Taken Advantage [Commission]

Story by Lukas Kawika on SoFurry

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The stunning sequel to an older comm, Newfound Appreciation! Here we see the results of Rick's hypnosis of Wolffy to get back at him for taking his girlfriend, and learn a little bit more about what a scumbag that goddamn fox is.

This one's a bit darker, buuuut who knows, maybe Rick will get what's comin to him further down the roadCheck out my Patreon and get a discount on commissions of your own :>


The wolf licked his lips and leaned against the car door for an armrest for the red light, thoughts bumbling about however they would. What a day today had been. First he'd heard back from his ex again, and while he was busy with his boyfriend and another guy, too; and then he realized he'd forgotten to pick something up from the store, so here he was returning from that, and all the while still able to taste that other guy on the back of his throat.

That part was the only good thing about all of this. Slim otter who looked like he could find a way to slip through the spaces in a chainlink fence if he really wanted, the same cute boy he'd seen the first night he'd met his boyfriend at the bar. The wolf had gone home that night with at least five different loads in his belly and another four under his tail, and he knew the otter had given him at least two of those, but couldn't remember it happening... so today had been like their first time together, and it lived up to expectations in how he had a lot more between his legs than his build would imply, and from the way the otter gripped his muzzle and thrust into the back of his throat, and how he popped with the force of a bottle of champagne.

Hell, remembering it had gotten the wolf distracted again, and the car behind him laid into the horn and didn't let go until after he'd made it past the intersection. Hard to believe it'd only been one week, and in the space of that week he'd sucked more dick and had his belly filled from behind more times than had happened for the entire rest of his life leading up to meeting his new boyfriend. _That_had been a chance encounter, too, and something else that he couldn't remember quite clearly. And he could recall each new male, each scent resting atop his nose, each stretch pounding under his tail, but he couldn't remember actually searching for those encounters, or talking to the guys, or...

Well. All of that could be explained just by him maybe having too much to drink that night. Besides, it was all in the past now, and the result of that night was him being in a good place in a good relationship, with a lovely fruit bat who knew just how rough to be with him, and at which times. Sure, it used to bug the wolf a little bit to come home from work and find Andy lounging back on the couch in the living room, legs spread and some new guy bobbing his head in his lap, but - those were old feelings. He'd gotten over it by the second day, and besides, Andy gave him permission to do the same if he ever wanted.

That part took time, too, but it helped that the bat was so accepting and encouraging, and that he often offered to watch. This morning consisted of Wolffy rolling over in an empty bed, then rolling back - and touching his nose directly against the end of the otter's half-hard cock, presented for him with Andy grinning beside him at waist-height. It was a surprise visit, but Wolffy didn't complain. Easy fix to his morning wood too.

Knowing Andy, though, the otter was probably on an intermission: the boy could really go at it when in the mood, but afterwards he always need at least an hour of recharge time. That would be okay, too. In contrast Andy seemed to be eternally horny with no sort of exhaustion in between, which meant Wolffy was always capable of satisfying one of his itches or cravings; remembering this past week had built up both of those, too, one on his tongue and one under his tail.

The wolf shifted in his seat and turned left at the next light, towards the apartment. Following that night in the bar, Wolffy found himself asking the bat on a date the following day, which turned out to start something fantastic. You don't have to ask, you know, the bat had told him over that dinner date. Or - more specifically, in the bathroom on their dinner date while he leaned back against the stall wall and Wolffy drew his tongue over the bat's cock, cleaning the last few drips of his cum off. If you want it, just fuckin' yank my pants off and blow me. If I ever think you want it, I'm just gonna tell you to, anyway.

That was his plan for tonight. After unloading the groceries from the car, that was.

~ ~ ~

Rick leaned in a little closer to the computer screen, mug of hot coffee clutched in one paw and his cell phone in the other. He couldn't believe that everything had gone so, so_flawlessly, from the revenge to the planned breakup to his getting back with Julie to that goddamn wolf dropping out of his life... of course _he was the one to thank for it. Without him, Rick wouldn't have ever found the motivation and desire to actually do what needed to be done.

Getting everything started was the hardest part. All of the research, all of the practice, all of the failures. At least that meant that he had a few extra personal slaves on hand, even if their level of obedience and lucidity varied. Wolffy had been the perfect subject, so he hadn't been too worried in the first place, but still. Reactive and emotional, already vulnerable at the time. Rick had just had to get a finger's grip in, and then he could easily pull that door open and let himself in. So he did.

And to what effect, too! Even now on the screen, Wolffy was just settling in to do his usual routine of sucking off his new 'boyfriend'. All of that had happened by chance: once Rick had set the nets in his mind and woven everything as he'd desired, it turned into a snowball pushed down a slope. He'd only explicitly intended for the goddamn dog to go and suck a dick, but something told him that in doing so he'd been given his trigger word to make those originally-temporary sensibilities and tendencies permanent. Which, you know, worked out just as well.

That last had been something Rick had thrown into the hypnosis on a whim. Everything he'd looked at and read had strongly recommended the precise opposite of a permanent trigger, but all those things had also demanded he only engage in hypnosis play in a relationship with strong trust running both ways. So, he figured, what's another broken rule?

The fox rested his phone in his lap so he could tap the touchpad, and move to the next camera view. All of those he'd managed to set up during in-between sessions, when that startlingly virile fruit bat was away at work and Wolffy had the apartment to himself. Of course Rick had made sure to get himself the code to the garage as well as a spare keycard for the apartment itself, and Wolffy's newfound homosexuality combined with a literally irresistible arousal programmed into his mind whenever a male came within two feet of him meant that every time Rick went over to make sure he remembered to stay the fuck away from Julie, that the fox without fail left with his balls freshly emptied. He wasn't so much into that, but why not take what was already offered to him? And, besides, the wolf had built up a respectable skill for cocksucking in the one week since his first. Rick had tried him out on each of the four days he'd gone over: at first it had been to set up the cameras, but he quickly found out that he had another incentive for visiting.

Wolffy wouldn't remember that, of course. His first time going over to reinforce the hypnosis, Rick made sure that he had no idea that the fox he knew as his long-time friend-with-benefits was actually the one behind everything. He wasn't Rick, the 'creepy stalker ex' of his now-ex-girlfriend who'd approached him in a parking lot one night against two restraining orders and put him under the hypnosis that would quickly lead to both of their lives changing; instead he was just Rick, an old hookup from high school when Wolffy remembered himself first experimenting with his sexuality. Just Rick who never failed to fuck his throat and empty his seed across his tongue, even if it took some good begging and self-prostration for him to agree that he had enough time to stick around for a blowjob.

Naturally Rick had altered Wolffy's perception of him, too, so that he looked and felt a full eight inches instead of his actual four and a half hard. Naturally. Rick wasn't into guys, but a muzzle was a muzzle and an ass was an ass, and he wouldn't complain when the ass he fucked squeezed and clenched and squirmed around him while he pounded into it.

He clicked to a new view again, this one giving a satisfactory angle on the wolf just as he started to dive down on his bat's length. Rick didn't even know the name of that one; that part had also been chance. Go find an otter or bat, he sort-of remembered sliding into the hypnosis, and suck his cock. A lot of it had been random and chance, just to get Wolffy to fuck up with his then-girlfriend Julie. Really Rick had only started looking into all of this so he could get back together with her, after Wolffy had made her so rudely break up with him... half a year ago now? It felt so much longer than that, and it was _so_nice to be back.

At least Rick tried to limit his usage of the hypnosis with her. That came with difficulty sometimes, especially since tinkering around with Wolffy and a few other subjects resulted in his skill and ability quickly picking up and taking form, but he wanted the relationship to feel real. As real as it could. So he limited it just to tweaking her opinion of him, just a little bit, to flip her thoughts from "shitty creep" or whatever it was to "perfect boyfriend".

So, all in all, this past week had gone pretty well for the fox. He relaxed in his chair and clicked back to the previous camera shot, this one providing an over-the-shoulder view of Wolffy bobbing his head rhythmically in his boy's lap, the bat leaning his head backwards over the edge of the couch with his mouth open and hips slowly churning. Until that day in the parking lot last week, Wolffy had never even thought about, much less considered, sucking dick or that he was even into guys at all.

It was amazing what a little bit of informed suggestion could do. Rick's next planned step was to continue meddling so that Julie would break with Wolffy, but... the wolf had handled all of that himself. And perfectly so, too: Rick let Julie still call him and contact him, but he never picked up or talked to her. That was a part of his life he'd shut the door on. Closet door, in particular. Rick chuckled to himself and switched to another view.

One camera a day: that was the pace he advanced at. Three in the living room where most of the action happened and one in the bedroom, where an otter currently lay sprawled across the bed on his belly with his rudder hanging off to one side and inner thighs noticeably coated with slickness. That otter had become familiar simply from the time Rick spent watching these cameras; he must be a favorite partner of the bat's, and Wolffy had come to like him as well.

"Hey, honey?"

The fox gave a little flick of his wrist to change the windows to one of his spreadsheets for work, and he glanced over his shoulder. Julie leaned around the threshold of the room, wearing the same robe he'd asked her to put on this morning. Okay, _maybe_he'd tweaked another little thing in her thoughts; it was pretty simple to make her entirely comfortable with spending her time around the house naked. Rick liked the sensation of lifting the behind of her robe with his muzzle whenever they settled in for playtime, though, so he often asked her to put that on beforehand. Even with her across the room, he could still sell his own scent wafting gently from her muzzle.

"I was thinking of heading to the store. Is there anything you need me to pick up?"

"You're not going in that, are you?" It was a good sight, and one that he'd missed deeply for the months that she'd spent in the middle of the mistake she called a relationship with Wolffy. The fox looked her up and down as she stepped more into view, she intentionally pushing her robe back and resting her paws on her hips for him. _That_part was a hundred percent her: apart from her opinion and her wearing-clothes sensibilities, the only thing Rick had tweaked in her head was that now she made an effort to go to bed on time. When the two of them had been together in college she'd had this awful habit of staying up past midnight watching TV, and then she'd complain in the morning about being exhausted and having no energy, and... "At least put some pajamas on."

She scowled, though it was a playful one. Then, a moment later: "I'll put on a bra and close the robe."

"That'll work. See you later, dear." He waited until she'd disappeared down the hall to switch his computer window again, and flicked the view back to the over-the-shoulder. At least, that's what it had been a moment ago: now it looked straight forward across Wolffy's back, the canid's tail raised perfectly for the bat to fit his muzzle beneath.

That was new. Rick sat back again and folded one leg over the other, bringing his mug to his lips to take a sip. Maybe next time he went over, he'd have Wolffy try that on him.

~ ~ ~

He lurched forward over the coffee table, a sweet slick shiver bouncing its way up his spine from the point of contact between Andy's lips and his own tailhole. The bat liked to tease about this and talk to him about it, but had never actually done_it - _"one of these days I'm gonna see how far I can dig my tongue in that sweet ass of yours," he'd said, "and then bury my cock in you right after. Would you like that?"

The first time he'd mentioned it had been the night following their date, when Andy had picked up a broad-shouldered German shepherd at the bar in the restaurant and brought him home. It had also been when that shepherd had already hilted under Wolffy's tail, so he was already plenty worked up at the time, and the thought of having a tongue down there as well had actually served as the trigger to push him over the edge. Hands-free, too.

Short-clawed hands kept his rump spread while the bat worked at him, thin tongue quickly and easily slipping up across his puckered tailhole, prodding at the clenching center, swirling around and coming in and retreating back to give way to hot, wet breath. Only for the space of a few seconds, though, probably spent with Andy eyeing his prize; then he dove back in, lips puckered like that tailhole in a deep kiss.

One week since all of this had started... Wolffy lurched forward again, able to feel Andy's chin working against his sack with his deep licking. It seemed like so much longer than one week, yet at the same time it also felt like only a couple of days had passed. He'd only gotten enough sleep for a couple of days: Andy could have an insatiable libido, and if Wolffy tired himself out on him, the bat had plenty of hookups to come over and satisfy things. That usually resulted in the wolf getting back into it, though, which just turned into a cycle of pleasure and exhaustion and borderline pain.

Still, though, he didn't mind too much. By God, though. He thought it was just the strangest thing, though, that he couldn't remember having any experience with guys before meeting Andy at the bar. That couldn't be right, though: it felt so _natural_to drop to his knees for him, to push his nose between his legs, to raise his tail and feel him sink into him, bent over the surface of the bar.

The otter had been back in the crowd watching all of that, and then later participated in the action himself when Wolffy found that getting fucked only magnified his hunger. Today he raised his muzzle from the table and looked towards the hall that led down to the bedroom: hopefully that would happen again today. With a hungry tongue working under his tail, curling up past his rim and tugging back out on it to loosen him up, he really felt like having a hefty shaft across his muzzle. Besides, he liked the way that particular otter smelled and tasted; he'd been thinking about that all day, and actually messed up a conversation earlier in the day since he thought he could still smell him on his upper lip.

Andy drew back again, and ran a thumb across Wolffy's tailhole. All of the action that end of him had received this past week meant that he was considerably looser than before, and honestly, he probably didn't need lube at all to take the bat. It still made things fun, though: a little bit of pressure and that thumb sank into him through slick wet flesh, squeezing and clenching back around it. Andy pushed it further in and turned it to the side, until his clenched fist pressed against the back of the wolf's sack... and, then, he wiggled his thumb downwards, pressing at just the right spot inside of Wolffy.

That made him gasp and dig his claws into the wood of the table, and squeeze even harder around him. "Such a fucking bottom..." Andy growled, and continued in that spot; Wolffy couldn't help but grind backwards against that hand, working back and forth along that thumb while wanting more, thicker, harder. Then - another squeeze, an unintentional jerk, and he felt the first thick drop of pre force itself out of the tip of his cock, throbbing hard as it had been since Andy had first hugged him when he got home today. "D'you think I could make you cum just by milking your prostate like this? Just a thumb and nothing else?"

Wolffy licked his lips and looked back at his boyfriend, chest braced against the table. He'd pushed off a stack of magazines when Andy had bent him forward over it, and knowing how things usually went, he'd probably be made to pick everything back up with a vibrator plug beneath his tail. "Please," he panted, and raised his rear. "Breed me. I want it."

Those words felt so, so_familiar on his tongue after repeating them so many times for Rick, another friend and hookup he'd met at the bar the following night. Small fox with a huge cock and a rich musk that he just could not get out of his head, no matter how many times he pawed off after his visits, and his _presence was enough to drive the wolf wild. More so than with other guys: Rick just had to unzip his pants and lounge back on the couch, and Wolffy always, always found himself riding him into that couch so fast and so hard that his thighs burned for hours after. Fox didn't even have to do anything, and he hardly ever did.

"Mmh. That's what I like to hear." Andy tugged his thumb to one side, stretching the wolf's pucker open, and leaned in for another kiss and lick; then he waited a second, and dropped a fat glob of saliva right along the upper rim of that stretched hole, to then spread it around with his tongue. "Christ, I love being able to taste other guys on your ass. You've got, what-" He reached in with his other hand, buried a second thumb alongside his first, and tugged the wolf open with both. That gave a very different feeling, then, getting licked with his tailhole held fully open, already wide enough for the bat's cock. "-five numbers, now? There's the shep from our date, our friend napping in the other room, that fox of yours, um..." He leaned in and buried his tongue in that space, dragging it in across the inside of Wolffy's rump, as if that would help him remember.

Actually, on second thought...

"...oh yeah, that stallion from the gym, and... okay, help me out here." Andy slid his thumbs back out, and Wolffy could feel that he remained gaping open for a second. Just a second, though: right after, a tongue occupied that space again, and repeated the same wiggling and pushing that had forced him to leak that first drip of pre, which had since become a steady line of slickness rolling down the underside of his cock.

The wolf swallowed again, already able to feel the also-familiar dryness in his throat from panting. Really hoping the otter would wake up soon and give him something to quench that thirst. "The brothers," he breathed, and clenched around that tongue. Andy responded by digging it in deeper, and harder. "Meerkats."

"Mm!" He tugged his mouth free with a wet pop, and then dragged the flat of his tongue up over the wolf's tailhole another few times, following the motion of the last and standing up. Wolffy's own panting did not cover the quiet jingling of Andy's belt as he dropped his pants down his legs, and then the slapping of him tapping the end of his hard cock against his well-prepared tailhole. It took most of his willpower not to push back and take the entirety of his boyfriend's length inside of him right then and there, but to be fair, he hadn't been given permission yet. "That's right. That was... Thursday, right?"

"Thursday." Wolffy nodded, and instinctively clenched around Andy's tip as the bat started to press forward into him, more sliding than sinking. That was a fun night, where he'd been kept awake to three in the morning first with one brother under his tail and one on his tongue, and then with both under his tail, and then with one pounding into him and the other on his knees with his tail raised before the wolf's muzzle.

"We gotta... have 'em over again..." The bat's words melded into a shuddering grunt as he pushed in the rest of the way, faster and harder than the other days, ending with his hips slapping easily against Wolffy's rump. The canid lurched forward over the table again, sucking in a gasp. That was better. Not that the tongue didn't feel good - it felt wonderful- but sometimes there was just nothing like having a thick cock buried underneath his tail, hot and hard and twitching with arousal and anticipation. He really needed to visit that stallion again, or have Rick tie him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

It took a moment for his voice to work again, especially after the bat drew all the way back so that only his head remained past the rim of his tailhole, and then sank right back in to the hilt. The resulting jerk in Wolffy's body caused the remote to fall off the edge of the table. "Mmh. Yes, please-"

Andy settled his hands along Wolffy's hips, starting to tug him back every time he thrust forward into him. He wasted no time in getting into the rhythm, either: fast and hard right from the start, sack swinging forward against his bitch's, hips slapping against needy rump again and again and again, pushing rhythmic, hungry moans out from between his lips. "Tell ya what. I gotta work late tomorrow since I took Tuesday off. When I get home, I wanna be able to smell... at least four different guys on you. Alright?"

Something clicked into place in the back of Wolffy's head, as if a switch had been flipped, and suddenly all his original plans for tomorrow popped into a hazy cloud quickly reforming itself into that simple order, and nothing else. His mouth watered just thinking about it. "Yes," he panted, and swallowed. "Yes, sir."

'Master' was reserved for Rick: it'd been his second visit when the fox had told him that, with Wolffy on his knees and mouth open, tongue hanging out to catch Rick's load while the fox pawed off. As soon as the vulpine had said it, Wolffy couldn't believe that he'd ever thought of doing otherwise.

"Still a good breeding bitch, just like when you first came to me last week. I wanna be able to smell them on you as soon as you hike your tail for me. I wanna be able to _see_their cum dripping out of your abused ass. Yeah?"

"Yes sir," he repeated, and arched his back so that Andy could pound deeper into him. That same tight squeezing feeling he got from the bat pushing his thumb against him from the inside now came along each thrust, forcing his body into an irresistible clench and throb and shudder. Still he kept his paws gripping along the edges of the table; Andy often fucked with enough force that if he didn't, he'd soon find himself on the floor like the remote and magazines as well. It'd happened before, and as things would turn out, having your muzzle pressed sideways against the floor with your backside hiked up into the air was an excellent position for when your boyfriend had two of his friends-with-benefits over.

With Andy now putting more focus into pounding into him than speaking, Wolffy had a few more moments to try to think about that and plan things out. Maybe he could invite everyone over at once and just take one after the other; he could have them sitting on the couch and ride one, then another, and another, everyone already ready to go from watching... and he'd also only have to lube up the first, since he could use each one's cum as lube for the next. It had a bit of a different feeling to it, but it was one he knew from experience that he liked.

Or, maybe - he _also_knew that he could take both of the meerkats at once, though it did take some stretching beforehand. He could sit back on the German shepherd, wriggle his way around and bounce and work him until he could take all of him - since last time he'd ridden him, Wolffy looked down to see a bulge in his lower belly take shape every time the dog thrust upwards - and then he could have the stallion bend him over the table just like this, and _then_maybe the meerkats could face each other, one in the other's lap, so that Wolffy could sink down on both at the same time.

His ear suddenly flicked backwards to the feeling of hot, short breaths tickling through the fur along the inside. He turned his head, and there was Andy leaning in close, tongue hanging out of his short muzzle and eyes half-lidded with languid pleasure, shoulders bouncing with each hard thrust.

"You're thinking about it now," the bat breathed, and swallowed. "Aren't you, slut?"

"Yes, sir," Wolffy moaned, and intentionally pushed his hips backwards and up against his boyfriend's waist. That momentarily interrupted his rhythm, but the bat quickly got back into his pace, and deeper than before. Wolffy hadn't quite found the point where his intense desire to bottom could tire his boyfriend out, but recently he thought he might be getting close.

"How about you get each load at least twice, then? And no breaks in between. Now that I've got a taste of your ass..." Speaking of, Wolffy could smell his musk on Andy's muzzle and breath, so close to his own. It made him want to grab the bat's head and swirl his tongue deep into his mouth, just the same way that Andy had done to his backside a few minutes ago. "I want more. When I get home tomorrow, I want to see that ass bent over this table, tail raised towards the door so I can eat as soon as I get home. Yeah?"

"Yes sir." That sounded delightful. He could feel it now: that sense of being stretched and used, faint discomfort beneath warm, welcoming pleasure, the slight sting coming with each clench, and the need to do so near constantly to keep all of that cum inside of him. It would likely eventually get to the point where he could take that same position with his face to the floor and rump raised into the air, and he'd remain gaped open enough so that his partners could paw off and just empty their loads into him from outside.

"Then you're gonna kiss me like you do when you're riding my dick and I have your paws tied behind your back, and you're gonna drink what they filled you with and what I sucked right back out of you. An entire day's worth of different guys' cum. That sound good?"

"Yes," the wolf panted, starting to push himself up off the table. He wanted to press back even harder against his boyfriend, wanted to get him deeper inside, wanted him to fuck him harder. "Yes, I - I want it-"

"I guess our - friend won't be joining us right now..." Andy obliged, or at least as much as he could, now pulling all the way out and slamming back in, tip to base, base to tip, again and again, with one hand gripping Wolffy's shoulder to yank him back down on him each time he thrust in. "But you'll - keep my load in you until he can add his own to it, won't you?"

"Yes - I will-"

"That's a good bitch... c'mon, I'm about to - about to- let's see how tight you can squeeze..."

Wolffy kept his mouth shut - figuratively: in reality, his constant panting and moaning kept his jaw hanging open and tongue lolled out - about how he already was clenching as firmly as he could. That was due to the imminence of his own peak, the wolf having been pushed to that point from rampant thoughts, fantasies, and his boyfriend's relentless pounding under his tail, right over that sweet spot that always sent a hot shiver up his spine and down along his shaft.

Andy straightened up, gripped the wolf's waist in both hands, dug his short claws into his fur and flesh to tug him as firmly back as he could, and - pulled all the way back once more so he could bury himself inside him, the first spurt of his peak emptying out. Like usual except with that stallion, Wolffy could feel the throbbing rather than the cum itself filling him, and he pushed back and squeezed forward in turns around the bat's length to milk out each thick drop, until Andy fell back on the couch panting. Oddly, it was the last sensation of him pulling free of his tailhole, with another wet pop much like his mouth earlier, and the resulting muscle-squeeze around hot thick stickiness sent him over.

Then, like he'd already done so many times before this past week (and the table bore the scars to show it), he scraped his claws along the wood of the edges, jerked once, jerked again - and unloaded a few thick ropes of his own load out beneath him, only the first catching the side of the table with the rest streaking out across the carpeted floor below. Sweet, hot tingles vibrating beneath his tail and in his abdomen, the fiery ecstasy of orgasm... which doubtless would fade within a few minutes. If the otter down the hall hadn't awoken to the sound of Wolffy's last gasp and moan right there...

Andy reached forward and dug his thumb into the wolf's tailhole, easily stretching him open again. Wolffy didn't have to push to be able to feel his boyfriend's load drip down the back of his sack, and for a second, he thought the bat was going to lean forward and clean him up right then and there.

"Like I've said before, _that's_a good look for you, hon. What are you?"

Wolffy swallowed between his heavy panting. Throat felt dry. Needed to suck a cock. "Breeding bitch," he rumbled, and licked his lips. Needed to taste someone's musk there, needed to feel the hot weight of the scent on his breath. If the otter hadn't awoken to that, he might just go and blow him while he still slept. Andy hadn't commanded that he could only take his load under the tail tonight.

"Breeding bitch for who?"

They'd practiced this over the week. It made Wolffy's heart flutter and his loins tighten to say it again, and if he hadn't literally just finished, the words themselves might have been enough to do that for him. That was another thing about this past week: spoken words and statements and suggestions drove him wild. The third time Rick came over, he'd had abundant fun abusing that new development in Wolffy, by making him sit on his cock and forbidding him from bouncing or moving at all, and just talking at him until sure as just now he'd bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut, grunted, and unloaded across the fox's chest. Of course he was then made to clean it up, with the fox still hilted inside him.

"For everyone."

That thumb-grip along his tailhole pulled back - and then he bounced forward with a surprise slap on the cheek from that same paw. "Remember what I told you about keeping that load in you. I'm gonna take a quick nap and then start on dinner. Can I expect you for dessert?"

"Of course."

"Good puppy." Andy stepped around the table to lightly pat Wolffy's other cheek, and then tilted his muzzle up for a kiss. Plenty sweet, but he really could taste his own musk on that tongue. "Go wake up our houseguest and let him know you have a gift for him."

"Yes, sir."

~ ~ ~

July idly stirred her coffee, muzzle resting in one paw as she looked off at nothing in particular. Long day yesterday, and this morning started like most of the others with Rick tiring her the fuck out so that she really wanted to go right back to sleep.My boyfriend railed me within an inch of my life wasn't an acceptable excuse to stay home from work, though, so here she sat at the coffee shop down the road whittling away the last twenty minutes before she absolutely had to go in. She slid the straw out and lifted the cup to eye level, trying to see if steam still billowed out of it. Even then, though, sometimes she couldn't tell if it were too hot to drink, and on more than one occasion she'd let it go cold from waiting too long, but-

Her eyes refocused past the lid of the cup all on their own, instantly fixing on a familiar muzzle on his way out the door. Before she could stop herself, she'd sat up straight and leaned over her table, one arm reached out-

"Wolffy! Hey! Over here!"

The wolf's ears perked and he glanced around for a moment, unsure of where the voice had come from. Then, though, his eyes settled on her, and he gave a little start... and she did, too. They looked at each other as if able to see clearly for the first time in a while, like a thick haze they'd gotten used to squinting through had just been lifted. He turned and strode over, and took hold of the chair across from her... and then the clarity was gone, leaving him with a confused expression on his muzzle and his fingers wrapped around the back.

Julie took a sip of her coffee to cover her own confusion, too, and then regretted it right after. At least the spluttering gave her something to think about other than why she thought it was a good idea to call over her ex-boyfriend.

"Um." The wolf looked as if he didn't know whether he wanted to sit or run. "Hey. I... wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Yeah. Same." You've been ignoring my calls, she wanted to say, but held herself off from it. Another question bubbled on her tongue, the fire beneath it stoked by the mix of sharp masculine scents wafting off of Wolffy's muzzle: she knew musk when she smelled it, and if she could pick it up on him all the way across this table... her nose twitched in familiarity at one of those, though she shrugged it off. She had gone down on Rick earlier this morning, so of course she could still smell him wherever he went. "H-how have you been?"

"Good, good..."

"Boyfriend treating you well?"

She noticed his ears flicked at that word. "Yes. Yours?"

"Y..." But her tongue tripped over the word and she couldn't finish. That was odd, too; in that moment Wolffy looked like a stray thought had crossed his mind, one difficult to analyze. "I miss you."

Shocked silence from both of them. That... wasn't right. Was it? Wolffy's tail wagged for a moment as if he wanted it, too, which couldn't be right; she could still remember their conversation, over the phone. He'd broken up with her over the phone, saying he wanted to love her but realized that, deep down, he was actually gay. Nothing she'd heard of until literally one week ago, and as if opening floodgates, after he'd said that to her, the evidence suddenly became impossible to ignore. As if it had suddenly appeared then and there.

"Maybe we could..." Still that tail wagged, slowly. "...um, we could meet up for lunch? Tomorrow? My day today is a little, uh... full, but..."

"Yeah. Same. That sounds good. Sparky's?" That was where she'd had her first date with him.

"Sparky's sounds perfect. I'll... see you there? I - need to get going, sorry, I have a, uh... friend coming over..."

"See you there." A smile lifted the corners of her lips, but just as easily as it started, it disappeared. "I don't think I should tell Rick about this," she muttered, more to herself than anything...

...but to her surprise, Wolffy nodded. "I don't think we should, either."

There was that confusion again. The wolf cleared his throat, straightened up, nodded at her, and then turned and slid back through the crowd. Julie watched until she lost sight of him, then settled back and peered down at her cup. How did Wolffy know Rick...? Julie frowned, and chewed on her lip. And, another thing: she could no longer smell the fox's musk.

That was... odd. Very odd.

The Other Side Of The Coin [Commission]

The fox kept his gaze obstinately turned out the window, watching the silhouettes of the tall buildings and mostly-functioning streetlights as they drifted by. Or rather, as _he_ drifted by _them_: a not-uncommon bump or jerk in the road kept him aware...

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wander ~ Chapter 25

The new realizations and new feelings didn't stop once Tony left, of course. It was late afternoon by the time I made it back home, and greeted Dad and went up to my room to get right into my usual weekend routine of sitting around playing video games....

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wander ~ Chapter 24

Dreams that night were cloudy and distant, yet always fuzzy, always warm, and not only because that's what I held in my arms and what I buried my nose into. All of this was something I hadn't felt in a while, and it had been even longer since cuddling...

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