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Chosen by a Vampire

Want a drink? That was the most asked question at Lucifer's, an event venue which swapped themes every few weeks. Mostly they were dark, Gothic style looks but every now and then there were lighter ones. It was nearing Halloween which meant fake vampire teeth and dark costumes would be the norm. Jake loved his job here, working six days a week from nine to two in the morning serving drinks. The pay was good and the tips made it better. This night seemed like any other, but the 23 year old red fox would soon discover that his life was no longer his.

"On the rocks?" the fox bartender asked. He didn't mind people who were ambiguous with their orders.

"Uh... What does that mean again?" a nervous stallion asked.

"Ice?" Jake asked, a little more irritated than before. The bar was backing up behind the patron.

"Yeah, oh and do you know what alcohol percentage this is?" he asked.

"Don't drive home." Jake said as he scooped some perfectly square ice cubes into the glass and slid it to the stallion. He seemed content with the response and slid forward more than enough cash before walking away with his drink. The loud music sometimes made it hard to hear but Jake's ears was accustomed to it. He and the other bartenders served what felt like hundreds throughout the night.

Aside from serving drinks the fox had two responsibilities, make sure he didn't serve anyone under 21 and keep an eye out for suspicious activity. The most common thing the fox saw was furs slipping drugs into drinks. He had gotten pretty good at catching it and sometimes he tormented those he caught. Whether it was through security or some other means those patrons got what was coming to them.

Around midnight a bull kept bringing a zebra up to the bar for more and more shots. Jake recognized this particular bull as a troublemaker and he was clearly feeding her drinks. He paid for two more shots and they both turned around. Jake made the drinks slowly as he thought about whether to report it. While he was pouring a handsome wolf stepped up to the bar and they exchanged glances. Jake pushed the two shot glasses over and the bull turned, subtly placing something which dissolved quickly in the zebras drink. The bull patted the zebra's ass and pushed his lips to her neck.

Jake wasn't having any of it, as soon as the bull was distracted he swapped their glasses. The fox winked at the bull when he grabbed the drinks, he was met with a huff and disgruntled look from the straight male. As they wandered off Jake turned his attention to the wolf in front of him who had been waiting patiently.

"Smooth." he said in a confident yet relaxed tone.

"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Jake said, smiling at the wolf, showing his teeth. All employees had to wear plastic vampire teeth, either full inserts or canines to match the Halloween theme. The wolf smiled back, showing his own vampire themed fangs. The longer Jake kept eye contact with the wolf the stranger he felt; as if the he was growing more attracted to him by the second. He was already attractive enough, wearing a slim fit collared shirt and jeans. He was a black wolf and he had some red markings on his muzzle and cheeks.

"Can... I get you something?" Jake asked in a nervous fashion.

"Water, clean." the stranger replied in the same tone. The fox looked down to grab a glass, feeling almost relieved when he broke eye contact. He opened a cold bottle of water and poured it into the glass without looking up. The fox got hit on all the time but never got this nervous.

Jake wore a button up shirt with a vest and slacks. The fox was about 5'6" and was usually able to get the most tips each night with his good looks and fashion sense. He looked up to a warm smile, and pushed the glass forward. His paw stayed on the glass long enough for the wolf's paw to brush over it, sending a strange sensation down his spine. The wolf took the drink and left, his tail barely moving behind him as he disappeared into the crowd.

The fox shook his head and grabbed a rag to wipe his face. What the hell was that? He thought as he continued his shift. The wolf never returned and once closing time came around and the room was cleared out he started talking to Byron, one of the other bartenders.

"Hey do you remember seeing a black wolf? About... six feet tall, red markings on his face?"

"Doesn't ring a bell," his coworker said as he wiped down the bar, "why? You finally have a crush on someone?" his friend joked. The fox had a reputation for being overly professional while flirting and even after work, he never went home with anyone and didn't try to hook up at any after parties.

"Would you believe me if I said yes?" Jake asked.

"I don't know, everyone's got a vice but I don't know yours yet. You are the only dry bartender I know after all."

"Yeah whatever, I'll see you tomorrow." Jake waved as he headed out the back alley door. So what if he didn't drink? He could mix like a champ and no one ever complained. He tossed out his fake fangs and began the seven block trek home. He thought about the night's events on the way home; he was especially proud of swapping the bull's drink, wishing he could be there when he passed out from his own drug. After walking two blocks he looked over his shoulder and saw a few furs on the street but one seemed to have been behind him for a while. He turned a corner and kept his pace, when he turned again to get back on the path home he saw someone closer out of the corner of his eye.

Jake took a deep breath and reached in his pocket for his switchblade. He kept it on him after one too many creeps had followed him home. He exhaled as he walked passed some sketchy furs, one of them approached him and he sprung his blade out.

"Whoa! Easy I was just gonna ask if you had any change." the homeless fur had startled him; the fox didn't reply and kept walking. Jake had never used the knife before because it was enough to deter most furs. He turned into an alleyway and stood in a doorway by the street, waiting for his stalker to pass by. The sly fox planned to scare whoever it was into leaving him alone. His keen ears were at attention, catching every breeze and footstep but strangely there were none. There was some rustling but no footsteps.

Jake began feeling uneasy, he waited a little longer before peeking his head out of the alleyway, the homeless furs from before were the only thing he saw. Maybe it was nothing... he thought and turned his head. His eyes met the wolf's from earlier as his head straightened, the canine had managed to get in from of him without him noticing. Jake lost his breath as the sudden presence of the wolf scared him, the handsome stranger placed a paw on the fox's chest and gently pushed him back into the doorway and out of view.

The wolf's gaze was strangely endearing and demanded attention. Jake couldn't look away as he was pressed against the door. The wolf was barely touching him but he couldn't move, he was paralyzed. Breathing was the only thing he could do. The wolf could surely feel his chest rising and falling with each breath.

The wolf's eyes seemed to change color the longer Jake stared into them, they changed from a light blue to a vibrant red. The knife in his paw vanished as the wolf grabbed it to inspect it.

"We both know you would never use this." he said soothingly. The wolf broke the gaze and stepped closer. He inhaled the fox's scent, his muzzle hovered over Jake's shoulder and then moved to his neck.

"Don't fight me." the mysterious and handsome wolf said as he nuzzled into the fox's neck. Jake could feel his senses and motor functions returning the longer the eye contact was broken. The wolf was right in front of him now and pressing against him. Jake was panicking but he remembered what his assailant said and didn't move as he felt a prick on his neck. The fox's ears had lowered flat on his head and he whimpered softly as the pain from the prick faded. He brought his paws to the wolf's sides to push him away but quickly lost the energy. Jake closed his eyes as he grew tired, his knees began feeling weak and then darkness washed over him.

Jake jumped awake, startled from what he thought was a dream. Looking around confirmed he was safe in his own home. The fox got up slowly from his bed, recalling his vivid dream and feeling his neck. After finding nothing Jake shook his head and got up, it was still dark out and he was still dressed for some reason. He checked the clock to find it was only four in the morning. Fuck that dream messed me up he thought as he headed to his kitchen and poured himself a cup of water. The fox turned to head back to sleep and froze mid step. A figure was sitting in his small living room.

The figure didn't move, it sat in a chair facing the opposite direction and had its head down. Jake swallowed loudly as the cup slipped from his paw, bounced along the floor. Its head raised slowly and it stood, turning to face the fox. The wolf stepped out of the shadows and Jake took a step back and gripped his counter top fearfully as he leaned back against it.

The wolf began stepping forward, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor.

Jake kept his eyes closed hoping he was still dreaming. He felt the wolf stop in front of him. Something compelled him to open his eyes and he held his breath as he looked into the wolf's eyes again. For the first time though he didn't feel strange or paralyzed. Jake felt calm, he looked over the wolf's facial features again and was reminded of how attractive he was. His eyes wandered over the wolf's body as the predator looked down at him.

No one ever got this close to the fox but he was comfortable. He was content as he brought his paws to push gently on the wolf's stomach. Jake's eyes returned to the wolf's as he pushed against the canine. The wolf's toned stomach could easily be felt through his collared shirt. Jake gathered the courage to speak as he stared at the stranger.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly.

"Taylor, nice to meet you Jake." he said in that same eerily calm tone.

"Have we met...?" the fox asked awkwardly.

"We met last night." Jake smiled at the reply, he laughed internally at his situation, thinking he might not get a straight explanation. Taylor returned his smile, revealing the same toothy grin from the night before.

"Are those...?"

"Yeah." the wolf interrupted, knowing his captive was talking about his teeth.

"Shit..." Jake said after swallowing, "are you going to..."

"Eat you? No." he said with a comforting smile.

"What do you want then? I don't have money." Jake was feeling a little safer but still confused.

"I like you... and your blood is pure." Taylor cocked his head and took a step back, confident that Jake wouldn't try anything.

"My blood is pure?" Taylor looked up as he thought of how to answer that question. He twirled his paw, a gesture Jake found strange for vampire.

"Pure, you know, a good heart, no drugs, no alcohol, virgin, and all that."

"What makes you think I'm a virgin?" Jake asked defensively.

"Don't be upset, I can smell it on you."

"Sure you can." Jake said in disbelief.

"Same way I can smell your good nature, it's why you haven't pulled that knife on me yet, and it's why you switched that bull's drink at the bar. Jake suddenly remembered he had his knife in his pocket.

"Would pulling a knife on you do any good?" Jake asked, trying to joke with the vampire wolf.

"No, unless you wanted to die anyway." Taylor said after chuckling briefly.

"So now what then? I thought vampires killed people, drank their blood or turned them into vampires?" Jake was still trying to sort everything out. Taylor drug his paws down his face grudgingly as if he had explained it before.

"We're basically regular people. Okay? We just need to feed in order to stay regular."

"What do you mean to stay regular?"

"Have you ever seen a movie where a vampire steps into the sun and catches on fire?" Taylor asked and Jake nodded. "well it's nothing like that, as long we feed regularly we can blend in. If we don't feed regularly we get stronger, but it would be pretty obvious we were vampires. Make sense?"

Jake took a second to piece everything together and look over the wolf again.

"So you want to feed on me regularly to stay normal...?" the fox asked. Taylor's face lit up and he nodded.

"What if... I don't want to be your cattle...?" Jake asked carefully. Taylor sighed and looked away, tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Well... I'll have to kill you," the wolf said with a sad expression, "look I know it's a lot to take in, but I don't want you to feel like your life is over or something... some like to lock furs up and feed on them for years until they die in a cage. You can live your life so long as you don't cross me and you come home every night so I can... eat..."

Jake exhaled heavily as he thought. His expression slowly saddened the more his bad dream became a reality. Taylor noticed and understood that this was often the hardest part. He stepped forward to comfort the fox. He lifted Jake so he was sitting on the counter top, he legs dangling off. Taylor stood between the fox's legs and looked into his eyes. The fox felt a familiar feeling as the wolf slowly stole his ability to move, hypnotizing him like before.

"Easy Jake... it's not all bad... I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too..." Taylor said. The wolf's paw slid up Jake's leg over the slacks he was still wearing. The vampire used his hypnosis to dive into the fox's subconscious and trigger some of his primal urges. Taylor held his paw over the fox's crotch and a grin slowly stretched across his muzzle. Jake's member grew quickly under the fabric, it was off to the right and expanded down his thigh. It grew into the wolf's paw and he squeezed around the fox's trapped cock.

Jake let out soft and quick gasps. Taylor worked his paw along the fox's shaft, its warmth radiating through the thin fabric. Jake could only feel two things, the wolf's eyes holding him and a hundred different sensations around his cock. His knot grew quickly and Taylor grabbed it, squeezing it as it twitched. The wolf was an expert at milking his prey and Jake didn't last any longer. With a series of short moans the fox endured the most powerful orgasm of his life. His cock pulsed heavily and his inner thigh and leg were coated with seed. He kept cumming, it began dripping down his leg and onto the floor as the fox sat on the counter top panting heavily, the wolf's paw still holding his length.

Taylor released the fox from his hypnosis and gently rubbed his chest. Jake's mind was swimming, he couldn't believe what just happened. The vampire had made him cum like a horse just by looking into his eyes. The spent fox didn't say anything, he looked up at Taylor with acceptance and slowly turned his head to reveal his neck.

The vampire grinned, nuzzling gently into the fox's exposed neck before biting him. The familiar prick returned and Jake's heart jumped, he relaxed quickly as his new master fed on him. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted into unconsciousness, accepting his fate.