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My name is Jerry. I'm a wolf.

It was a beautiful night to go moon gazing. My parents would always take us out on the night of the October full moon when we were little. We'd drive right out to the edge of the forest, park the car, find a nice place to spread out a tablecloth, and sit and watch the moon. My parents wouldn't say a word except to hush us puppies up if we started making any noise. For a long time, we'd just sit there in silence, listening to the noises of the forest and wondering when they'd let us start.

And then you would start to hear other wolves out, some rather close, some very far away, howling up at the moon. We'd listen to the chorus echoing through the trees for just a little while longer, and then Dad would put his head back -- "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." -- and that was the cue for all of the rest of us to join in. We'd yap and yelp and howl with glee, being at that age where any excuse to make noise was a good one. Just let it all hang out. The evening would wear on, until suddenly I found myself gently shaken awake because it was time to go home again.

We went year after year, just like clockwork. I don't think we ever had a cloudy night for it. Eventually I got to the point where I could stay up all night for it, and the whole ordeal started to feel a bit less magical as I began to subject it to the scrutiny that comes with teenage. One year I asked why we went, and my parents really didn't have an answer. It was just something wolves did. Some even went out to howl every month, like clockwork.

As I got older, I started to feel like I was too cool to do dumb things like go out with my family to howl at the moon. And when I moved out on my own, I never really got back into the habit. It was just a stupid wolf thing, after all. What's the point of doing something just because everyone else is?

But that night, for whatever reason, I was struck with a sudden, mad desire to drive my car out to the edge of the forest, lay on the hood, and stare up at the October full moon. And if I've learned anything from being Keith's boyfriend for the past year, it's that mad desires were meant to be indulged. Within reason.

It was a brisk night, but I was snuggly and secure in a soft gray sweathoodie and a brand new pair of sweatpants that I had recently bought for myself. The potpourri of autumnal forest smells was in the air, a bouquet of scents to keep all of the animals in the woods feeling industrious as they went about their preparations for the long, cold winter ahead. I lay there for a long time in silence, listening to the nocturnal animals who dared to live so close to the forest's edge going about their work. I even had an idle fancy about how well one of those squirrels leaping from tree to tree would hit the spot on a cold night like this, but I didn't let my thoughts go beyond that.

Mostly I just meditated about the state of my life. I heard the chorus of wolves all around me starting to chime in. Little puppies who were out for the first full moon of their lives yapping their silly, happy brains out. I was one of those once. When I was that age, I never thought things would turn out like this. Leaving a respectable job in a wolf pack for a crummy restaurant job. Living in a trailer park. Being a fox's bitch. Cross-dressing.

Howling at the moon alone.

Were any of those other puppies out there tonight going to end up like this? Messed up in the head? Messed up career? Messed up life? If you told them, could they do anything differently?

I listened to the chorus of howls all around me. They sounded like they were in harmony. Union. Contentment. No matter how far apart they were, something joined them together. Young and old, they had a bond. They were all here tonight, in the same place at the same time for the same reason. To make noise at the moon, for no better reason than because it was as big and bright as it would be for the whole month.

When I joined in, my voice nearly broke. My howl sounded sad. Lonely. Lost.

It wasn't long before I stopped. I didn't even know why I was out here. I heard those sounds all around me, and I couldn't help thinking that I wasn't a part of that. No, not really. It was probably a mistake to even come out here.

And then I heard a low, gutteral growling, and my heart leapt. It wasn't more than ten yards away. Even if my last trip to the woods hadn't made me a little wary about sounds in the night, I doubt that I would have felt much better about it.

At first, all I could make out was a vague shape, but it started to fill in as I adjusted to the moonlight. The first thing I saw were the eyes, yellow, gleaming. There was a stout, shaggy frame to this animal, and it carried itself with the no-nonsense disposition of a wild animal secure in its territory. About my height. And stark naked. No question about it.

My howling had attracted the attention of a wild wolf.

A wild wolf who, it seemed, had established my parking spot as his territory prior to my arrival.

He was approaching slowly, growling a warning at me. His lips were curled, his fangs were out, his ears were forward, and his tail was up. Dominant behavior. He expected me to back down. Well, hey, I was willing to oblige. I slid down from the car and crouched down, tail and ears tucked, whimpering. I should have gotten in the car and driven off, but I wasn't thinking too clearly. I'm usually not very good even around domesticated wolves, and I wasn't really up on my body language these days. I didn't want to do anything that would invite trouble.

Luckily, he seemed satisfied with my reaction and stopped growling as he approached. It seemed he'd become rather curious about me, snorting loudly as he sized me up. As he got closer, I could feel a lump forming in my throat as I started to see what a beautiful animal he was. Proud. Verile. Independant. The moonlight certainly became him. The closer he got, the stronger I started to feel, until I caught his scent, heady and musky.

Oh god. This was the sexiest animal I had ever seen. And I got the distinct impression that he was starting to sense my reaction.

He crouched down until he was at my eye level, and he looked into my eyes. I could see his pupils jerking about in quick, precise little movements, like he could read something printed on my face. And then he leaned forward, and gave me a lick on the nose with a broad, strong tongue. I'd never been kissed by another wolf before, much less a wild one -- the effect was quite intoxicating. I thought I was going to faint away dead right then and there.

I should have been thinking about escape. I should have been thinking about the millions of reasons why this was a terrible idea, but instead... I reached forward and gave him a bump on the nose and a lick on the lips that I hoped he'd think was polite. I got the reaction I wanted.

The next thing I knew, he was crawling on top of me.

He'd gently, yet insistantly, pushed me backwards until I was flat on my back. Pinned me down, nuzzled me, licked at my face. It was an extraordinary feeling -- I'd only ever been with one animal before, Keith. He was a fox about half my size, and pretty scrawny at that. When he pinned me down, it was light as a feather. This... this was a beast, his body thick with muscle from a life of struggle and toil in the woods, he squeezed me into the dirt in a way Keith never could. He wore nothing, but the heat from his body was intense. I didn't think, I didn't worry, I didn't bother with the consequences. When he started dry humping at me, I pulled my legs back and spread them.

And then, as suddenly as he'd arrived, he was gone. I looked up, scanned around -- nothing. Not even a rustling of grass anywhere around. I felt my heart sink in disappointment. No wild wolf nookie for me. And then the thoughts started to rush through my head. What was I thinking?! I'm a mated wolf! I'm in love with Keith! What in the hell was I doing playing around with wild wolves? I could have gotten hurt, I could have caught a disease, I could have had... any number of terrible disasters!

I had a sudden mad desire to go home and go to bed. And if I've learned anything from being Keith's boyfriend for the past year, it's to know when to go home and go to bed.

The whole incident passed like a dream, and when I woke up, I found myself doubting if it had ever even happened. The next day was work, as it ever was and ever would be. Frustrating co-workers, frustrating customers. I'd gotten this job a year ago, and somehow in that time, it had transformed itself from an inviting oasis into my self-made hell. The problem with working in a sandwich store is that the employees are mostly kids, and that means a lot of turnover. No one wants to be a sandwich clerk for the rest of their lives, after all. Everyone was always moving on to bigger and better things.

Lately, I've been wondering if I should too.

I'd finally made shift manager, mostly by default. Everyone else who knew how to run the store had moved on already. It broke my heart, but the only animals who were still around from when I started last year were me and Hal, the general manager. Now I found myself surrounded by all of these young kids who needed to be taught how to sweep a floor. All of them coming to me for advice and guidance. I liked the extra money, sure, but the whole thing was getting to be more than I could handle. At the end of the day, I just wanted to scream. Or eat somebody.

As I was heading out the door, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. It was Keith. "Hello?"

"Jerry!" Always perky, always cheerful. I don't know how he did it. He owned and operated an entire candy store in the mall. If just being a shift leader was this taxing on me, then I couldn't imagine what his work day must look like. It never seemed like other animals let their jobs get to them this much. Maybe I was in the wrong business.

Anyway.

"Me," I agreed. "What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if you can find it in your schedule to do something tonight. Probably home-based."

Hmmm. Something was really wrong with me if I couldn't get excited about the idea of spending the night with my boyfriend. "I dunno," I admitted. "I'm kind of in a mood. Think you can deal with an angry wolf who's out for blood?"

"I'll have the tranq gun ready," he assured me.

"Sounds good. Fifteen minutes."

The door to his apartment was unlocked when I got there. I entered, slammed it shut behind me, and barked angrily at the room. Bark bark! There was a fox in here somewhere, I knew it, and I was going to have him for dinner.

As I stalked my way across the living room, POP POP! Two ping-pong balls sped through the air and bounced off of my chest. My eyes rolled back, my knees buckled, and I fainted dead away on the couch.

I heard my quarry pad up to my side. "Goodness," he mused. "I do believe this wolf wanted to carve me up into fox steaks. I should probably get him tied up before he comes to."

I kept my eyes closed as he manipulated me. He pulled my arms behind my back, and cuffs clicked around them. Another set went around my ankles. And then something thick and heavy pulled up my face, and I could feel laces pulled tight around the back of my skull. Finally, a pat on my cheek. "Okay, wake up."

I came awake all at once, livid! Outraged! How dare he! HOW DARE HE! I pulled and writhed and kicked and barked at the top of my lungs, frustration begetting frustration, letting out all of my anger in a muted, tangled orgy of impotent struggling. The restraints felt good. Real good. I could rage as long, as hard, and as loud as I wanted, and I wouldn't hurt a single thing. I let it all out. And finally, I went limp, defeated, exhausted, panting hot and wet into my muzzle.

"What a ferocious monster I've caught," Keith mused, taking a seat on the coffee table and running a paw over my head. Tiny little fox claws felt awfully good against my scalp after spending the whole night wearing a baseball cap. "Now I wonder how I can tame a beast like this." And he leaned down and gave me a kiss. Right on the nose. I tipped my ears back, and he gave me another one, right between the eyes. Whiiine... And then a lick on the inside of my ear. Mrurrr... He could play me like a musical instrument. Little touches in just the right spots to make me make interesting noises.

"That's calmed him down a bit, I think," he purred, stroking my shoulders casually. "But I wonder if I can find his weak spot. Now let's see... Could it be his little toes? His little triangle ears? His little nipples? His big, fat, doggy dick?"

I gave a little whine and lifted my tail. Hint hint.

"Hmmmmmm..." A little paw stroked over my butt like an archaeologist considering a particularly fascinating set of hieroglyphics. "Now what do we have here?" He gave me a little push, and I rolled obliguingly so he could reach my fly. One button at a time, the pressure on my gut eased away, and I found myself as easy and free as I ever could hope to be. I rolled back onto my stomach, and I felt him tugging and struggling to get my pants down. Took quite a bit of effort to get my butt out in the fresh air. I renewed my struggles against my bonds, but they were all in vain as I had given my all shortly after coming to. Oh no! My weakness, exposed! And here I was, a mighty wolf, reduced to a simpering, helpless puppy in the face of this cruel and cunning fox!

Murr.

"My goodness." Two paws caressed my fuzzy ass lovingly. "What lovely, prodigious buttocks you have." Tiny claws slipped into the crack and pulled it to either side. I clenched up reflexively.

"Aha!" he cried victoriously. "Here's how I shall infiltrate this wolf." A sound of digging under the couch and a rustling of plastic. A cold, wet, vigorous sensation scrubbed up and down my crack, followed by a thick, gooey sensation that he started rubbing in. A wash and a lube. I was starting to feel nice and supple already, but I started to tense up again. My ass knew what was coming next.

"Submit, wolf." It was an order, a threat, and a statement of fact all in one as a digit ran up and down the length of my tailhole. "You're my prey, and you have lost. You've been beaten. You were hunted, and you have fallen, and now you are mine. I will have of you what I wish. Your spirit is mine, and your will is gone. You will serve at my pleasure."

My hackles rose, and I panted like a space heater. Oh god, yes. He'd told me when we first met that he was a magician. I'm still not exactly sure how much faith I put into that, but I'll tell you one thing: that fox knows how to cast a magic spell. His words rang in my ears, tickled me, mollified me. I felt my backside splitting, but I didn't give any resistance, voluntary or otherwise. I simply parted wide, and his paw slipped into me as easily as a glove. I clenched around his wrists -- not to try and stop him or anything, just to see what it felt like.

It was a very short distance in where he found my g spot. Started giving it a slow, easy rub. I stretched out, whining unabashedly, feeling the weight lift from me by the pound. I was surprised, when we first began experimenting with my body, how much tension I kept up my ass. Keith said it was a normal thing for guys -- we clench up when we're upset, but we never release it, and it makes us all rather grumpy. Just a little gentle coddling seems to be all I need to let it out. When he rubs me there, it feels like every nerve ending in my body is being unwound all at once. It's led me to wonder how much anger and frustration in this world comes from guys who've had their assholes wound up too tight, and how much better off we'd all be if they'd just get a good prostate massage every now and then.

Hmmmm... speaking of letting it all out... I hiked my tail up juuust a little further and...

"... Oh no."

PUTT-PUTT-PUH-FEEEERRRRRT! "Ahhhhh..."

I felt a tugging at my tailhole as he writhed and gagged, trying to get out of the way of it, but no such luck, especially as I clenched up to hold him in place.

"You stinky wolf!" he scolded, giving me a sharp slap on the butt. I just wagged my tail and chuckled smugly. Ha! A faceful of wolf gas will teach you to try tying me up!

"Hmmmmph." His paw withdrew in an indignant huff. "Well if that's the way you want to play it, then I suppose I'll just have to show you who's in charge around here."

Rooph. A sudden weight on my back, and two rather insistent paws pulling my butt open. And a rather lewd sensation of violation, rocking back and forth with a rather unmistakable rhythm.

Ha! Now I was fucked.

"Got your ass, doggy," he sang out merrily. I let my head sink into the couch, closed my eyes, and simply enjoyed the ride. I was stretched out wide enough to accept his head, so it was easy just to enjoy the delicious intimacy of having my lover up my ass. He worked with bubbly enthusiasm, yapping happily as he took himself for a little ride up my butt. He was done long, long before I could even get warmed up, and he withdrew in a businesslike manner, strutting up to my face, proudly half naked. He removed his used condom, wiped his dick off on my face, and gave his tail two quick whisks. "And that's what naughty wolves get," he pronounced triumphantly.

I looked up at him and grinned, at least as well as I could, still bound and muzzled. Ah, Keith. I couldn't tell if his penchant for dirty sex had rubbed off on me, or if my carefully suppressed desires had awakened something in him, but it was clear that we went well together. Sex was always an adventure with him. There was always something dirty and unexpected going on when he was around, always some new way for him to put me in my place.

He lifted my head up, sat down on the couch, and seated my muzzle in his lap. "Now then," he said authoritatively. "Are you going to be a good girl? Can I take your muzzle off?"

"Mmm hmmm."

The laces came undone, and the leather slipped off my face. I worked my jaws once or twice to make sure they hadn't gone stiff during the exercise.

"So," he said, scratching gently around my eyebrows, "Now that we're all feeling a little bit less wound up, why don't you tell me what's got you in such a bad mood tonight, hmm?"

I took a deep breath. "Customers."

"Hmmmm. And what have they done this time?"

I shook my head. "This otter came in tonight. I saw him hanging around by the menu board, looking at it like it had just insulted his mother or something. So, being the helpful wolf I am, I went up and asked him if there was anything I could help him with. And he said he'd been in several times in the past, thinking that he'd find something on our menu that he would consider eating, but no, he'd never found anything that he'd liked, so he'd always left without getting anything."

"Older guy or younger guy?"

"Older guy. So I offered to help him, asked him what he felt like he was in the mood for, but no matter what I suggested, he just had this sour look on his face. I don't think there was anything I could have done for this guy that would have made him happy, to be honest."

"Tough customer," Keith agreed, stroking the back of my neck. "I know the type. Go on."

"So finally I talked him into a chicken sandwich that didn't seem to give him the dry heaves. Of course, not until after I assured him three times that we wouldn't be putting any tomatoes on it."

"Of course."

"I even told the new guys at the wrap counter that we had a new customer in," I scowled. "Told them we had a new customer in, and we were really going to try and win this guy over. Pull out all the stops, show him the best we had to offer. Problem was... he picked up the wrong order."

"Oh no."

I sighed. "Yeah. When we were calling out names, he answered for someone else's order. A large Italian with the works. Wasn't even the same size sandwich. The guy should have been able to figure it out right then and there -- if he'd been paying attention, none of this would have happened."

"Sure, sure," Keith said in a pacifying tone of voice, stroking down my back. I realized that my hackles were going up and he was trying to smooth them back down again. I took another deep breath and tried to steady my tone of voice again.

"So anyway. He took his order to go. We realized the mistake as soon as he was out the door. So when I saw him coming back in half an hour later, I knew right away what was going on. I was ready to bend over backwards for this guy. I told him as soon as he came up to the counter, 'I'm sorry, there was a mistake with your order,' and he said, 'There certainly was.' I told him that we still had the sandwich that he ordered in the fridge, but it would probably be cold by then. Offered to make a new fresh one for him right then and there in the middle of a busy dinner rush. And he said, 'Just give me my money back.'"

"Mmmm hmmmmm," Keith said.

I could feel my hackles going up again, but I didn't try to hide it anymore. "So I rang him up for the refund, and dug a coupon out of the drawer, told him he could come in any time he wanted and have a free sub, on me. And you know what he did?"

"What?"

I rolled over on the couch so that I could look up from Keith's lap into his face. "He crumpled it up, threw it back at me, and said -- literally said -- 'I am never setting foot in this vomitorium ever again.'"

Keith burst out laughing and almost immediately tried to stop himself, to no avail. "Sorry!" he giggled, not sounding the least bit sorry. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! I'm taking this seriously, really! But... 'Vomitorium'? Is that really what he said?"

"Yeah," I frowned. "He called my restaurant a vomitorium. Because he picked up the wrong order."

"Oh dear," Keith sighed, giving my chest a rub. "Well, I wouldn't worry too much about him. I mean, there's plenty of nice vomitoriums around here, I'm sure he'll find one better suited to his tastes."

Okay. He finally got me to smile. But I was too far down in my bad mood to have him drag me out of it that easily. "He was livid with me," I continued. "Livid. You know what he wanted? He wanted me to lose my job."

"Hmmmmm."

Was that a note of skepticism? Clearly he wasn't buying my explanation for some reason. "He wanted me to lose my job!" I insisted a bit louder. Being louder means being more believable. "He wanted an entire animal to lose his livelihood, to get a black mark on his record that would prevent him from ever getting a job ever again, to take away his ability to pay for food, a home, utilities... why? Why? Because his god damned evening suffered a mild inconvenience for reasons that were completely beyond my control."

"Mmmm hmmmm."

Slightly more convinced that time. I decided to keep the pressure on; I'd have him convinced in no time. "It's indentured servitude is what it is," I explained. "They put you in a position where you need to work to survive, and then they threaten to take it all away if you dare to step out of line. If you're not a good little servant. They want you to --"

Whoops, hello. There was a small milkbone dangling in front of my nose, clearly waiting to be invited in. AHHHHHHH. Keith dropped it in, and I munched it. Hard. There's nothing quite like the satisfaction of crushing solid bone between your molars to kill a bad mood. It's gloriously therapeutic on an instinctive level, a rising level of external frustration followed by a good solid chew -- if you can trick your body into thinking the sensations are related, it's deliciously satisfying.

Sure enough, by the time it was gone, I'd forgotten all about the tangent I'd been on. And the other problem with the evening surfaced. "So. I guess I let that guy put me on edge. Because I got a little... testy after that."

"Hmmmmmm."

"I barked at one of the new kids," I admitted, looking down my nose. "He was getting the orders mixed up all night. I've told him over and over again, pay attention to the recipes, pay attention to the measurements, either he doesn't understand or he just doesn't care. I just... lost my cool at him."

"It's difficult being manager," Keith consoled me. "Keeping everyone in line."

"I can keep my staff in line without biting them," I argued. "I'm... I'm turning into Lance."

Lance. He was my first boss, many years ago. Back when I thought I was just going to join a pack and live happily ever after. But he was a tyrant. Kept the whole pack on edge. I was the new guy; I don't think I ever really crawled out from underneath that status. In his eyes, everyone under him was weak and always would be weak. And he wouldn't suffer a shred of weakness in his pack. He drove all of the other wolves crazy.

I didn't want to end up like them. So I left. I'd never been very social around other wolves before that happened, and I found that after dealing with Lance, I didn't especially want to have anything to do with them again.

And now, here I was, acting just like him. I was turning into a tyrant.

"Oh rubbish," Keith said carelessly. "You're a wolf. The restaurant is your pack. And now that you're assistant manager over there, you need to keep your pack under control. It's a big responsibility, and it puts you under a lot of pressure; I think you're completely justified if you're not always the easiest animal to work with."

"I don't want to be justified," I muttered. "If I'm justified, that means I can do it again."

"So what do you want?"

I thought about that for a long moment. "I guess... I just want to know that I haven't hurt anyone irredeemably. I want... I'd really like to be forgiven."

"Fine, you're forgiven," Keith announced with a dismissive wave. "And to celebrate, I am declaring an order to you in my capacity as your tyrannical vulpine overlord. You are going to lighten up, effective immediately, and get out and have yourself some clearly overdue fun."

"Okay," I grinned. "Was there something you had in mind?"

He nodded. "As a matter of fact. And now it's really time for a serious heart-to-heart talk, master to simpering bitch."

"Yeah, okay?"

He tapped his claws against my chest. The "serious talk" thing clearly wasn't a joke. "Before we started having sex," he began, his tone steady and even, looking down to meet my eyes, "We agreed that you were comfortable with keeping an open relationship. And I have been acting accordingly."

His face fell. "You're already tensing up. Are you absolutely sure that you can handle this? Absolutely? I can not stress enough that this is not a deal-breaker for our relationship. You come first. We play by your rules. Understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand," I said, blushing up. We'd been over this before, of course. I'd even thought that I'd finally gotten it squared away in my head. But it was a gut instinct -- wolves mate for life. Not that Keith and I had ever discussed marriage, but... Hey. It felt like we were. And it was just... weird to think of having additional relationships. I was fine with it on an intellectual level, it was just... hard to keep my heart rate down now that I was actually being challenged by some unknown suitor.

"I met him last night," he went on. "I sucked him off in the bathroom of the bar I went to last night while you were out howling. I knew you were out of the service area last night, so I didn't try to call you, and I didn't want to bother you at work, so I waited until your shift was over tonight. I wanted to invite you over to talk about it face to face, but you were clearly upset about something, so I wanted to help you calm down about it. And that's all there is to it so far."

Under the terms of our open relationship agreement, we agreed that if we saw other guys, we must be one hundred percent open about it -- who we were dating, and in what capacity -- preferably before an encounter, but if that wasn't feasible, then as soon as possible afterward. "Okay, fair enough," I decided at last. "And who was this guy?"

"Well, here's the thing," Keith said. I could see that crafty smile of his starting to sneak over his face. "I'd like you to meet him personally."

"Oh?"

"I have not exercised my open relationship priviledges prior to this point for a very important reason," he said, looking down at me with an expression of concern. "Specifically, because I don't want to do anything without you. Therefore, I have waited until I have met a guy who I believe is compatible with you. Ideally, I'd like to see us form a three-way relationship, where any two of us may pair off without conflict, or all three of us may find something mutually satisfactory to do. I understand that this is no small order to fill. And so, I want the two of you to go out together. If you like him, he stays. If you don't, he goes. As simple as that."

Wow. It was touching to know that he cared that much about my feelings on the matter, and it was a win-win situation for me. I kind of doubted that he'd managed to find someone who would actually be compatible with the both of us, but... "So... Is he another wolf, or...?"

"You will discover that answer," he said, dramatically producing a small, plastic card, "When you appear at table 12 of the dining room at Papa Richard's at six o'clock sharp this Saturday evening to redeem the blind date that I am financing." He lay the card on my chest. "There is a sixty dollar credit on this card. You will order anything you like, enjoy the hell out of yourself, and possibly order a roll of tokens or two for the Karaoke Revolution machine."

Papa Richard's? That was one of the first restaurants we'd gone to together, last year. Very classy place -- excellent food, tasteful video game arcade. With sixty dollars to spend -- thirty for each of us? This was sounding better and better.

"Sounds like a plan," I nodded.

"Excellent," Keith said. "I will notify your date immediately. Now then! Do you need to get out of those cuffs yet?"

I rolled over on my side, head pillowed against his lap. "Nah, I just got comfortable."

"Oh good," he said, snuggling in, one paw on my chest and one on the remote control. "Let's see if anything good's on tonight."