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I started this story sometime back in 2006, when I got the chance to befriend a fur who inspired the character of Alon in this story, aj-thecanaanfox. Some of my oldest fans might recognize a couple background characters and places here.

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And now the annoying warning message:

This story deals with sex between males in very graphic detail. If you're not over 18 it is illegal for you to even look at this so stop reading right now. If homosexual content is not your cup of tea, you can leave my tea party. The characters and story are copyright Teiran's player 2006, do not redistribute without permission. Otherwise, enjoy!

-Teiran

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Life's a Bitch

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John listened with sweaty palms as the phone rang, the wolf's tail twitching nervously as he tried to reach his wife on her cell phone. The big white handset of his home phone felt clammy pressed against the wolf's ear, and it just rang and rang. John looked nervously at the clock on the microwave. The neon green numbers glowed brightly in the dark kitchen, flashing 9:32 PM at the wolf. Stephanie was running much too late, even for her. Something had to be wrong. The ringing finally stopped and his wife's voice mail message began to play for a second time. John frowned, hung up and dialed again.

The middle-aged gray wolf began to pace back and forth across his kitchen floor. John's phone hung on the wall of the breakfast nook, and the cord was just long enough for him to get all the way to the edge of the tiled floor where the kitchen stopped and the living room began before forcing him to turn back. John ran his paw through his head fur; beginning to pant a little in panic. He looked at the clock, and then out the back window in the vain hope of seeing his wife drive up the alleyway towards their house, when his wife's cell phone finally picked up.

A deep, and very masculine, voice barked, "What do you want?" on the other end. John pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at its glowing keypad in disbelief. The voice sounded strangely familiar somehow, but it was not his wife.

John put the phone back to his ear and listened closely. Stephanie's cell phone only barely picked up her voice as she said, "Oh give me that." John could hear the sounds of people fumbling with the phone, and then with a big, happy smile in her voice Stephanie came on the line. "Hello John!" John's frowned as his wife panted breathlessly, her voice suspiciously happy and light. She was never happy when he called. "What is it honey, I'm kind of in the middle of something..."

John cleared his throat a bit and straightened his tie unconsciously, "Well Stephanie sweetie, I was wondering when you were going to get home tonight. I've got..." John stopped as the sound of giddy, high-pitched laughter forced him to hold the phone away from his ear again. John recognized that laugh, a barking, high-pitched sound that had at one time made him smile. It was the sound of his wife being tickled, and he could just hear the deep sound of someone growling playfully on the other end of the line. Someone male. There might have even been an exaggerated snap of someone's jaws just before everything was muffled, probably by Stephanie's paw as she yelped for the other man to stop.

Stephanie's voice was loud again when she said, "Oh darling I'm sorry. Did I not tell you? The girls and I are going out of town this weekend and," there was a rustling sound and the line went quiet as his wife covered the microphone again. John could just hear his wife's muffled voice saying, "Stop it, I'm serious," before she returned loud a clear to say, "and I'm not going to be home until late Sunday."

John's tail drooped between his legs, and he leaned against the kitchen wall for support. The wolf's nice suit bunching around his shoulders as his head leaned against the glass of a window in the breakfast nook. "Till Sunday?" he muttered in disbelief.

Stephanie didn't even notice the heart broken sound of John's voice. "Till Sunday honey so don't wait up for me alright..." his wife's words dissolved into a torrent of giggles and with a final click the phone cut off and left John in silence.

The wolf just stood there, staring in silence out of the back window of his house. John's own reflection stared back at him; a ghostly vision of a wolf that looked like he had just been stabbed in the heart.

Most men would have become enraged at a phone call like that. Most husbands would have shouted, thrown the phone to the ground, and then quickly retrieved it to call every one of their wife's friends trying to find where she was. Years ago, John would have done the same. Now of course he did nothing. He didn't need any proof to know where his wife was and what she was doing. John had known his wife was cheating for years now.

The wolf's ears flattened against his head, and his face burned with shame. It burned his heart to know his wife was enjoying the touch of another man. The guy who had answered the phone was probably sliding himself inside Stephanie right now. John hung the phone up when it began to beep angrily at him, and then the wolf sat down heavily at the kitchen table. John loosened his tie slightly and looked down at the now cold dinner he had spent all night preparing.

As John began to cut his juicy but cold steak, the wolf's mind was consumed by thoughts of his wife. She was almost certainly in the throes of passion with another man. He could almost see some other wolf, a younger and stronger man, mounting her from behind like the damn bitch she was. John could just imagine how much the other man was enjoying his newest conquest, a married bitch even, but it didn't make his heart ache the way it once did. This wasn't something new for John. The anger was old now. Stephanie had been unfaithful to him so many times the wolf had forgotten how badly it was supposed to hurt. He'd stopped being angry with a lot of things Stephanie did to him. Hurtful comments and missed occasions were unimportant now.

Tonight felt worse through. This hurt more than anything had in a long time. Missing one of the boy's weekend soccer games, or failing to pick them up from school for a fling, those were things John could deal with. It had hurt at first, hurt so bad he'd nearly left her, but John was past that now. He stayed with Stephanie for the boys. They needed a mother, or at least Skyler still did, and even if she wasn't always there for them she was still their mother.

John bit his knuckle and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his emotions. Why did she have to forget tonight? Tonight was supposed to be special. How could she miss their twentieth anniversary? Stephanie always remembered special days, because she expected John to give her gifts and take her special places. How could she have forgotten about this? John knew the answer. She was always more forgetful when she'd found a new male, but he did not want to think about the fact that his wife was lifting her tail right now to some new stud instead of sharing their anniversary dinner.

The wolf cut the steak he had cooked slowly, staring across the elegantly laid out table at his wife's empty seat. The steaks were cold now, but what galled the wolf most was the helping of spicy sage potatoes sitting beside the meat. They were her favorite dish. John hated the taste of those potatoes, they burned his nose and tasted like sand, but he cooked them anyways because it made her happy. He even had a big helping of them on his plate because she wanted him to eat them.

John did a lot of things he hated to keep her happy. He bought gifts and took her on long holidays. She bought clothes and jewelry, and ended up spending most of the money he earned. Stephanie spent so much that John had too work extra cases at his law firm just to make sure Jake and Skyler would be able to go to college. John lifted the fork and stared at the cold, soggy potatoes on the end of his fork, mocking him. The steaks alone had cost him a hundred dollars, and he had spent the money happily. He had wanted tonight to be something special. John wanted her to remember him, just for once.

Just for once, he wanted to be the one behind her when she raised her tail. John stared at his fork for a moment longer, and then dropped the fork to his plate when his stomach threatened to heave.

John blew out the two candles he had set on the table with an angry snort. They puffed out, smoke curling into the air as the wolf stood up. He looked down at the china plates, the expensive wine, the carefully wrapped gifts, and the bouquet of roses he had cut from his own garden, and the anger just boiled up inside him. He grabbed the edges of the tablecloth and used it like a sack, dragging every scrape of food and cutlery into the air.

The wolf's hackles rose just a bit as the thin china dishes made a tinkling sound. Probably a thousand dollars worth of plates and cups shattered as he hoisted the bundled tablecloth up and carried it to the garage door. Wine dripped onto the concrete floor of his garage as the wolf waited, panting slightly as the garage door rose slowly to revealed the cold night. He ducked under the door and walked quickly down his driveway to the garbage bins where he heaved the entire bundle, food, plates, flowers, gifts and all into the trash bin with an angry cry.

The wolf panted slowly, his breathe curling around his muzzle in the cold night air. He closed the lid on the trashcan and the moment of anger slipped away, leaving the wolf feeling empty inside. John had no desire to go back into the house. The only thing inside for him was bed. John's back tensed, and he suppressed the growl of anger when he remembered the bedroom. Before making dinner he had covered the bed in a blanket of rose petals, lit candles, and set a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. It was a recreation of their wedding night, when he and Stephanie had shared the honeymoon suite at a fancy hotel, long before he could afford such things, and he did not feel strong enough right now to clean it up.

John leaned against the picket fence and stared at his own house. The windows of the dark house stared back at him like empty eyes, or the opening of a tomb. Unlike whatever bed Stephanie was sleeping in right now, his home and life were empty tonight. John wracked his brain, trying to think of something he could go inside and do. Something to keep himself busy, to keep him from dwelling on Stephanie, but he could think of nothing.

He had no projects to work on, no hobbies he could indulge to forget what was happening and why he was alone. John had sent his younger son Skyler to a friend's sleepover party for the night so he and Stephanie would have the house to themselves. His older son Jake had left for college six months ago, and he had not really seen the boy since then. Weekend phone calls and a monthly meal were all he had. Now even his wife was gone. John's ears drooped, because in reality she had been gone a much longer time then either of the boys.

The wolf sighed slowly as he realized there was nothing for him in his own home. Tonight John was alone. He was a forty-one year old wolf whose fur had begun to go gray at the tips and had no clue what he was supposed to do by himself.

John hung his head slightly and pinned his tail to his trouser legs. How long had he been living like this? Living day to day for his family, without a life of his own? He never thought about himself. If Skyler were home he would simply go play with the young wolf pup. John could take him to a movie, out to some restaurant to eat, or race him across the house. It was the best possible way he could think of to spend an evening. He lived for those moments when he made his eight-year-old pup laugh. It filled the wolf with joy just to think about it, and when Skyler was around he never noticed the lack of things in his own life. John filled his nights with helping Skyler with his homework, or just sitting with his son on the couch reading together and watching TV. His weekends were filled with Pup scouts and soccer games. He was a leader in Skyler's Pup Scout troop, and he loved taking his son and his friends to museums and out camping. John knew that Skyler was his life. Once he had been the same way with Jake, until his older son had grown too independent and rebellious to 'hang out' with his dad.

The memory of that time stung John a little, but the wolf's ears perked up a bit. Maybe he could call Jake and talk with him. He usually called his son on Sunday to see how he was doing, but hearing Jake's voice right now would certainly cheer him up. The wolf grinned as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called his son. The phone rang quietly, and John breathed out slowly as he held the small cell phone close to his ear.

The young wolf answered with a barked, "Hello?"

John smiled at the happy sound of his son's voice. "Hey there son, how are you doing?" the wolf said, and he could hear what sounded like a party going on in Jake's dorm room.

"Hey, dad." Jake's voice sunk down low, and he almost growled into the phone. "What is it?"

"I just called to talk a bit. How's your week been?"

"You know how my week has been, same as the last time you called. Look, I don't have time to talk okay?" Jake was talking fast, and John could hear him yelling something to someone at the party.

"Okay son, I thought you might be free is all. I just wanted to talk." John said quietly, his ears flicking backwards in disappointment as Jake answered.

"It's Friday night Dad, of course I'm busy," Jake nearly snarled into the phone, "I have a life you know. Besides isn't your anniversary or something? Go talk to Mom. Geez hold on Toby, I'm coming." Jake talked to his friend for a moment, as John's ears flattened tight against his head, and his tail tucked between his legs at his son's hurtful, though unintended comment. The pup couldn't have known, but it hurt John badly to hear his feelings of emptiness so bluntly confirmed by his son.

"Okay son, I'll talk with you on Sunday then. Are you still coming by the house next week?"

"Yah, yah, I am. Bye dad." Jake hung up the phone, and John turned the cell phone off, his momentary hope for the evening replaced by a fresh wound. Jake had no way of knowing how badly his comments hurt his father, and of course he was busy. It was nearly ten on a Friday night, and the boy was in his freshman year of college. John wanted to kick himself for being so foolish. Of course his son was busy. Any normal person would be.

Somewhere nearby a dog began to bark loudly, and John looked around the dark alley behind his suburban house for a moment. The lights from the other houses on his street did not really filter through the high fences and shadowy bushes of their back yards, and so long shadows were cast over John's yard, the one open back yard in the alley. It was a lonely, eerie sight to the wolf and he did not find his house any more inviting then the dark alleyway he stood in. John straightened his tie slightly, got in his car, and pulled out his PDA. What he needed right now was a drink. He pulled up a search page, found the address for the closest bar, 'Adams', and drove into the chilly night.

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John turned the wheel of his sedan, following the directions of his GPS unit, and found yet another street to marvel at. The wolf had never really been in the city at night, and he found it fascinating to drive though that the dark streets, which were filled with so much more life then the suburbs at night. There were dark business complexes and law offices like the one he worked at, neighborhoods with huge mansions gated off from the outside world, and all night diners with that looked more like pictures then real places. The air was warmer here, trapped by the concrete and buildings, and it was filled with a hundred different smells.

Before long, John turned onto the street he was looking for. People were everywhere, walking up and down the little strip of bars and outdoor cafes. It had to be one of the city's nighttime hotspots. John could hear a live band playing at one of the cafes, and it made him smile to hear "Strawberry Fields Forever" come dancing through his open window.

John parked the car, got out into the warm night air, and slid his keys into his back pocket as he made his way to the bar. He slipped into the door for Adam's, nodding slightly at the muscle bound bull that was guarding the door.

The inside of the bar was dark, and the music was so loud John could barely think. The wolf's chest vibrated with the force of the base and his fur ruffled as a guitar riff played. He blinked and glanced around, swaying a bit as he tried to get his bearings. The club was so dark but there were strobe lights flashing and spotlights dancing across the crowd. They filled the dark club with a sharp light that did not truly reveal anything. It made John's eyes hurt, and his ears flattened against his head as the noise assaulted him. John had never heard music like this before, but it reminded him of the racket Jake had started listening to before he moved out. Only it was a whole lot louder.

There were only a few people in the bar, but John could tell by the smell that the bar was very rarely this empty. There was a heavy perfume that smelled of roses and had to be intentional, layered over the smell of musk, alcohol, and sweat from a hundred different breeds of furs. Cats, dogs, wolves, lions, foxes, ferrets, maybe even a skunk, hundreds of different scents all mixed with cigarette smoke and a hundred different types of booze all combined to assault the wolf's nose, clogging it badly so that John's sense of smell was almost useless. There was no way he could even smell his own scent, much less make out any individual in the crowd.

John looked around for a moment, and smiled slightly. He had always thought a place like this would repel him, but instead John found himself drawn to the hard beats of the music and the swirl of smells and people. It was filled with people and life, unlike his home. The overload of sensations made it hard to think properly, and right now that was exactly what he needed. This was exactly the kind of place he was looking for tonight.

John slid his way through the crowd, which seemed to part slightly for him as he made his way to a bar. He shouted an order at the bartender for a scotch and soda, and the slinky tabby cat with spiked head fur gave John a confused look. The wolf returned the look as the cat went about making a drink for him. Why would a nice looking tabby cat dye her head fur white he thought. John frowned slightly at the pink and orange concoction the bartender gave him. It was not the drink he ordered, but he paid for it anyways. It tasted fruity and had a real bite to it, and in a way that was all that mattered to the wolf. He wanted to be drunk after all, so what did it matter if he got there on hard liquor or fruity mixed drinks? John sat down on one of the stools by the bar and let the music, smells, and booze drown out his thoughts.

That was pretty much when John realized he was in a gay bar, because an athletic looking hyena punk pushed a slim, barely legal Dalmatian boy up against the bar and locked lips with the smaller dog.

John looked away quickly as the two started to make out, the insides of his ears red as he tried to avoid watching the hyena kiss the athletic young dog, but it was hard not to notice them playing tonsil hockey right next to him. No one noticed his embarrassment, but John now felt very, very out place in his business suit and tie. John wanted to leave the bar as fast as he could without appearing rude, but as he stared at his drink he realized that the outside world offered nothing but silence and loneliness.

As time passed, John grew accustomed to the level of noise, lights, and smells. As his senses began to adjust, he found himself growing more and more on edge. John shifted nervously on the barstool, his tail twitching as he looked around the bar. The club made him feel strangely alone even thought he was surrounded by a whole crowd of other furs. He felt cut off by the noise and lights from the people sitting right beside him.

Everyone here was young and dressed in trendy, slinky clothes. They were excited and happy, and that excitement was slowly getting to him as well. It had to be the pervasive scent of musk. The air was thick with the scent of male arousal, and it made John's tail twitch nervously. John's knee began to bounce as he became more and more aroused by the scent. He hadn't felt like this way since he was back in college, back when he went clubbing with his fraternity brothers. John smiled slightly as he remembered those days. Back then they would all stand around the bar talking, egging each other on and getting roaring drunk, until they were actually pumped up enough to flirt with a good looking woman.

John had never been that into clubbing, it was more about hanging out with his frat brothers. They all loved cruising the straight bars looking for a wolf or even a dog bitch they could take home for a night. One time John had even hit on a tigress, and that had turned into a really wild night. The nights he did score were happy memories of course. The few women who took him up on his awkward advances went back with him to his dorm and they had sex all night long.

John had been a real goof back then, falling over himself to get girls to notice him during his freshman and sophomore years. It had really helped to have his frat brothers pushing him, working him up before being shot down.

Of course, it had not been that long before he met Stephanie at a frat party and started dating her, and then everything had fallen into place so quickly once Jake was on the way. John was only twenty-two when he had married Stephanie, and a few months later his life had become complete the moment he first held Jake in his arms.

The wolf smiled happily and lost himself in thoughts of those early years with his son. Things like going out to bars had simply fallen by the way side at that point. They simply didn't matter compared to his son.

John was lost in the memory of raising his older son when the dog first sat down beside him. The wolf's fingers danced around the rim of his empty glass, and his goofy smile turned into a look of surprise when the artic fox bartender handed him another glass, filled with vodka that had a reddish cloud expanding in it. John was about to say something about not ordering another drink when the fox just nodded towards the dog that was sitting beside John, and walked away.

John grinned sheepishly and looked over at the slightly taller male sitting beside him. The dog was a Canaan with creamy white fur, bright blue eyes, and a big smile. His ears were perked up and the dog held a glass just like John's in his left paw. He raised the glass at John as if he were making a toast. "Vodka and Red Bull, you'll like it." The dog said, and John smiled slightly as he clinked his glass against the Canaan's.

"Umm, thanks." John said uneasily and glanced at the dog with trepidation. The Canaan wasn't wearing a shirt, it was tucked into the waistband of his jeans, and John could easily see the bulging lines of muscles under his fur as the dog smiled at him. John smiled back politely, and could just see the stranger's tail wagging out of the corner of his eye.

The white tail swished back and forth, drawing the wolf's attention briefly to the dog's muscular back and the curve of his denim-covered rump. The Canaan's back muscles flexed as he leaned forward against the bar, turning his body so John could get a better look. This was a guy who worked out a lot, and his back rippled as the muscles moved underneath he short white fur.

John quickly snapped his gaze away from the posing dog, trying to focus on his drink. This was a gay bar for pity sakes, not the kind of place he could look at other guy's tail, even if it been just an innocent glance.

The dog at least didn't say anything. He just shifted to face the wolf again and smiled at John. "So tell me," the dog said after taking a slow sip of his drink, "What's a guy like you doing here?" The dog's smile was broad, and John felt his tail drooping as the dog's fierce blue eyes watched him.

"Um, I just needed a little escape." John laughed a little bit to cover his nervousness, "The daily grind you know. This looked like a good place." The way the Canaan was looking at him made John feel strange, the pit of his stomach twisting into knots as the dog's smile widened slightly.

"Really. Well a good-looking wolf like you in a suit must do something important. Are you a doctor or a lawyer?" the dog said with a grin and a hungry look in his eyes that made John's ears burn. The dog leaned his head in close to John's so the wolf could hear easier, "The politicians always change before coming in here."

"I'm a lawyer actually." John said, a smile creeping into his face as he drank more from his glass. The taste of the drink made the wolf lick his lips as he finished it. The vodka was much, much stronger then the drinks he had been nursing and it tasted very good. John looked a little closer at his new companion as he ordered another drink for the wolf.

The dog's white fur was short and fluffy. It was a creamy, smooth color, and that brought the dog's fiercely blue eyes out so much they seemed to leap out at John as the dog grinned at him. The dog's muzzle was thick and his jaw was strong, his ears large and triangular, and they perked up as John looked at him. The Canaan was wearing a silver necklace with a small star of David on it, and John swallowed nervously when he got another look at how well built the dog was. This dog was an alpha. He had conditioned his body to peak physical condition and knew exactly how to use it.

After the long moment of silence as the two males sized each other up, the dog said, "So you're a lawyer? That sure beats construction work." The dog said, finishing his drink easily. "I know we pay our resident suit and tie a lot of cash."

"Construction?" John said, his ears cupping towards Alon in an attempt to hear him better. "So can I blame you for the traffic I see every day in the High Five?" the wolf said with a smile, unsure why he was so bold as to tease a stranger like that.

The dog laughed heartily, grinning at John. "Oh no, that's state crews. I'm a site manger down at those new high rise apartments on Fifth and Elm. I wish we had the state backing us up. That way we could avoid getting sued. We're going to lose money on this job just from the legal fees alone." The dog smirked lightly, his tongue smoothly sliding along the side of his muzzle as he licked his chops. "You wouldn't by any chance," the dog said as he dipped his head close to John's, their muzzles almost brushing against each other, "be able to recommend somebody new I could work with?"

John felt his face grow flush, and he looked away. The way the dog said those words made it very clear they were no longer talking about work anymore. John looked at the Canaan, who smiled in an easy, friendly way that did not conceal the lust in his eyes at all. There was only one thing on the dog's mind tonight, and it involved something John did not want to think about.

"I don't really know about that." John mumbled, "Umm, I got to go take a leak." The wolf slid off his bar stool and quickly pushed his way through the crowd towards the back of the club. There had to be a restroom around here somewhere.

He found one in a back hallway behind the dance floor. He pushed his way inside, and regretted following thru on his lie about using the restroom. The restroom was huge and packed with young men dressed in swanky clothes, chatting to each other as they waited their turn. A pack of wolves was leaning against one wall, just lingering in the scent soaked room, and leering at people as they passed by.

One of the wolves, a big male with a white bolt of lightning on his shoulder, flashed John a wide grin. Then the other wolf jerked his muzzle up in a greeting, and then back towards the stalls behind him. It was part greeting and part challenge, and John flicked his eyes away from the alpha and took a spot in line to avoid him. It was a sign of weakness, sure, but John didn't want to deal with another wolf right now.

John had to smile weakly and mumbled a hello when the young coyote standing in front of him actually turned around and asked him his name, his bushy tail flicking back and forth as they both waited in line. The wolf's nose twitched and he began to panic quietly as the coyote babbled at him, talking insensately as the wolf pack beside them began to mumble to each other and grin at John.

John's nostril's nearly closed and he began panting for breath to avoid breathing the air. The scent of the room was absolutely overpowering. There were no walls separating the urinals from each other, and no ventilation system pulling the smell of urine and male arousal out of the room. It felt like the small crowded room was closing in on John, and he looked for a way out without giving away the fact that he was here under false pretenses.

John glanced towards the stalls, and knew he did not want to go down the short, dark, hallway to use them. None of the stalls had doors, and he could see that even the first stall had more then one occupant. The wolf almost barked in fright when someone tall bumped against him from behind, and the wolf kept his eyes focused in front of him to avoid eye contact with whoever it was. There was no way he was going to be able to have privacy here, and no way he could get away from the looks of the other males. No way he could get away from the smells, or the effects they were having on him.

When his turn came, John was relieved that the urinal that opened up was against the far wall, well away from the other wolves and chatty coyote. The wolf kept his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him and tried very hard not to notice the person who took the urinal beside him. The wolf saw a flash of white from the corner of his eye, and he regretted glancing to the side. There was the tall, white furred Canaan from the bar staring blatantly at him as John unzipped his slacks and began to pee.

It was the most uncomfortable, horrible piss the wolf had ever experienced as he fought against his own growing arousal. John could not help but think about the males standing around him as they touched themselves, touched each other, and in the case of at least one cat who was yowling back in the stalls, fucking each other. John couldn't stop thinking about it, especially with the dog staring at him. The strange dog was making no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking right at the wolf's dick as John peed.

The worst part was that John wanted to look back. He wanted to glance, just for a second, at the male beside him. The dog was doing it after all, and he was being so insistent, following him in here, watching him. The urge to look back grew and grew, making the wolf's breathing shallow until after a long minute John looked. His eyes fixed on the canine's thick, pink dick as it hung out of his jeans, surrounded by short pubic fur that was a salt and pepper white. John involuntarily licked his lips as the big, crowned head bounced up and down slightly as the dog shook himself off.

There was a low, almost growled sound, as the dog rumbled, "Hey again."

Fear gripped John's chest and he looked up, his eyes meeting the deep blue eyes of the tall, muscled dog he had been sitting with. The dog's muzzle broke into a big grin, and John caught the wag of the dog's tail out of the comer of his eye. The dog licked his chops slowly, and John jumped a little when the dog began stroking his rapidly growing erection, pointing it at John as he tilted his head towards the bathroom stalls.

John snapped his eyes back to the wall in front of him, and he was almost unable to zip himself up he was so freaked out. John did not stop to wash his paws; he just scrambled his way out of the restroom and away from the dog, rushing so quickly that he ran into a short feline on his way out, who hissed at him in annoyance.

As John left the bathroom the scent of booze and perfume replaced the much strong scent of male musk and urine. The music and lights deafened and blinded him once more. John pushed through the crowd with no direction in mind, just hoping to reach an exit, until he reached the edge of the dance floor. There he stopped, unwilling to make his way into the sea of moving, half naked bodies he found in front of him. The wolf leaned against one of the poles holding up the second floor of the building, his tail pinned to his legs and his gray suit feeling terribly stuffy as it rubbed against his fur. Even his normally comfortable tie felt like a noose around his neck, and he loosened it slowly as he tried to calm himself down.

John closed his eyes as his heart raced, and he mentally cursed himself for being so stupid, panting from the fear and anxiety the encounter had engendered in him. John put one paw to his forehead and sighed, running his fingers through his short head fur and down between his ears, which were pressed flat against his head. He needed to get out of this bar and clear his head. Being around so many obvious tail raisers was playing tricks on his head, and the noisy atmosphere and booze was not helping combat the loneliness anymore.

John was about to leave when a pair of strong arms slid around his waist and someone pressed up close to him from behind. The wolf jumped, his fur fluffing out as the strong, male arms hugged him tightly from behind and held him in place against the pole. A now familiar scent filled his nose, and John tried to pull away from the Canaan, but the dog's arms held him tight as the white furred muzzle pressed against the back of John's neck. A cold, wet nose snuffled at the base of his right ear, and John shivered as teeth nipped tenderly at the scruff of his neck. "Where you going, wolf?" The dog's deep voice said, the words rumbling out of the strong chest behind John and making his knees shake.

"I'm was just," John gasped a little as a white dog paw pulled gently on his tie, holding onto it like it was a leash, "Going home..." John panted, once more trying to break free of the dog's arms. He tried to use his one free paw to pry away the dog's right arm, but John gasped as the strong arms crushed him in a fierce hug and the dog kissed his neck roughly.

The dog's muzzle was long and his firm jaw rubbed against the collar of John's suit, forcing his shirt back and pressing against his the fur of his collarbone in a way that made the wolf begin panting heavily. John's back arched as the dog's teeth returned to his neck to nibbling slowly, almost tenderly, pulling at the scruff of his neck in a way that made the wolf's whole body tingle and his tail curl between his legs. It was a purely canine response, instinct overriding thought, which made John stop struggling and whimper like a puppy as the scruff of his neck was gently bit by the dog.

"You're not really leaving so soon?" The dog asked, his paws beginning to rub at John's stomach, "But you didn't even tell me your name..." the soothing voice said, and John managed to twist himself around enough to the white furred dog in the eyes.

The canine's face lit up into a big, mischievous smile, his blue eyes sparking like the star on his necklace as he rubbed his tawny white muzzle against John's cheek, the sides of their muzzles rubbing together as the dog stared into John's eyes. The intensity of that stare captivated John for a moment, and the wolf forgot where he was and what was happening to him long enough to say his name.

"John," the wolf mumbled, licking his lips nervously as the dog held him close.

John stared into the dog's eyes as he smiled slowly. "Shalom John." The words were easy, as if they were just two people talking instead of one male being held in place by another. "I'm Alon." The dog said evenly, shifting his grip on the wolf so they were pressed even closer together. The dog's bare chest pressed against the white dress shirt John wore under his suit jacket. John tensed as he felt a firm bulge press against the inside of his leg, the dog's strong thighs rubbing against his own as the dog's tail wagged. John tried to pull away from the dog quickly. This time, Alon moved with him and backed the scared wolf right out onto the dance floor.

Now John could not hope to escape the dog's embrace. A crowd of shifting, dancing young men surrounded him, their fur rubbing against his suit and trousers. The small, slinky shorts they all seemed to be wearing would have serve them better as underwear, and they ground against each other in a sea of colorful, fluffy lust barely contained as erections strained fabric almost to the breaking point. John recoiled from the crowd and right into the arms of the white furred dog.

Alon murred softly as John pressed against him, and John could not pull back fast enough when the dog's muzzle dipped down and Alon kissed him suddenly. John whimpered as his muzzle meshed with the dog's muzzle. Alon's grip even forced John to turn his head slightly to the side like a female would, their kiss deepening as their muzzles joined. John tried to pull back, but he was unable to move away. The dog had too firm s grip on back of his head and his hips.

John nearly gagged as Alon's tongue slipped into his muzzle, and the dog's paw slid down John's butt slowly. It was a sensual, slow kiss that made John's heart flutter and his ears burn in a familiar and very arousing way. This was like all the times he had seduced Stephanie at home when he thought he could still tempt her into staying home for the night. The only difference was that this time he was playing Stephanie's role.

The club, the dog's repeated advances, the kiss, the sensation of another man paw sliding past his belt and grabbing hold of his ass was totally alien to John. John's loud whimper was lost in the din, and his tail lifted a little as the dog's strong paw rubbed at his butt. Being held against the body of another male was wonderful and terrifying all at once. No matter how thrilling it was to be touched like that, to be wanted physically by someone else, all of this just did not fit with John's world and the wolf pulled away from Alon with a loud whine.

John pushed past several dancing guys and raced away from the dog. Alon reached out and tried to grab the wolf's tail to stop him and missed. The wolf's fluffy tail had snapped to his legs and out of the dog's reach as the wolf ran in total fear out of the club.

John reached the back of the club and pushed his way out the emergency exit door, figuring if there had ever been a moment in his life that was an emergency this was it. The wolf jogged a short distance away from the club and out of the alley, ending up on the street again standing only a few cars down from where he had parked his own mid-sized sedan. The wolf panted heavily to regain his composure, his breath billowing in the night air as he adjusted his tie and made his way to his car.

The wolf reached into his back pocket for his keys and found nothing. John frantically checked his other pockets and found nothing but his wallet and cell phone. He had lost his keys, or worse, what if someone stole them? John looked back at the club, panting in fear. Either way, he could not go back in there and look for them now. Alon would still be in there, and John knew just how much a wolf in a business suit stood out in that crowd.

What was he supposed to do? He could not call Stephanie, and Jake would not pick up the phone a second time tonight. He had no friends to call; he would never have come here if he'd had someone to call. John's eyes darted up and down the once welcoming and busy street. Everywhere he looked there were males holding paws. The whole neighborhood was filled with tail raising, gay males. He could never call a coworker or neighbor and get picked up here. He would never live it down at the office, and he might lose his job. Even a taxi was no good, because then how would he get his car home and get inside his house? "Shit!" John yelled, on the verge of hyperventilating. What the hell was he going to do?

"John!" The wolf's ears shot up and he turned around, pressing against his car in fright as Alon jogged up to him, his Star of David necklace bouncing as he ran. "John," the white furred dog said quieter this time, grinning ear-to-ear as he stood just inches from the older wolf. "You dropped your keys."

John's eyes flicked from the dog's face to the shiny ring of keys he was holding up. John licked his nose nervously as the dog closed his paw around the keys. Alon put one paw on the wolf's car and leaned in close to John. "You left in kind of a hurry there." Alon said evenly, a hint of concern in his voice. "I come on a little strong for you?"

"Yes." John said quickly, his muzzle bobbing up and down as he nodded, "and well I'm not..." John stopped, realizing how stupid it sounded to deny being tail raiser to someone he had just met inside a gay bar. Somebody he had just kissed in a gay bar. "It's just, I don't usually go to bars like this, and I didn't..."

"Know how to react. It's cool, I'm a bit," Alon paused and put his other paw on the wolf's car, sort of corralling the wolf against his sedan, "aggressive I guess." The dog's weight shifted the car, and John was struck by just how much bigger then him Alon was. As the young masculine dog leaned towards the middle-aged wolf his tail wagged back and forth. John whined softly as the dog's arms encircled him without actually touching him. Alon's voice rumbled and he was obviously laying the charm on thick. If John hadn't been scared out of his mind he might have found it charming even. "I just wanted to know why a middle aged suit like you would be in a place like the Underground."

John blinked once, and watched as the dog's tongue slowly licked his lips. "I didn't mean to end up here, I just sort of did." John muttered lamely, his thoughts mostly consumed by the fact that Alon's body was so dangerously close to his own. The dog's legs and arms brushed against his, the end of his white muzzle hung an inch from John's nose, and the dog was obviously aroused. It was so obvious what Alon wanted. In fact, the front of his jeans were tented out so far they almost touched John's trousers. The wolf wanted to whimper and slink away, to just drive home, curl up in bed, and pretend this night had never happened. John would never go out like this again, he'd forget about his problems and stop being so stupid. He just had to get his keys.

John swallowed nervously, trying to think of what to say to make the dog leave him alone. "I don't get out much," he said lamely, and John instantly flattened his ears at how pathetic that sounded coming from a middle-aged attorney.

"Really?" Alon asked easily, as if there were nothing wrong and they were just talking like normal people. "Not many wolves your age come around the Tail Underground. I'm glad I got the chance to catch you." The dog's voice dripped with innuendo, and John could feel it as the dog's tented pants began to rub against his thigh.

"What kind of dog are you?" John asked in bewilderment, staring at the canine's grin as he tried to figure out what kind of person would hit on another man like this. The dog had mentioned their age difference and shrugged it away as unimportant all at once, as if it didn't matter at all that John was probably old enough to be his father.

"I'm a Canaan dog you silly wolf," the dog's finger's brushed the star of David around his neck, "I thought the Star would have given that away." John blushed as the dog licked his face. Alon had no idea what the wolf had actually meant. "Where you headed now John?" Alon said with a big, eager grin that made John very uncomfortable.

John stared at Alon. He was acting like nothing about this situation was wrong . Of course, that was why the dog was acting like this. There was nothing wrong about this for him. John blushed and nearly kicked himself as he figured it out. Hitting on another guy was perfectly normal for Alon. He probably did it every day.

"Home," John muttered, and the dog's eyes lit up and his ears lifted up.

"Sounds perfect." The dog practically leapt away from John and bounced over the hood of the wolf's car. John stared at the display of sheer athleticism from the young male. John knew that the well-built dog was exactly the kind of guy John had always admired. Strong, self assured, handsome, and with a body to die for. Alon grinned and unlocked the car doors with a click of the remote on John's key ring. "Lets go, hot stuff." Alon said playfully, opening the passenger door as he tossed the keys to John.

John caught his keys in one paw and gaped as the dog just got into the passenger side of his car and closed the door, leaving him standing outside by himself. He glanced down through his window, the tinting making it hard to see the grinning, eager young dog in his passenger seat, but he could see the streak of white as the dog's tail slapped against the armrest.

How in the hell had this happened? John swallowed nervously and couldn't think of anything to do but get in his car. As he did, he glanced uncomfortably at the young, gay male sitting beside him. The dog was waiting for him to drive him home, where presumably the dog was expecting they would have sex. Alon reached over and grabbed John's knee, squeezing it gently. "Come on John, the night is young," the dog said playfully, licking the side of John's muzzle in a canine kiss.

John gasped softly, his leg tensing as what felt like a jolt of electricity ran up his leg and grounded itself right in his crotch. The wolf trembled as Alon's paw took hold of his tie and pulled the wolf towards him, so the dog could kiss him again. Their muzzle meshed for a minute, as the dog kissed him slowly. "Don't worry," Alon said with a big grin, letting John's tie go so the wolf could drive. "Everything will be fine, okay?"

John stared at the dog's blue eyes for a moment, and then slid his key into the ignition. The lights from his dashboard reflected on the silver wedding ring on the wolf's right paw, and John realized just what he was about to do. The excitement, the rush, the booze, the fear, all of it dropped away as he stared at his wedding ring, and for a moment John was thinking very clearly as he turned the key and the engine of his car rumbled to life.

Alon was not going to take no for an answer once they were alone in John's house. The dog would want to go all the way, and John's heart sank as he realized just what position he was likely to play compared to the taller, stronger male sitting in his passenger seat. Could he really raise his tail to another male and betray his wife? He had just meet Alon, but the young dog had paid more attention to him in the last half hour then Stephanie had in the last year. Hell, she was in the middle of raising her tail for another male, why couldn't he?

John cursed, threw the car into reverse, and drove the dog home.

***

John flicked on the kitchen light and padded his way across his kitchen. The drive had been excruciating, mostly because the Canaan kept one paw on his knee and played with his tie the whole way, even going so far as to lean over and lick his face at stop lights, ignoring the angry, disgusted stares of the other drivers around them. John's tail was pinned to his leg and he was trembling all over as the white furred Canaan dog followed him through the dark house towards his bedroom door. John stopped at the door, trembling slightly as he stood at the threshold of his own room. He was afraid to go inside, afraid of what was going to happen now that he had brought the dog here, and defiantly afraid of how much he wanted it.

John suppressed the urge to shudder as the dog came up right behind him, his nose sniffing at the back of the wolf's head. "Well now, this is a bit of a surprise..." Alon muttered, paws caressing John's hips slowly. "I was expecting some bachelor pad in the city, not a real house in the Burbs." The dog's voice was low, and he licked the back of John's ears slowly. John felt a shiver run down his spine. He used to do that to Stacy when he wanted to mount her, back when she would still accept his advances. Having it happen to him now unsettled the wolf badly, especially because it felt so good.

Then the dog said something that made John's heart leap into his throat, and he suppressed a whine as the dog's muzzle pressed against the nape of his neck from behind. "Why don't you show me the bedroom John?"

John closed his eyes, his head tilted back and his breath coming in gasps as the dog's fingers stroked at his silk tie. The wolf whimpered, his shoulders shaking a little as he grasped the door handle. "Okay, just be gentle. I've never," John swallowed nervously, "I've never done this before."

The dog gasped, his paws gripping John's hips like a vise. "You're a virgin?" the dog barked in surprise, his teeth nipping at John's neck in excitement as his tail began to wag back and forth so hard it thumped against the wall. "I figured you had lost a partner or something, but I get to be the first dog," John jumped as firm paws grabbed his ass and the dog turned his muzzle to the side so they were face-to-face, "to breed your sexy tail?" The Canaan grinned and kissed John hard.

John whimpered and tensed as the dog's paw unbuckled his belt and unzipping his pants slowly. John was deeply ashamed that when the dog's white paw slipped into his boxers, Alon's paw closed around an already hard dick. The feeling of smooth skin on his dick startled John, and he was about to pull away when the dog's paw joined his on the door handle. "Then let's not wait any..." the dog's words trailed of in shock as he opened the door to John's bedroom.

Silence reigned for a moment as both males looked over the wolf's bedroom. John opened his mouth a little in shock, swiveled his ears backward, and wanted to die on the spot.

The room was lit by softly glowing candles John had carefully arranged hours before. Rose petals were scattered across the bed in a heart shape and a bottle of chilled champagne rested by the nightstand in an ice bucket now filled only with water. John looked at the dog about to explain when Alon's white muzzle split into a huge grin. He chuckled a little and looked at the wolf, his paws beginning to undo the buttons on John's shirt as he lifted his nose up and smirked at the wolf. "You must be a real romantic John, to plan so hard for your first time. What if I hadn't followed you home tonight? I could have..."

The dog stopped talking as his nose twitched. John felt his heart sink as the dog's nostril's flared as the white furred dog dragged in a big lungful of air to test the scents in the room. The wolf was well aware of what the dog could smell, and he was avoiding it himself by breathing through his mouth just like he always did. "Shit John," the Canaan muttered, his nose still twitching and his face darkening as he cataloged the scents. "I've been dying to fuck you for an hour. You didn't need to ruin the mood by lying about being a virgin."

"I, I'm not lying." John protested his muzzle dipping down as his shoulders began to tremble. The dog's fingers ran through the fur on his chest as John drew in a shuddering breath. "This, this wasn't for you. I didn't, plan you." The dog's eyes narrowed, and John could feel the tears begin to form in his eyes as the Canaan stared at him. "It's my anniversary." John said quietly, in a pleading way that made the older wolf sound small and very, very alone.

Alon's breathing was deep and slow as he controlled the anger that was building inside him. He pressed his muzzle against the wolf's cheek, his paws tightly gripping the older male's shoulders as he pushed him up against the wall. "Anniversary," the dog said quietly, his blue eyes boring into the wolf's soft brown gaze. "You're married to a real bitch. Another wolf?" The dog's tone was clipped and he sounded very, very angry. John nodded slightly. "And tonight, right now," Alon barked, "it's your anniversary."

John swallowed and nodded once, his voice suddenly very hoarse, "Our twentieth," he whispered with downcast eyes. The wolf held up his paw, feebly showing the dog his wedding ring. John turned his eyes towards the bed of roses and candles, his heart breaking at the sight of all his hard work recreating his wedding night. "This was supposed to be for her." Silence reigned between the two males as they stared at the romantically decorated room.

Alon let John go and squared his shoulders, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily. The dog was obviously angry, far angrier then John expected him to be. "So you're not just some middle aged lawyer trying to unwind after a day at the office." The dog looked John right in the eyes, his tongue licking his lips. "Not a confused closet case who's just figuring out he would really rather be somebody's bitch, not a high power attorney. You really did just wander in the Underground without thinking. You're not even gay," the dog sneered, "Are you?"

John shook his head slowly, "No," the wolf whimpered, knowing full well how much it sounded like a lie with his dick hanging out of his pants.

The tension in the air went up a notch as the dog closed his eyes and breathed in deeply for a few seconds, bottling up his anger. Then those fierce blue eyes snapped open, the dog's muzzle shot forward as he bared his teeth. "Then why the hell," Alon growled at the wolf, "do I smell so many males in this room John?"

The wolf's ear's flattened against his head, and he cringed as the dog snarled at him, "Why does this room stink like fifty men have gotten their rocks of in here with a wolf, if you're a virgin..." Alon's eyes widened slowly as he saw the wounded look on the wolf's face and the way he cringed away from the dog. Alon took another deep breath just to make sure he was right. Then he said quietly, "Those men weren't in bed with you, were they John?"

John closed his eyes and winced as if the dog had hit him, and John put his own paws across his muzzle to hold back any sound that might escape. It would probably be a sob. The wolf had long ago trained himself not to breathe through his nose when in his own bedroom. He could not take coming home to the tangy scent of his wife mingled with a hundred different males.

And that was the truth of the matter. The room reeked of sex. There were cats, dogs, horses, other wolves, and even one very viral fox who had been coming back for years. A whole menagerie of men had come, cum, and gone over the years. Each scent was a varying degree of age and intensity, and the air in the room read like a sign in sheet for Stephanie's legs. John had spent years trying to cover the scent, masking it with flowers and perfumes, new paint, new bed sheets, anything he could do without acknowledging the fact that he knew what his wife was doing, but the scent was always there. It was soaked into the mattress, floorboards, and walls by now. John felt tears drip down his cheeks, soaking the fur along the side of his muzzle as the dog's arms encircled John's shoulders.

John let out a shuddering sob as the Canaan's teeth began nipping gently at the collar of his shirt. The sharp canine teeth pulled at John's tie, loosening it slowly as the wolf began to pant for air in the dog's embrace, filling his lungs with Alon's musk instead of the room's scent, trying not to cry. The dog's paws went lower, one paw on his left butt cheek and the other under his right shoulder blade as he held the wolf, hugging him tenderly as John cried into his shoulder. "Where is she now John?" The Canaan dog asked quietly, his lips brushing the wolf's ear.

Eventually John said, "With someone else."

Alon looked at the wolf in complete disbelief. He had never seen a male so heart broken and defeated as John looked right now. Not even his last boyfriend had reacted like this when things went south, and that had been a very messy break up. John's head was hung low, his ears just sort of drooped, and he sagged against Alon as if had no fight left in him at all. John's wife must have used a long string of men to beat the will out of him.

The dog reached up a white paw and cupped the side of John's face, and those brown eyes opened for a second to meet the concerned look on Alon's face. Tears brimmed in the older wolf's eyes, "She's with another man," the wolf said quietly, "on our wedding night," the wolf sobbed, "and now so am I," and John's eyes closed tight as the dog hugged him.

The wolf began to sob quietly as Alon comforted him. He held the wolf for a moment longer, and then started to lick away his tears. The dog's muzzle bumped against John's, forcing the gray muzzle up with his own so that the wolf was looking him in the eyes. The dog muttered something into the fur of his throat that John could not hear, and he gasped lightly as the dog's teeth nipped at his bare neck. It was like the dog was comforting him even as he continued to feel him up.

John realized with a start that was exactly what was happening. Alon was still seducing him. This was still foreplay. The dog was lavishing him with sweet, comforting words and gestures designed to make the wolf feel better, yes, but it was still foreplay. The dog was still going to fuck him, and John was doing nothing to stop it from happening. He just stood there as Alon held him tenderly, and did not resist when the dog pulled the wolf out of his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away as the dog began to kiss John again.

The middle-aged wolf gasped, his body tensing as the dog's muzzle meshed possessively with his own. The dog's paws continued undressing him, pushing John's pants and boxers down around his ankles so that the wolf was effectively naked. The sudden chill broke him out of his daze and John sputtered into a kiss as he pulled away.

John turned his face away from the dog, but Alon's mouth dove at the nape of the wolf's neck. A jolt ran down John's spine as the dog's firm jaw pressed against his jugular, tongue swabbing at the wolf's fur until it touched the skin beneath, the Canaan's lips kissing and nipping at John's throat. "No, no stop it," The wolf whimpered loudly, his paws feebly pushing at the dog's white chest.

Alon growled and pushed back, pressing John against the wall. "No John, you stop it." The dog's eyes weren't angry; they were just determined as he pressed the older, naked wolf up against the wall. The wolf yelped like a puppy as the Canaan's muscular body pressed up against his smaller frame. John felt another twinge of arousal as the dog's muzzle rubbed against his neck. Being held in place by someone so much stronger and younger was something he had never felt before, and it made his tail curl up between his legs to cover his growing erection, except the dog's leg was in the way, pressed up between John's legs.

"You want this to happen." Alon growled quietly, staring John in the eye. "You wanted it back at the club or I would never have made it into your car." The dog's eyes meet with John's, and the wolf trembled at the intensity he saw in Alon's fierce blue eyes.

"Your wife is with another man on your damn anniversary. She's been cheating on you for a long damn time John." The dog's paws gripped John's fur, twisting a little bit as he pressed his nose against the wolf's throat, holding him possessively. "I can smell all the different guys she's had in here. There were least ten in the last month, maybe more. Some have been here over and over again. The scents are old, John, maybe years old. You must be able to smell it unless something's wrong with your nose. She's using you, you know it, and you're still trying to please her. " The dog pointed to the bed, at the roses and candles and glared at the wolf, "What was all that supposed to be?"

"It's what our wedding night looked like." John's voice was so hollow as he looked over at the romantic setup he had spent so long crafting for Stephanie.

"Why would you do that for someone who is using you?" Alon waited for John to respond again, but the wolf just hung his head in shame. "You know what that means John?" The dog whispered, his lips brushing against John's ear. The wolf shook his head just a little, and the dog chuckled softly in his ear. "It means that you're her bitch." Alon whispered, his lips moving against John's ear, and the wolf knew it was true.

The wolf whimpered as the sound of a belt being undone reached his ears, and Alon began disrobing as he continued to talk. "You let her walk all over you, spend your money, sleep with other guys in your own bed. You're an omega bitch John, not an alpha. You're not even a male as far as she's concerned. At least with me, you'll get something out of being the bitch." John could feel Alon's paw brush against his erection as the dog unzipped his pants. The rough denim slid across John's erection just before the warm fur of the dog's belly pressed against it. John tensed as the dog's naked body press up against him, their erections rubbing together between their bellies as the dog held him tightly. John could feel the taut muscles of the dog's stomach press against the slight padding of his own. The dog lifted John's arms up by hugging him around the chest, so the wolf was forced to hug Alon back around his neck like every girl he had ever been with did as they kissed. The wolf whimpered, his legs shaking from arousal. He would have fallen over at this point if Alon had not been holding him up against the wall and kissing him.

"And guess what John," Alon muttered once he had gotten enough of the wolf's muzzle, "From now on you're going to be my wolf bitch," the white furred Canaan dog said with a grin, "and unlike your wife, I know how to treat a bitch right."

John yelped as Alon's strong arms lifted him up into the air. Then the dog turned around and tossed the wolf onto the bed like he was a rag doll. John landed naked in the rose petals, his legs spread, pants dangling from one paw. John flattened his ears, his paws clutching at his comforter as Alon pulled a slim tube from the pocket of his pants and approached the bed.

The wolf was frozen in place by fear as the dog advanced on him. He just lay back on the bed, stunned at the dog's sudden display of strength. He didn't even move when Alon stooped down, grabbed his left hind paw, and proceeded to pull John's shoes and slacks off. That left the gray furred wolf naked, lying on his wedding night bed except for his white socks, waiting for the towering male dog to have his way with him. A low whine escaped John's throat as the dog popped the cap on a bottle of lubricant open with a snap and said, "Roll over," with a grin.

It was a command, pure and simple, and John followed it without argument, turning over as Alon squeezed the lube onto one of his pink paw pads. The wolf closed his eyes and he was trembling as he got onto his hands and knees, his butt in the air. John was so scared his tail was tucked tightly between his legs, covering his tail hole and family jewels. John's paws clutched at his own pillow; his nostrils filled with the scent of roses, scented candles, and one very aroused dog. There was nothing else, not the other men who had slept in this bed, Stephanie's sweet scent, or even the cotton of the sheets. Just the smell of roses and dog filled John's nose as he waited for what the wolf knew was coming next.

John's heart leapt as he felt the bed shift under Alon's weight as the dog joined him on the bed. His ears twitched backwards at the slick sound of lube being squeezed out of the tube and the snap of the cap being closed. John trembled and waited for his tail to be jerked out of the way and for the dog to put his dick inside him. He was going to be fucked, probably roughly, used like a bitch by this much stronger male. John's face burned with shame because part of him wanted this to happen so badly.

Specifically, the seven and half inches of wolf dick that hung between his legs wanted this to happen. John felt a paw settle on his left butt cheek and he whimpered like a puppy in fright. Then the dog's arm reached up under him, between his legs and past his quivering tail. John whimpered even louder as Alon's paw wrapped around his dick, spreading the slick lubricant across his erection. The touch sent shivers down his spine, and the wolf's tail willingly snaked from between his legs and to the side as the paw began to move along his shaft, smearing the wet lube across the length of his cock. John could feel the night air on his tail hole, and the faint brush of a cold wet nose as the dog sniffed his tail. Then Alon made John yelp loudly by planting a warm wet kiss right on the wolf's puckered tail hole.

John's body jerked forward but the dog's muzzle followed, pressing between the cheeks of his ass with a happy growl. John nearly fainted as he felt the warm, snaking sensation of a tongue lapping at his butt as the dog's paw began really stroking his swollen member. The wolf practically moaned the words, "What are you doing?" as the dog's agile tongue actually pressed at the ring of his ass and slipped inside for just a moment.

Alon chuckled softly, sending another shiver up John's spine because he was basically laughing right into John's butt. "Oh please John," the dog said, moving his mouth up to the base of John's tail, which he grabbed in his teeth. John's eyes widened as the dog held the root of his tail gently in his mouth, tugging on it playfully. The wolf yelped really loudly when the dog slid his muzzle up the wolf's tail, teeth running through fur on John's tail without pulling it, sending shivers of pleasure right up John's spine. It was so incredibly sexual that John left his tail hoisted up in the air like a flag.

The wolf was panting heavily now; his hips bucking forward a little into the slick paw continued teasing his erection. Alon chuckled again, patting John's butt with his strong paw as he said, "I told you John, I know how to treat a bitch right. You must have tongued a woman before you mounted her, to get her nice and wet? I'm doing the same thing." John's response was delayed by a yip as the dog's mouth returned to his clenched anus.

"Yes I've tongued a woman," John moaned through clenched teeth, his paws clutching at the bed sheets as he squirmed in delight as the sliding, exploring tongue dipped back inside him. Combined with the paw slowly squeezing his dick, he felt like he was about to exploded. "But, but, but that's different, this is," John sputtered and could not finish the sentence after another minute of slow rimming frayed his nerves. John was unable to fathom how the young dog could do something like this with his tongue and why the hell it felt so damn good.

"Yes, butt." Alon said, his muzzle appearing in John's field of vision for a moment with a huge grin, "A good clean butt I might add," the dog emphasized the statement with a playful slap on John's left ass cheek, which made the wolf bark and squirm some more as Alon's paw tightened down on John's dick like it was a handle.

The dog's paw on his dick kept the wolf from moving his hips forward, forcing John to kept his butt thrust out and up against the dog's strong chest. "You're my bitch now John, a bitch who I am going to get nice and wet and then fuck." The dog said the last word almost an octave lower, and John could feel the dog's hard dick poking at his rump, sliding up through his butt crack as the dog humped at John's presented rear end for emphasis.

That made the wolf whimper, his ears turning backwards as the dog went on, "I'm going to pop this very sweet cherry of yours that you've kept for oh so long John, and I'm sure you're going to be a very good bitch." Alon knelt back down and his lips brushed against John's tail hole. John could just feel it as the dog said with a grin, "Now hush up and enjoy this."

'Enjoy' did not adequately describe the toe curling, sheet grabbing pleasure John felt as the dog rimmed him out and stroked his dick. John was in heaven. He could feel it as Alon's slick, wriggling tongue pushed into his butt, exploring and teasing the wolf's insides. John had his face pushed into his pillow, and he chewed the cotton fabric and moaned as the minutes ticked by slowly. The dog's tongue worked him over good, the dog's spit leaving his ass good and wet as his paw kept the wolf hard the whole time without letting him get off.

John could see his bedside clock, and for ten long minutes Alon shoved his muzzle between the wolf's cheeks, licked at his tail, and sent shivers up John's spine. By the time the Canaan finally slipped a well-lubed finger into John's tail hole, the wolf was moaning just like a bitch in heat. John barked in pleasure and actually pushed back against the invading finger, which slipped deep inside him and gave the wolf the strangest feeling of fullness he had ever felt. The finger was removed, more lube applied and then it slipped back in again, cool and wet inside John. It made the wolf shiver, because John knew the dog was getting him ready to take it in the ass like a good bitch.

After a few minutes of slow fingering the dog's tongue returned and the nerve fraying rim job began again. This time at least it was broken in places by lubed fingers that spread him open, and playful bites at his tail and butt cheeks. After twenty minutes of the dog's tongue, stroking paw, and teasing fingers working him over John was practically begging for Alon to fuck him. John tried to actually say the words out loud, but they caught in his throat and he ended up just moaning into his pillow. The wolf even had his ass thrust up in the air as his tail wagged, begging in the most animal way for Alon to put his dick inside him.

The wolf's mind cleared a bit when the paws retreated and the muzzle moved away. John felt the bed shift as Alon crouched over him, strong legs press against the back of the wolf's knees. He could feel firm paws gripping his hips, and John took a shuddering breath as the hard tip of Alon's cock pressed against his tail hole, and then suddenly the dog was inside him.

There was no warning and no pain. Just a single, short thrust of the dog's hips and Alon was inside him, balls pressed against the wolf's rump. John's muzzle opened and he nearly fainted as the Canaan's dick stretched him open. It filled John with a sense of fullness in his tail and deep physical pleasure of a kind he had never experienced before. It felt so good being taken the wolf just sort of froze, his back arching as the lean, muscular dog lay down on top of him and took the back of his neck in his jaws.

John's paws gripped the sheets as he was forced forward on his hands and knees, crouched under the dog's body like he was in the push up position. The wolf whimpered quietly as one of Alon's arms wrapped around his chest and the dog's jaws gripped his neck tightly. John even began to pant happily when Alon's other paw reached around his right thigh and grabbed hold of the wolf's dick, stroking him as the dog's penis began to move inside him.

John groaned in pleasure, his body shuddering as the dog's paw and shaft stroked him inside and out, electrifying the wolf's body. He pushed back against Alon, tail pinned to the side as his butt cheeks were spread by the dog's thick shaft. John's back legs feebly clutched at Alon's, his front paws scrambled a bit and he let out a low whimper as Alon's hips moved back and then forward. Then with a rumbled "My bitch," and a lick on the back of his ear Alon began to breed John, really fucking the wolf like he was a proper bitch.

John almost passed out as the sensation of being really, truly fucked washed over him. His tail was stretched open so wide it made his body ache in pleasure, but there was little pain because the dog had been so careful stretching and lubricating his tail. Alon's paw had a good, firm grip on John's dick and the wolf's body shook as the dog thrust into him. Alon even growled softly as he thrust, nipping at the wolf's neck possessively. John closed his eyes; his head tilted to the side in submission so Alon could reach his neck. The wolf just gave into the dog and let it happen.

John was bred. Bred like a bitch in heat by the alpha dog he had just met. John loved it so much he never wanted it to stop. The wolf paws clutched at the sheet as the dog thrust into him, his body tensing around the invading penis. The dog's shaft moved in a quick, deep rhythm that kept most of the canine's dick inside John, but it was always moving back and forth inside the wolf. John shouted and barked Alon's name, begging the dog to fuck him harder. It felt so good each time Alon drove his dick to the hilt inside John that the wolf was shocked he didn't pass out.

Then just as quickly as the mounting started, John felt himself begin to peak. The sensations were too much, and the foreplay had lasted too long for the middle-aged wolf to hold back any longer. Being fucked felt too good and it had simply been to long since anything had made him feel this good for attorney to hold his climax back.

John didn't want it to end so soon, and through the haze of building pleasure managed to pant, "Alon, slow down, I... I'm going to," John gasped, his body shivering. "Not yet, please not so soon," John whimpered, trying to hold himself back. The wolf yelped as teeth grabbed the back of his neck, pulling at his scruff roughly, forcing his head up so Alon could growl into his ear.

"No," Alon growled, "You're going to Cum now bitch," the Canaan whispered into John's ear, and the wolf gasped as the dog began to power fuck him, slamming his dick from tip to balls into the wolf's no longer virgin tail. John's claws dug into the sheets and his face twisted with pleasure as the dog's hard thrusts opened him up, filled him, and claimed him in a truly animal way. John's paws gripped the sheets so hard they tore under his short claws as the dog fucked him possessively. The wolf's body tensed, he felt his balls draw up, and with a drawn out moan John began to cum, his seed washing over Alon's paw as the dog jerked at his shaft. The wolf's dick throbbed, the pulsing sensation seeming to rule the way the wolf's body tensed as he sprayed cum over the dog paw wrapped around his dick and across the sheets of his bed. John even howled the Canaan's name to the moon as he was fucked to a powerful climax.

"Aloooooooooon," The wolf's muzzle was lifted up, his eyes closed tight and his ears folded back as he howled the Canaan's name as loudly as he could. It felt so right to howl the name of his alpha like that. The dog's name sounded as if it belonged on John's lips; just as the wolf's tensed, shaking body felt like it belonged underneath this male. Like the thick, ridged penis thrusting into his tail felt like it belonged there. John's mind slipped, and he felt all the horrible tension and anger of the day rush out of him as he came. He felt like he was floating as black spots danced across his vision. John lost all sense of time as he came harder than he had in perhaps his whole life, his head swimming as the dog's dick continued plowing through his clenched insides. That was all John could feel, the dick inside him and the paw pulling at his own shaft as Alon's finger worked the wolf's dick mercilessly.

Alon fucked John all the way through his first climax as a bitch, and John loved every moment of it.

John's muzzle dropped back to the pillow and his body trembled as his howling climax died away. John's ears were ringing and spots danced in front of his eyes as Alon's paw continued stroking the wolf's penis even though he had now stopped cumming. The feeling of that strong, firm paw sliding across the head of his over stimulated cock at made the wolf gasp, his body jumping as if shocked by the dog paw squeezing the head of his dick. Alon kept stroking John, firm paw sliding up around the sensitive head, down the hard shaft and around the wolf's thick knot, sending John into convulsions of pleasure so strong they hurt. Alon did it just to make the wolf jump and squeeze his tail down on the hard dick still inside him. John knew because Alon told him exactly that, nipping softly at his ear as John twisted and squirmed in pleasure underneath the larger male.

Eventually Alon's paw slid down his shaft and just held the wolf's knot, giving it a good squeeze as the dog nibbled on the back of John's neck that made stars dance in John's vision. The older wolf's dick ached almost painfully from the pleasure Alon was forcing on him. John whimpered and feebly pushed himself back against the male on top of him, his rump pressing flush with the dog's crotch. John submitted to Alon so completely that for a moment their bodies were nested together perfectly, Alon's penis pressed deeply inside John, rump and crotch brought flush together. Alon's shaft was hard, almost throbbing inside John as the wolf trembled in the afterglow of his first mating with another man.

"That's a good bitch," Alon whispered in his ear, his paw petting John's head slowly. The wolf whimpered softly as the smell of cum rushed into his nose, and John knew the dog had just smeared his own cum across his face. The wolf's tongue darted out of the side his muzzle and he shivered underneath Alon when he tasted cum for the first time. It was his own cum, forced out of him by another male's dick, which was still buried inside him. Alon panted in his ear for a while, grinning as he licked the wolf's muzzle and ears. Then Alon propped himself up a bit, giving John some room underneath his body so the wolf could catch his breath.

The high priced, powerful attorney wolf whimpered like a puppy when the dog's shaft started to slide out of his tail hole. John hurriedly pushed himself onto his hands and knees, arching his back and shoving his butt into the dog's lap just to keep Alon's dick inside him a little longer. John opened his eyes as Alon laughed happily in his ear, and he twisted around a little to stare at the dog who had just fucked him.

Alon was grinning like a kid in a candy store as he lay on John's back, his tail wagging back and forth as he looked John in the eyes. "You enjoy being my bitch, don't you John?" he asked with a wide grin, and the wolf ducked his head and blushed at being called a bitch, even though he had just been with this dog in the most intimate way possible.

Alon didn't say the word 'bitch' like it was some kind of derogatory slur either. Every time John had heard a male canine get called 'bitch', it had been an insult. The wolves and dogs John knew said the word with such bile that it made being somebody's 'bitch' the worst possible thing for a man to be. That wasn't the way Alon said it. The dog just said 'bitch' casually, almost affectionately, because that was what John was now. "My bitch," the dog muttered, his paws rubbing John's back lightly as he held himself still inside the wolf. There was no cruelty, no anger, and no incrimination, just a playful sound to the words. The Canaan dog acted like there was nothing wrong with anything that had happened. Maybe there wasn't.

John blushed as he watched the dog behind him as the big white dog wagged so much he wiggled back and forth against the wolf's ass. The white fur of the dog seemed to glow a little in the candlelight, and Alon nuzzled and licked the back of John's head affectionately. John smiled, his mouth hanging open as that dexterous tongue bathed the wolf's ears gently. John had a big smile on his face as he squirmed back against the man on top of him, his ears perking up under the gentle tongue lapping at the back of his head and nap of his neck. He was panting, completely winded after such a hard climax, but he felt more alive than he had in forever. He also felt so weak his legs and arms trembled, and he would have collapsed completely if Alon was not holding onto him.

"Oh god..." the wolf muttered, shaking all over. The fullness in his tail still sent shivers up his spine as Alon nipped at his neck. "That was..." he gulped down a lungful of air, and the dog's scent and the scent of his own cum filled his nose, "Amazing." John sighed, relaxing underneath Alon as the dog's strong arms that surrounded him in a hug, his chest heaving as Alon chuckled happily.

"I told you John, I know how to treat a bitch properly. Now, just relax baby." The dog pushed John gently forward, the movement causing the dog's shaft to slide wetly out of his tail. This time, the slightly hunched forward position felt much more natural to John. The sound of the lube being squeezed from then bottle again made John's ears turn backward up in surprise, and he twisted around just in time to see Alon spreading more of the clear gel over his thick, red cock. John licked his lips as the long red dick bounced for a second, jutting up out of the dog's white fur in a way that made John's own dick stir again.

Then the wolf whimpered softly, covering his butt with his tail as a bit of fear crept into his voice, "A, again?" John asked quietly, and the dog chuckled at him, paws gently holding onto the wolf's hips. "I, I'm not that young Alon." John swallowed nervously, "I can't cum again so quickly," John whimpered softly, panting hard, "I won't be hard for you." The wolf realized how crazy it was to be embarrassed about being unable to get it up again since he was covered in sweat and cum from being fucked, but it was still embarrassing.

The dog's hearty laugh made John blush, and the Canaan's paws squeezed John's rump affectionately. "Come on John, you're a bitch now. Bitches don't have to stay hard to keep going. That's the alpha's job." The Canaan's broad muzzle split into a big, smirking grin, "Now, are you going to let me keep breeding this sweet tail until I fully deflower you?" The dog's paws squeezed the cheeks of John's ass, spreading them slightly as the wet tip of his dick poked at the wolf's tail, "You haven't been tied yet John." The dog's voice was low, and he grinned lewdly at the frightened older wolf. John's eyes grew wide as the dog muttered, "You're not really a proper bitch till you feel a man's knot tugging at your insides. You know that. 'It doesn't count unless you tie.' That's what my father always said, and I bet yours did too. You wolves always make a big deal about that sort of thing. 'It doesn't count unless you tie'. Every wolf I know says that and that goes for being a bitch as much as a man. Now, don't you want this to be real John? Don't you want to really be my bitch?"

John's ears lay back against his head and he ducked his head between his arms, the insides of his ears turning red at the thought of being tied by the dog. Alon was right of course. Wolves made a big deal about that sort of thing. A girl was still technically a virgin till she was tied by another wolf, no matter how much dog dick she got before her first wolf knot. It sent chills down his spine just thinking about it, and John knew, just knew, that he had to feel the dog's knot inside him. He sheepishly flicked his tail to the side for the dog, and Alon mounted him a second time.

John gasped slightly as the dog slid inside him again without ceremony. John's body shifted forward, his right leg lifting up a little as Alon began to breed him again. This time, the dog didn't lean down over him, and the fucking was less intense, less mind-blowing then it had been before. The dog just humped his rear in a slow and steady rhythm, a lewd wet sound filling the room as the dog's balls slapped against the wolf's ass. John whimpered in pleasure and squirmed as the sensations began to build again, his thrashing movements scattering the rose petals across the bed and floor as the dog pounded into him.

This fucking was as casual as it was intimate. Alon wasn't stroking John's cock anymore, he was just humping the wolf's butt, and John knew that this was probably what was making a difference. This time, the flush in his cheeks, the heat in his tail and the aching, wonderful feeling of being filled was all being caused by the dick inside him. It had nothing to do with being jerked off. All the tingling pleasure he felt was all from having another man's penis thrust inside him. John was surprised how quickly his flagging erection became rock hard again.

John laid his head on the pillow and watched out of the corner of his eye as the dog behind him moved back and forth. It was such a strange sight for John. He watched as the other man hunched and thrust his hips forward, and John could feel rather than see the dick pushing inside him. It sent a shot of pleasure up his spine, and John marveled at the fact that another male's dick, a dog's dick, was actually inside him.

John felt his cheeks grow hot, as he watched the white fur of the dog begin to glisten with sweat as his muscles bulged under the soft creamy fur on his chest. Alon grinned at John, the Star of David around his neck bouncing against his rock hard pectoral muscles in a way that made the wolf feel giddy to be fucked by a male like this. Alon was a handsome, well-built alpha dog. Alon could have chosen anyone to take home from that bar, and it was thrilling for the middle-aged wolf that he was the one beneath this male. After being ignored for so long, having someone this attractive desire his body made John giddy, even if he had to lower himself to being Alon's bitch to receive that attention.

John blushed hard in almost puppy like embarrassment, covering his muzzle with one paw as he realized just how humiliating being in this position really was. He was a man, a wolf for god's sakes. He wasn't supposed to be bred like a bitch by a lowly dog, even a pure breed one. That thought embarrassed John even further, his face burning at his own prejudices. How could he be so shallow, so superficial about something like Alon being a dog? What did it matter if Alon was a dog and not a wolf? What did it matter if he was a dog's bitch now? It felt damn good being a dog's bitch.

John gasped loudly, his fingers digging into the sheets as Alon leaned forward and grabbed the scruff of his neck in his teeth again, growling as he began to speed up his thrusts into the wolf. John trembled, his body aching in pleasure as the dog growled lustily in his ear, the change in position bring back the hard, deep thrusts that drove the dog's dick balls deep into the wolf's ass.

Then John moaned, his heart almost stopping as a fresh wave of ecstasy rushed over him. John's vision swam and he nearly collapsed as the dog's paw slid down and wrapped around his hard dick. In that moment he was defiantly, absolutely, one hundred percent Alon's bitch. He belonged to this dog, and wanted nothing more than to feel the man lying on top of him to push deeper and deeper inside his tail until Alon claimed him totally.

John yelped the first time Alon's growing knot caught on the wolf's sphincter on the way out. Alon growled at the same time, his body shaking in pleasure as the dog's shaft plunged back into the wolf's ass, his growing knot beginning to push and pull at by the wolf's insides. John whined and began to shake uncontrollably, his body almost pressed flat onto the bed as Alon fucked him. The dog began thrusting his knot in and out of the wolf's tail with growing need, the added thickness making John's mind reel in pleasure. It felt as if the growing knot was pulling out John's thoughts behind it.

John's ass was being stretched a little wider by the dog's knot with each thrust, and the wolf found himself hoping, wishing, and begging for the growing thickness to remain inside him. He needed it to stay inside him. John's paws flexed in little spasms as he gripped the bed, and then as Alon thrust forward, he mentally forced his tail hole to squeeze down when the dog's knot was about to push inside him.

Alon barked in his ear and his hips bucked hard, trying to force his knot past the wolf's suddenly tight ring. The wolf's grin was pained as the dog's knot fought his tail hole. Then John relaxed his tail just for a moment to let the dog completely inside him with a pop that John felt rather then heard. Then he tightened down hard again, the increased pressure sending a shiver up the wolf's spine. Alon's hips jerked back and this time the dog's knot was hung, trapped inside John as it expanded to the point where John could not have forced it out if he wanted to.

Neither John nor Alon wanted that to happen. The way Alon's knot stretched him open and pulled at his insides made the wolf howl and bite the sheets in pleasure and pain, the wolf's eyes shut tight as he whimpered in ecstasy. John was tied like a bitch, and now it really did count. John was now tied to a dog, a dog which now owned him because of that connection. John was Alon's bitch, and no one could deny it, not even John, and it made the wolf so happy he began to cry.

Alon growled, his body curling around the wolf's older, slightly smaller frame. His left paw squeezed John's paw, and his right stroked the wolf's dick hard as their bodies twisted together, locked completely together by canine nature. John moaned as Alon pressed him down into the bed, his white muzzle coming over the wolf's right shoulder and pressing against his face. John licked at the dog's muzzle, trembling as Alon's scent filled John's nose. The dog humped him as hard and fast as he could with his penis trapped inside the wolf, using the short length below his knot to batter the wolf's insides. John felt stretched open too wide, as if his insides had been rubbed almost raw by the dog's dick. Then in happened. The dog hunched forward one final time, and John nearly passed out as the dog came inside him.

Alon's body hunched and tensed, hips banging against his backside, and he barked loudly in John's ear. John could feel it, actually feel it happen, when the dog's shaft throbbed inside his ass and Alon's warm cum began to shoot inside him. A slick wet feeling flooded John's insides as a torrent of thick dog seed was pumped up into his tail as the dog barked. It made the wolf want to die in pleasure and shame, and made him feel so good he wondered if he did.

John's fingers tightened their grip on his sheets, his back tensed and he squeezed down with his tail hole on the dog's cock. John knew Alon was cumming inside him. It made his head spin and his body burn with ecstasy. Alon, his alpha, was cumming inside him. The pleasure of the moment washed over John as Alon's teeth gripped his neck as the dog flooded his insides with jizz. Alon was claiming John with a mating bite, teeth pulling at John's fur and skin, even as the dog continued to jerk at the wolf's dick with his paw. It seemed to John that the moment went on forever as the dog just kept breeding and breeding him.

John closed his eyes and basked in the sensation of being taken so completely. He was bred, tied, and filled with another male's cum. It made him feel loved, filled up the holes inside him, and above all it made John so aroused his dick hurt. The feelings that Alon's orgasm caused in the middle-aged wolf overwhelmed John and he came a second time. The wolf's cock jumped in Alon's paw, and John began to whimper quietly into his pillow as the dog on top of him continued to bred his ass and howl. John's body twisted under Alon as the cumming dog fucked him, shaking in ecstasy because he knew, absolutely knew, that by cumming with Alon tied inside him he belonged to the Canaan dog.

John was a bitch, Alon's bitch, and it left him feeling warm and safe as he lay underneath the dog.

Minutes passed as the two males lay together, their chest heaving as Alon finished inside John. It took John a long time to gather his thoughts because every time the dog took a breath, his knot pulled at the ring of the wolf's tail-hole and sent shivers up John's spine. Each time Alon exhaled the dog whispered into John's ears just how good and tight a bitch the wolf was. How wonderful the wolf's tail felt wrapped around his dick, and how much the dog cared for him.

The words made John blush, and he did not even try to move out from under the dog until twenty minutes later when Alon kissed him on the cheek and pulled his shrinking knot out with a wet slurping sound. Alon rolled off him and lay beside John, and the wolf whined softly as the full, warm feeling in his tail disappeared and a small flood of cum leaked out of his ass and dripped down over his balls. He had grown so accustomed to the feeling of fullness during the past hour of being fucked that the absence of the dog's shaft inside him caused an empty, hollow feeling in John's chest.

John collapsed onto his side and opened his eyes, staring at the panting, handsome dog that was lying beside him. Alon was surrounded in roses and covered in sweat and cum, and he was grinning like a madman as he panted heavily and licked John's cum from his paw. "Oh man John, that was awesome..." the dog wiped his clean paw across his face, turning to look John in the eyes, "I haven't been with a bitch that feel that good in a long time." The dog shifted closer to the wolf, and John felt his heart flutter as the dog's muzzle brushed against his cheek.

The wolf felt his cheeks grow hot as Alon continued to lick his face, arms pulling the wolf closer to him. John stared at the happy, almost glowing face of the Canaan lying beside him. Alon's face was filled with honest, happy pleasure, and John could not help but smile as the dog slid an arm under his head and brought the wolf's face to his strong chest. John panted softly, breathing in Alon's scent as they lay together, arms and legs twisted up. The wolf was ashamed to be smiling as his Canaan lover held him in the afterglow of their mating.

John's shoulders began to tremble as the dog's copious seed continued to leak from his under tail, reminding the wolf in a wet cold way that he wasn't really a man anymore, but the wolf found comfort in the strong, very male arms wrapped around him. John closed his eyes and breathed in the dog's scent, and it was just the dog's scent, mingled with his own, nothing else. John feel asleep much quicker tonight then he normally did, unable to smell any of the other men who had slept in his bed except for the one that was holding him at that moment.

***

Alon woke up first the next morning a little after ten according to the clock on the nightstand. The dog stretched his back with a big yawn, teeth glinting in the bright light as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Alon shook his head, his alert ears flapping a little as he glanced around the strange room he was in. The Canaan looked down at the older wolf that was curled up beside him, and he remembered everything that had happened the night before with a grin. Alon stared at the middle-aged wolf, expecting him to wake up, but the wolf was sleeping soundly. John looked very relaxed like that, curled up in a ball and surrounded in rose petals and rumpled sheets. The room still smelled of sex, but this time the smell was strictly the musky scent of the males who occupied the room now, one young and one old. Alon grinned slightly and gave John a soft kiss on the cheek, which made the wolf stir slightly and whimper. A happy smile crept across John's face, and he looked so peaceful sleeping like that. Alon got up carefully and went into the attached master bathroom. He did not want to wake the wolf up yet.

The dog took a short shower to clean the spunk and lube out of his fur, rubbing his white fur dry with a fluffy blue towel as he padded back into the bedroom, where John was still fast asleep. Alon cocked his head to side and grinned at the sleeping man. John almost looked like a cub curled up in the middle of the bed like that, except for the gray tinge to the wolf's coat. Alon pulled on his pants without bothering to find his underwear and made his way into the kitchen.

The dog took the chance to look around John's house in the daylight. It quickly became clear that John's wife did the decorating and had very expensive tastes. The Canaan shook his head a little, wondering just how much the wolf had been forced to pay for all the designer furniture and drapes that obviously never got used. Alon began to hum to himself once he found a waffle iron, and continued his hunt through the kitchen cupboards for the things he needed to make the wolf breakfast.

In his search, he found a picture of John and a young man who had to be the wolf's son taped to the fridge. They were standing in front of the sign for the nearby college. John was dressed in a business suit and was grinning like an idiot, his arm a younger wolf looked like he was about Alon's age. The dog shook his head, amused that John really was old enough to be his father. Alon snickered as he cracked eggs into a bowl and started the batter. Course, his own dad would never have made as good a bitch as John did. The dog hummed to himself as he mixed up the waffle batter, wondering if he'd seen John's son on campus, and just how long he would hang around today.

Usually, when Alon went back to another guy's house he would catch a cab back to the clubs pretty early. If they were a friend or someone who was an especially good fuck, like John had been, then he would stick around for breakfast and spend the day with them, before heading back to the clubs and another night of drinking, dancing, and hopefully more debauchery.

There were really two kinds of men who bitched for Alon, and he separated them by the way they acted the morning afterwards. Either they woke up early and tried to make the best breakfast of pancakes and eggs possible, in a desperate, almost puppy like way to keep the dog around longer. Or they pretended to be asleep far longer than necessary in the hope that they wouldn't have to face up to the fact that they'd let another male dominate them again. John obviously wouldn't fall into the first category, and besides, the wolf was probably going to have enough difficulty dealing with being a bitch. He didn't need Alon demanding he make breakfast.

Alon hummed tunelessly to himself as he mixed the pancake batter. It was strange how different the wolf's house was from his own apartment. The ceilings were high, and the sunlight flooded into the big living room. It felt like somewhere a child could play, while at home thick drapes and low ceilings made the dog's apartment feel like a cave den.

Everything was so quiet here, and he could hear the birds outside chirping as they flocked to John's bird feeder. At his place, the only sounds came from cars, the plumbing in the walls, and people yelling. It was so quiet Alon even heard the car pull up outside the house, but he ignored it like he always ignored cars. Alon didn't do anything until he heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock of the front door, just before someone opened the front door.

Alon's back tensed and his ears flattened as someone set a bag down in the foyer. John's wife had finally come home. The dog sneered; ready to bark at her angrily when she came into view. It wasn't his place to get involved, but the bitch was going to get a piece of his mind. Alon was not prepared for the happy voice of a puppy to bark, "Dad! I'm home. I had a great time at..." the short wolf pup came bounding around the corner, expecting to find his father cooking in the kitchen. He skidded to a stop, bare paws sliding on the tile floor and tail bushing out as he stared up at Alon. The white dog's ears perked up in surprise as he stared at the young wolf pup.

The two of them froze, staring at each other for a moment, eyes wide in surprise. "Who are you?" the pup barked, his voice wavering as he took a small step back from the stranger in his kitchen.

Alon gave the kid his best smile and said, "I'm Alon, a friend of your dad's." Then the dog poured some batter onto the griddle, acting as if nothing was wrong. Alon knew a few tricks to walking up in a strange house, and the most important one was acting like you belonged there. If you acted like you belonged, then things went much smoother.

"Oh." The pup said, his eyes flicking down as if his mind were processing that. Alon smiled slightly when the pup's nose twitched and his ears perked up. The little wolf even raised his nose to test the air before lifting up on his toes, trying to see what Alon was cooking on the counter. "So where's my dad," a pink tongue licked at the end of the cub's nose, which pulled in the scent of fresh food, "and are those waffles?"

"Your dad's still asleep," Alon said, "and yes these are waffles. Would you like one? I think I saw some whipped cream we can put on them..." The dog opened the fridge, grabbed the can of whipped cream he had noticed, and cheerfully drew a smiling face on the waffle before holding it up so the waffle smiled at the young pup, whose face brightened up considerably.

The little wolf cub barked happily and bounded past Alon, sitting down at the table with a big grin as he dog set the plate down in front of him. Alon set the griddle to cook a second waffle and looked over at the young wolf.

The pup was just eating his breakfast, and Alon guessed he was probably about eight years old. His fur looked like he was just starting to lose that puppy softness and his tail was still too big for the rest of him as it wagged back and forth. He took a big bite out of the waffle, and Alon asked, "So what's your name?"

"Skyler, but everybody calls me Sky." The pup said blandly, before looking at the dog out of the corner of his eye as he ate. "What are you doing here," he said in confusion, "If my dad's still asleep?"

"I spent the night." Alon said smoothly, as if nothing were wrong, his eyes fixed on the waffle iron as it hissed and steamed. "Your dad had a sleep over, just like you did. How was yours?" The dog said, and he was pleased when his guess was accepted as a good answer.

"It was good, though Tommy wasn't as much fun as I thought he would be. We played Nintendo all night then watched Helldog after..." the pup's tail suddenly flipped down and he looked up at Alon with fear in his eyes. "You won't tell my Dad will you?" the pup whispered, his ear turning backwards.

Alon's muzzle twitched into a grin, "Your dad doesn't want you to see that movie?"

"No," the wolf pup mumbled

"Then I won't tell him," Alon said with a smile. Skyler smiled as Alon sat down beside the pup, and they ate their waffles together. The pup started talking about Nintendo and the other things he did at Tommy's, and Alon smiled at the talkative wolf pup. 'This is going to be the weirdest morning after story ever,' the dog thought, but it was also strangely enjoyable listening to the pup chatter. Skyler was so cheerful, and so desperate for Alon to say something nice, that the Canaan couldn't bring himself to brush the pup off, call a cab, and leave. After all, he'd already messed John's life up enough already right? If he left now, the pup would go rushing off and find his dad naked and covered in dog spunk. That's wasn't something a kid like Skyler should have to find. Alon smiled at the young wolf dog as he finished the waffle. "So um, Skyler, what now?" Alon said, unsure exactly what to do next.

The pup's face lifted up into a smile, his ears perking up as he said, "Will you throw a ball for me?"

The look of sheer joy on Skyler's face made Alon smile too, "Sure thing, sport" he said getting up, "Come on."

***

John lay in bed, his eyes closed as he drifted slowly back into consciousness. His thoughts were blank, and for a minute or two he rested in the hazy warmth of waking up. Then the scent of male dog slipped into his thoughts, and he could feel the gentle ache in his tail. John's eyes opened, and for a horrible moment he relived the night before in his mind.

He had honestly, really done it. He had cheated on his wife and let another male breed him as a bitch. John felt a pang of guilt that he didn't really care about Stephanie's feelings, only that he had snuck to her level. How was he supposed to explain this to his boys? Jake would never speak to him again, and Skyler was just too young to understand what had happened. The thought of telling his family made the wolf's stomach turn in shame.

The only real thing John had ever done in his life was become a father. How could he ever be a good father now? He was a worthless man bitch to a dog he didn't even know. John closed his eyes, pressed his face into his pillow and began to cry. He was a bitch now, not a male anymore, and that meant he was nothing. John gasped for air, and the scent of dog filled his nose. John jerked back, staggering away from his bed. He stumbled into the bathroom, where he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

The middle-aged gray wolf was naked and his fur was matted all across his stomach, crotch, and most noticeable of all, under his tail. The fur of John's body was ruffled and twisted in odd patterns by the way he had slept. John could just see where Alon's arms had encircled his chest all night, and he could feel the thickly matted fur beneath his tail where the dog's seed had leaked out of his tail. He was a complete mess.

John's ears jerked up as a happy bark came from outside, and his eyes widened in fear. Skyler was home! John looked down at himself, at his matted fur and ruffled coat and drew in a shuddering breath. His son was home, and oh god, he still reeked of dog cum. He couldn't let his son see him like this.

John scrambled into the shower, turned the water on, and feverously began to clean himself. The water was so hot it burned once it soaked through his fur, and John used the soap and his claws to force the matted cum out of his fur. The hot water and steam revived the smell of Alon's sex, and the scent of the Canaan's spunk flooded the room. John began to scrub hard, sobbing as the smell made his sheath thicken in excitement. The wolf scrubbed himself clean, trying to force the scent of sex out of his fur without exciting himself more, but by the time he got the cum from his fur the pink tip of John's cock was poking out of his sheath and he desperately wanted to paw himself to release.

The wolf sagged against the shower wall, paws clutching his muzzle to muffle his sobs, and John only left the shower when the water turned cold and forced him out.

***.

John hurriedly dressed himself in clean clothes, drying his fur only half way as he rushed around the bathroom, desperate to dress himself up before his son came looking for him. He could hear the young wolf cub's happy barks echoing through the house as he played with something out in the main rooms. Skyler was always energetic, and with all the attention John showered on the boy, he was used to his father always being willing to play games with him. If John didn't hurry, his son would grow bored with whatever it was he was doing and come looking for him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally pulled a shirt on over his head, and hurried back through the clothing strew and rose covered bedroom into the rest of the house.

Breathing heavy, John jogged into his living room, expecting see his son playing on the floor with something, but the young wolf wasn't there. He wasn't in the kitchen either. In fact, John realized as he looked through the house with growing panic, Skyler wasn't in the house at all. John's head whipped around like a snake as the wolf cub's happy barks echoed from the front yard, and he dashed to the front window. There, clutching a football and laughing his head off on the lawn, was Skyler. But the relief of finding his son turned into icy fear instantly.

Alon was the out there with him. The athletic white dog was tickling the wolf cub, who was clutching the football with all his might and trying to run, but Alon's fingers were digging playfully into the cub's sides, making Skyler shake with laughter. The dog wasn't tackling him, or even holding him back, he was just shadowing the cub easily as he struggled across the lawn, tickling the running cub until Skyler made it over the front sidewalk, and collapsed laughing into the grass on the other side of the lawn.

"Goal!" The windows muffled Alon's shout, and Skyler barked happily as the dog threw his paws into the air. The young wolf threw the football down and ran around the older canine in victory. Then the cub picked up the football, brought it back to the Canaan, and raced across the lawn so Alon could throw it to him.

Alon tossed the ball for the cub, Skyler raced it back, and they repeated that for several minutes as John stood at the front window, frozen. His heart was pounding, and his chest heaving with fear. Out there on his front lawn was the man who had forced his way into John's car, turned John into a bitch, and tied him, that dog was playing catch with his son as if nothing had happened last night. Alon even seemed to be enjoying himself. Skyler was certainly enjoying himself. The pup was racing back and forth like he had a new best friend. John was trembling, unable to bring himself to go out there and face Alon.

What was he supposed to do? Didn't one-night stands go home in the morning? The ones Stephanie brought home usually went out the window after they had finished fucking for god's sakes. They didn't stick around and play with the kids! John stamped to the door, grabbed the handle, and stopped himself from flinging the door opening a rage.

John could feel the anger and shame building up inside, his chest growing tight as he fought to calm down. He had to do this the right way. If he went out there shouting, demanding the dog leave, then he and Alon would get into a real fight for dominance, and he wasn't sure which of them would blink first. If he did that outside, where the neighbors would see, he would never hear the end of the rumors.

John could feel his instincts warring already, as the angry impulse to protect his son fought against the shame, fear, and horrible desire the Canaan engendered in John. What if he lost, and became submissive with the Canaan again? Just seeing Alon made the wolf want to bear his throat, and he could not do that in front of Skyler.

John could not lose face to the dog in front of his son like that. It was bad enough that the cub had even seen the dog, John didn't want to make things worse by flying into a rage or break down crying in submission, and both of those were rapidly becoming the only options for the middle aged wolf.

For several long moments, John breathed in deeply and quelled his emotions, adjusting his shirt so it hung evenly over his shoulders. Then, keeping his face and tail calm as he could, John opened his front door.

***

Alon turned his head toward John, the football held back for a throw, when he heard the door open. John tried to keep his pace even as Skyler shouted, "Throw it! Throw it!" Along looked away, and the dog threw a perfect spiral to Skyler, who leapt up and caught the football in both paws.

"What do you think you are doing?" John said, keeping his voice low so Skyler wouldn't hear the menace John tried to work into the words. The wolf's growl almost turned into a whine when the Canaan's muzzle turned towards him, smiling.

"I'm playing ball," the Canaan said evenly, and John didn't get a chance to retort before Skyler cannoned into his legs.

"Dad! Dad!" the wolf cub barked as he hugged his father's knees, "Your friend can throw a perfect spiral! He's even better then you are, show him Alon!" The wolf pup tossed the football to Alon, circled around the two adults, and raced back to the other side of the yard, where he crouched down like a linebacker waiting for the hike, tail waving in the air as he wagged. He was so happy his tongue was hanging out.

"I can see that." John hissed as Alon tossed the ball smoothly to Skyler. The young wolf leapt into the air and caught the ball easily, and John noticed that yes, Alon threw the football quite well. The rippling muscles under his white fur also looked good. "Why are you still here?" John demanded, shoving that thought out of his head, but Alon wasn't paying attention.

The dog was crouched, paws on his knees as Skyler raced the ball towards Alon, trying to dodge past the athletic dog. The white Canaan darted out and caught the pup around the waist with one arm, making Skyler bark in laughter and drop the ball. John fumed as the dog picked up the fallen football and Skyler raced back to his position on the far side of the yards to wait for another throw.

Alon smirked at John as he jogged back to the wolf's side. His smile to John that the Canaan knew full well that John was being civil only because of his son. "My car's back at the club, remember?"

"Why didn't you just take a cab?" John half growled, half whined, turning his face away from Skyler in the hope that his son wouldn't hear his words, "Did you have to stay and brag to my son that you made his father a bitch?"

The football left Alon's fingertips and spiraled towards Skyler, and when Alon turned to John again he had a hurt look on his face. "I didn't tell Skyler a thing. I stuck around to make you breakfast, and then he showed up from his sleep over. You're damn lucky I was already awake," The dog lowered his voice and watched Skyler as the pup circled around them both, running hard with the football under his arm. Once Skyler's back was turned, Alon continued, "Skyler would have come looking for you. Did you want him to find you surrounded by roses petals, covered in spunk, and in the arms of a male he's never seen before? Instead I made him a waffle, told him nothing, and kept him busy for the last two hours. Which is worse?" Alon glared at John, then looked past him to where Skyler was celebrating his touchdown.

John hung his head, because he knew it was true. He hadn't woken up when Skyler had got home, and if his son hadn't run into Alon he would definitely have burst into the master bedroom looking for his father. "Look I'm sorry," John muttered, "I just..."

John's words died as Alon barked, "Skyler STOP!" The dog's bark was filled with fear, and that fear wrapped around John's body like a fist and clenched. John whirled around as Alon burst into a run, the dog's legs bunching as he flew past the wolf towards Skyler.

John watched it happen in horror, his legs moving as he tried to follow the dog towards his son, but it felt like he was moving in slow motion compared to the dog.

In his celebration, Skyler must have spiked the football down, but instead of hitting the grass the energetic wolf pup's throw had hit the sidewalk. The hard surface sent the football bouncing away from him out into the street, and Skyler gave chase. He always chased after balls; it was why catch was his favorite game. Now the ball the pup's eager gaze was fixed as he ignored everything else in the world, that ball was tumbling passed a parked minivan and out into the street, right into the path of a passing truck.

Fear doused John like ice water as he ran, and he shouted at his son, screamed at Skyler in fear as he saw the boy snatch the ball from the air and step into the street, oblivious to the vehicle barreling down on him, as the truck grew closer and closer to him. Then Alon reached the boy, launching himself into the street and grabbing the pup in both arms. John watched, his whole body tensing with terror as the dog's muscles bunched, the truck's breaks squealed, and the dog leapt from the street and out of harm's way, carrying Skyler along with him, the football tumbling from the startled pup's grip. The football exploded as the truck tire ran right over it with a sickening popping sound and the truck slid to a stop in front of John, well past where Alon had plucked Skyler from the road.

John was shouting Skyler's name as he raced around the stopped truck, and he found Alon holding the pup by the front of his shirt, nose to nose with the young, and terrified pup. John came to sudden stop when he saw the raised hackles, the livid eyes, and bared fangs of the Canaan. "Listen to me carefully young man," the dog growled, "When I or anyone else tells you to stop like that you STOP! You do not EVER go into the street after a ball! Didn't I tell you that?" John was frozen as his son nodded in fear, looking past Alon to where the truck had come to a screeching stop. "Didn't I tell you not to go in the street?" Alon demanded again, not shouting really but so forceful that Skyler sheepishly answered yes this time. "Are you ever going to disobey an adult like that again?" Alon demanded, and while Skyler's answer was subdued, the pup shook his head so hard his ears flopped back and forth. Alon pulled the now crying wolf pup up into a tight hug that lifted Skyler into the air and carried him towards John.

John just stood there as Alon crossed the street back to him, the puppy in his arms. He was just as stunned as his son was by how completely the Canaan had turned fear into sheer dominance. Even now, the dog's raised hackles and bused tail made John take a step back as Alon handed the frightened bundle that was Skyler to his father. With a sob, Skyler threw his arms around his father's neck and buried his face in his dad's collar. John clutched his son, his whole world going pink at the edges as he held his boy. For a moment, he had seen what had almost happened to his son as the football was crushed underneath the truck's tires. John stood there in front of Alon clutching his son, alive and unhurt, and he wanted to hug the bare-chested white dog standing beside him as fiercely as he hugged Skyler to his chest. Alon just stood there, his body heaving as he panted, the sheer male power rolling off the dog frightening even though his hackles were going down and his tail and ears were returning to normal.

"Oh my god, oh my oh Mr. Johnson! Tell me he's alright! I didn't see you honey, oh god!" John turned away from the even, dominant stare of the male beside him, to face the hysteric tigress that was barring down on them all. It was Mrs. Berk from down the street, and the frantic woman's paws clutched Skyler's shoulders and she kissed the back of his head desperately. "Oh god John, I'm so sorry, he just came out of nowhere, I couldn't stop," with a howl the tigress turned and threw her arms around Alon's chest. "You! I have no idea who you are but thank heaven you were here!"

John put and arm out as Alon patted the woman on the back, but the dog motioned towards Skyler, and then the house with his muzzle. "Take him inside okay?" John felt his son tightened his grip at the sound of the dog's voice, and he nodded once, hoisting his pup into his arms better and carrying him inside.

Outside, John could here Alon comforting the distraught Mrs. Berk, and the wolf kissed his son's forehead as he carried him inside.

***

Inside the house, John sat down with Skyler on the sofa, and with trembling paws he unwrapped the boy's arms from his neck. The pup curled up on the couch and shook, his paws clasped together. His paws wrapped around Skyler's, John kissed his son's tears away and hugged the boy. Father and son pressed their foreheads together, muzzles touching in a soft nuzzle. John held his boy like that for a long time, his heart racing from the fear that lingered as he cupped the back of his son's head. His worst fear in the world was losing Skyler, and John had almost seen it happen. He hadn't even been watching him.

"I'm," Skyler choked, "I'm sorry dad." The eight-year-old wolf pup moaned, his head buried in his father's chest. "I shouldn't have chased the ball."

"Shush Sky," John whispered, "It's okay. You'll know better next time." John petted his son's ears, soothing him gently.

"I'll never chase a ball again." Skyler bawled, his fingers clutching his dad's shirt.

"No, oh no Skyler, you can chase balls." John smiled at his son, who seemed to be relaxing now, "you love chasing things. You just can't chase them into the street okay honey?" Skyler nodded sheepishly, and wiped his face. Then the pup tensed again, and John looked up at the door too. They could both hear someone walking up the sidewalk outside, and Skyler quickly grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it so he wouldn't have to look at Alon. Sure enough the Canaan opened the front door moments later.

John stood up, shielding his son protectively from the white furred dog. He took a few steps towards the dog, and Alon met him half way.

"Is he alright?" Alon said, looking past John in concern at the pup cowering on the couch.

"Yes," John said, his chest heaving, "Thanks to you." The wolf kept his voice neutral so it wouldn't alarm Skyler, but he put a lot into those words. He turned his ears back, pinned his tail to his leg, and stood with his paws behind his back, using his muzzle and body language to show that he was totally submissive to Alon at the moment. It was something every wolf honed over the years, standing so to display your rank. He hated himself for doing it, appearing submissive to Alon was the last thing in the world he wanted right now considering what had happened the last time, but the dog had just saved his son's life.

Alon looked back at the wolf, and John could tell what the dog had been thinking just by the look on his face. He hadn't been thinking about what had happened last night at all, his only concern had been the safety of John's son. Alon took in John stance and tilted his head to the side as John's ears came forward a little. "Can I talk with him alone for a second?"

John glanced at his son and then back at the dog standing beside him. He didn't want Alon to talk to Sky, he wanted the dog to just vanish and never come back, but he nodded anyways, "Yes, but then you have to go, alright? I'll call you a cab."

Alon smiled a little bit, and for a moment, John thought he saw a flicker of a smirk there. John ran a trembling paw over his face as he walked away, leaning against the wall in the hallway as the Canaan knelt down next to Skyler and tapped lightly on the pup's paw. "Hey sport, can we talk for a second?"

"No," was the only muffled reply from behind the pillow.

"Your dad's not here." Alon said, his voice cajoling for a moment, but Skyler didn't come out from behind the pillow. "Look," the dog said, his voice gruff but apologetic, "I know I got really scary out there, and I'm sorry. But you terrified me," the dog put a real emphasis on the last word, his paws resting on top of Skyler's paws, "and when I'm frightened I get scary."

"You weren't frightened," Skyler said with a sniff, "You were mad at me."

"A little," Alon conceded, "but mostly I was frightened. That van nearly killed you, and that was pretty scary."

"Yah, it was." Skyler hung his head and tried not look at Alon. "You're really not mad?" Even though his head was buried in his arms, the little wolf's ears were perked.

"No," Alon said, a smile spreading across his muzzle, "I'm just glad you're okay sport. Next time, we'll play in the back yard okay?"

Skyler looked up at the Canaan and put his arms around Alon's neck. Alon patted him gently and stood up. "Now look, go talk to your dad okay? I think he needs a hug more than me."

***

Aaaaand that's it! For now! possibly forever! Who knows, you guys know me, I never finish anything even if i spend decades writing it. But I like these characters and might come back to them one day.