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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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It was the same thing, every Friday night they came in and every Friday night they ripped on poor Mark. Bailey didn't know why he was friends with them, Mark was such a sweet and genuine guy. He was the only one in that group that even knew her name, heck, he even knew her birthday. He had even popped in at the start of her shift one evening, even though it wasn't their usual night to go out, just so he could give her a card and some flowers. She still had that card on her kitchen counter now, the dorky little joke he'd written. "Happy birthday to the best bar lady around, setting the bar high for everyone else!" it still made her smile.

Mark wasn't her type though; he was too well mannered and polite. She liked the bad boys, all muscles and tattoos, with multiple piercings and an attitude problem that usually treated her poorly. Mark was a little chubby, not a speck of ink on him and the closest he probably had ever had to a piercing was getting his shots when he was a kid. But still, the young coywolf couldn't help but feel rather fond of the older chubby Rottweiler. Not that there was much of an age difference she suspected, she had recently turned a quarter of a century old.

"You're officially a wizard, bro!" she overheard one of his so-called friends tease Mark. She could see the shame and embarrassment of someone calling him that. Bailey was still young and hip enough to keep up on social trends and slang, so she knew what they meant by calling him a wizard. Somehow, she was both simultaneously surprised and not surprised to learn that Mark had just turned thirty and was still a virgin.

What really got her hackles up was the fact that his douchey friends thought it was funny and okay to tease him about it out in public. They didn't stop either, she could see it was getting to the chubby mutt and soon he made an excuse to leave the table and head back to the toilets. She knew it was worse than he let on when he didn't even so much as look at her when he passed, she could see the tears at the corners of his eyes. She had to do something for the poor guy, with an angry glare at his table of friends who were still laughing it up, Bailey tossed her cleaning rag onto the counter and stepped away from the bar. It was still early enough that the other person behind the counter could manage alone for a little while.

The red furred coywolf thought nothing of entering the men's toilet and shoving her way past a surprised looking Dachshund on her way in. She could hear Mark sniffling in the end stall and made her way over to gently knock on the door.

"Hey big guy, it's me, Bailey. Wanna open up and let me in?" She asked as gently as she could.

"I'm good, I'll wait to speak to my therapist on Monday" came his reply. Though honestly, she wasn't sure if he was being honest, or just trying to crack a joke.

"No, you idjit. Let me into the stall" She sighed, deciding to be a bit more straightforward. "I know you're not doing business in there."

Thankfully with no foot left to stand on, Mark unlatched the door and let Bailey inside his stall. He was worse off than she had thought, there was no mistaking that he had been full on crying, the pained look in his eyes broke her heart. Without thinking she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, giving the big guy a tight hug. She hadn't realized just how tall he was before; they had always had the bar between them. Her head rest comfortably on his chest, just under his chin.

"I'm a loser...worse than that, a virgin loser" he suddenly spat out, a tinge of a pained growl touching his words.

"You're not a loser, your friends are just a bunch of dicks" Bailey replied, giving him a tighter squeeze.

"They're not my friends, just people I work with. I...don't have any friends, not in the real world at least" it seemed hard for him to admit this. She had suspected he was something of a dork or geek, but to hear him confirm it only made his situation seem that much worse to her for some reason.

"I'm your friend" she muttered softly against his chest.

"No, you're not" the Rottweiler chuffed back in response, finally cracking a smile.

"Dude, I'm in the men's room hugging you and making sure you're alright" She smiled up at him.

"Oh...right...uhm..." she had never seen him blush before, but suddenly he was. It was rather cute actually, but why were his eyes so...oh...that's why. Bailey couldn't help but grin, she realized with her pressed up against him like she was, he could see right down her low-cut top. The tip maker, as she called it, she usually got her best tips while wearing this thing which showed off a fair bit of her cream fur colored cleavage. Speaking of tips, she could feel something else poking at her down below as well.

"Did I hear right, that it's your birthday today?" the coywolf asked with a soft playful growl up at the stunned Rottweiler. Mark just nodded dumbly back at her, watching as she slowly got down to her knees before him and tugged his khaki three quarter shorts down, along with his Batman themed boxers. "I didn't have time to get you a gift, so I hope this is enough" Bailey huffed up at him while she gently caressed his surprisingly thick sheath and heavy balls. She didn't know why, but she had always pictured him being on the smaller side, but apparently his waist wasn't the only thing chunky about him.

Mark couldn't find the words to reply, instead he just kept nodding back dumbly to her as she groped and fondled his sheath and balls. Soon she had his cock fully erect and throbbing before her, long strands of sticky precum dripped from his tapered tip before the gorgeous red furred coywolf's hot little mouth sunk down over his throbbing flesh. Bailey grinned as she heard him groan and his nails scratch against the walls of their stall. She knew she was good at giving head, she had a bit of a reputation for it actually, as plenty of messages scrawled around them on the stall walls would accurately suggest.

When she stared up at him, Bailey was surprised to see sorrow in his eyes, mixed with guilt and regret. At first, she thought it was because he was about to cum too early, but after a few minutes he was still throbbing hard between her lips and showed no signs of getting closer to climax just yet. She had been with guys that fucked like freight trains that didn't last this long in her mouth, her jaw was even starting to ache. Vaguely she wondered what it would be like to fuck him...

"B...Bailey...I'm...I'm gonna cum..." He gently tapped her on the shoulder to alert her, even while getting his dick sucked, he was so goddamned polite. That was it, she was going to push on through the growing ache in her jaw and let him finish in her mouth. Bailey winked up at him as she continued to blow his chunky pink cock, along with his heavy balls being rolled in her palm as she tried to get him off. It worked surprisingly well; it seemed the well-mannered mutt liked having his balls played with. The coywolf got her cream eventually, plenty of it too, Mark must have been pent up as all hell when he almost choked her with his thick creamy spunk as it painted the back of her throat liberally. Bailey had blown equines before and even they would have been put to shame by the load the chubby Rottweiler fed her. At least she wouldn't be hungry until dinner time, at any rate. Bailey made sure to swallow every last drop and even opened her mouth to show Mark she had swallowed it.

"You're so cute when you blush like that" she almost purred up at him, slowly getting to her feet to give him another hug and little kiss on the cheek. But Mark still looked sad and depressed, even though she had given him the best blowjob he was ever likely to get in his life. "Hey, what's wrong?" Bailey asked with genuine concern.

"Thanks, that was great, you're great. I really appreciate it, I do. But I know you only did that out of pity, you don't find me attractive. No girl like you would ever find me attractive" he whined softly as he reached up to wipe a tear from his eyes, after tucking his softening cock back inside his shorts.

"That's bullshit, Mark. You're a sweet and genuine guy, any lady would be lucky to have you. Don't let what those douchebags outside say, you're a great catch" Bailey replied sternly as she looked up at him. "I didn't blow you out of pity, I wanted to do it. Now get out there and tell those pricks that you're no longer a wizard!" the red furred coywolf growled and practically shoved Mark out the door, the look in her eyes clearly stating she wouldn't take no for an answer.

She could see the tone of the conversation change at his table as soon as he sat down and told his "friends" what had happened. When they turned to look back at her, Bailey simply gave them an exaggerated lick of her lips as if to confirm Mark's story. She knew at least a couple of them would be jealous of him as they had been hitting on her for some time, but she never gave them the time of day. Now, their dorky fat friend had just gotten head from the gorgeous coywolf behind the bar!? Life just wasn't fair for some people and she loved watching every second of them agonizing over the birthday boy's luck. She could see their reaction boosted Mark's confidence as well, seeing him grinning smugly at his friends was reward enough for her good deed. Just to rub it in further, Bailey made sure she was the only one to serve them the remainder of the time they were in the bar. The looks she got every time she touched Mark's arm or hung on him whenever possible was well worth losing out on their tips that evening.

"Hey, uh...I just wanted to say thanks, for earlier I mean" It was Mark again, he was waiting out back for her with a small bunch of flowers. He and his group had left a few hours before the bar had locked up, so there was no telling how long he had been waiting for her.

"If you were anyone else, I'd think you were a stalker" Bailey teased him as she graciously accepted the flowers, lifting them to her nose and taking a sniff. "They're beautiful, thank you. So, what have you got planned for the rest of your birthday evening? Going out and getting shit faced?"

"Nah, I thought I'd just grab a pizza on my way home, watch some of my favorite movies until the sun comes up" the Rottweiler replied with a shrug of his shoulders, his hands in his pockets.

"Alone?" Bailey asked with surprise, though after earlier events, she really shouldn't have been.

"Yeah, sort of a tradition at this point" the tall mutt admitted, suddenly finding it hard to meet her intense gaze.

"That's bullshit, tell you what, I'll join you" She offered, looping her arm in his as she walked along beside him.

"W...what?" Mark seemed genuinely surprised by this turn of events.

"Well, it's either I go home with you and celebrate your birthday, or I go out and make a bunch of bad decisions with some random guy. So, you'd be doing me a favor, honestly" the red furred coywolfess admitted with a shrug of her own shoulders this time.

"Well, o...okay!" There it was, that same innocent smile. Now he seemed genuinely happy again, it made her feel happy too, making her fluffy tail wag a little as she walked alongside him. "What is it you do for work again?" Bailey asked when Mark led her to a rather fancy looking Tesla.

"Oh, I'm a programmer. I design secure protocols and applications for banking institutions" the black and tan mutt mentioned rather off-handedly. Apparently, he was smarter than she gave him credit for, but that did also confirm that he was in fact a geek, probably even a nerd. She tried to find out more and get some better understanding of what it was he did on their way to get the pizza, but even as simply and patiently as he explained it, it just went over her head.

Once they arrived at his house, Bailey had no doubts left about Mark's nerdiness. There were full sized figures of superheroes and heroines tucked in corners of every room she entered, there was even a dedicated room for all his computers and gaming setup. But most impressive was his living room with the two massive Snorlax themed beanbags perched before the biggest television she had ever seen.

"Mind if I use your bathroom real quick?" Bailey requested as soon as they were inside.

"Oh sure, last door on the right before my bedroom at the end of the hall, make yourself at home" Mark replied as he began setting out plates and glasses for their dinner. As she walked down the hallway, past framed comic books and photographs of famous actors, one image in particular caught her eye as it stood out from the rest.

When she paused to look closer, she saw it was a drawing of a canine in a Wonder Woman outfit. Not only that, but it was a coywolf, a very familiar coywolf which looked a lot like her. "Schwabb" Bailey muttered to herself as she tried to decipher the artists signature, that name sounded oddly familiar to her for some reason.

Mark dished up slices of the still hot pepperoni pizza onto plates and even poured glasses of Dr.Pepper for Bailey and himself before he made his way through to his living room. After he carefully set her dinner down beside one of the large Pokémon themed beanbags, he settled in and got comfortable in his own large beanbag chair while choosing which movie to watch.

"I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed one of your shirts. I just had to get out of those clothes, they reeked of smoke and alcohol" Mark heard Bailey say as she entered the room. He hadn't been paying attention when she had initially entered, but turned to look at her as soon as she spoke.

"Oh, uh...not at all...uhm..." the once again blushing Rottweiler stammered as he stared at her wearing nothing but one of his comic book themed shirts, which was far too big on her. It was more of a nightie and even slipped off one shoulder the neck hole was so big, but it also showed a fair bit of her shapely legs and upper thighs.

"Relax, I'm not naked. See?" Bailey teased as she lifted the front of the shirt to expose her little black lace panties. The coywolf couldn't help but laugh as Mark subtly shifted his plate over his lap to try hide the obvious boner he was sporting. "No need to hide it dude, already seen it once tonight" she reassured him.

"Don't remind me" Mark groaned and turned beet red.

"What, didn't like my birthday gift?" Bailey teased while crawling over and into Mark's seat with him. She took his plate from his lap and set it aside before settling herself down right atop his bulge.

"No, not that, that was great. Just..." He stammered, not quite sure what to say.

"Just what?" the coywolfess growled playfully as she slowly ground herself down against him. That thick bulge of his really did feel kind of nice beneath her she thought.

"Now you know how small I am" the Rottweiler admitted, unable to meet her gaze.

"Small? What the fuck are you on about?" Bailey paused and stopped her grinding against him, instead she reached down to gently grab and turn his muzzle so he would look directly at her.

"I have a small dick..." Mark whined; his ears pinned back as he stared at her.

"Who the fuck told you that? Trust me, dude, you are not small" Bailey sighed and slipped out of his lap to instead cuddle up beside him. He was rather nice to cuddle she found, he was soft and warm, not like the hard bodied studs she usually went for. They always felt like she was sleeping on the ground when she tried to cuddle them. But Mark, she could almost melt into him, he just felt comfortable against her.

"But the guys always call me needle dick..." He persisted; his ears still pinned back against his head as he stared forlornly at the television.

"Have they actually seen it?" Bailey asked pointedly, to which Mark simply shook his head. "Well, there you go then, who are you going to believe? A bunch of douches who have never seen it, or the chick that gave you your first blowjob and has actual experience with multiple dicks?"

"Thanks" Mark said after a moment's silence, once again his gentle smile had returned.

"Anytime, stud" Bailey replied with a smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, as they settled in to eat their pizza and watch the first Batman movie together.

"DC's alright, but I prefer Marvel" she commented around a mouthful of pizza a couple of minutes later.

"Oh yeah, who's your favorite superhero?" Mark asked, somewhat in disbelief that someone like Bailey would know anything about comics.

"Spiderman" she replied without skipping a beat or taking her eyes off the television.

"Oh yeah, the new stuff is pretty alright" he began to say with a healthy dose of skepticism.

"Nah, I like classic Spiderman. Right from Amazing Fantasy, he was different. Just a normal kid dealing with school and stuff. No matter how bad things got for him, he always stayed true and remained good. You don't find that too often in the real world" Bailey explained after swallowing her next bite of pepperoni pizza. "The stuff these days is all forced drama, it feels too fake and over-exaggerated. Back then, he was just someone that kids could relate to and there was already a lot of bad going on in the world at that time. So, he's always just kinda stood out for me...what, why're you looking at me like that?" she paused to ask as she noticed the strange look of awe on Mark's face.

"That's the coolest thing I've ever heard" the stunned Rottweiler mumbled as he stared at the coywolf with new appreciation. It felt odd to her though, she was used to guys only wanting one thing from her. But here she was, barely clothed and still Mark was more interested in her thoughts and ideas than her body. Hell, she had been grinding on him only a moment ago and he hadn't made a move, he was definitely different from every other guy she had been with. It wasn't even the fact that she knew he was well off financially either, sitting together with him on his beanbag and eating pizza while watching movies, this was the happiest and most comfortable she had felt in a long time.

"Mark, don't freak out, but I want to try something. Just go with it, okay?" Bailey suddenly asked, but in typical Mark fashion, he just nodded dumbly back at her. Setting her dinner plate and drink aside, the coywolf rolled back over to face him better, staring up at his cute chubby face. Even now, with how she was staring at him, she didn't see anything untoward in his gaze back at her. Slowly she lifted herself up enough to press a kiss to his lips, letting it linger a moment before she teased her tongue between his teeth. It was obvious that he had never been kissed before, which made her blush knowing she had given him head before he'd even had his first kiss. It was awkward as hell, he was too rigid and nervous, but there was still something there, something she wasn't sure about. "Relax big guy, nothing is going to happen if you don't want it to. I just felt like kissing you is all" she smiled and gently pet his cheek reassuringly.

"You taste good" Mark mumbled and blushed back at her. Fuck, why did he have to be so cute with her? Part of her just wanted him to pin her down and fuck her senseless, to use her like all the others had and prove to her that there were no good men left in the world anymore. But another part of her hoped he wouldn't, she hoped that he would prove her wrong and that good men did still exist. Even when she climbed into his lap again, she could feel how stiff he was inside his shorts, yet he didn't so much as roll his hips up against her. Hell, he didn't even raise his hands to touch her arms, he just lay back and let her do as she wanted.

What she wanted was to kiss him, so she did just that. This time Mark was a little more relaxed, not by much though. It was still awkward, but better, she could tell with a bit of practice he could be one hell of a kisser. When she guided his hands to her slender waist, she could feel how badly he was trembling. At first, she thought she had overstepped the line, but when the kiss broke and she heard his excited pant, she knew she hadn't and dived in for another. She was right too it seemed, with every successive kiss, Mark was getting better and better at it, soon he damned near had her panting!

"Your birthday isn't over yet big guy, feel like getting another gift from me? Anything you want" she offered with a sultry little growl and a slow suggestive grind of her hips down against his.

"Anything?" Mark asked as he summoned up what little courage he had and brushed his hands back from her waist and up beneath the t-shirt she was wearing to cup her pert behind.

"Y...yeah, anything" she reluctantly agreed. She should've figured Mark might be a perv and like butt stuff, it seemed most of the guys she'd met who worked in IT were pervs to some degree. But she had made the offer and she intended on going through with it, even if it meant taking his impressive pecker under her tail. That was the best excuse for her taking it up the ass tonight at least.

That was not what Mark had in mind however, he simply grabbed her by the behind and swung her around to lay in the hollow he had left behind. It was nice and warm there, but that was not what she was focused on. For someone that didn't know how to kiss a few minutes ago, suddenly she had Mark's head between her thighs as he nosed beneath the front of the large shirt she wore. Bailey had expected to guide him through whatever it was he wanted from her, but suddenly she found herself at his mercy, his sudden new found confidence was rather exciting.

"Wait...I said you could do anything you want, and you want to...eat me out?" She was surprised by this turn of events. Usually, her partners acted like they were doing her a favor when she asked them to reciprocate her oral talents. But here was Mark, his first time with a woman and he was willingly, no, eagerly wanting to chow down at the Y without having to be coerced into it?

"I'm a fat guy, I've had dinner, now I want dessert" he replied with a weirdly charming grin from between her thighs. This time it was Bailey's turn to nod dumbly back at him. Mark didn't waste any time as he pushed his shirt up around her waist before kissing over the front of her panties. She could feel his broad tongue lapping eagerly at her crotch, though she wasn't sure if he didn't know what he was doing, or if he did know and was just teasing her. But goddamn it, she wanted more and so she reached down to tug her panties aside to let him go all in. She more than half expected him to freeze as soon as he saw his first real pussy right before his very nose, but he didn't so much as flinch.

"Jeezus!" the coywolf groaned and clutched at his ears when he finally got permission to feast. Mark was three for three, big waist, big dick and now a goddamn big tongue! A tongue he apparently did know how to use, somehow, he didn't know how to French Kiss, but the tubby fuck certainly knew how to Australian Kiss. Bailey had never been so thoroughly tossed headlong into pleasure before, the Rottweiler even pinned her thighs wide apart so she couldn't stop him as he slobbered, licked and made out with her cunt like never before. "Mark...Mark...Mark!" she heard herself calling out, trying to warn him that she was about to climax, but he wouldn't listen. Perhaps because she was gripping his ears too tight that he couldn't hear her? But somehow, she doubted that was it, the hungry mutt ate her box so thoroughly that she swore she saw stars she came so hard; but he didn't stop there, he kept eating her kitty until she was whimpering with pleasure and jerking like a junkie suffering withdrawal. She didn't think it was possible, but apparently there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. Bailey found herself having to fight to get Mark's head out from between her thighs and his tongue out of her cunt, but eventually she did manage to.

"Did I do something wrong?" Mark asked apologetically as he licked his lips clean, even most of his muzzle and cheeks were drenched. Had the fucker actually made her squirt and just kept on going? Yes, yes, he had, there was a sizeable wet spot under her ass on the beanbag she noticed.

"Wrong? Holy fuck dude, where did you learn to eat pussy like that? If more women knew you were that good at it, you'd have so much beaver Canada would be jealous" she laughed and panted, one of her hands down between her thighs as she tried to sooth her tingling cunt. "Goddamn, I'm still twitching...holy fuck..."

"So...that was good for you?" He asked dumbly with a nervous smile and another adorable blush on his now soaked cheeks.

"Good? Let me put it in terms you'll understand, your tongue is Omega level good..." the coywolf grinned at the chubby dog. It took him a moment to realize she'd used an X-men term to describe his oral aptitude, but once he understood, Mark grinned the biggest grin she had ever seen on him.

Bailey and Mark lay cuddled together in silence, the moment felt perfect and neither of them felt the need to talk as there was no awkwardness between them. The night hadn't gone quite how she had expected, but on reflection, perhaps it had gone far better than she ever could have hoped. But the sun wasn't up yet either, for the moment, the young coywolfess was just enjoying being in the moment without any expectations.

"Hey, random question, but what's your last name again?" Bailey eventually asked as something nagged at the back of her mind.

"Schwabb" Mark replied as he settled back into his beanbag comfortably, once again watching the television.

"I thought so, so that Wonder Woman sketch down the hall...you drew that?" He didn't need to answer, she could feel him tense against her, like she had caught him doing something illicit or simply embarrassing.

"Yeah..." the Rottweiler replied cautiously.

"It's good, you have some real talent" Bailey offered with a smile, she could feel him relax a little as he realized he wasn't in any trouble. "Always saw myself as more a Harley Quinn sort more than Wonder Woman though" she tacked on suddenly.

"It's not what you think..." Mark almost whined as he stared wide eyed at the beautiful coywolfess.

"Dude, relax. After what we just did, a little drawing of me is nothing to be ashamed of" Bailey tried to sooth him, leaning up again to kiss at his cheek.

"That's how I see you" he blurted out suddenly. "You're my hero, you're strong and beautiful, but also kind and brave. You don't give a crap what anyone says or thinks about you and...and you're always protecting me" the black and tan mutt gushed while staring intently at her. It was Bailey's turn to blush, she had never had someone see her that way, or think of her that way even.

"You really see me that way? Not just some dumb bitch with nice pair of tits and a killer ass?" She teased, thought there was a hint of a painful truth in there as well.

"No, well...yes, you have nice tits and an amazing ass. But I mean, you're more than just that. You're smart, funny and just a good perso..." Mark wouldn't get to finish his sentence before she shut him up with another kiss. This time she wore tears in her eyes as she gave in to the slowly building realization that had been building since the chubby mutt had entered her bar earlier that evening.

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"Are your eyes closed?" Bailey called out from behind their bathroom door.

"Yes" Mark replied as he stood patiently beside the bed he and his now girlfriend had been sharing for the last couple of months.

"Tada!" She announced as she stepped out into the room proper before him.

"Wha...holy crap, you look amazing!" Mark stammered as he stared at Bailey now dressed in a rather accurate and realistic looking Wonder Woman 2015 Darkseid War outfit. Just like the picture of her he had drawn, which had sparked the start of their relationship.

"I wanted to make sure you had some eye candy to make your former friends jealous at Comicon" the red furred coywolfess blushed at the way her boyfriend stared at her. Not a day had gone past since that fateful night she had spent his birthday with him that he didn't find some way to prove to her that he was every bit the good man she knew him to be. When Mark didn't reply and kept on staring slack jawed, Bailey just laughed and stepped over to close his mouth for him. "We've still got a few hours before we have to leave, feel like tying me up with my lasso of truth and making me admit what a naughty Amazon Princess I've been?" the gorgeous canine asked before pressing a little kiss to his lips.

"I love you...so damned much" Mark whined and eagerly began to strip out of his by comparison, much cheaper looking Batman costume. Since being with Bailey, she had helped him get into shape and he had helped her get into college to get a degree. They were good together, better than either of them ever could have guessed they would be at the start.

"I love you too, Bruce" Wonder Woman replied while already turning to face away from her tall handsome Rottweiler, with her hands behind her back for him to tie with the yellow rope lasso from her costume. "Just no going in the Batcave, we have a long drive ahead of us" she teased.