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My eyes glanced over to the clock on my nightstand, just like they did five minutes ago, and the five before that. With just a few minutes remaining, I put away my books and just sat there thinking about everything. This thing - the cheating, I guess - was going to hurt someone and things were already going bad for me. The excuse I gave my mom had a glaring hole in it, one that Destiny could rip right open, and if Destiny knew I was lying, she'd start snooping around my things and on my phone like she always did. Even worse, Mom could force me to stay here. The red clock numbers flickered and it was 7:45 pm.

Opening my door, I peered down the dark hall. The flashing light of the television lit the front door. There was no way to avoid this. I slipped on the black sneakers next to my desk and shuffled down the hall, passing my family in the living room. My mother turned and noticed me from the couch. "Are you leaving, now?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, be safe. Got your phone?"

"Yeah, ma."

"Where you going?" Destiny asked.

"The school." I grabbed my coat off the rack, throwing it on. "It's club day and you know how colleges are."

"You should've left earlier -- I think it ends at like 8:15."

It ended at eight, exactly. "Well, I'm hoping to catch someone still there. Get forms or whatever."

"Why don't you just ask Brock to get you into a club?"

"That's a great idea, honey. Why don't you ask Brock to get you on a sports team?"

"Because he's annoying." I twisted the gold knob and yanked open the front door. "I have to get going." Shutting the door behind me, I buried my hands in my pockets and started walking.

This felt dirty.

At 8:25, I stood in front of my old home on Price lane. It had an okay school district and little crime - for awhile anyways. Eventually, we moved to our house on Amherst, and I guess it was good we got out. The houses hadn't aged gracefully, cracks across their painted faces, their front porches sagged heavily, and the bones of metal toys filled the yards. The park at the end of the street was the only thing still looking nice, if a bit overgrown. I crossed my arms, standing under the only working street light on my side, and waited.

It was 8:35, now.

I heard the rhythmic drumming in the distance, the guitar cutting in. Brock had told me the song's name but I still called it the 'Vietnam War Helicopter Song' because it pissed him off. The music paused, then switched to another band, AC/DC. That was Brock's favorite, and I knew not to make fun of that one.

A few seconds later, the Charger shot through a four-way stop, tires squealing as it turned. Its square-face stopped next to me, growling a few times, and the AC/DC cut off. I couldn't see him through the tinted passenger window, but I knew he was smiling like I should be impressed. Grasping the handle, I heard the metallic thud of the spring. The door opened and I climbed up into the leather seat. "What's up?"

"Standing out here in a bad neighborhood, waiting for your ass."

The Charger took off towards the park, jerking slightly as we crossed over into the parking lot. Brock pulled into a spot behind two trees and far from the road.

"I want to talk about my sister, Brock."

Brock leaned in, kissing me. Good counterargument, Brock.

"Backseat?"

Why the hell not...?

Both car doors opened and thudded at about the same time, and in the moonlight, he smiled at me. We crawled into the dimly lit seats, black leather like the front. Not wasting any time, his paw grasped the waistline of my jeans, pulling us closer. "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"

"I figured you'd like that." I unbuttoned my pants, revealing the smooth scales underneath. He kissed me, reaching in between my legs and stroking my cock slit. At the same time, his canines bit down on my neck. The light above us clicked off, and then I focused the sensations; the soft fur prickling the scales between my thighs; those ivory teeth sliding along my scales.

"I was thinking we could try something special." I could feel the hot breath from his lips rolling over my neck.

"Like what?"

"Well, I was thinking you'd let me take a more 'Alpha' role... It won't be like before."

"You mean I get to be awake for it?"

"I mean you can say 'Stop!' and I will, smart ass."

I ran my claw along his chest, "Okay..."

"Good." He grasped the open crotch of my jeans, yanking them down and off my smooth legs. Then, he helped himself to my shirt before sliding back to the door and putting his hand on the arm rest. I could see his eyes shining in the dim light looking over every inch of me until they locked with my eyes. "Get over here." He growled.

I slid across the leather coming thigh to thigh, watching, waiting for his next order.

"Get on your knees, bitch, and take off my pants."

The way Brock growled at me made my whole body hot with need. I guess he wasn't the only one with a kink. I slid to the floor, unbuttoning them, grasping and yanking them down over his knees and to his ankles. He kicked the pants to the side. His musky scent hooked my nostrils causing me to lean in. His massive paw landed on my snout, clamping down and stopping me.

Brock teased me by running his other paw from his knee, along his inner knee, and over his cock. Loaded with his scent, he pressed it against my nostrils and I snorted his scent from his paw...

"You do _only_what I tell you, slut. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Now, start working for it."

Burying my nose between his thighs and under his balls, I licked his taint until the seat underneath was soaked.

"Gonna have to do better than that..."

Sliding my hand into where I had been licking, my middle claw carefully stroked his taint. My lips moved to his balls, sucking the skin around them. His chest rumbled in pleasure as he watched me worship him.

"Suck on both of them."

I filled my mouth with his sack and from my lower position, I could see his cock pushing out in inches, the pale pink tip already dripping. I wanted to suck it, roll my tongue over and around it. Please, Brock!

He guided it forward, letting precum drip on my nose. "You can't keep your eyes off it, can you? Go ahead, suck it." My lips jumped from his balls to his tip; he groaned in shock as I worked him, rolling my head and bobbing on his shaft. I cupped my other palm around his sack and stroked the wet skin with my thumb. His hand came down on my head, shoving me down into his crotch, into the mess of pubic fur and sweat, and I gagged a little. His half-lidded eyes met mine and I felt a warm pleasure in my body, sending chills across my skin.

He pulled me off with trails of spit between my lips and his cock. "Get that ass up here." I crawled up beside him and he reached under the driver's seat, pulling out the lube.

"I can't wait to be your bitch." I said as he popped the top.

His dominant persona broke a little, and he smiled. "Just turn around."

I grabbed the arm rest of the passenger-side door, and leaned forward, my back arching and my tail curving back to hook under my neck. My heart thudded, anticipating a thick digit as Brock shifted in the seat towards me; instead, one paw grasped my thigh, the other grabbing a handful of my ass. Brock had so much of me in his palm that every squeeze exposed my puckering hole to the air. "So many things I've wanted to do to your bubble butt..."

Two pointed canines clamped down, sliding over my exposed scales. My body tingled and shivered. "Oh Brock," My words were so breathless they came out as a whisper.

"Beg for it." His groping hand pulled on my cheek as he delivered a bite into it, a little harder.

"I want you balls deep in me!"

"That's a command... I said to beg."

Another teasing bite, verging on pain.

"I'm yours. I'll do anything you want! Please!"

Brock growled and his masculine scent was stronger than before, feeding into my nose and mouth. "Threesomes?"

"Yes." A heavy, wetness crawled along my crack, right on the cleft of a cheek and dangerously close to my hole.

"Bondage?"

"Yes!" Another lick along the other cheek.

Brock leaned back, reaching under the driver seat and produced a black leather collar. My eyes went wide and my heart fluttered at the thought of being collared. Brock slapped my side with it, hard enough that it hurt, and I cried out in ecstasy.

"Shit... Remember all those times you called me an asshole?"

"Yeah?"

Brock lashed my cheek; the pain made me shake but the throbbing pleasure more than made up for it. "Understand you are mine. I am your Alpha, your god. Say it."

"Don't you think you're--"

He cracked the leather across my ass, again. "Say it!"

"You're my Alpha and," I moaned at another light swat, "you're my god."

"Yeah... I am." God damn it, how can anyone be that confident?

Brock slapped my side: "Sit up." And I did. I felt the leather slide over my neck, tightening. "Now go back to the door."

I grabbed the door raising my ass up, again. The tag on the collar rattled. "What's it say?"

"Bitch." He slapped my rear and took a bite of my exposed ass. Then, he licked me. Not across a cleft or my cheeks but up my crack, closer to...

"Oh, god. This is..." It was weird but each time felt like an electric shock. He started lapping faster, slurping and snorting wetly between my cheeks. One hand moved from holding my hips, I heard the pop of the lube cap. The oily liquid was poured across my hole, and he fingered me, pushing it inside.

The finger withdrew with a final, wet pop and the car shook. Glancing behind, I saw him, knees on the seat and facing me, and he patted the spot in front of him. "Get on your back, I'm gonna fuck you face to face."

"I suppose you're going to get all sappy, now?"

"Yeah... no. I just wanna show you how a real man fucks."

I laid back on the seat, my legs spread, and in between them, I could see Brock. He climbed over and on top of me, straddling my tail and grasping my lower back to line up his massive cock. I felt the tip poke my hole, going in just enough to make sure he wouldn't slip out, then he leaned forward.

I started panting. Even though I was loose, it felt like he was bigger than before.

"Wrap your legs around me," He slapped my side, and I wrapped my thighs around his waist, twisting my feet into one another on his backside. His arms came down over to the left and right of my head, and then down to their elbows. I was laying there face to face with Brock.

He kissed me as he started humping my hole, banging my prostate. Both my hands pressed lightly against his pecs, the soft fur ticking my claws. He broke the kiss with a chuckle.

The whole car shook as he bucked into me and I squeezed around him. Eventually, we found a rhythm. I'd squeeze and he'd thrust through my defenses, filling me, but I got to see the pleasure in his eyes as my insides caressed him.

He was my mate. At some point that thought slipped into my mind and I wanted nothing more than for that to be true. Placing my arms around his chest got his attention through the lust filled haze and I pulled him closer. The new angle made him go so deep my tail curled up until it touched his stub.

"You feel so fucking good!"

His knot smashed against my hole, pulling back and ramming it, again. It got a little deeper each time.

"Brock." My cock was leaking across my stomach and abs. The pleasure hit in waves, rolling over my senses. Almost like... my spine arched and my head rolled from side to side as my senses flooded with an orgasm; I couldn't even keep my eyes open and my breath came out in short gasps.

Brock roared as he slammed his knot in, breaking my defenses and tying us. It swelled at least double its size right against my prostate.

His blue eyes looked into mine and he stroked my face before dropping down into a long kiss. I was still riding out my orgasm as I played with his tongue in my maw. He chuckled as he laid across me, his heart beating next to mine.

That was it. This was the end. This.. wonderful, horrible, hectic thing between us was coming to an end. I hugged him, nuzzling his furry neck. "I- I don't want this to end, Brock." I said. "End it with my sister. We'll figure everything--"

"I can't..." His arms flexed around me, lifting him up above me. "I have five scholarships to some of the best colleges. Do you think they'll take a gay athlete? I'll lose that and you'll go to some fancy college and you'll get sick of being with an idiot at a dead-end job. Besides, you might not even like me."

"Brock..." I held his maw in my claws, keeping his eyes level with mine. What I was about to say... I needed to make sure I meant it.

He watched my lips, waiting, and maybe he needed to hear it, too.

"I love you." I swore it was like the whole world just shattered. I was happy and vulnerable and sad and scared, it would crush me if--

"God damn it. I- are you sure?" His eyes seemed to waiver between running and staying.

"It's fine." I said, swallowing the heartache. "We'll take a step back and get to know each other."

He looked over me. "Fine, we'll try this. But I'm not leaving until you fuck me."

My maw dropped open.

"Yeah, yeah." Brock grunted as he popped out his knot. "This is a two way street. You do me. I do you."

"You sure?"

"I'm serious about this becoming something. I wanted to show you how serious I am." He fished the lube off the floor and picked up his cell phone. "One second," he said typing on it. "Actually, you wanna do the honors?" He tossed me the lube, then dropped his cellphone on the floor.

Holy shit. He was going to do anal. I forgot about the rejection when he turned around and I saw his perfect ass, complete with a virgin pink hole.

"Are you sure?" I said, opening the lube and pouring it on my claw.

He paused, inhaling slowly."I- I think I love you and we'll try this 'friends' thing. But right now, I want you to cum in my tail hole."

I opened my mouth. "Are--"

"Ask me if I'm sure - I dare you."

I blushed, spreading the oily lube between my fingers, and reached towards him. The fur pricked my fingers. I felt the warmth and the pulsing under my oiled finger tips and I circled them over it, smoothing the ripples of pink skin. He was gasping in pleasure, and I pressed a little harder against it each time he did.

His tail ring was slowly giving away to me. Then, I thought about the pleasure he gave me with his tongue and I grabbed his thighs.

"What are you--"

I blew air over his glistening tail star and he knew. What would it feel like, taste like? There were so many question as my lips pressed against his hole.

"Jason, man. That feels so fucking good."

I gave him a lick. Strawberry. Whatever taste there was, the flavored lube overpowered it and I started licking him wildly. It was my favorite flavor and the fact he knew didn't bother me in the slightest as I tongued his hole, wet spit dripping down on the seats.

"Okay..." He huffed, rolling over on his back and letting his bent knees fall to the sides. "Get yourself ready."

I reached down to my cock. Free from the slit, it was no where near as long but maybe a bit thicker than Brock's, same color but no veins under the skin, but the unique feature was the long row of nubs that faced towards my crotch... and I thought about how they were going to hit Brock's prostate just right.

I smiled.

Lubed up and ready, I climbed over him and lined up; the triangle shaped tip brushed against the wrinkled surface.

I let out a low hiss as I leaned in, feeling his hole clamping shut. He looked at me nervously. "Brock, you have to relax. I took your dick and I'm fairly certain it rearranged some internal organs -- I think you can take mine."

"Whatever. Just do it."

The tension left his ring and I started to lean into him.

He gasped as he spread and once the first nub went in, any resistance melted away. "Oh, fuck. What is that?"

"Prostate." I bucked my hips shoving another nub in and over it. "See isn't it better to relax, Alpha."

Brock's chest rumbled in response, but he said nothing as he accepted all seven nubs. He felt so warm inside I wanted to shoot then and there, but I clenched my teeth and pulled out to my tip.

This time, as I fell forward, I came down on my arms like Brock had, but I was no where near his maw; instead, I found his nipples. I bit and sucked as I fucked him. That got him moaning and squeezing around me. His cock started pushing out to its full length, again.

His phone buzzed.

He was ready for it. I pushed myself hard, panting and gasping as I fucked him. His balls drew close and he started to moan, his ass clenching and releasing around my length. I wanted him to cum like I did, to feel that amazing wave of pleasure..

"Oh-shit-oh-fuck," Brock's abs clenched as his cock started jerking.

"Brock!" I cried, pushing every last inch inside him. Despite all the cumming, I had just enough to squirt into his ass and wet his cheeks like mine.

I crawled up onto his chest, and it was easy for him to roll us both on our sides. His bigger body was against the seat holding me from falling. My maw came to rest against his neck. Between us, I could feel his heart beating, his slow breathing rolling over my head. Being here felt safe...

His phone vibrated against the floor mat at least five times.

In front of me, I heard Brock groan and he started to get up. "Stay just a little longer."

"Okay."

His phone vibrated another six times, and I moved for him to get up. He pulled out a few napkins from underneath the driver seat and tossing them to me.

"The mystery of the cafeteria's napkin shortage has been solved." My tail dipped between the seats, fishing for my jeans and shirt.

"I don't do it that much. So, you sure you don't want to keep having sex?"

I nodded, wiping the cum off my scales. "Not while you're with my sister. We'll get to know each other, decide if we want this, and if we do, you break up with my sister."

"That'll be difficult."

"For the both of us. Now, help me with this collar."

Somewhat cleaned up, we both slipped on our clothes and got back into the front seats. "I'm going to get a ride from you, right?"

"Only until the corner of our street. Destiny will run over as soon as I get home." He held up his phone. "Her texts."

"I don't know how you can stand that."

"Naw, it's not that bad. She kinda just hovers around me and does stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Someone's jealous."

"Yeah, whatever. But how do you think she'll react to us being 'close' friends?"

"Who cares...?"

The Charger's engine turned over. Brock shifted it into reverse and then we took off out of the park and down the empty street. The whole car smelled of Brock, Strawberries and sex. My three favorite things...