{"sf1_id":1662163,"sf2_id":"Xek0Xgpm","title":"Last-Minute Courting","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":1929,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:24:54.000Z","tags":["Greentext","Human","Kissing","Second Person","Wolfess"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662163-last-minute-courting","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xek0Xgpm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4a/e8/4ae85ac6-4421-4263-a245-6ecbcba958a1","description":"[Greentext] What do you do when you're late for a party and don't have anyone to go with? Catch yourself an Anon, of course.","content":"\\\u003e\"Don't take shortcuts through the nature reserve,\" they said  \n\\\u003e\"Don't go anywhere near the reserve if you don't have to,\" they said  \n\\\u003e\"Don't get out of your vehicle for any reason if you decide to go INTO the reserve,\" they said  \n\\\u003eWhy the hell didn't you listen?  \n\\\u003eIt's been a long drive and you just want to get back as soon as possible  \n\\\u003eBut it's also getting late and really foggy out, and you need to stretch your legs  \n\\\u003eSo you disregarded all warnings and take a break outside the car  \n\\\u003eNow you're thinking this place was some kind of stupid little urban legend, or reverse psychology to get all the superstitious tourists to visit  \n\\\u003eIt's actually very serene here, especially with the setting sun casting an orange glow everywhere  \n\\\u003eYou splash a little cool water from the creek on your face  \n\\\u003eNot a sound for miles except the insects and wildlife  \n\\\u003eAnd a soft popping noise  \n\\\u003eAnd the yelp you make when you feel a sharp sting from something stuck into you  \n\\\u003eYou're almost afraid to pull it out, but the fear of leaving it in is worse  \n\\\u003eYou pluck the object out  \n\\\u003eIt's a tiny dart with a syringe  \n\\\u003eCompletely empty  \n\\\u003eAnother one sticks you, and another  \n\\\u003eYou try running back to your car, but the wooziness kicks in  \n\\\u003eYou black out as you trip and bang your head against the car door  \n  \n\\\u003eWhen you come to, you're floating in the air  \n\\\u003eYou're draped over someone's shoulder, and there's a dog tail wagging in the corner of your eye  \n\\\u003eWait, the tail is attached to the person carrying you?  \n\\\u003eYou try to get a better look around you, but your body is numb and unresponsive  \n\\\u003e\"Just keep still, we're almost there,\" comes a feminine, but raspy voice  \n\\\u003eThere's no mistaking it, you're hanging off a walking, talking, female wolf of some sort  \n\\\u003eYou can barely see the tranquilizer rifle bobbing on her opposite shoulder  \n\\\u003eEven for being a humanoid canine, she's still wearing fatigues and hunting clothes  \n\\\u003eTrue to her word, you arrive at a small shack just as the sun winks out completely  \n\\\u003eThe inside of the place looks like what you'd expect from someone roughing it in the woods  \n\\\u003eIt has a very earthly smell to it, but it's also extremely cozy  \n\\\u003eSo is the bed, which you're dumped on top of unceremoniously  \n\\\u003eYou get to see the wolfess in her entirety: slate fur with brown markings, amber eyes showing pride in her catch, and an overall athletic build (for a wolf, at least)  \n\\\u003eShe sets her hunting gear aside and starts to disrobe you  \n\\\u003eYou can't really protest, considering the threat of her sharp nails and the sedative still in your body  \n\\\u003eThe latter is taken care of when you feel the pinch from a new kind of needle  \n\\\u003e\"I'll let you finish the rest yourself,\" she says  \n\\\u003eGuess she means your underwear, which is all you're left with now  \n\\\u003eShe heads into a small bathroom and you hear the pitter-patter of a shower starting  \n\\\u003eYour limbs get their feeling back, though you're not exactly rushing to move around  \n\\\u003e\"Come on, get up,\" she grunts, pulling you up to your feet  \n\\\u003eA claw digs into your underwear and snaps your waistband  \n\\\u003e\"You're going to have to take this off eventually,\" she says  \n\\\u003eWell, maybe a wolfess isn't going to judge your nudity  \n\\\u003eThough she does give you a quick brow-raise of interest before shoving you into the shower  \n\\\u003eYou stand there very still for a moment  \n\\\u003eIt's not like showers are foreign to you, but taking one at the command of an anthropomorphic wolf?  \n\\\u003eYou slowly rinse yourself, but the wolfess is getting impatient  \n\\\u003eShe growls as she checks the time on her…phone?  \n\\\u003e\"Shit. We're running late, and I don't have a lot of hot water to waste anyway. Move over.\"  \n\\\u003eIn seconds the wolf peels off her own clothes, stark naked  \n\\\u003eYou can see the faint definition of muscle even through her coat of fur, with strong thighs and a broad torso  \n\\\u003eShe's definitely respectable in the chest department, which you gaze at with undivided attention  \n\\\u003eTwo weighty breasts flop out of her shirt, the pink nipples partially hidden by her fur  \n\\\u003eThey hang enticingly as she bends forward to remove her pants  \n\\\u003eHer whipping tail soon draws your attention to her toned rump  \n\\\u003eThis, however, you don't get to thoroughly examine, as she's back upright and pushing you deeper into the shower  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess mutters to herself, but you can't discern if it's about you or not  \n\\\u003eShe soaps up her paws and works the lather into your scalp and over your body  \n\\\u003eA part of you enjoys the eroticism of the moment, but she's so quick in her cleaning that you don't get to take it in for very long  \n\\\u003eShe then covers a brush with the soap and thrusts it to you  \n\\\u003e\"Do my back while I work the front.\"  \n\\\u003eYou tentatively scrub up and down her spine, hoping the speed and the reach is what she wants  \n\\\u003eIt could be better  \n\\\u003eShe barks “harder\" and “lower\" to you repeatedly, until you worry you're going to wear the bristles down to nothing  \n\\\u003eWhen she's satisfied the brush is yanked from your grip and tossed aside  \n\\\u003eYou're towel dried with enough friction to start a fire  \n\\\u003eShe wrings the moisture out and snaps the towel at you like some kind of locker-room horseplay  \n\\\u003e…Are there anthro horses here, too?  \n\\\u003eYou're left with a pretty snazzy suit and tie laid out back in the living room  \n\\\u003eAt this point you know enough about what's going on (and don't want to be disobedient) to hastily get dressed without her instruction  \n\\\u003eShe's still in the bathroom with a hair dryer on at full blast  \n\\\u003eYou can see her fur floof up as she blows air all over  \n\\\u003eYou have a little trouble with the suit, to put it lightly  \n\\\u003eIt seems like it wasn't originally meant for a human and had to be retrofitted for your kind of body  \n\\\u003eClasps and buttons where you wouldn't expect, and some seams that actually dig into your skin a bit  \n\\\u003eBefore you can finish the wolfess is already fully clothed in an elegant, silky dress with a floral hairclip  \n\\\u003eShe fixes your awkward mistakes and straightens your tie a bit  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, we need to move.\"  \n\\\u003eShe forces you out the door, grabbing an uncharacteristically dainty purse  \n\\\u003eFurther contrasting her polished appearance is a battered, muddy jeep parked just outside  \n\\\u003eYou're hoisted into it before the wolfess hops to the driver's side  \n\\\u003eShe guns it through the forest along a weathered dirt path, almost hurling you out of the vehicle in the process as you bounce over rough terrain and the occasional buried log  \n\\\u003eYou can see the light of a large building among the darkness of the night  \n\\\u003eIt looks to be some kind of convention center or main office building for the reservation  \n\\\u003eShe slides among other parked vehicles of very familiar human models, and you're swiftly pulled out of the jeep   \n\\\u003e\"Remember, if anyone asks, your name is 'Anon', got it?\"  \n  \n\\\u003eEverything in the last half hour or so blurred by so fast you hardly had time to take in the full weight of the situation  \n\\\u003eNow that you have a chance to catch your breath, you're hit with a truckload of confusion and disbelief  \n\\\u003eAnthros of all species are milling about in the main gathering hall  \n\\\u003eBears, mice, cats, birds…  \n\\\u003eYes, even horses  \n\\\u003eThey're all doing things humans would do at parties: eat, drink, and socialize  \n\\\u003eThere's a banner hanging from the ceiling advertising some sort of “Annual something Reservation something something Gala\"  \n\\\u003eOr something  \n\\\u003e\"Nimet, darling? What do we have tonight?\"  \n\\\u003eA graceful, aged doe struts up to you and the wolfess  \n\\\u003eNimet, huh?  \n\\\u003e\"This is Anon,\" she says, “the one I've told you about? Remember?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Charmed,\" the doe says with a curt nod. “I didn't think your stories of him were real, and you failed to specify exactly what he was. What is a human doing in our reservation?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Enjoying the party, I would think,\" Nimet scoffs. “Remember when you said the only way I'd get a date is if I 'hunted and tagged' one? Well, Anon's here to make you not a liar.\"  \n\\\u003eYou and the doe have a battle of who can make the more shocked expression  \n\\\u003eThe doe seems to be winning, as she struggles to find a good counter  \n\\\u003e\"I see. WELL, then I suppose given your usually boisterous attitude, you're telling the truth when you admit to having 'hunted' this gentleman, hmm?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I thought you stuck-ups knew sarcasm,\" Nimet snaps back. “Anon and I have actually been together for a while now, and we're quite happy, thank you very much.\"  \n\\\u003e\"O-oh?\"  \n\\\u003eThe doe is taken aback by the verbal assault, but she tries to call the wolfess on her bluff  \n\\\u003e\"Then I suppose Anon would be happy to validate your claims?\" the doe says, giving you a sly grin  \n\\\u003e\"I'll do you one better,\" the wolfess responds  \n\\\u003eShe turns to you and plants her muzzle on your lips, caressing your head with her large paws  \n\\\u003eThere isn't much you can do to break away, especially with her tongue darting into your mouth  \n\\\u003eAfter you overcome to suddenness of the action, you actually begin to enjoy it  \n\\\u003eYou return Nimet's caressing and try to match the intensity of her kiss  \n\\\u003eShe hasn't given you control for one second since you met her, but right now you're more than happy to relinquish yourself for as long as she wants  \n\\\u003eWhen she finally pulls off you, a thin strand of saliva still connect the two of you  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess pulls a handkerchief out with an exaggerated flourish and dabs her mouth  \n\\\u003e\"Happy now?\" she says to the doe flatly  \n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eThe doe stammers for a bit, then clears her throat  \n\\\u003e\"Enjoy the party, you two\" she manages to get out before briskly walking off  \n\\\u003eSeveral onlookers are both impressed and jealous of what they just saw  \n  \n\\\u003eNimet manages to keep you from dealing with too many nosy guests for the next hour  \n\\\u003eHumans seem to be an oddity of their own around here  \n\\\u003eYou wonder whether the warnings of the reservation were to keep the anthros safe from the humans, or the other way around  \n\\\u003eHow many others have gotten abducted from their vehicles and dressed up for dates?  \n\\\u003eNimet herself doesn't seem to be socializing much, instead keeping you close by as though you are her trophy date  \n\\\u003eShe's so stoic and distant you start to think maybe you did something to upset her  \n\\\u003eNot that you've really had much liberty to make your own choices  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess remains this way for a while, until she pulls you off to the side in an adjacent dining room  \n\\\u003e\"Look, I…want to thank you for going along with this. You were a good sport this whole time; probably too much for your own good, honestly.\"  \n\\\u003eShe runs a claw along your suit, gently  \n\\\u003e\"When the night's over, I can take you back to your car if…that's what you want.\"  \n\\\u003eYou lean in continue your kiss  \n\\\u003eThis time, it's slower and more reserved  \n\\\u003eBut perhaps even more passionate that the first  \n\\\u003eYou look into her amber eyes when you're finished, and her lips pull back into a genuinely caring smile  \n\\\u003e\"Well, we should probably back up a bit first. I didn't even let you get a chance to tell me your real name….\""}