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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 6: The Wild Things

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Surprisingly – and maybe a little disappointingly – Roger slept through the night with no interruptions. He had half-expected there to be at least a few, or to wake up with either his landlady or her husband in bed with him, but neither happened. Instead, he woke up with nobody in his bed but himself, and his body still a bit scented of stallion since he hadn’t had the chance to get a shower before falling in bed. He groaned under his breath, dragging himself out from under his blankets to check the time.

It was ten in the morning, which meant that he had slept in much further than he had meant to. Then again, considering his life the last few days, he supposed that it was pretty understandable when that happened.

Shaking his head, he dragged himself the rest of the way out of bed and was halfway to the bathroom when the phone in the living room started ringing. Roger stopped in his tracks, then stumbled his naked self towards the living room. He caught the phone on the last ring, pulling it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“[i]Ah, good. You’re still there.[/i]”

“Hi, André,” he said, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. “Sorry. Just woke up.”

“[i]Yes. Ms. Watford told me what happened.[/i]”

“…I guess I should have expected that. Is she okay?”

“[i]Embarrassed as anyone that I’ve ever seen, and definitely feeling guilty about pushing her husband through that, but from everything I heard, she’s fine.[/i]”

“At least there’s that.”

“[i]You, on the other hand…[/i]”

There was just enough of a question in the phrase to tell him that he wasn’t in trouble, but he seriously wished that there was a better way of going about that. He rubbed his forehead as he sat down, then immediately stood up again as the cushions gushed with half-dried stallion seed. He blushed, rubbing his ass.

“I’m alright. And glad that it didn’t get worse than it did.”

“[i]Glad we’re on the same page about that. Look. I’m thinking that it’s time that we take you in to make sure that you aren’t putting off anything…harmful. Just to make sure that all the Anthros you’re encountering are safe.[/i]”

“And to see if there’s a way to counteract what I’m doing?”

“[i]That’s not the primary reason, but yes. I’ve arranged an appointment for that after we’ve taken you to the bank today.[/i]”

“You’re probably not going to believe me when I say this, André, but thanks.”

“[i]No. I can believe it…even if there’s this part that you fucked into me that wants to tell you to keep doing it.[/i]”

He smiled, even as his morning wood throbbed a bit. The idea that the cheetah had been bred hard enough to want others to experience human cock was kinda fun. Not enough to make him want to go further than he already had, but fun.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours? What bank is this again?”

“[i]Should be in walking distance, if you want the exercise. About a half-mile south of your position. 2nd National.[/i]”

“2nd National. Be there at noon?”

“[i]That’ll work. See you then. And be safe…and smart.[/i]”

Click. The line went dead, and he hung up. Well, at least André was still giving him some leeway, though he was surprised that he was being allowed as much as he was. The cheetah had to know that this was something that he wasn’t trying to make happen, so, that was something. He rubbed the back of his head, staring at the phone for a moment before the sticky feeling on his ass cheeks reminded him of what he’d just sat in.

Time enough for contemplation after he was clean.

#

Roger got dressed in a t-shirt and a tighter than he remembered pair of jeans. His underwear was the same as the day before, sadly, but that wasn’t too bad. Just a little musky compared to what he’d normally be wearing. He put on a pair of sandals and – after checking for directions from Ms. Watford – made his way out onto the street. He got the same stares as the day before, but this time, he was a bit more used to it.

What he wasn’t used to was that there were a few others on the streets and in the cars this time, and he realized that not all of them were of the more ‘domestic’ species that he was used to seeing. Yes, there were cars that had dogs and cats in them, and even some of the wilder animals that one might have seen in the zoo, but there were also a few others, including raccoons, and eagles, and other things that might not have had the same sort of interactions with humans.

And when they stared, there was something different about it. A hardness, for lack of a better word, that wasn’t there when the other species stared at him. Not unfriendly, but more…challenging, he supposed.

[i]Maybe I should have had André drive me to the bank, after all,[/i] he thought, shaking his head as he turned in the direction Ms. Watford had recommended. [i]Well, no turning back on that now. He’s probably already on his way, and…just keep walking. That’s all you gotta do. Just keep walking.[/i]

Roger glanced down the street, trying to forget about the way that the other species stared at him. It had been one thing to have all the love and interest that the Anthros so far had shown him, but now that they were starting to change, it was a little harder to feel safe. He didn’t like that he felt like that, but there was no denying that the feeling was there.

[i]Is this racism?[/i] he wondered as he walked down the road. [i]Or…speciesism? I mean…it’s not like I’m hating them, but…[/i]

But he was starting to treat them differently just because of them being a bit different, for being a different species than the friendly and familiar dogs and cats. Roger shook his head.

[i]Just walk. You can figure it out later.[/i]

He did, however, feel a bit better about only taking some of the money that he’d brought with him. If something did go wrong, he’d only be out a thousand dollars rather than the whole thing. Not a small loss, admittedly, but enough that he could recover from if he was smart about it. And it would be enough to live on until he could get the rest of the money he had transferred, converted, and put over.

Just as he was starting to feel better, he heard a hiss coming from down an alley. Roger turned, seeing a raccoon in torn jeans, a black vest, and…well, nothing else. The guy was barefoot, his fur a bit damp-looking, and he had a toothpick sticking out from between his teeth.

“Hey, human…”

The raccoon’s eyes glittered in the same way that the other species had been doing as they drove by, but this time, he was staring at one only a few feet away. He sputtered slightly, shaking his head as he tried to take a step away. The raccoon chuckled.

“Hey, relax, relax. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

“Yeah? Well…this isn’t exactly a friendly way to say hi.”

“You wanna relax, man. Trust me…it’s gonna be a lot better if you stop freaking out.”

“Why?”

“Because if you keep freaking out, I’m gonna have to leave, and then I’ll have to show up later.”

“…”

Roger took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before resting his hands at his sides. The raccoon chuckled, leaning back against the brick wall behind him.

“Yeah, that’s better, isn’t it? Yeah. Why don’t you come here, human?”

“Why? What do you want?”

“Just wanna…try something.”

“…”

“Promise ya, man, I’m not here to hurt ya.”

“Kinda hard to believe that when you’re trying to get me to walk into an alley.”

“Look, man, I’m not here to hurt ya. Promise ya that. Besides, even if I was, if I did anything serious, I’d be the one paying for it. Everyone’s talking about how they want to get humans on this side of the wall again. If I go screwing that up, then it’s jail for me, right off the bat.”

The raccoon seemed to be telling the truth, at least as far as he could read a fuzzy face. There wasn’t any of the usual anger and annoyance that he was used to seeing with some of the other guys that he spent time with, and the raccoon didn’t seem to be…angry, at least, not in the way that he had seen on the history channel when they talked hate crimes.

[i]Well…[/i]

What was the worst that could happen? He went in there, the raccoon tried something, and then…well, if it worked the same as it did with the other animals, he could turn it around as soon as he touched the other guy. That wasn’t going to be an issue, he was sure, but…well, at least, he hoped it wasn’t going to be an issue. Maybe it would be. Maybe he was being overconfident.

And maybe he was wasting time. Besides, it would be good to have an interaction that [i]didn’t[/i] end up with him taking advantage of someone.

“Alright…”

He took a step into the alley, and as soon as he did, the raccoon grabbed him by the arm and yanked him deeper in. Roger stumbled, almost falling head over heels, but the raccoon caught him. A soft, wet, cold nose pressed against his neck, whiskers following, and he bit off a chuckle as he felt them tickle. It was just enough to keep him from completely losing it, but the raccoon kept sniffing, sucking in his smell.

“Mmmph…”

“You…you okay?” Roger asked. “You…”

“Heh…human…Didn’t know it’d…smell like this…”

“Hey…hey, remember your promise…”

“Oh, I’m not gonna hurt ya…”

The raccoon pulled back, his eyes manic in a way that they hadn’t been before…and his grip a lot stronger than it had been. Roger grunted as he was shoved up against the wall, his eyes going wide as the raccoon pinned him by the shoulders, holding him there as those torn jeans started to rise quite a bit more in the crotch. He could see a rather hefty pair of balls down there, too, bulging and almost pushing out of a rather large rip between the legs.

“Yeah…ya don’t hurt the humans. Don’t hurt the trashers, the food-givers…”

The raccoon almost seemed to be going a bit feral, but there was something about it that didn’t quite leave Roger feeling threatened. Instead, he felt…pressured, like he was being held accountable for something that he hadn’t quite remembered to do.

As the raccoon eyed him up and down, he blushed, his own cock rising slightly in response to the weird eye-rape he was going through. It was hard to ignore the raccoon’s own bulge, slightly larger than his own, and now that he was pinned, it was hard to ignore the raw musk that was coming off of the Anthro. The raccoon had a sort of odd, not-quite-washed feeling, not like someone that was filthy, but more like someone that had spent a day down at the gym and hadn’t quite made it to the shower just yet. Hot, heavy…and kinda sexy.

[i]God fucking…am I seriously attracted to a punk raccoon now?[/i]

It seemed that he was, considering that he was getting a definite boner. He didn’t know what to think, except that it’d probably be a good idea to do whatever the raccoon told him to do at this point.

The street punk looked down, and chuckled.

“Take off your pants.”

“Huh?”

“I wanna see that meat. That human meat. I can smell it, now I want to see it, so take off your pants.”

“Alright, alright…just…hang on…”

Roger hadn’t quite expected that, but he supposed that it wasn’t that surprising in the greater scheme of things. Most of the other Anthros had wanted sex of some sort, so it wasn’t too surprising that someone else wanted to see what they had been missing. He blushed worse at that thought, trying to shake it out of his head, but now that he was pinned, it was hard to get rid of that idea.

He reached down to his zipper, slowly dragging it down. The raccoon’s nostrils flared at that, sucking in the scent, and his ‘attacker’ dropped down to his knees, shoving his cool nose right into his fly. Roger blushed, feeling the damp nose dragging along his boxers, nuzzling into the y-slit at the front, before dipping further down towards his balls. Then…then further…

“Nnngh. Can’t get far enough. Want more,” the raccoon hissed, looking up at him. “All the way off. Now. Now!”

“I’m taking them off, I’m taking them off.”

“Take them off faster!”

Roger could feel the claws digging into the waistband of his pants and underwear, and he realized that if he didn’t get his clothes off fast, he wasn’t going to have anything to wear when he went to the bank. He had to get out of them, and now.

So, he dragged them down as fast as he could, kicking off his sandals, too. The raccoon grabbed his footwear, pulling them to his nose and smelling them, too. The bulge in the trash-eater’s pants was getting stiffer, thicker, and the tip of it was getting wet.

[i]God, is he getting off on this that much?[/i]

He blushed as he stood in the alley, naked from the waist down. The way that the raccoon was manhandling him was driving him mad. It was…well, intense, to say the least, and despite himself, he had a boner. There was something about the utter need that the Anthro had for him that was making his cock harder than usual. A lot harder than usual.

The raccoon finally looked at him again, and the half-feral male chuckled, groping himself from his kneeling position with one hand and reaching out for Roger’s cock with the other. The furred, padded palm pressed against his shaft firmly, and he gritted his teeth at the sheer pleasure that came from that grip.

“Fuck…fuck…”

“Heh, you like that?”

“You’re…making me like it.”

“Heh…human cock has a good smell to it…” The raccoon ground his nose against his cock again, and Roger shivered hard, feeling the pressure and slight chill of that nose grinding right under the head of his cock. “But I want more…need more…”

“What the hell else do you want?”

“Show me that ass.”

A chill ran down his spine, but at the same time, his cock didn’t get any softer. It wasn’t that he was compelled, he realized. He could walk out at any time, just like anyone else might have done, but…

But there was something hot about being wanted to this degree, to having someone that wanted to break the rules to have some fun with him. And all because he was human, because he was exotic, because he was different.

He blushed as he slowly turned, leaning back against the wall. No sooner had he turned his ass in the raccoon’s direction than he felt both furred, padded palms pressing against his cheeks, pulling them apart. Just like before, he could feel the hot breath pressing against his flesh, and then, following that…a lick. A long, wet lick that ran from the back of his balls and then along his taint, all the way back to –

“Ah…ah…”

He gasped as he felt that tongue digging into his pucker, dragging along his hole. It was wet and slimy in a way that a finger could never be, more flexible than any toy or any dick. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped at the bricks in the wall as if he was trying to climb up them. Clawed fingers gripped his ass cheeks all the tighter, and he panted as he felt that tongue digging in again, forcing its way into his pucker.

Wet, slick, hot, flexible. It forced it sway in deeper, deeper, and deeper still, feeling like it was fucking him. He panted, his cock throbbing upwards, dripping pre-cum to the ground.

“Ah…fuck…fuck…”

Each time he said ‘fuck,’ he swore that tongue went a bit deeper, forced his hole open that little bit wider. He feared what he might be encouraging, but there was something about this that felt too good, too hot to stop. Roger groaned, going up on tiptoe on a particularly aggressive lick, feeling the raccoon flick –

“AH!”

He gasped as that last lick hit his prostate, rubbing on it hard enough that his cock jerked and spat pre-cum over the brick wall. A little embarrassed red painted his cheeks, and he tried to look down and away.

Not that easy when there was a raccoon groping and gripping his ass cheeks, or standing up behind him and pressing against his pucker with a…with a thankfully somewhat slender-feeling cock.

“What? What are you…”

Roger grunted as he was pinned against the brick wall, as the weight of the raccoon’s arm on his neck kept him there.

“I’m in charge. Trash-dealer, food-giver. You learn place…learn place for wild ones…”

“Mmmph…and what’s…what’s my place, then?” he asked as the raccoon’s dick slid up and down between his ass cheeks, leaving a prodigious amount of pre-cum behind.

“Under…under wilds…”

“Mmph…gonna…fuck me into that…place?” Roger asked.

“Mmmph…gonna…gonna…”

“Nope!”

Thunk!

Roger stumbled backwards at the sudden lack of pressure on the back of his neck, yelping as he was suddenly allowed to move freely. He gasped for breath, redder than usual as he whipped around to see what the hell was going on.

It was André, and the cheetah was in the process of cuffing the raccoon. Roger surprised himself by wanting to jump to the ring-tail’s defense, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but stare at the whole thing, both relieved that he wasn’t going to get fucked and somehow disappointed at the same. As a result, he was kind of paralyzed, shaking his head at the whole event.

“You okay?” the cheetah asked.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. I just…I didn’t expect…”

“Well, it was a possibility,” André grunted as he pulled the cuffs a bit tighter. “That should hold him…Now. Is there anything I should know before we take him in for an interview?”

“Just…he was waiting in the alley, and he wanted to sniff me. He said he wanted to see about something.”

“Anything else?”

“That was all he told me.”

“And he just…” The cheetah gestured at him, seemingly unabashed at the nudity. Roger blushed, nodding. André sighed. “Well, this will make resettling that much more…interesting, I guess.”

“Because some of you will…do that? Go feral?”

“More than some…and it isn’t feral. As a matter of fact, best not to call anyone on this side of the Wall feral. Just take it from me. Don’t do it.”

Roger slowly nodded, reaching down to pick up his pants. It was a bit awkward being naked in front of his escort, but at the same time, he was starting to get used to it. He just…kinda wished that he wasn’t naked [i]and[/i] sporting a boner at the same time.

As soon as he had his pants back on, he slid into his sandals and helped the cheetah escort the twitching raccoon back to the car. They helped him in, then Roger hopped into the front passenger seat. André joined him, and they both sat in silence for a moment or two. The cheetah glanced down at him, all the way down to the still-present boner, and chuckled.

“Don’t tell me that you –”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” Roger said, covering his face.

“Just saying. If you’re open to that, you’re going to find even more people interested in you.”

“Look, I’m still…I don’t even know what I’m interested in yet. This has been an education of a lifetime, but I really don’t even know what I’m doing…or what I want, or anything.”

André nodded, and to his relief, stopped talking about it. It was hard enough to deal with the whole thing when he was just going through it in his head, but talking it out with someone that he had already slept with didn’t make it easier. He leaned his head back against the headrest of the car seat, rubbing his forehead as his boner slowly started to go down.

[i]I can’t believe that I was starting to get off to that…[/i]

And yet, he had been. There was no denying that a part of him had been way too interested in the idea of someone just taking ownership of him the way that the raccoon had been doing. There was something about the idea of someone wanting him for what he was rather than who he was, something that he didn’t have to worry about keeping up, and he had gone with it in a rather stupid way.

Dickbrain had struck again.

He rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead as they drove down the street. At some point, they stopped, and André got out to take the raccoon into some station or other. There was a gentle hand-over at the top of the steps, and some dogs took the raccoon in. He was given a pair of slippers, it looked like, and he was getting some pats on his back and head, soothing him out of the hangdog look that he had.

Definitely different from the police back home.

As André joined him in the car again, Roger nodded up the steps.

“Is he going to be okay?” he asked.

“Yes, he will. It’s a matter of instincts, unfortunately. The wilder ones do occasionally take in a trigger that pushes them back, but we’ve learned how to guide them out of it. All it takes is a little reminder of civilization, of where we are now…at least, usually. With you, it seemed a little different.”

“Was that because he was, um, a ‘wild one’?”

“He used that term?”

Roger nodded.

“Well, that explains a bit…”

“Mind filling me in?”

The cheetah sighed, switching the car on and pulling out from the station. As they rejoined the flow of traffic, André started explaining.

“There’s a bit of a divide between Anthros. It’s not strong, not like the race riots and other things in the histories that we’ve found of humans, but it’s still there. For us, it’s between the Tame and the Wild, those of us that were born of more domesticated and tamed animals – the dogs and cats, and the old zoo animals, like my species – and those that were part of the wild before they were uplifted.

“Now, we’re all the same these days, but there’s still some differences in our heads from that. We Tamed Anthros are a bit more…subdued, I guess you’d call it. We were already used to living in the cities, already used to making our livings by doing tricks for humans and being part of their lives. We were able to adapt pretty quickly, according to what our histories of the last few decades have said. Wild Anthros, on the other hand…Eh…they haven’t had it so easy. Some, like the raccoons and foxes, had a bit of a presence in the city already, but they were scavengers, not really ‘living’ there. And the predators, like the wild wolves, or the cougars, or species like that? They had it even worse.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Bad might be overstating it, but it took them longer to integrate, to learn what we had already figured out. Like I said, these days, we’re all about the same, but…”

“But they have different instincts,” Roger muttered.

“Some of them. I doubt that any of them would be outright dangerous around a human, but, as you saw, some of them would have some rather…aggressive reactions. They’d feel the need to assert dominance over a human, show that they’re the stronger. Now that they’re the same size, they don’t feel the need to run away anymore.”

“…I guess that makes sense…”

Roger rubbed the back of his head, still remembering how it had felt to have the raccoon’s dick between his ass cheeks. Again, it hadn’t been unpleasant, and while his heart had been up in his throat the entire time, he hadn’t felt threatened in the same way that he knew that a number of women would have felt on the human side of the Wall. Despite the roughness of it, he had felt sure that he wasn’t actually going to be hurt.

Well, maybe left stinging a bit depending on how rough the raccoon was, but not actually outright hurt.

And now he was hearing that there were others – other species, for that matter – that might be as rough or more so. The raccoons were probably a species that straddled the line between the Tame and the Wild, and this one had been more keen on staying wild. The fact that he had been in an alley, barefoot, and seemed completely happy with that almost felt like it should have been a clue.

Things were a bit more complicated on this side of the Wall than he thought. Looked like it was going to be more than just random fucking and living large.

“We’re here.”

He glanced out the window, saw the signs of a bank. The brand wasn’t one that he recognized, but he imagined that the Anthros had renamed most of them. Shaking his head, Roger undid his seatbelt and got out, pulling his hair back a bit and checking his pocket again. The money was still there.

“Are you ready?” André asked.

“Yeah…guess so…”

“It’s just part of life, now.”

“I know, I know. Just…almost getting fucked…”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” the cheetah asked, resting a hand on his shoulder. “If you are…out of it, we can reschedule the rest of the day. I wouldn’t blame you after almost getting rutted…” The cheetah smiled. “Even if I wouldn’t have minded being in his place.”

“…Heh, I thought you said I ruined barbs for you.”

“Just because I’d like you under my tail again doesn’t mean I’m not curious about the other end.”

Roger couldn’t help but smile a bit, even though he was blushing up a storm and trying to figure out what to say. It was hard as hell to find anything [i]to[/i] say, really. After all, he was still trying to figure himself out.

“Maybe another time. For now –”

“Let’s get the bank account set up.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

#

They left the bank a half-hour later, and Roger looked down at the banking card again. It was a simple thing, though it had a picture of his face on it. Apparently, on this side of the Wall, your bank card could serve as your ID as well as your card of financial transaction. That would make things a bit more convenient.

As they got back to the car, André got on the phone, probably calling one of the clinics that he’d mentioned on the phone. Roger waited, expecting to be told that they were hitting one up, but the cheetah seemed oddly annoyed. The conversation went back and forth for another few minutes before finally cutting off.

“Looks like your appointment is for tomorrow. The soonest they could schedule it.”

“…Tomorrow?”

“Yes. So, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to drop you off, and you’re going to go back to the apartment. Then you’re going to stay there. I’ll have someone bring some food by when dinner comes around, and then you eat that and go to bed.”

“…You’re really worried about this, aren’t you?” Roger asked, pulling his seatbelt on. “Is this project that important?”

“One. This project is an incredibly important one, as it would let us figure out how to get the rest of the city back online. It would mean the world to some of the species on this side of the wall, and…well, you saw what happened with me and my men, as well as with the dog. There’s a lot of Anthros that would do well with humans around again.”

“And two?”

“Two, you matter. I don’t know why you think you wouldn’t, but you matter, and I want to make sure that you don’t get yourself into trouble.”

That was a surprise, but a welcome one. He rubbed the back of his neck, and rode along in silence for the car trip back to the apartment.

Once they got there, Ms. Watford met them in the lobby, and once André explained what was going on, she was completely on-board. The mare gave him a new key, saying that his previous apartment was being fixed up while he was out, and he needed to stay in a new one for a while. He nodded, leaving her with the commander for a bit. Looking at the key, he could see that it was for a room on the top floor.

One elevator ride later, he was on the top floor, and he found the door that matched the key at the end of the hall. He was just about to slide the key in place when he heard the sounds of moans and groans on the other side. Roger paused, looked at the key again, looked at the door…and then looked down by the letter box.

“Home of Mr. and Ms. Wat…ford…”

[i]…Shit.[/i]

And judging by the sound of things, Harry was busy with a client. He blushed, tucking himself against the wall as he leaned his head back, deciding it’d be better to wait for the stallion to be done. After all, better to keep from zonking out an innocent horse or client. He was still a guest, after all.

He just hoped that he didn’t have to wait for too long.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Roger goes to the bank to get a new card and some local money…and ends up finding himself in a very precarious situation.

Tags: M/M, human, raccoon, cheetah, reversal, musk, handjob, teasing, domination, hotdogging, rimming, series, species play, human addiction, establishing dominance, pre-cum, alley, sniffing,