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_The dalmatian sits with his knees drawn up, scribbling away at a notebook.

"Do you have any hobbies?" he asks, continuing to scrawl away his notes, face contorted in concentration. "I'm a writer. Well, a part-time, just-for-fun kind of writer. But it's an amazing age we live in! You can publish most anything yourself and call yourself a published writer."

With that, he seems to become annoyed, writing his notes faster. His face slackens a little as he sets his pencil down. "I'm not that great. Not awful, but I'm stuck in the middle of the road right now."

He sighs a little, smudging the graphite with his thumb.

"Though I do manage to make the occasional sale."_

* * *

If you aren't ready, a convention is a total assault to the senses. The huge hall sprawled out in all directions as people dressed in lavish costumes skittered by, some occasionally stopping to peek at my table. Stuff like this was always fun when I was younger, but now, it was strictly business.

Well, when I managed to get any business anyway.

I had just finished my work on my latest novella and had set up shop to try to promote sales of my book. It's surreal how in this pocket universe, I can be recognized and adored, but the moment I step on the street, I'm another face in the crowd.

"Oh my God!" a voice caught my attention, high pitched with just a hint of a mocking tone. "I can't believe he's still getting billed as guest of honor. I mean, you can't expect to go from drawing sexy dalmatians to doing androgynous otters and expect to take your whole fanbase with you." I craned my head around till I spotted the judgmental brat.

The husky strolled from table to table, tracing his fingertip across the wares, making no real comment to each of the vendors as he continued his commentary. "Then there was that other guy. The one with the incest collies? Didn't make anything off of his original work, but he was just raking it in after people begged for commissions of themselves with his characters." He must have just barely five feet tall with a waify thin frame. His clothes fit tight around his flat chest, only highlighting the thinnest of his frame.

And at last, he stopped at my booth, stopping for the first time since he entered the dealers hall. He picked up a copy of my book, starting to thumb through the pages.

"So I hear you like sexy dalmatians and incestuous collies. Well, this edition happens to have stories about both," I said, tenting my fingers happily. He leafed through a few more pages before setting it down.

"Is it all just sex?" he said, face growing cold as he glowered down at me.

I gave a bit of a shrug. "There's an overarching narrative. It's an extended character study of a sex addict. Yes, there's a lot of sex in it, but if you're smart, you can really see the depth of a man who lives a mundane existance on the outside while sleeping his way through the rest of the world carelessly." He stared at my blankly as I waved my hand a little. "And besides, who doesn't like some good wanking material, eh?" I said with a laugh.

He sighed and tossed the novel carelessly back on the table. "There are other, better writers. It's a shame that you went to the trouble. After all, you know that fox is having an invite only release party tonight. You should stop by his writing class some time, maybe pick up some pointers."

As he began to walk away, I lunged forward and seized his wrist. His eyes snapped open as I leaned across the table, working up my best beguiling smile. "Now, now. No need to be so hasty. Maybe you should come up to my room, help give me some inspiration to better my writing.

A heavy orange-furred hand clamped down hard over mine. "The kid is with me," came the surly voice. I glanced up at the scruffy fox, his eyes wild with rage. "That's my boyfriend you're grabbing at." Unlike his partner, he towered above me, dressed in shorts and the con tshirt. He looked like a simpleton, face contorted in a mix of anger and what I assumed was a constant confusion about the world around him.

"Really?" I asked, easing myself back in my chair. Even in the vast dealers hall, a silence was building as the room turned to watch us. The incident response team huddled in the wings, prepared to move in the moment things escalated too far. "Because by the looks of it, he does all the talking. I figured you must be some kind of butler or something. Then again, butlers tend to be sexy. And you? Well, you're just you."

"You motherfucker!" he snarled. Just as he raised his fist, the much smaller husky smacked him on the back of the head.

"Leave him. Just like his writing, he's not worth the time," he said, dragging his hulking boyfriend away. Whispers spread through the room as I closed my eyes while the sounds of my own heartbeat filled my head. I wasn't one for conflict, and as the adrenaline wore off, I took a few deep breaths to steady myself again. "Anyway, what ever happened to that other guy? That comic artist who wrote about the sexy puma? He had some good work up until he made all his characters sluts. I hate slutty characters, they never have any direction. Even worse, as soon as he finishes, he just turns to doing straight art. Like I said, you start switching too much, you alienate your fan base." He kept talking to his loyal attendant as I kept my eyes closed, listening to his voice fade into the din.

"Goddamn," I whispered, reopening my eyes to see the world had resumed normal activity. I gathered up the loose copies of my book and set them behind the desk. "I think I need a break." I didn't bother to set up a notice about when I'd be back. Sales had been terrible all day, and in a way, the husky was right. With more popular writers lording themselves around, I didn't really stand out in the crowd much aside from the occasional sympathy buyer. I pushed my way through the crowd to the hotel bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind me.

It was thankfully empty, giving me a much needed moment of silence. I walked down to the last stall and settled myself down inside, locking the door. While I didn't need the use the facilities, after the near-fight, I found great comfort in seeing a locked door in front of me.

Vibration shot through my leg as my phone chimed softly. I pulled it from the pocket of my shorts and flipped it out, immediately greeted with a picture of a Great Dane in very small undergarments. He was a nice guy with a exhibitionist streak. I set my phone to silent just in time as more messages rolled in, watching the slide show of the dog slowly undressing. My hands drifted downward, massaging my quickly building erection through the front of my underwear. I peaked quickly under the stall to ensure I was alone before dropping underwear, erection springing up. Smearing the precum around the head, I gave a few slow strokes down the shaft. The phone lit up with more pictures, watching the boy stripping down for the camera.

The slam of the door cut me off as my heartbeat jumped up into my throat. I held my breath, listening to the sound of footsteps. He moved closer, washing his hands in the sink. I carefully moved my hand, greasing my shaft more, legs burning as I fought to stay still, not wanting to shake my legs and give myself away.

He sniffled and coughed, taking his time as he washed his hands. I stroked faster, hunching forward as I strained my ears, taking in the sounds of his movements. And at last, something broke through the stillness.

Tap, tap.

I stopped moving entirely, heart racing with excitement as I raised my boot slowly, giving a few taps in response.

Tap, tap.

He tapped his foot again, moving in front of the stall door this time. I reached up and slid back the lock, watching the door carefully easing open.

"Oh shit," he said. It was the husky, eyes wide as left his hand lingering on the front of his shorts. "It's you."

"Yeah, it's me," I said, lifting my sticky fingers, letting the florescent lights shine on the glaze. He swallowed hard and slid forward, closing the door behind himself. He looked away, not wanting to make eye contact as he sank down to the floor. Both hands fell hard on my hips as he took the head into his soft maw. Those soft lips slid down to the bottom, pausing just briefly to tilt his head and push the tip past his throat. He bobbed eagerly, already building speed as his hands moved to squeeze my balls.

"Goddamn," I growled, messing up his perfectly groomed headfur. I pulled out quickly, smearing the saliva across his face. He looked good smeared like a little whore. He turned his head away as I pulled him to his feet, dragging his pants down to the floor with one fluid motion. He kicked them off one ankle and immediately straddled me, arms looping around my shoulders. "You always let strangers fuck you?" I asked, grinding the spit covered tip around his puckered hole.

"Just shut up," he whispered, beginning to work the head around his entrance, "Fuck, it's too big," he whined, pulling back off. I slobbered on my finger before pushing it firmly inside him. He kicked his legs and fell against the wall, holding on for support as I worked in and out, watching his pink hole squeezing tight around it, trying to push it out.

"So tight," I whispered, teasing the tip of the second finger around the already stretched hole. "Boyfriend isn't slinging much?"

"I said, shut up!" he whined, knees buckling as I teased his prostate. Just as he choked back another whimper, the strains of some trashy pop burst from his phone. I sank my finger hard to the base as he shakily dropped to the floor, trying to fish his phone from his pants. He quickly silenced it and dropped it back in his pocket.

"Business call?" I asked teasingly, forcing the second finger inside. He trashed, nails raking at the walls helplessly.

"My boyfriend," he replied timidly, looking back over his shoulder.

"Well," I said, moving up to my feet, pressing my hands down hard over his on the wall, grinding up underneath him. I spit into my palm and greased the head before pushing it inside those tight depths. "We better be quick before he comes looking for you." He kicked his leg and bit down on his lip as I sank my teeth firmly onto his shoulder. His body gave way as I began to fuck him. Just dark, brutal fucking.

I slammed to the hilt again as he gave out a high pitched yelp. My hips collided with his, holding tight at the base as I kept him still. I pulled him down hard, sitting back on the toilet while the boy rode me faster. He looked back with conflicted passion, gazing back over his shoulder as he bounced faster, each pass earning him another hot spurt of precum into his eager little cunt.

His phone chimed as he wriggled to the base, fishing his phone from his short again. He flicked it open, opening the text message reading 'hey wher u at? call me bck!!! :-(((((' He continued to bounce, tongue lolling eagerly as he texted back the best he could. "Bathroom, got sick, will be back soon." Even with a dick in his ass, he texted quick before stashing his phone away again.

"Come on, fuck me hard," he groaned, bouncing faster. I gave his ass a firm swat, leaving stripes of red under his fur as I dragged my fingers hard through his thighs. My hands worked up around his throat, clutching him tight as I ravaged his hole, making him drool. He moaned and screamed as I slammed hard as I could, no consideration for safety, no consideration for pain.

The door swung open as he gasped.

"Hey, sweetheart? You in here?" came the voice of the surley fox. I forced him down to the hilt.

"Go on," I whispered in to his ear. "Answer him."

"Y-yeah, honey! I'm just feeling kind of sickish," he replied weakly, trying to steady his words as I worked faster inside him. He bit his lip, a thin trail of blood drippping down his cheek as he fought to keep his moans quiet.

"Uhh, need anything? Want me to massage your tummy?" he asked, stepping closer to the stall.

"N-no! Don't come in! Just wait outside for fucks sake!" he screamed, masking his moans as I pulsed. I pulled his tail hard, evoking a high pitched cry as I came hard. He thrashed in my arms, trying to keep quiet as I unloaded inside the abused hole, pulling out to hose down his round ass cheeks, making sure it would dry amongst the fur. He staggered forward, clattering against the door.

"Sweetheart?" he asked.

I stood, smirking as the little cumsoaked slut. He turned back to put his paws against my chest, finger raised to silence me.

But no one got away with insulting my writing, especially comparing me to the fox.

I unlocked the door and pushed it out from behind him, sending the husky spilling to the floor. He impacted, splitting cum from his stretched hole onto the floor.

"Darling!" the fox cried out, rushing to his side.

"Sweetheart!" the husky sobbed, bewildered. I stepped out from around the corner, tugging my pants back up around my hips. The fox stepped back as he began to piece it together. He staggered away, eye widening.

"I'll leave you two to work this out," I said with a smirk and stepped over his splayed body. I didn't look back, nor did I see him around the con after that.

* * *

_"My book sold ok, though. A few copies, just enough to cover the cost of the printing. Maybe next time, if I manage to sell any more, it will count as a profit," he laughs happily.

For a moment, you consider his story. His heartlessness, his coldness, and his vengeance. As he talks more about his writing, but you don't listen. He looks so happy for someone who has openly ruined lives. A bit of an uncomfortable chill grows in you as his eyes catch yours._

"Huh? Are you listening? This is the important part," he says, eyes narrowing a little. "I don't like repeating myself."

You shake yourself back to attention, not wanting to upset him.