The Studsky: Chapter 1 (Patreon Premium)
In the quiet suburban subdivision, not much happened that would stir up much controversy among the wealthy, God-fearing families. Three story houses were lined side by side, each separated by two meter high fences, each yard beheld to the luxuries of wealth such as underground pools, large decks, and artistic lawn ornaments that had some profound meaning. On a calm Sunday afternoon this suburban paradise was split by the sound of a rumbling engine affixed to a very expensive car.
Like the throaty roar of a jungle cat, it strode confidently through the streets on chrome rimmed wheels that were polished to a mirror finish, its body painted a dark red with a black racing stripe defining the median of the vehicle. The windows were tinted so dark that it was almost impossible to see inside but just enough to still be legal. Anyone walking on the sidewalks turned their heads immediately to watch the exotic sports car go by, the thunder of dubstep emanating from its insides.
The vehicle turned a corner and then dipped to the shoulder, slowing to a crawl in front of a particularly large, exuberant house. Once parked, the car went silent and the driver side door came open. From the car out stepped a hulk of a man. Adorned in a leather jacket with a white T-shirt underneath and loose fitting blue jeans, he stood to a full height of 2.1 meters and was fantastically muscular.
His features portrayed him as a canine, a husky to be more exact. His face was handsome and strong, his jaw angular and his eyes, though peering through a pair of sunglasses, were dark blue. Perhaps what was most most peculiar of all was this dog's color pattern. Instead of the well defined black overcoat with a white undercoat, the man was pure white but striped with black not unlike what a zebra might be. Given his species, coloration, and stature, it was easy to see that this individual was afflicted with the rare genetic condition of Chromea Dysplasia.
He closed his car door and began walking for the front of the nice house, a thick folder held under his arm. He walked with a confidant stride to the front door and gave a firm knock on the surface. There came only a few seconds of silence before the door came open, revealing an older looking squirrel that stared up at him in awe.
"Hello, I'm here to see Mrs. Lockhart," he said with a smile. His voice was deep and powerful, thrumming with a base that could melt any woman's heart.
"You must be Mr. Rutherford! Come on in," the woman said and ducked away and held the door open for him.
"Thank you," he said and stepped inside, almost having to duck under the door frame.
"If you stay right here, I'll tell Mrs. Lockhart that you've arrived," she said and hurried off through the living room and disappeared.
"Take your time," the husky said and stepped further into the house and closed the door. His tentative gaze stroked the inside of the house, at least from where he was. When his eyes went off to the side he realized that the kitchen also opened up just a couple meters away, and sitting at the dinner table was a male dalmatian that had set a hard glare to the newcomer. "Hello there," the husky said and put on a friendly smile.
The other man didn't say anything right away, instead he leaned back in his seat from his once hunched over position. It was then that the husky realized that the other dog had a glass half full of amber liquid that sloshed around with a thicker than water consistency. "So. You're the breeder, eh?" the dalmatian growled. The large canine quirked a brow at the inherent resentment that he felt, but shrugged it off with ease.
"I am. I assume you're Mr. Lockhart?" he asked while keeping a serious face. When taking on this particular job he knew that the woman was married, and there were always some inherent risks that came with that territory but he always felt that he was more than ready for anything of that nature.
"Mhm," the dalmatian mumbled as he took a lingering sip of his drink. An awkward silence developed between them, the husky not wanting to antagonize or provoke any sort of aggressive behavior, that's not what he was here for. Instead he simply stood where he was and turned his head to look at more of the house's decor. Luckily it was a short lived silence as a beautiful German shepherd woman came around the corner of the living room.
Her face held an admiring glow as she looked upon the towering husky and walked right up to him with an upturned paw. Interestingly enough, she wore nothing but a silk gown that was pink in color and partially see through. The striped canine could glimpse the slightest hint of her nipples poking through the fabric. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr Rutherford," she said happily, as if meeting a revered celebrity. In a way he was.
"Please, call me Mylo, Mrs. Lockhart," he rumbled and gently took her paw and shook it gingerly.
"Oh my, then you can call me Sonya," she introduced and winked playfully. The husky smirked.
"Shall we get started then?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Absolutely! My bedroom is this way," she said and took a hold of his paw, guiding him towards a flight of stairs that went off from the living room. He followed dutifully, but a shout from the dalmatian caught them both off guard.
"Have fun fucking my wife!" he roared and slammed a now empty glass against the table. Any harder and it would have shattered.
"Ignore him, Mylo, he knew what this was about from the beginning," Sonya said to the husky just loud enough for her husband to hear. There came no response from the kitchen and Mylo didn't say anything either. The two canines ascended the first and second flight of stairs to the third story, the German Shepherd still leading the way until they got to what must have been the master bedroom.
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