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I couldn’t shake the feeling that I appeared absurd. I’d pulled on the smallest shirt I owned, not quite a crop top, but small enough that anyone looking my way could tell it didn’t fit. The only pants I had were my usual jeans, worn soft and a little faded after a few years of regular use. Even my antlers were small for the season. I definitely didn’t look like someone who belonged in a gay bar, and at 27, I felt slightly humiliated by my lack of experience and lack of coherent wardrobe.

Not Robbie though. He was confident and outgoing, wearing revealing clothes that just barely made it past the socially acceptable bar. The little dog wagged his tail on the dancefloor and got more than his fair share of lustful glances, enough to make someone jealous. “Like me,” I’d thought.

I shook my head. I shouldn’t be jealous of the guy. He’s the one who invited me out in the first place, and it’s not his fault the closest thing I owned to “revealing” was a shirt two sizes too small. He was so excited, too, to bring me to his favorite spot in the city, especially after he remembered my birthday was right around the corner. “Come tease men with me,” he had said, jokingly winking at me. He really was trying to be nice.

But as much as I tried to rationalize it, part of me did start to resent his ability to exist in a space like this. He seemed so unencumbered and free, grinding his ass against whatever guy grabbed and pulled him close. As I sat there stewing in emotion, there he was, white fluffy butt pressed firmly against a much taller man whose pants were certainly beginning to feel too tight.

After tiring of watching Robbie’s prowess, my gaze shifted to another group I had been paying close attention to that night. A group of five, all large, and all intimidating. There was something about the group that stood out in the darkly lit club. Everytime I would glance at them, it felt like at least one was staring back, not even pulling their eyes away when they matched mine. It left my stomach feeling a bit hollow, and my ears flush with the little pangs of anxiety. I couldn’t tell if they scared me or turned me on.

Especially the wolf that was with them. He wasn’t the tallest of the bunch but I would certainly call him the biggest. Broad shoulders, thick arms, and a stomach that showed everyone he was eating well. His stature matched with his black leather jacket — one with studs on the shoulders that caught the flashing purple and blue lights of the club — showed he wanted to appear tough, and it was a goal he met tenfold.

I shuddered a bit as his eyes landed on me again. He looked at me in the way a starving man looks at a plate of steak, hungry and purposeful. It caused a shock of electricity to travel from the center of my forehead down to the tip of my flicking tail, and I started to lightly tap my finger tips against the table to calm myself. The wolf could have licked his lips at that moment and I wouldn’t have questioned it. Little deers like me were nothing more to him than eye candy and the look he was giving made my imagination run wild. I knew he was sizing me up, but the reason why was still unclear.

“Isn’t this fun?” I jumped at the words, pulled back in from the slight trance of the big wolf, once again feeling the vibrating bass and smelling the syrupy-sweet smell of alcoholic mixers. Robbie had come from the dance floor, slightly panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and plopped right next to me in the booth I had claimed as my domain for the night. I tried to pretend the wolf's gaze was not burning a hole into my side.

“I dunno,” I trailed off as I began. I didn’t want to make the enthusiastic pooch feel bad but I also didn’t want to lie. I’d sat in that booth all night, slowly drinking the glowing blue concoction Robbie had ordered for me when we first arrived. Sure the music was nice, and some of the men were pleasant to look at, but I, in my ridiculous attempt at an outfit, felt out of place.

“Maybe you could try coming to the dance floor with me,” Robbie smiled. He’d already asked once before and I had turned him down. But this time he had a new trick, “That guy over there, Darrel, he said he thinks you’re kind of cute.”

“Kind of? Please,” I thought to myself. I looked over to where Robbie was pointing. Darrel was another deer, taller and stockier than me. He had on a modest t-shirt and jeans, showing that he too was maybe a little underprepared for a night on the town, but it looked more effortless on him, like he at least had been to a bar once or twice. He also looked boring.

But boring was safe, and as I had learned, safe wasn’t a guaranteed feeling that night.

“I saw you checking out that wolf too,” Robbie chided and I froze, missing the second half of whatever Robbie said. Something about seeing him here occasionally. I didn’t think I’d been checking him out, but I had been stealing glances at the lumbering canine all night.

“Was I attracted to him?” I thought, once again taking a short look in his direction. He was still watching me, even as he chatted with his friends. His hand drifted down to his crotch, closing around the faint outline of a bulge. I jerked my eyes back up just in time to see him take a long swig of beer. And then, he winked at me.

I instantly looked away and stared straight down at the table, my ears laid flat against my head. I felt like I was glowing with heat, and my heart was beating out of my chest. I silently prayed the sound was shielded from the wolf by the thumping basslines of club music. Did I accidentally send the wrong message to the terrifying predator across the room? “I wasn’t trying to fuck him,” I said in my head, “I was scared of him.”

“Are you going to say anything?” Robbie said. He was looking at me, a slight smirk on his face. He was clueless to the turmoil boiling in my head and he was loving watching me squirm. “I mean, he’s not really my type, but I bet he has a massive…”

“Robbie!” I shouted. I could feel the dog’s tail thwacking against the booth. His happy-go-lucky attitude was starting to get on my nerves and his normal chipper teasing was starting to feel like pointed jabs to a much deeper anxiety. I took a deep breath before taking a look back at the wolf and his batch of terrifying friends.

But, he was gone. There was no group of large, intimidating men, no leather-clad wolf, and no ravenous look that made me question if I wanted to hide, or be hunted. There were only a few empty bottles of beer to confirm they were actually there and not a manifestation of my inner worries.

“Let’s, uh, go dance,” I said, still looking at the empty corner where the source of my torment used to be, stumbling over my words. I could feel the adrenaline drain from my body and the blood flow away from my head. The temperature around me dropped like I had stepped into a walk-in freezer, and I was now being possessed by some calmer, if not a bit shaky, more composed ghost. Even then I was worried my unbeknownst tormentor would return, and that thought made an escape to the dancefloor sound more pleasant.

Robbie excitedly said something I once again didn’t register before grabbing my hand and leading me to the dance floor in the middle of the club. It felt more crowded now than it did earlier when I was watching Robbie twirl from afar. Cologne and perfume mingled together in the air, mixing with the harsh twang of sweat, and I hoped more people writhing and grinding around me would distract from the miserable state of my outfit.

Robbie’s paw was barely off mine when he quickly introduced me to Darrel and vanished into the crowd again to once more pull the eyes of every eligible man in the building.

“I wasn’t convinced your friend, uhm, could get you out of the booth,” Darrel said, leaning in close so that I could hear him over the music and sounding like he wasn’t sure of his own words. His breath made my ear hot and I flicked it in response. It smelled like he was one beer over his tipsy limit, but still sober enough to muster up a little charm.

“Clubs aren’t really my thing,” I said as I instinctively took a slight step back. I wasn’t unfamiliar with intimacy, even with strangers. I had used the apps before, more than I sometimes would care to admit, but Darrel was drunk, the music was loud, and I was starting to second guess my trip to the dancefloor.

I scanned the crowd for the wolf, or any one of his friends. Their presence would be more than enough of an excuse to abandon the situation and return to my palace of a dingy club booth and sulk. But they were nowhere to be found. Instead I only saw men, partnered off into small groups, flirting and touching each other. And I was there with Darrel, completely oblivious to my apprehensions.

“Well, I am glad that you took the chance,” He reached forward, hesitating a little before he placed his hand lightly against my side. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it also didn’t spark anything in me. Aren’t situations like these supposed to get you excited? Here was a decently attractive man — nothing to write home about, but one that a deer like me should be happy to pull the attention of — and the only thing I could feel was indifference.

“So are you a,” he stumbled over his words a bit, his last drink undoubtedly hitting him harder than he expected it to. He leaned in close again before continuing. “Are you a top or bottom?”

The question hit my brain in all of the wrong ways, blocking out the rocking bass of whatever song the DJ was spinning, like he had thrown a rock in a house made of sheet metal. The echo it created was loud, disorienting, and entirely unpleasant. “What?” I had managed to breathe out.

What was this guy doing? This was the most standoff style of flirting I had ever seen. He wasn’t shy but everything he did felt like he was second guessing it, even if he ended up doing it in the end. I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or if he truly was this uncertain with his choices. At least it confirmed my original assessment of the man when I saw him across the club. Boring.

I felt a much more firm grasp on my arm, scrunching up my short fur there, and at the same time I felt Darrel’s light touch leave my side. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Was it the wolf coming to pay me back for all of my accidentally flirty glances? Was I moments away from being dragged to the back of the building where he would do any number of things to me? I felt a stab of adrenaline in my heart and my eyes blurred slightly as I whipped my head towards my captor.

“Oh my god, Silas I love this song you have to dance with me.” It was Robbie, once again bringing me back to reality. The sound of my name on familiar lips was enough to help me step away from Darrel. I had been so deep in my own moment I hadn’t realized a new song, or even that the energetic white dog was close to us, even as he was now clad in very noticeable glow stick bracelets.

“Yeah, uh, go dance. And when you are done I’ll be right here,” the other deer said and it too sounded so unsure. Shouldn’t I be the one saying I’m leaving? This guy made no sense.

And yet, I smiled and desperately tried to make it look like I enjoyed our encounter way more than I did. “Yeah sure,” I said. As much as I was off put and utterly stultified by him, I didn’t want him to feel bad. And, part of my brain was telling me it was my fault for not finding the guy more attractive.

Robbie took that as our goodbye and pulled me to the complete other side of the dancefloor. I listened for a moment to the song playing and, even though I spent many hours in Robbie’s car listening to his playlists, I didn’t recognize it. But all the same, the dog started moving, rubbing his hands along his own body.

His hips shifted left and right in rhythm with the high hats. The glow bracelets he wore on his wrists illuminated the tufts of short white fur on his belly as he took another pass of feeling himself up, never getting close to his crotch but every movement teased like he was going to.

I myself moved much slower, rocking my body in half time with the beat. The style let me think longer about my movements, and helped me feel more in control of how I looked. I kept my arms mostly at my side, letting my shoulders lead my movements.

“What is this song? I don’t think I have ever heard you play it?” I asked.

“Oh, I have no idea.”

“I thought you said you loved this song?”

The canine laughed a bit. His paws were now on the back of his neck and he moved his hips in wider motions. You could tell Robbie loved to dance, and to look good while doing it.

“I told you when we got up from the table, remember? If you looked uncomfortable I would just come get you.” Those were the words I didn’t hear, as I was dragged to the dancefloor. It was Robbie trying to reassure me that if my meeting with Darrel didn’t go well, he would come rescue me. He really was trying to be nice, and my earlier jealousy once again made me feel awful.

I tried to push that feeling out of my head along with many others. My outfit anxieties, my worries of feeling out of place, and that damn wolf all slowly went away as I danced there with Robbie for the next half hour. For the first time that night, I actually started to have fun, pulled from my booth by a friend who’d proved he had my back.

Eventually, I tugged Robbie toward the bar. If I was already outside my comfort zone, I might as well go all in. The first shot hit like sandpaper. I coughed, eyes watering, prompting the bartender to shove a lime wedge across the counter. I bit into it without thinking, and Robbie laughed at my pain. The second one went down smoother. It was mostly mixer, thanks to the little dog’s mercy. The third had more bite. It burned just enough to make me wince a little, but it felt like I had finally found my level, whether that was true to the alcohol giving me false optimism.

While we had been sampling the drinks, I had noticed Robbie sampling the bartender with his eyes. The guy serving us drinks, a tall horse, didn’t shy away from it either. As far as I knew, you were never supposed to hit on the bartender, but then again Robbie had a way of getting around the rules in these situations, and it was once again working for him.

My friend asked for some waters this time and when the horse sat the glasses down, Robbie slowly reached forward and gently, but purposefully, started to pet the equine's forearm.

“When does your shift end?” Robbie asked, picking up the water that was just sat down. He took a small drink of it with a determined look in his eye.

“Actually, I think my break just started,” the horse said.

I could have groaned. Of course Robbie’s flirting would work. Of course the bartender was interested in him. I would later learn that Robbie already knew the horse — he and the dog met back when he was hired at the club — and they would regularly role play as strangers before hooking up. But at that moment I was once again jealous of my friend, right as I was feeling good, and I needed fresh air.

I quickly told Robbie I was going to stand outside for a second, feigning that I was being a decent wingman and letting those two have their alone time. I made large strides toward the door, trying not to be stopped by anyone, especially Darrel who I had lost in the crowd after our awkward meeting. And when the cool outside air hit me, I was thankful.

I walked over and leaned against the wall, just on the edge of the light from the club's entrance. The brick texture rubbed against my fur in an uncomfortable way. But it helped ground me as I tried to fight off the hazy buzz of my three shots.

I tried to pull down my shirt, once again cognizant that its hem ended about an inch above my pants's waistline. Why could I not get over myself? Robbie gets to successfully flirt with any guy in the bar and I brush off the only person to give me attention. Was I so self-aggrandizing that I thought myself too good for a guy that was just a little awkward and slightly hesitant in his approach? Darrel was safe. He was interested in me. And I…?

I jerked my head back to smack my head against the wall, not hard enough to actually hurt myself but with enough force to snap myself out of an oncoming spiral. “Fuck this,” I thought. I made up my mind at that moment that when I stepped foot back into the club, I was going to hook up with someone, someone that actually interested me.

But I’d wait until Robbie was done with his little ‘itch’ and with a horse, that meant giving him plenty of time to reach it.

Looking around the street corner the club was on, I spotted a bodega just a block away. That would be the oasis from my thoughts while I bided my time. It was a smaller shop, but its large shelves made it feel more grand. I couldn’t see the back of the store when I walked in, so I started to pace the aisles looking for anything to distract me.

Chips, cough medicine, hot dogs on a rotating grill, bodegas are great for their eclectic selection. But the thing that caught my eye the most were the condoms. They felt like a reflection of my resolve from earlier, confronting me with the realities of the statement I made to myself. It didn’t persuade me away from it, it just caught me in my tracks, contemplating the possibilities.

“Hey there, little deer,” the sentence felt warm and cold at the same time as it reached my ear. “Making plans I see.”

His voice sounded exactly how I expected it to, I just never expected to actually hear it. I could see him out of the corner of my eye now that I was aware of his presence. It was the wolf, his jacket no longer reflecting the light of the club but instead the fluorescence of the overhead lights in the bodega. I could see he was walking towards me, and I swore I could feel a light vibration every time his black boots hit the linoleum floor. Robbie wasn’t there to save me this time.

When I finally found the courage to turn my head, he was standing next to me, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders nearly touching either side of the narrow aisle. His grey fur was shaggy, and a little overgrown. Three piercings ran along his right ear, a single ring glinted in his nose. His eyes were an icy blue and they were sharp, stabbing me as he appraised me just like any other item in the store.

“I, uh, I’m…” I was petrified. What was he going to do to me? I focused in on his throat and watched as his next words formed there, vibrating across his vocal chords.

“You thought you could get away with wearing something tight like this,” He chuckled and reached forward, sliding his paw under my shirt and placing his open palm against my stomach. He then confidently moved it to my side, grabbing onto my waist beneath the fabric.

I watched as he casually licked the front of his sharp teeth, and followed his Adam's apple as it flexed when he swallowed. The heat from his hand was almost unbearable. Why was he making fun of my tight shirt anyway? Yeah it was comically small but he was the one touching me in this bodega.

“Looks too damn good on you.” He pulled me against his chest and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him. “Oh,” I thought. He was complimenting me. He was staring at me and grabbing his dick earlier, so I guess I should have known that he thought I was hot, and wearing something hot, but I hadn’t. Realising it now, my cheeks started to heat up as I blushed.

He moved his paw to my back and moved it downwards, sliding two fingers into my jeans. He dipped his head low and he pressed his muzzle against my ear. I could feel the quickening of his breath, and it was hot and moist against my head. “This ok?” He asked.

What was he asking permission to do? Ravage me, or ravage me? But, at that moment, I didn’t care. I was finally starting to feel something more than anxiety or boredom while talking to a man. This is what I needed. It was exciting.

“Yes,” I choked out.

He chuckled against my ear, the sound was deep and vibrated me. “Good,” was all I heard before I was picked up and placed on the much larger animal’s shoulder, his paw still firmly on my ass. The adrenaline in my body from fear had been replaced with unhindered lust.

He walked us to the end of the aisle, before entering a door, and then another. I was in a situation that realistically should have frightened me, and yet my heart was pounding in my chest not from worry but from anticipation.

I couldn’t tell where we were, but it felt off limits. When he sat me down and pulled himself away, I felt instantly colder. We were in a sort of office room obviously meant for some employee to do payroll and other paperwork, noted by the two stacks of papers sitting on the corner of the desk. The room was a mix of browns and greys, save for the couple of green chairs placed off to the side. The wolf flicked on a lightswitch before returning to me, this time coming up from behind.

He placed both hands on my stomach, and arched his neck down to place his lips against the side of my neck. He was about a foot taller than me, and in this position I could feel that difference intimately. He could snap me in two if he wanted, making me into bite size pieces.

He kissed my neck and then did it again, before pressing his tongue against me, licking from my shoulder up to the base of my ear. He let one of his teeth catch on it. The feeling of something sharp against my ear sent tingles down my spine, from my antlers to my tail. He resumed kissing my neck and all I could think was, “he is tasting me.”

I could feel as he slowly pressed a claw against the collar of my shirt. The fabric of it wrapped around his nail, unweaving itself just enough for him to get a hold. And then he pulled downwards. The shirt didn’t stand a chance as he made a clean rip right down the middle, exposing my chest and the belly fur he’d been so casually playing with.

He let out a low rumbling growl as he grabbed me again, both paws firmly on my hips. He clasped his jaws around my shoulder as he pressed something hot and firm against my back, only separated by the layers of clothes that still existed between us. I needed to have him inside me.

He let go of me, and I could feel his reluctance in doing so. He wasn’t entirely finished teasing me, but we both knew that to go any further, some things would need to be taken off. I heard him start to undo his zipper, but before he could finish I whipped around and grabbed his paw. Silently, I got to my knees. He panted above me.

My antlers pressed into his belly as I pressed my nose against the black denim. I took a deep breath and let his scent fill my lungs. He smelled like man, and beer, and sweat, and leather, and other musty things. I could feel the heat radiate against my face in the cold back room.

He pushed me back for a second to take off his jacket, underneath was a plain white t-shirt. “Don’t want these pretty little things,” he said, grabbing onto my antlers and shaking them a bit, “doing any damage.” I didn’t even mind the slight jostling, as soon as I knew he was ready I was right back into his crotch.

I reached up from my kneeling position and undid the button to his pants. Next I finished undoing his zipper, his smell only becoming stronger. He helped me to slide his pants down to reveal that, to match his white shirt, he wore a white jockstrap, no longer containing the tool he hid there.

His cock jutted out the side of the garment, sprung free from its growth. I wasted no time in putting my lips on him. I kissed from the base to the tip of it, doing my own taste test, and he let out a deep, throaty sigh.

He started to pet my ears with one hand and hold onto my antlers with another. Any time I tried to pull back, he would firmly hold me there, keeping me swimming in his musk and securely pressed against his throbbing meat. I decided to pull his jock completely out of the way, letting his hefty balls fall from their containment. Looking at him I knew, this was a man built to breed and reproduce. If only I were a doe.

I took one of his nuts into my mouth, before doing the same to the other. I then stuck my nose underneath, licking from the back of his heavy sack to the front, then all the way to his tip, before slowly starting to suck on his length.

It was a challenge to try and get to the base, but with every grunt and “that’s it” from the wolf, I only wanted to try harder. I could feel my antlers dig into him as his cock dug into the back of my throat. If it weren’t for his belly, I probably could have achieved my goal. I wanted nothing more than to impress him.

“Up on to the desk, now,” He growled out. I let his dick fall from my lips and gave it a parting goodbye kiss, standing up. Before I could turn around and head to the desk, the wolf did it for me, grabbing me, turning me around, and shoving me over it, my ass fully in the air. He reached around and undid my pants, then grabbed at the waste, pulling them and my underwear to about mid thigh.

I gasped as he strongly grabbed my little deer tail, and sunk his muzzle below it. I could feel his teeth against my hole before he parted his jaws and let his tongue rasp against it. He hungrily licked between my cheeks, using his tongue to gently probe me.

He was experienced at this, maybe too experienced, but damn did it feel good. My own cock was pressed firmly onto the desk’s top, leaking with every eager lick he gave me down there.

“You taste good, little deer,” he rumbled against me, his voice shaking the base of my spine. Every word he spoke, every movement he made, felt so much larger than me. And now as he held me down against the desk, my tail firmly held up by his paw, and his tongue getting deeper and deeper into my ass, there was no doubt who was in charge here. And that feeling was freeing.

No anxiety, no overthinking, I only wanted this wolf to use me. I wanted him to get pleasure from me in any way he saw fit, and I didn’t care how. In this moment, I was his.

He pulled his muzzle out for just a second, letting me feel his breath against my now moist hole, before diving back in, this time licking from my balls, all the way to the base of my tail. I couldn’t help but gasp and clench up, feeling the new sensation. But he returned just like before, finding it much easier to get his tongue inside.

I could have stayed there for hours, splayed out on that desk. But he knew as much as I that we wanted something more. He pulled back once again, satisfied with his work in loosening me up. I heard him stand up straight, shuffle, and toss his pants that had been around his ankles to the side.

When he returned he smacked one of my cheeks with his paw, causing me to whimper slightly. “God, you have a nice ass,” he said. Before I could say anything in return, he grabbed once more onto my tail and shoved his cock right below it. I placed my palms flat on the table to brace myself.

Slowly, he slid inside of me, one inch at a time. Everytime I would tense up, he would stop and start to rub the base of my back, waiting for me to relax again so he could push deeper. Only when his belly started to press into his hand did he let go of my tail, placing both of his paws firmly around my waist, and used the leverage to get himself the rest of the way in.

Now I could fully appreciate how big he was. I felt full, beyond full even. He was certainly the largest dick I had ever taken, and I felt proud knowing I was able to do this for him. Then he pulled out ever so slightly, and pushed back in. Jolts of electricity shot through me every time he moved, and my own cock felt as hard as iron.

Determinedly, he quickened his pace. He was now pushing and pulling multiple inches, and his balls started to gently slap against me. I moaned every time he hilted and that gave him the signal to let loose. He moved one paw to my shoulder and dug his claws into me, leaving little marks on my neck and on my waist. He was now jamming himself into me, hard.

And with every thrust, I could feel myself get slightly dizzy. His cock was firmly pressed against my prostate, and I felt like I was leaking precum more than I ever had in my life. With the way he was grunting and panting above me, I could tell I was doing good, and that made the pleasure more intense.

I started to feel him get harder under my tail. I squeezed with as much pressure as I could muster. I needed him to cum and I needed him to make me his in that moment.

“I’m going to cum, little deer,” he said between growls. He was losing himself in the pleasure and so was I. I could only nod in approval.

And then I felt it. A flood of warmth bloomed inside me. I could feel the lower half of my body spasm as he firmly thrust into me again and again, trying to firmly plant his seed deep inside. My eyes shot open and I moaned louder than I wanted to in the public office. He growled and wrapped his paw that was on my shoulder around my muzzle, trying to keep my quiet.

He thrust once more, savoring the feeling of claiming a new ass as his. I then felt him lean down, kissing me between the shoulder blades.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. He was panting heavily now. “That tight hole of yours felt so damn good.”

Those words filled me with as much fulfillment as the wolf had filled me with cum.

“And judging by how wet it is down here,” he said, reaching below me and giving my cock one gentle squeeze, “I think I felt pretty good to you too.”

“Holy shit,” I thought, his hand still wrapped around my muzzle. “I did cum, didn’t I?” But before I could finish my thought, the wolf started to pull himself out. I winced, my body way more sensitive than it was before, and I silently thanked him for continuing to keep my mouth shut, because I undoubtedly would have made another involuntary noise.

When his final inch slipped free he took a step back, finally letting my muzzle be free from his grasp. He placed both paws on my ass and spread my hole with his thumbs, inspecting his work.

He whistled, “Now that's something to be proud of.” He then stepped back even more, satisfied with the work he put in, and started to put back on his clothes.

I started to stand up, my legs very shaky from supporting myself over the desk and my backside taking such beating. I gently pulled my pants back over my hips, careful not to irritate my now sensitive front package. I needed a few moments to compose myself, before fastening my zipper. I winced looking at the mess I had left on the desk. I came a lot.

“We can get you a new shirt in the shop,” the wolf said, reminding me of the now very ripped shirt that pathetically clung to my body.

All I could do was laugh a bit, “Shouldn’t we get out of here? Like, what if they catch us, or ask why my shirt is ripped like this?”

“My friend’s family owns the shop,” The wolf turned back to me with a wide toothy grin. “You know, the gator that was with me in the bar.” I thought back to the group that accompanied the canine when he first entered my sights. There was a gator there. And, that would make sense why Robbie would say something about the wolf being a semi-common sight at the club.

“So do you bring all of your boys back here then?” I said, feeling slightly less special about our encounter.

The wolf had finished putting back on his pants and was now working on his jacket, there were still slight dents where my antlers had been. He didn’t answer me. Instead he finished zipping up his jacket and stepping close to me again. He lifted my muzzle and pressed his against it.

I wasn’t expecting a kiss, but it felt great, at that moment. His hard, wet canine nose felt so foreign against mine, and I could feel his sharp teeth slightly peaking through his lips. His intimacy felt sacred and earned after what we’d done. This was my trophy for not backing down.

“No, this was a first,” he said when he pulled his lips back. “Now, what's your name, little deer?”

“Silas,” I said, almost hesitant to say it for fear that he would stop calling me little deer. “Yours?”

“Owen, but my friends call me Teeth,” the word itself being a good demonstration for why he would be called that, showing off his primal weapons, daggers I had been lucky to mostly avoid.

“What a stupid nickname,” I thought.

Owen then guided me out of the back office room into a storage area. He held my hand all the way back to the front shop, and to the section where they were selling basic t-shirts. Now back in the public eye, I was painfully aware I smelled of cum, sweat, and wolf.

“I’ll pay, since it’s my fault.” Even though he felt gentler now, after I had him deep inside me, he still felt so big and imposing by my side. In one motion he could have my head, and I think that's what pulled me into him. He was dangerous, and that was good.

I reached for a few shirts before deciding on a plain white one, the same size as the one I had been wearing before.