaled from the unexpected twinge of pleasure he got from it. Not just a pleasant feeling from the touch of another, but raw, almost sexual pleasure. The wolf didn't stop either, seemingly oblivious to the whimpers Ryder was struggling to suppress. His chest was incredibly sensitive, and he had no idea how much time had passed until Duke grabbed hold of his shoulders and sighed.

“This has been fun. Time to get to work though."

“R-right, yeah."

It was all downhill from there. The exciting hour with Duke turned into a long workday filled with tiresome coworkers and complaining stakeholders. At least it was a Friday, and at least Duke called him cute. He felt butterflies at the thought. That weekend, Ryder masturbated to the brown wolf and discovered that his penis seemed smaller than he remembered it. It wasn't all too surprising since the sergal hardly ever used it, nor did he usually feel the need to. Reconsidering it, Ryder realised they'd much prefer to be on bottom anyway, if push came to shove, especially if Duke was in the equation.

Ryder and Duke's tradition had gone on for nearly a year now, and the gradual changes kept going too. The sergal had to go shopping on the weekend again and found that male clothing simply didn't fit right. He was surprised to find that trying on and subsequently buying women's clothes wasn't as embarrassing as he thought. In fact, his primary thoughts were about what he looked good enough in for Duke to call him cute again. His chest was becoming a problem though; the sensitivity of the sergal's pecs could no longer be ignored, and even though it was unusual, Ryder found the best solution was to wear an easily concealed bra. To go with their slightly more feminine appearance, Ryder found it more comfortable to speak in a higher pitch; people often mistook him for a girl, so he found it easier to just pretend and get asked fewer questions.

The old Ryder would have been bewildered by the changes to their body, but Ryder's personality had changed too. He found his curves appealing, and the evidence that Duke agreed even more so – multiple times he'd caught the handsome wolf hiding an erection when Ryder got too friendly on their coffee dates. They were definitely dates now; the morning meetings were unchanged, but recently the two had arranged to start sharing a coffee in the evenings after work. Not every day, but some days, especially when work was rough.

Those days, work was almost always a chore for Ryder. The office environment no longer appealed to the dutiful sergal as he blamed the incompetence of his coworkers for his constant mood swings. Some of his colleagues had even gone as far as to insult his appearance, calling him 'girly' and 'submissive looking'. He'd lash out at them, then message Duke for another date at the coffee shop later that day.

Ryder wasn't sure if he was building up a tolerance for caffeine, or if he was becoming addicted to the flavour, because he always craved another cinnamon latte after the first, especially when Duke brought it to him. It tasted different when the wolf fetched it for him. Better.

One day, a new barista started working at their meeting place; she was an energetic bunny eager to please her boss and her customers. She didn't make Ryder's latte quite right, but it was still the delicious drink she'd come to associate with Duke. As their morning date ended, Ryder was surprised to see the barista bunny rounding the counter to intercept her. As the brown wolf stepped out, she clutched onto Ryder arm and pulled him aside into a quiet corner.

“What? What is it?"

“That wolf you were with, I think he drugged you..!" she squeaked.

“Excuse me?!" Ryder asked incredulously.

“Well, he got here before you and sat at that table. I wanted to make a good impression, so I went around to ask if I'd made his drink right and I saw him pop the lid of yours and drop a tablet in."

Preposterous. Why would Duke drug him? It was a ludicrous idea – they'd been friends for a year now, and Ryder trusted them with his life!

“Your eyes are screwed on backwards. He'd never do that."

“I-I just wanted to warn you. Do you need help-“

“I don't need your help!"

Ryder voice was raised. The entire coffee shop turned to look. The staff manager quirked an eyebrow. Ryder stormed out, already in a bad mood that someone would have the audacity to doubt a wolf as perfect as Duke. He didn't see that bunny again.

“Hey cutie."

“Hey handsome."

Their flirting was as common as their coffees now. Ryder was in the habit of finishing his cinnamon latte in under ten minutes, and the generous wolf would always fetch him another. They tasted divine. Addiction was in question. The sergal slid in beside Duke to watch the next episode of their show – he'd lost track of how many they'd finished together. The wolf put an arm around him and palmed Ryder's breast. The sergal had breasts now. It was an undeniable fact that his body had changed to now carry two heavy mounds that required bras each larger than the last, until Ryder settled on D-cup. In exchange, his already unimpressive length and balls had each shrunk to the size of cherries, making them unusable – and that was fine.

Ryder's feminine appearance only made him feel more wanted by Duke, and that desire was the only thing keeping him going to work, just so that they could meet for an hour beforehand. Their affection towards each other was unhidden in their private little corner of the coffee shop; it was difficult for anyone on the street to notice what they were doing without stopping and staring through the window, and it was impossible for the baristas at the counter to see them around the partition wall. They had the perfect angle to see anyone coming towards their little corner thanks to a dull reflective surface on the wall, so Duke could grope Ryder's body to their heart's content. And he loved it.

The way they caressed the sergal's thighs, squeezed his tits, and roamed his body with their paws had Ryder tingling all over. He wanted Duke so bad. Wanted the wolf to pick him up and drop him on their cock. Ryder had free reign to grope the wolf too, and had gone as far as to stroke his length multiple times under the table, so he knew they were packing. They had the sense not commit to anything more than that in public, but Ryder wanted it so badly. The desire was tangible, and at that point the sergal was desperate enough to do literally anything the brown wolf asked if he could suck their dick.

“We should get to work sweet sergal.."

Ryder audibly whined. An hour had passed already. He didn't want to go to work, he wanted to stay with Duke. An hour a day wasn't enough, even with the near constant afternoon dates. The wolf went to stand, hesitated, then sat back down. Ryder's hopeful eyes locked onto his.

“I know you don't want to go."

He nodded.

“You don't have to."

Ryder perked up. “I don't..?" This was life. The work grind was every day. He couldn't just, not go to work. What was Duke talking about?

“You know how much I earn. That's enough for both of us to live comfortably. I know how much you hate your job, so… Quit. I'll take a sick day, and I'll take you home with me. Right now. You can be my loyal housewife~"

“Wha- housewife??" Ryder blurted, confounded by the whole outrageous proposition. He looked down at his body. Ryder certainly looked the part, and he did hate his job, and wanted more than anything to provide for Duke and be there when he came home from work. The wolf's suggestion was sounding more appealing by the millisecond.

Duke pulled him into their arms, enveloping him in that comforting warmth once more and whispered into his ear.

“From the moment I bought you that first coffee I knew you'd be a great housewife. Those dissolving estrogen pills worked wonders. You're absolutely gorgeous. Once I started feeding you multiple tablets a day, it only took a year for you to become my good girl~"

Ryder shivered at the last two words. She was a good girl. The old Ryder would have been furious to find out Duke had been drugging them for almost a whole year, but now she was a good girl. His girl. It felt so incredibly right to her, like she'd found her purpose. She would make the best meals for Duke, clean the house, do whatever chores he desired, and submit her body to him without question. Ryder melted into the wolf's arms, whispering back.

“Yes, yes, please, let me be your housewife."

“Good girl."

She shivered again. It was all she could do to not drop to her knees and suck him off. The sergal whimpered as Duke pulled away to start heading out of the coffee shop. She trailed after him, hoping that he was genuinely serious about what he'd said.

“I'll let work know I can't come in today and take you home with me. I want to make love to my beautiful new sergirl housewife~"

“. . . Really..?" she asked, all of the tension in her body coiled and ready to burst at the wolf's dominating voice. Duke extended a paw for the sergirl to take and be whisked away to a grand new life.

“Ryder. Come." Duke commanded.