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Once Upon a Stormy Night.

Written By Wolfie Steel.

Authors warning: You guys know the routine, if you are underage or just plain don't like the material written within the following chapters, please do not continue. There will be bad language, gay yiff, maybe even varying degrees of violence with the possibility of death; I would also like to thank in advance any true life furs who appear in this story. I think that has covered all bases, anyway if you are still reading, enjoy!

_ Author's Note Additional: _ I would like to thank inuficcrzy for her hard work in editing this story, I hope the edit will make it more appealing.

Part 1.

I'm driving home from work, it's 7:30pm and the rain is lashing down harder than I have seen it in a long time. It seems as though the bad weather has kept most other furs off the road. They're probably at home, sitting in front of a welcoming open fire, watching some sit-com or mindless soap on the TV. Some will no doubt have some sort of beverage in their paws and maybe a good woman sat at their side.

What I wouldn't do for some of that. Well, almost. Mine would be more along the lines of a warm fire, a full stomach, and the love of a male. Dean Wilder is my name and I'm just your average black and tan furred Rottweiler. I'm 5'8" and pretty well built if I do say so myself. Well, maybe a little flabby around the waist as I'm 30 something years of age. Distinguishing features: none, apart from the fact that I still have a full tail, no one is going to dock me.

Oh yes, and I'm gay.

The windscreen wipers are doing their level best to keep the screen clear, but with weather like this, they're fighting a losing battle. What a night to be out on this lonely road. Normally I would have been home by now, but my boss kept me late at work to finish off some sales invoices. At least nothing else can go wrong. I'm just four miles from home and I can almost taste the can of beer that I'm going to guzzle when I get there. Of course the big guy upstairs decides that I haven't had enough shit thrown at me today, so he decides to make my usually very reliable car breakdown.

As I hear the car's engine cough, I look down at the dashboard to see the engine management light flashing at me. And then to add insult to injury, a flash of lighting streaks across the night sky. I roll gently to a stop on the side of the road and pull my cell phone from my jacket pocket. I press a button to light up the screen so that I can call the breakdown service and, yes you guessed it, my fucking phone's battery is dead. I hang my head a moment as I mutter, "Figures."

I switch on the car's hazard lights and sit there, hoping that a passing motorist will see me and take pity on me. I sit there for an hour with nothing but the sound of the rain pounding down on the car and the radio for company. I decide to see if I can locate what has caused my car to breakdown, so I pop the bonnet, tighten my jacket around me, and step out into the lashing rain. There's the distinct lack of street lighting, so even if I knew what I was looking for, (which I don't), I couldn't see it anyway. But I open the bonnet and scan what I can see of the engine bay.

A loud growl exits my muzzle as I slam the bonnet down in defeat; now I'm soaking wet and shivering, so I trudge back to the driver's seat. I turn the key and try to crank the engine in the vain hope that me slamming the bonnet down did something to fix the problem. Well that plan worked as well as most of my other plans. I bring my whole body back inside the car and slam the car door shut, resigning myself to being stuck here all night.

I look at my watch and see that it is now 9:45pm so I recline my driver's seat and begin to settle in for the night. Just as I lie down on the seat, a car pulls up in front of me. My ears perk in surprise and I sit bolt upright again with the hope that the guy at least has a working cell phone so that I can call for help. Suddenly there is a tap on the driver's side window, so I power it down just enough to see the face of my hopeful saviour. I gasp as I see the face of the most beautiful looking Doberman god ever placed on this earth. He was tall, lean, with a gorgeous face and sweet blue eyes that for one moment leaves me breathless.

He raises his voice so that he can be heard over the noise of the pouring rain. "Car trouble, I'm guessing?"

My breathe catches and I suddenly come out of my daze and reply. "Erm, yeah, damn thing just died on me and the engine management light is flashing so I think it's screwed. And my phone is dead too."

The Doberman god speaks up again, (oh god, even his voice is sexy!), "Well, I can't leave you here to die of pneumonia, because I can see that you are soaking wet. So how about you call the tow truck on my phone, we'll wait for them to turn up, then I'll take you home."

"Really? Thank you so much, I really appreciated you going to the trouble," I replied. The Doberman pushes his cell phone through the open window and I make the call. After giving the service guy all my details, he assured me that they would be with me within the hour, so I end the call and hand the phone back to the Doberman. "They reckon they'll be here within the hour so why don't you jump into the passenger seat and get out of the rain. After all, you came to my rescue, so the least I can do is offer to keep you from getting even more wet than you already are."

The guy lets out a chuckle and then walks round to the passenger side. I opened the door from the inside and he quickly slipped into the seat. Maybe the good lord above had decided that he had gone a little too far and had sent me this beauty by way of an apology. I offer my paw to introduce myself, which he takes. "Hi, my name is Dean Wilder, and I was so ready to have to bunk down here for the night."

The Doberman shakes my paw, (damn his pads are soft), and he replies in kind. "Nathan Wolfe, and as long as I have breath, there is no way in hell that you will be spending the night sleeping in your car."

I smiled. "And I thank you for that."

We chatted about various things, from games and sports to comparing our jobs, and even the shitty weather. Time seemed to fly by and suddenly I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the flashing lights of the tow truck that had arrived. Nathan moved his car forward so that the tow truck can get to the front of my car to load it properly. With my car keys handed over to the tow truck driver and the information of where he will be taking my car given, I walk towards Nathan's car. He opened the door for me and I sat in the passenger seat.

Nathan quickly dashed around to the driver's side and sliped into his seat. Now, I know that I shouldn't be looking, after all I have known this guy for all of an hour, but I can't help myself as I look at those tight jean clad and perfectly formed Doberman butt cheeks. Damn, I never wanted to be a driver's seat until now. Let me paint a picture for you; he has the legs of an athlete which are attached to a butt that can only be described as pure perfection. He puts on his seat belt and looks my way as he fastens the buckle; I quickly avert my gaze and look straight out of the window.

"Right Dean, well I was going to take you back to your place, but I see that you are beginning to shiver from the cold and wet. My place is closer so you can bunk down there for the night."

I look at him with a meek smile on my face. Sure, I know that I should protest and ask him to just deliver me home after all the trouble the guy's already gone to for me. But if I get the chance to spend even a few hours in the company of this wonderful specimen of the Doberman breed, then what would it hurt?

"Nathan, you are very kind, but I really don't want to put you through so much trouble, after all, I owe you for the cost of the phone call. You stayed with me until the tow truck arrived and now you are offering to let me bunk down at your place. But I am starting to shiver as you said so I can only accept your generous offer."

Nathan smiled a little and then started his car. We begin our journey back to his place, the storm growing in intensity as the journey progresses. Huge lightning bolts light up the night sky, and these are followed by the booming sound of thunder loud enough to make the windows in Nathan's car rattle. I don't see this major storm dying down anytime soon.