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The wolf lifted his glass to his lips and tilted his head back, gulping the contents down with only one gulp. He slammed the glass down onto the bar and growled, "Reload."

The bartender sighed. "Xander, I think you've had enough."

The wolf looked to the bartender and growled. "Please reload?"

"I wasn't asking for manners. Look, you've had enough, alright? I'm cutting you off. I get it. You're depressed. Stop taking it out on your liver."

Xander sighed, and looked down at the empty glass. "Have you ever loved someone, B.T.? Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd do anything for them?"

"No," the bartender said, deadpan.

Xander looked down at the glass that was held in his large paw. "Can I please have another? I've only had eight. If I have another, it'll be nine. Nine is my lucky number."

The bartender sighed, but poured the drink. "Seeing as you can still do basic math, maybe you're not as bad off as I thought."

Xander threw his head back, gulping the burning spirit down with one gulp. He rested his left arm on the bed and held his head, sighing, looking at the empty glass, sad that it was now empty. "It's getting late, Xander. Do you want me to call you a cab?"

Xander stared at the empty glass passively. The bartender sighed. It was a slow night, so at least he could focus on the wolf. But someone on the other side of the bar was making a gesture, so he went over to tend to him, leaving the wolf alone with his thoughts. Xander was a big wolf, with a build that might make one think of a linebacker. He wasn't necessarily fat, just... big. He was mostly brown, with some black here and there. All and all, he was rather plain, save a set of green eyes that were perhaps his best part, but that wasn't saying much.

He turned in his chair slightly, looking through the glass as he turned. It was about half-an-hour to midnight, and the bar was just filling up with the evening crew. He must have been drunk, because he hadn't noticed that there was someone seated in the stool next to him. As he looked through the glass, he saw only a white and black blob. Setting the glass back on the bar, he looked again.

She was rather short, especially compared to Xander, but since he was slouching so much and leaning on his chair he was actually at a good height compared to her. She was a white lioness, and very pretty, especially since she was smiling at him and showing off all her teeth. Her fur was a vanilla cream color, though her hair was obsidian black, which gave her a beautiful contrast, not to mention how smooth and slightly shiny her fur was. He smiled back at her, then resumed looking forward at his glass, and sighed.

"Can I buy you a drink?" the lioness asked. Xander looked to her again, and shrugged.

"Hey," he called out. "B.T., Ms. Kitty wants to buy me a drink."

The bartender walked back over. He looked to Xander, then to the lioness, then back to Xander. Sighing, he filled Xander's glass with spirit, and then took out a new glass for the lioness when she asked for the same. Once more, the bartender was called to the other side of the bar, and left the wolf and the lioness to their own devices.

"Just a minute," the lioness said, as Xander lifted the glass to his lips. She stood up and reached into one of her jean's pockets. A moment later, she took out a very small squeeze bottle. Her little paw wrapped around Xander's and she pulled it down to her level. Squirting the contents of the squeeze bottle into the glass, the clear spirits suddenly took on a purple hue. "A little added flavor. Trust me; you'll like it, big guy." She climbed back onto the stool.

Xander looked at the glass with the same fascination as when it was empty. It wasn't long before he tilted his head back and drank it down with one gulp, and then slurped his tongue into the narrow glass to lick out whatever was left. "That was pretty good. Do you have any more?"

The lioness shook her head, taking the time to sip her own drink. "I'm Blondie, by the way."

"Xander," the wolf said, and suddenly covered his mouth to stifle a soft yawn.

"You alright, Xander?"

"Yeah... I think the liquor is just getting to me now. Hey B.T., I'm going to call it a night. See you tomorrow."

Xander took the first tentative steps off the bar, placing both his large feet upon the floor. He promptly fell over with a deafening crash, followed by the roaring laughter of all the patrons of the bar. Only Blondie moved to help him, although she was giggling quite loud as she squatted down and helped the wolf back to his feet. "Thanks," he said weakly. Without being asked, she slipped one of his thick arms over her shoulder and helped him to walk. He still fell several times, most times tripping over his own clumsy feet, but at the least there were enough tables he could always brace himself. As they finally reached the door out of the bar, and the cold air perked Xander up, he looked to Blondie, slightly confused. "Have you gotten taller?"

Blondie brought Xander to her car, and loaded him into the passenger seat. "Where are we going?" he asked. Blondie smiled reassuringly, but said nothing as she drove, and soon enough Xander had lost interest what was happening. It was a ride... well, somewhere, and that certainly beat walking the thirteen blocks to his apartment. And he had to say, Blondie was beautiful. And he was lonely. And he didn't really care if he spent an awkward night with someone as beautiful as the white lioness, and then got kicked out tomorrow morning. Tomorrow was a long way away.

"Have you gotten taller?" Xander asked, as Blondie helped him up the stairs to her apartment.

"You already asked me that," Blondie asked.

"Oh... what did you say?"

"I didn't answer, Xander."

"Oh... Alright then. Where are my pants?"

Blondie fit the key into the lock at the door and stepped inside. She had a nice apartment, not a lot of furniture, but a living room with a kitchen nook, and the bedroom, which was where Blondie brought him. She squatted down when they reached the bed, and wrapped her arms around his chest. Then, with a heavy huff, she lifted him like a mother would a child, and set him down on the bed gently. "Now now, we don't need this," she said, hooking his shirt into her fingers and lifted it slowly. Xander's vision was black as the T-shirt covered his face, but when it pulled away, he was face to crotch with Blondie, looking into the eyes of the Smiley face belt buckle she wore. He looked up the towering shape of white lioness, and blinked, holding his head. "You have gotten taller..."

Blondie turned and lifted her tail, giving Xander a rather awesome view of her backside. She sat down dramatically beside him, and wrapped an arm around him, tugging him close. "It's what I put in your drink, that special mix in. It'll shrink you down, slowly. And it'll stop before you get microscopic, so don't worry. But I just thought we might have a little fun. You'd like that wouldn't you?" She smiled wide.

Compared to the lioness sitting beside him, he was about the size of a teddy bear. She was watching him closely, but he still attempted to crawl away, slowly at first, and then roll onto his front and bolted. But Blondie was faster, and caught him by the nape. She pinched him and dragged him back, before wrapping an arm around his chest and hugging him once more. "Now now, there'll be none of that. Just relax, alright? I'm not going to hurt you. The drugs will wear off eventually. But in the mean time..."

She released Xander at the foot of the bed. She bounced off the springs of the bed to rise, sending a shockwave that caused Xander to bounce as well. Blondie walked a few steps, before stopping, and looking over her shoulder at the wolf, who now at least didn't try to make a break for it. She reached down to her belt and undid it with practiced ease, then unzipped the pants and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped aside and kicked the jeans away, now only wearing a pair of purple panties on her lower half. She turned around to face the wolf, and reached for the rim of her orange tube top. She pulled it away with the same speed she had undressed her new toy, which meant Xander had quite a view of her rather large breasts before her head was exposed, and he felt embarrassed. He whimpered and looked down, and tried to cover the tenseness between his legs, but Blondie walked forward and stroked his cheek with the back of a finger.

Xander looked, just in time to see Blondie once more spin around. Her tail twisted through the air, finally coming to rest wrapped around Xander's back. He watched as the panty covered rump grew larger and larger, trying to back away but the tail kept him in place. Blondie looked back over her shoulder and gave a wink. The next moment, she had braced her legs and sat herself down. Xander found his legs and hips smothered beneath the purple cloth of the panties. He gasped and howled suddenly, a crushing pressure settling on his legs. He was probably spared being outright crushed only because she had landed with him between her cheeks, not to mention she was not sitting down fully but bracing herself on her knees. A little to the left or right, and he would have been in the mound of flesh's crushing embrace.

He growled and snarled and thrashed suddenly, punching and clawing against the huge rump, struggling to move it somehow, and to his surprise it did lift off. Blondie looked back. "Sorry, sorry. Did that hurt? You can't really know what a partner's limits are until you try, you know?" She hooked her thumbs into her panties, and just as she had with her pants slipped them down and kicked them aside. Xander was treated to quite a sight, and sitting up, found himself staring rather shamelessly at her ass.

Blondie had quite a large rump, though far from overly fatty. It had a beautiful shape to it, rounded and plump. Blondie's tail lifted slowly, exposing her crack and the quivering pucker between her large cheeks. She grinned quite wide as she began to back up. And although the sight was incredible, he did start to move away out of fear. First he crawled backwards, but as the huge ass kept coming, he turned and ran with all his might to the other end of the bed. He quickly stopped when he reached the edge of the bed, knowing that a fall from this height would likely end with a broken ankle, and turned once more to look at Blondie.

Blondie climbed onto the bed carefully, and on her hands and knees crawled towards the quivering wolf, tail swaying in the air. She leaned down and gave Xander a soft nuzzle, then a little lick over the chest. He began to relax under the affection of the huge tongue, though his hands were clenched into fist and he still shivered. She looked him over, and then turned in an impressive half circle, which from Xander's view was like an 18-wheeler turning on a dime. She turned until her rump was facing Xander, and then lifted her tail, exposing her large cheeks and, between them, her flexing pucker. "Little fella, come and please me. And I won't eat you, alright?"

Xander approached slowly. On her knees like this, he was actually just the right size, face to rump with the white lioness. He dodged under her swaying tail as he approached, and then reached a shaking paw forward. He placed his black paws on Blondie's creamy cheeks, for a moment taking amusement in the contrast of color. Her fur was as soft as he had thought back in the bar, and her skin was delightfully squishy. Although shrunken, Xander was still heavily built, and bracing himself, he could actually pry the two massive cheeks apart. He leaned his wet nose forward, and softly nuzzled against her pucker, then slipped his tongue out and ran it over her crack. He leaned back, instead taking a moment to hug one of her buttocks and nuzzle and lick it, nibble on the mound of flesh. Neither the taste nor the smell was unpleasant to him. In fact, the richness of woman was what was most apparent, and he actually found enjoyment in how squishy and warm and soft she was, even though he was at her backside.

Blondie started to purr. She wiggled side to side and growled gently, as the wet nose and hot tongue prodded and poked at her vent. Xander was a quick learner. He had rather quickly grown accustomed to this, and was growling and yapping happily, pressing with his full strength into her vent. Her dexterous tail moved down, draping over her crack, and she used the strong base to press him right into her, just in case he had any second thoughts.

It was pleasant foreplay. Soon, Blondie was purring quite loudly, tail pressing when she had the focus but often it wagged and snapped through the air. She giggled when his nose touched a special spot and tickled, but mostly she just growled and groaned, nails clawing slowly at the bed sheets and ripping at them, although they were specifically designed to resist a feline's claws. This wasn't the first time she had scoured the bar for someone to use, and it wouldn't be the last, but she had to admit, this little wolf was making her feel more flustered than usual. He pressed his full strength into her, using his powerful upper body to keep the flexing buttocks apart, so he could nuzzle and lick her pucker and crack.

In fact the only problem with this was that Xander was still shrinking, and it soon became necessary for Blondie to squat lower and lower so the nose would remain at her pucker. After a time, she squatted, weighing her hips down more and more, until she was more or less sitting on the little lupine. Xander was never deterred though, seemingly ignoring the pain and pressure and just kissing and nuzzling his mistress as best he could. She purred louder and louder, wiggling her hips side to side, feeling the body beneath her starting to compress. But she was sure she wasn't actually hurting him, and he was in no real danger. She just squeezed him a little, toyed with him. And eventually, she braced herself and lifted off the wolf, who was now only the size of an action figure.

Xander rolled over onto his belly and panted several times. The narrow space between her cheeks, the air had quickly become hot and dense and he realized now how light headed he was feeling. He looked down to his body, his miniscule form, and whimpered slightly, but a reassuringly claw from the white lioness calmed him just a bit. He turned back, whimpering when her grin was wide and her eyes narrowly focused on him, and he outright howled when she plucked him up by his tail, and brought him close to her smiling face. "Oh, don't be such a puppy," she muttered, her warm breath blowing over him like a cloud of steam. She lifted her other hand and gently set him down in her opposite paw, before rolling onto her back and setting the wolf down at her navel. Her large breasts obscured the sight of brown wolf against her white underside. She solved that problem by scooting back and propping herself up with a pillow. Of course, the shift in her body caused Xander to roll several times, eventually landing on her thighs. But that seemed good enough. She let him get comfortable instead of scaring him by picking him up again. "Well little fella, the good news is I think you're done shrinking. Glad I got the measurement right. An overdose and you end up as a speck on the carpet. But you, you're just the right size. You're just a micro now, which is perfect." She smiled slightly, and stroked his back with a long claw.

"Now..."

This time she reached for the wolf, slowly and carefully, curious how he would react. Xander shivered as the two huge fingers came down, each almost the length of him, and then as they pinched him delicately by the nape. Clearly Blondie had done this before, because she knew how much pressure to apply to the lose skin on his nape without causing him to tear apart. He was lifted once more, just a bit away from her body. He was carried over the stretch of white fur until he came to her two large, plump breasts, like snowy hills on the landscape. He was draped over the breast, her rounded tit pressed right into his belly. He used his claws to stay on the breast when her fingers moved away, and he looked up to her. She licked her lips with her black tongue, and growled, "Get to work."

Xander extended his claws into the fur, poking through the thick creaminess and into the skin. That alone felt rather good, but when he carefully lowered himself down, Blondie started to purr once more. She placed a finger under his tail so he could sit, and then moved him until he was face to tit with her. He got to work instantly and with the same enthusiasm as when he had given her a rim job, using his teeth to nibble and his tongue to lick. She giggled softly, the shakes of her body threatening to throw her toy about, but he held on tight, and to her amusement never broke stride. In fact he dug his claws in deeper to the plump breast, and clamped his jaws down hard on the tit. She sat up slightly, and looked down. After pondering a moment, she shifted her finger from under his rump and up his back. Eventually, the pad found its way to his head, and she pressed him harder into her breast, forcing him to bite and nibble, which made her feel good.

Her other hand stroked her belly a moment, tracing little circles and then a heart, and then she moved past her hip bone and to between her legs. She bit her lip when Xander's powerful jaws once more clenched on her breast. He really wasn't holding back, and the hundreds of nerves on her furless flesh all lit up under his little teeth. He gritted his teeth side to side, growling and using his strong arms to squeeze and hug the breast a little tighter. She placed her paw once more on him, pressing him on and off, sometimes letting him nibble and bite as he saw fit, other times forcing him to do as she liked. She slowly slid the fingers on her other hand into her depths. Oh, it had been far too long...

She moved her fingers in and out slowly. She spread herself wide, and then when she clenched, eased her fingers closed. She kept growling and purring, although she was vaguely aware that Xander was starting to tucker out. She sighed, and looked down at him, seeing him struggling to hug around the ample fat of her boob. It was rather cute. He would use the full strength of his jaws to bite on her tight, but then use his tongue to lick it, as if he was afraid he might have hurt her. She pulled her fingers out of herself, and began to once more draw on her white tummy. Her fingers were quite wet by now, and when they dried out, she got them wet and then began to draw once more.

The scent soon wafted over her body, and Xander's tail went straight up. He carefully dropped off the plump breast, and landed down on Blondie's ribs. On all fours, tail wagging, he rushed towards the spot on her stomach that she had marked with her scent. He tackled the spot, in fact, and hugged against her. He braced himself and humped and ground and gasped, whimpering lowly in a confusion of emotion.

"No no," she scolded. She drew a line of rich scent down her belly and past her hip bones, and once more slipped her fingers into her depths. Xander lifted, and sniffed the air. He began to crawl forward slowly, but gained speed, until he leapt the last few inches and crashed into her hand. He growled and snarled at it like it was a rival male. She smiled as she pulled her fingers out of herself, and then used them to pull her lips open.

She followed the little blot of brown fur as it moved closer and closer to her nethers, but soon her ample breasts and pudgy belly had obscured the sight, and she was left with a few agonizing moments of ignorance; what pleasure would come, when...

She jumped a little when his full bulk pressed into her warm lips. She lost her hold on her lips, and her walls slammed against the bulk. She thought she had broken him, but then felt him squirm and press and struggle against her. "Ack... jeez, take it easy, little guy."

Xander braced his arms against the wet, moist walls that were pressing against his front. With all his strength, he pushed, and actually pushed her open enough he could slip himself the rest of the way in. Of course, Blondie was stronger than he was, and when she clenched tight, his paws slipped on her walls and he was squished, and a rush of pleasure ran through him. His aching erection, pushed out of his sheath, was now squeezed between his hip bones and the warm wall that covered his back and front. All he could think was getting deeper, and he pushed and wiggled, slowly working himself in tandem with her clenches and releases.

Blondie was panting rather loud, chest heaving, purrs escaping her each time she exhaled. Even sitting up, she could not see the brown body against her white nethers or the orange bed sheets. She could "feel" him, but there was so much pleasure hammering inside her she had no clue how deep he had gone. She gritted her teeth and reached for him. It was like he was punching and kicking and kneeing her, sending strokes of bliss through her but also a touch of pain. But her hand fell short of her hips, and she just lay there, growling and roaring, feeling pleasure build inside her alongside the pain.

Inside her, it was dark and wet, and the air was stale, but the wolf's lustful drive had overtaken him. Even as the muscles squeezed him hard, threatening to make him pop, he growled and shoved and humped into the mass of warmth. He pressed his whole weight into her, wrestling with her. He could feel his fur saturated and his lungs were starting to burn from lack of air. He braced himself, and pulled, and slid himself towards the coolness of outside. His arm first, and after he had gripped some of her slick pubic fur, he managed to pull his head out of the hot tunnel. He took only a moment to fill his lungs with fresh(er) air, and then resumed his work, kicking and humping against her inner walls, biting at her warm flesh.

"Jeez... what...the FUCK..." Blondie humped into the air suddenly, and then rolled onto her front, and pressed her groin into the fabric of the bed. The friction that the reinforced threads eased the burning inside her slightly, but then she felt something... his teeth perhaps, clamp down upon her clitoris, with the same strength he had her tit. She saw stars, and felt her body lock into one muscle, and was aware that she was roaring although she couldn't hear it over the blood in her ears. Her body was screaming at her. Her fur felt like needle points, her skin could have been on fire, and she felt the hollow pit in her stomach explode as a wash of cream flooded out of her.

As she clenched into one great muscle, Xander felt his body beneath his neck squeezed mercilessly by her. If not for the give of her inner flesh and his own strength, he would have been a stain. Instead he felt perfect bliss, and a trickle of heat ooze out of him and into her. He had never felt such a climax before, such a full body pressure and pleasure, as he did just then. Then he felt warmth on his toes, and a flood of white overtook him. When next he was aware, he was sprawled on the bed sheets, covered in juice and completely exhausted. He could have been dead if not for the little twitching of his ears and the heave of his tiny chest as he struggled to remember how to breathe.

Blondie sat up. Her eyes were wide, as was her mouth, and her facial fur had taken a pink color from all the blood that was behind her cheeks. She reached for Xander with a shaking hand; he didn't have the strength to resist. She yawned wide, and Xander began to panic, thinking that he might be tossed into her mouth as a before-bed snack. But her mouth closed and her lips settled into a sleepy grin. Instead of being eaten, Blondie brought him down to her breasts, and slipped him between the two ample mounds of fat. He groaned and wiggled, squirming and kicking, but that was mostly out of instinct. Blondie's fur was warm, after all, and very inviting, and now that lust and adrenaline was starting to die down, he realized how tired he was. Blondie squeezed her boobs together, almost smothering Xander, but she eventually relented and he was free to breathe. He looked up at the underside of her grinning jaws, as she set her head down on the pillow.

"If the drugs haven't worn off by tomorrow, I've got a purdy vixen I'd like you to meet."

Xander swallowed slightly, but was too tired to protest, and closed his eyes, slipping into a very deep sleep.