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How on Earth did I end up here. Standing alone, in the cold, at night, outside a fraternity house in the middle of spring no less, was not the typical way you'd assume a first year college student would be spending a Friday night: but, I digress: here I was. As I took in my surroundings it was clear that there was nobody else about since all of the lights were off and there weren't any cars in the driveway that I noticed when I got here. Pulling my phone out from my back pocket confirmed my suspicions. I had open a tab of a certain somebody's social media where a notification had just come through. A new picture had been posted. The picture in question displayed not only a coal black jackal that was both tall dark and handsome, but the rest of his fraternity buddies making merry in what looked like the neon spotlight of a club that the picture had clearly been taken in. Perfect. It was now or never. I rubbed my hands over my arms to generate at least some semblance of warmth in my frigid bones. With the light of the moon at my back I crouched down as low as I could and shuffled my way to the wall opposite me, just underneath an open window.

Sitting with my back against the cold stone I let out a deep, shuddering breath that I didn't even know I was holding in. I was shaking too and not just because of the cold. Dammit, there's no way that this was going to work if I wanna was freaking out already and I hadn't even gotten into the building yet! "Deep breaths Payton, you've come this far. No reason to back out now." I tried to psyche myself up but the truth is that my nerves were really starting to get to me. Who knows when I might get another chance like this again? Everybody in the house had gone out for drinks in preparation for a party that was going to be taking place later on tonight. Not that I'd been invited, of course, but that's besides the point. I wasn't here for the party anyway.

The window above me was only slightly ajar so I'd need to force it open wider if I was going to have any chance of getting in. Whoever had left it open before leaving was surely an idiot but who was I to curse my own good fortune? My numb fingers wrapped around the base of the window and I pushed upwards, standing as I did so. The window itself budged and then flew open. This was it. I shimmied my way over the windowsill in a not so elegant way and pushed myself over the threshold. I was in! Holy shit I actually made it inside! Taking in my surroundings it was evident that I'd landed myself in a kitchen. Even though it was nigh impossible to see given the fact that the lights were off and it was the dead of night, I could still make out a few details. The room itself was fairly average as far as kitchens go with the exception of the general party paraphernalia that adorned it. An arrangement of red plastic cups on the counter here, a multitude of bowls sporting all sorts of off brand snacks over there on a table in the centre and a couple of cheap buntings hanging from the ceiling in large, swooping arcs.

Shaking myself out of my stupor I crawled forwards from where I was resting and towards the nearest door. The layout of the house was a mystery to me since I'd neglected to find that out beforehand I decided to, you know, break in, but it wasn't like I made a habit of doing such things or anything, but in retrospect, it might've been a good idea. The hallways themselves carried on the trend of cheap decorations but in this lighting, they were all booby traps ready to spring at the most ephemeral of touches, putting an end to my little escapade. At least, that's how I treated them. After about five minutes of aimless wandering with minimal progress, I'd found myself where I needed to be. The staircase that I'd been searching for beckoned to me. Situated in front of the main entrance, a faint glow from the moon outside flooded the steps with an eerie blue light through the window in the door almost as if it were a highlighted quest location from a video game.

Once I was up those stairs my objective was find the room that belonged to a Jackal, my jackal, and it'd be open season. All I wanted was a little souvenir for my efforts. Maybe an old shirt, tossed haphazardly into the corner, a chewed up pencil, a box of tissues, hell, I'd settle for just abducting the lamp off of his bedside table if that's what it came to; just something of his to keep for myself to feel a little closer to him when I was alone in my room. The thought alone of possessing something of his was enough to send my head into a giddy spin. So, if it wasn't obvious by now, this jackal that I keep mentioning, I'm crushing on him. Like, big time crushing on him. His name is Jaiden and I could write an entire thesis on all the ways he makes my heart ache, but I don't have time for that right now. Right now, I've got to get what I need, then get the hell out of here.

Determined not to mess it up when I'd come this far, I painstakingly tiptoed my way one floorboard at a time to the foot of the stairs. No sooner had my foot grazed the first step however, did I hear in the not so distance, the hollering and laughing of my what could only be the one thing I had failed to consider. They were home early. Not good, absolutely not good! Oh fuck, I could hear the sound of the cars wheels churning up the concrete in the driveway. I was caught like a deer in headlights: quite literally since there were now headlights shining through the door's window directly onto me causing my legs to start shaking. I had to move, NOW. There was no time for me to panic or over think. It was honestly surprising at just how fast I bolted from the staircase and sprinted back the way I had come. Back in the hallways it was so dark I had no idea which way to go! * Click*, that must've been the sound of the front door opening, there was no more room for hesitation. My frantic gaze made contact with a single door based right at the very end of the corridor. The cheerful voices behind me were getting closer and at this point I was probably about ninety nine percent adrenaline which had me sprinting faster than I think I've ever done before towards my only salvation.

My fingers closing around the door handle, the ferocity that I threw the door open and the speed at which I closed it, leaving just milliseconds before the gross incandescence of the hallway lights being turned back on to reveal me: all of these events pirouetted around my mind In a nauseating blur as they happened one after another. The anxiety still fresh in my veins had my ears splayed completely against my head as I backed away from the now firmly shut door. This new and abrupt change of scenery however, had me feeling discombobulated. The tiled walls and pair of stalls told me that I'd found my way into a bathroom. A single sink with a mirror above it opposite to the stalls left me staring back at my own dishevelled reflection. Saying I looked like shit was putting it mildly. Two tired yellow eyes stared back at me as I gazed into the mirror. My pale brown fur seemed to look even more drab and colourless than usual. Yes, I was definitely looking like a ghost that haunted these toilets.

My mind played out my next course of action after that moment of thoughtlessness. The stalls! Maybe I could hide in one of them? Not that it would do much good if somebody actually came in here but maybe it would buy me a few more moments to say my final prayers to whatever Gods were listening. The Inside of the stall was cramped so I decided to just hug my knees on top of the closed toilet lid after making sure the door was locked. Burying my face into my knees, a sigh wracked with anguish escaped my lips. This was not supposed to happen, this was not how it was supposed to go! What the hell am I going to do now? What if someone comes in? Would they call the police? What if I get arrested? Would the police believe me if I told them that I just really needed the bathroom and I saw the open window? What if I went to prison? I can't survive in jail! My mind reeled at the hurricane of worst case scenarios and apocalyptic fantasies I was able to conjure up sitting curled up alone in that stall. I had to calm down before I gave away my hiding place. Nobody knew I was here which meant that there was still a chance for me to slip out unmolested. It was all I could do to sit there silently and try not to cry.

Time seemed to lose all meaning, sitting in the stall as I was, but going by the blaring party music combined with the the obnoxious banter of maybe, I don't know, a close to a hundred other furs coming from outside? I think it was safe to assume that I'd been here far too long. The party was in full swing and I was no closer to figuring out how on earth I was going to get out of this mess. God, I'm so fucked. But, of course, I wasn't allowed to mourn my own stupidity for a little while longer. That would be too generous of the universe. My self lamenting was abruptly halted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. It was inevitable, really, I knew that. This was a bathroom after all but it didn't make the situation any less terrifying. If I could just keep my cool: if I could just stay quiet and wait for him to leave... The door to the only other stall on my left opened and closed again. A fly could be heard being opened before the sound of piss hitting the bowl split the otherwise crushing silence like the crack of a whip.

So I waited for him to finish patiently, zip up, hopefully wash his hands (though let's be honest, what were the chances of a drunk young adult doing that?) and leave. I'm not sure whether I was expecting him to miraculously become aware of my presence and come hurtling into my stall demanding an explanation as to why I was there or to be chomped down on from above by a T-Rex like in that one movie but despite my palpable unease... nothing happened. The sound of a flush brought relief to my frazzled nerves. But subverting my expectations once again I didn't hear the sound of his fly going back up nor did I hear the sound of the stall door opening again. The seconds ticked by despairingly. Why wasn't he leaving? He didn't pass out in there did he? A rap of knuckles on the wall connecting our stalls had me growing rigid on the edge of my seat as I pulled my knees closer to my chest.

The smell was what made me look down. Unmistakably earthy, a little spicy and very, very musky. The scent of arousal. My eyes slowly crawled down the wall. Oh, Hell no. You have got to be kidding me. Poking through the stall through a crudely carved out hole was a moderately sized and most definitely erect dick. My face scrunched up in disgust. Nope. Absolutely not. That thing can come back from whence it came because there was no way in hell I was getting near that. My impromptu partner on the other hand had other ideas, which, he made apparent through another, much more aggressive knock. I recoiled further into the corner but other than that, stayed motionless. Instead of a third knock, this time he spoke albeit it was clear he was pretty drunk. "C'mon sweetheart, I know you're in there. Don't be nervous, it doesn't bite hehe, I promise." Well, while I was sure it didn't, that didn't change the fact that it may as well have been a knife sticking through the wall the way I saw it. "I'm not gonna have to come round there and give you a little encouragement myself... am I..? Personally?"

I could practically hear the smile growing on his face as he said that. Jeez, it looked like I wasn't being given much of a choice was I? It was this or being found out but... That certainly didn't make it any easier, or less repulsive. Resigning myself to my unfortunate fate I slid off of the seat and got on my knees. Conveniently, the glory hole was at a pretty good height which made me wonder how I had missed it when I first got here. The cock hovering in front of throbbed like some kind of sentient alien lifeform growing out of the wall. This was so gross, I can't believe I was actually about to do this. The dick itself was clearly canine, the red colour and tapered tip were a dead giveaway. Now I wont lie and say I have a lot of experience with this kind of thing mind you. In fact, I didn't actually have any experience at all. Being in the closet in high school meant that I was practically celibate for that period of my life save of course, my own hand and a bottle of lotion. Upon arriving at college however, I'd sought to change that until I met Jaiden. We'd had a shared class wherein we were partnered up to complete a project and presentation. The week that we'd been given to complete said assignment had us spending a fair amount of time together just talking and working. He was just so cool and nice to me and, and just _dreamy. _A week of one on one time with somebody like him was ample enough for me to fall hopelessly and inexplicably in love. Since then I'd been far too nervous to talk to him. Even looking at him was difficult to do without feeling anxious and like I had to look away. At this point it had been quite some time since then and I wouldn't be surprised if he had totally forgotten who I was but I'd decided for myself that I would save my first time for him. And no, it's not creepy, It's romantic!

But here I was, facing the unknown cock of somebody I'd probably never even seen before and I was being expected to suck it, like, right now. Speaking of which I had no idea how to actually get started. I decided that the most logical first step was to touch it but even that had me apprehensive. Despite my reservations, my tentative fingers reached out to wrap around the tool in front of me. He mumbled something from the other side but it was too slurred for me to make much sense of it. What I noticed first was the heat, I'd touched myself multiple times so maybe it was just the circumstances that made me more aware of it, but it was almost as if I could feel the blood flowing through his shaft just underneath the red skin. I started to move my hand up and down at a steady pace eliciting a lusty groan from the occupant opposite me. He soon grew tired of that it seemed, as he pushed his hips further forwards and just close enough to have it brush the tip of my nose leaving a smear of precum. I flinched backwards in surprise. When had I moved so close? This was the moment of truth, I suppose. My muzzle inched closer, the smell getting stronger before It was just millimetres from my lips. That tapered tip glared at me and I glared right back at it. In retrospect I'd describe the following as a sort of, mental defence mechanism. If I could pretend that this canine dick in front of me belonged to my beloved Jaiden then it wouldn't nearly be as bad. Besides, for all I knew it very well could have been him, although unlikely, but a boy could fantasize. I closed my eyes and pictured the charming body of my jackal on the other side of the wall. His hands pressed against it, hips jutting forward, waiting for me to devoutly take him into my mouth. It was a testament to my imagination really. Here goes nothing. Parting my lips, I let the tip slide past my lips.

To be honest, it didn't taste as bad as I had been preparing for, but in saying that, it wasn't exactly pleasant either. A mixture of fleshy nothingness and the slight tang of having not shaken his dick off was pretty grim to say the least. Getting down to business I started with a quick and furtive lick to the head of his cock. He seemed to like that. I tried to keep my ministrations as conservative as I could but it was clear very quickly that he wasn't going to get off with just that. I rationalised that I'd have to put in a little bit more effort at the expense of my own pride. I brought my tongue to the base of his cock and dragged it to the tip in a slow motion that made my face heat up. This was so wrong. The shame I had begun to feel started to bubble up inside me. The adrenaline I'd been feeding off of was quickly waning and the reality of my situation was making itself more apparent. The fact was, I was on the dirty bathroom floor giving head to a stranger that probably wasn't Jaiden. It felt as if a black storm had picked itself up in the pit of my stomach. Feelings of anger at myself, sadness at the betrayal I was committing to my one love caused a glossy sheen to spread over my eyes. But I was in too deep now. I had no other choice than to finish what I had foolishly started.

My game plan quickly changed from "Let's do the bare minimum because I don't really want to do this" to, "Please, please, please just get this over with". I took as much of his rod into my mouth as I could without gagging, feeling disgusted at myself. I still didn't know quite what I was doing but my wild and disarrayed tongue movements and the hot tightness of my mouth seemed to please the drunk canine in the other stall. His salty precum leaked onto my tongue and made me want to gag but I stayed put, willing him to just finish already and leave me to my own misery. His own hips began to buck and soon he was panting loud enough for me to hear him. I puckered my lips to create a seal and let him do the rest of the work. Soon enough I could hear him moaning as he was quite clearly reaching the pinnacle of his pleasure as I was simultaneously reaching my own antithesis of that. I looked up and saw his fingers enclosed around the top of the stall wall dividing us as his moans hitched. His orgasm oozed into my mouth as he came, the taste immediately making me retreat off of his cock which turned out to be a big mistake as the next few ropes of spunk splattered across my face.

As I stared, mortified at the penis retreating back through that hole a single tear danced at the edge of my eye and I choked down a sob. All of the feelings of despair, now amplified at the conclusion of the deed erupted in an uncontrollable wave of regret. "Ahh, fuck man that was good..." The canine paused and I sniffled. "Wait, shit dude, are you... crying in there?". I froze and did my best to remain silent. The last thing I needed was this fur to come round and try to check on me. That would mean getting found out. The slow seconds of silence dragged on before I could hear the sound of the other stall door opening and closing. I held my breath, but as luck would have it I only heard the sound of the bathroom door shutting behind him.

After a moment of just sitting on the floor I sat back up onto the toilet. I couldn't stay here any longer, unless I was looking for a round two, which I most definitely was not, I had to get out of there. Deep breaths. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind I psyched myself up as much as I could. The fear of a repeat of that whole ordeal was enough of a pseudo confidence boost for me to unlock my stall door and step outside. I looked around and took note other open stall and the untouched soap by the sink. Yep, gross. After cleaning up my face with said soap and water the best I could, I stepped towards the door and after inhaling deeply, opened it and stepped out.

Immediately I regretted my decision when around twelve pairs of eyes turned to look at me. I'd known, sort of, that there were a lot of people at this party. I'd certainly heard a lot of intermingling voices, but there were even furs loitering in the hallways simply by virtue of needing somewhere to stand and talk. I took a step back and felt my blood run cold. Who would be the first to accuse my being there? Had that canine told all of them of the perverted slut giving head in the bathroom? Would they alert the fraternity members that there was some loser that had snuck into their party without them knowing about it? What if... what if... I felt a tell-tale feeling of dread encroaching in on me but nothing happened. They each gave me a passing or disinterested glance before returning to their conversations. But, of course they did. I felt silly. Why on Earth would they think any of those things? For all they knew I was just another party goer, nothing suspicious at all about me. They didn't know why I was really here, or what I had just done. I was being paranoid, that was it.

I felt relieved, like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders and all of a sudden I could no longer hear the frantic beating of my own heart in my ears, just the melodic bass of the music that reverberated throughout the house. For a moment I considered just leaving and going home. After what had just transpired who could blame me for doing that? Alternatively, though, How could I have come this far, done all of that, just to go home empty handed? No, there was no way I could do that, the high concentration of furs might even make my job easier.

Slipping through students and friends of said students gathered at the party like an eel, I made my way through the function until I found myself once again staring at the stairs that led to the second floor. Some people were gathered on them, sitting and drinking. But other than a few empty cups dotting the steps, the upper floor from what I could see looked largely unoccupied. I danced past the few that lingered by the stairs and ascended until I was at a landing with a selection of doors and junctions. Not knowing which door would lead to Jaiden's room was proving to be a problem as I was beginning to find out. Moving as quietly as I could I checked out each door and wondered which his could be. As luck finally seemed to be on my side, most of them had name tags on them which made things a whole lot easier for me. I moved swiftly down the arrangement of doors until finally, "Jaiden" I said, barely above a whisper.

Excitement began to well up inside of my and I could feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. My fingers twitched with that growing feeling of excitements as I caressed the handle. But just as I was about to open it a thought crossed my mind. What if he was in there? What if someone _else _was in there? Fuck it. I opened the door and quickly stepped inside, closing it behind me. Scanning the room it was clear that I was alone, thankfully. The room was so... ordinary. Minimal furniture, a band poster or two, messy, of course. But despite the benign nature of the room, to me, it was like stepping into the garden of Eden. Or perhaps the treasure trove of a sunken ship? Either way, my tail began to wag as I stepped further in. My eyes went to what looked to be a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room. It made sense, frat boys didn't seem like the type to keep on top of laundry. I knelt down and picked out a shirt. It was wrinkled and faded but just to be able to hold something of Jaiden's in my hands, something that had _touched _ him. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I brought the shirt to my nose and breathed deeply.

His scent filled my lungs and a sense of complete and utter euphoria rushed through me. The high was better than any drug which, mind you, I hadn't done much of, but still. Every atom in my body burned with ecstasy, my mind going blank and then reliving the sensations all over again as I huffed it again and again. Hugging the shirt close to me I sifted through the remaining clothing. A pair of socks, jeans, more shirts, until... A pit fell in my stomach as I gazed upon a pair of his underwear caught between another dirty shirt and pant leg. Letting go of the shirt I had been holding I shakily lifted the garment up. They were blue with a black waistband with a brand name embroidered across it. Now this, was more than I could have hoped for. I'd thought of just getting away with maybe a used pen or old notebook, something innocuous that he wouldn't even realise was missing. But now that I was here, how could I possibly not? I brought the underwear to my nose and inhaled. Maybe I blacked out for a few seconds, or came, who could say? It wasn't that the scent was overpowering, although I was very much appreciating it, it was more the act in and of itself that left my giggling with juvenile delight. I was in my crushes room, playing with something so intimate to him. A deed so taboo, so devilishly disreputable, so unequivocally unhinged. It was like all of my deepest fantasies had decided that tonight was the night that they would cross the threshold from unreal to real... and I relished it. I was a child that had just been taken to candy land.

I lost track of how long I spent rummaging through Jaiden's belongings. The idea of just taking one thing and then leaving immediately had seemingly been left at the door. Could you blame me though? I'm sure that if you had a similar opportunity you would do exactly the same thing. I was simply making the most out of this particular situation. Besides, who knew if I would ever get this sort of opportunity again? My rampaging violation of Jaiden's personal items was not to last much longer, however. Soon enough to break me out of my perverted mania was a voice. "What the fuck" It said. Oh shit. My jubilation came crashing down so immediately it gave me what could only be described as emotional whiplash. My heart had caught in my throat and I'm pretty sure that if you could peer into my gaping mouth you could probably see it. Every fibre of my muscles had petrified as I stood motionless praying that perhaps what I'd heard was not a voice, but in fact a very meticulous draft of wind that had just so happened to have sounded exceedingly like... Jaiden.

"I said, what. The. Fuck?" the repeat and subsequent confirmation that what I had just heard was not in fact mother nature playing an unscrupulous trick on me made me cringe into myself. Slowly I rotated to face the jet black jackal that now stood between me and the doorway. I kept my eyes firmly attached to the ground but the uncomfortable silence almost coerced my eyes to begin painstakingly roaming up the legs of that jackal. Past his belt, up and past the brand name that adorned the shirt he was wearing and finally on those almost glowing blue eyes. That particular shade of blue in his eyes mad him look just about supernatural. And he stared at me. A stare that would be branded into my mind forever. A stare of such utter bewilderment. A stare that evoked such a sense of horrid regret and shame in myself. A stare that in my mind, would take years of therapy to get over, if at all. And stare he did. Arms folded he waited in silence, assumedly for me to say something. But what was there to say? I had been caught completely red handed. No, there was nothing to say. No way to talk myself out of this one, not in a million years. Perhaps I should just come clean? Fall to my knees at his feet and explain everything. Tell him how much I loved him, tell him how I thought about him every day, that the only thing that went through my mind when I was alone was the thought of his embrace, his lips. If I begged him for his forgiveness would he give it to me? My mind once again twisted into a dim vortex of negative emotions. He would hate me for this. He'd never talk to me again and I'd be all alone. I'd have to live my life with the knowledge that I could never be his, that he could never be mine. In that moment, I think my mind broke a little bit. A way for my brain to stop it's imminent self destruction as my world began to crumble like dust around me.

And in that moment all I could say was: "I-it's not...what it looks like..." Nice. That sounded_ completely_ legit. My eyes were pulled to the floor, unable to hold his accusatory gaze any longer. The bundle of his personal effects I had collected soon followed and were dropped into a pile at my feet as my arms fell limply to my sides. "Huh??" He broke the silence once again, one eyebrow raised as his arms crossed and his stance changed to put his weight more on one of his legs. "So, what is it then? What the hell are you doing?" He continued. His words stung, they were like cold icicles piercing into my, in that moment, very fragile heart. He wasn't supposed to talk to me like that... he was my love... he wasn't... "Uh... well, I was, uhm, you know, I was..." I bit back my tongue to stop myself from digging myself an even deeper hole. Throughout my pathetic attempt to save myself he stood there, face and body unchanging.

Jaiden took a step forwards and thusly I took one back. He almost laughed in what I assumed was thinly contained anger. "You have, five seconds, little man, to give me a really, really good fucking reason as to why you're in my room putting your hands on my stuff". Turning my head to the side I brought up one of my hands to idly rub my other arm but still, I stood there dumbly. "Five" he began. "Four" he took another step forwards. "Three!" Another step towards me. He was getting angry now. "N-no, stop.. please!" I pleaded to him, hating how pathetic I sounded. "Two!" Now he was in arms reach of me. My knees buckled and I fell to them in front of him, the impact I would regrettably feel in the morning. "Not this, please don't make me! I-I'm really sorry!" Holding my arms up to protect myself I could feel his presence right in front of me. Squeezing my eyes shut I could feel a single tear drip down past my cheek as I trembled before him. Clearly Jaiden was confused at my overreaction as he hesitated for a moment: just one moment, before grabbing my arm and dragging me up so I was standing at more or less at eye level with him; or as close as our innate height difference would allow. "One!" The jig was up I opened my eyes to see him, arm raised as if he were about to hit me.

In that singular moment a wave of clarity washed over me. I felt calm, despite the direness I found myself in, like I could say or do anything. "I-I...uh...love you." I was shocked after I had said it. I waited anxiously for the weight of Jaiden's fist to come crashing down onto me, bracing myself for the pain, but nothing happened. "You... what?" If I myself was surprised then Jaiden was positively baffled at this sudden turn of events. Well I'd said it once, God knows how, so I most definitely wasn't going to say it again. I just looked at him and he at me. After a moment though, Jaiden had broken out of his trance and that look of pissed off annoyance was back on his face. "Bullshit." he said "We don't even know each other." Admittedly, that hurt. The one week that I'd spent with him had meant the world to me, but to him, he couldn't even remember who I was. He didn't care. The time he'd spent with me wasn't nearly as important to him as it had been to me. It wasn't surprising really, now that I think about it. I wasn't even sure if he liked guys... like that. Let alone me. It made me want to cry. "W-we do know each other! That time, in class with the project! We were paired up a-and we worked on it together, I-I think that's when... I know that's when...". It took a moment, as he studied my face, but soon enough realisation shined through the cracks of his fading anger. "You can't be serious... can you?" He questioned. "I am! I promise I'm serious. I'm telling you the truth".

This was probably the most humiliated I'd ever felt in my life. I'd dreamed about the day that I'd finally be able to tell Jaiden how I felt but I'd never thought that that day would come so soon, or that it would happen like this. My ears splayed, my tail drooped and my eyes still thought that the floor was a far more accommodating sight than Jaiden's face. "Tch, okay, whatever, like I give a shit. You still haven't answered my question and I'm starting to get impatient" Jaiden spat. From my perspective, he'd seemed to have lost his patience when he'd gotten physical with me, but that was besides the point. I had to think of something to say and fast. There was no point though, even though my mind raced through a million different long and convoluted lies I could spin to maybe not have him flip out and smack me, I couldn't think of anything. It was time to come clean.

"I wanted... something of yours to take home with me." The grip on my arm tightened and I winced. "It was just going to be something small, something that you wouldn't notice was missing but when I got here... I, well, I got carried away." Suddenly the grip on my arm was gone and I felt an impact on my chest that sent me over and onto my ass. He'd pushed me over. "Oh great, so not only are you some creepy, stalker, your also a perverted little thief too huh? Is that it?". It hurt to hear him yell at me like that and my initial instinct was to deny it, but when he put it so blatantly like that... he wasn't exactly wrong. Instead, I just hung my head in quiet sorrow.

"I-I know I'm an idiot, a-and a freak." Maybe if I tried to appeal to his sympathetic side, he might feel sorry for me. "Yeah, you're both of those things" he retorted. Damn, ouch. Jaiden sighed and pinched the bridge of his muzzle. "Alright short stuff." he began. "You're clearly not right in the head, he voiced as he simultaneously jabbed a finger betwixt my eyes for emphasis. "So I'll go easy on you." I held my breath, not knowing what he meant by that. "We can make a deal alright?" Slowly I nodded in agreement. it wasn't like I was really in a position to refuse. Jaiden crouched and leaned in close to me to accentuate the importance of what he was about to say. In that moment, I couldn't deny, that having his face that close to mine got me a little excited and I had to control myself so as not to start blushing. I did not want to make this situation any worse than it already was. "First things first, you scurry off back to wherever it is that you came from and get out of my house." His breath on my face was warm and I was able to detect a diluted hint of alcohol on my sensitive nose. He wasn't that heavy of a drinker, I suppose. "Number two," he then held up two fingers to stipulate that. "You get your creepy ass out of my life. I don't want to see you, hear you, smell you. I want you to pretend you don't exist when I'm around". He smiled warmly as he finished. No... God! Anything but that!

It wasn't a question, he was telling me, demanding _me. But.. how could I possibly accept such conditions? If I said yes then I'd never get to be with him. I'd never get to have him hold me, kiss me, tell me I was beautiful, that I was _his! Everything that had transpired tonight would have all been for nothing! There was just no way I could give up on my fantasy like that. Jaiden however, wasn't finished. "You do that for me and I won't break your arm and we'll keep this whole ordeal our little secret, hm? How about that?" It was impossible to tell if that was genuine care seeping into the words he spoke or if it was just cockiness. I chose to believe that it was the latter and I knew what I had to say. "No." I mumbled. I don't think he expected that. The smile that he had worn but moments ago quickly evaporated and was replaced with a look of genuine perplexity. That perplexity, in turn, shifted into a darker expression that had me whimpering.

"I'm sorry, did you just say 'no'?" Jaiden was staring daggers at me now and the tightness of his grip on my arm returned. He held it so tightly that I could swear that the bones beneath my skin were grinding against each other. He wouldn't really go through with his threat would he? There was no way my Jackal would actually break my arm, would he? I tried my best to keep quiet but soon the pain was ramping up to be too much to bear. I choked out a sob and my free hand flew to where he was holding my arm in a meagre attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. "I can't!" I managed to get out through pained gasps. "I have to see you, I can't take being away from you forever! Please Jaiden, I'll do anything! I NEED you!" There it was, the last vestiges of my ego disintegrating as I sat and begged this man to not shut me out of his life before I'd even had a chance to be in it.

The constraint on my arm eased. "Anything? Are you for real?". I couldn't quite tell but.. was that a grin that he was trying to conceal? "W-well I... yes... anything". The solemnness in my expression gave away the sincerity of what I'd just admitted. "And just how far are you willing to take that claim?" He probed. Heart beating faster I once again looked up at him. "As far as you want me to. Just give me a chance!". Jaiden gave me a look that said 'this weirdo might just be insane enough to mean it' and I knew I had him intrigued. A flick of his head as indication followed by a: "Get on the bed" put me on ice. Under any other circumstances that would have been the most electrifying thing I could have ever heard, but I'm not that _crazy. I realised that Jaiden _had just tried to snap my arm in two and the uncertainty of what would happen to me when I complied -because I most certainly was going to comply- made sitting there stock-still a lot more appealing.

"You said anything didn't you?" Jaiden's voice abrupted my train of thought. He was right. I had indeed said anything, was it too late to take it back? Probably. "Five" he began counting. Oh Hell, not this again... "Four". This time though, I was far speedier to do what was expected of me and I scrambled up onto my feet and made my way the final few steps to the bed. Still contemplating the implications of what Jaiden meant when he'd told me to 'get on it' I justified simply sitting gingerly on the edge and waited for further instruction. "Take off your shirt". And so I did. My shirt briskly joined the pile of his on the floor by the bed. that I just a short time ago, been nosing through, leaving me partly exposed to him. I wrapped my arms around my chest in embarrassment as he drew closer to me. Slowly, Jaiden raised his hand to knock away my arms effortlessly and began to brush his fingers over my flat chest. I shivered at his touch. I'd dreamed of this moment, of him touching me almost exactly as he was now. This did not go unnoticed by him.

He hooked a finger underneath my chin and placed his thumb on my quivering lips, tracing small circles over them and nigh forced me to make eye contact with him. "And the rest". At first the nerves endings that were currently being fried off by his touch (not literally, of course) made me hesitate until... oh, the rest" Without breaking eye contact my fingers began to fumble at my jeans which swiftly, albeit clumsily, joined the growing pile of intermingling clothes on the ground which left me in just my underwear. I paused with my fingers hooked underneath the waistband. It wasn't that I didn't want him to see me naked, it's just that I'd never been this exposed before, especially not to someone I held in such high regard. My head started to race with insecurities. What if he didn't like the way I looked? What if I'm not his type? What if with each item of clothing I discarded I was turning him off? Well, one look at his predatory gaze scanning my lithe form dashed any doubt in my mind that I was turning him_ off_ at least.

Soon enough, my underwear had disappeared and I was left sitting bashfully in front of him, completely naked. Jaiden leaned forward: an invisible force between the two of us made me lurch backwards so that I was lying down with his face just inches from mine. His muzzle then closed the lingering distance between us but not towards my lips, like I'd hoped. His mouth made first contact with my neck and he trawled his tongue across it and up the bottom of my chin. "Ohh.. Jaiden~" I moaned. I couldn't help it! He was licking my neck! My eyes rolled back as his tongue made one more track over the same spot and it was all I could do to stop myself from squealing with bliss. "You don't like it?" He was teasing me. "N-no I do." Was my reply. The fact that I was the only one naked was criminal. If he could see me like this then I wanted to see him naked too! "Can you take off your... shirt?" I was such a pussy. I wanted to ask him to get completely naked but I bailed at the last minute. Jaiden stopped licking and looked straight at me. "Ha! You're asking me to do something for you?". I cringed and shut my eyes. I didn't mean to offend him but he let the silence drag. "I'm just messing with you. I'll do it, just because you were brave enough to ask". I opened my eyes to witness the sculpted perfection of his chest be revealed to me as he forewent his shirt. Win!

Well, if it had worked one time, then maybe it would work again? "C-could you kiss me?" Jaiden laughed dryly. "No" he replied bluntly. Dismay swamped my face but the jackal just smiled wickedly. "But I'll do something else for you, little freak." His voice was rumbling directly into my ear now as he leaned in and placed a hand squarely on my midriff. "Not that I have to ask, but I will anyways." he added. "How badly do you want me to carve my name onto your vocal cords?". That question... oh! That question wracked my entire body with a shiver and I squeezed my legs together. Sure, it might have sounded a little cheesy under different circumstances, but the way he said it in his sultry, deep voice... A delicate "yes please" was all that I could muster.

"Open up." he ordered. When Jaiden said 'jump' I said 'how high' and I opened my mouth for him. Two fingers trailed up my stomach and all the way onto my tongue before creeping their way to the back of my throat. It was making me gag but I did it for him. "Lick". I closed my mouth and gently suckled on his fingers like I was a baby. He looked impressed that I was so willing to please him. It made me swell with pride. I felt like I could weep tears of joy in that moment. Jaiden wasn't kicking me out of his life, he was giving me a chance to redeem myself. With each languished swab of my tongue between his fingers he was forgiving me piece by little piece. In that singular moment I felt like I could die happy. As I lay in his bed, exposed and vulnerable as the day I was born, he smiled at me. And all the doubts that I had about myself, every depressing self deprecating thought I'd had about myself, every time I'd thought I wasn't enough, that I would never be good enough for somebody. Jaiden was pleased with me. If I was enough for him then I was enough for myself.

The fingers in my mouth suddenly withdrew and I looked at Jaiden confused. He brought a dry thumb to rub underneath my eye and glanced inquisitively at me. "You're crying." he said flatly. Was I? I mimicked him and brought my own thumb to my other eye and it did indeed, come back damp. "Oh.. sorry Jaiden, I.. I'm just so happy". He just stared blankly at me, but that was okay. "Yeahhh..." he drawled and shrugged. I smiled genuinely at him and those fingers went lower. I could feel them at my backside, playing with that most private part of me. There was no ceremony. No foreplay. His fingers just pierced into me as deep as he could get them. I hissed at the burning uncomfortable sensation. "Ah!" I whined as he began to scissor those two digits inside of me. He began to stroke me from the inside out, coating me in my own saliva and sending little electric shocks through me as he fumbled with nerves that had never been assailed like that before. His fingers went deep, seeking to stretch out as much of me as he could so that I might accommodate something bigger soon to come. I was patient but with each little graze of his knuckles against my innermost walls had me groaning in sweet anticipation..

The temperature of my body had begun to rise and I could feel the flames of arousal ignite over my nether regions. Soon I was growing hard at his rough treatment. It was a little uncomfortable, I'll admit, but it would get better soon, wouldn't it? Soon enough however, those fingers vanished from within me and Jaiden leaned in close once again. "You know what happens next, don't you". I did, so I just nodded. "So why don't you tell me why you want it so badly." I didn't expect him to ask me that so I had to consider it for a second or two. In the end I merely sighed and exclaimed: "Because I love you, Jaiden". He held my eyes and brought a hand to clasp my cheeks. "You said that already" he continued. "Do you mean that? You aren't lying to me are you?". Of course I meant it! "Yes" I breathed. "So you'll let me do whatever I want to you, won't you? You won't complain about it because you love me, right?". For a fleeting moment I felt a slight unease. He seemed to be getting a little excited, but then again, so was I. "I promise" was my final response before I heard his flyer come down and felt the pressure of his clearly erect dick against my entrance.

Jaiden's eyes flashed with iniquity before I felt that familiar burn return to my sphincter. He wasn't gentle and soon I could feel him hilt fully inside me, his hips flush with mine. I wasn't seeing stars, I could see constellations behind my eyes as my mind went blank. My breathing slowed and I just revelled in the satisfaction and joy I felt now that my lover was finally inside of me. It felt so right, like this was something that was meant to happen from the moment I entered this world, like fate. The elation that fanned throughout my body made me feel like I was floating. I sighed happily as I felt content. But I also felt... pain?

It hurt. It burned. It felt as though a thousand needles were collectively piercing every millimetre of my inner passage. The fulfilled moan I had expected to release as my beloved took me was replaced by a terrible wail of agony. The sensation of Jaiden entering me had felt more akin to being impaled by a searing blade. I once again felt the nauseating emotional transformation of going from the happiest I had ever felt, to an excruciating sense of very legitimate fear. That midnight furred canine that had made me feel so special but seconds ago began to move; grating his cock against my soft, velvety insides like sandpaper, fast.

But it didn't stop, Jaiden kept on moving. In and out, he pistoned into me, evoking an acute feeling of incredibly painful friction. I grit my teeth and screwed my eyes shut in an attempt to ride out the pain but it wasn't getting any better. "Jaiden!" I screeched, "Please stop! I-it hurts!". He simply ignored me. Each movement of him inside of me drew out a sob that would be heart-breaking to anybody else. It was devastating. I couldn't understand. Why was my lover hurting me? This was supposed to feel good! We were supposed to enjoy this together, making each other feel better then we'd ever made anybody else feel. It was supposed to be... supposed to be...

My eyes pleaded at Jaiden to make it stop, but when I looked into his, all I could see was a foul and perverse lust, a desire to take what he wanted with no regard for anything other than his own sick pleasure. He panted above me in exertion. It was like he was trying to be rough! In between his pants and his amused grunts he brought his hands to my waist and stared down from his position above me. "Shut up." Was all that he said. My eyes went wide and I braced myself for the tears to loose down my cheeks again. How could he say that? It hurt. It hurt so much. "You said I could do what I wanted didn't you? You even said you wouldn't complain about it. Didn't you?" My arms sought his shoulders as I uselessly attempted to push him away from me. The tears were flowing freely now but all the while Jaiden never let up his unabated thrusting. "But I don't like it anymore! It hurts so badly!" I snivelled, searching desperately for any shred of mercy he had in him.

He hilted as much as he could inside me, his knot grinding against my entrance as he gyrated his hips in small circular motions. "I know it does sugar, I know it does. But just bear with it for a little while longer okay? I'll be so proud of you if you do. I'll even give you that kiss you wanted. You'd like that, wouldn't you?". But I didn't want that kiss anymore. I didn't care if he was proud of me, I just wanted it to end. I wanted to go home. But before I could voice such thoughts, cruel fate sought to smite me as Jaiden's thrusting resumed. This time however, each individual pound brought his knot that one little fraction closer to tying me with him. That weapon he used to torment me was picking up speed. I knew he was close but, in my pain drunk brain, I wasn't paying much attention. What I was paying attention to was the force with which he beat my hole with, as if he it were a battering ram trying to break down a castles gates.

The torture continued unabated still, until finally, after I groaned out another of my countless upsetting pleas for him to stop, I felt it. My body erupted in a black web of suffering as that knot tore its way into my body. I screamed, loud. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole party downstairs could hear me, but how could they. The music kept playing, feet kept moving, and cups continued to be emptied down throats. Every single fur downstairs, a potential saviour. A single knock on the door would be all it took to end my punishment. But no one came. As I lay crucified against the bed my guts were flooded with Jaiden's sadistic load. I shivered once again, but this time, not with lust, not with excitement, but with a deep and profound shame. I wasn't even crying anymore, I just laid there silently and willed this all to be a bad dream. I'd wake up soon right? I'd go to class and I'd see my jackal across the table talking with his friends, laughing... I'd go home and think about him as I always did, maybe play some video games and then go to bed. I wonder what I'd have for breakfast in the morning. Perhaps I'd have my favourite cereal. I'd gotten a new box of it just yesterday... yeah.. that sounded nice...

But what was that I could hear? Was it.. laughing? But who could be laughing right now? It could only be... "That was amazing, honey." And suddenly it all came careering back to me, like a formula one car that had lost control of it's steering. It wasn't all a dream, it had happened and now as I lay there, Jaiden pressed his nose into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "You were such a good boy." He continued. "Jaiden..?" I croaked. There were so many things that I wanted to say, but every one of them was silenced as his lips were pressed softly to mine. I couldn't feel him inside me anymore. I was sure he still was, but all I could focus on was his tongue as it twirled in my mouth with my own. Our spit mixing to intensify our already corrupted intimacy.

The kiss broke with a single string of saliva connecting the two of us and he looked at me with a face of warm satisfaction. As his arms moved under me to bring us into an embrace, he lifted me slightly so I was no longer on my back. "There, better?". What could I say? After all of that... I just sniffled, nodded and nuzzled into his shoulder. His hand came to caress and brush my hair as we stayed like that. I'm not sure how long I was there for, just feeling his chest rise and expand, but his mouth came to my ear and he whispered "I'm going to pull out of you now, it's gone down a bit". It was nice of him I thought, to wait for it to go down so that it wouldn't hurt me as much. Did that mean he really did care about me after all? He must do, he'd even kissed me like I'd asked. "Jaiden..." I tried to get his attention. "Hm?" he hummed as one of his hand moved down to stroke my back. "Do you forgive me?" I had to know. "For?" he asked? Damn him for making me say it... "For... sneaking in and... going through your stuff... and for being, y'know, weird..."

He chuckled. "I do" he said simply. That was it then, he'd forgiven me. He wasn't going to make me alienate myself from him! He'd also called me all those pretty names... did that mean we were... a thing now? Then it was all worth it. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Everything that had just happened no longer mattered. As I sat idly in my entranced state, Jaiden laid me back down and began tugging himself out of me. He was right, it had gone down and was only slightly uncomfortable. Having freed us from our bond he stood up and looked down at me. "I want you to do one more thing for me... ahh, what was your name?" He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. I shrank back into the mattress at that. He could be so cruel sometimes. "It's... Payton." I replied meekly. "Okay Payton, you have to agree to do it first before I tell you what it is though, okay?". Once again, I felt that small twinge of uncertainty I'd felt before. He could really be asking me anything...

"I don't know... if I really want to..." I mumbled, "Sorry..." I quickly added and looked away. The sound of a disappointed sigh met my ears and they fell back. I really didn't want to let him down: not after he's said he was proud of me... "That's... unfortunate. But if you really don't want to, then I think it's probably time you went home.". NO! _I wanted to stay with him just a little longer. That time we'd spent just cuddling each other was magical. If there was more of _that Jaiden to be had, then I didn't want to go back to the loneliness of my bedroom just yet. "Wait!" My arm reached out to him but I stopped before I touched him. "I... I'll do it". That malicious grin returned to his face and he took both of my hands in his. I think I'd made the wrong decision... "Great!" He sounded genuinely enthused. As he brought my hands closer to his chest he leaned in and said "Can I trust you to wait here for me and be good until I get back?" before planting a kiss on the tip of my nose. I nodded and with that, he let go of my hands, put his shirt back on and disappeared out the door.

Sitting in his room by myself gave me time to think. I couldn't stop replaying the night so far in my head, over and over again. The cold of the brisk night air as I waited beneath that window seemed like it was lifetimes ago now. I thought about the stranger I'd sucked off in the bathroom stall and the shame I had felt doing it. I cast my mind back to the childish exuberance I'd felt stepping into his room for the first time. The gladness I'd felt as he entered me here, on the bed I was sitting on right now. The pain... But above all else, I kept thinking about the person I was this morning, before this had all happened. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt a disconnect between that person, and the pale, brown furred canine sitting on this bed.

It felt as though I'd changed. Like I was no longer as innocent. No longer as naïve. An expanding feeling of sickness took root in the pit of my stomach. I'd felt this feeling too many times tonight. Regret. Immediately I stood up and looked towards the open door. I didn't want this, I had to get out of here, while Jaiden still had yet to return. The air seemed to thin and I started to gasp like I was being suffocated. I bundled my clothes in my arms and made my way immediately to the door. I'd put them on in the hallway, I just had to get out of that stifling room! With every step I took I felt sluggish and the walls seemed to lean in closer to me. Was the door getting smaller? Was the entire room shrinking?

No sooner had I made my way to the threshold, a dark shadow cast itself over me and I stood still, paralyzed. "Where are you going? I thought I told you to stay put". Fuck. He was there. Standing between me and the open hallway and the stairs that would take me to the door, that would take me outside, that would take me home. Away from this house and away from him. I retreated a step or two backwards. "Ah.. haha... I was just, g-getting some fresh air. I-I felt a little sick so I thought I...I would... stand outside... for a bit."

Jaiden moved into the room with me and shut the door behind him with his foot. He was carrying something. "Outside..? With no clothes on? What's the hurry?" My little performance didn't seem to be winning him over so I just gulped. "You promised you'd do one more thing for me didn't you?" He sounded hurt, but this time I wasn't buying it. I had to get away from him. My voice quivered as I started to explain myself to him. "I-I know I did but I uh... changed my mind. I just want to go home now... please?". Jaiden looked... angry? "So you lied to me?" His grip on whatever he was holding tightened and that was a warning to me that I was in real danger. "Uh, no, no I didn't lie I promise!" I shook my hands to accentuate my claim. I watched as Jaiden's eyebrows lowered in a look that read 'I'm pissed off and I dare you to run, bitch'.

"I don't like liars, Payton". As a sinister tone took itself to his voice I noticed now what Jaiden had been holding. It looked to be an outfit. "Sit back down on the bed" he growled. Determined to not have my life written off in court as 'a freak accident involving my face and his fist', I hurried to do as I was told. My near instantaneous compliance seemed to improve Jaiden's mood substantially. He followed me to the bed and finally held up the mystery items he'd gone to retrieve. When I realised what it was I almost wheezed in shock. What Jaiden held before me was nothing short of pornographic. A tiny crop top and even tinier miniskirt were complimented by a matching pair of panties and stockings.

"I want to play dress up with you, Payton." Innumerable responses to what he'd just said swam through my mind, ranging from calling him crazy if he ever thought I was going to wear that, to swatting the garments out of his hands, strangling him with them and sprinting back home like my tail was on fire. Okay, maybe that last one was a little ambitious but the fact remained that Jaiden looked serious. Where did you even buy something like that? But what was expected to do? Jaiden was bigger and stronger than I was. Plus, it would only be him seeing me in it...

One by one Jaiden held out each piece of the outfit with an expectant look on his face. Apprehensively I took them. First was the stockings, that were a pale blue colour which, admittedly did compliment the faded brown of my coat. One at a time I slid them up my legs as far as they would go so as to cover up and preserve as much of my modesty as I could. Distracting though it was, Jaiden's leering stare was easy to ignore if I just focussed on dressing myself. The panties came next, followed by the miniskirt which, by the way, barely went past my butt even standing up straight! Lastly I pulled on the crop top and hung my head miserably.

A hand came to my cheek but I didn't lean into it like I had before. I heard a laugh, which made me wade further into my chagrin. Yep, this was mortifying. "Beautiful" he murmured. Great, now he was making me blush. "Stand up" he demanded. So stand I did with my head still hung low. My ears flicked up in alarm as the sound of a camera shutter reached my ears as Jaiden's phone greeted my view. There I was, standing and looking dismayed in that frivolous little costume. Now I'm no fashionista, but if I had to describe myself in any sort of aesthetic lingo, I believe I'd do so with the phrase: 'completely fucking stupid'.

"Jaiden..." I whined. "Can I change back now? This is embarrassing". His piercing blue eyes met mine and he beamed disingenuously at me. "But we haven't finished yet sweetheart." He shook his head. "Get on the floor." A submissive whisper was all that left my lips as I begrudgingly sunk to the downwards. "Smile!" He voiced jovially. So what did I do? I looked into that camera and as much as it pained my ego to do so, I gave him the most sparkling grin I could. "Holy fuck." He uttered after he took the picture. "You actually did it haha! God, you're messed up." His degrading comments hurt my feelings. My eyes burned but I fought as courageously as I could not to start crying. My heart might not be able to take that.

Many more times was I asked by him to pose, make facial expressions or alter my costume for him to have put together a satisfactory portfolio. Finally, I was allowed to stand up. It was over. As I stood there awkwardly waiting for permission to put my normal clothes back on, Jaiden had moved behind me. Before I could defend myself, he had twisted one arm behind me and held the other one pinned to my chest. No sooner had he done that however, did he start to frog march me towards the door. A steep gradient of panic rose from the bottom of my gut and seeped into every corner of my body. "Jaiden wait! Where are we going." His grip tightened on me as I pushed back against him. "Downstairs, of course. We're having a party, don't you remember?" He said that like it was the most normal thing ever! There had to be a hundred or so furs down there!

This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. But the more I tried to deny it, the closer that door came to me. It seemed to peer over me, like it was a mouth poised to swallow me whole as soon as the handle was turned. "N-no Jaiden please don't do this! I thought you loved me!" The marching had stopped. Had I gotten through to him? I waited in bated breath before he replied. "You told me that you loved me. So do this for me. Make me happy. This is what love is, Payton. This is how you show love." As that sinking feeling plummeted through me, he had opened the door and we were making apt pace towards the stairs. By this point I was hysterical. I shouted and screamed at him to stop but he kept going. My struggling reached a crescendo as we stood at the top of the stairs drawing the first bemused stares from those that lingered at the bottom of them.

I didn't care what sort of a scene I was making. It didn't matter if there was a slim chance that if I'd gone quietly, I might not have been noticed. There were furs I knew down there! Furs I had to see on the daily! I couldn't let them see me like this! Screw love! Screw what I'd promised! Screw Jaiden! This was too far! The sea of eyes that were now gathering at the base of the stairs was growing as Jaiden practically carried me down one step at a time. It wasn't a gathering crowd down there waiting for me, it was a dark pit of monsters, each clamouring to rip me to shreds.

But like Moses and the Red sea they parted in incredulous awe to let us pass. A violent cacophony of sneers, jeers and insults were hurled at me accompanied by a bassline filled with laughter at my ignominy. My head reeled at the indignity that coursed through my veins in place of blood. As we moved closer to the main room where the party was taking place, the music grew louder with the thumping of my heart. Jaiden peppered my ears and cheeks with playful licks and kisses to further my own social destruction. My own gaze frittered wildly from face to face before resting on the stupefied features of a fox. Jake was his name, a friend that I used to play in the streets with as a kid. Someone I went through primary and high school with. My best friend for years...

For him to see me like this... That was it. I'd had enough. I started to bawl my eyes out right there in front of everyone as I wailed in despair. Still, the laughter echoed through the house as I was pulled further into the forest of party goers until I had been consumed by them. I fell to the floor, the cold wood meeting my legs as I struggled to breathe. I searched frantically For Jaiden who had let go of me as I fell but I couldn't see him. Where was he now? I needed him... I searched and I searched but he was nowhere to be seen. I wanted his touch. I wanted him to make me feel safe again like he had when he'd held me in his bedroom. The pounding bass pulsated from floor, to ceiling, to each wall individually until it entered into my sensitive ears and made my head ache. One last time I cried into the conglomerate mass of shifting shapes and drunk dwellers of this hellish dancefloor; for my Jackal to come and rescue me.

My pleas fell only on deaf ears however and as I resigned myself to curl up and retreat into the deepest, blackest reaches of my psyche, to save my rapidly decaying sanity, I felt a warmness across my muzzle. It was sticky as I reached a finger to touch it. It was white in colour. I turned my head to investigate where it had come from and as my gaze crept past my tear stained cheeks and upwards... I saw his legs, the belt he was wearing and the brand named shirt that covered that perfectly sculpted chest. There, with his dick in his hand, leaking the final remnants of jizz onto the floor, was the face of a coal black Jackal. A jackal by the name of Jaiden. My sweet, beloved Jaiden. He looked at me and he smiled. Leaning in he took my head into his hands and with the last of my vitality I asked him weakly: "...Why?" His response: "Because you love me."