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The Crosser Diaries

by Wastedtimeee

Chapter 1: Dom And Colleen

"And zere we are." The brown-furred wolf said loudly, the lock on the door making an audible click before he withdrew the key. Giving the handle a quick shake to test how well the lock held, and finding the resistance adequate, the canine clapped his paws together in accomplishment.

“'Gift's for Ewe' is officially closed for ze day." The wolf announced triumphantly.

“That doesn't mean we're done Dommy" Came a reply, drawing his attention to the counter on the other end of the small shop. Popping up from behind the table was a rather petite, white wooled ewe. Her bright green eyes fixing on the wolf as she leaned over the counter's edge.

Dom chuckled. “Vat's left?" The brown wolf asked, gesturing vaguely at some of the shelves. “Clean-up takes ten minutes." The wolf flashed the ewe a small, but confident smirk as he adjusted his spectacles. “And wiz my help it's more like five."

Dom watched the little ewe's muzzle crinkle in annoyance as she placed her hooves on her hips.

“Did ye forget so soon we're doin' inventory tonight?" Colleen rebuffed. “For Hornunnus' sake, it's why we had to cancel our date ye daft hound you."

“Ve did not cancel." The wolf corrected, holding up a single clawed finger as he made his way over to the counter, giving the ewe a ginger pat on her spongy tuft of head wool. As the wolf expected, his mate recoiled, but not without giggling as she playfully swatted away the wolf's paw. “Zis is the date."

Colleen simply rolled her eyes, but her feigned annoyance was severely undermined by her creeping smile.

Domenick Rossack had been mated with the diminutive ewe for close to three months now. Their relationship the end result of a long journey of personal self-discovery for the wolf that had truly begun with Dawn Bellwether's book, 'Predator Seeking Prey'.

Dom had originally hailed from Bearstagarden in the nation of Pawvaria before making his way to Zootopia. It was a land of proud traditions and steeped in rich culture, and nowhere in the nation was that truer than in the little hamlet among the country mountainside in which the wolf had spent his formative years. Born to a native Pawvarian wolf father, and an Iberian wolf mother who had immigrated from Spain, Dom and his family still considered themselves full-blooded Pawvarians. His parents loved their homeland, and the instilled a similar love into their two sons as they grew. Of course, no country is without its imperfections, but said imperfections wouldn't become apparent to the wolf until he had reached his adolescence. It was during those years that Dom slowly began to discover that he harbored an attraction to ewes, and in his sexual fantasies he seemed to favor them over she-wolves. At first, the wolf had tried to write it off as simple feral urges. Some crossed wire between his ancestral wolfish desires to feed on sheep and his developing sexuality. But as the feelings persisted into his early adulthood, it became increasingly clear to the wolf that there was no 'hunger' element involved in that attraction other than a purely 'sexual' one.

Of course, Pawvaria, for all its wonderful cultural staples, held a rather cold view toward of predator-prey relationships. It was not as if the public would protest the existence of such a thing, nor would they chase a 'crosser' couple down with pitchforks in paw, but it was not a concept Pawvaria was known for embracing with open arms. It was something that, from a moral standpoint, went against the rather conservative and traditional views of the populace, and thus those partaking in such relationships were quite few and far between, and kept themselves out of the public eye. For Dom, this made it largely impossible to explore his developing urges due to the stigma involved. Not just for the risk of being quietly snubbed by his peers, but the public perception made the odds of finding a ewe who was openly receptive to the idea almost non-existent.

Thankfully, his curiosity for ewes seemed to be a fairly easy inclination to bury, at least that's how it had seemed at first. An interest he could simply file away in the corner of his mind as it had never proven to be such a distraction that it had kept him from being attracted to she-wolves all together. But as those relationships came and went, it became increasingly apparent that even in the best of circumstances, the wolf still felt like something was lacking. No matter how good the relationship was, or how perfect a potential mate came across, there was always something that felt off. Felt wrong. It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain, but it had always been what would inevitably end a seemingly perfect relationship.

Of course, at the time the wolf hadn't given any real deep thought or consideration to explore any other 'path' in his life. With Pawvaria being the way it was, it didn't feel as though there were any other options for the poor wolf. That was, until the release of “Predator Seeking Prey"

Dom had already been an avid reader at the time of the book's release. A history buff with a strong desire to one day put such knowledge to good use in some way outside of his work in 'offers and calculations', the wolf often had his snout buried in a book at any given time. So when Predator Seeking Prey quickly topped the bestseller list for both Zootopia itself, as well as North Mammalia as a whole, it was hard for the wolf not to notice it. The ads for the book on his e-reader seemed to pop-up with increasing persistence as the book continued to explode in popularity, and eventually the wolf's curiosity got the better of him. After all, no 'pred-prey' literature, whether tawdry romance novel or informative think piece had ever managed to garner as much public attention as the Bellwether book had. And that continuous and increasing presence among the popular public discourse kept the novel tugging at the back of the wolf's mind. Teasing and pulling at that part of himself he had largely kept from his conscious thoughts until he could no longer resist the novel's seemingly siren call. After all, surely if it was so popular, there must have been something to it? At least, that's how Dom had justified the purchase as he patiently waited for the book to download to his reader.

He couldn't remember the actual amount of time that had passed as he read the book. He merely recalled starting the book sometime in the early morning, and coming to the last page well after his parents had returned home from their respective jobs and fallen asleep for the night. The book had gripped him immediately, keeping him rapt until the very last word of the closing paragraph. The heart-wrenching tale of a sheep beyond redemption and the wolf who had fallen in love with her had struck a sharp chord within him. The deep, sometimes lurid descriptions of the love and lust between the two mammals resonated inside his very being, stirring a burning desire in that formerly empty part of his soul. And what made it hit the wolf that much harder was that it wasn't a mere fiction. It was not some bodice ripper's fantasy sprawled across the pages of a cheap interspecies romance novel, but the real story of a wolf and a sheep who were presumably, dating openly in Zootopia.

At that moment it had all seemed to fall into place for the wolf. The explanation for that missing something that had eluded him with every she-wolf he had ever dated. His lingering attraction for ewes that had never truly gone away despite his attempts to simply brush it aside. Deep down the wolf had longed to pursue dating prey, dating sheep. And he had simply ignored that inclination because the local culture had kept him from even truly considering it as an option.

With his revelation, the wolf made a bold decision, and under the cover of visiting Zootopia to take in the areas landmarks and rich history, the wolf would finally explore that part of himself. To truly see if this realization carried any real merit without the pressures of Pawvaria's cold stance toward pred-prey relationships weighing down on him. And it had been during that initial two-week trip that he had been fortunate enough to meet the little ewe that would soon become his mate, Colleen Feeney.

"And a fine date it is then..." Colleen chuckled, opening the register as she began to tally out the day's earnings. "But I'll gladly take it if it means me parents can have a night to themselves in me stead." The ewe sighed. "They almost never have time off on the same day..."

Dom smiled as he watched the petite ewe separate the day's earnings from what would serve as tomorrow's base change, taking yet another moment out of the several he had taken throughout the day to drink his mate in. Despite her bit of irelambish temper, she was largely a shy, dainty little ewe. She preferred to dress on the plain side, perhaps as a result of that bit of timidness about her, a subconscious way of trying to make herself invisible to most. Today was no exception in that regard. The little ewe sported a long-sleeved light green dress shirt with billowing sleeves that matched her brilliant eyes, and a basic black skirt. Simple, yes, but more than enough for the wolf. To Dom, regardless of what the ewe wore, she always seemed to sparkle in his eyes. It was a shine that only he could see, and perhaps it was a shine she only reserved for him.

“Although I do worry what Thomas might be up to without me mother at the house to keep an eye on him." The ewe continued. “Probably down at the Cloven Hoof causin' trouble as usual." Colleen shook her head dismissively. “My brother I swear, that ram isn't satisfied unless he's raising some form of hell somewhe-."

Glancing up from her work, the ewe finally noticed the wolf staring down at her, his muzzle curled up in a big, goofy grin.

“And what's with that smile you?" The ewe asked with a curious smirk, placing a hoof on her hip.

The wolf chuckled, taking a moment to adjust his glasses. “Sorry Schatzi, my thoughts vere..." Colleen watched as the wolf's eyes traced her form from top to bottom with no sense of subtlety. “Elsewhere for a moment." The wolf grinned.

Colleen rolled her eyes, doing her best to stifle a giggle before pulling a large book out from below the counter.

"Well, why don't ye do me a favor and clear your head by countin' out the mugs over there." The ewe said, flipping open the large inventory ledger with the flick of her hoof. "We sold quite a bit of 'em today."

"Ve're starting with ze mugs?" The wolf asked, quirking a brow. "I would zink you would start from one corner of zee store and work around, ja?" The wolf shrugged. "Or alphe-" The wolf furrowed his brow, his irises seeming to fix on his own snout as he seemingly struggled with the rather hard to pronounce Animanglish. "Alphi-beet-..." The wolf brought a paw to his brow, massaging the bridge of his snout with two fingers as he let out a frustrated sigh.

“Alphabetically." The ewe corrected, picking a pen out of the nearby holder and tapping the button atop it to reveal its point before gesturing toward the mugs.

“And it's just the way me mom does it." The ewe replied, twirling the pen in the wolf's general direction as she began to eye the ledger. “She likes to start with the 'hot sellers'."

“Doesn't exactly seem..." The wolf murmured, an uneasiness lacing his tone. “Efficient?"

“It's about as efficient as usin' a paperback ledger when we've had computers for over two decades." The ewe replied, shaking her head softly as she tapped the book with her fingers. “Me mum prefers comfort and familiarity over convenience. She be stubborn like that."

“Reminds me of someone I know." The wolf replied with a dull chuckle.

Colleen looked up from her ledger, furrowing her brow at the wolf.

“Oh?" The ewe asked. “And just who might that be?" Colleen added with a huff, flashing the wolf an accusatory glare.

The wolf raised his paws in surrender, averting his gaze slightly as he let out an uneasy laugh. “Er...your faza?"

The ewe flashed her mate a dubious glare, making it as obvious as possible that she had seen right through his rather clumsy attempt at back-peddling and doing her best to hide how cute she actually found it. She was well aware she was stubborn. But it was fun to give her mate a little scare from time to time.

“Well, that is true..." The ewe replied, causing the wolf to let out a sigh of relief as she returned to the ledger. “Now, onto the mugs my wee little scruff, I'll be tablulatin' the Bellwether books while you work on those." The ewe added with a giggle, gesturing her hoof in a small circular motion toward the wolf.

“Aye, aye, Schatzi." The wolf replied, before turning and making his way off to the nearby shelf that housed the various sheep themed coffee cups.

Turning her attention to the hardcover copies of "Predator Seeking Prey" that sat in the nearby display stand set up on the counter, she began to count them with the tip of her pen. It still surprised the ewe just how much the book continued to sell at the shop considering 'Gifts for Ewe' wasn't exactly a book per se, coupled with the fact that it had been several months since it had been released in the first place. Yet they always seemed to be guaranteed to sell at least one to two copies per day, and that much made her glad that she had been the one to push for her mother to carry the book in the first place. Granted, at the time it had been under the guise that it was not only 'technically' sheep related, but on track to be a big seller. However, even that had only been half true. When she had first found out about the book, the ewe took into account how well it was selling, as well as the projected popularity before deciding to pitch it to her mother in an effort to help the stores sales. But having it in the store also offered the ewe rather convenient access to sate her burning curiosity to read it herself without being caught by her father, mother, or worse, her brother.

Dating outside her species, let alone a predator was something the ewe had never considered before reading Bellwether's book. Back in her homeland of Irelamb, inter-species dating was practically unheard of, or at the very least relegated to the shadows. Tensions between predator and prey, especially the wolf and sheep populations in Irelamb always seemed to be one big incident away from some sort of intractable breaking point. Of course, having lived in irelamb until the age of fourteen, the ewe was largely unaware of just how 'bad' pred-prey relations actually were before they relocated to Zootopia. “The Troubles" As they had been called, while 'formerly' resolved, had left a bad taste in a lot of mammals mouths, and that was still reflected in just how isolated pred and prey mammals kept themselves post the nineteen-ninety-eight agreement. Of course, The ewe had been too young to fully grasp any of it, and by the time she could the family had long left Irelamb behind. Although her brother seemed to have been exposed long enough to be somewhat poisoned by the anti-predator sentiment that circulated among certain caprid circles.

Her father, Sheamus Feeney was a ship designer and builder, and a decent one at that. And the company that employed him, 'Harram and Wolf', had seen it fit to offer him the opportunity to run a new arm of their business that would be located in Zootopia. It was a prodigious position, with a very generous pay grade, and so the ram didn't hesitate to accept the position before they offered it to someone else. Granted the choice had earned him an earful from Fiona, Colleen's mother. Although the ewe agreed it would be the best decision for the family, she had scolded the older ram for not discussing it with them before-hoof. Although more than anything, she was more relieved with the fact that Sheamus would no longer be forced to travel through the more dangerous areas of Northern Irelamb to work any longer, as the tensions from 'The Troubles' remained at their highest there.

Of course, leaving Irelamb behind meant that the Feeney family would have to make some sacrifices. For Fiona, she would have to sell off her fabric store and hope that the cost of opening a new small business in the city would be affordable. For Colleen's brother Thomas, it meant he would no longer be able to associate with the gangs of trouble makers he usually hung around with. Something that everyone in the family aside from Thomas himself saw as a net positive. And in Colleen's case, her father's new job meant leaving her old friends behind, something the ewe had been rather broken up about at the time.

But it didn't take very long for Zootopia to bewitch the ewe with its own charms. The city was like no place the ewe had ever seen before, brimming with an energy and vibrance that was patently infectious to everyone who lived there. Around every corner there was a new experience waiting to be felt, a new piece of culture waiting to be encountered, and new and wildly different ways of thinking to be explored. But what really had shocked the ewe, at least initially, was they way mammals of all stripes were able to live and work together with what seemed like very little, if any friction. For the most part, the mammals who lived in Zootopia were kind to one another, and spent very little time letting the differences between their diet or species get in the way of getting along. Soon enough, Colleen had made friends with a variety of mammals of differing pelts, from the more familiar mammals like fellow sheep and goats, to even more wildly exotic species like antelopes and even a giraffe. It was something she knew she could have never experienced in Irelamb, where even goats and sheep rarely intermingled. And even though a part of her would always love Irelamb for its natural beauty and the softer elements of its culture, she couldn't help but grow to love Zootopia almost as much. And while her brother continued to insulate himself from the exciting experiences and ideas the city had to offer, Colleen openly embraced and explored as much as she could.

But even after all that, dating a predator was simply a foreign concept to the ewe. It wasn't as if she knew nothing about such relationships, after all, her friends had discussed such things on occasion. But Colleen had simply never considered the possibility of being attracted to anything other than her fellow sheep. Even when it came to her taste in admittedly tawdry romance novels, the ewe had never really strayed into anything beyond literature that saw barrel-chested, shirtless rams sweeping a ewe off their hooves into a picturesque 'happily ever after'. That was, at least, until 'Predator Seeking Prey.'

She had first heard about it through her close girlfriend Giselle, a particularly clumsy giraffe who, like Colleen, had been a transplant from Roarope at around the same age. The giraffe had used the topic of the book as a way to more or less spring on Colleen and their other mutual friends that she had taken up dating a wolf herself, although the relationship had apparently started a few months before the novel's release. For a moment, Colleen had worried such an admission would see the dissolution of their friend group almost immediately, fearful that the rest of their friends would be so put off by the giraffe's taste in males that they would simply refuse to associate with her. But that had proven to be Irelambish thinking, and to the ewe's surprise and relief, the response to Giselle's announcement was met with nothing but gleeful encouragement among the rest of their friends. In fact, the ensuing conversation would come to reveal to Colleen that almost all her friends had already read the rather 'controversial' tome. The ewe could remember sporting an almost constant burning red blush as the discussion devolved into fits of giggling over the more 'tawdry' portions of the novel, something her friends thankfully hadn't seemed to notice. But Colleen also found herself strangely compelled by what she was hearing. Curious and somewhat yearning to hear more about the concept of a sheep being with a wolf to the point that by the tail end of the conversation the ewe had been asking almost all the questions pointed Giselle's way.

“Well then why don't you just read it?" She could remember the giraffe finally saying with a giggle. “You're the book worm of the group after all."

After that, Colleen did her best to backpedal, to play down her intrigue in the face of her friends. But that hadn't snuffed out the flame of curiosity that had been set deep within her. She had to read this novel, somehow, she needed to sate her taste for that forbidden knowledge. But she couldn't let her parents know. She couldn't risk such a book being found in the Feeney family home, she couldn't endure the questions that would arise. And so, she had to come up with a plan.

Thus, Colleen would convince her mother to carry the book at her gift shop, and limit her reading to the store so she could simply slip the novel back into the stand between sessions or when a customer entered the store. At least that had been the plan. But from the moment the ewe first got a copy of the book into her hooves, her muzzle was buried in it. She could barely will herself to put the book down for anything less than the store's entry bell signaling that a customer was entering, which would force the ewe to rush to hide the book below the counter in a frenzied panic. She found herself enthralled by every page, wrapped up in the whirlwind of raw drama and romance that Miss Bellwether had seemingly poured her very heart and soul into. It was a fascinating tale of self-discovery written by a ewe who Colleen found to be not much different than herself. A ewe who had found love with not just a predator, but her natural enemy no less. And with each chapter, the book seemed to throw another log on the fire that was building in Colleen's core. A fire of burgeoning questions, reflection, and as the book began to delve into the more 'mature passages', building arousal.

The description of Bellwether's first time with her wolf was, in retrospect, not all that dissimilar from some of the better-written romance novels Colleen had read. But for some reason, they excited the ewe far more than any other piece of 'bodice ripper' tripe ever had. The ewe found herself compelled to re-read those sections again and again, long after completing the initial novel. The pages of 'her' copy of 'Predator Seeking prey' becoming permanently dog-eared at the portions that featured her developing fantasy in the process. And with each revisit, Colleen couldn't help imagine herself in Miss Bellwether's place with increasing frequency. Changing the passages and descriptions of herself and the wolf in her head more and more to fit her increasingly developing taste with each re-read. Just imagining herself being taken by this strong, massive predator made her tremble with excitement each time. Her loins growing increasingly moist as she fantasized about her ideal wolf pressing his form against her own. The large, fanged mammal caressing her petite body, kissing her deeply, pledging his love to her as they made passionate love in the dark of his den.

She wanted that love. She needed it. Bellwether's own story had made her painfully aware of that. It was as if Bellwether's book had a direct line to the teenager Colleen had once been, explaining to her in no uncertain terms that her attraction had always been to wolves and clearing up all of the feelings of uncertainty and doubt she had sometimes felt with males of her own species. And so her teenage desires were making up for lost time spent focusing on the wrong ideal mate by indulging in the lurid and tawdry passages as though she were first experiencing her sexual awaking all over again. The rush of hormones had sent her running to the store's bathroom numerous times to quell the flames of passion that would reach a stifling pitch. Her trembling hoof massaging her ewe-hood vigorously as the fantasy in her head played to its inevitable crescendo.

It was so lurid, so inappropriate. Not only for a sheep of her upbringing, but at her mother's store no less. But with no other outlet to seemingly explore that desire that had grown to consume her, the ewe was trapped between a rock and a hard place. How would she go about admitting such a preference for males now that she was so sure of it? And more importantly, how would she go about pursuing her newfound desires? How would she find that perfect wolf that was meant to be hers and hers alone?

Fate had answered that call three months ago when Dom had had first entered her store, and had inadvertently caught her reading Bellwether's book. She had been foolish enough to leave her headphones in at the time, and hadn't heard the wolf until his shadow had drifted over the page she was reading. It was a start, to say the least, first from the initial surprise, followed swiftly by the immediate terror that came with being caught with the book openly. She had no way of knowing how the wolf felt about the 'controversial' read, and what sort of reaction just being caught reading it could provoke. But his general awkwardness, coupled with his thick Pawvarian accent quickly put the ewe at ease. Not only was he a fellow Roaropean immigrant, but the brown-furred wolf's general demeanor seemed soft and inviting. Of course, that only served to fluster the ewe in an entirely different manner, especially when the wolf revealed that he too had read the Bellwether book.

From there the conversation grew increasingly comfortable, as well as long. The pair spending almost an hour talking about everything from Roaropean politics to their respective families before the wolf finally seemed to work up the courage to ask her for her phone number. Not that she was any less nervous as she read it out to him.

Since that time, the ewe had experienced a whirlwind of exciting and titillating experiences that would solidify her love for wolves, and more specifically her love for Dom. In the end, Colleen couldn't say it was anything like Bellwether's book, primarily because mere words could not describe what finding that connection, that raw love and passion that came with finding the mammal you believed to be your soulmate was like. It was better, so much better. Especially in the bedroom. The way he teased her, the way he worshiped her. No male had ever treated her quite like Dom. Had ever seemed to love her quite like Dom. For once in her life, she felt whole. Her inner being feeling as though that missing 'something' had finally been found. He fulfilled her, and she could only hope that he truly felt the same. It had only been three short months, but she was his. Totally and completely. And he was hers.

Her wolf, her Dommy. Her attention drifted back to the wolf as he carefully rifled through the mugs on the shelves, pausing between rows to jot down a number on a notepad before moving on the next. The ewe leaned on her hoof as she let out a quiet, dreamy sigh, her eyes tracing the brown wolf's form. Dom was dressed rather sharply, which the ewe had grown to learn was his preference. According to Dom, it came from a mixture of his love for Pawvarian tradition along with the desire to always put his best foot forward. Clad in a deep green jacket fitted with deer horn crafted buttons over a well-fitted dress shirt and pale blue tie, along with a pair of tight black jeans that gave the ewe a fantastic view of his butt, the wolf exuded a sense of class. This, topped with his fine black-framed spectacles gave him a handsome, intellectual look that only added to his professional flare, and the ewe's attraction. Colleen smiled as she began to reminisce on just how many times she had pulled that wolf into a kiss by that very tie. How many times she had leaped into his arms, burying her muzzle into his plush, chestnut chest fur and drinking in his scent.

The ewe could feel a familiar warmth begin to rise deep within her nethers that quickly snapped her out of her increasingly pleasant reverie, and she tried to shake off the rising arousal with a full-body shudder. There would be time for that later. Just a few hours of inventory and she would be spending the night at her mate's apartment, in the loving embrace of her wolf.

“How's it coming Dommy dear?" The ewe asked, more of an effort to distract herself than actual curiosity.

"Fine, fine..." The wolf replied, his eyes remaining on the mugs as he removed one from the shelf. "Just about done here I zink."

“Good. Good." The ewe tutted rather tersely, clasping her hooves together and taking a deep breath.

“Oh!" The ewe suddenly snapped, raising a finger. “Don't forget to account fer the mug that she-wolf dropped this afternoon." The ewe continued. “Remember we wrote it off!"

Dom chuckled. “I remember Colly...' The wolf replied, placing the mug back on the shelf. “Who could forget zat she-wulf?"

Colleen scrunched her muzzle slightly, a tinge of irritation visible on her brow as she peered at the wolf from across the counter.

“So ye be eyein' the local she-wolves now?" The ewe pouted, puffing out her cheeks in annoyance. “Givin' up on mutton so soon are ye?"

“Not at all Schatzi." The wolf replied, a smug smile creeping across his muzzle as he spoke. “You know I only have eyes for-"

“Dommy." Colleen's voice was stern as glowered at the wolf. “Don't ye dare finish that sentence or I swear to the gods..."

The wolf chuckled, giving the ewe a slight eye-roll as he gestured to the myriad of sheep pun related merchandised scattered around them. “Sorry Colly, it's a bit hard to resist considering our surroundings, ja?"

Colleen let out an irritated sigh. "I'm reminded of that every day Domy." The ewe grumbled bitterly as her eyes wearily scanned across the multitude of products plastered with lame sheep puns scattered throughout the store. "Every dag muchin' dey."

The wolf let out a soft chuckle as he peered over another shelf of sheep themed mugs.

“I remembered her because ze whole reason ve didn't charge her for ze mug vas because she was a fellow 'reader'." The wolf replied, lowering his gaze to meet hers and flashing her a mischievous smirk. “You remember, Our favorite book?"

Colleen blushed slightly, the ewe shrinking into her shoulders a bit as she bit the tip of her pen.

“A-aye..." The ewe stuttered. “I remember."

The wolf chuckled softly, shaking his head. “She vas just as ensnared by zee allure of mutton as I vas judging by zee way she gushed ova zat book." The wolf offered a slight shrug. “Vell, zat, and zee fact zat she was here buying gifts in zee first place."

Colleen giggled softly. “Hey, I'll have ye know a lot of non-sheep folk come in here to buy presents for friends."

Dom flashed his mate a dubious glance before making his way over to one of the nearby tee-shirt racks. Colleen watched as the wolf sifted through them for a moment before finally drawing one free from the rows by its hanger, holding it up and gesturing a paw just underneath the text written on the shirt.

“Lamb in zee streets, Ram in zee sheets?" The wolf rolled his eyes. “Because zat's a shirt you buy for friends, ja?"

Colleen placed her hooves over her muzzle, doing her best to stifle her giggling as she tried to get out some form of rebuttal. But as her mate broke into a cackling fit of his own, the ewe couldn't help but laugh along with him, their shared laughter echoing through the empty store for several moments before the two managed to compose themselves.

Wiping a tear from her eye as the last of her laughter began to trail away, the ewe finally managed to some form of reply.

“Must be some kinda ram to have earned himself a shirt like that, eh Dommy?" The ewe said, a few errant chuckles escaping her muzzle as she spoke.

“Truly." The wolf replied, lifting his glasses to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Of course, I'm sure he's got nuzing on me." Dom added, flashing the ewe a cheesy grin. “Right Schatzi?"

Colleen rolled her eyes, waving the wolf off with a dismissive hoof. “Oh now don't be goin' fishin' for compliments now." The ewe chided. “It ain't becomin' of a gentlemam' like yourself."

However, Dom seemed undeterred, the wolf slinking his way back up to the counter and leaning an arm on it. The wolf ran a paw through his tightly combed back head fur before bobbing his eyebrows suggestively at the ewe.

“Well ze way you said zat he must have been 'some ram' had me vorried zat you're zee one zinkin' of going back to mutton." The wolf chuckled. "I can't help it zat I might vant a little re-assurance?" The wolf cooed, putting on a rather obvious fake pout as he eyed the ewe sadly.

Colleen simply rolled her eyes, but at that the wolf sidled his muzzle up closer to her, Dom now a mere few inches from her face as he made his eyes as wide and pitiable as possible. The wolf's pouty lip began to quiver.

“Surely I'm at least somevhat better a ram, right?"

Colleen let out a tired sigh, but despite trying to look as annoyed as possible, the ewe couldn't stop a smile from creeping across her muzzle. Colleen placed a hoof under the wolf's chin, affectionately caressing his cheek with a thumb as she flashed him a warm smile.

“You are better than any ram ye daft hound, you know that." The ewe replied warmly. The wolf's faux frown evaporated in an instant, a broad, beaming smile taking its place. "You're the best mammal I've ever met."

Slipping her hoof up to his cheek, the ewe pat it gingerly. In response, she heard the wolf's tail spring to life as it began to briskly cut through the air behind him. It was something all canid mammals did of course, an involuntary expression of pure joy, but on Dom she couldn't help but find irresistibly cute.

“And you know I'm strictly on a 'predator' only diet." The ewe giggled, giving her mate a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

The wolf chuckled warmly, giving the ewe a sultry, half-lidded gaze.

“A 'predator only' diet eh?" The wolf crooned, quirking a brow. Placing his paw on her hoof, the wolf drew it close to his muzzle before pressing his lips against the top of it. “So does that mean you find me as delectable as I find you my darling Schatzi?" The wolf replied with a chuckle.

Colleen giggled softly as the wolf began to trail up her sleeve, the wolf's nose doing most of the fabric lifting on its own as he crept upward.

“Or just..." The wolf had reached the bend of her elbow before coming to a stop, turning his eye back to the ewe in his grasp. “Certain parts of me?"

The ewe let out a bleating titter, placing her other hoof to her muzzle as she tried to stifle her laughter.

“You be such a dog Dommy!' The ewe playfully scolded as a blush began to form on her muzzle. She could feel that familiar tingle starting to pull at her desires as the wolf's soft, warm breath played across the skin of her arm.

"Wuff." The wolf barked phonetically, going back to trailing kisses up her arm. However, Colleen was quick to stop him, giving his muzzle a gentle push with a hoof as she drew back from the wolf.

Dom tilted his head in clear confusion at her sudden and jarring resistance to his charms.

"Dommy, we need to focus on work." The ewe protested, clearing her throat sharply before gesturing her hoof to the rest of the store. "We've still got a lot of ground to cover ye know, and the last thing we need is you gettin' all carried awey."

“Vell it would be easier to control myself if you didn't tease me so..." The wolf chuckled, taking a moment to adjust his spectacles. “Predator only diet..pft..."The wolf shook his head. “How vas I to take zat as anyzing but a a request for a helping?"

The ewe giggled, growing increasingly crimson as the wolf took her hoof once more. With a confident smile, the wolf drew her sleeve up again, placing another gentle kiss on the bend of her elbow before eyeing his mate seductively.

"Dommy..." The ewe cooed, her arm remained extended in such a way as though she were trying to disconnect herself from it. However, the effort did little to quell the pleasurable sensation each kiss elicited.

“Vhat? I can't tease too?" The wolf rebuffed, placing another delicate kiss on her upper arm.

The ewe squirmed slightly as that familiar feeling of warmth from deep within her very core began to simmer. She could feel the embers inside start to smolder as the wolf continued an agonizingly slow trip up to her shoulder. His movements between each kiss point were slow and methodical, drawing out her anticipation of each time his lips met her flesh. And while each kiss was nothing more than a light peck before the wolf quickly withdrew, it made her skin tingle with warmth and excitement.

“Dooommy..." The ewe tried to scold. “Y-ye don't tease like I do..."

The wolf let out a slight scoff, his grin growing smug before he planted a quick kiss on her shoulder.

“Ye don't play fair!" The ewe protested, letting out a shuddering bleat as the wolf finally drew back from her arm, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Alright, alright, fine..." The wolf finally relented, releasing his grip on the ewe's hoof before drawing back from his mate slightly. The wolf let out a disappointed sigh. “I am a civilized mammal, I can control myself."

Colleen did her best to hide her own feelings of dissatisfaction, harshly clearing her throat as she tried to shift back into her more authoritative posture.

“Good. Good." The ewe replied, straightening her sleeve before placing both of her hooves neatly on the counter. “We'll have all the time in the world for havin' our fun after we finish up here."

The wolf nodded affirmatively.

“Alright Colleen. Your zee boss." The wolf chuckled.

Colleen furrowed her brow, placing her hooves on her hips and frowning.

“Don't say it like that Dommy!" The ewe whined lamely. “You make me sound like I'm bossy!"

The wolf simply shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle.

Pressing away from the counter, the wolf took a moment to straighten his tie before dutifully turning his attention back to the mugs on the far rack. Colleen watched as the wolf took a step toward the racks with a lingering feeling of regret. The flickering hint of desire inside wishing the wolf would take it that much farther despite their obligations, as well as the fact that they were in her mother's store.

But it was a sense the ewe had only been allowed to dwell on for but a moment as the wolf stopped in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder at his mate with a somewhat pleading, earnest expression.

“One kiss before I go?" The wolf asked, a tinge of hope in his voice.

Colleen smiled, rolling her eyes slightly as she beckoned the wolf closer with a hoof.

“Just one." The ewe giggled. “And then it's back to work with ye." Colleen replied.

“Doesn't vant to be seen as bossy she says." The wolf chuckled, earning a quick scowl from the ewe as he leaned back over the counter.

“Oh shut up." The ewe giggled, grasping the wolf by the tie before drawing her lips to his.

It was a mistake. She had known it from the moment their lips had touched. That flicker of desire, those smoldering embers that had been stoked by the wolf's playful pecking suddenly flared up in earnest from the mere contact. The intense tingling sensation against her lips pulsing through her body in cascading waves as a lustful haze began to cloud her thoughts.

Slowly, her trembling hoof relinquished its grip on the wolf's tie, drifting up to the wolf's cheek as she drew him deeper into the kiss. In response, the wolf quickly matched her movement by placing a delicate finger under her chin, which only served to spur the ewe to meet his motions by placing her other hoof on the wolf's opposite cheek and pulling his lips to hers that much more tightly.

It had been the kick-off to a game of rapid escalation, the pair each driven to up the ante by their wanton desires. Each action feeding into the pair's mounting lust, and prompting the other to go one step further. Soon one of Colleen's hooves had migrated behind the wolf's head, burying its fingers into his mane of head fur as she pressed him deeper while the other tried desperately to reach over his shoulder and clutch the back of his jacket as tightly as she could muster. In turn, the wolf brought his broad arms around his mate, pressing her deeper into him as the pressure between their muzzles intensified.

Colleen wanted him to open his mouth, for his long and lithe canid tongue to invade her muzzle and join her own in a delicate dance as the kiss grew increasingly powerful with each passing second. But the fog hadn't completely taken her yet, and the rational part of her mind was still in conflict with her rising arousal. It was growing desperate, clawing at the swath of fog that was growing to consume it while screaming louder and louder that the store was no place to rut, that they had work to do. And it was when she felt the wolf's lips part, that the siren blaring in what remained of her sensible side had actually managed to send enough of a jolt through her to break the kiss and deny herself the pleasure she had so intensely craved.

The ewe placed her hooves on the wolf's muzzle, shoving the wolf back with as much strength as she could muster. Unfortunately, that had proven to not very effective. The animal weakness that had developed from her growing hunger making the shove a rather pitiful attempt. Still, she had managed to break the kiss, and had added a bit more distance between herself and the wolf by drawing back slightly. Colleen let out a rather ragged pant, her actions leaving the wolf in with a somewhat confused expression on his face. But it was a fleeting look, one that quickly dissolved as the wolf took the initiative and leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

“D-Dommy..." The ewe cooed, weakly pushing back against the wolf as he trailed long, sensual kisses down the side of her face.

“D-D...Don-" The ewe's lips were barely moving as the wolf's muzzle drifted down to her neck, each kiss sending a shudder down her spine. Colleen let out a few, lame bleats as the wolf continued, his grip around her tightening as he pulled her that much closer.

"Tell me to stop..." The wolf replied, his voice low and gravelly, almost thrumming with a low growl as his kisses began to morph into suckles on her collar bone. "And I vill..."

"D-Dommy, Don-." She felt his tongue slither up her neck, causing the ewe's head loll backward, Colleen closing her eyes as she let out a bleating hiss of pleasure.

Grasping the wolf's cheek with her hoof, the ewe gently pressed his muzzle into her neck. His breath was hot, and growing heavier by the minute, and the ewe savored the sensation as it danced across her flesh. In that moment the last of her resistance faltered. The lingering voice of conscience in her mind drowning beneath the haze of pure lust that she had willingly given herself over to.

“D-Don't stop..."The ewe murmured weakly, turning to nuzzle against the wolf's face. “D-don't ever stop..."

With that, the wolf's lips drew up to hers once again, his muzzle immediately parting and allowing his tongue to meet her own. The wolf teased her with its length, his organ curling and twirling around her own in slow, sensual motions. Realistically, her tongue was no match for his in terms of size, but that had never stopped the ewe from trying to keep up. Delicately suckling at his probing tongue between quick gasps of breath, and quivering each time she felt a hint of the wolf's fangs brush against her tender flesh.

The dance of tongues seemed to go on for an eternity. A blissful exercise that both mammals seemed keen on savoring. But eventually Dom broke the kiss, the wolf suckling on her lower lip for a moment before slowly drawing back from his mate. His clearly reluctant tongue still connected to the ewe's own by a thin strand of saliva before the wolf managed to slip it back into his muzzle.

The two mammals simply stared at one another for a moment, both mammals panting raggedly before Dom suddenly scooped the ewe out from behind the counter and fully into his grasp. The wolf pressed the ewe tightly into his chest, supporting her rump with one arm as he drew her against his body with the other. All the while, the wolf's eyes had remained fixed on colleen's own, her shimmering green iris glimmering with love and adoration. He could feel her heart hammering against her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I don't zink we could stop even if vee wanted to now..." The wolf panted weakly. “I zink were beyond zat..."

Colleen swallowed hard, before giving her mate a brisk nod.

The affirmation was all the wolf needed before he was back at the ewe's neck, the wolf playfully suckling and nibbling at her flesh as he buried his nose into the vee of her neckline. Soon he felt fabric begin to shift around him, bristling at the fur on his face as the green blouse the ewe had been wearing began to ruffled around his muzzle.

"Baahstard shirt!" The ewe cursed, earning a soft chuckle from the wolf currently buried in her collarbone. It was clear the ewe was making a desperate attempt to claw her way out of her blouse and finding little luck with Dom so tightly attached to her neckline.

Taking it as an opportunity to come up for air, the wolf drew back just enough to allow the shirt to slip free of getting snagged on his muzzle, and it a flash it was up and over the ewe's head.

Colleen flashed the wolf a small smirk before tossing the shirt carelessly off to the side.

“There, it's go-AH!"

The ewe's statement was cut short as the wolf's tongue once again dragged across her skin, sending jolts of pleasure into every inch of her flesh it touched as it drew from the center of her collar bone before burying itself in her cleavage. The taste of her skin, her sweat, was intoxicating to the wolf. Slightly salty, but largely sweet. It titillated the wolf's taste buds.

For Colleen, his tongue had felt like fire on her flesh. Like sitting just a hair's breadth away from a fireplace, where the heat was just shy of being overwhelming. It was so close to her sensitive mounds now, so tantalizing close it was making the fabric covering them feel as repellant as sandpaper. The ewe threw her arms around the wolfs head, tightly pressing it deeper into her chest.

“O-Oh Dommy..." The ewe let out a shuddering bleat as the wolf continued to trace her tender flesh with his tongue.

“T-this is so wrong..." The ewe muttered weakly..."M-Me mom's store."

“We wont' tell her." The wolf replied between laps.

“B-But Domy..." The ewe shuddered. The heat inside was steadily growing, as well as the moisture in her loins.

“Vhat she doesn't know vill not hurt her." The wolf added, flashing his mate a sly grin.

Leaning forward slightly, the wolf sat his mate on top of the counter, releasing his grip around her middle as he brought his paws to her hips. It earned a curious glance from the ewe, but only for a moment as the wolf ran his paws up her chest.

Colleen let out another shuddering bleat as his palms dragged up her torso, his claws just barely tracing her skin as his paws came to rest on the cups of her bra. It was a rough, quick motion that caught the ewe off guard and sent a shudder of pleasure deep into her sex. Glancing up at her mate with a lustful gaze, the ewe's hooves began to wander into his jacket, Colleen weakly starting to pull at the hem of his coat in a meek attempt at signaling to the wolf to remove it.

Dom chuckled warmly, the wolf reluctantly drawing his paws from the ewe's lovely mounds as he began to help his mate with his coat. As the wolf began to slip an arm out of on sleeve, the ewe went to work on the buttons of his dress shirt.

"Eager are ve?" The wolf said with a grin, as he slipped his other arm free of the jacket before folding the garment and placing it on one of his arms. "And you seemed so reluctant just a few minutes ago." The wolf added, gently lobbing his jacket over the Bellwether book display.

Colleen had undone several of the wolf's buttons by now, and the ewe's hooves had gone to work tugging the lower portion of his dress shirt free of his belt before she had registered his comment. Glancing up at her mate, the ewe puffed her cheeks in mild annoyance.

"It's your fault for getting me started Dommy!" The ewe replied, trying to hide a smirk as she returned to tugging at the remainder of his buttons. "Whatever happens from here on out be on you!"

The wolf snickered as he began to undo his tie, drawing it free of his collar before tossing it aside. "I zink I can live wiz zee consequences." The wolf replied.

With the tie gone, the ewe made quick work of the final few buttons on the wolf's shirt, exposing his chest fur to the open air. Colleen ran a trembling hoof through the plush mane of fur as she shuddered with pleasure. She could recall so many mammals, Dom included, that went on and on about sheep's wool. About how soft and lovely it was, more so than any other mammal's pelt. But to Colleen, the wolf's fur was like running her hoof over the finest satin. So much lovelier than the coarseness of natural wool, and so much more inviting.

Dom slipped out of his dress shirt, allowing it to slide to the floor as his mate continued to run her hooves up and down his chest, the wolf heavily enjoying how much pleasure his mate seemed to get out of feeling up his pelt before bringing his paws back to her waist.

"Oh Dommy..."The ewe cooed, as the wolf began to slowly draw his palms up the sides of her chest once again. This time the wolf moved with an agonizing steady pace, making sure to allow just the very tip of his claws to grace her tender flesh as they crawled up her torso. He could feel the ewe's shuddering, stilted breaths as moved up her body, the thrum of her heartbeat so loud he could feel in his pads.

When his paws came to rest once again on the cups of her bra, the ewe tensed up. Her hooves suddenly gripping into the wolf's fur as she felt the pressure of his pads dance agonizingly close to the buds of her breasts. Colleen held her breath as the wolf simply seemed to pause there, the ewe eagerly awaiting his next move, and mildly worried that the wolf would elect to tease her.

With a smirk, the wolf increased the grip on her breasts before suddenly drawing his paws up in one rough motion. It was enough to force a squeak out of the ewe, both from a mixture of surprise and pleasure as her bra twisted up over itself. The fabric of her jade green bra brushing sharply against her nipples as the wolf forced the bra upward.

One terse push had freed the lower portion of the ewe's breasts, but the center of her mounds remained trapped beneath the now mangled fabric. However, Dom remained undeterred, and with a second, slower drag of his paws, her breasts finally slipped free of their prison.

Colleen scrunched her muzzle up in mild irritation, giving the wolf a playful swat on his paw as she placed a hoof on her hip.

“Aye! Not so rough!" The ewe remarked with a giggle as she began to pull her bra up over her head. “Ye could have just asked me to take it off!"

Dom rolled his eyes slightly, letting out a bemused chuckle.

“Vere's the fun in zat?" The wolf rebutted, earning a mild scoff from the ewe.

“Besides..." The wolf added, bobbing his eyebrows suggestively at the ewe. “You know you like it rough..."

Colleen nearly had the bra free of her head when she felt a jolt of pleasure that had caught her so off guard she was forced to grip the countertop to keep her balance, leaving the bra tangled in her head wool. Dom had roughly gripped the ewe's exposed breasts, rolling the pads of his palms over her delicate, pink nipples. The ewe let out a low groan, the vaguest hint of a bleat trailing from her muzzle. Slowly, almost instinctively the ewe's body began to lean backward, her chest arching slightly and pressing her breasts more snugly into the wolf's grip as she closed her eyes.

“Oooh...." The ewe bleated weakly. “Dommy..."

His paw pads. They had always felt so strange, so alien. Yet another unique aspect of canine anatomy. It was something rams simply didn't have, and it made the sensation of its touch all the more titillating. It was a hard sensation to describe, the feeling of those sort soft and pliable, yet strangely firm bits of flesh was unlike anything she had ever felt before being intimate with a wolf. And the way the exposed flesh contrasted the fur that encircled them would send oscillating sensations of pleasure straight to her loins.

Colleen leaned her head back slightly, her muzzle upturned toward the ceiling as she relished the sensation. Losing herself to the ministrations of the wolf's nimble fingers as he drew them daintily around her delicate areolas, the wolf making soft and tantalizing small circles over the flesh with varying degrees of pressure. Every action, every touch stoking the fire burning in her core that much hotter.

“Oh Dommy..." The ewe cooed, rolling her shoulders in time with the wolf's touch. “That feels so-."

The ewe let out a sharp gasp, arching her back sharply as she felt one of the wolf's sharp claws gingerly graze her nipple.

"R-R-ut!" The ewe hissed, her tiny frame shuddering she felt her loins twitch. Her panties had been growing increasingly soaked during a majority of the foreplay. But that sudden, surprise contrast of the wolf's claw teasing at her sensitive nipple made her feel as though someone had dumped a bucket of water down her skirt.

"Ja, you liked zat Colleen?" She heard the wolf utter. Her eyes were still clamped shut from the sensation of intense pleasure that was still pulsing through her body from her head to her toes and back again. The ewe was forced to bite her lip as she struggled to compose herself enough to speak. Still, for all her effort, all she could manage was a brief, terse nod.

The wolf chuckled softly. “Zen you vill love zis."

Colleen let out a squeak as she suddenly felt something hot and moist envelope her left nipple, the ewe pounding a table with a hoof as she braced against the counter with the other. She could feel the wolf's tongue begin to tease at her breast, his muzzle playfully suckling at the sensitive mound of flesh as the hot breath from his nose set fire to her flesh while his paw continued to work her other mound.

What was it about this wolf, her wolf, that could work her into little more than a quivering puddle from just the slightest touch? To leave her paralyzed and powerless as he ravished her. In a way, it was as frustrating as it was enthralling, if only for the fact that the ewe enjoyed feeling as though she had some degree of power over her partner. And simply giving in to the overwhelming pleasure and leaving herself fully at the wolf's mercy, well, that was an admission of defeat in her eyes. She had to shift the balance of power, to have a little fun toying with her mate in the same way he so easily toyed with her.

But before the ewe could make her move, she felt the wolf's teeth graze her nipple, nearly causing her to fall backward onto the counter as she let out a loud, whimpering bleat.

Her hoof clumsily slid back across the counter, causing her to slip further down before it managed to find purchase on the edge of the tabletop. The ewe gripped the lip of the counter desperately, her hoof grazing a strange raised block stuck to the underside of the table. Her finger depressing a smooth, plastic groove before she managed to stabilize her grip. The ewe was about to glance back at the odd object that seemed to jut out from below the counter, but the wolf's muzzle slipping free of her breast had suddenly taken the urgency of exactly what attention was needed where back on Dom.

Glancing toward the front of the counter, the ewe could see her mate had drawn back slightly, his sights now set on the ewe's skirt. It was wide open now, held spread by her legs that had splayed out awkwardly during her struggle to maintain her balance. She watched her mate's tongue run across his muzzle in a slow, sensual movement as he eyed the prize hidden beneath her panties.

“Vell, vell, vell..." The wolf growled softly. “You could have just said you vanted to skip zee foreplay Colleen." Dom added, the wolf letting out a low, mischievous chuckle.

The ewe had to act fast if she wanted to gain the upper hoof on her mate. To have the wolf at her mercy as much as he had had her during his masterful exercise in breast-play.

Gripping the counter's edge with her hooves, the ewe thrust herself at her mate with all her might. It was a maneuver that caught the wolf off guard, so much so that the force of her leaping off the counter and into his arms had caused the wolf to stagger backward into the mug rack before the both of them went crumpling to the floor with an audible thud.

“C-Colleen?!" The wolf sputtered between gasps. Whether it was a response to the overall excitement that had been building, the sudden and seemingly unprovoked tackle by Colleen, or that the fall on his back had knocked the wind out of him, the wolf couldn't tell. Somewhere behind him he could hear the shattering of ceramic as presumably several of the mugs hit the floor.

Tilting his head upward, and slipping his glasses back onto his muzzle, the wolf could now see his mate had taken a seat straddling his knees. His ewe smiling back at the wolf with impish glee.

The wolf opened his muzzle, but any questions died in his throat as the ewe ran a finger directly over the seam in his crotch, causing his already swollen cock to twitch in pleasure. Dom grit his teeth, closing his eyes tightly as he let out a hiss.

"Well, looks like somebody's in a wee bit of a hurry to get out of there isn't he?" The ewe said with a giggle, walking her fingers up the length of his shaft that was pressed tightly against his jeans with agonizing slowness.

“J-Ja..." The wolf uttered weakly, offering his mate a brisk nod as a few more mugs popped apart against the tile floor somewhere far behind the wolf's head.

“I'd say he's been cooped up in there for too long." The ewe grinned, placing her thumb and forefinger on the wolf's zipper flicking it between them playfully. “I'd say it be time we commute the poor lad's sentence."

The wolf watched as his mate drew down his zipper, relieving some of the pressure from his swollen phallus as the seam spread open to reveal his underwear. With a wary paw, the wolf reached for his belt buckle, however, the ewe seated on his knees gave his hand a playful swat. Placing a hoof on her hip, the ewe eyed him slyly.

“Now, now Dommy." The ewe giggled. “I'm takin' the lead here." The ewe scolded playfully.

“Bu-But-." The wolf protested, but the ewe was quick to cut him off, holding out a single finger to silence him before dragging it down his bulge and forcing another whimper from the wolf.

“It's only fair I get to tease ye too me wee scruff." The ewe giggled. “Now ye just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Dom watched as the ewe leaned down slightly, gripping the buckle of his belt with her hooves and carefully slipping it open. Then in one swift, almost startling jerk, the ewe had ripped his belt free of his pant loops. It was a surprising show of strength from his petite mate, and had his tail not been currently pinned beneath him, the action would have drawn another frenzied wag session from the excitement.

The ewe folded his belt over onto itself before taking it in both hooves, pulling it sharply and sending an audible crack through the air that made the wolf's shaft jump. The ewe let out a soft giggle before tossing the belt over her shoulder.

Opening the button on the wolf's jeans, Colleen began to tug at the hem of his pants to attempt to drag them down. However, the ewe made little progress despite her best efforts, Dom watching with a vague hint of amusement as Colleen puffed her cheeks in annoyance. The ewe was so adorable when she tried to take charge, and even more so when she insisted on doing things herself. The wolf couldn't be sure if it was a sheep thing, or an Irelambish thing, but either way it was an adorable trait the wolf kept the mention of to himself, lest she'd protest and argue that he was wrong until the sun came up.

With a defeated sigh, the ewe glanced back up at her mate, a hint of irritation lacing her features.

“Dommy?" The ewe asked.

The wolf simply nodded before lifting his hips into the air enough so the ewe could actually make some headway pulling down his jeans. Soon enough, Colleen had dragged the black fabric down to just where her thighs sat atop his knees.

With a smirk, the ewe grabbed at the elastic rim of his briefs, a twinkle of mischief flickering in her eyes.

“Let's give little Dommy some air, shall we?" The ewe cooed.

With one swift pull, the wolf's cock sprung free from the last of its restraints. The wolf's throbbing, red organ pulsing in the brisk, cool air that now encircled its length and sending a shuddering chill down the wolf's spine.

Dom watched as his mate ran her tongue across the lip of her muzzle as she eyed his swollen length. The ewe flashing him an amorous smile before running a single finger from the base to the tip of his lance.

Dom shuddered, letting out a soft hiss in response.

“C-Colly..." The wolf's voice was practically a whisper.

To Colleen, the wolf's cock was always strangely fascinating. It was so much different than a ram's, thicker and bulkier at either end. Of course, this was largely due to the presence of a 'knot', another rather unique facet of canine anatomy that the ewe had quickly grown to appreciate in her time with Dom.

Colleen drew her nose close to her mate's pulsating member, the ewe taking a deep whiff of his musk and basking in his scent. Dom's scent was oddly reminiscent of a summer forest laced with something she could quite place. A deep, primal smell that made her nethers twitch in response to the odor. Colleen let out a shuddering exhale before reaching a trembling hoof out and grasping her mate's shaft.

Dom let out a sharp hiss in response to the sudden grip of his mate's hoof on his lance, his hips bucking instinctively to the sensation before the wolf adjusted to the change in pressure.

“Coll-lly." The wolf moaned softly, eliciting a giggle from the ewe.

"Does it hurt Dommy?" The ewe asked, tilting her head in playfully feigned curiously as she eyed her mate.

The wolf murmured something completely inaudible before managing a weak nod, his cock trembling with each breath he managed to draw.

"Don't worry my dear Dommy..." The ewe cooed sweetly. "Your little 'Schatzi' will take care of you..."

The wolf let out a sharp gasp of surprise, throwing his head back as he felt something warm and wet envelope the head of his shaft. Colleen had apparently decided to blow right past the warm-up strokes, instead choosing to head straight into taking his length in her muzzle. He could feel her tongue teasing at the base of his head, twirling from side to side as the ewe began suckling.

She started somewhat slow, the ewe barely bobbing her muzzle as she focused on the very top of his length, her tongue giving extra attention to the lower edge of the wolf's glans where it met the start of his shaft. But soon the ewe began to take more of his length in steady, even suckles, her tongue cupping the bottom of his phallus as it dragged along with each pass. All the while the ewe kept her eyes fixated on her mate, the ewe taking delightful glee at the way the massive wolf seemed to squirm with every suckle and lap.

In response to the ewe's titillating teasing, Dom tried to grip at the floor beneath him, but the tile gave little purchase to his claws. The wolf let out a soft whine as the ewe continued to work his member, his hips bucking in response to a particularity powerful slurp as Colleen swallowed as much of his shaft as she could before drawing back and releasing his shaft from her muzzle with an audible, wet, smack.

The ewe giggled softly as she gripped his length with a hoof once more to keep it steady.

“You like that Dommy?" The ewe asked in a sultry tone.

Like his mate before him, the most the wolf could muster was a terse, whimpering nod.

Colleen chuckled gleefully before running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, causing the wolf to buck against the sensation once more.

“Good Wolfy..." The ewe replied with a smirk.

Keeping her hoof gripped tightly against the wolf's shaft, the ewe began to slowly drag it up and down its length, making sure to drag out each pass at an agonizing pace as her attention shifted downward toward the wolf's plump, furry balls.

Easing her free hoof around the large, delicate orbs, the ewe did her best to cup as much as she could into her palm before running a thumb against them softly.

It was another part of her mate she found herself oddly fascinated with, although they weren't all that different than the testicles of another mammal. Perhaps it was his plush, inviting fur coupled with the oddly pleasurable pliability and feel of the orbs contained within? Maybe it was the feeling of power that came with holding one of her mate's most sensitive parts in her hooves? Regardless, handling the wolf's precious parcels sent a stray shiver of pleasure down her spine, one that would grow stronger and steadier as the ewe began to delicately prod and knead at his sensitive balls with one hoof as she continued to stroke his length with the other. All the while her mate squirmed beneath her, Dom moaning and whining plaintively with each playful squeeze and stroke.

"C-Colly..." The wolf murmured, arching his back as the urge to buck his hips overtook him once again. Dom slammed a balled fist against the floor, the wolf letting out a whimper as his head titled skyward. The wolf grit his teeth, closing his eyes tightly as Colleen's hooves continued to work their magic. The combination of the sensations from the ewe's massaging his shaft while simultaneously fondling his balls thoroughly stoking the flame of desire that had been broiling inside him. His cock was practically aching now, shuddering and pulsing with every one of the ewe's ministrations, and it was quickly becoming more torturous than pleasurable. The stimulation proving to be no longer enough to sate the wolf's hunger.

Colleen had been so distracted with the wolf's family jewels, that she hadn't noticed the wolf's whines had quickly faded into something more akin to a primal growl, and by the time she had felt the wolf starting to shift beneath her, it was too late to act.

The ewe turned just in time to meet her mate's gaze as the wolf suddenly leaned forward, clasping her shoulders with his paws before quickly pinning her to the floor. It wasn't a particularly forceful move, the wolf seeming to take a degree of care in terms of placing her against the tile unlike how she had aggressively tackled him, but it had caught the ewe so off guard she had let out a yelp of a bleat before the wolf had effectively fixed her to the ground.

With the wolf now towering over her, the little ewe watched with bated breath as he rose slightly, trying his best to shake his pants and underwear off without releasing his grip on his mate. It took a few moments, but soon enough the wolf's black slacks and undergarments were crumpled in a pile to the side of the pair, and his gaze was once again fixed on hers, his green eyes shimmering with lust as he panted raggedly.

“Colly...I..." The wolf huffed, his words fighting to escape over his excited breathing. “I need you..."

The wolf flashed his teeth, letting out a soft growl. “Now..."

The ewe's heart skipped a beat, her ewehood trembling at the sound of the wolf's deep, gravelly growl.

Colleen nodded briskly. “A-Aye..."

Bringing his paws to the ewe's waist, the wolf hooked his claws under the hem of her skirt and panties, drawing them down her lithe form as the ewe moved her legs as best she could to make the task easy for her mate. Unlike Dom's pants, the wolf had managed to get her's off and away in the blink of an eye, the flicker of fabric briefly appearing in the air before disappearing into some invisible corner of the store.

Now completely exposed to the cool air of the shop, the ewe's entrance trembled and twitched in anticipation. The muscles inside her sex aching for her mate's touch. For the familiar feeling of his cock delving deep into her yearning folds.

"D-Dommy..." The ewe cooed, biting down gently on one of the knuckles of her hooves as she eyed the wolf expectantly.

Dom ran his tongue over his muzzle at the delectable sight. Colleen's quivering mound, so moist, so inviting. It was calling to him now, begging for his heat, his warmth to meet its own. His cock throbbed in anticipation as he scooped the ewe into his arms.

“D-Dommy?" The ewe asked, her tone wavering with lust as she struggled to speak. “W-What are ye-AH!"

A sudden jolt of heat and pressure against her sex forced an end to the ewe's question. She could feel the head of his lance probing her dripping mound, slipping against the folds as it struggled to find its way inside.

The wolf was on his knees now, holding the ewe aloft slightly with one paw as he did his best to line up his staff with the mouth of Colleen's ewehood. The heat and moisture against his burgeoning length making the wolf all the more desperate to get inside of her.

“Hold on Sc-Schatzi..." The wolf cooed, doing his best to hold her steady as he made another pass at entering her. “I-I'm almost..."

"AaaaaaAAhhh...." The mammals hissed in almost perfect unison as the head of Dom's cock found its mark, slipping into the tight, hot interior of Colleen's sex. The wolf grit his teeth slightly as he felt her inner walls clamp around his throbbing phallus like a vise.

Colleen lolled her head back, letting out a soft, pleasurable hiss as she felt her mate's lance enter her quivering mound, savoring the sensation of her loin muscles hungrily suckling at the wolf's cock.

“Ooooohhh....Colly..." The wolf uttered, Bringing a paw to her hip as he leaned over her petite form.

“A-Aye Dommy..." The ewe whimpered, reaching a hoof up to the wolf's muzzle and caressing his cheek. Dom offered the ewe a small, warm smile in response.

“Y-you want me to start slow?" The wolf asked, shuddering slightly as he felt his mate's folds squeeze down on him.

Colleen chuckled softly “Not too slow." The ewe replied, her already crimson skin growing that much more red in her bout of sudden bashfulness. “I-I do like it rough after all..." The ewe giggled.

Dom chuckled, shaking his head softly in response.

Leaning his mate forward a bit more, the wolf began the careful process of guiding his length the rest of the way inside her, the wolf stopping each time Colleen's inner walls gripped down too tightly to continue in order to collect himself. Not that the wolf had necessarily met any sort of resistance, in fact, quite the contrary. The ewe's hungry sex seemed to tug at his shaft, trying desperately to draw him all the way inside as quickly as it could. She was so tight, so tantalizingly moist and hot that the wolf's primary concern came down to not allowing the sensation to overwhelm him to quickly. To give him time to adjust to his mate in earnest before building up to that inevitable crescendo.

For Colleen, the deeper her mate drew within her loins, the hotter the fire inside her began to roar. The heat inside reflecting in every bead of sweat that trickled down her taught, pink flesh. She had told the wolf not to go too slow, but even the moderately acceptable pace he was working at felt like an agonizing eternity. She already wanted him to go harder, to go deeper. To scratch that itch the wolf had created in her very core.

Finally, after what had seemed like forever, the ewe felt her mate's knot bottom out at the entrance of her ewehood, her yearning folds suckling at the hilt of his rod as the ewe let out a shuddering bleat of pleasure.

“O-Oh Dommy..." The ewe uttered, lolling her head back slightly as she moaned.

The couple held like that for a moment, basking in the sensation of being fully enveloped in one another. The ewe's muscles contracting in time with the throb of the wolf's member, causing the pair to let out a shared shudder of pleasure with every pulse.

“Colly..." The wolf whimpered weakly.

“A-Aye..." Colleen replied. Dom hadn't needed to say anymore, if he had even planned to. Their emotions were fully in agreement with one another. This moment was nothing short of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Slowly, reluctantly, the ewe felt her mate begin to withdraw from her sex, the absence of his member leaving her inner walls trembling with want as the ewe let out a weak bleat. It was a slow, methodical movement, albeit it faster than the wolf's initial entry, but somehow it had felt that much more agonizing. She yearned to be filled up again by her mate, to stay filled and bask in his warmth and love.

Thankfully, his time outside of her yearning loins was brief, and soon he had begun to slip back inside. Her folds hungrily pulling at his pulsing member as nestled back into its former position, a throb from his lance causing her to let out another shuddering bleat before it began to slip away again.

Soon the wolf had created a rhythm, albeit a slow and steady one. His cock slipping in and out of her dripping ewehood with sensual, consistent strokes.

“C-Colly..." The wolf hissed, gritting his teeth tightly in response to another tantalizing tease from the ewe's hot, wet, loins. She was already squeezing at his shaft so tightly the wolf was growing increasingly worried of cumming early.

“F-faster..." The ewe whimpered. “F-Faster Dommy!"

The wolf picked up the pace as he began to pump in and out of the ewe with greater vigor. While the tight pull of her muscles hadn't exactly decreased, the increased speed gave the wolf a bit more recovery time in between each plunge back into her hot, inviting nethers. But with this increased speed and pleasure, the wolf was finding it harder to maintain his balance while holding the ewe up.

“C-Colly...W-We..." The wolf choked between pants, his voice quavering with a hint of uncertainty.

“D-Deeper!" The ewe groaned, lolling her head back as Dom's lance pressed against the back of her ewehood. “F-Faster and De-Deeper!"

Leaning forward, the wolf gently laid his mate out on the floor. Colleen let out a squeak in response, and the wolf could feel the shudder travel through her body and into his own as she arched her back away from the floor.

“C-C-Cold!" The ewe hissed.

"S-Sorry..." The wolf replied, offering his mate a meek smile as he leaned further over her, placing a paw against the floor to stabilize himself.

The ewe reached up with her hooves, wrapping her fingers into the wolf's chest fur and gripping tightly.

“K-Keep going!" The ewe hissed, pulling the wolf closer to her with as much strength as she could muster.

Not missing a beat, the wolf returned to pumping his member ever deeper in and out of the petite ewe. His new, more stable position allowing him to increase the vigor of his strokes as he began to pound her into the floor.

"Ahhhh!AHHH!" Colleen moaned loudly, wrapping her hooves around her mate's neck and pulling herself into him as he continued to pound away at her dripping wooly muff. The fire inside had grown into a full-on inferno, and it was beginning to consume her mind and body whole. She could feel the flames of pleasure lapping at every inch of her insides, her muscles spasming with increasing fervor as she inched ever closer to her inevitable climax.

“D-Dommy!" The ewe hissed, burying her muzzle into his chest and rubbing it deeper into his fur. She could feel his knot inching deeper into her sex with each pump, the throbbing lump at the base of his member growing that much closer to filling her to the brim. But each thrust only fed the ewe's desperately growing lust. She wanted it harder, deeper, faster. And to do that she knew she needed to present her mate with the best possible angle to allow him to really drive it home.

“D-Dommy?!" The ewe sputtered, gritting her teeth in between her words in an effort to stifle her moans. “C-Can we change positions?"

Dom's pace slowed, the wolf taking a moment to swab the sweat from his brow before replying to the ewe.

“V-Vhat did you have in mind?" The wolf asked, between labored breaths.

The ewe offered her mate a sly smirk.

“Doggy?" Colleen cooed.

That earned a broad grin from her mate, the wolf letting out a soft chuckle as his rutting slowed to a halt, his member still buried in her ewehood to the hilt. Colleen could feel it pleasantly throbbing as it lay still, drawing a shuddering moan from the ewe.

“Ah, the natural vay huh?' The wolf replied, his grin practically beaming. “You know I can't say no to zat."

Slowly, the wolf withdrew his reluctant member from the warm, inviting nethers of his mate, his cock spasming in protest as it found itself once again encircled by the significantly cooler air of the outside world. It was a desperation that was just as latent in Dom's mind as it was the organ itself, but at the very least the wolf was able to compose his thoughts by the virtue of knowing he'd soon be returning to that velvety, snug muff.

With a paw, Dom gestured for his mate to ready herself. Of course, the wolf had barely waved his hand before the ewe began scrambling to position herself accordingly. Colleen excited turning on her stomach and practically thrusting her perfect round rump in his face. The ewe waggled it briskly, flashing the wolf a pleading look as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Give it to me Dommy..." The ewe cooed softly, biting the nail of one of her hooves as if she were trying to suppress her seemingly overwhelming excitement.

Dom chuckled softly as he took his shaft into his hand, placing the other on the ewe's right hip as he ran a thumb through her soft, luxurious wool. Colleen really had the perfect ass, at least in the wolf's opinion. Neither too lean and bony, nor so thick one could barely get any sort of purchase on it. It was perfectly rounded, with its curvature making it look almost heart-shaped from the angle was currently gazing at it. The surface was nearly entirely covered with her plush, pleasantly soft wool except for a perfectly sheared circle around her most sensitive parts. The wolf knew it was sheared that way for hygienic purposes, but it also had the added benefit of drawing his eye directly to her quivering mound. Her entrance flushed red, and sopping with sweet, succulent juice as it seemingly begged for the return of his hot, aching lance. But even with the display, his eyes couldn't help but linger northward for but a moment, to the even naughtier hole that the ewe would sometimes allow him to venture deep within. The wolf watched for a moment, taking great satisfaction in watching that particular hole pucker along with each of the muscle spasms from its nearest neighbor. The wolf could scarcely imagine how tight it must have felt from all the activity, but the thought alone made his cock throb that much harder.

The wolf squeezed it slightly, allowing his claws to just barely dig into her wool as he once again lined himself at her entrance, the wolf taking a moment to revel in the pleasurable amount of pliability before guiding the head of his shaft back into the ewe's sensitive folds. It had slipped in significantly easier this time around, mostly in part due to how wet the ewe had grown in the lead up to the change in positions. Granted it had only taken a little bit longer to enter her the first time around, but the mixture of relief and pleasure that danced along the wolf's pleading shaft had made the mere few seconds of difference feel like a mercy. The fires were alight again, and soon enough the wolf had returned to his previous pace, pumping in and out of the ewe's tender, dripping sex with renewed vigor.

Colleen offered the wolf a weak smirk as she pressed herself off the floor with her hooves, allowing the wolf the best possible access to her pussy as he continued to pound away, his paws coming to rest on her hips as he gripped them tightly.

“A-Aye Dommy..." The ewe cooed between pants. “T-That's O-OoooOOhhh..."

The wolf tried to smile while maintaining his rhythm.

“Aahhh Ruuutt..." Dom grit his teeth, and the ewe could feel his claws digging into her hips as continued pump furiously. The wolf growing faster and deeper with each stride.

"A-Aye...AHHHhhhh!" The ewe hissed, doing her best to keep from slumping back onto the floor. The burning fire within had swelled up the inside of her body and was now starting to flood into her brain, mixing with the erotic, lustful fog that had already overtaken it, and as a result, it felt as though she was starting to lose control of her motor functions. Her arms were growing numb, despite the persistent, pleasurable tingle, and soon enough, she was forced to succumb to her failing muscles.

With her arms having given out on her, the ewe had simply slumped to the floor. Her aft end remaining tightly in the grip of her mates paws as he drilled away at her dribbling ewehood.

“Oh gods D-Dommmy!" The ewe moaned loudly.

The wolf's eyes had seemingly grown permanently shut as he continued to piston himself in and out of his mate. His thoughts growing increasingly muddy by the building, primal desire to rut and dulling his senses to the world around him. He could smell her sex now. That sweet, delectable scent that the wolf couldn't quite quantify. It reminded him of meadows and streams in the spring, a time when the previously dormant plant life stirred to life, budding and blooming as the weather grew warm and pleasant once again. It only served to excite the wolf that much more. The growing heat in his loins starting to send that familiar shudder up his spine that told him he was growing close to the edge.

"C-Colly...I-!" The wolf hissed, gritting his teeth sharply to try and stifle a groan. "I'm getting close!"

"M-Me Too!" The ewe bleated lowly, her thoughts consumed by the heat that had grown to overtake her. She was so close now, the muscles deep within her loins spasming sharply as her climax drew near. Near, but not quite there. The ewe knew she needed a little something more to force herself over that threshold, something she was more than certain her mate would love.

“F-Finish in me arse Dommy!" The ewe suddenly spat, glancing in the wolf's direction with a lustful, yet mischievous grin.

The wolf didn't need to be told twice, hell, he didn't even ask for clarification as he drew his member free of Colleen's slick, quivering pussy.

"Ahhhhhh!" The ewe whined as her hungry sex twitched and spasmed in the absence of that familiar, pleasurable warmth that only her mate could provide. Her body shuddered as the burning inferno that now raged within her began to scream out, pleasure shooting through her nerves at random as the overall sensation began to fade. It was as if every part of her body was scolding her for making the wolf stop, even if only for a moment. For robbing it of that last push it needed to feel truly sated. And while those sensations wracked her tiny body, the ewe did her best to grit her teeth and bear it as she waited for the wolf to act.

Although the wolf was already thoroughly slickened up from the ewe's dripping sex, he knew the tightness of Colleen's ass, while heavenly to imagine wrapped around his girth, would take a bit of effort to get all the way in. But the yearning desire to press on, to finish buried to the hilt in her ass made him desperate to squeeze inside as fast as possible. The wolf quickly lined his shaft up with his mates puckering entrance, her anus twitching in response to the sudden contact before he began to prod with the entrance tip of his cock.

"A-Aye...D-Doooo...!" The ewe shuddered, and the wolf could feel it as the head of his member managed to slip into her ass proper, the muscles inside practically strangling it as he let out a groan. By the gods, he was so close. But there was no way in hell he would allow himself to finish anywhere but all the way to the hilt inside her.

Grasping her ass with both paws, and gripping tightly, the wolf thrusted again and again, each time barely managing to gain an inch as he struggled to keep from cumming. All the while Colleen's ass muscles continued to tease the entirety of his length. Her insides seemingly torn between expelling the wolf and drawing him deeper.

“C-Colly!" The wolf hissed, slipping his tongue between his teeth as he bit down on it. It was all an effort to keep the orgasm off for just a little longer. He was so close, so very close.

He was probably an inch or two shy when the ewe's muscles seemed to suddenly give, the next thrust allowing the last of his shaft to slam deep into the ewe's puckering asshole. The only thing that remained beyond its reach was his painfully throbbing knot, the base of which was squeezing tightly again her opening as it desperately tried to claw its way in to join the rest of his cock.

"AAHHHHH!" Colleen practically shrieked as the wolf's cock reached its target, the full length finally driving deep into her ass in a somewhat surprising forward push. She had already been doing her best to keep from slipping over the edge from the wolf's slower, prodding pushes when her muscles had suddenly decided to simply open up and let him inside. The heat and warmth from his throbbing shaft was now filling her to the brim as the fire inside her roared back to life. The flames inside growing blindingly bright as the ewe felt it begin to consume her.

“CollEEEEEN!" The wolf hissed. For as tight as his mate's entrance was, the exit was that much more. The muscles inside gripped his member tightly, suckling hungrily as the wolf continued to push deeper. He could feel the knot starting to slip inside, all it needed was just a little more pressure and the wolf would certainly be able to tie her.

“DOMMY! I'M G-GONNA-!"

That was all the ewe managed to utter before she felt his knot slip fully into her back door. She could feel every muscle inside her squeeze as her vision went white. The fire inside had fully engulfed her, burning her down as a powerful orgasm rocked every fiber of her being. Shockwaves of blinding pleasure shuddered through her diminutive frame, causing her muscles to spasm wildly in response, especially those seated deep within her sex. She could feel her vaginal muscles bearing down tightly in time with her ass muscles that were firmly gripped around her mate's cock. His burning hot seed entering her ass in time with the excess fluid now dribbling from her ewehood in time with each orgasmic spasm.

Dom's claws dug sharply into Colleen's hips as he fired load after load into her tight little ass, the wolf shuddering with pleasure as the muscles within his mate continued to tease his tender shaft. Dom let out a low, shaking breath as his the tension in his body began to slacken, the wolf growing more and more relaxed as he rode the waves of pleasure out for as long as he could.

“O-Ohhh.....Dommy..." The ewe said, letting out a dull bleating moan as she struggled to look the crane her head enough to look the wolf in the eyes.

The wolf ran a trembling paw through his hair, panting slightly as he looked to his diminutive mate.

“Good?" The wolf asked meekly.

Colleen offered a weak chuckle. “Phenomenal my wee Scruff..." The ewe uttered. “P-Phenomenal." The ewe stuttered slightly, riding out a lingering wave of pleasure as she remained pressed against the floor. She could already feel the wolf's seed starting to dribble out from around his knot.

Glancing up at her mate, the ewe offered him a small, warm smile.

“I love you Dommy." The ewe uttered.

Colleen watched a small smile cross the wolf's muzzle as his tail once again began to sharply cut the air behind him.

“Ich liebe dich auch." The wolf cooed sweetly.

'CRASH'! The sound of shattering glass killed the moment in an instant, the sound eliciting a startled scream from Colleen as the wolf quickly withdrew from his mate's behind. Turning to face the source of the noise, the wolf struck a defensive posture in front of Colleen as his eyes fixed on the glass that was now partially crumpled out of the shop's front door. Dom quickly cobbled the clump of fabric that made up his dress pants, pressing it over his groin in a crude attempt to hide his rapidly shriveling member as he began to growl at the incoming intruder.

Dom watched as a brown clawed paw reached through the opening, turning the lock on the door before slipping back out. As soon as the paw had disappeared back beyond the front door, it suddenly swung open to reveal two mammals standing in an equally defensive posture of their own.

Standing in the door frame stood two officers for the ZPD. One, a mostly grey colored doe rabbit, and the other an orange and brown tod fox with a notched ear. Both mammals were holding tranquilizer guns, armed and at the ready.

“Alright! Paws up and-!" The rabbit's serious expression quickly faltered as it seemingly became clear to her just what they had stumbled in on, her muzzle suddenly flushing crimson as she quickly covered her eyes with a paw.

“SWEET CHEESE AND CRACKERS!" The rabbit hissed.

Her partner, however, seemed less affected by the sight. A smug smile creeping across his muzzle as his formally pointed and attentive ears slackened. The fox crossed his arms, letting out a soft chuckle as he scanned the two mammals huddled on the floor.

Colleen was now holding on to Dom for dear life, the ewe using the bulk of the wolf's body to hide her own nakedness while Dom continued to clasp his jeans against his groin in his best effort to hide the most offensive part of himself from the officer's view.

“Well..." The fox chuckled. “Looks like somebody was having fun."

"NICK!" The rabbit hissed, her paw remaining clasped over her eyes as she swatted lamely in the mammal's direction with the other. The fox edged out of the way of her swing with little effort.

“W-Why are ye comin' here!?" The ewe somehow managed to squeak, drawing the wolf's attention back to his mate. “D-Did somebody call?"

“Somebody tripped the silent alarm in this place." Nick replied. “So we got called down to check it out."

"Silent alarm?" The ewe muttered to herself before suddenly recalling the strange, smooth plastic indent she had pushed while struggling to stay on the countertop. Glancing over at the counter, it immediately clicked in her mind just what had happened.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, the ewe turned her attention back to the officers standing in the doorway.

“I pressed it by accident!" The ewe replied. “There be no crime here!"

“You pressed the silent alarm?" Dom asked, quirking a brow.

The ewe shrugged toward the counter.

“It's under the top of the counter." The ewe replied. “I must have pressed it when you were...eh..." The ewe trailed off, unwilling to finish the statement with the two strangers standing across from them. Luckily, what she had implied had easily registered with the wolf.

“A-Ah..." The wolf replied with a weak laugh.

"Alright Carrots..." The fox spoke, placing his tranquilizer gun in its holster. "Tranqs down."

The rabbit clumsily placed her firearm into her holster, all while keeping her other paw tightly pressed against her eyes.

With a sigh, the fox stepped into the store, drawing closer to the couple before stopping just short of several shattered mugs that laid strewn about the floor. Colleen and Dom watched as the fox gave a careful scan of the store, his eyes lingering on the broken mugs for a moment before he turned his attention back to the pair.

"So..." The fox spoke, eyeing the couple suspiciously.

"You own the place yeah?" Nick queried.

Colleen poked her head out from behind the wolf, offering the fox a meek, withering smile.

“A-Aye..." The ewe muttered weakly. “M-Me mom does."

The fox glanced between her and Dom for a moment before the fox gestured toward the both of them.

"And this has all been..." The fox paused, seemingly mulling over his choice of words for a moment before finding the right one. "Consensual?"

Both mammals nodded briskly, almost in unison.

“Ja, absolutely." The wolf replied.

“Aye, one-hundred percent." Colleen added.

“Mhh hmm..." The fox muttered, crossing his arms once more as he took another glance around the store.

“M-Me Mom doesn't have to know about this, does she?" The ewe asked, her tone wavering slightly.

Turning his attention back to the pair, the fox removed his hat, scratching his head fur with a paw before placing it back on his head.

“Well, provided you can get someone to fix that window and clean this place up before she sees it, you don't have to worry about us saying anything." The fox replied with a chuckle. “After all, I'm not entirely heartless when it comes to the plight of 'young lovers'." The fox added, flashing the pair a smug grin that caused both mammals to flush crimson.

Seemingly satisfied, the fox turned on his heels, making his way back to his partner. The couple watched as the officer placed an arm around the diminutive rabbit, spinning the seeming frozen doe away from the sight of the pair.

"Alright Carrots, coast is clear." The fox said with a chuckle.

Colleen watched as the rabbit's ears perked up, her paw slipping away from her eyes as she looked up at her partner.

“Wait, that's it?" Judy asked.

“Accidental alarm." The fox shook his head. “We're done here."

Judy craned her head to look over her shoulder, while still partially hiding behind it as best she could, the rabbit's ears drooping as she looked to the couple.

"U-Uh..." Judy murmured. "S-Sorry about...I mean..." The bunny nervously trailed off, her muzzle growing increasingly crimson as she seemingly struggled to find her words.

"It's okay." Dom and Colleen replied in unison. It was a terse response, one that would hopefully end the conversation as both mammals were eager to see the officers leave.

“See, they are fine with it." The fox chuckled. “Now let's get back to the precinct. Bogo's gonna love to hear this one."

“NICK!" The rabbit hissed. “Stop acting like this is FUNNY!"

"Oh, it's not funny." Nick replied as he led his partner out of the door frame. "It's hilarious."

With that, the door closed behind them, leaving Dom and Colleen alone once more.

With the officers gone, Colleen released her vise-like grip against the wolf's side, sliding into a seated position on the floor as she covered her muzzle with her hooves. The ewe let out a long, tired sigh before placing her hooves on her lap with an audible 'plap'.

Dom, now having risen to his feet, worked to slip his briefs back up his legs before looking to his mate with concern.

“Are you alight Schatzi?" The wolf asked.

The ewe shook her head. "I don't think I could be any more mortified than if me Ma and Dah walked in on us." The ewe said with a sigh, running a hoof through her mane of head wool.

“Vell..." The wolf chuckled. “At least the officer seemed nice."

Colleen glanced up at her mate, a look of disbelief and amusement on the ewes face before she broke into a quiet chuckle over the absurdity of it all. Slowly the laughter rose into a full giggle, and soon enough the silliness of it all had drawn the wolf into the laughter along with her. Dom slumped down next to his mate as the two laughed aloud.

This was a night they would never forget. That's for sure.