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An easy Target

A peaceful, cold night, a mild breeze, and the distant calls of various little creatures and owls. There was not much more to the night, nothing unusual or interesting.

As long as you do not look too closely.

A stealthy figure, an open window, and an almost silent break-in. It was only another night.

At least for Achlys, it was.

He could not remember how many nights it had been. Not that he complained. He was a professional, after all. His hushed step moved along the familiar corridor. He memorised every detail of this estate, including every piece of furniture and minor adornment. He could walk around this house with closed eyes.

It did not matter how simple the job was. How straightforward and smooth. Achlys takes every small target seriously. From an inconsequential, unfaithful husband to the hotshot CEO of a thriving multinational corporation. Ultimately, he was a professional. The best hitman available. And he made certain of that.

His hand travelled along the home's wall, gloves on his fingers. His black, nicely tailored suit felt out of place. Deep purple shirt and dark necktie merged completely into the night. The only thing anyone would notice was his white fur, which he allowed to be seen. The well-groomed fur along his distinctive long nose and sharp features found in wolves. His crimson, piercing eyes.

Achlys did not hide his face. He was a professional hitman, not just a cat burglar.

He put his hand against the bedroom door. He carefully crept in, making no sound. And there he was—the target he was intended to hit. He lay in his bed, carefree as ever, just like he did every night when he slipped in.

It was nearly too easy. Like stealing a lollipop from a baby. The pig was lying on the stomach as usual, pillow under his chest, snoring faintly in his sleep. Long, curly brown hair cascaded down his back. The thin blanket fell all the way down the small piggytail, exposing nothing but naked pinkish skin. Even from this position, the curves of his overweight physique were obvious.

The wolf takes out his cherished knife, his most dependable companion. He preferred it to all other weapons. It was more personal and less messy.

As he took a step towards the bed, his wolf ears twitched. Something was not right. He stood in this bedroom several times, watching the pig sleep to ensure that his entire strategy was sound. Spend weeks watching him, learning his schedule and habits. But the hitman realised something was off before he realised what it was.

And then, as if struck by a bowling ball, he noticed. It was too silent. His gaze moved up the seductive back of his target to the unruly brown curls, and then he noticed it. An eye peering through those locks, looking directly at him. There is no snoring now, only even breathing. There is no panic, no yelling. And somehow it gave Achlys a cold shower along his back.

"So, tonight, you will stop just watching?"

Surprise surged through the wolf's system. He did not show it, for he was a professional after all. His eyes became slits, and his ears drew back against his scalp as he began to snarl. He needed to act quickly. Second guessing may be his undoing. He lunged towards the bed, and all he saw was white. His nose noticed a sweet, floral aroma with an earthy undertone.

When he recognised what was going on, he stepped away from the bed, straining against the blanket that was covering his body. He threw it to the side and prepared to attack again, but then paused.

What he saw did not make sense.

In front of him was the plump pig, the easy target, and the straightforward mission for which he had already spent far too much time preparing. He had one leg over the other, and his body was entirely exposed. Achlys knew his target slept naked from weeks of observation, so it came as no surprise. He sat there, a little smirk on his face. He is holding Achly's trusty knife. His knife! How dare that pig take it from him! And then he threw it in the air and caught it again, as if it were just a fancy toy.

"It took you long enough. I expected you to act in half the time spent shadowing."

The pig's voice contained no fear. Without hesitation. Achlys did not understand what was going on. This was not supposed to end like this. After all, he was Achlys. The best hitmen out there. He was not surprised. He had no troubles with his jobs. Not him.

"Are you even aware who I am?" Another growl appeared on his lips. His fiery eyes glowed with rage.

"Oh? "Should I?"

Those words made the wolftail bristle with rage. He surged forward. He did not need the knife; he only needed his claws to silence that arrogant fat swine.

The next events unfolded too quickly for him to fully comprehend what was happening before it was too late. He was about to reach the pig's throat when he noticed a flash in front of his eyes, followed by a hollow thud. Then he was yanked forward, and a large weight dropped on his chest.

He blinked as he began to grasp what had taken place. His gaze was drawn to the ceiling, where he could see his knife embedded deep within. When he looked down, he saw the pig sitting on his chest. His legs wrapped around his shoulders, rendering his arms useless. And he was so high on his body that Achly's legs could not reach him. He tried to struggle, but he was completely pinned under the weight of his own target.

But the worst part was the scent, that delicious, tempting musk. It accelerated his pulse rate and turned his cheeks hot. His ears sat back on his scalp. His lips curled into a snarl as he roared. He strained to look up at the pig's face, disregarding everything else. But the angle made it almost impossible. Seeing the smooth, round belly move with each breath. Seeing a peek of that crotch, he knew that looking just a little lower would expose the one thing that was filling him with that delectable aroma.

"You cannot do this. You will come to regret this! "Let me go, fat ass!"

He tried to gain the upper hand by making surprise manoeuvres, but all he got was the pig setting down on his chest, making it even more difficult to breathe.

"Or, what? The unmatched Achlys will rip me apart?"

That caused the wolf to pause; he was breathing harder, which further heightened his senses with that magnificent aroma. His victim should not be knowing his name. Even his organisation's hitmen should be unaware of his true identity. He watched in horror as the pig leaned to one side and opened his nightstand, pulling out a folder.

He knew the type of folder. He held them in his palms several times. Every time he received a new job of his own. A folder containing all relevant information about his targets. The pig sat comfortably on Achly's chest as he opened it and read the information.

"You have accomplished a lot in your lifetime. There are quite a few great hits there. You made your way to the top rather quickly and efficiently. But I suppose that was the problem."

The pig chuckled as he took out a photograph and turned it around. Achlys' eyes widened at the sight. It was him, so much younger and innocent. No worries in the world.

"Look at you; you were so cute once."

The image vanished again as Achlys attempted to comprehend what it meant. Nothing made sense. He followed his target for weeks. The pig was nothing extraordinary. A dull profession, with even duller friends and habits.

Nothing made sense.

"Are you still trying to figure this out? Achlys, you were too good. Too ruthless. A great little machine. And they have a tendency to turn against their masters. As a result, the organisation's upper management became concerned. And when they feel afraid, they send their problematic children to me to stop the danger before it starts."

The pig's hand reached for Achly's chin and grabbed it; it was kind, but the wolf could feel the strength in those fingers. He had not expected such strength.

“You were set up. I let you see what you wanted to see for weeks. You truly believe I did not notice you. I did not see you were standing in my bedroom, watching me sleep. This confidence can be either your greatest strength or your worst weakness."

Achlys' realisation hit him like a brick. This was a trap. He was sent to his own death. And if he had not been so confident, if he had made a genuine attempt to shadow this pig, he might have noticed. But he did not.

“I hope you enjoyed that last job of yours. But, from what I could see, you seemed annoyed to have me as a target."

The hand went slowly from Achlys' chin to his throat. He had to do something; he had to fight and stop this. However, he was taken aback by the information he had just received.

"What happens now?"

The pig tilted his head slightly. "It depends on you. Do you prefer a swift end, a long and hard conflict, or maybe...?"

The pig smirked. It was light-hearted and even appealing. The wolf's nose was still buzzing from the musk that had filled his senses while so near to the other male's groin.

"Maybe I can make your final hours worthwhile. Exhausting you to the point of passing out, followed by a blissful slumber. I am not blind. I caught your eyes on me as you shadowed me. I noticed you staring at night. And how red your face has turned when I sat down on your chest. And I can tell it is not rage."

Achlys opened his mouth to protest, deny it, or simply urge him to stop playing with him. But no words came from his mouth. His heart was pounding like crazy. Years of abstinence caught up with him. He solely lived for his job and career. And both of those things will end tonight.

His ears drooped again, this time due to shyness rather than fury or rage. He takes another breath, struck by the scent of this siren's song. Now that he had accepted the situation, he recognised it was the end no matter what. His body craved what he had been resisting for so long.

"The last one..." His voice was quiet, hardly audible. He took another long breath, this time letting the lovely aroma wash over him. He let out a ragged breath and closed his eyes.

"The last one? What?" The pig enquired, his thumb creeping towards Achly's lips. It caused the wolf to shiver.

"The passing out one, please."

The pig's smirk became larger. "There we go. Do not worry, I will take good care of you. You will not regret your decision." His voice was seductive and deep, sending a shiver down Achly's spine. “Or I guess not regret for a long time anyway."

The pig's finger went down his chin and along his throat, applying just enough pressure to let him feel it. Achly gave another hoarse moan.

“You like that? What a naughty pup you are."

He gently began to move down the wolf's body, the weight shifting from Achly's chest. But he was not fighting anymore. A whimper escaped his lips as he felt their teeth along his throat. Every touch was sending his skin ablaze. He could not recall the last time he felt anything like that.

His jacket was carefully opened, followed by his shirt. It was removed from him and flung to the side. Kisses and licks travelled down his body's numerous scars. A monument to the perilous life he has led so far. His heart felt like it was going to explode. His trousers were about to burst with his desire.

"Take your pants off, puppy. So I can show you what true bliss is."

The murmured, sensuous voice was all Achly needed to move his hands to his own pants, quickly opening them and pulling them down along with his underwear. His proud arousal pointed eagerly to the ceiling, throbbing and dripping clear pre-cum along his angry red flesh.

“I am amazed how pent-up you guys always are~ It makes it so much more fun."

The pig raises his body again. For a minute, the wolf believed he would end up on his chest once more. Instead, he flung his head back, letting out a whimper as he felt his tip slowly sink into the warm tightness. His hands instinctively moved to the pig's hips. His claws dug into the warm, soft flesh, leaving behind crimson imprints.

"How does it feel, puppy? I know how much you were craving this feeling. Every night, your eyes would roam all over my body, thinking I was sleeping."

Achly looked down, saw the pig on his lap, and felt his own length all the way into that warm, velvety tunnel. His gaze travelled along those appealing soft contours. He responded in a breathless whisper. “So good…"

The pig smiled as he leaned back, placing his hands beside each of Achly's knees, giving him a clear view of his round soft belly and the hard throbbing length between his squishy soft thighs.

He could not stop himself from licking his chaps at the delectable sight. He was completely captivated by this amazing pig. And then he started to move his hip in cicular motions.

The wolf gave a long, deep sigh, followed by a needy whimper. He watched as his own cock vanished repeatedly in that minbending hot tightness. Then there was this fragrance. This musk smells sweet, floral, and earthy. He had never smelt anything like this. And he never would get enough of it.

His instincts suddenly kicked in, and he began thrusting upwards in the same rhythm as those magnificent swinging hips.

“That's it, pup. Give in. I got you. No need to fear or hold back."

A shiver ran down Achly's spine as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His mouth opened wide, and his tongue rolled out carelessly. His hips are beginning to gain strength and speed. He was losing himself entirely. The world around him no longer held any meaning. Just that exquisite aroma, the heavy sensation of those heavenly hips smashing into his groin in the sinful sound of unadulterated joy.

“I… I am… close…" His body could not manage this much pleasure, especially after years of denial.

The pig leaned closer, placing both hands on Achly's cheeks, forcing him to look directly at those deep, wonderful brown eyes. “Cum for me, pup. Do not worry, this is just the first of many climaxes tonight. Just fill me with your hot, sinful juice."

The pig pressed his lips against the wolves. Achly's toes curled and spread in no discernible rhythm as he lost himself in the wonderful ambrosia of that hot kiss. A deep kiss with smacking lips and clasped teeth.

He released a long, deep moan into the other man's mouth. His orgasm hit him like a train without brakes. His balls drew close as his cum churned in those long-ignored testicles.

Hot white cum pumped deep into the pig's bowels. Strings of white, creamy semen reached deeper and deeper, filling him to the brim. He breaks the kiss with a wide smile.

"There you go. Let it all out~" The pig's hand rubbed along Achly's face, patting the top of his head and scratching behind his ears, as he moved his hips slightly to prolong the delightful climax.

Achly was shaking and absolutely out of breath as his mind-blowing peak came to an end. His mouth was wide open, his ears were flicking, and his face was bright red as his eyes were fogged up with utter delight. He felt a lick on his neck, followed by possessive small nibbles.

"I will give you a moment. And then I will show you the full depths of passion and pleasure."

In this instant, the wolf realised his night was far from finished. That pig would uphold his promise of endless delight till his body gave out from fatigue.

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The early sun warmed up his white fur. He was covered in a blanket from the hips down. His hand moved to shield his face as the sun began to shine on it, and his nose twitched.

Slowly, his senses returned. One by one. First, he was assaulted by the smell of musk, sweat, and sex. Then his body began to ache in multiple areas. Even places he did not realise could ache.

Eventually he remembered what happened the night before. The things he did, the joy he felt in every imaginable position. In the end, he experienced both pure ecstasy and exhaustion. But the final thought jolted him wide awake. How was it possible he was waking up?

His eyes widened as he sat up straight. His focus shifted to the side, and he was met with an empty bed. Well, nearly empty, as he noticed the folder with his personal information lying there.

“You are up? Took you a while."

His attention shifted to the window, where he noticed the pig leaning against the frame and peering out. He was still completely naked, not covering up in the slightest. Achlys initially thought it was a cigarette in the pig's mouth, but he soon saw the movement of the long white stick jutting out from between his lips. He was sucking a lollipop.

"Congratulations, you passed."

The wolf appeared perplexed as the other male finally looked at him and drew out the lollipop to point to the folder next to him. He looked at it and lifted it up, only to find a piece of paper underneath it. He looked at it and read the words.

"If you are reading this, you have survived the night. Congratulations! You passed the trial. You are now under Agent M's monitoring. He will teach you what you are missing to propel you to new heights in your career."

It was signed with his organisation's standard synonym. There were not many words written there, but they had a weight about them that Achlys could not shake. He had heard the name Agent M before. It was a myth, a legend about a boogieman within the organisation. Everyone who had met him was never seen again.

The wolf let forth a whisper that was barely audible. “Agent M."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. M stands for mother. Old farts think they are funny." The pig huffs and puts the lollipop back in his mouth. "Get everything you have from your hidden base and return here so we can begin. And do not make me regret my decision."

The wolf was shocked. He felt as if he had been on a rollercoaster multiple times in a matter of seconds. He felt dizzy and a little ill to his stomach, but not in a negative sense.

His perfect life. The life he thought was flawless and under his control. It all felt like a strange past dream now.

“But why?"

Agent M turned around completely, one hand on his hips, the other holding the lollipop in hand. Achrys could not help but let his eyes travel over that naked physique, a hunger blooming in his chest again.

"When a hitman like you becomes too cooky, too strong, or too arrogant after reaching the pinnacle. They are sent to me. As I mentioned last night. Then I evaluate them. Checking to see if they are lost in their hubris. Believe they are superior to all others. If they do, their carrier ends there, irreversible. But if they show hints of a possibility to be taught how to live past the carrier of a hitmen. Without only a one-tracked mind. I bring them in and show them what they are missing. Teaching them the importance of being human or a machine in light of the situation. You have a lot to learn, puppy. So get your things. I do not like waiting."

Achlys listened and recognised how close he was to missing out on this day and not understanding what it all meant. He rose from the bed without hesitation. With one hand, he held the folder and the paper. He was ready to leave when he paused for a moment, turned around, and bowed respectfully in front of the pig before exiting the bedroom.

Agent M shook his head and chuckled before addressing Achlys. "Your things are washed and dried in the bathroom. Even a hitman like you will not be able to hide without clothes on."

Achlys paused in his tracks as he approached the window he had broken into the night before. Realising that he was about to do exactly that. A flush was spreading up his cheeks. He did not say anything when he got his clothing and left the house.

The fresh air entered his lungs. The sensation of the light on his fur. It was a weird sensation. Something he could not fully grasp. One thing was certain, however. This marked a new chapter in his life.

And his story had only begun.