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Willow wasn't upset at her friend for having such incredible luck--far from it.

She was delighted to see how easily Gwen was getting on with the beautiful pair of beagles that had tracked her down from across the bar, but thanks to that, she was alone at a table, twirling the stem of a glass between her fingertips.

The drink was her only company, and at that, it was welcome company, but the cool, smooth glass didn't replace the tender warmth of a body against her own, or even one close to it.

"Seems like one of us is getting lucky tonight, at least," she whispered. Another sip of her drink didn't dull the harsh sting of her own words, but it certainly helped with bringing more of that subtle vitriol to the surface. "Damn shame that it doesn't seem like I will, but...you never know. The world is my oyster, right?"

The kangaroo wasn't as down on herself as her tone would have made it seem: everyone struck out when they were on the prowl from time to time, and she was genuinely happy for Gwen, all told.

Focusing instead on the possibility of the evening ahead, Willow was able to cast aside her envy as easily as the garnish on her drink.

"Hey there...mind if I join you?"

Well, that was serendipitous, Willow thought. Or was he standing right there this whole time, listening to me drawl about my friend...?

"By all means," she replied, answering before she had a chance to get a good look at her new companion. "The name's Willow, by the way."

A tall, handsome dingo came around her shoulder and pulled out the stool across from her, planting an elbow on the table. "A pleasure to meet you, Willow. Call me Dereck," he replied, letting his arm reach across the gap, his palm open in an inviting and respectful greeting. "Couldn't fathom the idea of letting a beauty like yourself spend the evening alone...might I buy you a drink?"

"Direct," Willow answered, letting her paw disappear within his own. Her shake was demure, but confident: she could see how impressed her new company was in the curve of his grin. "I do like that, Dereck..."

They made quite the pair: the wild, red mane of the kangaroo was pushed just out of the way of her royal blue gaze, allowing her to drink in the tall, handsome glass of dingo seated across from her...and she quite preferred that to her last cocktail.

An Irish cap and a jacket lined with pins and buttons told the message of who the dingo was before they had a chance to take the conversation any further, but Willow had already confirmed that she didn't mind things being quick and simple.

"All right, folks! We're gonna keep the evening moving right along with another performance, so put your paws together and make some noise for Jeff Timmons!"

The master of ceremonies disjointed their conversation slightly, keeping Willow from officially taking Dereck up on his offer.

The choice of song and the unfortunately sour stream of notes that followed didn't help matters in the least, and as Willow continued her shameless appraisal of the dingo, she found herself impressed by his unwavering posture and presence.

Not bothered at all by the weird circumstances, I see, she thought. A little older, but that's no problem...I've held the hands of enough boys and guided them along...it's about time a man took me by the hand and showed me what he could do without my help.

Their digits separated slowly enough that neither could deny the spark between them. They wanted to let their fingertips linger a little bit longer, but for a first touch, neither one would complain.

For their first song together, however, they would have made different requests than the continued, drunken bravado of the poor man on the stage.

"But...if I'm being honest, I think I've had enough this evening," Willow clarified. "It's very kind of you to offer, but I don't want to get sloshed."

If not for the song, her expression would have been happier, but her own form of body language came in the way that the kangaroo eased back from the table and dismounted the stool. She was all grace despite her pleasant buzz, and planted feet made for an easy, comfortable sway of the hips...with her eyes following Dereck's gaze to her backside.

He'd silently asked permission before staring, but he didn't need it. Willow wanted him to look.

"What I do want, I probably can't find here...wanna come looking with me?"

An emerald stare held onto the swish of her hips a moment too long, but Willow was happy to see that she'd captured his attention: he was direct with her to start, and she intended to return the favor.

"That sounds lovely," he whispered, just loud enough that she'd hear his voice at the end of the awful song in the background.

He stood with all the same brimming confidence, but he caught Willow off guard by passing on the chance to feel her body...instead walking past her and showing that he was perfectly capable of being a gentleman.

Stepping just a few feet past her, he pushed the door open and held it for her, formally accepting her invitation.

"Oh...someone has trained you very well, haven't they?" Willow asked, sauntering through the open door at the behest of Dereck's extended palm.

"Very well indeed," Dereck agreed, letting the door close behind him. He kept a half step behind his new companion for the evening, continuing his quiet admiration of the way the kangaroo swayed her hips around just a little more than her stride demanded. "But holding a door doesn't take any real training or talent."

"Are you a man of many talents, Dereck?"

"Plenty," he confirmed. "How many of them would you like to see?"

**

Properly illuminated sidewalks and pathways meant that students traveling solo would feel comfortable walking around the campus at night.

With Dereck at her side, there was a new, greater sense of safety about Willow. Though she'd just met him and knew better than to trust a stranger too well, he was proving himself a gentleman in short order, keeping his hands to himself and his comments to a reasonably seductive tone.

"So..."

Dereck looked up from Willow's shoulder. "Yes?"

"Do alumni like you come back to campus and hit on students all that often?" Willow teased. "Or is this a one-time trip for you?"

The dingo couldn't help a chuckle. "Oh, no...it's nothing like that. I'm not an alum; I'm one of the sound guys for the band that played on campus earlier today, 'Katskratch.' Have you heard of them?"

Much as she wanted to attend that concert, Willow ended up having to miss the show.

Getting to chat with someone who worked with the band was much more than a consolation prize.

"Oh, yeah! I was pretty bummed out that I didn't have a chance to make it over there, but that's okay...you can totally get their autographs for me, right?"

It wasn't clear if she was joking or not, but Dereck gave a quick shrug and a smile. "If you really wanted me to, sure I could," he offered.

"Great. I'll need a piece of merch with an autograph from every member of the band," Willow demanded, but her expression was breaking before it had a chance to be ferocious enough to convince the dingo. "Or..."

"Or?"

"What if I wanted something else from you?"

"Whatever the lady desires," Dereck replied. "I live to serve."

"Is that so?"

Dereck would have replied, but he noticed a dramatic and sudden shift in Willow's expression. She gestured silently, using the end of her muzzle to try and point Dereck's attention the other way, but when he turned to look across the street, there was nothing of note to see.

"Did you...see someone?" he asked, but the last word came with a sudden, cool rush across the top of his head.

Willow had grabbed his cap from behind just as he turned completely away from her. The giggling kangaroo bounded back just one, her body out of his reach with a single hop.

The warm fabric of the cap fit nicely on her head, and just as it settled into place, Willow did a quick pose, testing out how the cap might work with the rest of her look.

Dereck tried to come closer, but almost immediately, Willow bounded back once more, keeping the dingo at arm's length. "If you live to serve, then I demand you to chase me," she finally explained herself, but she didn't linger for Dereck to ask if she was serious.

She was already off and running for a thicket of trees, just to the side of the River City Union Hall. As familiar with the area as she was, she couldn't imagine anyone else would be lingering around in those trees that time of night, and it seemed a perfect opportunity to send Dereck on a quick wild goose chase.

Looking back over her shoulder, the kangaroo discovered her playful pace wouldn't cut it; Dereck was already giving chase.

"Oh shi-

Picking up the pace and sucking in a breath, Willow broke into a proper sprint, one paw lifted to her head to make sure the cap would stay in place as she ran.

She didn't want to leave any clues to her whereabouts, but the woods only provided so much cover. Even as trees became thicker and the gaps between them narrowed, Dereck was only a few steps behind her at any time.

"You...y-you little sneak!" he called out, but he couldn't hide the playful laughter in his voice. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna get you!"

"Nu uh!" Willow called back, ducking around the trunk of a tree and pausing for a moment to catch her breath.

Thundering steps came from behind, and a quick yelp escaped her lips as she started up running again, determined to make Dereck work for his cap.

She had no way of knowing just how important the article of clothing was to him, but his dedicated pursuit told of his connection without his ever having to say a word about it...and that motivation meant that the canine's pace was greater than she could outlast.

Only the sound of a whump as Dereck tripped over a tree root could slow Willow's impressive escape.

"Oooh...that one sounded painful!" she called back. Her feet skidded to a halt in the grass as she turned and looked, only to see Dereck already rising up to his knees. "But you're not giving up that easily, are you?"

By then, Dereck was sure that he knew what Willow was up to. He made a mental note to save some of his endurance for what would come next, going so far as to save his words and breath for a sudden burst of speed.

Willow was off and running again, but she only made it a few feet further before looking over her shoulder brought the whole chase to an end.

"Shit!" she looked forth, only to see the ground coming closer and closer to her. Feet kicked at the air as she tumbled, but she couldn't find her footing until the taller, softer grass broke her fall.

Knees landed first, and arms prevented her from taking a nasty dive into the trunk of a tree...but as she wrapped her grasp around it to help herself up, another set of arms captured her from behind; the dingo, though fully clothed, was already mounting her.

"Really thought I'd let you g-get away with stealing my cap?" he asked, laughing between rapid, panting breaths. "You little sneak...you're gonna pay for this!"

His breath was a pleasant tease, rolling against the back of her ear and stoking it every time he exhaled--thanks to the effort of his chase, those desperate puffs of air were no different to Willow than the labored groans of a thrusting lover.

Her body responded in kind: hips rolled back and her rump pushed up, her entire frame arching into his until she felt the covered flesh of his cock pressing against the curve of her ass.

"Guess you got me," she whispered, pausing just long enough to listen for others in the forest.

As far as she could tell, they were completely alone; it was perfect.

"Now...what are you gonna do with me?"

Willow's earlier prediction was coming true in the form of his answer. No words were needed when her covered sex was so close to one of his paws already, and as much as he was drawn to the warm, covered arousal of womanhood, he was delighted to sneak his other, open palm along the course of her body.

Cupping one of her breasts and feeling it through the cover a brassier was a treat, but as he squeezed the sample, he made it clear that he wanted the real thing, unblemished and uncovered.

"Is this it?" Dereck asked, moving his body back against her own, grinding upon her backside with just enough of a pointed finish to his movements that Willow could imagine the weight of his cock being buried inside of her. "Is this what the cute, little roo was after?"

The words alone were enough to melt Willow, but to feel those sharp, teasing fangs brushing at the back of her earlobe...to have the tiniest nibbles tracing down, starting at the tip and ending just at the tender flesh beside her cheek...

...He was absolutely ravaging her.

"It's a start, but you're not there yet, dingo..."

Willow caught her breath just in time to have it stolen away from her again, but she had just enough air in her lungs to make one more demand.

"Take off my pants," she ordered. " Now."

Even with the guise of trees and the cover of the evening darkness, Dereck was well aware of the risk they were taking.

He tried to lean into his better judgments, but to feel her body pressing back so firmly against his, daring him to keep control of her figure and the pace of their evening...he felt utterly compelled to pull his palm from her covered mound, going for the cool metal of her buckle, instead.

The belt didn't stand a chance, coming undone in seconds. Digits shook with feverish desire, but all the while, Dereck maintained control and kept Willow under his mounting weight, forcing her to stay on her knees...and forcing her panties to stop at the same junction, once they were peeled away from the dripping petals of her womanhood.

"That a little better for you?" he asked, but the words barely escaped his lips before they were kissing at the side of her neck once more.

Willow couldn't remember the last time she struggled so mightily to contain herself; Dereck was proving to be well worth the risk, and his fingertips kept the lucky roo off balance with a sudden pressure at her moistened, glistening petals.

One digit slipped inside of her with ease, forcing her thighs to clench up at his wrist...but the blissful damage was already done.

"Better, but I don't need a f-fucking tease like that," Willow said, still trying to wrestle control back from the frisky dingo. "If you're gonna bother shoving something inside of me, gimme something worthwhile...drop those drawers and stick that f-fucking cock inside me already!"

Their privacy in the woods was at risk of being undone every time the kangaroo opened her maw, but she could only think about the thrill of that risk--she had no room in her lustful fantasy for the honest possibility of getting caught.

When the rest of her mind was so preoccupied with the building ecstasy and the dripping, natural arousal that coated Dereck's palm, she literally couldn't imagine letting her thoughts wander anywhere else.

Just remember that you asked for this when you need me to carry you all the way back to your dorm,_Dereck thought. _You're not getting away from me, this time...

Willow wanted nothing more than to remain pinned, much as the playful idea of scooting away from him crossed her mind.

With her arms wrapped around the trunk of a tree and her lower half pinned by the dingo, she couldn't act on it, even when one arm eased back. Dereck kept Willow right where she was, all while navigating the fabric prison that held his cock...and finally, the whimpering roo felt the soaked, dripping tip of Dereck's length kissing against her pouting folds.

Much as he had an appreciation for the way that Mother Nature was aiding in their coverage, the way that Willow had propped herself against the tree didn't allow for the first thrust to find its mark. Instead, the tip of his throbbing, plentiful member brushed between her petals and twitched against her clit, forcing the kangaroo to whimper with shameless need.

"H...here...hips up," he demanded, pulling up on the front of her thighs and tugging the crimson lady into just the right posture to line his tip up with the cleft of her petals. "That's a bit more like it, Willow...if you really want me to take you, stay just like that."

The head of his member slipped in with such ease that it left both creatures in a bewildered state, but it was simply a credit to Willow's arousal.

She was still deliciously tight, squeezing around Dereck's length the moment it finally penetrated her...and in turn, his full, impressive cock stretched her body, forcing her to accommodate every inch of his manhood on a single thrust.

Neither was as easy a task as it originally seemed, but both were _heavenly_to experience, even once.

"There it is...f-finally," Willow gasped, gripping the bark of the tree with renewed vigor and a clutch that rivaled the pressure of her inner walls on the dingo's cock. "Nice and deep, too...I love a man that isn't afraid to take what's rightfully his!"

Panting from the get-go, Willow felt a tiny bit of drool easing down the corner of her jowl; her lips simply refused to come back together as she inhaled effort and exhaled pleasure.

She wanted her new lover to hear just how impassioned she was to make love to him like this, but there was still a bit of that gentlemanly charm about him, as his lips kissed up the side of her neck and into the fluff upon her cheek.

"Come on, Dereck..."

"Mnn?"

He was growling delicately enough that his verbal pleasures were akin to a purr, more than a canine declaration of his intentions.

Any other night, Willow would have been content to let him treat her with such careful respect, but right then, she needed something more, and she knew he was capable of giving it...provided he had the right motivation.

"We both know you w-want to do more than that," she groaned, the slightest pout wrapping around the pleasure in her words. "I'm glad you're such a gentleman, but you..."

She sucked in a tight gasp, but there was a hint of sexual frustration in her exhale.

"You don't have to be."

The fangs that were already nibbling at her flesh came down with merciless force, nearly piercing her body--the sudden rush of pain was just what Willow needed, finding it like an unexpected key to unlock further doors of pleasure.

Inner muscles seized up around Dereck's shaft as she cried out, but she still wasn't on the verge of orgasm, much as her blissful moans might have indicated.

"Nyaaaah! T-that...that's a bit more like it," Willow claimed, providing the backing vocals for the chorus of wet, messy music that filled the forest. "Harder, Dereck...bite me harder... take me!"

Her demands would have been met if she'd voiced them or not, but Dereck was happy to have that extra motivation.

His hips gave the first sign of it as deep, satisfying thrusts were overtaken by shorter, but much firmer pumps, his length plunging into the soaking depths of the kangaroo with a greater intensity than Willow was counting on.

She'd imagined him to be the kind of man who could overtake her and dominate her when they met, but that was all speculation--she was delighted to find that she was right, as the full, thick slap rang out, heralding the weight of his orbs landing against her clit.

Oooooh fuck, she thought. Wasn't counting on feeling that...

A tighter grip on the back of her neck came with a thick, canine growl. The little bit of excess scruff was tugged as Dereck revealed an even greater dominance in his thrusts, until Willow was grateful to have the trunk of the tree to hold onto.

Without it, she would have been face down in the dirt, scrambling to push herself up from the ground...knowing full well that she wouldn't have had a chance to push back if Dereck didn't allow it.

She loved that idea, but the reality was that much better than her imagination could fathom.

The reality, right then, was the swinging weight of Dereck's sack bouncing against Willow as every thrust urged his cock deeper and deeper into her soaking, eager womanhood. It was the subtle easing of her knees, spreading further apart in their desperation to keep her body upright through every pass that Dereck could offer, even when his pace became blissfully erratic.

She couldn't count on when the next impact would come, but she knew the pleasure that would come along with it. Her body offered up such arousal to the dingo that juices were spilling from the peak of her womanhood in literal volume, leaving a tiny puddle between them.

Dereck, having fully embrace the nearly feral nature that Willow desired, was beyond the words to warn her of a much larger puddle in her near future.

"Don't stop..."

Inner muscles fluttered with uncontrollable, seizing grasps as Willow's orgasm pushed the last of her efforts to the surface.

Holding steady for the driving, thrusting dingo, she was rewarded with the fastest pace the canine could manage. She proved herself up for the challenge as she took every lash of his cock, but she wasn't sure when her orgasm actually clicked over.

She only knew she was in the midst of it, and once she was there, she was content to drown in both the flood of her own orgasmic juices and the mingled, sudden burst of Dereck's seed within her.

"That's it...t-that's the spot, Dereck! Keep f-fucking pounding me...r-right...right there!" she cried out, her voice struggling to cover up the messy, squelching sound of excess cum being squeezed out of her vaginal passage.

Even if they managed to escape without being seen, they'd be leaving plenty of evidence behind: Dereck was doing his part as he drove in one more time and planted himself against the exhausted roo, leaning his crotch into the soaking warmth of her mound.

His own yield was leaking back out, their mingled cum bathing his inner thighs on the way to the grass...and all the while, Willow could only pant and brush her cheek against the unforgiving bark of the tree.

Between that and the aggressive, deeper pressure of his fangs in the back of her neck, complete with a messy, soaking stain to tickle her flesh, there was no purchase to be had for Willow.

Just how I wanted it, she thought. A proper conquest with a real man...

**

Neither one knew how long they were settled against each other, listening only to the recovery of breath and the beating of impassioned hearts.

They only knew that time was done standing still when Dereck's length finally softened and ease back out of Willow, bringing a flood of his cum along with it.

He would have been content to try for another round, and for her part, Willow was perfectly happy to kneel there and feel the warm, sloppy mess drizzling over the insides of her thighs...

Whouuup whouup!

...But the great outdoors could only provide them with so much privacy.

A few honks joined the sound of sirens in the distance; deep in the forest as they were, the pair knew better than to tempt fate any further.

"Here...h-help me up," Willow's hushed request was met by the gentleman in the dingo, coming to the surface again to guide her up to wobbling legs and knocked knees.

On the way up, his paws guided her panties into place, keeping the rest of the mess trapped by a prison of cotton...but hiking his own jeans back into place, he could feel plenty of juices brushing the front of that denim.

There was no shame in it: they were proud to be wearing each other's release as they leaned on each other, sneaking away from the edge of the forest to head back to Willow's dorm.

Whether they'd bother cleaning up or making another mess was still to be determined...but whatever came next, they were looking forward to it with matching, contented smiles.