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In the passenger seat of a hatchback, Jesse wanted to throw himself out of the window. Tears were on the verge of welling in the rabbit's eyes. He had never experienced the heart-jumping noise of a spike strip popping his tires, and now his car was gone just like his license. The black-furred femboy was armed in a leather jacket, jeans and an orange collar with punk-like hair, rested his face against the window and looked outside at the night. His eyes were stinging; his mascara was running. Street lights and the occasional other driver go by. Everything was clear; the perfect night for a drive around town. The perfect night for an asshole in a BMW to be on Jesse's road.

"So I'm pretty mad at you." Mike eventually broke the silence. In the driver's seat, the samoyed had one paw on the steering wheel and the other scratching the fluff on his face. The dashboard was illuminating the pair's face and the messy interior of the hatchback subtly; Jesse knew that all of Mike's features were contorted into fang-baring anger. He grit his buck-teeth. It was taking every fiber of his being not to look at the dog; him and his stupid green baja hoodie that didn't fit him right and that fucking black beanie. This was all bullshit, he thought.

"Say something."

"Everything really feels like it's crashing down on me tonight." Jesse said and crossed his arms. He fought back tears like his life depended on it. "I had a shitty day at the restaurant and I wanted to go out for a pass or two on the mountain roads.."

"Drifting is fine. I think it's cool." Mike said. His knuckles were showing through his fur with how tightly he gripped the wheel. "Racing? I'm not so sure about racing. It's really weird seeing you in a cell, Jesse. Seeing that fucked with me."

"My fucking tires were popped, dude!" Jesse protested.

"You could have gotten yourself hurt! You could have hit someone or something!"

"Mike, you fucking know how doing this shit at night makes me feel. Those roads are my canvas and my car is my brush! You can't take that away from me!" He yelled. He was glaring at Mike as if the tables were turned. Deep down, Jesse knew they weren't.

Suddenly the hatchback screeched to a halt in the middle of a suburban street. Mike was staring directly at Jesse; Not quite anger, not quite sadness but a strange combo of the two was written over his muzzle.

" I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET HURT!" He barked out, almost screaming. Jesse froze as if in ice. He had never seen Mike act like this before. The samoyed was practically looking into Jesse's soul, his arms shaking on the steering wheel. He looked like he was going to go berserk and tear Jesse's head off right then and there. Tears sparkled in his eyes and he mumbled out weakly, "..You little dumbass.. I don't want to see you hurt.."

Adrenaline from tonight's events, from the race to being in the cell to here, was all still running through Jesse's veins and in this moment it was all amplified like a speaker. Mike's words were really true; the samoyed had tears rolling down his face almost more than Jesse did at this point. The rabbit wanted to hide his muzzle in his lop ears and never emerge from them. His heart was beating like a drum. What the fuck was happening tonight, he thought? He wanted to rage and break the window and crawl out of it. He wanted to bite into his ears until they bled. This wasn't fair to him and something commanded him to rebel and speak out.

"..He got away.." He sniffled in. He was trying to put on an act to seem more genuine but fell into the real thing, beginning to bawl. He did his best to stay stone-faced stoic. "The other guy I raced with. The cops got me but he got away."

Jesse heard Mike gasp like he had just admitted to murder.

Behind the hatchback, a honk brought the pair to reality again; both the samoyed and the rabbit jumped. They both looked at each other and exchanged a glance that mutually said 'let's go home'. Mike muttered a curse and got the car moving again.

With a quiet chuckle, Jesse heard Mike add, "Fuck, that is pretty shitty.." and wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

-

Back inside the pair's relatively spaced and lightly furnished apartment, Jesse ran for the bedroom. Halfway through the door, Mike barked out, "Don't you fucking dare." and Jesse froze. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Fuck off, he thought to himself. Fuck off fuck off fuck off-

"Turn around." Slowly, Jesse spun and faced the samoyed, who had his arms crossed. Jesse huffed as if he had control of the situation, as if he was just going to blow Mike off and be alone under his blankets for the rest of the evening. His heart and his head were on fire. Leave me alone you fucking dog, Jesse thought.

Mike jerked a digit down to the space in front of himself and said, "Come." Obediently, Jesse stepped into place as ordered. He swallowed, shivering all over. Inside, his emotions were burning up like a wildfire. He wanted to just lie in bed. He wanted to explode and scream and yell, but simply couldn't. His eyes grazed over the samoyed and he bit the side of his lower lip. That tone in Mike's voice and that body language said more than anything the pair exchanged in the past. The samoyed reached a paw out and touched the collar on Jesse's neck as if it were an heirloom.

"I almost lost you tonight." He murred. Jesse shivered. Somewhere within him he felt the dog's eyes looking him over like a piece of meat. Something was different tonight between the two; an electricity or a spark. Behind him, Jesse's little teardrop-shaped tail flicked through the hole in his jeans.

"I'd never hurt anyone or anything when I drive, Sir.." Jesse said meekly.

"As much as tonight tells me different.. The police didn't tell me there was another racer involved." Mike finished. He licked his chops. "Kiss me."

As ordered, Jesse tilted his head upward and pressed his lips against the samoyed's own. Inside, his emotions waxed and writhed like a violent ocean becoming a calm lake. He wanted to scream but couldn't. All of tonight's prior events began to melt away like ice; the only thing he had to do was listen to the samoyed. The dog's powerful lips made his knees weak and it overwhelmed Jesse like a tsunami. Feeling a surge of boldness, he made an effort to stick his tongue into the dog's muzzle, which was met with a stinging slap to his fat rear. Jesse winced and fought to stifle his pleasured moan.

"Don't get too cocky, girl." Jesse shivered at the word. In his jeans his cock tented rock hard. Mike's large paw squeezed at his butt, squishing and folding it, the dog exploring his property a bit more than usual. Pressing into the femboy bunny, Jesse instinctively craned his neck up as Mike nuzzled into it. This wasn't like all of their other sessions together. Those samoyed paws were all over him and he surrendered to them like an obedient, good bunny would. His rebellious nature had waned away like a breeze and all that was left was an urge, a need listen and obey. Softly, Jesse moaned and cooed under Mike's touch.

The canine whispered into Jesse's ear, "Bedroom. Undress. Let's make tonight special."

"Yes, sir.." the lapine obeyed.

-

Jesse looked at his black-furred, nude, semi-hourglass form in the mirror. His hips were wider and his thighs were putting on more weight. Mike stood up behind him, tall enough that his muzzle wasn't in the mirror. That gym-toned canine form diminished his own lapine one. He felt a heat press against the cheeks of his plump ass and promptly moaned. Mike's large paws rubbed over Jesse's chest and cock, the femboy twitching and melting into him. As ordered, he stood in nothing but a pair of orange thigh-high striped socks and his similarly colored collar on his neck. This was the part that made shivers tingle through him like electricity. His favorite part.

Like a chain becoming stronger linked together, Mike clinked a long silver leash to the front of the collar. Jesse sighed.

"On your back and spread your legs, girl." Mike stated. Without question, Jesse did so, staring at the samoyed with innocent eyes up on their rose red bed sheets. His cock stood up at attention. Watching the larger canine, he slipped downward and craned each of Jesse's legs into his arms, leveling his muzzle with the femboy's cock and looking up at him with a grin. Jesse gasped and tried to hide his muzzle behind his lop ears. Is he actually going do to this, he thought? This wasn't like Mike at all. He had fantasized about this, sure, but now it was suddenly coming into fruition like the dog read his mind.

"S-Sir..?" Jesse squeaked out as Mike's broad, smooth tongue graced the tip of the bunny's dick. "Are you.."

"Just relax.." Mike said as he swallowed a portion of Jesse's cock. The rabbit clutched the blankets beside him and moaned out, feeling his alpha service his cock with that warm, wet muzzle. Jesse's toes curled; he imagined for Mike it must have been like sucking on a thumb. Already he was feeling his length twitch and spasm. Mike's maw was huge and took the bunny easily, over and over. Jesse practically rolled his eyes back into his head with how skilled the canine was.

"S-Sir, I'm already-.." Jesse gasped. He recoiled and almost screamed, that big canine muzzle deepthroating him and swallowing down his load with ease. He wanted to grab his alpha by the hair and hold him down, but refrained so. The bunny was gritting his buck-teeth again. He couldn't stop. It -wasn't- stopping. He fought every nerve and fiber to squeeze his thighs around Mike's head or hold him down but he couldn't. His mind was going blank. How long had it been? Ten seconds? Fifteen? Mike kept his muzzle down and didn't unseal his lips, Jesse watching as his alpha had every inch of his dick hidden with his maw. By the time it was over, Jesse lay back, spent and panting. Mike looked up at him, giving the tip of his cock a smooch.

"Not used to that, are you girl?" Mike murred.

"N-No, Sir! You made me cum so much.." Jesse squirmed. Nothing else mattered to him right now. This was his whole world; the car, the street, the drifting, it didn't matter. As much as he loved being out in his Skyline at night, being Mike's bunny like this was practically like a drug to him, that Mike had his best interests in mind and that Jesse would be punished if he didn't obey like the good bunny he knew he was. It was rare Mike would even let him consider touching himself after his behavior tonight, but for his alpha to service him directly like this? Was the samoyed disciplining him or not?

"Mmh, when was the last time I spoiled you..? Turn around and get on all fours." He ordered.

-

Already, Mike's thick samoyed dick was pushing into Jesse. The bunny wriggled and positioned himself, moaning quietly as that cock inched inside of him and stretched his anus. He tried to relax, pressing his chest down to the bed to raise his ass up fully. Every single thick inch was easing inside of him slow as a caring lover and he playfully pressed his ass back against Mike, rutting up against that knot. Behind him, his alpha growled. Jesse giggled, his rebellious nature coming forth as he swayed his hips sensually. Another burning slap on his ass from Mike's big paws, this time with his claws extended.

"I fuckin' love when you act up.." Mike growled low and pulled his hips back, pumping Jesse's ass. The rabbit eeped.

"But I'm a good girl.. Aren't I, Sir..?" Jesse quivered. Time to call his bluff, he thought.

"You're well-behaved when you want to be.." He whispered. He was balls deep in Jesse now and was looming over him, "But I've got just the punishment for you if that keeps up."

Grabbing the bunny by his hips, the larger samoyed began to steadily pump into him. Jesse was doing his best to loosen up; that fat dick was filling him up over and over and stretching him out. His eyes rolled back into his head and panted. Already, Mike was beginning to pick up his pace and the bunny's smaller frame was almost being used like a toy. A warmth kept pressing against Jesse's balls which he guessed were Mike's. Waves of pleasure shot through him and his cock dangled untouched between his legs, begging for attention. Jesse couldn't take it and moaned out.

Jesse whimpered in between each pump, "Fuck- Sir- I'm-!" and already he had climaxed again, reflexively tightening his anal ring up. He heard Mike growl like a wolf mating his bitch.

"That's it.. Milk that fuckin' dick, girl.." the canine said, grinding into Jesse like a mortar and pestle. That huge knot was against his ring again; that warmth was unmistakable. He tried to press back as subtly as he could. A few even more humps from the canine. Jesse's paws grabbed the blankets, almost ripping them. Feeling the dog's paws over him, he'd press whatever part of his body touched them onto the bed. He was obedient. He was loyal. Nothing else mattered, only that he was Mike's good girl.

Feeling Mike tug on the leash gently and arching his back, the samoyed was railing into him roughly. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Jesse came again. Those big claws dug into his hips without any intent of letting go and he heard his alpha snarl out violently behind him. Jesse wriggled back. He wanted it. He needed that knot. He needed it right fucking now and he'd risk his alpha's wrath trying to get it. He pressed back, losing himself a bit and pushing harder than intended. Snarling, he felt Mike pull from him and he winced. That thick canine cock hotdogged his cheeks roughly until he felt a surge of warmth flow over his fat rear.

For a very brief moment, Jesse huffed out and wanted to growl. That was new; the canine had always knotted the rabbit during sex. What gives, Jesse thought? Did the samoyed not want to get his rocks off inside of him? Again Mike gently pulled the leash, bringing the rabbit's back up to the samoyed's chest. He wrapped his arms around the femboy's pecs and nuzzled into his neck again.

"No knot tonight. Once your behavior gets better I'll start cumming in you again."

Jesse turned over and gazed at Mike with fiery eyes. That fire within him was rising. That _ fucker _, he thought. That _ fucking asshole _. Jesse knew Mike would be able to hold back and still get his rocks off, but the lapine was eager for that knot. Mike had made him cum so much and this night had blown him away, but the payoff was more punishing than a six hour session at the gym. Jesse wanted to scream and kick and trash the apartment. He was on the brink of it. This wasn't fair; it was bullshit. He drew in a deep breath, intending to scream. Mike abruptly kissed his lips.

"I was really afraid that something was wrong when the police called.." Mike said warmly. He bumped his forehead against Jesse's own, "They just said they 'had you' and I didn't know what that meant.." he gulped. "Another part of me knows that if given the chance.. you would have come home tonight as if nothing had happened."

Another kiss. Tender. As genuine as gold. This wasn't an order or his alpha taking control over him, Jesse thought. This was Mike. Jesse kissed back without hesitation, softly cooing. A clink. He looked down and the leash was off. Mike looked at him firmly.

"Just.. I don't know." Mike sighed. "I know driving means a lot to you, and I've never seen anyone drive like you. I'd never take that away from you.."

"You fuckin' dork.." Jesse said. Tears were in his eyes again. Dammit, not now, he thought. He struggled to get more words in but nothing was coming. He choked up and let it out. He clutched onto Mike's chest tuft and buried his face in it.

"Sshh, it's okay baby.." He heard Mike say, sweet as sugar. One of those big paws was caressing over Jesse's hair and down his ears. "Just be more careful and.. Promise me you'll drive safe, okay?"

"..Yes, sir." Jesse said. He was warm as a campfire all over. This had turned from the one of the worst nights ever to absolute Ecstasy. Jesse wrestled with adding more words to his sentence, trying to show his gratitude. It was difficult to speak. It was difficult to even move away from the canine.

"Good girl. Let's get cleaned up."

-

Jesse moved as quietly as he could. Mike was dead asleep on the couch, sprawled out like a bad art exhibit. He peered over the counter in the kitchen. Slowly he crept up and grabbed the Skyline's keys. Mike snored as if in a dream made of chewing bones. This was perfect, he thought. Isolation in his car out on the road on a clear night like tonight.

The R34 was back in action and Jesse would soon be laughing at the fool in the BMW. Stepping past the little hallway onto the carpet near the front door, Jesse looked back at Mike. He smiled at the sleeping form of the canine. He reached up and touched his orange collar.

Jesse shook his head. It has to be tonight, he thought. He looked back at Mike, then at the keys. The door in front of him leading outside was calling his name. Maybe he could wait a night or two. Did it have to be tonight? Like a magnet, something was pulling Jesse toward that door.

"Jesse..?" The lapine heard Mike say. On the couch, the samoyed had his eyes open and were hazily looking at Jesse's form, "..Are you heading out?"

He gulped. "Yes." Jesse said like a teenager caught sneaking out to a party. "I'm going to see if that fucker is up there again tonight. I just need.." He took a second and breathed calmly. Just explain yourself, he thought. "I just need to see if I can really beat him and then I'm taking a break from driving at night." He sternly finished. That last part was hard to say and came out as good as something burnt in the oven, but it was the truth; whole and absolute.

Mike shifted a bit on the couch and rolled over, letting out an audible groan.

"Alright, I'd better put some pants on and come with you. Don't give me none of that 'extra weight' bullshit either; I know you drive fine with me in your car." He grumbled. His tone was dry but his demeanor looked excited as a puppy. His tail was wagging quickly.

Jesse rubbed the back of his head. "..Dude? I don't understand."

"I don't either." Mike said, scratching the fluff on his muzzle, "But I figure, since you're gonna take a break after tonight I might as well come with you. I haven't gone out driving with you since.. Four-five months ago?" He stopped and looked at Jesse sternly.

"If we get caught by the cops tonight, the ticket's gonna be even bigger than last time." Jesse's ears drooped a little lower than they already were. He looked down at the floor in front of Mike.

Moving to the bedroom, the samoyed stopped in front of Jesse and smooched his lips for awhile. Eventually, he broke it and softly added, "..But you won't get caught tonight, right girl?"

"..No, Sir." Jesse said, grinning like a fool.

"Good girl. Get the car started."