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You Love Me, Right?

He had a crush, you know. Like, yeah, duh; what boy doesn't have a crush? It wasn't too shocking, was it? He remembered when he first laid eyes on her; it was his first day in college. He had heard many, many things about the students of Golden Bell University, like how they could be mean and cruel. Naturally for a Freshman, it sent fear down his spine. He was transferring to a new college in a new city with many new people, none of which he knew. What boy his age wouldn't be afraid?

His name was Ewan Lace, and not too long ago he moved into Document City when his father got a new position at his company. It wasn't too bad; they had a nicer home in a lofty city, but it was a far cry from the quiet, peaceful mountains he was used to. One of the larger changes he needed to get used to was the variety of people. Where he came from, there was such a small population of beastkin that he had gone years without seeing one. So imagine his shock when he came to this metropolis, seeing that the community was far more balanced in a one to one ratio, if not slightly skewed to having more humans.

And he only says that due to the amount of hybrids walking around.

What's a hybrid, you say? Why, it is any combination of human and beastkin. Sure, beastkin/beastkin hybrids are far more numerous, but human hybrids are often seen as unique for some bizarre reason. At first he didn't get it; they were just like regular humans, except they may have the ears or the tail of a cat. But then that Autumn day, his eyes befell the girl who would often assault his dreams.

Even now, thoughts of her make his heart tremble.

Ewan wasn’t a beastkin; he was a human. Somewhat short (hey, he was still growing!), blue eyes, and orange-brown short curly hair fell back along his head. He was always known for his silent, out of the way nature, yet was also always dressed like some sort of business man. Gray slacks, gray sweater vest over a white shirt and red tie, with black dress shoes. Yeah, dress shoes, despite the fact that his feet were uncomfortable in them. His mom had said something about it being 'uncouth' to walk around with open-toed sandals, despite seeing many deer and fellow alike do so freely. Guess it was okay when beastkin did it.

Huh...

Ewan had long since learned that his fellow students at Golden Bell University weren't as formal as he was. In fact, a lot of people in Document City were far more free and liberating. It was culture shock to him at first, just like seeing such a dense population of humans and beastkin in such close proximity to one another, but he had gotten used to it.

What he hadn't gotten used to yet were all the jocks.

“Hey! Yo! Run in deep!”

Slowly Ewan pulled his head back from his locker after having stuffed his books away. It was the middle of the day - just after lunch break, he’d say - which explained why the halls were so densely packed at the moment. Oftentimes, things get messy and thick, bodies bumping against one another while words were practically roared. Ewan – just as often – tried to get out of things before they got hairy. But this time? Well...

Fwooooosh!

The ginger pulled his head back, just in time to see a football flying straight towards him. Blue eyes growing wide, he watched as the football zoomed through the air with the speed and ferocity of a missile. And all he could do was gasp, wince, and pull back before…

Pat!

The pain hit him. The pain that... never actually came, that is. Ewan expected a head-throbbing injury. Instead, all he felt was nothing, and all he heard were several gasps. Shortly after however, he heard a voice.

“The hell do you guys think you're doing?”

A voice that made his heart melt.

Slowly blue eyes opened, staring into the direction of the football. There was a hand holding it, a hand that caught the football mere inches away from striking his head. Such skill and precision, such finesse and – most importantly – power. It could only belong to one person.

A wolf. A tall wolf. A tall black wolf.

She was a young vixen; only a few years older than he was in fact. But if you thought she would be just some lithe, skinny thing, then you'd be sorely mistaken. She couldn't have been any older than twenty-one or twenty-two years of age, but her tall and slender build could confuse you for someone significantly older.

This young wolf had quite the blatant musculature to her. She wasn't some big or beefy body builder mind you, but instead athletically inclined like a professional gymnast or martial artist. Her arms appeared to be powerful to the touch, akin to hardened stones and appeared just as capable of crushing them. Due to her light clothing of a green vest, a white undershirt, and tight jeans that hugged her legs, her abs were also on display. Six pack abs, on a woman no less? Oh man.

Her hair was long and black to boot, and she had equally as cool red eyes to match it. Currently however, most of said black hair was tied up into a bun on the back, with the rest of it falling over the right side of her face in such a cool, spiky hairstyle. Oh yes, she exuded this cool, magnetizing persona. Whenever you'd enter a room, she'd be the first person your eyes were attracted to.

But perhaps that's not what you'd notice first about this young wolf. Perhaps you wouldn't notice her physique, or her dominating allure. No, perhaps you'd first notice the fact that she isn't 100% wolf.

As one would suspect, the term ‘hybrid’ is used to describe a person who has attributes belonging to two - or sometimes even three or more - different species. Usually when you think of a hybrid, the idea of a human-beastkin hybrid comes to mind, or a ‘kemonomimi’. You know: human body, though cat ears and a cat tail, or reptilian tail and reptilian eyes; that sort of thing. But the young wolf before him was a beastkin hybrid, being half wolf, half goat. But whereas goat horns usually come from the top of the head and streak back, her polished white horns came from the sides of her head and pointed up.

Her name was Tina Juniper, and Ewan loved her more than anything else.

“Hey, dipshit! Watch where you're tossing this damn thing,” shouted the horned-wolf as she casually flung it back at the varsity jacket-wearing horse, “You could've taken this kid's eye out with that shit!”

“Oh... s-sorry, Tina,” he replied as he caught the football, suddenly sweating bullets as he shook his head and walked backwards, “P-promise! It won't happen again!”

It's strange how this wolf – who was easily a foot shorter than the horse she was yelling at – commanded so much power. It was like the hall grew silent when Tina spoke up, and even more so when she crossed her arms. Her presence held respect that some professors struggle to gain, and it showed with how she had those jocks pulling back.

As for Ewan, well, he was blushing. Tina' s presence and voice brought him so much joy, causing a blush to form on his cheeks. But being the ever shrinking violet, the young man looked away, instead stuffing his head into his closet. Despite his attempts to speak up, he – rather obviously – had yet to speak to Tina about his feelings. The idea of being turned away in and of itself was embarrassing. Could he handle rejection? Especially from a girl like her?

He was a short, quiet young man, she was a tall and strong wolfess with horns. Perhaps it was best if he just stayed aside and--

“Hey kid. Everything okay?”

The voice caused Ewan to tense up, a hand falling on his shoulder. Turning slowly, he faced the person who spoke to him, his eyes falling upon the cool red eyes of his crush. Tina was standing besides him, looking into his face, checking and making sure everything was okay. Her eyes were sharp like knives, but a bit of concern existed within them.

Concern. Concern for him.

Wait! Wait! He couldn't ruin this, he needed to say something! Anything!

“Uuuh... duhhh... guh... uuhh... saltlick!”

“... wha?”

His blue eyes grew wide, his mind mentally slapping himself for the words he chose. Saltlick? Why'd he even say that first of all things!? This was the first time he had even the chance to speak to Tina, and he ruins it by saying something as nonsensical as 'saltlick'?

Naturally, he gave a soft whine, worried that she'd start laughing or making fun of him. The last thing he wanted to do was bring upon him any amount of bullying, doubly so since he was still getting used to life in Document City. The only thing worse was the seconds of nothing that transpired between them; it all felt like an eternity!

But then he did hear something; giggles. Looking back at Tina, he noticed she was giggling. Was she making fun of him? No, that's not it; she was laughing more at the situation as opposed to laughing at him in particular.

“Heh heh... you're a funny one, kid,” Tina said before slapping his shoulder like some sort of older sister, “Why don't you run off already. I'll be seein' ya...”

With a slight toss of her hand, Tina began walking off , heading through the droves of people as the halls returned to normal. In doing so, she left Ewan behind, his cheeks still blushing though his hand now clung to his chest. More specifically, it laid where his heart was, feeling it beat through his ribs.

“Haaaa... Tiiiiiinnaaaaaaaaa...”

…

Tick... tick... tick... tick... tick...

Oh how he hated the sound of his clock. Always clicking in his bedroom, beating left and right on an endless timer. It's funny how when he's trying to sleep, it comes off as so low as to not even be there, but when he's wide awake and doing classwork, it becomes the most obnoxious noise in the world.

Hey, despite Ewan's business-minded clothes, he's still very much a young man. He hates classwork as much as the next person, but he does it to the best of his abilities regardless. The only thing he hates more than classwork would be disappointing his parents, who expect nothing but the best of him. So it's the best he gives, even if he'd much rather be doing anything else at the moment.

Back home in the mountains, he'd rush through his schoolwork just to run off and play with his friends. But here in Document City where he hadn't made anyone he considered a friend yet, he found his time doing classwork as being extra draining. He just sits here, ticking his pen against his lip, thinking long and hard about the equations or whatever have you that the professors decided to give him today.

His parents were not yet home. Being hard workers themselves, they sometimes wouldn't arrive home until around six or seven o'clock. And while he had many game consoles, his computer, and various other things he could be doing within the safety of his own home, he just didn't feel like doing any of it.

What's the point if he has no one to play with?

But there was more to young Ewan's mind than just the rambling of boredom, something he never even considered. In his youth, he'd rush through schoolwork with a free mind, more than ready to join his friends in whatever games they were playing at the time. But now, he found his mind often being obstructed by another.

Wayward thoughts would drift in and out of his head, images of a certain horned wolfess. Eyes closing shut, the young man started thinking about his crush, Tina. She was such a tall, powerful girl. The eye of envy for many: boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. And Ewan, well, isn't it obvious what he wants?

His mind started to drift elsewhere, started to drift somewhere... lower. Call him strange, or a pervert, or whatever mind you, but Tina's physical body had been the source of quite a few dreams he's had of the wolfess. Imagining her cradling him within her strong arms, protecting him from the strangeness that is Document City. She's protected him before after all, and in fact, that's why he fell in love with her in the first place.

It was on his first day of college. He must have taken the wrong route out of classes, and wandered into a more dangerous part of town. Some guys - they must’ve been older than him by a decade or so - started picking on him; calling him strange due to his clothes and how silent he was. But it was his luck, for coming down the street was a certain wolf with horns. Tina beat those guys back like they were nothing, even forcing them to apologize to him for the trouble they caused. Seeing her kick the asses of some older guys, all of which were taller than her, made Ewan's heart melt. From that moment on, while everyone may be frightened of her, he saw her as a valiant protector.

“Haaaa... Tina...” Ewan muttered to himself in a star-struck manner, his eyes gazing up towards the ceiling overhead.

Eeaaaaaaaarrr!

“Hey! Ewan! Are you home?”

The sound of a voice calling out snapped him from his thoughts, and made him stand up and turn around. He recognized that voice.

“Dad! Is that you?” he called as he exited from his bedroom.

Many would probably be surprised to know that the business-dressed young man who was a Freshman in college lived in such a shiny high-rise. Or, maybe you wouldn't be surprised, considering his clothing. Regardless, the Lace family lived in a rather opulent apartment, all things considered. For Ewan, it found a way of being both smaller than their old home, yet at the same time far, far larger. They'd been living here for only a few months now, but he feels as if he's discovering a new room in it almost every day.

Of course, he keeps forgetting rooms, so maybe he's just discovering the same rooms twice. Hmm...

Anyway, exiting his bedroom, he made way over to their apartment's living room where his eyes fell upon his father, Benjamin. Unlike his short son, Benjamin was a tall man with chestnut hair. However, he – like Ewan – was dressed like your stereotypical businessman, gray sweater vest in all. Arms rested behind his back, he was giving a much needed stretch as he stood within the center of his home, groaning as he felt bones pop in his back.

“Aaaah... that's the ticket,” Benjamin muttered, before dropping his satchel down upon their couch, “Fuuuu... I'm so happy to be home. Haaa... work was so draining today.”

Benjamin Lace was a hardworking man, one who always had his family first. From afar, many would tell you how handsome and kind he is. But if you were either Ewan or his wife, they'd just complain about his seemingly endlessly large stomach. Speaking of which...

“Hey! Is your mom home? I could really use a bite to eat!” he said with a smile, with said smile fading when his son shook his head.

“No, Mom's not home yet,” Ewan replied, immediately putting an end to Ben's hopes.

“Haaa... darnit...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Oh well. I'm sure Nadine won't mind if I get us something to eat, yeah?”

“Daaaaaddd...” Petter muttered, shooting his father a glare that caused him to shoot back a cheeky grin.

“Kidding! Kidding!” he exclaimed, “You and I both know how angry your mother'll get if I ruin your appetite for dinner! Which does remind me...” he snapped his fingers in his son's direction, “Classwork?”

“I've already done it,” he answered, causing Ben to grin.

“Good man! Good man!” he said as he swiped his arm through the air, “Which means I get to take a shower and relax for the next several hours.”

“Ah... Dad, w-wait,” Petter called as his father removed his sweater vest, an eyebrow raised.

“Hm? What's wrong, Ewan? Something got ya bothered?” his father asked, causing his son to shrug his shoulders.

Honestly, Ewan didn't know how to explain it. Tina had been finding her way into his mind with startling irregularity nowadays, and not just because of classwork. But the one thing that escaped Ewan was actually talking to her. He didn't want to be a cowardly man all his life; he wanted to be strong and courageous. Strong and courageous like she is. But how does one approach a girl?

That's the question he was struggling to ask, and it showed on his face. He was blushing furiously, his blue eyes looking anywhere but at his father. It was so embarrassing, almost to the point that he wanted to run away and leap into his bed. But really, that would only alert his father more to there being a problem. Speaking of which...

“Ewan? Are you okay?” Benjamin asked, concerned for his son.

“Y-yeah? N-no...” he answered before swallowing his spit and sucking in air through his nose, “Haaa... haaaa... okay... um... D-Dad...” he looked up to his father, staring him in the eye, “How do you talk to a girl?”

And immediately, there were sparkles in Ben's eyes. Finally! Yes! After all these years, Ewan showed interest in girls! Do you know how long he's been waiting for this conversation? Since Junior High, at the very least! And with the move, he thought he'd have to wait even longer before Ewan cared about getting into a relationship!

On Ewan's end, well, he had to look at his father's wide-smiling face for a bit too long. It took a couple of moments for him to regain his composure, replacing his wide open grin with something more restrained.

“Haaa... okay, yeah, yeah,” said Benjamin as he reached his arm around his son's shoulder, pulling him in, “Okay then, boyo! Tell your dad what's on your mind? Need help talking to girls, right?”

“Well... sorta...” Ewan replied, “Like... it was easy to talk to girls back home but... here...” he shook his head, “The girl I want to talk to. She... she's unlike any of the girls back home. She's... ooooh! I just don't want to make a fool of myself!” groaning, he looked down and away from his father, “H... how did you talk to Mom, Dad? When you wanted to tell her how you felt?”

“Hmm... let's see here,” his father replied in a thoughtful manner, “Umm... hmm... oh yeah, I remember...” he chuckled as his gaze returned to his son, “Your mother and you are a lot alike, Ewan. You're both very quiet and shy. I didn't want to scare Nadine when I came to her, so I wrote her a love letter. Heh heh... yeah... we were in high school too, so things like love letters were still in vogue, I guess you can say. I left it in her locker, she read it, and by the end of that month, we were dating. Heh heh! And now look at us! Twenty four years later, and we have you with us!”

“Hmmm.. a love letter...” Ewan muttered, thinking about such a thing, “Y-yeah, that would be perfect! I can even leave my name off of it, so if she turns me down, she won't know who it came from!”

“Leave your name off of it?” his father repeated before shaking his head, “No, no, Ewan! You can't do that! Listen, girls like it when guys are courageous, yeah? Courageous and brave! You want people to think you're reliable, and one way of doing that is by showing the initiative! So if you leave your name off of the letter, you'll make yourself seem cowardly. You don't want to do that, do you?”

“Well... n-no, but...”

“No 'buts'! Ewan! Listen, you gotta be strong, yeah? Strong like how I am for your mother and you. Besides...” he chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders, “You're in college, yeah? Now's the perfect time to make some light mistakes. Learn what you like and what you don't like. I don't want you to be sitting around thirty or forty years from now, lamenting the fact that you didn't do anything adventurous in your youth.”

Ewan thought about that last bit; about him sitting around decades from now unhappy about the things he didn't do in his youth. And while decades were so very far off, Ewan still didn't want to waste the one chance he could possibly have at telling Tina how he felt. Like, he didn’t know anything about her or the major she studied. What if she transferred colleges, or even graduated soon? If that happened, well, he’ll never have the chance to tell her his true feelings!

“Y... you're right, Dad,” Ewan said as he looked up at his father with his eyes wide, “I'm gonna go and write that love letter right now!”

“That's the ticket Ewan!” Benjamin said, his arm swiping through the air in a victorious manner, “You can't let fear stop you from doing the things you want to do, boyo! I can see it in your eyes; you really wanna do this! Now go and write one hell of a love letter, while I go and take a shower...” he then slumped over, groaning a bit, “Uggh... my back's killing me.”

Parting ways from his father, Ewan rushed back to his bedroom with a certain spring in his step. When he returned to his desk, he pulled out a pen and a piece of white stationery. He needed to write this well and wonderfully, just to put his thoughts forward. The last thing he wanted to do was come off as a fool the way he had earlier that day! No, Ewan had time on his hands, so he was going to use every bit of that time to write the most heart-throbbing love letter he possibly could!

So finally bringing his pen down to his paper, he started it simply enough with,

Dearest Tina...

…

He couldn't do it. No matter how much he tried to build up enough courage, Ewan just couldn't do it. He just couldn't put his name on the letter, and oh did he try. He tried so damn hard, but his heart pounded against his chest far too wickedly last night; almost to the point that he feared he'd puke, honestly. So even though he had placed it in a nice, pink envelope and folded it up as well as he could, Ewan just couldn't put his name on it.

He felt like a coward... but he wasn't too ashamed of himself to not put his name on it!

So the letter was left anonymous, giving Tina a secret admirer. And honestly, she probably had a dozen of those. Ewan would most likely just be another secret adorer of hers, and nothing more. It hurt him to admit this to himself, but he just couldn't risk the embarrassment of letting her know his true feelings for her.

And boy, were his true feelings so lovely.

“Okay... I just gotta put it in her locker,” Ewan muttered to himself in a thoughtful manner as he scanned the green lockers of their campus, one by one.

It was a dead period between classes, giving everyone about an hour of time to eat, commune and relax before classes started again. So with that time, Ewan had scoped out Tina's locker. He ran into her in the hall, and then secretly followed her and her posse to where her locker was. And when he saw her putting her books in and out, he dedicated her locker to memory.

That... comes off a little bit more creepy than it's supposed to, isn't it?

Regardless, Ewan was now here, face to face with Tina' locker, Number 323. Swallowing his spit, the young man reached his hand into his satchel, producing the pink envelope that held Tina's love letter within it. But before he could slip it through the locker's gratings, he got a bout of cold feet.

“Oooh... what am I doing?” Ewan muttered aloud in the now empty hallway, “If I do this... she'll just think I'm a creep anyway. Ah... I should... I should just let this go now...”

He closed his eyes and took a step back, but as he did so, he remembered his father's words.

You can't let fear stop you from doing the things you want to do, boyo!

Yes, yes, his father was right! He couldn't let fear stop him from doing what he wanted to do. And while he may be leaving his name off of the letter, it would be even worse if he didn't give her the letter at all. So – after a few more seconds of mental preparation – Ewan faced the locker yet again. It was as if the entire world around him no longer mattered; it was just him and the locker. So reaching up with that pink envelope in hand, he was just about to slide it the locker's grating... when another hand fell upon his wrist.

This hand lacked flesh, instead being the hand of a wolfess. The powerful hand of a wolfess. Ewan tried to move, but this hand kept him rooted in place. Immediately he began to babble nonsensically, fear running through him as his blue eyes grew wide. Who was stopping him from giving Tina this letter!? He should have just turned to find out, but he was far too afraid to do so.

But eventually...

“Is that a love letter, kid?”

It was thee voice. The voice he loved. The voice that made his heart throb. It was...

“T-T-Tina?”

She stood behind him in a white button up shirt, one whose top few buttons were undone, flaunting her well-endowed chest. Further below on her legs, she wore a plaid skirt, one that was red and black in color. Furthermore, her green and brown varsity jacket was tied around her waist in such a casual and cool manner.

Tina always dressed in complete indifference to the college’s dress code. Her chest was out, her jacket was tied around her waist so haphazardly, her hair was in the same style as it was yesterday, and she was even wearing a black choker with a white ring hanging off of it. Honestly... it was so cool.

But that adoration of how cool she was quickly transformed into complete fear. She had her hand on his hand, holding up his love letter. The love letter meant for her. She was holding it and him; she had caught him red-handed!

Those cool red eyes of hers were locked on him, a seizing glare trapped upon his face. Naturally, Ewan began babbling fearfully, much like he had done the previous day, but Tina remained casual and cool. Shifting her gaze towards the letter he held in his hand, she reached over with her other hand and took it from him, hearing a light protest and whine escape his lips.

“No don't.. I...”

But Tina ignored him, instead releasing him so that she could put both hands on his envelope. Now freed, one would think he could quickly run away before she read his letter! Unfortunately, any attempt he made to move was immediately stopped by Tina, who body-blocked him with her superior height and build.

Much to Ewan's horror, he watched as the horned-wolf ripped into his envelope, before pulling it open to read the note within. Her cool red eyes ran along every letter of the message too, left to right, up to down, all as he stood there, gawking at her. And when she was finished...

“Hmm... you didn't write your name on it, kid,” Tina said.

He looked up towards her in a bashful, demure manner, not really sure what he could say at the moment. More nonsense was flowing from his mouth, forcing Tina to ask him outright,

“What is your name, kid?”

“Uh! It's P-Ewan,” he answered, before looking down towards the space between them, “Ewan Lace...”

“Ah... Ewan Lace...” Tina repeated, a smirk appearing on her face, “Hmm... I see...” she then began to wave his message around, “Love letters this old fashion are rare in this day and age. I've had a lot of guys ask me out, but never once have any of them given me a letter. Heh heh, I'm more used to dick pics, truth be told.”

“I, I wouldn't... I couldn't...” Ewan replied to her statement.

“Heh heh... well then, Ewan...” Riiiip! Riiiip! “Thank you for the letter, it was nice.”

Did she just... tear his love letter? Looking up, Ewan watched as, yes, little fragments of his letter were falling down to the space between them. His eyes were wide in shock at the sight, the boy in utter disbelief of what he was seeing. He had spent all night perfecting the letter, trying to create something truly perfect, something she'd remember for the rest of her days. He wanted this letter to encapsulate all the feelings he had for her.

And yet she just tore it up... as if it were nothing. As if he were nothing.

“Why did you...?” Ewan whimpered, ears falling down as he came close to crying on the spot, “My letter... you didn't...?”

Clang!

Much to Ewan's surprise, Tina's hand slammed on the locker behind him, pinning him between it and her body. Her form loomed over his smaller one, a pit of darkness falling over his frame as he looked her up in her eyes. He was breathing hard now, whilst staring up towards her red eyes as they leered down upon him so... so... domineeringly.

“You like me, don't you?” Tina asked, her voice like that of a knife twisting in his gut.

“Yes... I... b-but...” Ewan replied, causing the horned-wolf to giggle.

Tina continued to look him up and down, picking apart the stammering young man with her eyes. He looked to be on the verge of tears, though she couldn't tell if he was crying out of fear for what she'd do to him, or fear of rejection. That combination was so... nice.

Ewan... he was still growing. He had silky, curly hair. Delicate fur. Such clear, wide eyes. And such a dainty, small body.

Tina licked her lips.

“If you like me so much... then that means I get to do whatever it is I want to do to you, right?” Tina asked, causing Ewan to whimper as he looked away, “That's what people who like each other do... right?”

“I don't... I...?” he muttered in reply.

Clang!

Once again Tina slammed her hand upon the locker door, sending a shiver through Ewan's form. He quickly looked left and then right, hoping with all his might that he could find some way of escaping this situation. He feared at first Tina denying his love letter, or even laughing it off. But this? This was somehow much worse.

His stomach was flipping and flopping, and to make matters worse, they were all alone in this hall. Everyone was at the cafeteria or elsewhere. He was trapped with his crush, so... why didn't this feel good?

“Come here, kid...” Tina said as she reached her hand down, gripping Ewan by the ear.

He whined from the feeling, but the horned-wolf did not let up. Instead she tugged him out into the middle of the hall before finally releasing him. Despite now being released, Ewan found his eyes looking up towards Tina' face.

Her lips were in this smile... this smile that was hard to put his finger on. So dangerous, so... dominating. Her eyes were much the same; slant downwards in a glare that felt so... possessive. It was the kind of smile one would give a man they were trying to seduce, while the eyes were the type of eyes that made it clear that escape was not an option.

So – submissively – Ewan let his head fall down. He nodded as Tina gestured towards him in a 'follow me' motion. And once she started walking off, he followed.

“Good boy...”

…

“Now then... take off your pants...”

“Wh... what...?”

Honestly, Ewan didn't even know this place existed. They were in the gym's storage closet, a place where they put all of the tools and items they weren't using. Basketballs, soccer balls, footballs, dividers, balancing boards; you name it, it was most likely here. Obviously, this wasn't a place students should be at, And honestly, it seemed as if it had been a while since anyone had been here. While the various balls still looked worn as if they were used recently, some other things – such as the balancing beams – were covered in dust and cobwebs.

Ewan found himself leaning up against one such balancing beam, his blue eyes looking a few feet away towards Tina. She sat casually upon a pile of floor mats, one that had been stacked up enough so that she could sit comfortably upon it. One leg sat crossed over the other, both of her elbows resting on said leg as her hands kept her head propped up. All the while, her cool red eyes retained that possessive, domineering glare, and her lips were still curled in that cocky smirk.

“You heard me,” Tina said, her ears twitching and tail tapping against the floor mats she sat on, “Take off your pants.”

“But why would I- why would you...?”

“You said in that letter that you loved me,” Tina said, causing him to flinch, “And isn't it only normal for someone to do things for the ones they love? Well then... I'm asking you to take off your pants.”

Ewan understood her logic and reasoning, but somehow it was all twisted. While it is true he said he loved her in the letter, he felt as if Tina was taking things too far. For him to pull off his pants in front of someone who wasn't his parents... could he even do something like that? Lips trembling in fear, he wondered if he had the will to do such a thing.

But even here and now, he still loved Tina. He still saw her as that strong protector that defended him from harm. And not wishing to disappoint her, his hand shifted down to the waistband of his pants. Slowly he undid his belt buckle and buttons, releasing the hold his pants had on his body. When he did so, he pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his lower half to her.

Tina giggled.

He was wearing gray boxer briefs. Heh, rather masculine for a boy such as him. But more importantly, she saw the growing foundation of arousal in his shorts. His pants did a good job hiding it, but his underwear, not so much. Ewan was slowly getting hard.

Tina licked her lips.

“Good boy,” she said with a snap of her fingers before pointing towards his crotch, “Now rub one out...”

“WH-WHAT!?”

Ewan hopped in place at how brazen her command had become, his blue eyes as wide as saucers. Tina however, remained ever so coy and in control of the situation, her grinning lips not fading for a moment. If anything, it seemed as if his defiance towards such a thing only heightened her enjoyment of the situation.

“You heard me... rub one out,” she repeated, her sensual giggles filling the air soon after, “Oh, I'm sorry; you're a formal one, aren't you? So I should say... masturbate. Now.”

Ewan's heart was racing at such a command, half wanting to refuse, half wanting to obey. The young man even began panting harder as his blue eyes stared at Tina, gazing upon her visage as it remained so hardened and so dominating. Those glaring eyes, that sensual smile, forming something that was so hard to say 'no' to.

And the horned-wolf was only upping the ante.

Tina unfolded her legs, her plaid skirt falling down to obstruct his view of her pelvis. Except, the horned-wolf suddenly moved her hand down, lifting her skirt just slightly so that he could gaze under it and stare upon her undergarments.

These ruby red panties. They hugged at her pelvis, and shined in the somewhat dim light of the storage room they were in. When he saw those panties gazing back at him, Ewan grew as hard as a statue, and his cock began throbbing. He may have been horrified by the situation, but his penis said otherwise. It was getting harder and longer.

Whether it be from his growing submissiveness or increasing arousal, Ewan slipped his hand down into his underwear while his other hand gripped its waistband. Gripping his cock tightly, he started to stroke it up and down, his knees buckling under the pressure. Nevertheless, the young man remained standing, his tail even beginning to wag as he began to jerk his cock.

“Underwear. Down. I want to see it,” Tina ordered.

This time, Ewan didn't protest. Pulling his underwear down, he allowed Tina to gaze upon his cock. Curiously, his crotch was mostly pale in color, a paleness that turned more and more pink the closer it got to the end of his cock, while his pubic hairs were rather thin and sparse. Already a pearl of glistening precum was forming at the tip, although maybe that's not too much of a surprise, considering the situation he was in.

“You're actually doing it. You look so pathetic...” Tina quipped before licking her lips, “Mmmm...”

Having never seen a lustful woman before, Ewan didn't know the signs. In his eyes, Tina looked incredibly scary. Those sharp eyes, that smirk on her lips, the way she licked them, and the way she gleefully flaunted her red panties in his direction.

And yet... none of that made it harder for him to masturbate.

Ewan kept stroking his dick, keeping a pace not too dissimilar to what he normally had. Running and rubbing his hand up and down his length, a few tears started to form in his eyes, though he kept it up nonetheless. His panting also grew louder, while the weight and heftiness of his cock increased in both size and sensitivity.

“Tsk... don't act so scared,” Tina scolded, causing Ewan to whimper, “I know you've done this before. I can see it in your eyes...” she leaned in, now allowing him to leer at her cleavage, “You've thought about me when beating your meat, haven't you?”

“I... uh! I!” he replied nonsensically, incapable of forming words as she held him dead to rights.

“No point denying it now; admit it, you little fucking idiot,” Tina snapped, which made Ewan flinch, “How does it go in your fantasies? I suck your pathetic little dick? Or you fuck me hard? Hmmm?”

“No! N-not that! I...!”

He looked away, though he didn't stop stroking his dick. A soft, whining moan even flowed through his lips as he tried to think about his nocturnal emissions. In his dreams, Tina would neither suck his dick, nor would he fuck her hard. No, no, he couldn't imagine that.

Noooooo... in Ewan's dreams, he'd fawn over her body. Her powerful, immaculate, flawless, body. He'd rub up against her, snuggle against her breasts, lick upon her abs, be held in those powerful arms, and be squeezed by her clutching thighs. That's what he thought about.

And that's what he had right in front of him.

As he thought about his fantasies, Ewan also gazed upon Tina' body. There it was, right before him, ripe for the viewing. Her breasts, her thighs, her arms. Just seeing them set him ablaze, causing him to stroke his cock harder and harder and harder.

“Haaa! Haaaa!” his high-pitched moans echoed out, “Tiiiinaaaaa! Nnngh! Tiiiinnaaaa! Aahhhaaahaaaa!”

Honestly, he sounded like a girl.

Regardless, Ewan began cumming, shooting thick ropes of spunk all over the floor before him. Some of his cum even shot upon Tina's shoes, causing her to raise an eyebrow. His orgasm was strong but ultimately short, and when it was over the young man collapsed upon the ground, shuddering in place. Drool was starting to run from his lips, his mouth open wide as he panted and gasped. As for Tina? Well...

“You're such an idiot,” she said, with Ewan looking up at her to see those lips now in a nonchalant frown.

Her entire demeanor had shifted. From dominating and in control, to dismissive and coy, almost as if she didn't give a damn anymore. It made Ewan feel even lesser, his ears folding down in submission while his tail came to a complete stop. He even tipped his head down, though his eyes remained on the embolden horned-wolf before him.

“You got cum on my shoes, you dumbass. Now it's gonna smell like this for the rest of the day.”

“I'm sorry...” Ewan apologized, his voice a pathetic whimper as she walked towards him.

“Tell ya what, Ewan...”

Whump!

His eyes grew wide as – much like in the hallway before – Ewan suddenly found himself pinned by Tina's body. She laid a hand on the support beam behind him, keeping him pegged while her body loomed over his. In doing so, he got quite the eyeful of her amazing breasts, jiggling right before him.

He could even see the rough outlines of her red bra.

“Listen here, Ewan,” Tina said, her voice like a cold honey that oozed into his ear. It both made him shiver in fear and delight, “I run a Taekwondo club after class, and you are going to join it.”

“I... I am...?” he muttered in reply, a tad bit confused.

“Of course you are...” she answered, before giving a flaunting bounce of her breasts, “You're going to do as I say, understand?”

“I... I uhh... I under... understand...”

“Good boy, Ewan... good boy...”

And then she pulled away, almost as if nothing had happened. Turning to face the door, Tina exited the storage room without a care in the world. Hell, she could even be heard humming as the door closed shut. Ewan however, remained sitting on the ground, his now flaccid cock still dripping with cum as he looked up towards the dim lights overhead.

Just... what... what just happened?

RIIINNNNGGGG!!!

…

Tina had a Taekwondo club? Yes, and from the sounds of it, no one wanted to join it anymore. Apparently, the horned-wolfess had instated the club shortly after the start of her Junior year. And while initial joiners were plentiful, they quickly dried up mere weeks after. Why, you may ask? Well, they became increasingly aware of the fact that her club wasn't to teach others how to be skilled at Taekwondo, but instead to be her punching bags.

Or... kicking bags. Eh...

They were nothing more but her victims, people whom she practiced her skills on, with none of them learning anything after. Well, other than 'learning' what the meaning of pain is.

When Ewan asked where he needed to go in order to join Tina's Taekwondo club, the people who officiated said clubs only looked at him with eyes wide. This little young man was going to join a club that – in all honesty – only existed to fuel Tina's sadism? Was he insane!? Or just stupid!?

Some people fumbled around with themselves, unsure of whether or not they should tell him the truth. And, really, it's not like Ewan himself wasn't afraid of what would happen. Considering what Tina did to him – or made him do – in the storage closet earlier that day, he was naturally afraid of furthering her grip on him.

But she already had that grip on him. The mere fact that he was asking about the club had proven this.

Eventually, Ewan had been pointed into the direction of the college’s gym, being told that Tina's last class of the day occurred there. And once she was out, she'd take him to where the Taekwondo club was. So with much trepidation, the young man found himself walking towards the gym in the waning hours of the day.

RIIINNNNGGG!!!

When the final bell played out, Ewan watched as various students emerged from the building, heading out towards their buses or other rides home. But among them was the girl whom he still idolized; Tina. As befitting her character, she was yelling at some jocks, causing them to tense up before they walked off. But once they did, her head turned to face him directly.

Despite being a horned-wolf, Tina must have had some amount of falcon within her blood. How else would she have been able to pick him out of the crowd of bodies all around him?

His head held low in a submissive manner, Ewan walked towards Tina who gave him that same grin she gave earlier. Hell, she even licked her lips, as if sizing the young man up for whatever sordid games she had in mind.

And oh yeah, she had them.

“You actually came, you pathetic little fool,” Tina said, her voice holding that powerful – yet sensual – tone of authority to it, “You really are an idiot, you know that?”

“Haaa... T-Tina...” he groaned.

It's strange. The way she talked down and belittled him felt so embarrassing. His stomach was tossing and turning, and his heart began to beat in such an irregular manner. And yet... a certain part of him actually started to like it?

What was going on?

“Lucky you, Ewan. It's just you and me at the club today,” Tina said which made him look up.

“It is... o-oh... r-right,” he stammered, remembering the rumors he heard about the club, “Th-they were all true, h-huh?”

“Yup. Every single last one,” Tina answered, not even bothering to deny the claims, “Now come on. Follow me.”

Nodding his head, Ewan began following Tina, the both of them re-entering the gym. All of the students had already left it, and so too the teachers. That just left them alone in this massive gym, though Tina kept leading him on. Eventually the two came to the girl's locker room in the gym, the sight of it causing Ewan to grow tense.

“T-Tina!” he cried, his blue eyes wide.

“What's wrong? Scared?” Tina asked with a belittling giggle, “It's a little too late for an idiot like you to get a brain. Now come on, Ewan; I'm not stopping.”

“Haaa... but...”

Yet despite his audible protests, he obeyed Tina and followed along behind her. Entering into the girl's locker room, his nose curled at the combined scents of flowering perfumes and musky sweat. A bit different from the combined smells of deodorant and sweat from the boy's locker room, don't you think?

“Now sit here,” Tina commanded as she pointed at the bench in the locker room, “I'll be right back...”

He nodded and obeyed, sitting on the bench while his blue eyes watched Tina walk off with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She was heading towards the back of the girl's locker room, where the showers were, in fact. And along the way, she pulled out the black band that kept her hair tied up in a ponytail, allowing it all to fall. She had such long hair, with it coming down to her back. Huh... he never realized how long her hair was when it wasn't done up in such a fantastic style.

However, Tina soon vanished from sight, and when she did, Ewan's heart began to race again. Fear enveloped him as he realized he was sitting in the girl's locker room, ya'know, a place boys weren't supposed to be, let alone sitting down lackadaisically like this! What if a teacher or a faculty member walked in at the moment? He could be suspended for a few days, or even worse!

The thoughts of what may happen kept Ewan's mind occupied, although...

“Hey, idiot. Eyes up here.”

Tina's return brought him back down to reality.

Ewan looked up, eyes falling on the horned-wolf as she leaned up against a locker. Her clothing had been replaced, instead wearing a fit perfect for a workout session in a gym. A tight, white and pink spandex top that hugged close to her chest, and black spandex shorts that didn't even come down to her knees.

Each garment hugged close to her body, making sure that nothing was left to the imagination. Her breasts were cradled by her shirt, and her legs and butt were squeezed by her shorts. He could see the very definition and curvature of her body as well; from those two bouncing tits, to her toned thighs, and even her pussy.

She wasn't wearing undergarments of any kind.

Ewan shivered as his idol stood before him, wearing close to nothing. Her powerful body was on full display as well; from her arms to her abs to her legs. She wasn't even doing anything to flaunt her body, just leaning against the locker lazily as her eyes looked at him in such a nonchalant manner.

The young man was starting to pant now, feeling a heat rush through him with even a sliver of drool leering from his lip.

“Tsk... panting... you're such a horny fool,” Tina said as she snapped her fingers, shaking him from his thoughts, “Now then... get naked.”

“WHWHWHWHWHAT!?”

“You heard me. And stop talking so damn loud...” she stated, her eyes seizing on him, “Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

Ewan's panting grew louder, his legs buckling as he wilted in a bit. Blue eyes looking away, he truly felt terrified by Tina and her increasing demands. But really thinking about it, wasn't this the next level? He had already masturbated before her; what's getting naked compared to that?

Besides... he just couldn't say 'no'. He wanted to say no. He even felt like he should have said no. But he just couldn't say no.

So...

Slowly he removed his satchel from his shoulders, letting it fall to his side. Next his fingers began tugging at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. With each movement, he saw Tina's smile grow more and more.

The lustful expression of a woman... it still escaped him.

But that didn't stop him from doing as he was told. Removing his shirt, he then fumbled with his pants once again, unbuckling them and pulling them off of his legs, along with his shoes and underwear. Once he was done, he stood naked before his crush, his blue eyes looking away while his cheeks were an intense red with blush.

And Tina licked her lips.

He was such a cute boy. Still young, he had a bit of a dainty figure to him, and lacked most masculine features. But, my, his cock… well... it certainly wasn't shy about the situation.

“Good boy, Ewan. You make me so happy,” Tina said, causing him to look back at her.

“I-I-I do...?” he muttered, to which the horned-wolf nodded.

“Of course you do. And... isn't that the most important part of a relationship? Making sure your partner is happy?”

“I... I think... I think...”

Her words were screwing with him! On one hand, they made sense. His father often spoke of how important a man's duty was in a relationship, and he was a man, right? And he had seen his father work so hard to make his mother so very, very happy. And that's what Ewan wanted too; he wanted to make his lover – in this case Tina – happy. Just like his father did for his mother.

So why did this feel so strange? Like Tina was purposefully mucking with the rules just to embarrass him. And yes, he felt so embarrassed. Stomach tossing and turning, body shifting, teeth grinding into one another, all while this powerful woman used her body and his love to control and dominate him.

Why did it all feel so oddly good?

“Follow me...”

“Y-yes...”

Doing as he was told, Ewan walked behind Tina as she began leading him towards the girls' shower room. His blue eyes remained locked on his body, watching as her ass swayed left and right. Was she further flaunting her body, or was this just how she naturally moved?

Regardless, his cock was getting harder, despite the cold air and the embarrassing circumstances. And really, he felt so incredibly hot despite the cool locker room. It was like he was as hot as a furnace, while everything else was air conditioned.

But soon they had entered the pearly-white walls and floors of the girl's shower room. And once they did...

Whump.

“Ah...”

Ewan found himself pinned between the wall and Tina's body.

His blue eyes were immediately drawn to her face, her tongue licking at her lips in a drawn out movement. But then she pushed out her chest, gleefully flaunting her breasts towards him, and naturally drawing his eyes down. Obviously when given the choice, Ewan gazed at her cleavage, watching as her breasts strained against the stretchy fabric of her top. Without her bra there to support them, her tits began to bounce with every slight hop she performed.

Naturally, Ewan's cock began to stir, growing even harder between them. His panting breaths came out in hot, white puffs, and his arousal built to unfathomable levels. He became laser focused on her tits, wishing desperately to reach out and grab them, but somehow having enough mental fortitude to not do so. Why? Because Tina didn't say he could, did she?

Ewan gave out moans. Cute, high-pitched, girly sounding moans. And right now, drool was hanging from his lips endlessly.

And that's when he said something... off.

“I love you so much...”

“Tsk... how adorable,” Tina countered, “Do you even fucking know what love is?”

WHAM!

“Ah!?”

Suddenly, Ewan was pushed up even harder against the wall, with both of Tina's hands keeping him pegged. He looked up into her eyes, seeing that same lustful gaze and smirking lips. Smirking lips she so hungrily licked; it was like her signature movement now.

“Look at them...”

“Look at—wha!?”

Fwump!

Ewan's nostrils were filled with Tina. Her scent was all encompassing, as she had started smothering his face with her breasts. His nose was wedged between that lovely crevice, smelling all the sweat and musk she had built up through the day.

So this was the scent of a woman. It was intoxicating.

Tina smiled as she kept pressing her tits up with his face, making it hard to breathe. He even tried to open his mouth, but his crush's restrictive movements made that difficult to do, if not outright impossible. His blue eyes kept darting between her breasts and her face, and each time they did so, she pushed into him harder and harder and harder.

“Mmmfggghh...”

Tina's knee began rubbing against his cock. Heh, the first time anyone's ever touched him in such a sexual manner. Her knee was so smooth yet so hard, brushing against his throbbing length, and causing precum to drizzle from its tip. Feeling that hot dick twitch caused Tina to give a shrill laugh, one that filled the empty showers around them.

“Are you actually getting turned on by this? Are you a fucking idiot or something?” Tina asked, her tone so overbearing and domineering.

And honestly? She was right. Ewan felt his mind ebbing as sensory overload began to overwhelm him. His mind was turning blank, thinking only of pleasure and sex. He wanted Tina to keep rubbing her body against his body, to smother and completely decimate him. He couldn't believe he was thinking these things, but as time went on, he found them more and more agreeable.

“Fuaaaaaaahhh haaaaahhahhaaaa!”

So when Tina pulled back, Ewan was left panting. His eyes were lidded, his mouth was open wide, and his tongue hung out from it like a drunk slut. He kept panting, filling the air with his white-hot breath, while his crush leered down at him in such a dominating fashion.

And watching with such heavy breaths, Tina began moving... down. Eyes widening to an extreme, his crush – the horned-wolfess herself – was getting down on her knees before him and his cock. His breathing grew erratic, for he knew exactly what she was going to do next.

“Haaaa... such a pretty pink color at the tip, dontcha think?”

“Hrrrrrnnnghhh!”

Tina was so restrained as she began to touch his cock, while Ewan was close to losing his mind. She started stroking his dick, up and down, up and down, watching it fill her hands. More pre was forming at the tip, and with every passing second, the young man felt like he was about to explode! Obviously, no one had ever touched him in such a way! He was a virgin to all of this, but it was clear Tina wasn't going to spare him in the least bit.

Hands leaving his cock, the horned-wolf left Ewan babbling nonsensically in a confused manner. He wondered why she had stopped, only to see her mouth open wide to take aim with his dick. He couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even think. All he could do was watch, watch as she started moving in, watch as her open mouth slowly took in his cock.

“Mmmm...”

“HAAAAAAHHHAAHHHAAAAAA!”

His moaning... it sounded so damn cute!

Tina's lips encapsulated Ewan's cock as she pushed herself down upon him. Holding the young man still by his thighs, her warm and wet mouth pushed down on his length, her tongue brushing along the underside of it. She curled her rough tongue along his cock as well, licking it and stroking it, left and right, back and forth. Soft moans and sighs slipped from her mouth as she performed her blowjob, her expression being so trained and skilled. Meanwhile, her left hand slipped under towards Ewan's balls, fondling the sack as her lips pursed and pumped upon it.

“Mmm! Mmmmph! Mmmm!”

Her eyes – those alluring, lustful eyes – leered up and watched his face as she sucked his cock, lips lathering it with so much spit, and even spreading his sticky pre all along it. The bitter and salty taste of his cock filled her mouth, coaxing a moan from her that fueled through Ewan's body.

He couldn't believe it; his cock was in Tina's mouth! She was sucking his cock. Wasn't it dirty? Why would she do such a thing!? Ah! Oh! It felt so good! His mind drifted back to the few porn videos he's seen, and how when the girl does such a thing, the man usually places his hand on her head. A form of control, you see; the man was the dominant lover, the girl, the submissive one.

But not here and not now. Ewan couldn't even entertain the thought of possibly controlling Tina, of imposing his will upon her. Even though it was the horned-wolf who was sucking his cock, it was clear she was in control.

“Mmmph... mmmm... mmmm...”

Tina's head continued to jerk up and down softly, stroking the fullness of Ewan's cock with those skilled lips and even more skilled tongue. How many men has she pleasured with these skills, for this isn't something one is good at without a fair bit of practice. And, oh boy, was Tina' proposed 'practice' on full display right now. Going up, down, up, down, her tongue curling and coiling around his dick, while her lips ran the gamut of his length.

“Aauuughhh...!” Ewan moaned out against the walls of the shower room.

Gently Tina pushed aside hair which ran along her face, tucking it behind her cheek as her triangle shaped ears gave a twitch. A soft giggle hummed through her throat and further reverberated through Ewan's cock, while her tongue stroked beneath the glands of his penis, searching for any and all of his weak spots. Not too hard, seeing as he was a virgin, and didn't know what his own weak spots were.

Tina knew what she was doing to Ewan, knew fully well what she could do to him, and how to do it, at that. She knew that – at any moment – she could make him climax. Make him cum aaaaaallll into her hungry little mouth. So why didn't she do it? She just wanted Ewan to know without a shadow of a doubt that – whenever she wanted to be – she could control every faucet about him.

Case in point...

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Tina's eyes grew hard and sharp, glaring up at the young man as her head started to jackhammer up and down on his cock. There were no more games as all she focused on was Ewan, his cock, and sucking him off to its fullest. Pushing down, pulling up, pushing down, pulling up, over and over and over again like some endless cycle. One hand continued to stroke and jostle his balls, while the other hand pulled up to grip his cock fully. She started to squeeze it, as if directly controlling the flow of his juices from his balls through the tip. But then Tina pulled back, lashing the head of his cock with her tongue as her hand on his length continued stroking it up and down, back and forth.

She wanted it. And try, try, try with all of his might to stop it (even though she was sure he wouldn't), Tina was going to pull the cum straight out of his balls!

“Aaaahh! Naaaaaayyynn! Hyaaaaaaah! Tiiiinnnaaaaa! Aaahhh! Aahhhh! Haaaa! HAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Suddenly Ewan's eyes grew crossed, slobbering tongue hanging from his mouth as he came right into Tina's mouth. The lustful horned-wolf kept her lips locked to his dick too, suckling and guzzling down every pint of juvenile semen he gave her. Her tongue lapped up at the side of his dick, further drawing out his orgasm, and causing his mind to swim with such lust.

“Haaaa...”

POP!

Lips leaving his dick, Tina stood up tall before him. His legs were struggling to keep him standing, but somehow he remained on his hooves. Tina's face however, had shifted into something more annoyed. Her lips were closed, keeping that cum inside, which she eventually swallowed. And when she did...

“Get up here...”

“Ah!?”

Her hand gripped his chest by the fur, forcibly pulling him up so that he was standing tall on his hooves.

“Did I give you permission to cum in my mouth, you fucking idiot?” Tina asked, her expression quite annoyed while her eyes glared down upon him.

Was she kidding!? How was he not supposed to cum in her mouth with the way she was treating him? Clearly it was a trap, a no-win situation she forced him in. And what did Ewan say despite this?

“I'm sorry,” he apologized with a whimper, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

“Tsk... now I have to punish you.”

“P-p-punish? Ah!?”

When Tina released her hold on his body, Ewan's legs gave out. Falling down on his butt, he stared up to his crush as she started to fiddle with the waistband of her spandex shorts. His heart began racing, fingers curling in as those shorts started slipping down her splendorous thighs and legs. He couldn't look anywhere else, and honestly, he didn't want to.

A woman's body. He was gazing upon a woman's body. No, not just any woman's body; Tina's body. Her perfect and powerful body.

White-hot breath started flowing from Ewan's mouth again as the hybrid horned-wolf stood before him with her shorts at her knees. Her cunt was on full display, flaunting her pussy towards him. There was black hair there, not a bush mind you, but it didn't look like Tina was the type of girl to shave her body down there. And honestly, it's not like Ewan knew much to even care about that. In his state of mind, Tina could have been completely covered in hair and fur, and she'd still be incredibly sexy to him.

Tina's scent was even thicker now that her pussy was freed of her pants. Ewan could even see the thick lines of her feminine juices as they hung from her cunt to the stretchy fabric of her shorts. Was she that aroused by the situation? Should he be proud of that or not? It's not like he's been doing anything, you know.

But before his mind could think about such things for too long, Tina turned herself around. Ewan's blue eyes were immediately attracted to her backside, watching as her tail raised up high to give him an unobstructed view of her ass. Such a toned, lovely ass too; bubbly, spherical, and perfectly round. Her anus was nice and tight, while her pussy was hot and wet.

And both were currently moving right towards him.

“Ah!? Ha!? Huh! Mmmfff!”

Ewan grunted as Tina pushed her ass right up against his face, pinning him to the way with her behind. More importantly, his face was smeared right up against her pussy, drowning him in her scent and taste. Breathing was hard but not impossible, though whenever his nose flared he smelled nothing but Tina's musky, sweaty odor.

“What the hell are you doing, Ewan? Start licking,” Tina commanded, as she looked over her shoulder towards him with a grin on her lips, “And make sure you clean me out while you're at it, got it?”

Normally, the idea of licking a woman's vagina would be disgusting to Ewan. And yes, while he has watched porn before, he still didn't get the idea behind it. Wouldn't a female be dirty down there?

On the other hand, the young man was too far gone to give a damn. Laying his hands upon Tina's face just to hold onto something, the lust-drunk boy began to lap his tongue at the horned-wolf's cunt. He brushed it along her labia, being so wild and rampant with his strikes, lacking any sort of refinement. That lack of skill did not go unnoticed by Tina, though it was clear she didn't care at all. No, she enjoyed it, reveled in the feeling of his tongue hungrily delving at her pussy.

Her juices filled his mouth, oozing into him as he drank from her. In his state of lust, Ewan felt his eyes slowly rolling to the back of his skull. Horny, hungry groans filtered through her mouth and traveled through her pussy, causing Tina to laugh so hardily.

She got off on all of this so fucking hard. He'd probably never realize that.

That being said, Tina wasn't the only one getting off to this. One of Ewan's hands moved away from her body, instead reaching down to palm at his cock. It was getting harder again, the situation bringing back his arousal with full force. Looking down, Tina watched as his cock grew harder, the sight triggering such a sadistic giggle from her smirking lips.

“What? You're getting horny from this? Are you a fucking idiot or something?” the horned-wolf asked, her lips curling into a grin, “I can't believe you're happy I'm sitting on your face like this. Fine then! Stick your tongue deeper into there, fuckboy! Get inside!”

Her sharp words stabbed him so good! Yes, he was horny from this. Yes, he was an idiot! Yes, he was happy she was sitting on his face! Yes, he did want to stick his tongue in deeper! Yes, he wanted to be her fuckboy!

With one hand stroking his cock furiously to masturbate, Ewan's other hand gripped harder on her body. When she started pushing back down, he pushed back, mouth opening wide to press and push his tongue in deeper into her cunt. Her toned pussy didn't make this easy – she was a strong girl, you know – but Ewan didn't give up either. He kept pushing in, harder and harder, eventually working his tongue into her cunt, and tasting upon her walls.

Pure euphoria.

“Hrrrrnnngggghhhhh!!!”

Ewan began cumming again, shooting his strings of cum upon his dick and on the floor. Tina looked down to the pitiful sight of his orgasm, a dismissive 'tch', slipping from her mouth. Pulling her hips back, the ferocious horned-wolf allowed Ewan to breathe without her body in the way.

He had that same lust-drunk face from before, sensory overload having run its course over him yet again. All he could do was sit there and pant, unable to move, unable to think. Just breathe.

His mistress would not allow it.

“Huh? Mmmmff...”

What was that? It tasted salty and sweaty, like Tina. Oh, it was her big toe. She had stuck her toe into his mouth, and was now using it to stroke along his tongue and teeth. Still in that state of ecstasy, Ewan licked at her toe like a lollipop, stroking his tongue along it in such slow, drunken movements.

When her toe left his mouth, Ewan was left wanting, and he even gave a needy whine. But Tina wasn't done yet; she started moving towards him, in fact. Reaching down to the edge of her spandex top, the horned-wolfess slowly pulled it up to liberate her breasts. Ewan may have been in a state of stupidity, but not even he'd miss this glorious moment.

Pulling her shirt up and over her head, Tina revealed her toned figure beneath. Her lithe body type didn't make her too big in any one area, with tits that barely sagged without support, if they sagged at all. They were two perfectly spherical breasts with sharp pink nipples that jutted to the air, resting atop a stomach of abs.

And once her tits were free, they started moving in closer and closer.

“Open wide...” Tina could even be heard saying.

Whether or not she did say that or if Ewan imagined it, he opened his mouth to take in her encroaching bosom. Her left tit easily filled into his mouth, the young man giving an immediate moan as he tasted from her flesh. Sloppily, his tongue lapped and slapped against her hard nipple and areola, treating her breasts much like how he treated her cunt. Unskilled, but ever so hungry and eager to please.

Ewan moaned and groaned, the few brain cells he had that worked properly thinking to themselves...

So this is what a woman is like...

Feeling Tina's hand fall on his head, the blue eyes of the young man drunkenly looked back up at her. She still had those possessive, domineering eyes of hers, but her cocky and superior smirk had faded. Instead, she appeared to be more aloof, more solemn, though her hand continued stroking up and down his head.

Ewan didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He just kept licking at her tit, suckling on her body like a calf to its mom. Like a fuckboy to his mistress.

For how long this went on, Ewan didn't know. It did have its desired effect on him, however. With Tina allowing him to suck on her tits like this, the young man's cock would soon regain its vigor, growing hard yet again.

This was all so wrong, Ewan knew it. But whether it be from his own horny desires or fear of displeasing Tina, he just couldn't say 'no'. Did he even want to say 'no'? What was up and what was down? Why did he constantly feel like he was letting Tina down? He wanted to be free of this... and yet he also wanted to delve down even further. But none of this – none of this – was up to Ewan to decide, now was it?

It was up to Tina. And what was Tina's decision?

“I'm going to rape you now...”

“Wh... what?”

Ewan didn't know if he had heard her correctly, or if he had imagined it. Tina just said she was going to rape him? Like... wasn't that a crime? But she said it with such authority, such presence and gumption, such confidence, it was like she was speaking a factual statement.

Yes, she was about to rape him.

“No... w-wait... T-Tina...” Ewan groaned as his cock throbbed with such life despite his words, “Y-you don't mean...?”

“If you love someone...” she responded, ignoring his words as she placed both hands on his shoulders whilst positioning her pussy above his cock, “You'd be happy no matter what they did to you, right?”

It was similar words to what she said to him earlier, and once again, Ewan felt like she was purposefully fucking with his thoughts about how such a relationship should go. While it was true that lovers should love one another no matter what, Tina's description of it felt purposefully skewed and muddled. She was manipulating him, and Ewan knew it. But he was so weak and pathetic, he couldn't do anything to fight back.

All he could do was agree.

“Yes...” he responded, to which Tina licked her lips in such a savory manner.

“You're right...” she whispered in reply, “Which means I get to rape you... and you'd be happy I did it, right?”

Ewan felt light tears welling in his eyes, while Tina's expression shifted. Her eyes grew hard and sharp, her smirk turning devilish. Her cunt was now pressing to the head of his cock, the warmth of it flowing upon him. The young man groaned from the feeling, and he began to fall deeper into the pit that Tina was digging for him. Escape was impossible.

Impossible.

“Yes...”

“Good...”

WHAP!

“HAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

There it was again; sensory overload.

Ewan's cock slipped right into Tina' folds, her body easily taking control of his. The muscular labia of her womanhood stroked every inch of his dick as those velvety walls pulled him in deeper and deeper. It was a hold of submission, one that showed her skill and dominance over him. The young man groaned as his eyes grew wide, hefty moans exploding from his mouth without end in sight.

All the while, Tina licked her lips.

“So pathetic,” she said, “You're being raped by the girl you confessed to. Huh... how does it feel?”

“Uaaah... haabuu... aaahh...”

“Yeah... that's what I thought... heh heh heh!”

Such a deliciously insidious laugh, one that preceded the movement of Tina's hips. They slid up and down, her cunt stroking along Ewan's cock as she overpowered that throbbing member. Grunting, the young man struggled to keep up with the pace his mistress was setting, while the grip she had on his shoulders grew even stronger. Said hands slowly began sliding down however, moving to his stomach as she squatted on his dick.

Up and down, up and down, such dirty, lewd slurping noises echoed from his cunt as she dominated his body. For his first time, Ewan was doing well to last so long... but even then, he could feel his limit approaching. With all the teasing he had suffered through so far, it probably comes as no surprise that he couldn't keep it going for long on his first time.

“Nnnghhaaaa! Tiiinnaaaaa!” he groaned, his blue eyes wobbling, “Haaa! Please slow down! I caan't! I caaaaann't!”

“Why should I listen to anything you have to say!? You're stupid cock is mind now!!! Just sit there and be raped, dumbass!!!”

Her irregular tone caused Ewan's eyes to snap up to Tina' face, where he saw that his dominant and cool mistress was gone. Her delivery of voice helped teach him this, but the face she had on now solidified it. Gone were Tina's sultry eyes and cocky smirk, having been replaced with something decidedly... monstrous.

One eye was wider than the other, though both of them remained on his face. Her mouth was also wider, though still smiling, with drool luridly hanging from her lips. White-hot breaths escaped her mouth as she panted so heavily, all whilst riding his cock harder and harder and harder.

Ewan didn't know what he was looking at any more. His heart had frozen in his chest, his breathing had come to a complete halt.

But he couldn't escape.

“HAAAAAHHHAAA!”

Reaching down, Ewan gripped on Tina's ankles, just to have something to hold onto. She was riding him even harder now, his dick pushing in deeper towards her core with every thrust down she performed. His mind was ebbing and flowing, but he still felt the urgent need to warn her about his impending climax. Even though every bounce of her body made that so difficult to do.

“Haaaaa! Tiiiiinaaaaa!” Ewan groaned, “Wait, please! I'm gonna! Gonna!”

“I won't tolerate any backtalk!” Tina shouted back, her head shaking.

“But I can't hold it in!” the young man cried, his fears rushing through him.

“Didn't you hear what I said!? I won't listen to you! No matter how loud you cry!”

“But I'll cum!”

“I know...” Tina then said, a strange moment of clarity hovering from her lips as her monstrous gaze overwhelmed him, “Isn't it just... horrifying? You might knock me up. It's more thrilling than a fight, and twice as dangerous. No... even more...”

“No... please, Tina,” he groaned.

“No!”

PATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAHHH! Tiiiiinnnaaaaaa!”

“SHUT UP!!!”

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“HAAAAHHH! OOOHHH! HOOOOAHHH! AAHHH!!! HAAAHHH!!! AAHHHHH!”

Ewan's eyes grew wide, and Tina slammed her hips straight down. No longer could he control himself, and at odds with his own whims, he began cumming. Now, one would think that after his previous two orgasms, his latest one would be light.

One would be wrong.

As if the universe was cursing him, Ewan began cumming deep into Tina, shooting thick wads of semen into her cunt. The horned-wolf's expression shifted almost immediately; from monstrous and overpowering, to complete shock and surprise.

“No way! You're actually...!? Nnnnghhh!”

It was so hot, thick and filling. His spunk flowed into her pussy, blast after blast, though it finally began to Ewan out moments after. Left panting on the floor, the young man looked up to the beaming ceiling lights overhead. It didn't take him long to realize what had happened.

But he didn't want to believe it. He hoped against all hope that – somehow – he missed. Yeah right, as if such a thing was possible. And to help cement the fact that he came inside of her, Tina pulled her hips up from his body. Her pussy slipped off of his cock, cum oozing out of her cunt and upon his length in such a sordid sight.

“You actually did it... you actually came inside,” Tina said as she looked down to where they once were connected, “You really are an idiot, aren't you? What will you do if I get pregnant, Ewan?”

And to that, all he could say was,

“I'm sorry! I'm so soooorrryyyy!”

Tina looked down upon Ewan, seeing his crying face. It was so cute, making her lick her lips as her expression shifted yet again. It was like the drop of a hat; Tina could change her outlook on things just like that.

“You know what that means, right, Ewan? From here on out... you're going to be my plaything...”

“Haaa... haaaa... you're... plaything...?”

“You love me... right?”

Ewan didn't even know what love is anymore. There was something about this... something about all of this that was just... wrong. And yet he couldn't admit that to himself. When he looked up into Tina's cool red eyes, he did not see a monster, he still saw his crush. Hell, he couldn't even say if her 'rape' was real or not. He wanted this.

He wanted this.

“Yes...” the young man muttered.

“I want to hear you say it. Say... 'I love you'.”

He paused for a moment, and looked deep into Tina's eyes. His lips rumbled for a few moments, trembled as well. But ultimately, he spoke.

“I love you...”

…

“Hey! Like? Did you hear?”

“Hear what, Stacey?”

“Like, I heard that Tina totally has a new boyfriend.”

“She does? But, like, no one dates Tina! She always turns boys down!”

“I know right! I wonder who it is!”

Rumors in college are a dime a dozen. They sprout up quickly, fester like a blaze, and then vanish like a thief in the night. For Ewan, well, it was the first time a rumor had sprouted up that was about him.

Clang!

Closing his locker, the young man let out a soft sigh. The final bell had already rung out, with him and his fellow students heading home. Having placed in his literature text books and pulled out his mathematical ones, Ewan was more than ready to leave Greenwood high and return home.

As usual, he was dressed immaculately compared to his compatriots. His business-wise clothing always made him stick out like a sore thumb, though his demure and quiet persona made it hard for anyone to remember he was actually there. Using this to his advantage, Ewan pulled away from his locker and started making his way out of the halls.

Normally, he'd head for the buses, using one of them to get home since his parents were usually working at this time of day. But this time, Ewan's footing took him elsewhere, away from the bus loop and instead to the student parking area.

It wasn't too far from general parking or faculty parking; just a parking lot where the few students who owned cars could keep them. Obviously, Ewan lacked his own car to drive, but a certain someone didn't.

“Hey, there you are, Ewan.”

Her voice caused his ears and tail to twitch in unison, before he finally turned to face the person who spoke to him. It was Tina, standing tall with a leather jacket on her shoulders, her long black hair tied up in that cool style that was uniquely her. She was leaning up against a motorcycle of all vehicles. Did she own it? Why, of course she did. A girl as cool as Tina? Huh, she could only drive a motorcycle.

“T-Tina...” Ewan muttered as he approached the dangerous horned-wolf, his blue eyes staring up at her.

“Heh heh... you sound a bit scared there, Ewan,” she said as she stroked at the air in a lewd gesture, “What's wrong? I already told you I was going to drive you home today, remember?”

“I... I thought you had a car, n-not a bike...” Whump! “Ah!?”

Suddenly he found a helmet being placed on his head. Normally, helmets would be quite bothersome to a creature with horns as you'd need specifically made helmets that could let horns pass through them. Fortunately for Ewan, that's exactly what fell on his head; a helmet with holes in it meant for both his ears and his horns. He looked up to the helmet, rubbing his hand along its smooth surface. It was still incredibly new, lacking only a fresh tag attached to it.

“Heh heh heh! There? Scared still?” Tina asked as she hooked at the air with her finger, “Now come here, let me take you home.”

He watched her mount the motorcycle, his heart thumping in fear. He had never rode upon a motorcycle before, and honestly, he thought they were horrifying. They lack protection; any slight mistake could easily end in one's death. Was this helmet supposed to make him feel safer? Honestly, he felt a strange mixture of emotions.

But as he stared up and over towards Tina, her cool red eyes had him trapped. He couldn't say no, even if he wanted to. Was it a lack of a spine? Was he always this cowardly? Or was it just Tina's presence that made escape impossible? He was flipping about in his chest, tossing and turning, unsure of what to say.

But then his father's words once again drifted into his mind.

You can't let fear stop you from doing the things you want to do, boyo!

Yes, fear. Fears were meant to be conquered, yes? He was afraid of the motorcycle, but – more importantly – he was afraid of Tina. She was taller than him, stronger, overbearing, and when her eyes looked into him, he felt his very soul being dominated.

He couldn't say no. He wouldn't say no. He didn't want to say no.

So...

“Tina...” he said as he walked forward, his hand extending out to meet hers, “I... I love you...”

Her expression shifted, eyes gaining a serious, dominating look, and her lips curling into a sensual smirk. When his hand touched hers, she gripped him tightly.

“I love you too, Ewan...”