Fifteenth and Main
I don't know what this is! I wrote it, though, and it felt good to write. I hope you don't hate it! Also, if you're reading this, babe, it's not about you! It's more about a feeling I get than, uh, a person.
I can feel it. Flowing around me. Can you? It's soft. Cool. Like mist. Are you there? Do you still love me?
I pushed the sheets down off of my chin, slowly stretching each of my sleep-sore muscles. My shoulders always carried it the worst - maybe it was something to do with my posture. Everyone always tells me I have bad posture. My alarm had been turned off for the last few minutes, now, but I felt like I could still feel it wailing. It's like a gunshot wound, hearing that thing go off. It fucking wakes you up, but you can feel your sanity bleeding out for the entire morning.
Clothes - I put those on.
Shower? Nah, not today.
I brushed my teeth. I was in the habit of doing that before eating breakfast, for whatever stupid reason. Sometimes after, too, but I was pretty sure that wasn't gonna happen this morning.
And now, my magnum opus. Eating a balanced fucking breakfast.
Orange. You bet your ass. Navel. Big boy.
Cereal. The super boring kind. Hundreds of replicas of the same little wheat-based 'o', drowned in a bowl of almond milk, which was basically water, and is apparently terrible for the environment. Whatever, I didn't really care. It's plants. I'm_plant-based,_ bitch. This is my element. Look at me. I'm smiling. Behold, I think to myself, a deer made of meat, and the plants that made that meat.
I'm still in love with you.
You're my vice.
I just. Can't. Stop.
"Hey Trav."
"Hey."
He reached forwards, grabbing me by the cheek fluff. I had to look up at him. He's such a lanky guy, but being thin doesn't mean he isn't a good six inches taller than me. Sans antlers, at least.
"I was starting to think you weren't gonna show."
That cocky smile of his. I never knew what to say, but I did my best to be witty.
"And miss this? Getting my face grabbed by a bony wolf in the alleyway between fifteenth and main street?"
He smirked. A toothy "I'm gonna bite you" kinda smirk.
"Could always go back to my place," he whisper-growled.
"Yeah. We could, but, well. I'd miss the dumpsters. All green, metal, and stinky. Like your ass."
"What does that even mean, Arty?"
It was my turn to smirk. I reached up, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck.
"Fuck if I know, Travis."
We both leaned forwards. We never said anything to one another about how bad we both needed it, but we both knew. It didn't take long before he'd pinned me against a damp brick wall, which was somehow the only part of this alleyway that didn't reek of trash.
"Sure you don't want some privacy?"
He was doing that sexy thing where he would talk over my lips. Breathing right over them, just millimeters apart. He shoved his crotch against mine, starting to grind against me.
"I'm sure," I huffed back.
Travis just growled at me. I was half paying attention to the little strip of pavement that this city called a sidewalk, terrified that someone might walk by. But I needed that half of my brain back, a moment later. I needed it so that I could bite his lip and yank at his scruff at the same time. So that I could appreciate the stink of dogfuck that was starting to bellow up between our chests. So that I could shove my middle finger in my mouth, suck on it, then pull Trav's pants open with my thumb before sliding that slippery digit into his sheath.
"G...Grrf, you little slut." His words made me twitch. I only needed two words to reply.
"Good puppy."
He bit my neck. Hard.
I fingered his sheath for a while. I could feel the red flesh against my fingertip as I swirled around in there. He swelled out into my palm. Six inches of twitching wolf.
"Get on your knees."
I did. My back was still against the wall, and Trav was leaning forwards on his hand, which was also pressing on the brick. He fished that plump sheath and those droopy nuts out of his sweat pants, pointing his cock right at my face. Absolutely reeking of his scent. Drooling a constant stream of glassy, clear precum.
"Open your mouth and spread your legs."
I did both. It didn't take long before I felt what I knew was coming. His big footpaw, the only part of him that was big, pressed down on the crotch of my athletic shorts, slowly ramping up the pressure.
"Fuck," I whined. He didn't seem to care. As he slapped his cock down square in the middle of my tongue, he started to rub that paw back and forth. Like a little footjob, but it wasn't really for me. That's why I loved it. He just wanted to watch me squirm as he smeared my cock and balls down against the asphalt.
He was jerking himself off, now. My job was just to watch. To let him masturbate on my tongue, to let him stomp and rub and claw at my junk. To taste him.
"F... Grr, fuck, I'm gonna cum, bitch."
He didn't have to tell me. I could see his knot twitching, and that was my cue to get involved. I reached up, my hand shaky as he really started putting the pressure on my junk, and clasped the knot like I was holding a wine glass. Stem between my middle and ring finger. And that did it.
"Ohhhh, fuck... aroooooOOOOOO!"
As he howled, I felt his thick ropes of cum paint my extended tongue, sliding back into my muzzle and pooling in my throat. It was so bitter, so salty, so animal. And god, did my nuts hurt. I'd gotten off once or twice in the past when he did this, but it wasn't going to happen today.
As the wolf arched his back forwards, tail firmly aimed down at the ground, panting like a dog, I leaned forwards, closing my lips around his dick. Just gently suckling it clean. It was as good as always.
He started to pet my head. "What a good little doe."
I blushed. Way more than I had at any point before. He hadn't called me that in years.
He stepped off of my junk, reaching out with a paw to help me stand. I looked at him, trying to clear my head. I winked, and he put his paw away.
"Ah. Someone's got to deal with a problem."
He pulled his pants back up, then stretched his arms skywards, yawning wide. Looking side to side, making sure nobody was filming us.
"Well, I have to get to my next class."
He scratched his cheek. How was he so fucking suave when he wanted to get off, but then so.. Boring, afterwards?
"Catch you around. Good luck with that thing." He chuckled, tapping the wet spot in my shorts with his footpaw. Then, he turned around, and left.
It didn't take long before I was hiding behind a dumpster, pants pulled around my ankles, jerking off like a madman. Huffing that hand, the one that still had his smell on it, like it was a gas mask. I sat up a little more, and came into my underwear. It would feel wrong to cum on a dumpster, for whatever it was worth.
Why are you such an asshole?
Why do you always tease me like that?
Make me feel like I'm in love.
When I can never keep you?