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Remembering Your ABCs

Coming Back in Overtime

By Jakealope

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What did I want?

It wasn't a question I'd ever asked myself. I wasn't dodging the question on purpose, I'd just never put any thought into what I wanted--not when others were willing to do it for me. My parents got me into private schools. My coaches paved my athletic career. My friends dragged me to places I never would've gone on my own. My life was laid out like a fucking red carpet.

So I never asked myself what I wanted--until I silently watched over the small, sleepy coyote I shared a bed with last night. For whatever reason, seeing his adorable muzzle lightly drooling on my fur... it was a wakeup call for me, like an alarm on my phone blaring: get your shit together and protect this little dork with your goddamned life because he is so goddamn cute and deserves everything in the world!

So yeah, the last twenty-four hours had been a rollercoaster of emotions I'd not expected, never experienced, and didn't have the slightest clue how to process, and at the center of it all, a single burning question.

What did I want?

I hadn't seen Dip for several months. I thought he wanted nothing to do with me. He ignored my calls and texts. He never answered his door. He was a literal ghost around campus. The rare few sights of him, like small sparks of hope bursting in my chest, were quickly smothered; he'd always be gone when I looked again.

Something I never would've admitted to anyone, especially to Dip, was that I missed him--more than missed him. It was like that corny saying you hear in all the romance movies. A hole in my heart. My past self would've scoffed at the words, but now...

What always seemed like a dumb, overexaggerated, hoity-toity expression was suddenly more real than I cared to admit. I'd been aware of an ache in my heart for some time. I didn't know what it was, only that it wouldn't go away, and after it eluded me for an agonizingly-long semester, I realized what I'd been longing for was not it--but him.

Last night, my wagging tail confessed my feelings when I heard his voice. Last night, I felt jealousy when my teammates had his attention. Last night, I felt protective urges when he slept in my arms.

What did I want?

I wanted to be with Dippy.

"Sir? Hello? What do you want?"

I snapped out of my thoughts to refocus on the African wild dog behind the counter. She watched me with head slightly tilted, ears managing to stay upright against the weight of gravity.

I coughed up an embarrassed response, "Sorry, was miles away. What'd you say?"

"No biggie. Just wanted to know what you'd like to order."

"Oh, yeah. Uhm, one Grande cappuccino and hot chocolate, and two biscuits and gravy please--to go, please." I fished out my card and inserted it into the reader, heaving a big internal sigh to ground myself.

It seemed my sigh wasn't as internal as I'd thought, "Something on your mind?" she asked.

"Yeah. Lots, actually."

"Well... Maybe we could talk about it over lunch?" Her head nodded to the clock on the wall behind her. "I'm off in ten for break if you're interested, unless that second cup is for someone special."

I balked a bit at her invitation, sputtering a bit as I fumbled a recovery. "Sorry... it is for someone else."

"Lucky gal," she said, seeming to take no offense to my rejection. "I'll have your order ready in a few."

I nodded a quick thanks and shuffled out of the way. Dip was the lucky gal, huh? And here I thought that I was the lucky one to score a gal like Dip.

Wait. Did I just refer to Dip as she?

Perhaps I'd been running over last night's conversation a little too much. Like, when Dip mentioned his feminine preferences, did that mean he wanted to be referred to as female all the time, or only during sex? I'd have to ask him--her?--when I got back. I wasn't against the idea either way. Kinda liked it, actually... but maybe I was getting ahead of myself. I knew what I wanted; what did Dip want?

I'd not been the kindest to him. Yeah, I'd treated him right physically, but I'd treated him like shit otherwise. A long list of awful things I'd done, all because of one particular thing: ABC.

A stupid motto made up to justify my abuse of Dip's emotions. He'd loved me, and I'd spat that love back into his face.

Was there any love for me now? He confessed last night, but it was hard to believe it was true. Even if it was, I didn't feel I deserved his love, not yet. I needed to fight for it. I had to win him back, but that to mean I needed to change--for the better, of course.

As soon as I'd stepped paw on campus, I'd been in the spotlight, front and center on stage. All those admiring looks, all those aspiring words were fuel for my ego. But I didn't have it all, even when I'd had every opportunity to. I didn't deserve to have it all, even when everyone told me otherwise. To have it all, I had to fix my fuckups, starting with my most egregious one:

ABC.

I wanted to start over. No longer would I be the stereotypical lone wolf. I knew my many mistakes wouldn't be immediately forgiven. I knew Dip's broken trust would take time to mend. I didn't expect everything to be swept under the rug like it'd never happened. It was a tough road that I was willing to trek, because seeing that little coyote's smile was worth fighting for.

Three raps of my knuckles on Dip's apartment door announced my arrival with breakfast. I could at least be excited for the goofy look on his face when he saw what I'd brought for us. He'd never expect breakfast in bed from me, no shot! I imagined him making some kind of exciting gasp with both hands to his cheeks, and there'd be stars shooting across his eyes, and he'd give me a wet smooch on the lips...

I wanted that fantasy to become reality so bad. I wanted that kiss.

The door clicked open, and my satisfied smile dropped away completely at the poor sight of the obviously distressed coyote in front of me. "Dip? What's wrong--"

I didn't have time to finish before his arms were around my waist. I went from confused to terrified when his sobs, muffled by my shirt, shook me to the core. I tried to think of something to say, anything to say, but the right words weren't clear to me.

Had I done this?

Yes. There was no doubt that I was to blame. It was my specialty, as much as I hated myself for it. I'd made him cry, made him feel terrible. I'd fucked up again.

"Dip... I'm sorry, I didn't..."

I heard a choked laughter from below, and Dip lifted his head to look at me. "What the hell are you sorry about?"

The question struck me dumb.

"You big lovable idiot, I'm just happy you're back," Dip said, squeezing me tighter.

"Yeah, of course I'm back," I softly answered.

"You say that as if you've always come back."

Ah--it all finally clicked together in my head.

"...You thought I left again."

"No shit--what else am I supposed to think when I wake up and you're not here?"

I'd never thought about how that would look from his perspective. All those ABCs, slipping in during nights, slipping out in the mornings. I'd gotten what I wanted, all those times we slept together, without thinking how much it hurt him to see me leave.

I knew better now. I knew what he'd wanted from our ABCs, what I wouldn't give him. And still I was careless, even now. What didn't I leave a note or text? Why didn't I kiss him awake and let him know he'd be back in my arms soon?

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking--"

"I already said there was nothing to be sorry about." A slender hand wove into mine, soft and warm. "You're here, that's all that matters."

"I'm here," I echoed in a voice half-failing me. Lifting the bag in my other hand, I added, "With food."

"With food?! Why didn't you say so!"

I was drug into his apartment, only barely managing to kick the door closed behind me. Coming to a short stop in the kitchen, a grabby pair of hands reached but missed just as I raised the bag overhead.

"Hold up--you'll spill the drinks!" I scolded. He backed off his assault long enough for me to lay our breakfast out on the island counter. "Okay... Aaaaand... ready!"

The first thing he claimed was the hot chocolate, and I shared with him a sip from my own drink, cooled off but still delicious. A nice way to start the day. I watched the coyote with a smile, happy that he was happy. Any day that started beside him was a good day.

"Come on slow poke, don't just stand there gawkin' at me!" He said, tipping the bottom of my cup to my mouth. "Drink up so we can get going!"

"Huh? Going where?"

"Nope! No spoiling the surprise, hehe!"

I curiously eyed his grinning snout while drinking down my cappuccino. What did Dip have planned for me?

---

The day really was picture perfect. No clouds in the sky, and a cool breeze fluttering through the school campus. He looked equally pleased, a smile sported on his muzzle and a small box tucked into his chest. I'd asked him about the package, but got no clear answers in return. It was too vague a shape for me to guess, and the cardboard packaging was no help, either.

"Hmm. Neeewwww... shades?"

He snorted at my worst guess yet. "I've never even seen you wear sunglasses."

"I wear the tinted visor on my football helmet, sometimes."

"Doesn't count."

"I think it does," I said with a bump of my hips into his side.

"Maybe I should get you some shades to replace what's in this box, then."

"Let's not be too hasty--I can live without the shades for now."

"Good, cause I really think you're gonna like what I got for you--for us, actually," Dip said, humming his delight after sharing another unhelpful clue. Anymore teasing and I'd be ready to rip the box out of his hands. I could do it now; keeping my stride behind him, I could've snuck a paw in between his arms and been flying down the sidewalk before he knew to chase after me.

No. I needed to be patient. I would wait for Dip to choose the right time. He obviously had the day planned out. All I needed to do was enjoy the sunshine on my fur, the calm scenery all around, and the cute coyote's butt to my right.

I began to mingle my own humming tune with his. It was nice to enjoy the day with him. I'd never done this before, always leaving before I'd ever have the chance. The same feeling came back to me now as it had last night while lying in his bed. It was a feeling of safety, of sheltering warmth from everything that was cold. It was the feeling of being enveloped in our own small world, a bubble for only the two of us.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Dip.

"Little bit of this and that," I answered him. I took a deep breath in, enjoying the cool, crisp air. "...thinking a little bit about you, too."

"Aww, you are?!"

"Don't let it get to your head, dork."

"Nooooo! Definitely not!"

"...you're letting it get to your head, aren't you?"

"Nuh uh... I would never!... OKAY FINE. I am a little curious. What about me are you thinking of?"

I scratched my arm while trying to pluck the right words. "Thinking about our time together in bed. Thinking about how nice it was to hold you."

"Yeah, it was nice... and cozy..."

We both stopped at a bench along the path, perfectly shaded under two trees, just starting to shed their fall leaves. Dip picked this moment to thrust his gift out to me. I noted his sudden nervousness while doing so, eyes averted from mine.

"Let me guess: something naughty for the bedroom?" I teased, already cutting through the tape with a single claw. I slid the box flaps open, shuffled the packaging paper aside, a picked out a tinier, white box. Written on the top in ornate lettering were the words "Giuseppe's Jewelry Shoppe".

My face burned at the thought of what was inside; something far more meaningful than a cutesy gift or juicy sex toy. Something meant for someone you love with all your heart.

"Well? Are you gonna stare at it or open it?" Dip asked impatiently.

I worked open the lid with a delicacy I was never known for, and the contents inside stole whatever breath I still had. Two intricate bracelets, made with thin metals intwined of silver and gold, with our names engraved on a plated centerpiece. His plating was the color of forest-green, and mine was a shade darker than gold, matching our favorite colors.

I wasn't even remotely prepared to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. I choked on a sob, struggling even now to let myself be vulnerable.

I had to be tough all the time. I had to always be on top of the world. And when I ever felt alone, I would surround myself with faces I hardly knew. When I was touch starved, I looked for quick and dirty ways to feel again. Booze, women, parties, and of course, ABCs.

ABCs were the out I'd needed so many times, and it took so long to figure out why; it was because of Dip. It was because of him that I felt happiness, affection, warmth... love...

"Dip, you didn't have to... I'm--fuck, I'm sorry." Tears cut dark streaks through my fur. "I'm sorry Dip. Damnit! I'm sorry for everything!"

"Brady... Hey... Brady! Look at me!"

I didn't want to. I couldn't.

My resistance didn't stop him. "There's nothing to be sorry for. I know you never meant to hurt me. I can't blame you for being confused about what we were."

"Being confused isn't a fucking excuse for how I treated you!" I spat. My breaths were ugly, shuddering gasps for air. "I... I w-was stupid, too stupid to be f-forgiven. I did everything wrong--"

"Then do better by me now Brady!"

His voice was sharp, cutting the air between us. Such a startling contrast to his normal self, but I could tell he was yelling only because he cared. I could see genuine concern in his eyes, and I could feel his reassuring comfort squeezing at my arm.

Looking down, I now noticed his futile efforts to twist my palm upright, and gave in to his requests. He slipped the gold-plated bracelet out the box and around my wrist, clasping the end together with some fiddling.

"You can do better. We can do better, starting right now. We can start over, can't we? Forget about everything before."

"...Yeah."

"Then let's do that."

I fitted the other bracelet over his right wrist. We held the two together, side by side, slightly moving them to catch the glimmering sunlight.

"...I love you."

It escaped my mouth before I had a chance to overthink it, much like I'd overthought much of our relationship. A chance for a new start, to fully air my repressed feelings. A chance I intended to make the most of.

"I love you Dip, and I don't want to lose you anymore."

Dip was trying to hold back his tears now. He stammered over his words as he answered me, "You never lost me. I always loved you Brady--from our first ABC."

"Would you believe me if I said the same?"

"Hah. I know you at least loved my ass from the start."

"It's a good ass," I playfully said, giving his rear a poke. "But really... I do think I felt something. I didn't know what it was, only that it was something I only felt with you."

"And what was that?" Dip asked.

"I dunno... like a cozy comfort, I suppose. Being with you always made me feel that way."

"That makes two of us."

"Wish I'd known it sooner," I murmured, "so I could've already had a gift ready for you, too. You better not have spent a ton on these."

"I didn't... not enough to be bent outta shape about, at least."

I didn't pressure him about the money. I really wanted to, but I stopped myself. It would only come off as ungrateful, as if I didn't care for the effort he must've put in to make these. I would never want that, not ever. His gift, and his love, meant more to me than all the money in the world.

I tilted my head into his. "I'm lucky to have you."

"You are lucky to have me, aren't you?" Dip said with a giggle. "...It's funny to think about it; all this is because of ABC."

"ABC? What do you mean? ABC was the worst thing I did."

"I don't think of it that way. ABC was how it all started. Without it, there's no finding each other. I'd be a face on campus, nothing more."

The more I rolled his words around in my head, the more I realized that he was right--But also so wrong. ABCs were just as responsible of nearly tearing us apart!

"Hmph. I dunno about that..."

"Come on, admit it! You were only into me because of ABC. I can admit it was the only reason I hung out with you--at first, that is. It brought us together."

"Well, there won't be a need for anymore booty calls," I said, holding him tighter, my softened voice tickling his ear. "I'm here to stay."

"You better be..."

He hugged me back, and I drank in the moment as if it would be the last. The smell of his fur, like woodland pines. The warmth of his body against mine. The quiet breathing through his nose, and the slow rise and fall of his chest. Familiar feelings from when I held him in bed this morning, lucky enough to feel them again every morning from now on.

"Are you sure we can't have any more ABCs?" Dip voiced aloud.

"You want more of them?"

"I mean--yeah, of course I would. They were hot as fuck."

"I won't say no to my boyfriend."

The coyote rubbed his cheek into my fur. "Mmm... I like hearing you call me that."

"What about if I called you my girlfriend?"

"Uhm... Y-yeah, that's nice too," he stammered, suddenly tensed.

"Anything for my good girl."

Dip looked around, obviously nervous of any eavesdroppers, but it was still only us two occupying the area at the moment. "You're such a fucking tease, you know that? Maybe... maybe now's a good time to call in an ABC?"

I smiled cheekily to him. "Heh, I was thinking the exact same thing."

---

We weren't even through the doorway of the apartment before he pounced, straddling my body with his arms and legs so he could burrow into my neck with his cold nose.

In fact, Dip was all over me as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. Grabbing my ass, rubbing my biceps, being all bubbly with his words. I mean, I wasn't against the attention. The little coyote was the only one I wanted flaunting over my body, and truthfully, I was wanting a bit more than rubs.

"Whoa! Hah, wait--wait! I gotta get the door open first!" I said. With him jumping all over me, I was struggling to get the key in the lock. "Come on... Alright, got it!"

He tackled me from behind and locked his limbs around my chest. I had myself a living, squirming backpack, and not just squirming; the shameless noises coming from Dip had my fur on end and my ears tucked far back.

"Someone'll hear you!" I whispered loudly to him. He didn't listen to me, of course. I was at least able to lumber in and shut the door quick enough. "Are you trying to get us in trouble or something--Ahh~"

Coyote teeth were suddenly around my throat, playfully nibbling at the skin beneath my brown coat. Sometimes, when we'd been together in bed, he'd nibble on me just like he was doing now, calling me his king-sized chocolate bar.

I continued towards his bedroom, speaking over my shoulder, "I thought I was supposed to be the one in charge tonight?"

"Mmm... Doesn't mean I can't get a taste. You know I can't help myself."

"You'll be tasting all of me tonight, girl."

Dip clamped a bit harder on my neck. Was it from the thought of licking up my sweat, or being my bitch? Better satisfy her both ways to be sure.

There I was again, mixing up pronouns. But something about it felt right. I'd done it with purpose this time, knowing it was what she liked, and was what I liked, too. Dip was my girl. She was my doggy slut, and I was her big-dicked trainer. Time to give her a stretched-out lesson.

It took almost no effort to swing her off my back and onto the mattress. She was halfway between a giggly fit and crazy horny, not caring to resist my hands pulling at the waistline of her pants. Off they came, and her shirt taken care of too, leaving only her socks and underwear.

A bulge caught my eye. "You wearing the cage again?" I asked.

"Yes... I put it on before we left. It's what I'm used to."

"That's my good girl--but it'll need to come off."

"Yes sir!" Dip squeaked, quickly retrieving the key from the nightstand while I waited, except I wasn't interested in waiting; while her ass was exposed, I took an opportunity to grab, smack, and claim what would soon be mine.

The shake of her fatty cheeks was a perfect sight, as was the reverberating sound that came with it. Her startled yelp was nice to hear, too. I cupped a handful of her juicy butt, kneading and feeling up and down. My favorite part had to be that folded crease at the bottom of her bottom, where her booty's weight was concentrated so heavily, it couldn't help but let gravity win out. I loved to lift it up and watch it jiggle when I let go. I loved to dig little trenches with my fingers. I loved feeling how warm and soft and inviting her cheeks felt.

"Have I ever told you how much I loved everything about your ass?" I asked, squeezing harder as I did.

"Yes, you definitely have babe. And I've let you know plenty how much I love feeling your hands back there."

"I know my hands aren't the only thing you love feeling back here."

"No jumping ahead, silly. We'll get around to that soon enough."

I removed her undies next, revealing the metallic cage underneath, and then her socks, taking my time to peel them off her feet. Each exposed paw got a wet kiss from my muzzle, drawing shivers from my partner. Her toes scrunched my snout as I took in her odor.

Her intoxicating musk hooked my nose and reeled me in. It was something that really got me going; taking big whiffs of her body, filling my lungs with whatever activity she'd been involved in that day, plus the feminine shampoos she used, all bubbly and flowery. And below all that, her smell. That's what I was really after--Dip's natural scent.

"Keep huffing big guy..." she purred. Her eyes were lidded, and I wasn't sure if she was really talking to me, or just getting lost in the moment. Her claw tips prodded at her cage, so desperate to be stimulated. "Fuck. That feels sooo good."

I was fully roped into an impromptu foot bath. Lust drove my tongue across her pads. Licking away any grime and aches, leaving coats of spit to mark my devotion. I tasted the same scent I was huffing moments before, and it drove me wild. She drove me wild.

"You've never been so into my paws."

I stopped just long enough to answer, "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all. Just a surprise, a really nice one."

I let out a throaty rumble of agreement that tickled at her pads, freshly serviced by my tongue. I was even careful enough with my work to get between her toes, pressing my thumb into the middle pad to open up enough space, licking away more of her musk.

I was dangerously poking out the front of my shorts. I hadn't been this hard in a while--a long while. I was beginning to ache from how stiff I was. All my clothes were so stifling. My body felt on fire. I couldn't wait any longer to get them off!

I let her paws fall over the side of the bed as I ripped my shirt off. Still not enough, I tore off my shorts and underwear in one movement, leaving my body bare alongside my lover's.

"Whew! That's so much better."

"Much better for me, too," Dip replied, eyes on my crotch.

"Oh yeah? Want a better view?"

Dip nodded, not that I needed any invitation to do so anyways. I dropped onto the bed, knees at both sides of her waist, and straddled myself up higher from there. With Dip lying flat, I was free to work my way up closer and closer to her cute little snout, until the tip of my dick, bobbing up and down from my shuffling, slapped against the coyote's nose. A sticky strand of precum was left behind to mark the direct hit.

"I think someone's asking for something..." She smiled to me in a mischievous manner. "Wonder what it could be?"

I was too pent up to play anymore. Two fingers in her mouth caught her attention, and spreading her jaw wide enough to drop my fat cock inside was all it took to shut her up. My legs wobbled and my back arched, going wild from that rough tongue going down on me. What she was doing was miraculous. She was able to service a cock like no one else I'd hooked up with. Without her, without ABC, I never would've felt this good.

"That's my girl. This what you wanted?" She tried to respond, but I pushed her head back down on my shaft. "Kissing and licking and sucking all over my cock. I know you've been thinking about it all day. I've been thinking about it, too. Thinking about using that mouth of yours... thinking about pumping a load down your tight throat. That's what you want, right? You want to swallow hot wolf cream?"

She'd settled into a rhythm of bobbing up and down my dick with one hand squeezing my base, tongue circling and flicking at the head, all while my dirty talk worked her up into a frenzy.

"Ahh... You really do want me to cum so badly," I purred. "You want to taste me. You want to be filled up--want me to fill you up--nngh~"

I was over the edge, too far gone to stop now, so I gave into my pleasure, clamping down on the back of her head and stuffing as much meat down her throat as I could give. My first spurt went straight to her stomach. So did the second, third, and fourth. Then I pulled back, wanting her to enjoy my taste. She deserved to eat the last few pumps from my cock--a treat for her efforts.

"Huff. Huff. Huff... Fuck."

I struggled to form coherent thoughts, my brainpower sucked right out of me. All I was good for was sitting there, panting and buzzing with energy, while Dip cleaned me up, occasionally teasing my overstimulated dick to draw out more gasping whimpers.

I rubbed at the inside of her ears in appreciation. "My good girl did so fucking good. So fucking good, Dippy..."

"You're welcome baby," Dip answered, letting my cock slide out her mouth with a satisfying pop! She continued to play with my semi-chub, touching and rubbing with hand and cheek.

"...Time for you turn?"

My question perked her interest immediately. Her eyes lit up, meeting mine above, and she nodded her head wildly in agreement.

"Okay... but I think you need something to keep busy with--"

I lifted my hips up and, with my hand firmly placed on the coyote's chest for balance, I swiveled my body and legs to face the opposite direction. With my ass taking up the majority of Dip's view, I asked from out the corner of her vision, "Think you can find something to do back there?"

"Yes!"

"That's my girl, good answer."

I dragged all ten fingers across my perky wolf ass, revealing my puckered tailhole. Not to keep Dip waiting, I promptly lowered myself onto her face, being sure to keep my weight gentle; there was a sizeable difference between us, and as much as she'd like to be smothered by my rear end, I don't think her_smallness_ could take all of my largeness and come out alive.

"Mmh~ never can get enough of your tongue babe," I praised. It was nothing short of amazing to feel her wet, sloppy kisses back there. Long strokes that left behind streaks of doggy slobber. Probing licks into the depths of my taint. "You're really going at it down there; you must be that desperate to cum, eating out my ass that much."

Whether she agreed or not to what I said, I couldn't tell, nor did I care to disturb her work. I settled instead on my own task, and that first required a key--but not before a little teasing, of course.

"Should I really take this off?" I asked, probing my claws at her steel cage. Skin was poking out of every opening available, so eager to be released, and messy pre dribbled down the piss hole at the front. "I don't know... seems awfully fitting on a slut like you. Always horny but never able to orgasm. Sounds like a perfect fit for my good girl." I picked up the key of the bed sheet but didn't reach for the lock. "Now that I'm really thinking about it... maybe keeping you in there is the right thing to do."

There was some noticeable squirming going on underneath me. Resistance, or submission? The way I looked at it, either had one result: keeping the cage on.

It only made sense. If she wasn't happy about the change of plans--oh well. Boohoo. She should know better by now. She's worn that cage for months on end; by now it should just be what's expected. And if she was instead squirming in joy... that just means I've trained her well.

I tossed the key to the nightstand, the rattling noise of metal against hardwood assuring Dip of her decided fate. "We can continue having fun without your teeny weenie--it's not like it was going to get much action anyways."

More squirming below. Her hips bucked weakly, and I swore that I saw the cage's fleshy contents swell ever so slightly. Delightful.

"God, you're such a cuck slut. Getting pleasure from being denied pleasure. It's fucking poetic. Never knew anyone who didn't want man's greatest gift--but you're not a man. I'm the only man of this relationship. You're just a submissive bitch that loves sucking other cocks more than using her own. What a waste of a dick... or whatever's left of that tiny thing between your legs."

Her tongue dug a little deeper into my ass, and I answered by grinding a little more on her snout. I didn't seriously mean a word of what I'd said. Dip knew that, too; she's the one that asked for it, a long, long time ago. Back before ABCs were even a spoken thing. During our first nights together.

We were quick to get to the meat of what the other wanted from the relationship--no pun intended. I told her my wants: a submissive toy to claim as mine, one that knows how to handle a big dick. Thinking back on it, and without really knowing it then, that dorky coyote was all I wanted and needed.

She--well, he, back then. He told me that he could be the other half of my puzzle; he was looking for someone to treat him right and fuck him hard. That was a role I could easily fill. He also wanted it rough. He wanted to be spat on, tossed around, and to point it plainly: degraded.

I thought I could fill that role. Still a work in progress for me; he's adamant that I'm doing a great job, but I knew better. He's capable of taking much worse than what I dish out. While I don't think I'll ever get extreme enough for his tastes, I think I'm getting pretty good at it, and even developed a kink of my own out of it. Who would've thought dirty talk could be so empowering?

"I think we need to buy you a smaller cage. This one doesn't fit you as well anymore... I'm thinking a cute pink one." Her body jumped each time I tapped my claw against the tip poking through the front. "Yeah, much smaller. A tiny cage for my tiny girlfriend. Oh, you'd looove that. Reduced to a piss slot and nothing else. Relying on my fat cock to help you get off. No different from now, really."

I peeled my cheeks off Dip's head, allowing her to see the light of day again. Turning to meet her unfocused gaze, I asked, "That's what you would like, right? My cock serving us both. My cock being the_only cock_. Is that right?"

"I-I..."

"Go on."

"I'd like... I'd like that."

"You'd like what?"

"I'd like m-my cock to be, uhm--to be caged."

I kneaded her ballsack in one hand. Tiny like her dick, even when swollen with her denied release. So desperate to get hers that she'd doing anything I asked of her. "Mmm... good girl, but you can do better than that. Tell me in detail, and if I like your answer, you'll be allowed to cum."

"Please, please let me cum..."

"Only if you say exactly what I want to hear."

A lump was forcefully swallowed down Dip's throat. There was no doubt she'd cave in. Just a little pressure, figuratively and literally, a bit of time, and...

"Please cage me. Please lock me up. Make my cock disappear. Please, do whatever you want--just let me cum. Please! I want to cum so badly!"

I spun around again to face my pet. Palming the back of her head, I brought her face to meet mine halfway and kissed her with a fiery passion, a passion ignited after hearing her beg so shamelessly for my attention. Already she'd been so patient and devoted; swallowing my seed and rimming my tailhole, just for a chance to find release--not even from being touched!

How could I deny my good girl after asking so nicely?

"Where's the lube?"

"On the nightstand."

"Good. Get in position."

"Yes. Yes!" Dip was overeager for what was to come. Her giddy happiness had me feeling electric all over. I'd do anything to keep her happy, just the way she was now.

With lube bottle in hand, cock back at full mast, and coyote ass at the ready, all I needed to do was line myself up with her rear, stuck up high in the air, and push my way in. The first gasp from Dip was so sweet to my ears. The glorious first of many.

"I want to hear you whine for me," I told her, one hand wrapped around the base of her tail and the other locked around her waist, preparing to slide deeper. "You'll cum only if you beg for it."

"Argh~ A-Ahhh!"

She wanted it. She really fucking wanted it.

The slap of my balls against the coyote's rear couldn't be heard over her melodic wailing. Sometimes it was a string of words barely coherent. Sometimes it was brainless grunts and moans, her pleasure winning out over basic thoughts.

"This really is all you're good for: my personal cum dumpster. You get off on being that. Hngh. A fucking cum dump. Lowest of the low. Cum dumps don't need to talk. Cum dumps can only beg and scream."

She might've heard my words over her loud groaning. Paws clawing aimlessly at the bed sheets did her little good. Nothing she did would slow my onslaught. I was in complete control.

"I could go nice and slow--but you don't want that. I don't want that. I wanna push my little slut to her limit. I wanna break her ass and her brain." I pushed a little harder, letting my dick do the talking for a bit before I continued my verbal taunting. "You always bragged about being smart. Let's see how smart you are after I'm done with you. Turn you into a slobbering idiot with a leaky asshole. You want to be filled until you're leaking?"

"Y-Yes. Pl-please."

"Haha, shit! You already sound half braindead."

She was such a fucking mess, whimpering and twitching with every thrust in and out. Already so close. I wasn't far either. Her ass was to blame for that; so warm and tight, there was no chance I'd last very long, and definitely not with her constant clenching.

"Nnhh~ This is the real you. How'd you ever disguise yourself as a dude before? Must be hard to keep up the act. Should embrace the sissy girl in you. Get you a crop top to show off that tummy. A short skirt, and some lacy panties underneath--or even better, nothing at all! That'd be a good look. But we can do better--"

I played with the short fluff between her tapered ears. "Grow this out some more..."

Plap. Plap. Plap.

I went lower, my fingers roughly grabbing her cheeks. "Some makeup would be nice..."

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Even lower, I palmed at her flat chest with a laugh. "Hardly anything to call 'tits' here, but that can be fixed..."

Plap! Plap! Plap!

I was tipping over the edge, and Dippy was already there, judging by the quick, shuddering gasps she took. Her back spasmed, and the bitch started crying out like I'd never heard before. And that was enough for push me over.

My growls turned into a rolling snarl. Each thrust was another spurt of wolf ejaculate deep inside her rear. Stuffing her at both ends today. I eventually ran out of air and fuel, my pacing slowing to a few pitiful humps and then nothing at all, staying hilted in her as I took the moment to catch my breath.

I lowered my body forward and down to wrap my arms around her chest. I toppled my weight to the left, carrying her along with me, both of us crashing into the mattress. Somewhere along the way I slipped out of her ass. I could picture the mess underneath her tail, likely leaking onto the covers as we laid there, taking the moment of silence to catch our breath.

"How was that baby?" I whispered.

"Amazing... and exhausting."

"Nothing bothering you?"

She fidgeted a little bit. "Just some soreness--two nights in a row has me feeling a little tender back there."

"We can take it easy for a bit. Let my good girl rest."

"Wish we didn't have to."

"You know I'm not going to leave you anymore."

"Yeah. I know." She pushed into me, snuggling a little tighter. "Doesn't mean I don't want you any less."

"I know."

"You did good, by the way. With the dirty talk--best you've ever done."

"Not too far?"

She shook her head. "...And the last bit... about the, uhm, girly stuff."

"What about it?"

There was silence for a bit as she mulled it over. I gave it more thought, too; thinking how much of it was said in heat of the moment, and how much was the truth. Was I into the idea of Dip embracing her feminine side, even outside the bedroom? Did she even enjoy what I'd said, or had I taken it too far?

"I... loved it, actually."

She reached for my hand for support as she continued saying, "It was nice. Affirming. Like I told you yesterday, I'm okay with being a dude--but it's the masculine part of being a dude that doesn't fit right. I wanna be girly. I wanna look the way I wanna look. I wanna like the things I wanna like... but only if you like those things, too."

"Whatever you look like won't change how much I love you," I assuredly told her. "Except if you, like, turn into a worm or something. It might be a bit tough then."

Dip heaved a long gasp. "You won't love me if I was a worm?"

"Sorry babe, I've gotta draw the line somewhere."

"Hehe, fair enough. For what it's worth, I think you'd be a really handsome worm."

I nuzzled into the crevice of her neck, cherishing the soft tickling of her fur on my nose. "I love you baby."

"I love you too, Brady. I love you so much..."

---

Epilogue

"Aleeeeeeex!! You made it!"

"Hey!" I said to the sandy-yellow furred coyote in the doorway. "Yup, haha. I'm here!"

The coyote's name was Dip, sometimes called Dippy, depending on who was around. For the most part, he was the quiet, observant type, much like I was. In fact, there only a handful of times Dip had spoken within earshot of me. I still remembered his name vividly; it was a funny name that stuck in stuck in my head instantly. Who'd ever heard of someone named Dip?

For one semester and most of the next, that was all I had to recall him by. I never figured it would lead to anything further. I never, NEVER would've thought I'd learn about his, ahem... his personal life. But I certainly did, after delivering pizza to his apartment one fateful night.

After being flashed by the coyote's caged cock--and collecting his phone number for my troubles--I should've been steering clear of the guy. I mean, that was the correct thing to do, wasn't it? I was here to get an education and to get out, all while hustling a delivery job on the side. Being caught up in some kinky act was not something I needed in my life.

He was just another face on campus.

I was just another face on campus...

So why was I still holding onto Dip's phone number?

I'd looked at the slip of paper dozens of times. Didn't even need it anymore; I'd memorized the number easy enough. I'd run through my memories of that night, over and over again.

ABC.

What was that?

It was killing me to not understand--and for no freakin' reason! Something sexual, obviously, and I had no time or energy for that! Except that wasn't the complete truth; yeah, I was busy with work and school. Yeah, I was worn out by the weekend. But I was also lonely, and a virgin, and feeling like I was missing out on life.

So, finally, I called him up out of the blue. Just to talk a bit, if nothing else. He was super nice, immediately began apologizing about his actions that night. I told him it was no big deal. Then I threw out the big question on my mind.

"What did he mean by ABC?"

"Oh, Brady? Uhm, it's a long story... but also kinda simple. It stands for 'Another Booty Call'. We made it up for shits and giggles, sort of as a way to explain our hookups."

"Oh," Gears were slowly grinding away in my head. "And when he said I could call you up about it..."

"Yeah, sorry about that. He was just trying to have some fun, in his own way. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, No! I'm fine. No harm, no fowl. I uhh, was just curious about it, and I got my answer. Sounds like you guys know how to have a good time, haha!"

"Yeah, I guess we do!"

There was a lull in the conversation, and I wasn't sure what to fill it in with. Do I outright say I'm interested? That might scare him away. Do I try to be smooth about it? I wasn't sure I could pull off "smooth". Do I just give up and never call back again?

"Hey, you doing anything on Halloween weekend?"

OR NOT DON'T HANG UP NOW THIS IS YOUR CHANCE OH SHIT--

I shook my head and said, "Nope! Don't think I have anything planned!"

"We've got a little thing going on. Nothing too crazy, just having a costume party. We'll have drinks, games... if you wanna hop by..."

"Yeah! For sure, I can swing by for a bit."

"Cool! It'll be at my place, where I, uhm--"

"--where you ordered the pizza delivery to?"

"Yup, that's it."

Fast forward to the end of October, and here I was: standing in the same exact spot, no longer in my delivery getup but instead wearing a Halloween outfit, and there was Dip--who, weirdly enough, wasn't that much more dressed than when I first saw him. Sure, any clothes were better than what I first was surprised with, but a slutty maid outfit was really not much better.

"Wow, your costume looks good!" I said, my body temperature suddenly skyrocketing in my own outfit.

"Aww, thank yoouuu!" he sang.

The was obviously a few drinks already in his system. Smiling ear to ear, he must've thought I wanted a little show, and he wasn't against showing. Turning halfway around, Dip sticks out his butt and gives it a little shake. His skirt rode up a bit, allowing a peek at the panties worn underneath. The crop top he wore was not leaving much to the imagination, either, with what I had to assume was ample stuffing for his breasts. Lacy frills adorned the skirt, top, sleeves, and headwear, and white thigh highs completed the ensemble.

"I'm not ~hic~ usually one to brag, but I think I make the prefect maid, hehehe!"

"Yeah, you definitely are rockin' the look!" I admitted.

"And I can't get over how adorable your outfit is!!!" Dip stepped up close, very close, to touch around my costume. I could smell his boozy breath, and a delightful perfume behind that. "This is SUCH a cute dinosaur onesie! OHHH--and I love love LOVE how your dyed ear matches the color!"

"Haha, yeah, glad you noticed that detail," I said. I was taken aback by how grabby the coyote was; was this a different kind of party than what I was thinking?

Thankfully, it didn't seem so. As I was pulled inside, I was relieved to see other, more "normal" Halloween outfits. Zombies, gory abominations, a few classic characters. It really made Dip's outfit stand out, that's for sure, but it also gave me some comfort to know I'd blend in, though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed it wasn't that type of party.

"Hey Brady, look! Alex is heeerre!"

At the back of the kitchen, a familiar chocolate-brown face popped up from his drink prep station. Well, half of his face looked familiar; the other half of his muzzle was decorated with blood and hanging flesh, with three nasty gashes through the center.

"Heyo! Welcome to the party!" He bellowed out. He bumped his way past a few others, and I got a reminder of just how large the wolf was compared to Dip and I. "Nice costume, I dig it. Godzilla?"

"Come on babe, can't you see--" he prodded a finger into my side. "--he's a dino! And a cute one at that!"

"Oh, yeah. I see the dinosaur now, and the cutie underneath," the wolf said through a devilish smile.

"Hah. T-thanks. I like your makeup a lot," I said.

His tail swished back and forth at the compliment. "Thanks! Dippy did all the hard work--made me look like a real fright! Haha!" He bumped my shoulder with his fist, a little harder than I think he was expecting too; not quite as tipsy as Dip, but getting there. "Come on! let's get you something to drink and introduce you to the guys!"

"Or one particular guy," Dip added, poorly hiding a wink directed towards Brady. What was that about?

"Oh yeeeah," Brady slurred, sharing an equally visible wink back to Dip. "We got someone we both want you to meet; don't worry, you two'll hit it off for sure!"

A drink appeared in my hand without me knowing, filled near the brim with some type of mixed drink--a strong one at that, judging from how it singed my nose--and I was corralled to the living room. In particular, it seemed the someone I was to be introduced to was sitting in a rocking chair that hardly fit him.

"Quinn! QUUUIIINNN!"

"You don't have to say my name more than once, runt."

"Aww, don't be like that Quinn. We have someone we'd like you to meet--and look, you guys already have so much in common, hehehe!"

Dip trailed off into a giggling fit at the realization of our matching outfits. Quinn, the silver drake staring at us from his seat, was also wearing a onesie. A dragon onesie, to be exact. Black scales, with a big pair of green eyes, located just above his own glacier-blue gaze. His ivory horns poked through holes at the back, and his ears were pocketed into two fabric appendages. All in all, it was an adorable look that totally did not match the drake's icy attitude.

Why exactly did they want me to meet this guy, again?

"Quinn, this is Alex. Alex, Quinn," Brady said. "You two should get along like two peas in a pod. Quinn's a real softie when you get to know him. I mean, look at him in his cwute wittle wonesie."

"I'll rip this onesie to shreds if you say that again," Quinn growled.

Dip leaned into my ear to loudly whisper, "He lost a bet."

"And we left him off easy," added Brady. "Think of all the embarrassing things he could've worn. Personally, I would've liked to have seen him try on a ballerina's dress."

Quinn snapped his teeth at the suggestion. "Never happening."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Alright, enough!" Dip yelled out, putting out a hand between the two. As they sputtered out, the coyote interlocked one arm around the wolf's. "Let's let them have their alone time babe."

"But he started it--ow! FINE." Brought back in line by the smaller canine's hand to the back of his head, Brady offered a quick wave to both of us. He did a double take as he remembered something at the end. "Oh, and you'll be needing this, hehe..."

The two giggled like schoolgirls to one another after handing it over, and then they were gone, leaving me alone with the drake who'd been eyeing me up and down for the last several seconds. His hungry look had me more than a little worried. The leather belt left in my hands had me a lot more worried.

"So," Quinn finally said to me, "Wanna find someplace a bit more private?"

THE END.