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Hey there everybody! I know I don't upload a lot, but I'm hoping to improve my record in this coming year. Until then, I hope you enjoy a new little thing I came up with. Hope you have a good read!

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"Hey, Nathan, how's it coming?"

My sore paws ceased typing for a moment so I could give my attention to the raccoon peering over the walls of my cramped cubicle. The chestnut fur around his eyes crinkled as he winked at me, a smile lighting up his muzzle. I sighed before responding. It was getting pretty close to the end of the day and my patience for the fur was getting thin.

"I've finished everything for this week, sir. Getting everything ready for Monday now," I responded, doing my absolute best to keep the weariness out of my voice.

"Nathan, it's Evan."

"Yes sir."

Evan sighed, still grinning at me. I wouldn't have felt as upset inside if he hadn't said it with the subtext of traditional 'employer compassion.'

"You do good work, Nathan. Y'type fast. How long you got left tonight?"

"I'm off at four... Evan."

He grinned as if I were a pup learning a new word. Strangle-tastic.

"Great! Keep up the good work, bud. Would you like a coffee?"

"I can get one myself, thank you. Haven't had my break yet."

"Nah, it's okay Nathan, I don't mind."

"Evan, sir, please, I'd just like to-"

He was already gone.

Crap.

I chuckled in spite of myself and continued setting up the data entry spreadsheets for next week. There it was. That distinct, potent, fluid sense of humiliation was bleeding through me, melting any pride that had managed to cling to my insides after the previous floods of the stuff. If he treated any other wolf in the office like this, I might feel better. I tried to concentrate on my spreadsheets. They were the amount of dull required to make me sleepy enough not to care, at the very least. Or it would if my old laptop would stop making the cacophonic racket of something about to explode.

F-3: Aaron Cohen

F-4: Irvin Tyler

F-U: Evan Paulson

...Maybe I needed that coffee.

*Boop*

My eyes darted to the phone next to my overused keyboard. For the first time that afternoon, I smiled. I swiped across the screen, opening up my texts.

'Will you be home tonight? I don't yet have a key, it seems.'

I tapped in my response as fast as possible.

'Yup. Warm welcome and all.'

I hadn't even clicked the next cell in the sheet before I got a reply.

'You're turning the heat up for me? You're so awesome! :D'

I giggled. What a fresh sensation that was. Giggling.

'I'm afraid it's metaphorical.'

I didn't even bother trying to get work done while this nonsense was going on.

'L'

'There's chips and beer.'

'J'

'That's what I thought.'

'You already know me so well.'

'Wasn't hard. You're pretty simple.'

'I wear that title with pride.'

'I also knew you'd say that.'

No response. Was it something I said, I wonder?

"Here you go Nathan!" I nearly jumped out of my fur when Evan slammed a mug of steaming coffee on my desk, a few drops leaping straight out of the cup and onto my keyboard from the sheer force of action. I grimaced as a chuckle escaped Evan's lips. He pat me on the shoulder on his way out of my cubicle, forcing me to hold back a snarl. Fortunately, I didn't have to contain it for long. Evan left as quickly as he came. I ran a paw through my short-cut, deep brown headfurs while taking a sip of the coffee which had been so generously provided to me. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Robust and fresh from the pot. Perhaps I misjudged his ability to understand how to use the coffee maker.

Once I had finished my coffee, it was nearly four 'o clock. I breathed a sigh of relief and shut my laptop, quickly shoving it back into my messenger bag. Then came the fun part. I grimaced as I stood up, shifting my weight onto my left leg and leaning onto my desk for support. I curled my free paw around the handles of both of my crutches, maneuvering myself onto them. So far, so good. Now, if I could just leave without anyone-

"Hey, Nathan!" Evan's paw graced my shoulder with its chilly presence. "Like a hand?"

"No thank you."

"But... the elevator's out-"

"I know. Sir, I need to get home, please."

"Oh, yeah, well, if you're sure."

The motivation to treat myself to a taxi home tonight had never been stronger. Not only to satisfy the exceptional soreness in my footpaw, but my obsessive compulsive disorder as well. I was fairly sure I hadn't run over the bathroom floor with a Swiffer yet. Couldn't have that tonight.

Not tonight.

The cold night air of December chilled me to the bone. I'm glad I kept a spare coat at the police station. It made waiting for a taxi out in the freezing night air on a pair of squeaky crutches a bit more bearable. You see, the great thing about taxi drivers is that they don't ask questions. It's the best thing in the world when you can get in a car, enjoy the ride home, pay your tab and that's that. No talking. No inquiries. Just peace and quiet. Is it wrong that a taxi cab is my definition of Nirvana?

Cleaning the apartment is a pain, but I manage somehow. I never gave wallflowers enough credit. The technique is remarkable for someone who only has the one foot that doesn't threaten to snap in half if there were any sort of strain on it. Of course, getting any sort of cleaning supplies in there is hard another story entirely. Not so much the Swiffer as it can act as a crutch all its own. Ever tried using a vacuum while hopping on one foot? Navigating around the recliners and coffee table of my living room is irritating beyond words. However, like most things, one adapts. I don't really have a right to complain. It could be worse. I have a job, albeit, it was much different from my old one. It pays well, though. I can afford an apartment in a good neighborhood and the neighbors are indifferent to me. That doesn't sound fantastic, but it's more than I could reasonably ask for.

Besides, it wasn't too terribly lonely. That much would be especially true after tonight.

I could hear the hockey game blaring in my living room as I poured some barbeque chips into a bowl for presentation. For some reason, I found myself dropping the bag once it was full. Damn, my paws were shaking. I chuckled to myself. What an exhilarating feeling nervousness was. No wonder I was so jumpy. I never got nervous. I mean it. I'm surprised I recognized the sensation.

I glanced at the clock. Eight Fifteen. The nervous feeling in my gut surged up my throat, burning like acid. He assured me he would be here at eight.

Calm down.

NOOOOO!

Sigh.

Bzzzz!

If there were any moment more appropriate for the buzzer to go off, I couldn't think of it. I felt my chest seize up in panic. He would get here when I was on the other side of the damn apartment. In a frenzy, I snatched up my crutches and painfully shuffled my way to the intercom. I positioned myself in such a way that I wouldn't topple over and answered the call.

"It's Nathan."

"Hi there."

Disregarding the agony in my limbs and the frazzled state of my brain, I grinned. Honestly, I love that voice. A deep bass with a sweet texture that could only be recognized as adorable. Not that I was going to tell him that.

"Door's open, come right in," I said, opening the door for him.

"Horrible pick up line."

I shut the buzzer off.

I decided against grabbing anything else from the kitchen before making the trek directly to a recliner and collapse in its soothing embrace. The resulting relaxation was akin to slipping into a hot tub.

Less than a minute of this relaxing peace later, there was a rap on the door.

"It's unlocked," I hollered, not even pondering the very concept of getting up again.

My eyes darted from the hockey game to the front door as it creaked open. I grinned at those antlers slinking in first. I'm glad he didn't mind that he was too tall for the entrance to his new apartment. If he stood a few inches taller, he might just poke through the ceiling and give the ladies upstairs quite a fright. Soon following was the buck's smiling face. Our eyes met and he dropped me a wink. He squeezed the rest of his massive figure through the door and shut it behind him.

If I were carrying the boulder of a backpack he was, my twig-like figure would snap in so many ways. Fortunately, he had the muscle for it. Good, sweet, crispy vinegar did he ever have the muscle for it. To be honest, I'm usually not attracted to the bodybuilder type, but I'll admit, he filled out that deer hide in all the right places. His biceps alone were nearly as thick as my damn head. His thick brown fur tried to hide the sheer definition of his body's stacked form, but it was fighting an impossible battle. He took his pack off, placing it on the floor with a distinctive thud. His hazel eyes tracked his own fingers as he unzipped it just before he removed a lock of his golden headfurs from before his eyes. It's not usually the best idea to make a roommate out of someone whom you blush around, especially if you've got no romantic intentions.

However, I couldn't really help myself if he's the only one who was actually interested in living here. He was literally the only one to follow through with his request on Craigslist. It was a depressing thought, but understandable, given my current condition. No one really wants to live with a cripple. I thought the quality of the apartment would be enough to counteract that simple truth, but sadly no.

This buck here, though, he embraced it.

*****

"Hey there!" I heard from the office door as it swung open. The buck entered the sterile, white-walled doctor's office, buttoning up his white coat to completely step into the shoes of the stereotypical physician. Minus the incredible muscles, of course. He smiled at me, a nice contrast to the usual look of pity. "Nathan?"

I nodded.

"Alec," said the buck as he swaggered over to me on the adequately comfortable armchair and gave me a hand. It was sort of awkward, given that he had to lean down due to my position with a bandaged ankle supported on a cushy footstool. I shook it, resisting a wince at the firmness of his grip. Maybe I could've squeezed back a bit, but I don't think I could've been asked at that point. "Good to meet you."

"Yeah," I replied softly.

"We've got a few weeks together, so I hope you don't mind a little one-on-one time," he explained, keeping up that smile.

"Yeah..."

"Now... what have they told you about these sessions?"

"That I should consider myself lucky to be recovering and give it my best... whatever that means."

He sighed. "Yeah... they're pretty insensitive when they want to be, aren't they?"

I chuckled. "Nah, they're right. All things considered, I came out much better than I thought. Don't really have any right to complain."

"I dunno, I'd complain if I got a bullet in the shin."

I snickered again. "Well, it's not as big as it could've been. I mean, I'll be able to walk again just fine someday. Can't run, but can't complain."

"Mmm," he murmured.

*****

"Your stuff got here this morning. Movers dumped it all in your room."

"You mean you didn't unpack it for me? Some roommate you are."

"I once tried to pick a candy wrapper off the floor. Almost needed another surgery, remember?"

"Relaaaaax, you know I'm kidding." Alec laughed and tussled my headfurs before taking a seat next to me. I playfully bit the air next to his hand. "Nasty wolfy."

"Reach any closer to that newspaper, and I'll kill you."

"Newspaper? What'cha talking about?" said the buck as his hand slowly drew away from the newspaper I knew was leaning next to his chair.

"Haha, nuthin. Anyway, I think it all got here. Want to check and make sure?"

"Nah, I trust 'em. Made absolutely sure they were reliable."

"How's that?"

"I made them so devoted to my wit and charm that none of them could resist doing their very best for me," he said, blowing me a playful kiss afterward.

"Yeah, I'm so sure." We chuckled together as my eyes darted back to the hockey game.

"So... you said something 'bout chips and beer?"

"On the counter and in the fridge. You were at the buzzer after I poured 'em. Could you grab 'em? Don't think this foot wants anymore getting up today."

"Sure thing," he said, full of enthusiasm. I sighed. I really hated having him grab something less than ten feet away for me, but on the other hand, I knew just how pissed off I'd make him if I wasn't honest about how the damn foot felt. A quick trip later and Alec handed me an open Budweiser, the bowl of chips under his arm as he sat back down. "Mmm-hmm, good stuff."

"Thanks."

"Thank you." He rose his bottle toward me and took a swig. I wasn't sure what to say after that. He was always cool to me. It was a weird feeling. "Canucks aren't doin' well."

"Yeah, ha," I responded, returning attention to the television. "What else is new?"

"Fair enough. There's always hope though, right?"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're an unbearable optimist?"

"Nope. And I know you're not going to."

"Yeah? How so?"

"Didn't give up on you, did I?"

I smiled and looked away from him.

Fuck.

So manly.

Dammit.

"You okay there? You look uncomfortable."

Oh shit, not now, don't get a damn boner now, he's looking right at you.

Oh, I think it's too late for that.

Shut up!

You're the one talking to yourself.

"Fine," I murmured as I shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, thanks for that."

"Anytime. Can't turn m'back on someone in trouble. 'Specially not a friend."

"Haha, that and it's your job."

"Why do you think I have that job?"

I pretended to think for a minute with plenty of "hmmm's" and "huh's." He glared at me and I chuckled it off. "Touché."

"As long as we're on the subject of our sessions, you never told me the exact nature of your injury," he sneakily spoke, turning completely away from the game to focus on me. "So... what happened?"

I decided to deny him the pleasure by looking back to the game which was holding my attention less and less effectively by the minute. "You've been treating me for weeks now. You know the exact nature of the injury."

"Not how it happened."

"A fur pulled the trigger and I got a bullet in my leg. Very simple, very straightforward." I clutched my beer bottle a bit harder and hoped he caught the 'hint' of anger in my tone.

"Sorry," he replied genuinely, pulling back and returning to the game. It was only then that I realized that I had missed four goals because of this conversation. How that happened, I'll never know. "Sore spot."

"S'fine," I answered him softly. "Just... everyone asked about it. Tired of explaining."

"Fair enough. Should know better. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I panicked.

Is he going to leave?

Fuck, don't leave.

Am I overthinking?

OF COURSE NOT! PANIC! PANIC!

Maybe I should. I'm talking to myself. In my head.

For a while, we didn't speak. I guess I was more awkward than I thought.

"Glad you're doing better, at least," he said with a grin that seemed to come from a universe where our conversation hadn't happened. He looked at me and instantly I felt the scorching fires of guilt burn within me.

*****

"S'okay, s'okay... let it all out."

"I j-j-just... damn it..." I sobbed endlessly, crying into the buck's strong shoulder. His arms were wrapped protectively around me. I needed them. I was ashamed and loathe to admit it, but damn did I ever need those arms.

"I know. I know."

I sniffled. "Sh-She just calls me up out of nowhere and asks for money... I-I... I can't give her something I don't have."

"Shhhh, I know, I know..."

"And... And now..."

"Shhhh..."

He pat my back with one hand and stroked it with the other. My throat felt too clogged to function properly, yet I kept spewing reasons for my current pathetic state. And still, the Cervine embrace held strong. I felt weak, stupid and devastated. The worst part was I couldn't rely on myself to stay strong. I was breaking down and I couldn't stop myself. The only one who could stop me... was this divinely patient buck. How did he do it? Just... how?

"S-She... She..." I coughed out painfully, "... won't help me. I've always helped her when she needed it Alec. This is her FOURTH GODDAMN WEDDING! I ALWAYS GAVE HER THE MONEY SHE NEEDS!" I beat a trembling fist against the slabs of strength known only as his pecs. "And now... And now..."

"Nathan... shhh, it'll be okay."

"How? How...?" I choked in agony. This was too much for me.

"I don't know the answer to that. But I know you'll be okay."

"I won't... I'm weak... I can't do anything for anyone now."

"Shhh, you're talking stupid again."

"Look at me... I'm a cop who can't even walk right! What the hell am I gonna do now? I'm so... fucking... PITIFUL!" I spat those words out like poison. "I...I don't want to be pitiful. But I can't! STOP! CRYING!" I took a glance up at his eyes. He wore the same smile- the one that always makes me feel so safe. Even that, however, wouldn't stop the stupid tears from falling. "Why? Why can't I stop? Why can't I be strong?"

"You are strong. You're the strongest fur I know. Cut yourself some slack. You've had your whole life flipped upside-down. I'm surprised these are the first tears. Anyone else would've broken down long before this." He squeezed me, and for the first time in my life, I murred at the comfort of a stronger male's embrace. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. What happened, happened. And I know you're strong enough to move on."

"I...I..."

"Shhhhh, Nathan, let me show you something."

*****

"Sorry," I managed to mutter. It was an incredible feat considering the fiery inferno engulfing my face. He glanced at me in understanding along with that particular Alec spirit. "I have sung this song a few times now. Bit of a... hellish work day. Little on the edgy side, y'know?"

That and you're desperately trying not to set up camp down there.

Shut. Up. Me.

He chuckled. "No worries, bruddah. I getcha."

He then winked, but I couldn't help but snort at him. "Did you just unironically use the word 'bruddah'?"

"No. Never. You're crazy. You're a crazy wuff."

"Uh huh."

"Explains why you like tomatoes. Weirdo."

"They're delicious. Besides, you love ketchup on everything."

"Ketchup is processed tomatoes. Completely different."

"Whatever, man."

"So... I win?"

"You win nothing." I smirked at his gleeful, childish grin.

"But you gave up."

"An argument about tomatoes is not something anyone can win."

"Of course not, that would be silly. The argument was about ketchup."

Oh, it was on now.

"Y'know, I really can't stand that grin of yours."

"It's most unbecoming to lie, you know."

"It's smug, condescending, dumb, ill-informed, childish, and stupid."

"And you just can't stand two minutes without it. Otherwise you wouldn't keep inspiring it."

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush...

...dammit.

"...just like it's owner."

"Now, you're not even trying. Face it. I win. I always win."

"Do not." I was retorting with less and less conviction in my voice. I sighed internally. Why did he keep winning anyway?

"Now who's being childish?" Alec decided to further cement the humiliation of my defeat by sticking his tongue out at me.

"You."

"Good. It's more fun than being a stick in the mud like you."

"Shut up."

"And once again, I win!" He pumped his fists in the air, still grinning like an insufferable prick. I refused to say anything for a while. When we got to this point, it was usually best to let him calm down, lest I look even more like a fool. I'm not quite sure how it would be possible at this point, but it was certainly a real danger around this buck. Eventually, he did stop basking in his own victory like the buffoon he is and stared at me with the trademark smile.

"Y'done?" I asked.

"You know that's never the case. "

"Meh, fair enough." He took in a breath. "Say you win again, and you're going to find out what this injury has done for my upper body strength."

He fell silent.

"I do have a theory, though."

"Yeah? Is it worth hitting you over?"

"Hear me out." This sounded promising already. "I think you want me to win."

If looks could kill, I would've just committed a murder-suicide.

"Sorry?"

He smiled at me, with no hint of humor in his tone. He then turned to me and ran a hand over his body in a manner that could only be described as seductive. That hand took extra care to rest for just an oh so delicious moment on his pecs and thighs. It is infinitely fortunate that I have an iron will, or the stirring in my loins would've made me squeal. The sexy assault wasn't over yet, however, as he was then taking it upon himself to wink and smirk at me. Somehow, someway, I was able to keep a straight face through it all. Not without extreme effort, I assure you.

"Come on, y'know you've been staring at this since day one."

I glared at him. That was going too far. To tease me like that. I clenched my fists, my quick breaths fueling the flames inside my chest.

"Y'know, just because I came out to you, it doesn't mean you get to make fun of me."

Surprisingly, instead of more snarky remarks, he quirked a brow to compliment his finally flat lips. "Huh?"

It occurred to me that he may have realized that I was genuinely pissed off this time, so I cut him a break and chuckled.

"I mean, no offense, but you're not that great, I'm afraid."

To my shock, his smile didn't return after that. It may have been crazy to say, but I think he looked even more confused.

"S-Sorry?" The lack of confidence in his voice was astonishing. No matter his mood, that unstoppable cockiness (poor choice of words) always remained. That anomaly of doubt etched in his visage was unforgettable and a wee bit disturbing.

"Sorry to disappoint man. I just don't find straight dudes that hot. The whole 'incompatible sexuality' thing is a major turn-off for me."

"What?!" Alec completely sat up after that. He discarded any sort of sexual positioning, instead resorting to staring at me with horror blazing in his eyes. "When the hell did I say I was straight?"

I pulled back from him. His tone startled me, as it should. It was full of panic, fear, and what I interpreted as rage. My ears fell backward instinctively. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of him.

The conversation had taken a turn for the confusing. I had rationalized a long time ago that Alec was straight. During the first couple weeks of our sessions, I had come in early. When your leg was as damaged as mine, you left early everywhere so as not to be late. And occasionally, as I waited in our usual office, I would hear many a peculiar noise coming from down the hall. At some point, when I wasn't feeling especially drained of any form of energy from the trek over, I decided to check out what was making all that racket. Strangely enough, it was coming from the head of medicine's office.

The sight that met my eyes upon opening the door a crack was what assured I wouldn't be coming early anymore.

So, as Alec was staring at me with desperate eyes, I couldn't help but give him an honest answer, no matter how awkward it was.

"Well, Alec, you didn't say you were straight, no, but the moans of 'YES! MORE ALEC! MORE!' from Mrs. Clementine down the hall from your office were a good indication."

Despite his fur, all the colour drained from Alec's face.

*****

Well.

Shit.

If I had known how paper-thin the office walls apparently were, I would've engaged Clementine in some of her kinks. Mostly the ones involving gags.

However, it seems it was too late now given that Nathan was privy to the, ahem, 'relationship' between myself and Clementine. This was bad. Nathan thought I was straight. This couldn't be any worse. This threw the whole plan out of order. It was a great plan. I liked my plan. Why couldn't Nathan follow the very pretty plan?

Ah well, I need to look on the bright side. Now, I could get to the fun part right away.

It was a shame. I was looking forward to the slow, fantastic seduction of this lovely wolf. Mmm, just look at the adorable way the specks of black fur around his eyes crinkle when he's mad. Patience, my pretty lupine love, patience. You'll be mine soon enough. For now, I needed to deal with the immediate problem of your misunderstanding of my intentions.

I took a deep breath and smiled at him. He tilted his head at me and hesitantly smiled back. It seems I frightened him. That wasn't my intention, but I knew the perfect way to apologize. I reached for the brim of my tight t-shirt and, in a swift decisive motion, yanked it over my shoulders, around my antlers and off myself. The look on his face was priceless.

There are three ways my... race can seduce a person instantly. Each of them are so much fun and it's hard to pick a favourite. The first and most traditional method is to kiss them, deeply and passionately. Their resistance crumbles beneath you and they fall effortlessly into your arms, desire in their eyes and utter adoration in their hearts. All with the simple meeting of the tongues. However, that method is out of the question at this precise moment. He wouldn't most likely let me get near him, even if he didn't think I was straight.

The second way is to place a hand on their genitalia. Direct contact is recommended, as it is tons of fun, but touching with clothes in the way is also possible. Again, not something I could realistically do in this situation. Shame, too, since it's so amusing to watch the, ahem, 'victim's' face shift from rage, to confusion, to a dumbfounded unawareness of their surroundings, to a smile of pure bliss and enlightenment.

The third, and usually most enjoyable, way is to just... strip. It was cute how Nathan was hiding his continuous erection all night, but I could feel his desire from the bottom floor of this shabby apartment complex. I would need to get us a better place to live, eventually, but for now, I was going to enjoy my first night to the fullest. Since Nathan was already hornier than Clementine after an argument with her husband, I figured all it would take to put Nathan under would be the perfection and grace of my skillfully sculpted pecs. And I was so right.

Nathan's face is so adorable. I saw the expressions of bewilderment on many a 'special friend,' but never before have I enjoyed it so much than from him. He was so confused. Why, oh why, had this incredibly attractive buck just torn his shirt off in front of his platonic roommate? That question was quickly banished from his mind when his eyes fell on my torso. I leaned back against the chair, puffing out my chest and placing a hand behind my head so as to give him a good view of just how muscular my arms were. I splayed a hand over my washboard abs, letting him drink it all in. And oh boy, did he ever drink it up. His eyes could not look away- they couldn't even blink as his face became devoid of any sort of expression. I chuckled and spoke up, hoping to egg him on further.

"That's it Nathan, ol' buddy. Just sink there in your chair. Arms are feeling heavy now, right? Want to just relax and let everything... hang loose."

Nathan, as expected, complied to my words. He began to breathe deeply, relaxing in his seat. My eyes lit up when I got the first good view of his tented pants for the night. Nice. Now I was getting excited. Oh, what this wolf does to me.

Unfortunately, I had run into a bit of a snag. Normally, when they relax, they're supposed to give me a big dopey grin to let me know they were ready for sexah-fun times. However, Nathan was still expressionless and staring at my muscles. His lips weren't moving. I arched a brow and flexed my pecs for him, but his face still didn't budge.

Wait.

No way.

I giggled. He was resisting. That was adorable.

I stood up, gracefully sashaying toward him. I fluidly knelt over him, straddling his hips as my hands reached around his head to pull it closer to my chest. He murred as only a wolf could, clearly enjoying his current position. I could hear him sniff at the sweat and musk in my fur, breathing in the sheer maleness of my current form. I could smell his own salty musk in the air. Mmm, what a lovely scent. I leant down to kiss his the top of his furry head, reveling his natural taste as well as the shampoo he used. It blended into a wonderful combination of scents, which excited me even further. I looked down and pressed his face even closer to my chest, making sure he got a good whiff. I felt a ticklish sensation and I realized that was his tongue. I murred myself as he began running his tongue over my developed chest, his head moving down to get a satisfying taste of my abs. I murred once more, dry-humping the warmth in his groin area teasingly.

As fun as it was, I had to place a hand under his chin to bring his eyes up to meet mine. I smiled back at his tiny grin. Yes it wasn't quite the ecstatic gaping grin I was hoping for, but I was fairly sure he was so deeply under that I could do what I needed to. Calmly, deeply, and passionately, I whispered in his ear.

"Now, Nathan, I'm gonna ask you a few questions. Do you think that would be alright?"

"Mmm-hmm," he responded calmly, his humming filled with desire.

"Goooood, good," I decided to reward him, by getting closer to let him rest against my pecs. "Now, when did you hear me and Clementine?"

"First few sessions... came early... saw you two in her office..." he mumbled sleepily.

Oh dear...

I swallowed hard. So he hadn't just heard us, he had seen us together. That wasn't too bad, though. I did have to remove that from his memory if I wanted to get anywhere with this. As nice as Clementine was, I'm afraid she was just a means to an end. I was only fucking her to make absolutely sure I got to this cutie.

"Nathan, do you remember when you saw us?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Can you take that image and everything you've associated with Clementine and I being involved?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Alright, now listen carefully Nathan. I want you take all of that and place it in the back of your mind. Let it fade, like a dream. You never saw us together, right? It was just your imagination. Let it go... let it vanish... like an impossible dream..."

"Mmm..."

"Now, Nathan, can you remember what we were talking about?"

"Uhhh..." I saw his face contort to concern. That was cute. He thought he was disappointing me. I stroked his headfurs to assure him that it was quite the opposite.

"It's okay, Nathan, you're doing great." I felt his tail wag against my leg for just a moment. I nearly squealed. Gods this wolf was so cute. "Now... you like my body, right?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. He nodded eagerly against my chest. I chuckled. "Now I want you to tell me what you love about my body."

"Strong... masculine... makes me feel safe..."

"Yeees, okay... that's good Nathan. Because you are safe with me."

"I'm safe..."

"You're loved with me."

"Loved..."

Heehee, he was repeating after me. Normally I have to tell furs to do that.

"And I'll never abandon you."

"Never abandon me..." he muttered that last bit with the most loveable smile of all. I couldn't take it anymore. I indulged myself by scratching his ears between my hands, kissing his lithe neck passionately while a single hand of mine reached to grope his crotch. The yip that followed was nothing short of absolutely delightful.

But I had to stop eventually and place his head against my chest once more. I let him listen to the steady beat of my heart as I hummed to him.

"Now, Nathan, take those feelings of safety, love, and loyalty, and let them wash over you as you drift downward... you won't remember this, but you'll still feel so safe, happy and loved with me when you wake up. So go to sleep, my beautiful Nathan. Go to sleep now... shhhh..."

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There you have it! All comments and votes are appreciated. Thanks a lot for reading and have a nice day!

(Recovery: Step Five should be soon!)