Introduction (A Story about Anya)
Anya stood at the end of the block. She was a pretty little cheetah with long black hair, bright blue eyes, a body with a sort of fullness, and hips that were constantly in motion. Strangely enough, although she had a rather good-looking backside, she had very little on her chest. She shivered a bit, blew into her cupped paws to keep them warm, and took out a cigarette. She had tried to quit smoking tons of times, but every time she got out on the block, her resolves vanished. She planned on waiting a little bit longer before she went home, seeing as how there was no one driving anymore.
"In the middle of winter," she said under her breath. She turned and began to walk away. She stopped for a second, though, and threw her cigarette on the ground.
"Stop following me!" she yelled and looked around. She started walking again, but stopped a few feet away and began to fiddle with something under her miniskirt. Her hand slid into her panties and pulled her penis out from between her legs. Anya was not really a girl, only pretended to be. He had forgotten his real name by now, having only heard it once when he was a little baby. He felt so much more comfortable this way. He was never attracted to women, only to the muscle-bound, toned furs he saw in Derek's modeling magazines.
He sighed at this relief. "Much better, just another hard day's work."
He pulled out a stick of Lip Balm and began applying to his full, glittering lips. He made a popping noise with his mouth as he rubbed his lips together and giggled. He was about to turn a corner that led him back to his apartment, before he heard a car pull up behind him. Her turned around and saw a long limousine with a wolf in sunglasses leaning out the back window. He called to him.
"Hey! Come here cutie," he said as Anya walked over slowly.
"Can I serve you sir?" he asked.
"I think so, little kitty," he said and unlocked the car door. Anya opened the door and stepped in, smiling.
The wolf looked him over before patting his lap. Anya crawled over to him and sat down on his lap, making sure to rub his butt over the wolf's crotch. The wolf smiled.
"Ok sweetie, its two-hundred for the whole package. That's including condom, but without condom will come out to two-fifty," Anya said with sudden seriousness.
The wolf checked his pockets then slapped himself.
"Ah damn! I forgot my condoms at home..."
"Here you go!" Anya held out a condom he pulled from the elastic of his v-string.
"Well well well, aren't you prepared?" the wolf snickered. Anya giggled. This was Anya's job on weekends, he worked the blocks, acted cute, got fucked and got PAID. It was always the really rich boys who tracked him down!
The wolf muttered something and unzipped his jeans.
"The whole package."
Anya nodded and pulled off his blouse, throwing it over to the floor. He sat on the wolf's lap and tore the condom with his teeth, placing it in his mouth. The wolf smiled as Anya moved down his body and pulled his long wolf penis out of his boxers. He stroked it softly, letting it get nice and hard. When it was, he slid his mouth and the condom over his cock, taking it all the way to the hilt. The condom rolled down onto his penis and Anya pulled his mouth off. The wolf smiled.
"Come on boy, on the floor," he said as Anya sat down on the ground. He looked up at the wolf, wagging and flicking his tail softly. The wolf got down on the ground next to him and laid him on his back. Anya licked his nose and felt his panties slide off of his legs and his skirt followed. The wolf got over him, his juicy hot penis hovering above Anya's own small, throbbing cock. His cock was long and covered in veins, whereas Anya's was small and was maybe 3'' even hard. It beat softly, his rounded cock jumping with every beat.
The wolf picked Anya's legs up and slung them over either shoulder, giving him a good shot at his tailhole. He started to push downwards, rubbing it between Anya's cheeks. Anya moaned like a slut, knowing how much the boys liked that.
"Oh yea baby," he moaned. Anya whimpered and pretended that his cock was the biggest thing he had ever taken. Ha! Anya had taken horses with three-foot cocks before, there was no way this wolf would hurt him! Still, he was very tight for a part-time prostitute, a nice warm hole that all the boys loved, especially his boyfriend.
"Take it little kitty!" the wolf moaned and slid his long shaft inside him gently. The warm thing slipping into his tailhole made Anya moan and he thrusted back against it. It pumped into his hole nice and hard, making him moan and squeal as this big wolf pounded his tailhole hard and fast.
"Come on baby!" Anya said loudly and the wolf lifted him off the floor and held him on his lap as he sat down and humped his hot member into the cute little cheetah. Each time the juicy shaft slid inside him, he humped back and panted loudly. His cock thumped and beat inside him as he thrusted and thrusted. Anya felt his orgasm approaching through the change of pace of his humping, going from nice and smooth to erratic and without a beat. This was too easy!
"Oh come inside me cutie," Anya whispered into his ear and nibbled it gently. That sent the wolf over the edge! He shot a huge load of hot, sticky cum inside the little cheetah, making sure to coat his insides with sperm. Anya moaned and humped back a couple times before sliding off his meat and giggling.
"Mmmm, that was the best I've had all night," he lied. He pasted on a fake smile and watched the wolf blush. Then he felt the pity...this wolf actually believed hi m! He was too naïve to see that this little slut was fooling him! Anya realized then that he was barely 16 years old! A teenager had just paid a 20 year old femboy prostitute to have sex with him! Anya felt terrible about charging him that much...he was probably a rebellious teenager who'd taken a break from his rich father who decided to be a jerk that night...he was just curious about the night life...Anya didn't want to judge without answers.
"Hey sweetie? Aren't you just a little bit too young to be asking someone like me for favors?" he asked with a concerned look. The wolf looked to the floor and blushed deeply.
"Uh, well...I was just uh...you see my...uh, my mother...she..." he stuttered, unable to look this cute crossdresser in the eyes and speak. Anya giggled.
"Listen honey, I'm only a part-time prostitute. I'm also sympathetic to the parent-problem, knowing it first-hand. If you want to talk to someone, then it won't cost you extra," he said with an understanding look in his eyes. He gave a cute little flick of his tail and quiet giggle: "I've also got a bit of a sweet-spot for younger boys."
"Hehe," the wolf chuckled and blushed deeply under his fur. He sat down on the seat behind him and Anya followed. Then the wolf unraveled a story about his life. His father left him, his mother and he were poor for a long time, and then his mother won the lottery and invested in stocks. When the stocks she invested in grew extremely high, they received a huge sum of money. Then he and his mother had a fight about what to do with the rest of their money, each of them wanting to do something equally justifiable with it. Then he set out that night with his driver and his mother's limo to find a prostitute.
Anya smiled softly and stroked his cheek. "It's ok hun. I understand what you're going through. My parents never liked me much anyway..."
"You know...us...we...um we might be a good couple if you think about it..." the wolf muttered and looked away, embarrassed. Anya's eyes widened and he blushed.
"I...I'm sorry hun...but I'm spoken for," he said and held up a ring that his boyfriend gave him for his birthday. The wolf looked away, even more embarrassed.
"Oh yea, yea of course! Why shouldn't someone as pretty as you be in a relationship already?" he asked. Anya giggled and put his face very close to the wolf's. Then he handed him a slip of paper with a number on it.
"This is one of my very close friend's numbers. He's just like me and he's single, looking for a boyfriend as well. I think you should give 'em a call," Anya said and stepped out of the limo. The wolf was silent and looked at the paper.
"Hey! Thanks!" he called to him. Anya waved over his shoulder and kept walking down the street.
"Anya, you're too soft," he said to himself, patting his tummy.
He hummed a quiet tune to himself and looked down an alleyway to see if it was clear. He saw a gang of hooded characters about halfway down, and quickly pulled his head back.
"Ok, so we DON'T go down that way," he said to himself. He looked around for a different route, a fire escape maybe? He had always had a talent for parkour (free-running) and could easily scale a fire escape or two, hop across a couple buildings and get back to his apartment. But he realized that the roofs were extremely icy and he would most likely hurt himself at some point.
"So that's out of the question," he looked down the alley again. They were still there...just standing, shooting up a new drug that had been introduced quite recently. He thought to himself a bit.
"Maybe if I just act like I don't care, they'll let me pass...no that'll never work. They might just be so wrapped up in the drugs that they won't even notice me!" he looked down again and saw them just finishing with the needle. He cursed silently.
"Maybe they'll be too high to notice me?" he said to himself again. "Oh this is useless. I'd rather have to give out a couple freebies then to freeze my ass off in this cold!" he started down the alleyway. The gang looked at him funny, this scantily-clad female walking down their alleyway towards them. One of them tapped their apparent leader.
"Hey Big Dog, check it out," he said and lit a cigarette. Their leader, a huge Rottweiler wearing nothing but a black wife-beater and some navy blue jeans that were full of holes and tattered, looked down the alley. He wore a red bandana and a number of rings on either hand. On his arms were tally marks, presumably marking the deaths of gang members he's killed. He put out his cigarette on his friend's shoulder and then barked at Anya.
"Hey! Bitch! The fuck do you think you're doing?" he called. Anya just turned her head down and walked faster. He stood in her way, pushing members of his own gang out of the way if they didn't already move. Anya tried to walk around him but he jumped in her way every time she did.
"Hey bitch!" he grabbed Anya's cheeks and held her face up to look him in the eyes. He pulled away from his grasp and looked at him.
"I asked you a question, bitch," he said and lighted another cigarette.
"I was just on my way home," Anya stated plainly.
Big Dog laughed. "Well, guess what? You ain't in Kansas no more. You're in our town, and you gotta pay a toll if you wanna go down this road."
"What if I can't pay?" he asked quietly.
"Then we make you pay a DIFFERENT price," he said and flipped out a switchblade. He held it up to his face, making Anya cringe and cower back. She tried to turn back, but there were already guys around him, walls or gangbangers on any side...
This is gonna be an ongoing story thing that I'll write every now and again. Anya will be a character I use for sex stories and sex stories alone. He will appear in a couple stories every now and again, not in an actuall story series.