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1.

Ian

I was one angry fucking wolf. Having just got off the phone with my gir- ex-girlfriend, otherwise known as the cheating whore, to find she's already moved out and I'm going to have to cover her half of the rent tends to bring out the beast in me. And to top it off, Jerry was a no-show so I was covering the afternoon shift at the Verdant Fields all by myself. My one consolation was that the place was dead. This was the big Migration Day weekend so most of the city was either away on holiday or at home staring out their windows wishing the rain would let up so they could get out the barbecues.

I glanced at my phone, thinking about how good it would feel to delete the cheating whore's contact info. But I was going to hold off on that. When I got home, if any of my shit was missing, I might want to give her a heads up that I'd be coming after her. For old times sake.

The front door chimed, interrupting my sweet revenge fantasies. "About fucking time, Jer I've been here all-" Shit.

It wasn't Jerry. Just some asshole red fox, looking half drowned from the rain. And tracking in mud. His shoulders were hunched forward and his wet hoodie hide all but the tip of his muzzle. Judging by the retro sneakers, camo pants and poor posture I guessed he was one of those college hipsters that came in every now and then for the free wifi.

He tossed back his hood and wrung out his formerly fluffed tail, dripping more water on the floor.

"Give me a Berry Burger and a coke." His voice was obnoxious and grating, the kind of voice you use to complain to a manager. He was oblivious to the way I stared down at him and his trail of mud that I was going to have to mop -thank you very much, Jerry.

"It's gonna be awhile. No one else showed up."

He shrugged and dug out his wallet. "So?" He took out a debit card and glanced impatiently from me to the scanner and back.

I rolled my eyes and rung him up. "Give me a name. I'll call you when the burger's done," I said as I slid a medium cup to him.

"Kyle," he mumbled as walked off to the soda machine.

I threw a frozen patty onto the grill rather than a defrosted one. Kyle could wait.

"Hey," the red fox shouted. "You're out of coke."

Ugh. That one was on the night crew. They are the ones who should stock this dive. "The syrup's in the back. Can you drink something else?"

Kyle got this petulant sneer. "No. I paid for a soda and I want a coke."

I would have spat on his burger but now the scrawny vulpine was watching me like a hawk, waiting for me to drop everything I was doing to refill the soda machine. I stomped to the back storeroom, kicking open the door with a satisfying thump. It took me longer than I thought to come out lugging a syrup pack for the machine. Still no excuse for the fox's attitude.

"Finally," he huffed like he had someplace better to be. "And I'm pretty sure my burger's burning. I'd like a new one when you're finished here."

Kyle was treading on dangerous ground. Even at my best, I've always been told I have the temper of a feral.

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2.

Kyle

Maybe I was being a prick to the wolf, or Ian if he managed to spell correctly on his nametag. But I was having a pretty sucky day. My roommates are being total creeps, signing me up for this gay dating app and now I keep getting texts from weird furs wanting to hook up with me. Just because I'm gay I'm supposed to laugh it off? Fuck them.

And let's talk about my grades. It's bad enough that I'm stuck here studying for midterms instead of vacationing with the rest of the civilized world, but now I have to revise my sociology essay by Monday. The idiot professor said my topic about the social challenges faced by porcupine furs was too broad. I'm thinking about narrowing it to challenges faced by them in intimate encounters, just to screw with the uptight professor.

I guess I was taking it out on Ian, and the psych major in me can tell you why. I have a slight prejudice against wolves. I'm not proud of it, but throughout high school I was bullied by a wolf and I think it must have imprinted on my psyche. I'm trying to work on it, but until then, big bad Ian can just keep glaring at me while he mops the floor. I'm not going to let myself be intimidated by anyone any more.

After finishing my meal and taking out my phone and deleting an ungodly number of unsolicited dick pics, and playing a game of pop-a-bubble, I was feeling a little better. I still didn't want to go back to my apartment and have to see my roommates so I thought I'd have dessert. A little treat I've earned for not snapping and killing anyone today.

I walked up to the counter and couldn't resist whistling to get his attention as he cleaned the floor where I came in. He pushed his mop into the corner and stalked toward me, chest puffed out in a classic and trite attempt at asserting his status over mine. How laughably primitive. I pointed behind the counter, motioning to him that that was where he needed to be.

He looked past me, his eye actually twitched. I turned and looked too. Oh. I guess he'd need to mop by my table too. I can't help it if it rained. My shoes were a little muddy, and I put my hoodie over the back of a chair to drip dry... and I might have spilled some ketchup. "So?" I said reasonably, "it's your job to keep the place clean, not mine."

I watched Ian's bicep bulge under his snug, bland work shirt -the kind with those stupid collars that make the workers look like even bigger douche bags than they probably are. And for the briefest of moments I thought, he's going to hit me. My mind flashed back to high school, I could feel a rising urge to run. But then my senses came back to me. I wasn't an awkward pup anymore. I wasn't going to let some wannabe alpha male scare me.

"Ice cream. Vanilla," I said coolly, only taking a deep breath when he turned his back on me to fetch my cone. It was a real victory for me. I stood up to my fears and remain steady as a rock... until Ian handed me the cone and I fumbled it onto his newly cleaned floor.

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3.

Ian

"Son of a bitch. You did that on purpose, asshole!"

Kyle's look of shock turned into one of hostility as he bared his fangs and snapped at me. "Fuck you! It was an accident."

The hell it was. "Get out of here, fox bitch."

"No!" He slammed his fists on the counter and I started to walk around it. If he wanted a fight, he'd get one. "I paid for an ice cream. And, and you were the one who dropped it, stupid wolf!"

"Out, bitch." He back away from me but made no move to get his stuff or leave.

"Stop calling me that!"

"Stop calling you what? A bitch? Aren't foxes used to that?" Ok, I might have crossed a line. In fact I knew I did when Kyle took a swing at me. But fuck him. He was asking for it.

Kyle's punch went wide and I used my longer reach to smack the side of his head, hard, but I just meant remind he was dealing with a wolf who was a hell of a lot bigger than him. It ended up just pissing him off more. He charged, tackling me to the ground. I think we were both surprised at that. The only difference was that his surprise stunned him while mine enraged me.

I swiped my elbow at him, catching him full on the muzzle and knocking him off of me. Before he could recover, I was on him straddling his stomach, driving my fist into his chest. One hit was enough to take the fight out of him but I was still mad so kept at it, beating him until he was hiding behind his hands yelling at me to stop.

"You give up?" I growled at him, ready to keep hitting.

"Yes!" he whined. "Just stop, ok?"

I considered it. I could get off him, kick him once for good measure and throw him out into the rain. But, no. This asshole fucked with me on the wrong day. I grabbed his wrists, pinning his hands away from his face so I could see his terror.

"Say you're a bitch."

His jaw gaped open. "N-no!"

I pulled his arms together where I could pin both of them with one hand. With my other I gave him a hard slap. "Say it." Again he shook his head. All I had to do this time was raise my hand and growl," say it!"

"I'm a bitch," it was little more than a squeaky whisper, but he said it.

"Now apologize for starting a fight with a fur so much better than you."

"Sorry..."

Another slap. It was a fucking trip to be in such a powerful position. I needed more. He tried to tug his hands free, cringing as much as he could in the position he was in. I didn't slap him again. I wasn't cruel. I just wanted him to do what I say.

"I- I'm sorry for starting a fight with a fur who's better than me," he averted his eyes, his red fur getting redder as he blushed at the indignity.

The power was intoxicating. Better than the bottle of vodka I was planning on downing when I got home. I don't think I could have stopped even if I wanted to. "I'm going to let go of you. Are you going to do anything stupid that's going to make me hit you again?"

He shook his head, stopping when I narrowed my eyes, he knew what I wanted. "No. I won't do anything stupid."

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4.

Kyle

I shuddered, praying I could hold it together. He- Ian - called me a bitch. And then he beat me up. It was high school all over again, except for one thing that was scaring the living hell out of me.

It was turning me on.

Don't you dare judge me! I'm not an idiot, I was scared he was going to hurt me and I knew this was all wrong. But deep in the pit of my stomach, right about where his ass was, a warmth was spreading out, finding its way right to my genitals. I don't know why, and I was on the edge of panic at what it could mean. The psych major part of my brain was analyzing as fast as it could. What was wrong with me? This should have been the worst day of my life. I'm not into this sort of thing, I never even watch anything but vanilla porn, my sex life has been... nonexistent. But instead of thinking how I was going to call the cops, I had to worry about my dick getting hard.

Ian stood over me, I couldn't meet his gaze but I could look at the rest of him. His rippling muscles stretching the fabric of his work uniform. Thick arms and legs, a chest broad enough to have dinner on. What the hell was I thinking, trying to fight that?

"Are you..." he started. I brought my legs up, only confirming what he already knew. "Oh my God. You fucking perv, you've got a boner."

I rolled to my side away from him, my heart hammering in my throat.

"You bitch. You come in here and fuck up my already shitty day, and you're getting hard off it?"

I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.

"Get on your knees." His voice was deadly calm. He wasn't going to take no for an answer.

I got to my hands and knees, thankful he couldn't see my arousal, but now that I moved I could feel all the bruises that were left from his fists.

"Look at me, perv. I want you to be honest, if I even think you're bullshitting, you and me are having round two, got it?"

His voice was a force of nature. I was so wrapped up in myself before, I never noticed it. "Yes." I spoke at his chest, it was as high as I let my eyes go.

"Why are you kneeling?"

Was he suddenly a philosopher? Didn't he know I was afraid of getting hit again? Here's a better question, why am I so turned on still? This is humiliating. I had to give him an answer.

"B-because you told me to."

"And a good bitch always does what she's told, right?"

She?

"Right?"

"Yes," I barely held back a whimper. Conflicting urges were tearing me apart. He was quiet for too long, but I kept my eyes low. He was in control here, not me.

"You made a big mess when you came in."

"Sorr-"

"And just as I get it cleaned up, you drop your ice cream all over it. See that mess?"

He pointed at the dropped cone with the toe of his scuffed black shoe. I nodded.

"Clean it up."

Again I nodded. I moved toward the mop he left by front.

"No, bitch. You made a big deal about wanting ice cream, you're gonna get it." He folded his arms imperiously and leaned against the counter. "Lick it up."

I looked at his eyes. "Don't make me... please." I knew I would do it. I knew a part of me wanted to. My last resort was begging Ian not to let me self destruct.

"Should've thought before you fucked with me." He stomped his foot and I jumped, lunging for the melting vanilla ice cream.

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5.

Ian

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This snarky asshole fox was licking the floor. A complete reversal from the way he acted when he first walked in. I hopped up on the counter, dangling my feet over his head where he worked. There was no forgetting that he was getting hard after I knocked him around for a bit. It kind of pissed me off, like he was using me somehow, but the look on his face told a different story.

Kyle really didn't understand his reaction. I wasn't sure I understood my own. Now I wasn't some kind of a perv that gets off on this sort of thing... but there was something about this all.

Not sure how long I was sitting there thinking but when I looked down Kyle was just licking the tiles. The ice cream, and the cone, must have been eaten awhile ago. The floor had a shiny sheen of fox spit. Alright, let's see how far this goes.

"Bitch."

He stopped and looked up at me through his long lashes.

"Go lock the door," I nodded towards it, watching to see what he did.

A normal, a sane, fur would have reached the door and kept running. Kyle reached, running his hand up and down the frame, probably having the same thoughts I was. One hand poised over the handle, the other came to rest on the lock.

Click.

He stood there a second longer, maybe looking at the pouring rain, before turning around and walking back with his head down. He came to a stop far enough away that a casual observer might not have thought we had anything to do with each other.

"Get over here, bitch. I want you on your knees when I'm not using you."

His pants were scuffed and dirty around the knees now, thumbs hitched into the pockets in an incongruent show of casualness. His ears were laid back in submission as he sank in front of me. His lips twitched, the barest hint of a snarl, his last doubts about what was happening. I would make sure we were both on the same page.

"Pathetic, aren't you? Getting your ass whipped, licking trash off the floor and now kneeling before me."

Kyle turned his head away. God, that blush. I stuck my leg out and hooked the toe of my shoe under his jaw forcing his eyes back to me. Gold, glistening eyes, welling with... tears?

"Tell me you're nothing but a pathetic perv."

His lips list any semblance of a snarl, quivering now as they parted slightly. "I-" his voice broke in a pained squeak. "I'm nothing but," he sucked down a breath that came back as a dry sob and looked right at me, a tear soaking into his fur. "Nothing but a pathetic perv."

He was crying. I won. It was a game I didn't know I wanted to play, and the rules were being made up on the fly, but I wanted to break him. It was so wrong, but it felt so good.

"I bet there's still some ice cream on the bottom of my shoe."

He didn't resist. Snorting back snot and wiping his eyes he leaned closer and I lost his eyes behind my shoe. It was a slight pressure, but I knew what it was, his tongue scraping over the close treads of my worn nonslip shoe. It gave me an electric thrill straight to my cock. Fuck. More.

"Take them off. I fuckin' worked all day. I deserve to relax."

His eyes were still wet but he wasn't crying at the moment when his eyes reappeared. His fingers trembled as he tugged the laces and the the shoes. He struggled to yank them off and I probably could have helped, but this was how it was supposed to be.

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6.

Kyle

It was primal. I wasn't Kyle, video gamer, student, victim, I was fox. I was bitch, omega, to this wolf, this alpha. It hurt to let go of what I once was, but the second that overpowering musky scent from his socked foot hit me, I knew this was the way it had to be. I didn't try to disguise the deep breath I took as I pulled off those socks. The wolf knew what I was. He probably knew it the second I walked in.

"Look at me," his deep savage voice was leashed to my soul. My eyes had drifted to his massive foot but now they snapped back to his gorgeous dark blue orbs. The funny thing was that I'd never been in to paws before this moment.

"Suck. But keep your eyes on me. I want you fully aware of what it is you're doing."

I nodded and he pressed the pad of his big toe to my lips. I sucked it like starving fur going after food. It wasn't as bad as I would have thought. Salty, a slight tang of whatever soap he's used that morning. His eyes were unwavering, that was the hard part. His stare wouldn't let me forget I was sucking the toe of a wolf who beat me up and crushed my pride. Frightening and freeing at the same time.

The only change in him as I worked over his left foot and then the right was the bulge I watched grow in my peripheral. I wasn't alone in seeing the the sexuality in our encounter.

As my tongue flossed between the last of his toes, he took his feet away. I almost fell forward with them. I watched in awe as he jumped down from the counter, making the meticulous tongue bath I'd worshipfully given him pointless. He towered over me but I didn't feel as threatened this time. He circled around me, like a feral wolf around injured and helpless prey.

"Still hard?" he asked.

"Yes." Painfully so. I was afraid to look, but I'm pretty sure there was a wet patch forming in the front of my pants.

"Show me." My breathing stopped. "Take off your clothes."

The door was locked and it was raining, but anyone could walk up and see me. That just turned me on more. I pulled off my shirt while struggling to stand with my sore knees so I could take off my pants. In no time I was naked, free of those damn confining clothes.

The wolf continued to circle me. Judging me in away they never would at college.

"Not bad, if it wasn't for your shit personality."

My tail flicked at his backhanded compliment. In my warped imagination I was already picturing Ian as the kind of wolf you really needed to work for any praise he might bestow.

His knuckles grazed my shoulder and I nearly melted... or came. Maybe both. It was casual, just him brushing at some errant fur, but it was magical for me.

"Why are you naked?" He stopped his dizzying walk in front of me, causing my mind to go blank.

"B-because you told me," my voice was a distant echo in my ears.

I watched in slow motion as he stuck out his lupine finger and touched it to my chest, electric and weakening my aching knees. "I know that, bitch. I mean, why... Why didn't you just run? Why, this?" His finger trailed down my stomach, and - oh sweet Lord - traced along my saluting dick!

"Ohhh," I moaned. The wolf was quick to put a stop to that, grabbing my nuts, squeezing just hard enough to feel like I was hit in the stomach again.

"I want you to tell me. Why are you perving out?"

A shrill whine, at first I didn't know I was making, grew louder as the world spun with pain. Finally he let go and I fell to my knees, cradling my tenderized jewels. "I- I don't know! I swear to God, I wish I did. It just feels so good when you... when you dominate me." I hunched over, sucking down breaths and praying for this pain not to be permanent.

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7.

Ian

It was a good answer. His reasoning was simple. While I was trying to figure out why I was getting off on tormenting this fox and why he was into it too, Kyle was just resigned to the sensations. Because it feels good, was essentially his answer.

I looked down at him, still able to feel his balls like they were in my palm as I squeezed them. His whines came in bursts and I wondered if he was crying again. Probably. I got a little caught up in how satisfying it felt to have him in my power like that. The guilt was only there for a second as my own balls seemed to demand attention. I thought for awhile about boundaries and limits and even laws. In the end I decided Kyle was right. Fuck it. This felt good.

"Look up, bitch." Hah, he was crying, but I could see the determination in his golden eyes. He was trying to be strong. "Knock it off, it didn't hurt that much." I unzipped my fly and watched his expression change from pain to lust.

He straightened his back, straining to kneel with perfect posture as he watched me pull out my cock. The freak was practically drooling for my meat. I loved it! I had been a while since I had a male. That was going change today.

"Open your mouth." He obeyed without hesitation. I gripped the top of his head, getting a feel for it. Sleeker and smaller than the cheating whore raccoon I'd been involved with. Like Kyle's head was made to be palmed into my crotch. I pulled him to me, basking in the rainforest heat of his narrow mouth taking in my cock, all the way to the knot where his lips rested. I felt my tip slide into his throat. No gagging.

"You must have a lot of practice with this, don't you, slut?"

Kyle tried to say something but his muffled words just vibrated against my cock.

"Oh, fuck, bitch. I don't know what you're trying to say, but keep it up." I pulled out and heard him moan before I thrust back in. It felt fan-fucking-tastic to be in something hot and wet again. Felt even better not to concern myself with 'her needs.'

I faced fucked Kyle until he finally started choking on me, purposefully keeping my pumps erratic so he couldn't time his breaths. Relax, it's not like was gonna kill him, I just liked the way it felt when he gasped and he his throat spasmed in coughs.

Kyle's hands grabbed around my hips, holding my ass as I rocked his mouth. With a final stab, I held him to me, shooting my load. His fingers clawed at my legs, trying to push away from the blasts of hot jizz cutting off his air. I laughed with my howls of orgasm, waiting until most of my cum was in his mouth before letting him go just in time for him to catch a final spurt across his muzzle.

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8.

Kyle

Holy shit! That was a lot of cum, I thought to myself as I fell back, gasping and retching. I'm really not as big of a slut as he said I was. I mean, I might be, if I was brave enough. But since starting college I haven't had so much as a casual fling at a kegger... not that I got invited to any keggers either.

I wasn't mad that he was rough, I decided. I don't think I had the right to make that kind of a judgement call in the first place after what I've been subjected to. Now came the awkward part. I was literally dripping with need. The lack of air did nothing to soften me, and I really needed to get off now.

The wolf was leaning against the counter, catching his breath. I struggled back to my knees, my hornieness gave me the courage to look at those beautiful blue eyes again. He looked so satisfied and my heart swelled with a new sense of pride. He was looking at me and I glanced down to my jutting prick.

He snorted. "You want to cum too, bitch?"

"Please?"

"Please, what?"

"Please... let me cum."

He laughed at me like when I was choking. It should have gotten me angry, but I was a slave to his cruelty. It made me so hot, and the shame of it just doubled what I got out of it.

"Fuckin' sick." Yeah, that was the right word. "I'm going to do your scrawny ass an undeserved favor. Against all sorts of health codes, I'm gonna let you whack off in the restaurant. But you're going to do it right where you are, where I can watch." I would have done it in the middle of the parking lot in all that rain if that's what he wanted.

I spit daintily into my palm and started to stroke myself. Unlike my blowjob, which I relied mostly on what I've seen in porn and the smut I've read, this was something I had a lot of firsthand experience. No pun intended. I knew my body and was able to play it like a finely tuned violin. Then, just as I could feel the bright shining light within my grasp, Ian spoke.

"Stop."

My hand froze in a death grip right above my sheath. I whimpered, on the verge of crying. I felt so many things at that moment. Rage, hate, sorrow, but telling him any of that never crossed my mind.

He smirked. "Total bitch. I'm actually kinda proud of that. Alright, boy. Finish. And hurry up."

It was worth all that aggravation to hear more of his faint praise! I teared up as I came, it was the greatest orgasm of my life! I think I was more spent than Ian had been.

"Th-thank you," I breathed. "Thank you so much for this."

"Yeah, yeah. You know what you have to do now, don't you?"

I looked at him, in no condition to know anything. He helped me out with quick glance. "Oh! Uh... c-can I clean up the mess?" He cocked his head and I was quick to reword it. "Can I lick it up?"

He nodded and for the second time that day I willingly debased myself, slurping at the floor like a feral dog. God, this was going to get me hard again in record time!

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9.

Ian

I was done with Kyle. I came, I even let him cum, there was nothing left to do or say. I watched him eat his cum with the same passion he seemed to have for everything I made him do. Sated now, I found it a little off putting to watch the fox run his tongue all over the floor. I knew how dirty that floor got, and I knew how shitty a job we did keeping it mopped. Hell, I knew the disgusting things we used that mop on before using it out there. Word of warning, the five-second rule never applies to fast food joints.

"Kyle."

His ears pricked and he jerked his head up like he'd just come out of a trance.

"Good enough."

He got back to his knees. Looking at me like a lost pup. What the hell was I supposed to do?

"You can... put your clothes back on and go call the cops or my manager or do whatever the fuck you want." I pushed off the counter and snatched up my shoes.

"Ian," he said softly, pleadingly.

"We're cool. I won't say anything about what happened."

"Don't," he whined.

What did expect? A fucking happily ever after? I'm clearly an asshole, and he's clearly got issues that probably require a professional. This was all there was. I got my shoes back on and went to get the mop. Kyle hadn't moved. I sighed at the fox. "What?"

"This can't be it," he complained, but it didn't sound obnoxious anymore. Just sad. "C-can I give you my number? Please? N-no one has ever made me feel this way."

"No, Kyle-"

"Stop calling me that!"

I raised an eyebrow. I guess no permanent damage was done to the Kyle that I first had the displeasure of meeting. "Want me to call you bitch now?"

His rust red fur seemed to brighten a shade. "I'm sorry. I'm new to this."

"There is no 'this.' You go do whatever pervy thing gets you off."

His eyes were back to glistening. "Give me a chance. Please! I'll do whatever you say. I'll suck your dick every day, I'll let you beat me up all you want, I-I'll give you a tongue bath whenever you say."

"Bullshit dude. You would only listen when you felt like it. I told you to leave. You're kneeling there naked and arguing with me." Ah, fuck. And he's weeping like a vixen.

Don't comfort him, Ian. You'll never get rid of him if you do. I walked over to where he was crying into his hands. "It'll be alright."

"No it won't," he sobbed.

"Yes it will. You'll get over me and I'm sure you'll meet a sadistic bastard that'll fulfill all those pervy desires for you."

He took his hands away so I could see the pain in his eyes. "I don't want to find someone else. I want to see what happens with us..."

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10.

Kyle

God help me, the more he rejected me, the more I wanted him. I needed him! I was putting it all out there. I was essentially offering to be his slave. Anything to have more of him. I reached out in desperation and hugged his leg.

Ian patted my head, muttering to himself. And then to me. "I'm just getting out of a relationship. I need time before I get back in."

My heart fluttered. It wasn't a no. "That's ok! I don't mind if it's just when you need sex. Anything to have you in my life." I heard myself say those words. They sounded so foreign. I have never begged like this. How low would I let myself sink? Was there limit? I was afraid of the answer, but maybe that was what Ian was looking for. Did he want to see how committed I could be?

I took my head away from his firm thigh so I could look up at him. "You can cheat on me."

He laughed bitterly. "I've tried being in an open relationships before. They work fine for me when I'm the one out partying, but I'm the jealous type."

He shook his head. "That's not what I'm saying. It can be one sided. You can have as many relations as you want, but to show you how serious I am, I'll be yours, and yours alone."

He raised his eyebrows. I think he was really considering it. "Kyle..." he sighed, "fuck it.What's your number?"

My tail swished uncontrollably as I squeaked out each digit, watching his thumbs move over his phone. Then he pointed his phone at me.

"Say, fucktoy."

I did. With a face splitting grin as he took a pic.

A few more taps and he showed me the screen. My number and a naked picture of me kneeling, under the name Bitch. I giggled with glee and reached for my pants to get my phone. Well, crawled over to my pants, I tossed them pretty far away.

"W-what's your number?" my hand shook so much I was afraid I wouldn't be able to type.

"No."

What? But he-

"I'm going to think this over. You can just wait for me to contact you. And don't come back here. I mean it. If I see you, fuckin' jacking off in the bushes, or even just coming in to buy a burger, we're through. Got it?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes."

"Good. Now go. Before some asshole starts banging on the door and sees you naked."

I hurried to get dressed. He was really kicking me out, even after I was decent, I realized as he pointed toward my stuff. I wrapped my damp hoodie around my shoulders and looked to Ian once more, my ears laying flat.

He rolled his eyes as he walked me to the door. I turned to him as he unlocked it. I knew enough not to expect a kiss. His hand brushed against my muzzle, there was no goodbye, just a soft touch I didn't think he was capable of.

I walked outside, looking back one last time to see him watching me through the rain streaked glass. I can't say why, but I knew I would see Ian again.