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Mutual Comforting

"His name is David. That's all I know about him."

Lucia rolled her eyes when Soren's skepticism oozed through the phone. It slithered into her brain, triggering a shudder of doubt.

"David. Some fancy guy you met at the supermarket."

"Bumped into each other, actually," Lucia corrected.

"Aha, bumped. What sort of bump? The innocent one, or the 'sorry I'm so clumsy, I totally didn't do this on purpose' kind of bump?"

"Dude, you're looking way too much into it. The first one, and it's me who is the clumsy one in this case," Lucia said, not bothering to hide her irritated tone. "It wasn't even physical, now that I think of it. We just passed by each other on the cereal aisle and he winked at me."

"Winked at you. That's what it takes to make you fall for a guy? A wink? I don't even know..." Soren's incredulous voice made her thump her hoof on the floor while she waited for him to finish his nonsensical phrase. It took the better part of a minute for his breath to leave him and blissful silence to settle in.

"Dude, it's just a freaking date, and you go all crazy on me."

"Crazy? Remind me where you are again. The freaking LaRoche restaurant! Look around and tell me that there is at least one person who doesn't look like a drug dealer to you."

"All of them? Just because you can't afford it doesn't make this place a haven for criminal activity."

"Pah, you're hopeless. At least you'll head over tonight, we'll watch a movie while you rest your head upon my shoulder and rant into my ear with that very soothing voice of yours."

"Thanks, but I'd rather get laid," Lucia said.

"With David from the supermarket who winks at random females."

"Soren, you're the hopeless one of us two. You know I love you, but it's time you fuck off."

She heard his infuriating chuckle moments before she ended the call and settled back into her chair. After she took a deep breath, Lucia looked around.

Soren had it right. This WAS crazy! Only the cream of the city dined at LaRoche, everybody wearing fashionable outfits and eating with slow, methodical movements, like genuine aristocrats. She felt so out of place, with her frilled lavender dress, cheap dark leather purse that began to flake on the sides, and silver necklace. Silver didn't belong in LaRoche. Everybody wore golden jewelry.

The tables sprawling throughout the lavish restaurant were clad in pristine white silk, the dinnerware neatly arranged, featuring some weird spoons and forks that Lucia had never seen in her life.

She began rapping her fingers upon the armrests of her chair, the leathery cushions softening the drumming motion of her finger tips.

David, David, David. Who the fuck was this guy, exactly?

Lucia bit her lip at the memory of him, shrugging it off. One glance, one wink, one invitation to dinner was enough to get her wet the previous day. Plus, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy, with a charming, baritone voice and gentle brown eyes.

The phone buzzed on the table, and Lucia grabbed it.

A message.

Soren. AGAIN!

"Teasing aside, do be cautious around him. Some males are so desperate for the crack they resort to dating you. Sorry, this is the last time. Promise. I just want you to be careful Lucia, and if you're right and I'm wrong, then please film your encounter so that I have some five star fapping material. Went thrice through my library already."

"Gross fuck," Lucia muttered to herself after reading his SMS. Soren, her best friend, showed his concern for her in the most awkward and retarded of ways. She simply shrugged, hiding her smile with a hand while pushing two locks of golden hair from her left eye.

He fapped too much and fucked too little. Not his fault his luck sucked, the poor puppy.

As if your luck is any better, Lucia thought, then drank half a glass of water to wash it off. Her luck was perfectly fine. David would prove it to her.

A waving figure caught her attention from the opposite end of the room. A bull.

Her bull!

Lucia waved him offer, presenting an inviting grin while running her hands over her dress to smooth out any unnecessary wrinkles. She adjusted her cleavage to show off her round, perky breasts. Not too much to come across as a slut, yet enough to give him a hearty glimpse of the brown splotched hills to capture David's eyes.

"Sorry I'm late my dear. The traffic. It's infernal."

He grabbed Lucia's hand to kiss it, drawing a muffled gasp from her in the process.

"Didn't you order yet?"

"Nope, wanted to wait for you."

"That's lovely of you, but quite unnecessary." He settled into his chair, one hundred kilograms of pure muscle concealed by a navy blue suit, checkered shirt and a tie of rippling colors to match it. His burly hand fell on the table, the golden watch producing a heavy thud when it came into contact with the hard wood underneath the table cloth.

"Where are those waiters?"

"One of them is right on your left."

David whirled around on his chair with blinding speed. "Garçon! Over here!" He thrust his index finger downwards to point at the table, then turned to face Lucia.

"I must say, you look stunning today. Gorgeous dress, and a most exquisite choice of color. Brings out your dark eyes in the most amazing of ways."

"Thank you," Lucia said plainly, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to fully conceal the tremor within her voice. It was really happening! A date with a well mannered, handsome bull who even kissed her hand!

That patch of fur still tingled from the brief contact with his lips, and she chanced a few glances at his smooth, pristine horns expanding outwards, towards the sides, only to curve forward at just the right angle. Her fleeting glance met him imposing dark brown eyes, his short, smooth, neatly groomed mane. He took care of himself; that much was obvious, and neat males had the habit of messing with Lucia's mind.

"That guy's so slooow. Come on man, we're starving here. Garçon, I've hardly got all day!" David snapped his fingers for emphasis, then grabbed the menu to leaf through it and throw Lucia the occasional glance.

"Nice earrings too," David observed. "What are those, dolphins?"

"Sea mammals are a longtime passion of mine."

"Oh, interesting. I just call them fish. I'm ignorant in my ways and am not afraid to admit it."

"Well, there are a few key difference between a shark and a dolphin, for instance."

"I'm sure there are..." David said absently, turning page after page after page.

Lucia shifted on her chair ever so subtle, gulping down emptiness when her nethers tingled with ominous intent.

Fuck. So soon? Barely a minute had passed, and a droplet of arousal already slithered past her folds, the warm wetness both disturbing and uncomfortable to a cow who had to appear secure with her sexual life in order to appeal to somebody of David's status.

David's fur was pitch black, the white of his shirt contrasting with his strong yet somewhat lean body. He wasn't built like a tank, and that added more to his charm. Lucia found herself appreciating his moderately thick shoulder, the softer jaw line that blended with his neck, his big broad hands that gripped the menu to bring it closer to his face.

If only they grabbed something else other than lifeless paper...

"So sorry to have kept you waiting," the corgi waiter said, bringing out his tablet, ready to write down their order.

"Well, you'll wait some more. Haven't thought of what I want yet, other than your best red wine."

"What sort of wine would the kind sir prefer?"

"The best," David responded.

"There are several types of wine, each with their own particular--"

"The best, unless you want me to grab a cup of coffee and leave you no tip."

"Of course," the corgi rushed his words, his poise shaken by David's resolute words.

Lucia raised her hand tentatively to grab his attention, and the corgi immediately sought solace into her warmer eyes.

"I'll have a--"

"She drinks with me. Isn't that so, dear one?" David interrupted.

Lucia nodded, her voice hitching in her throat for a moment. "S--sure, that works. Do bring me some sparkling water please."

"You heard the lady, garçon. Our first course is going to be the Ukrainean Borsch, and for the second one we'll have the hunter's soufflé. You'll love that one, Lucia."

A soufflé? Wasn't that some sort of big ass muffin?

"Excuse me, but I'd like to know what this soufflé is about."

"Yes, we're done here," David said when the waiter opened his mouth to voice his explanation to Lucia. David waved him off persistently, until he nodded in acknowledgment and rushed to bring them the wine.

"Trust me on this. Don't spoil the surprise. I know what you're thinking, but that second course is going to blow your mind."

"Alrighty, if you say so."

David favored her a smile. "The borsch is also going to enthrall your senses. Have you ever tasted the eastern european cuisine?"

"Not really, no."

"Well, I'm feeling a little european today. Next time, it will be your call."

"Mexican." The words escaped Lucia's mouth faster than she could stop them. Blessedly, they only served to flare David's mirth, his melodious laughter music to her ears.

"Never took you for that type. They make it really spicy here. Not that junk you eat from taco bell or whatever."

"Even better. My body and soul are ready."

The waiter arrived with the wine, a bottle with gold inlay that filled Lucia's nose with the most potent and enthralling of scents once the corgi uncorked it. It smelled rich, strong, and much too expensive. Even watching it swirl into her glass made her stomach knot due to nerves.

"Okay, leave, you had your moment, but I'd just like to be with my girlfriend now."

Lucia almost choked. Girlfriend?!

Warm shivers engulfed her, to the point where she had to arrange her locks in a fake manner if only to keep her desperate smile from turning into a creepy grin.

"Here." David handed her a glass, filled halfway. "To whatever else you're thinking right now."

To fuck him silly, until he bursts so hard into her his cum would bring her a second orgasm.

He clinked glasses with her, the sound snapping Lucia to her senses.

"You don't have to be that obvious, you know." David took a swig, masking his wince in quite the convincing manner. "Ah, this is life, and we're the privileged few who are awake and alive."

Lucia tried a sip herself, but the raw taste of alcohol singed her taste buds and its molten touch slithered down her throat, making her grimace. Much too strong!

"No no, don't dilute it," David said, grabbing the bottle of sparkling water and placing her to his half of the table, out of her reach. "Give it a chance. This is the finest wine you have ever tasted. It's only natural you aren't accustomed to it."

It didn't even taste like wine. More like vodka, but whatever. Lucia took another gulp, the second one making her untested stomach lurch.

"Look around you, Lucia," David beckoned, circling the room with his glass. "What do you see?"

"People?"

"I see corpses, zombies, the undead, following the same algorithm since the dawn of the century. They don't live; all they do is executing the little commands they've been programmed to follow until the day they die."

"That's quite an interesting view."

David tilted his head to the left, then shrugged. "It's the only view. Do you know what I do for a living?"

"Smuggling drugs?" Lucia joked, but the bull's features hardened, his eyes narrowing to form a somewhat threatening frown. "I'm sorry, terrible joke. Please tell me."

"I work in telecommunications. Now, I'm not allowed to talk bad about my company, but all I can say is that I'm the only one who snapped his eyes open to the reality of it."

"And what reality is this?"

"That we conjured a world of deceit where truth took a back seat. Hell, there is no such thing as truth anymore. Everybody has their version of it, and think you're joking if their truth doesn't match your truth." He paused to point with his glass of wine at her.

"Entertain me for a moment. Would you ever tell your boss the bitter truth?"

Lucia shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Because she would fire my fat arse?"

David chuckled, the sound of his mirth seeping into Lucia's bones, warming her like nothing else ever did.

"Precisely. That's a great example. We have gotten to a point where manners equal lies. The more convincing the lies, the better the employee. Hey, do you even know how brain-dead our customers are?"

Lucia sought solace into her drink at that remark. It sounded too snide, even though David only said that to get his point across.

"Give them a few gimmicks, and they buy your overpriced shit. If something doesn't sell, inflate its price, put it on sale at the regular price, and everybody and their mother rushes to buy it. Why? Because it's on sale!"

He finished his drink faster than Lucia could blink and poured himself a full cup. Once his glass turned the deepest shade of red from the wine swirling within, he pointed the bottle at Lucia. She instinctively pushed her glass forward, gulping down emptiness when he filled hers to the brim as well.

"To your health, fat arse," he said with a wink as they clinked glasses.

"To your rock-hard abs," Lucia said, but David released a chortle.

"That's a lie."

"No, I mean it," Lucia defended herself, her cheeks flushing from the implication of her words.

"You mean what? You haven't seen me naked; you just threw some random remark to caress my already inflated pride and earn my favor."

"If you want to take it like this..."

"I don't, Lucia." David reached to grab her hand, his thumb fondling her wrist. "I singled you out because you seem to be a woman who awoke, just like I did."

Lucia nodded, but David's grip hardened. "There are ignorant people walking all around us. They call you fat, sow, cow, but do you care? No! You're a buxom lady and you love it."

She licked her lips, unnerved by the intensity of David's gaze. "Yes, you're right."

"I know!" he half said, half shouted. Several people turned their gaze towards them, sending cold ripples down Lucia's spine. "Fuck them. You shouldn't care about them."

David pulled her, hard enough for her chair to slide across the marbled floor and for her girth to hit the blunt edge of the table.

"Look at me, Lucia. I'm the only one who understands you, the only one who sees you for the beautiful thing that you are."

"David, can you please--please let go of my hand."

"Sorry." As soon as he let go, the bull drained half of his glass in a single gulp, smashing it on the table hard enough for the spoons and forks to rattle. "It's not often that I meet somebody like you, who I can be myself around."

His version of being himself chilled Lucia. She crossed her feet, chugging gulp after gulp of wine to still her nerves and stifle her faint tremors.

"So let me tell you about work. I fucked my way through jobs. I'm the best liar you've ever met and I know exactly what to tell women to make them wet themselves. I don't give a shit about their problems, yet I listen. I find some of them hideous, but still whisper loving words into their ear while my fingers sink into their loose cunts."

He paused to laugh and tap his glass with the tip of a finger in amusement. "Oh, Lucia, if only you knew how insecure those bitches are. That's an advantage I always exploit, and the way they wail in pleasure, mmmm," he licked his lips for emphasis, "best sound ever."

Such crude language. Was this really David? His eyes shone with an eerie glimmer, and his nostrils flared ever so often, making Lucia feel suddenly self-conscious.

Fuck. She was wet like sin down there, and a bull like him had the easiest time picking it up.

Luckily, David had eyes only for her, and his nose sank into his glass too often to smell anything else but the pungent scent of wine.

"Ey ey ey, Garcon, bring us two other bottles of the same stuff," he said to a passing waiter, a tall doberman who nodded and scurried off to do his bidding.

Two more?

"Drink up. We're equals at this table, Lucia. That means you keep up with me."

She brought the glass to her mouth take a sip, but David grabbed its bottom and tilted it forward, forcing her to down it as if it was water.

"Yes. That's it. Live the moment, dear cow. I don't give a flying fuck about manners at this table. Eat and drink your fill."

A grimace plastered upon Lucia's face, her throat stinging, the powerful taste lingering upon her tongue, taunting her to throw up.

"Good wine, good wine. I want you to enjoy yourself, Lucia, to think of this amazing opportunity bestowed upon us. Screw money. Money is just a digital number or a piece of paper."

"Hah, I wish I shared your optimism," she said, the alcohol unraveling her tongue. "My current job is not exactly--"

"Fuck your job. I don't give a shit about your job, and neither should you," David said, his voice smooth, his tone low and calculated. "We're not here to talk about jobs. We're here because fate has bigger plans for us."

Lucia threw him a cocky glare. "Dude, you just told me that you fucked your way to some fancy ass managerial position of sorts."

"Yes, I'm a Chief Marketing Officer," he admitted with utter confidence. "And yes, I fucked my way through the ranks. Fucked," he emphasized with a bitter tone ."I didn't make love to those desperate cunts. All I did was finger them, eat them out, thrust, cum, leave them squirming, drenched in a pool of sexual juices. They liked it, I liked it, and I became their best friend overnight, the one who subtly learned all manner of tales and corporate secrets."

"Disgusting," Lucia said, covering her mouth a second too late. The harm had already been done, and David's eyes bulged in their socket for a split moment. His jaws hardened, his hands balled into fists...

He sighed, shook his head, took a sip of wine. "You're bad at this game, Lucia. No wonder your job is shitty. You let the lifeless snuff out the life from you. Let people like me fuck your cunt raw just because we can."

"Oy, mate, ain't nobody who focked me without me consent, aye?" Lucia said, slamming her hands on the table. "I've only focked once, and focking german shepherd tore his knot out because he fockin' panicked. Poor bastard didn't even know what a knot is."

By the time she finished, Lucia panted. Her head felt heavy, a storm of thoughts and emotions swirling within. To make it worse, the alcohol addled her senses, flared her temper, worked her up enough for David to burst out laughing.

Everybody in the restaurant whirled in their seats to watch him--to watch her.

Lucia sank within her chair like a crumpled paper, slouching against the backrest, fondling her glass, trying her hardest to remain inconspicuous.

Hard to do that, with David pounding the table with a fist.

"That's--ghahaha--fucking precious. So you're a virgin."

"Nope. Pretty sure he popped my cherry."

"Nah. Dude fucked up. He didn't make love to you, like I plan to do."

Her muscles stiffened at the sound of it, and David noticed it. Before he managed to say something, the corgi waiter returned with the wine.

"Sir, can you please keep it down?"

"Would you keep down my seed if I filled your insolent muzzle to the brim?" David's thunderous voice dwarfed the corgi's squeaky tone. The puppy glanced around, his lips trembling, his whiskers twitching, his eyes sinking to the floor.

"Thank you. We have it from here."

The corgi nodded his thanks to Lucia. The same couldn't be said for David, who threw her the occasional glance while uncorking a bottle.

"You spoke for me. Never do that again."

"Come on. He's just a pup. The thing you said to him felt--"

Lucia's words faded into the sharp whimper that burst from her mouth when David slammed his hand upon hers.

"Appropriate." He scoffed, his grip lessening as his thumb began to slide across the white fur of her knuckles. "Do not fucking question me, Lucia. I know how to treat people. I know my way around life. I don't need you to hold my hand. One fatass mother is enough. I've no need of a second one."

"I'm sorry." She lowered her gaze, unable to hold David's. "It's the wine. I seldom drink this much."

"Well, the borsch isn't here, so all that's left for us is to do the very thing you mentioned."

Lucia masked her grimace with a well practiced smile. This wasn't a date; it was torture, and David insisted on pouring her drink after drink after drink. When the borsch finally arrived, Lucia's stomach churned at the sight of the reddish sludge or whatever the fuck it was.

She pushed it to the side to reach for the sparkling water.

David casually pushed it out of the way. "Shouldn't you be eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

"The hell you aren't. Look at those plump arms and thick neck!" He chuckled in derision. "You didn't get fat by simply staring at food, did you now?"

A pit formed within Lucia's stomach. She fought to reign in her insults, convinced that David simply sought to taunt her with his bullshit comments. Truthful, he called them.

"I didn't take you for the crudely edged sort," she said, keeping her voice placid.

"Good. I struck a chord. Now be a good girlfriend and tuck into it. Dining alone is a dull affair." He tore a bun in half, grabbed a bite, and slurped the thick soup from the edge of his spoon in quite the audible and disgusting of fashions.

Lucia rolled her eyes, gripping the armrests hard to keep herself sat at the same table with this...this... whatever the fuck he was.

"Eat, Lucia. I'm paying. For fuck's sake, don't just stare at it. It isn't fucking poisoned or anything!"

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat," he hissed.

"No!"

David's jaw trembled with pent-up anger. "You don't eat, you don't drink, you obviously don't fuck. Tell me, Lucia," he said sweetly before his eyes bulged in their sockets and his fist slammed on the table. "Why the hell did you accept my dinner invite when you can't fucking keep up?"

He yelled. He freaking yelled, the god damn freak!

Something snapped within Lucia, tearing aside reason and everything else that kept her temper in check. "Fuck you."

David simply shrugged as she pushed her chair back, grabbed her purse and stepped away from the table.

"You wish. All that a fat cunt like you can do is finger herself. Go home. Be one of the lifeless. Tried to teach you something, but you don't eat, don't drink, don't even listen to what I have to say."

He kept ranting to himself while Lucia stormed out of the restaurant, her heart pounding, her head spinning. The corgi waiter stepped in to help when she wobbled to the side, but Lucia thrust her arm to the side.

"I'm fine. I deal with assholes like that one all the time."

No she wasn't. The way David spoke with such fervor...even the thought of it sent tingles crawling under her skin.

Once she was out on the streets, Lucia took in a deep breath to keep her emotions from running rampant, got her phone out, and dialed Soren.

"Whoop whoop, lemme guess, tonight's booked--"

"Shut the fuck up and--"

"Tell me the street. Better yet. Go inside a coffee shop and order something. Choose a table way in the back, in case the bastard goes searching for you. I'm coming."

"Soren, the last thing I want is to..."

Silence.

A drawn-out sigh fled Lucia, sudden relief filling her body. She couldn't help but grin, straighten her shoulders and walk inside the nearest Starbucks. After ordering a tall mocha, she sought refuge into a seat concealed by a group of writers sitting to the side, arguing about story plots and other nonsense.

Soren. No matter how shitty a day or date went, that bloody wolf sure knew how to handle a lady.

As if on cue, her phone rang.

"Have you done what I said?" he sounded dead serious, like he always did after one of her failed dates.

"Yeah. Can't you hear?" She turned her phone towards the bantering teens to give Soren his confirmation. "A far shot from LaRoche, don't you think?"

"Good. I'm in the cab, hugging a box of chocolates. Give me your address."

Lucia did, smiling from ear to ear. "It's the Starbucks right next to the--you know, the..." her tongue tangled within her mouth, and her mind didn't fare any better.

"I know. Just stay put."

Soren ended the call, allowing Lucia to press her elbows against the table and lean her head into her palms. Blissful darkness engulfed her. Peaceful, serene, unlike David's eyes.

What a fucking maniac.

She shifted into her chair, rapping her nails on the table while sipping at her mocha idly. The conversation with David rolled through her mind, confirming Lucia's suspicions.

The guy was batshit crazy, completely off the rails. What sort of rich motherfucker considered themselves above society, above standards, above everyone else? He convinced himself that, no matter what, the world was a cunt splayed out before him, waiting to get fucked.

And it worked! That was the part that annoyed Lucia the most. Assholes like him actually managed to fuck their way up the ladder. Un-freaking-believable!

Her blood boiled. Her temples throbbed. The only thing that kept Lucia from getting up and going back into LaRoche to punch that asshole in the face was Soren.

He entered Starbucks, glancing around until he met her raised hand.

Then, he beckoned at her.

Lucia rolled her eyes. So much for Soren being a gentleman...

With every step she took towards him, Lucia found her smile broadening against her will at the sight of Soren's almost rough, unkempt features. His olive eyes scanned her with feigned concern, his hands tucked behind him, his posture straight and business-like.

He didn't even bother dressing up for the occasion. The lazy ass just tossed a dark leather jacket over his cream colored T-shirt and jumped into the nearest pair of beige trousers lying on the couch. Typical.

"Nice outfit."

"Hey, it was an emergency. If I was the one in need, I'd expect you to come in your pajamas for all I care."

"Psht, your laziness is infectious. Let's leave before you taint these hard-working folk."

She ruffled the mangy fur of his scruff, making Soren step to the side and narrow his eyebrows in suspicion. "That what's his face guy fucked you up better than I expected."

"Oh, David?" Lucia flicked her wrist dismissively. "I'll tell you about him in the cab."

Ever the gentleman, Soren pretended to keep the door for her, only to sneak inside at the very last moment.

"Slow. Fat. Why am I even around you?"

"Because you're the only one who still appreciates the beauty of a buxom female."

"Suuuure," Soren drawled. "You have a lovely voice, but that's all there is to you."

Lucia smirked and snuggled next to Soren, a hand upon his thigh. "Still trying to figure out what a compliment means. There are dictionaries on the internet, you know."

"Dude..."

he shifted his leg, but Lucia didn't falter.

"Dude," she replied. "I have to hold onto something during the ride."

"I'd offer you my dick, but it's unavailable for the time being."

"When is it ever?"

They both laughed. Soren stopped after a few seconds, but Lucia kept going, her mind still numb from the wine. For some reason, she loved the way Soren squirmed from her touch, the soft whimpers fleeing his muzzle as she guided her wrist over to his malehood.

Just before she made it, Soren shielded himself with the box of chocolates that he opened right away, revealing only a few remaining ones.

Lucia threw him a sideway glance. "Duude...."

"They're too freaking good, and it's not like I dined at the most expensive restaurant in the city!" He elbowed her arm to get his point across, but Lucia merely licked her lips and looked ahead.

"I didn't eat. He forced me to drink, just like he forced his crazy ass opinions upon me."

"I already ordered a pizza. Call it Soren intuition. Here." He snuck the keys to his apartment into her palm. "You'll go up and make yourself comfortable until it is pizza time. You know how it goes."

Why? Why did he always sound so dead serious all the time?

Lucia leaned against his shoulder, her head suddenly heavy.

For a scruffy grey wolf, Soren sure knew how to pick his cologne. Combined with his natural scent, the fragrance soothed Lucia's senses, undoing the knots within her muscles and allowing her to take in a deep, calming breath for the first time this evening.

"Why do I always end up with all the crazies?" she whispered.

"Because you're a stubborn cow."

She elbowed him, straight in the ribs, hard enough to elicit a yelp from Soren.

"Cows have feelings too, you know."

"And a freaking temper to match their blessedly curvy bodies," Soren drawled, his voice cutting off abruptly when Lucia's hand slid into his, her fingers slithering between the gaps of his bigger ones.

They shared a fleeting glance, both uncertain what to make of it. Lucia squeezed him tighter, feeling the tension building within him. Closeness had always made Soren uncomfortable. For a guy who showed Lucia his dick in multiple stages of arousal--more as taunt than anything else--he sure fidgeted a lot while holding hands with his best friend.

To add to his discomfort, Lucia spoke with her sweetest, smoothest of voices. "I wish I met a guy like you."

"Ah, I wish that too, Lucia."

She nudges his ribs with the tip of her elbow again. This time, he jumped in his seat, hitting the ceiling of the cab.

"Jesus Ch--you're completely and utterly drunk!"

"Nah, just tipsy."

When she retreated to the opposite side of the cab, away from him, Soren immediately pinned back his ears, the numerous licks across his muzzle hinting at his guilt. He would never admit it, but the wolf felt genuinely bad for pushing her away.

And Lucia loved, above all else, to make him simmer.

The cab slowed down, and the bulldog who drove turned around to confirm their arrival on Oak Street.

"I got it. Just go up. I'll return with the pizza."

"Careful Soren. Somebody might mistake you for a nice guy."

"Hrrr," he growled, waving her away.

Lucia giggled to herself as she climbed out of the cab, fondling the keys in search of the rusty one. She used that on the door to the apartment building.

Stale air wafted from inside, as expected from somebody who lived in the suburbs. Not like her neighborhood fared any better. Compared to it, Soren's was quite nice, and relatively close to the points of interest within the city too!

Of course, the elevator still made her heart lodge in her throat from the occasional lurches combined with the grinding sounds. Lucia literally jumped out of it, shaking her head.

"Single dude, one room apartment. Something doesn't compute."

She thrust the key into the socket, turned it, and entered Soren's apartment, a crammed, little thing that felt like home better than her own.

First things first, she wiped her hooves on some moist towels Soren tucked in the corner of the corridor for this very purpose. That done, she strolled into the living room, purse dangling from her arm. The dress suddenly felt heavy upon her, the purse cumbersome, her earrings unnecessary.

Soren's dormitory had her covered. Most of his closet boasted her things, the lazy fuck piling all of his clothes onto chairs, on the desk, even on the freaking floor. She kicked idly at a pair of jeans, decorated with a nice pair of underwear in the middle.

"Oh Soren..." she shrugged her shoulders, took out a comfortable white T-shirt and a pair of loose gray pants from the closet, and switched into them. The shirt, an XL size, fell down neatly upon her brown arms, covering her auburn fur up to the elbows, where the color gradually faded into a bleak white. Her belly boasted the same coloring, the upper portion of her round, perky breasts a faint brown, like the one decorating the base of her tail and thighs.

She dragged the custom made pants all the way up to her girth to cover the plump udder nestled between her thighs, just under her belly, moaning from the pleasant caress of the soft material upon them.

"Note to self. Need to tell Soren to buy me another pair of pants."

Just thinking of it made her teeth grind upon one another. Imagine walking into a shop and asking for a pair of cow pants. Yep, you would feel crappy to be in that position too.

At least Soren doesn't give a fuck about anyone and anything, she thought, tilting her head to pluck off her earrings. They ended up in the jewelry box on his desk, along with her watch, bracelets, silver necklace.

Without that tight dress to squeeze her plump chest, Lucia felt alive again, if a bit light headed. Her temples throbbed from David's pungent wine, heralding a nasty headache.

Instead of crashing into Soren's bed, Lucia went over to the couch, grabbed the first DVD she found--The Walking dead--and inserted it into the DVD player. She paused it at the beginning of season one--her favorite--and made herself comfortable on the couch, leaning on her side, head rested on top of an arm, thighs tight against one another.

Her current position reminded her of her wetness, located right behind her udder. She clenched her jaws as she dragged a hand across her belly, sneaking into her pants slowly. On the way to her sex, she fondled her udder, the tingles rushing through her building a moan within the back of her throat.

She loosened it when her fingertips rested upon her warm, puffy, drenched lips.

Fuck. She was hopelessly soaked.

And Soren would return any time now. The elevator already whirred into motion, forcing her to suckle her fingers clean of her tart juices and wipe herself on the back of her T-shirt to keep Soren from jumping to conclusions.

She went through ten different types of smiles, settling on a meek one when Soren waltzed into the apartment. Lucia smelled it as soon as he did, that savory aroma of...

"Fatass burger," she whispered to herself, rolling onto her rump right away.

"Double fatass with jalapeno and Mediterranean sauce, whatever the hell that is," Soren confirmed. "And, of course, the pizza."

He wove around the couch, placing the goodies onto Lucia's lap before walking into the bathroom. He left the door open while he peed, most typical of Soren, and whistled a mellow tune while he did it. From her current position, Lucia glimpsed his shaft against her will, yet she didn't turn around.

On the contrary, she raised an eyebrow at Soren's lean constitution, at the muscles outlined underneath his light gray belly and darker colored haunches. Under his flaccid member dangled his fuzzy pouch, heavy with his ripe spheres.

"Thought you stopped working out."

"Nah not really. Still going at it in the morning." He removed his clothes, tossed them into the laundry basket, and strolled into the living room, naked as sin.

"Well, it shows."

"You think?" He crossed his hands behind his head, switching from one provocative pose to another, making Lucia blink in surprise at his sudden burst of courage. "I've a date tonight. Which part do you think she'll want to touch the most?"

He slapped his ass for emphasis, then dragged his index finger through the furrows of his prominent six pack abs.

That explained it. Lucia rolled her eyes, let out a sigh, and turned back to the paper bag holding her hamburger, placed on top of the pizza box.

"Can I make myself comfortable and sit naked next to you? Won't that disturb you?" He teased.

"The hard-on you'd get begs to differ."

"Then I better shelter the monster."

"You better," Lucia said, a hint of laughter creeping into her voice. Different species, separate genders, and Soren was still the only male she felt comfortable around. He could have asked her to give him a hand-job jokingly, and Lucia would have gladly done that, if only to have the last laugh when he came prematurely.

Best friends were odd like that.

"Come on. Tuck in," Soren's voice came from his dormitory. "That is twenty bucks I've spent on your fatass."

"My ass will remain fat if I give into the temptation."

"I meant the burger. Christ, Lucia, you take yourself way too serious." She imagined him winking from the playful tone of his voice. "Don't forget about the pledge. The day of a failed date is filled with junk food, alcohol, Netflix marathons, some masturbation in between, whatever strikes your fancy."

She cracked up at that. It had been fifteen years since they first made the pledge! To respect tradition, she simply shook her head, got the burger out, unwrapped it, and took a bite of divine goodness.

It took all of her willpower to suppress a moan from the assault of that blissful taste. It rolled upon her tongue, tickled her taste buds in all the right ways, and the first gulp felt like swallowing heaven itself.

"Holy shit, don't orgasm on my couch."

Damn. She moaned, hadn't she?

Lucia gave him the finger, and he thrust his fingers into his scalp. "Fuck. You're right. The pledge. Okay, you can orgasm. Sorry for interrupting."

Lucia swallowed the second mouthful before turning her head to present him her look of utter disbelief. "Dude, you've made love to your paw for way too long. Your knowledge of female arousal? Zero."

"Thanks to you! Why don't we just have a go at it? I mean, aren't we both--nevermind."

Soren's gaze immediately fled upwards while Lucia spun on the couch. Silence ensued. For more than a minute, none of them uttered a peep.

I'm not good enough for him, Lucia thought, taking another bite from her burger. Fuck my fat arse. He deserves better than a prey.

Soren seemed equally conflicted, grabbing armfuls of clothes and carrying them to the laundry basket.

"Well, your evening is settled, so I'll go prepare for my date."

Food almost stuck in Lucia's throat. She swallowed hard, placed the pizza box on the side of the couch, and whirled around to face Soren's back.

What a coward. He couldn't even face her.

"Dude, you are focking shitting me. We have pizza and the Walking Dead. You haven't even seen the first season."

"It's on my watch list."

"Better make time for it now, Soren, because I'm not about to let a skinny slut ruin your evening."

Soren stopped in front of the bathroom door and turned around, arms wrapped around his torso in quite the defensive manner. "Shouldn't you like, root for me and shit? Give me a pep talk? Tell me how to sneak my paw under her skirt in an inconspicuous manner and give her the time of her life?"

"Sit down and we'll go through all of this."

He didn't fall for it. He entered the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower.

Resorting to cheap tricks, aye? Lucia wasn't about to quit so easily. She rolled onto her feet and stormed into the bathroom, right when Soren stepped into the shower.

"The cabin's too small to hold two," he said with an infuriating grin.

"Drop the puns and look at me for a moment."

"I'm naked, you indecent woman."

Lucia thrust her hands into her hips. "Step out of the fucking shower mate."

Soren did, his gaze darting back and forth, unable to look at her. Poor puppy. He practically oozed nervousness and needed a reassuring hug more than anything.

Lucia wasn't about to give him one, not after David. She might not be deserving of him, but Lucia sure as fuck wasn't about to let a slut with a bony arse ruin her friend's evening.

"Who is she?"

"Chloe. A she-wolf. Liked my style on the phone while trying to hook her up with a new product and gave me her number before I could even make a move on her."

"That's not suspicious at all. She's a bored skank who got dumped recently and is trying to get over it by getting free drinks from the fools who fall for it."

"Okay. You're a woman, so your view counts. But if I listened to you all the time, Lucia, I would never get laid, and this knot," he pulled his sheath all the way back to reveal his red, shrunken length, "would never work its magic."

Lucia looked away, more out of respect for Soren than anything else. The wolf used that moment to step into the shower and seal himself inside the cabin.

"Masturbate," Lucia mumbled. "At least you'll fucking see her pretty face and not her ass and boobs."

"Thanks, but I'd rather knot her." With that, he turned on the water, the patter of the strong jets muffling his voice.

Lucia returned to the couch, more conflicted than ever. She had the power to keep Soren from leaving. She knew what buttons to press, how hard to press them, in order to keep him with her for a lovely night.

"No," she decided. "He needs to take a fall. He's too proud for his own good, and getting through him will end up making him annoyed with your persistence."

And who was she, to give him dating advice in the first place? Just a fat cow who found relief into the pizza sitting next to her.

She turned on "The Walking Dead" while munching on a slice of pizza, trying to put David and all of the other weirdo males at the back of her mind.

Easier said than done. Her mind churned with thoughts and advices on what to suggest Soren to wear, to give him tips on which topics to discuss, to teach him of how to stimulate a female's clit and nudge her G-spot until she roared his name during the most intense time of her life.

"See? You have already made yourself comfortable."

"Comfortable my ass," Lucia muttered inaudibly, then raised her voice to get her advice across. "White shirt, olive tie, dark pants. Don't even attempt to wear fucking shoes. They look utterly ridiculous on a wolf."

"Wasn't planning to."

Lucia shrugged, taking another bite, wincing from the kick of a particularly fierce jalapeno bit. "Better safe than sorry."

She chewed it fast, then added. "Cologne. The same one you used today. And wear my watch instead of your gleaming, fake gold one. Looks totally cheap and isn't a sight to behold on a wolf of your rank."

"You know it, baby."

A shudder ran through Lucia's limbs. The word warmed her, more than the spicy food she ate did. How would it be, to be Soren's date? To receive his full attention, just once?

"Hah," she chortled. "Freaking silly."

The TV became background noise as she stole sideway glances to Soren's dormitory, so she turned it off while waiting for him to get ready.

By the time he emerged into the living room, all fancy and shit, Lucia already boxed the rest of the pizza and made herself comfortable on the couch. The sight of Soren, all neat and groomed, with shining, luxurious fur and a stylish smirk, made her jaw drop.

A few coughs removed the lump formed within her throat, but not the blush marring her cheeks. "The hobo Soren is dead. Long live the classy Soren."

"I know right? I should do this for you once. See how impressed you...you know." He looked away, scratching the fluff of his neck while thumping his paw on the ground.

Lucia used his moment of distraction swallow hard and calm her own nerves. Damnation. Why did Soren stir her heart such? The wine. David's freaking wine. It still poisoned her mind.

"Well, I'm off. Take care, buxom queen."

"Later," Lucia said, plain and simple.

The tightness within her chest only vanished when Soren closed the door on his way out. She took in a deep breath, clasped her hands together, and moved from one room to the other aimlessly while listening to the groans of the elevator. Once Soren made it down, she went to wash her hands and grab her phone, fondling it like it was her long lost lover.

Call him or not? She wanted to stoke his confidence a little, but at the same time, she didn't want to put more pressure on him.

Yes, pressure. Soren had the habit of shrugging it off and pretend such ridiculous concept didn't exist, yet even he conformed to its rules. Even he needed to be told how great of a friend he was instead of saying it himself all the time.

"Nah, he can handle it," Lucia decided before lounging into the couch and turning on "The Walking Dead" once again.

***

Soren kept both hands in his pocket, caressing the edge of his phone with his finger tips.

Come on come on come on. Lucia had to call. She had to be skeptic, to insult the other ladies, to find flaws within them. She was freaking Lucia, and that's what she did best.

She didn't call. The phone remained silent and dead.

_Whatever,_Soren thought as he meandered through the rows of people. Monty's was only a few blocks ahead, but Soren still kept an alert pace, glancing at his watch every ten seconds. 8:34 PM. Did she make it? She told him to be there at 9 o'clock, but women liked punctual men.

Just as they liked men who remembered their name. Try as he might to recall it, Soren couldn't figure it out for the life of him. Cleopatra, Angela, Ammy. How the heck was she called?

It didn't strike him, not even when he walked through the twin doors of the pub. Monty's was one of those classy 90s bars, with pool players clad in leather jackets and rough, unkempt beards, lots of rednecks crowding the booths, and a most amazing collection of rock music from the 90s.

He looked around, trying to make out his date through the dim light and the thick smoke swirling through the bar. When he failed to pinpoint her location, he stepped to the side, clenching and relaxing his fists.

Damn. Did this start on the wrong foot...

Somebody waved at him. A timber wolf with spindly arms and wearing quite the punk outfit. Her, whatever her name was.

"I know right? Plans to screw me in every possible way, and the guy totally sucks in bed."

The she-wolf switched her phone to her right paw, nodded at Soren and motioned at him to sit on the stool next to her. His eyes immediately fell on her black skirt, custom made, trimmed so short he thought he glimpsed the light fur of her groin.

He averted his gaze, trying his hardest not to grin and pump his fist in the air and freak her out.

"What? No no, you got it wrong. He's my ex. I live with him, but we're not together."

"But you're still screwing him!" The squeaky voice was quite audible to Soren's ears, his date's conversation partner none too subtle.

"Gotta earn my keep somehow. 'sides, he ain't that bad. I only hate it when he brings all manner of felines over. He has a thing for tight pussies and knotting them." She chuckled, and her partner laughed in an equally hysterical way.

"Yea, and he's managed to hurt one or two. Think he's fighting a lawsuit or something. Bitch ain't telling me jack. Hang on, just got a text from him. See ya later bish. No no, he's never calling me anymore. We only communicate through texts, even while at home. Freaky, huh. Yeah, okay, buh-bye."

She placed her phone on the counter, took a sip straight from her beer bottle, and eyed Soren.

"Hey there." She extended a paw that Soren shook gently. "I'm early. I know. Gotta make some calls."

"Don't sweat it." He clasped his paws together and gave her an encouraging smile. "Can I get you something?"

She wiggled her beer for emphasis. "Maybe after this one."

She sighed, shifted in her chair, and grabbed her phone, her claws pattering on the screen like crazy.

Conversation topics ran rampant through Soren's mind, along with subtle ways to start them. His date, however, only had eyes for her phone, and just when she finished her beer, she waved at the barkeep for another one before Soren had the chance to do it.

"What do I get you?" the komodo dragon asked Soren, his features stern.

"Uh, a beer."

"What sort?"

"The one she drinks."

He brought it over, and Soren cradled it like a newborn, rapping his fingers on the cold, sweaty glass.

His date's phone rang. She answered it.

Soren bit back a groan, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

"He's screwing a Puma tonight. He just wrote me to come back later because bitch is shy. Like what the fuck?!"

"Holy shit, just move out already!" her female friend's voice burst from the phone. "Aren't you dating somebody."

Soren's heart leapt in his chest when she turned to face him, her hazel eyes scanning him from head to toes. "Yeah. Yeah I am. A gray wolf, a bit on the rugged side."

"And with enough room in my apartment to save you from your ex."

"Wait, did he just offer you to move in with him? Dude, that's like, the ultimate perv you're dating!"

A meek smile appeared on his date's muzzle as she turned around, fondling her phone to lower the volume. "I think he heard you."

"Is he mad?"

Nope. She didn't lower the volume one bit. She wanted him to hear it.

"I don't know." His date whirled in her seat to face him, her bare toes clutching his. "Are you mad, Soren?"

"I'm mad at your ex for being a total douchebag."

Both his date and her friend giggled.

"That's kinda romantic," the friend said.

"I know right?" His date grabbed her beer, took a swig, then dragged her free paw down her belly. Once she reached the fringes of her skirt, she pulled it back to reveal her sex and point it straight at Soren.

His breath stuck in his throat. His brain froze. His body stiffened.

Paralyzed and useless, Soren found himself enthralled by her lips, so delicate and moist, surrounded by wan clumps of fur, already drenched with her fluids.

"Gosh!" The friend's voice came. "You just gave him a peek, didn't you? YOU TOTAL SLUT!"

His date giggled and wiggled her hips enticingly. "Well, it's going to be a long night," she said, both to him and her friend. "Better that he keeps silent."

Soren only snapped out of it when his date covered herself once again.

"I doubt he's going to last that long. We still have your ex to sort out. I can't believe he's such a retard."

"Well, it's the retard I fell in love with once upon a time and..."

Soren listened to the banter of the two, occasionally sipping his beer and fingering his own phone. Maybe he should call Lucia. Give his date the same treatment.

He decided against it when she pulled back her skirt again, winking at him while she spread her folds with two fingers. Warm snakes slithered through Soren's spine. His groin tingled with obvious intent and, before he knew it, Soren found himself growing, and growing.

"Well, I'm out. Oh, and I'm buying." He slapped a twenty dollars bill on the counter and nodded at his date. "Have a lovely evening you two."

"Byeee!" They both said at the same time.

Women...

Soren shuffled out of the bar, the tightness within his pants more than a little bothersome. As soon as he made it out on the street, he dialed Lucia's number and leaned against the cold brick wall of Monty's.

"She gave me a peek. Can you believe that?"

"Yeah I can," Lucia said bluntly. "That's the exact thing I expected from them skinny she-wolves. Think of males as property and things to toy around with just because."

Soren opened his mouth to say something, but only a gasp came out.

Fucking hell. Everything suddenly made sense.

"I bet you a fatass burger that you forgot her name, that she spent all the time on her phone to rant at one of her lady friends about her past relationships."

"Huh," Soren scoffed, "you're a freaking psychic is what you are."

"No, Soren. I'm just a woman well versed in female psychology. Why do you think she asked you out to begin with?"

"Because of my good looks and charming attitude?"

"Yeah sure... When you get asked out in the first five minutes by a good looking female, expect to become their plaything. That's what they are: Players."

"And what I am is freaking hard!"

It was supposed to start off as an off-topic remark, but awkward silence ensued. Blessedly, Lucia ended it with the most cryptic of suggestions.

"Meet me at my workplace. It will be worth your time."

Soren raised his eyebrows, his tail curling around one of his legs. "It's a spa. We won't have movies, pizza, burgers, anything."

"Trust me on this."

She ended the call before Soren could say no.

Well, that went smooth...

Soren was too agitated to call Lucia back and talk her down, and his erection still poked against his underwear, forming a slightly noticeable bulge.

His cock made the choice for him, so the wolf climbed into one of the cabs conveniently parked in front of the bar, said "De la Mer" spa and off he went.

The driver, a leopard in his early twenties, had the decency not to inquire anything about his destination. Just thinking of it flustered Soren. It was a freaking spa! Meant for oldies, fatties, and who knows what else. Although he would never say it to Lucia, Soren firmly believed that a wolf like him had no place in a spa, least of all hers.

Awkward, awkward, awkward, he repeated within his mind while scratching his ears, chin, head idly. As soon as his bulge subsided, so did his apprehension.

He stepped out of the cab, back straight, head aloft, shoulders firmly set, and walked down the cobbled alley that led into the grandiose building surrounded by lavish gardens.

So freaking...it was a woman's place! Look at all those flowers, gaudy palm trees, fountains! Every step made his muscles tense, his jaws tightening, least he snarled in irritation.

Lucia waited for him by the main door, rolling her access card between her fingers.

"This is the first and last time I'm visiting this place." He motioned her forward, and Lucia obliged, her lavender dress swirling behind her. Gods above! Why did she wear that devilish thing again? He asked her, and Lucia's answer made his ears droop.

"Guess who stuffed me up and kept me prisoner in his wolf cave."

"I'd take my chances with the wolf cave any time of day over this place."

She got the door for him. As soon as Soren stepped inside, the lights turned out, illuminating the light brown access corridor. At the end of it lied the waiting salon, filled with all manner of comfy chairs, paintings depicting nature in a nice, modern, blue room.

"I'm not taking another step unless we're the only living souls in this building."

Lucia went to the counter to get out a keychain from a drawer and shook it, the clinking making Soren growl.

"We're alone, you perverted wolf, which means you're free to unleash your fantasies upon me."

She winked, then went through the "personnel only" door.

"The only perverted thing in this building is the building itself," he said, loud enough to make Lucia laugh.

If only he shared her enthusiasm. He already felt trapped, confined in such a foreign place. He didn't need a massage, incense, candles, floating petals and other crap to feel better. Lying down on his couch usually worked wonders.

Lucia returned, wearing the cerulean robe of De la Mer.

"If we're doing this, might as well make it official. This way."

Soren groaned when he found himself in a white, spacious room, a round pool in the middle and blue tinted windows on the edges. Even the lighting gave off an aquamarine tint, reflecting upon the water's surface, casting wriggling lines all over the sumptuous chamber. Several lounging chairs were placed on the sides, brown with dark frames, with fresh towels placed on top of them.

"The water's warm if you fancy a bath."

"Just lead on."

Lucia led him up an incline that led into a smaller room with a big fireplace and some sort of mattresses placed on the ground. No chairs, no nothing.

"Hot stones treatment. It's for humans and dragons."

They passed through another corridor, lined with mahogany doors on both sides. Lucia opened one to reveal a room basked by golden light, decorated after an oriental theme. A pool lied at the end of it, the steps leading into it inlaid with golden filigree. It also featured bets, cozy lamps, even scented candles and incense.

"Not your type, huh?"

"This whole place is not my type. Get to the point, Lucia. Tell me why I'm here."

To practice her massaging technique on a canine, for sure. To smear him with oil, beg him to relax while she did her thing. A few fake moans from Soren, and this nightmare would end. Sooner better than later.

"Oh, you'll see why you're here soon enough."

"It's not some zen shit, right? Because if it is, I'm out."

Lucia smirked, and said no more until she led him into a small, quiet, gloomy room with walls built of riverstone to form intricate mosaics. No plants hung from the ceiling or decorated the corners. There was only a chair in the middle, and behind him, a small replica of a waterfall, the running water producing quite the soothing sounds.

Lucia went to the miniature waterfall to light up some incense, the exotic scents quickly filling the chamber.

"Do you really have to do that?"

"It's part of the experience. Strip and sit down. It's the most comfortable thing that ever held your tight little arse."

She also lit some candles placed on the edge of the pool before turning around, arms splayed to the sides.

"Come on, get moving."

"Where are the oils?"

"No oils. I know you can't suffer them."

"Then what's the catch?"

Her features softened, her eyes acquiring a playful glow. "That's part of the surprise, m'dear. Now, let's put this beast into motion. You better be a good wolf and start stripping meanwhile."

On second thoughts, the chair looked like anything but a normal chair. It had a small cushion that reached up to his waist, similar to that of a stool, with a hollow space that Soren decided it was some sort of socket for his balls. Quite neat.

It also had a padded backrest, support frames for his paws on either side, and some metallic frame that arched from the back and halfway to the front, forming a semicircle that ended with a similar pad that provided an adjustable support to lean his brow against. Everything looked adjustable, and Lucia proved it to him by clicking away at her remote control.

She chanced him a glance, a groan escaping her when she glimpsed his clothed form.

"It takes more than a creepy chair to get me naked, alright?"

"Soren..."

He couldn't argue. Not with that tone, and definitely not with her pleading look. Denying Lucia her pleasure was something he loathed, especially when he had the chance to prove her wrong in her very own spa.

While he removed his shirt and worked the button and zipper of his pants, Lucia adjusted the overhead frame, then went behind the machine to bring a sleek, dark, serpentine tube that had a tight, circular, meaty tip. It glistened in the faint light, obviously lubricated.

"Kinky," Soren mumbled, low enough to keep it to himself.

It all became crystal clear to him. The socket, the armrests, the backrest, the overhead support--they all formed the mother of all kinky chairs, and the slender hose or whatever the heck that was had to have some sort of suction mechanism.

A sly smile spread across his muzzle. Lucia noticed it right away, and beckoned him forward with fast, impatient flicks of her wrist.

"Come on already. One would think you'd be a bit more enthusiastic than this."

"You're already enthusiastic for the both of us. Whatever that is," he pointed at the makeshift hose, "it is not going to work. Trust me, I've used a fair amount of toys."

"Not like this one." She slapped the cushion. "Now get up."

Soren did, if only to shut her up. The dark, leathery cushion deflated and adjusted to his frame, same for the backrest. Lucia brought the forehead support a little closer, grabbing Soren by the back of his head and urging his forehead against the cushion.

"Geez, why do you--"

"My spa, my rules, unless you're an impotent bitch who can't stand a challenge."

He smirked at that. "A challenge? Okay, sure! Just don't be mad at me when I stride out of this place in a few minutes."

"Your legs will turn to mush and you won't even be able to walk straight after I'm done with you."

Soren shrugged and closed his eyes. All he had to do was stay put, relax, enjoy the--

"Dude!" He said, cracking an eye open to Lucia's hands, dangerously close to his groin. What he mistook for a hollow meant for his balls acted as a socket for the elastic tube, which Lucia carefully locked into place. A narrow opening still remained for his balls, however.

"Lean forward. Your wolf nards will feel grateful for it."

Soren did, his slack sack plummeting into the space reserved for it. Lucia was right. It felt a bit better, yet not close enough to...

He tensed up when the mouth of the device touched the tip of his sheathe. Translucent lubricant coated its warm interior, devoid of smell, its consistency neither thick nor watery.

"Have fun, Soren."

This was the antithesis of fun, sitting in a chair, with nothing exciting to--

A yelp made it through Soren's clenched jaws when Lucia pressed one of the buttons on her remote control. The chair moved, pushing him forward, urging his flaccid sheath to sink into the loose tube. Once he made it halfway inside, the blasted thing began vibrating with a soft hum, the motion drawing a steady growl from Soren.

"What the fuck is this Lucia?" he asked, a trace of panic seeping into his voice. It made Lucia giggle and pat him on the shoulder encouragingly, as if he was a pup who had yet to discover his sexuality.

"Me being overly nice to you."

The faint buzzing stopped, replaced by soft, sporadic tremors that worked up Soren's sheath. The device acquired a rippling motion, sucking Soren's enlarging shaft inside while the abrupt contractions pushed at his sheath, rolling it all the way up, even past his knot, too fast for comfort.

With his ruddy length pulled in by the alien device, Soren had no choice but to grab the armrests and curl his toes inwards, his claws scratching at the resilient leathers while his muzzle furrowed from his budding snarl.

"Ghh, this is--stop it--please stop it--it's weird--too weird."

So he said, yet the fiery lashes of pleasure whipping his frame begged to differ. Soren squirmed into the chair, breathing hard and fast while the tube massaged him with soft, slow, rippling motions, the undulating caress better than anything Soren had ever felt before.

He grew stone-hard in just a few moments, throbs wracking his shaft as his member doubled in size and his knot acquired the shape of two ripe spheres, swelling with every thundering beat of his heart. The slick insides of the device only added to his great delight, and every vibration adjusted its temperature to make it resemble that of a she-wolf in heat.

This was insane. Utterly insane. Only a minute in, and his member already pulsated within the machine's confines, accompanied by the occasional strand of pre. He grabbed its rubbery frame with one paw, trying to dislodge it, but his own grip, added to the existing one, only sent an electrifying jolt through his shaft and balls, making him lurch forward from the sudden pleasure.

That was when the headrest saved him from toppling over. His forehead slammed against it, keeping him from bending forward or leaving. Its surface was too broad, and pushing his loins forward only amplified the device's efforts to pleasure him as it mistook it for a thrust.

Then, it all stopped. The vibrations died down, the suckling motion ceased, and Soren could finally take in a deep breath and regard Lucia with wide, blinking eyes.

"What do you say, Soren? Can you last against me for five minutes?"

He nodded, even though the exhilarating experience left him breathless. "Easily. Still not better than my toys. It doesn't even massage the knot."

She appeared at his side, crouching beside him to grab his paw, squeezing it between her pudgy fingers. "I believe you. That's why, if you win, you're free to pick tonight's activities."

"Same if you win," Soren matched her offer.

"I don't know Soren. There's a whole lot to this place I want you to visit."

"I'll visit every single room, experiment every pleasure you have to offer, if this blasted thing makes me cum."

She gave him one final pat on the shoulder. "You asked for it, my dear wolf. Enjoy your premature ejaculation."

Lucia turned the machine on once again. It resumed its tantalizing caress, molding around Soren's shaft, taking in his girth, hugging it, then pulsating around him faintly.

Premature ejaculation, she called it. Yeah right. As if! Whatever Lucia thought of this machine, it simply lacked the grip of a she-wolf in heat. There was no way an artificial device would best him, especially one from a spa, of all places!

The pungent smell of vanilla and other, smoother exotic scents seeped into his nostrils, however, numbing down his muscles, smothering the fire of doubt raging within him. The calm, silent ambience also acted as a catalyst to the machine's undulating motions, making him envision all manner of erotic scenarios within his mind's eye.

"Picture your ideal mate, Soren. You're inside her. It is her first time, and she is oh so tight."

Everything caved in around Soren, the squeeze so hard he thrust his arms upwards to grip the metallic bars of the overhead headrest. Veins bulged across his ruddy length, his throbs muffled by the powerful grip.

It didn't send Soren over the edge, but the added pressure upon his overly sensitive knot made his sides shudder and his haunches to tighten, his balls lurching with the desire to spill their load into the arctic she-wolf he pictured.

"She can't keep you inside for too long. You're a strong wolf, lustful, eager to thrust."

The device started to pull him in with sudden, jerky tugs, resembling a female's shuddering muscles, moments before she had the most intense orgasm of her life. Soren's hips shove forward out of their own accord, seeking to lodge his malehood all the way inside her. He only made it a few infuriating centimeters in before her insides quaked, the flowing motions milking and groping his swollen knot and bulged member.

"Breed her, Soren. Show her who's the alpha."

It was all a mind game. A stupid mind game. He knew it, at the back of his mind, but with his member engulfed by the device, it was all the same to Soren. Device, she-wolf--it didn't matter, so long as the increasingly persistent tugs and lurches stoked the pressure welling at the base of his shaft.

He kept his eyes shut, head pressed against the cushion on front of him, paws latched tight around the armrests as he pounded away at the machine. Soft, wet squelches soon filled the air, emboldening Soren, urging him to go faster, harder. He speared through the she-wolf's tight insides with deep, abrupt strokes, pushing his knot along with his girth, stretching her, forcing her to take all of him inside.

"Two minutes Soren. Can you outlast her? Are you alpha enough to resist spending your seed?"

Soren gritted his teeth, sinking the claws of his feet into the supports designated for them. He stopped thrusting, his muscles already too taut, his member already throbbing too hard and fast for comfort. Last. All he had to do was last for one more minute.

The device squeezed him tighter, however, pulling him an inch out with a rapid motion, only to suck him in right after in an equally sudden manner. It drove Soren crazy, the combination of vibrations, rippling movements, lurches, squeezes, and thrusts too much for him to bear.

He tried holding on by sucking in a deep breath. His muscles bulged from the effort to resist, and his knot and member swelled to refuse, urging the device to respond in kind with an even harder squeeze.

That did it.

Soren gripped the device with both paws, plunging all the way in, before clutching it as if his life depended on it. Scalding seed rushed through his member, pausing at his tip for just an ephemeral moment during which he desperately tried to resist.

It tingled. It burned. It eroded his resistance.

A shuddering howl burst from Soren's maw as seed exploded out of his member in rapid spurts. The device clamped hard upon his knot, flowing across it gently, soothingly, quickening the flow of seed through Soren's lurching member.

Stars danced before his eyes, his climax so intense strength fled from him with every strong lance of seed he shot into the depths of the device. He crumbled into the chair, panting and releasing soft, sporadic whimpers whenever the device sucked an additional delayed spurt from him by tightening and loosening around his shaft.

"That's one minute too early." She clicked her tongue and removed the overhead support to flaunt her infuriatingly broad smile. "You had too much inside you, Soren. I start to question the validity of your claims where masturbation is concerned."

To get her point across, her brushed his paws aside to grip his knot through the rubbery layer of the device and fondle it, hard enough to make him squirm and surrender more of his essence.

"You're a huge fucking perv, Lucia nghhh," he groaned, almost biting his tongue as the quaking motion of the device forced him to shoot another string of fertile seed. "The fuck was with you and that...hrrr...she-wolf?"

"Just the tip of the iceberg. Guided meditation helps lead some of my customers to the highest of peaks. It can either keep you pent-up for hours, or make you spend yourself faster than you ever deemed possible." She kissed his cheek, making Soren growl and snarl at her.

"I didn't try my chances with you. All I did was give you an extra nudge."

A nudge, she called it. Soren would have argued with her, told her that her meditation was bullshit and the machine did everything for her. He was too spent, however, and his swollen knot kept him in a constant state of euphoria, trapped between alertness and a blissful high that lasted until his knot deflated.

"How does it feel to lose to a cow, Soren?"

"I didn't lose. I lost to--aghhh, this freaking thing." He thrust a finger towards the tube that kept sucking him dry of his seed, instinctive growls of pleasure fleeing Soren's muzzle at random intervals. Unlike a she-wolf, the machine mirrored a constant orgasm, the wetness and the warmth irresistible to a male who had only fucked lifeless toys and his paw during the past few years.

"Oh, so you want to lose to me? Is that it?"

"Try me," Soren hissed through a snarl, which Lucia giggled at. She detached the hose-like machine from its socket, turned it off, then pulled it in one abrupt tug to reveal Soren's swollen girth.

It even managed to surprise him, the sheer size of his shaft, the rock-hard spheres of his knot, beribboned with veins. In the absence of proper sheathing, it lurched up and down, droplets of seed flowing from his tip and dribbling onto the floor.

"Down on your fours," Lucia said, rinsing her hands in the pool of water to get them nice and wet.

Soren obliged, his head afloat, his senses numb. "I don't know what you're trying to accomplish. I'm spent."

Driblets of seed still pattered from the pointy tip of his member and onto the tiled floor, their flow encouraged by the faint throbs that still wracked Soren's wolfhood.

"Come on, you're a fucking wolf mate. Surely you had more than an orgasm while pawing yourself."

"Uhm, nope."

Lucia approached him, an elegant smirk plastered upon her face. "You're making this way too easy."

"Easy for me. I'll bite your hand off if I am oversensitive and your touch makes things worse."

"I'll take my chances with you, Soren."

Lucia, when dared to do something, became the most practical woman ever. She practically strode to his side, knelt by his haunches, and patted his rump playfully, her fingers dragging down his shapely ass until their reached his balls.

Soren tensed up, his breath hardening at the contact with her soft touch. Lucia cupped his firm sack, seizing his round, ripe jewels within the depth of her palms, rolling her fingers one by one along them until Soren's hips bucked out of their own accord.

"Hngh," he moaned, unable to suppress it in time. "Fucking tickles. Stop that."

It didn't tickle. It felt amazing, yet he wasn't about to let Lucia savor her small victory.

She didn't. She let go of his jewels, and instead, focused her attention on his member. She started by grabbing the thick base of his shaft, just above the knot, between her thumb and index finger, the increasing pressure making Soren wince. His tail raised like a flagpole to give her better access, which Lucia took as a sign to proceed with the next step.

Without giving Soren any warning, she used her three other fingers to guide his member outwards, pointing it towards his back.

"What the--bloody hell are you doing?" Soren's years perked, the fur on his nape standing erect due to the shudders of elation rushing through him. Lucia continued to drag his member outwards, until she held it in a near horizontal position.

Soren's claws scraped at the tiles for purchase, his body quivering from the raw pleasure flooding his senses. By squeezing the base of his member, Lucia kept him in a constant state of arousal, encouraging his member to swell to refuse once again.

"You look a bit flustered."

"It--let go, I'm--oversensitivity settled in. Let go, you blasted grrrrrrrrrrr," the harsh growl erupted from the depth of his throat when her other hand encircled his shaft, bobbing up and down slow and steady, caressing him from the very tip up to his blood engorged knot.

"You're not spent, Soren," her smug voice came. "Not until you experience a post-cloital tie."

Fucking ridiculous. Only animals did that. Not anthros. Not him!

And yet, Soren found himself at Lucia's mercy, the cow deftly spreading the droplets of cum all over his shaft to provide ample lubrication for her faster and harder strokes.

"Now, imagine you're inside your virgin she-wolf again. The bitch is panicked, with your full cock inside her, and tugs hard." She did an experimental pull, which made Soren falter, the spike of pleasure too intense to his already lust addled mind.

"But you know better than her. The bitch isn't going anywhere. She's yours, Soren. All that tight, wet cunt, waiting for you to fill it to the brim with bucketloads of cum."

Soren arched his head back, jaws firmly set upon one another, teeth pressed together in a tight embrace.

"You can't hold on. You have to cum. No matter how hard you try to fight it, her pussy begs for it." As she spoke, Lucia's grip hardened around his thick base, her other hand stroking him a few more times before squeezing his ruddy member as well.

"Grrrrrrrraaaaaaaaah," Soren cried out, the pressure welled within his groin too much for him to bear.

Seed exploded out of his member in short, rapid spurts, thick and rich. He heard it splatter on the cold floor as shivers claimed his flanks and haunches, this second release all too powerful.

Soren joined his arms together, leaning forward to rest against them, eyes scrunched shut to withstand his most complete and fulfilling climax ever. Trapped in Lucia's firm embrace, the throbs and lurches of his member never felt more satisfying. Each of them stoked the molten fire that left his body in thick, ivory ropes.

He only released his pent-up gasp when his throbs subsided to dull tremors. Lucia didn't let go of him, however. She kept him prisoner in her grasp until his knot began to deflate and her jarring touch disturbed Soren enough to whimper and squirm.

"What were you saying? That a second orgasm is a futile endeavor?"

Soren rolled onto his side, curled into a ball, panting to recover from his blissful ordeal. Lucia took the time to wash herself off his seed, making Soren feel particularly embarrassed by all the mess he must've caused.

"We'll clean it up later, don't fuss about it," Lucia said, as if she had read his mind. "I'll be damned if you begin making excuses to shy away from your duties."

"Duties?" his voice was hoarse, and he had to swallow what little moisture dwelled in his mouth to make it more discernable over his audible panting.

"What sort of duties?"

"The ones where you give a cow a hand, literally. You're mine for the day, sweetheart, to do as I please."

"Please don't ask me to fuck you."

"You can't fuck with a limp cock, Soren."

He gave her the finger while he eyes his sheathe. Lucia did a good job of keeping him out of the line of fire, no stains of seed embedded within his fur. In his exhausted state, taking a shower was the least thing Soren considered.

"Okay, what then?"

His lack of enthusiasm urged Lucia to grab one of his arms and practically drag him onto his feet. Once he stood upright, she gave him a light slap across the cheek and thrust a finger against his chest, the meanest of frowns darkening her features.

"You lost. Deal with it."

Soren moved to grab her hand, but she stepped back with surprising dexterity, her fingers working on the knot that tied her robe together.

"Dear lord, you're about to unleash the kraken, aren't you?" Soren teased, but Lucia retained her composure as she undid the bindings of the robe.

She stepped out of it, a naked cow in her full glory. As much as Soren liked to poke fun at her weight, the word that best defined Lucia was buxom. Although her arms had the thickness characteristic to a cow and her pale belly sagged a bit, her plump thighs had quite the curves to them, same for her round, firm breasts. They looked like two ripe melons, splotched with brown on the upper surface and whitening towards the middle half onwards. Her erect pink nipples stood out amidst the white of her fur, as did the portly udder dangling underneath her belly, heavy with milk.

Her tail swayed playfully from side to side, and she brushed back her blond locks, tucking them behind her petite ivory horns to reveal her satisfied grin at standing naked before Soren.

"Staring, are we?"

"You really don't look that bad," Soren said, scratching behind one of his ears.

"No shit. Have you ever seen a skinny cow?"

He did, and he much preferred curvaceous females like Lucia over skinny sluts with bony asses.

"I'll teach you some more seductive compliments, but first things first." She winked at him before laying down on all fours.

"Milking myself is a dull affair. I'd like you to do it."

Soren's eyes bulged in their sockets. "Wait, you want me to--what?"

"Milk me, Soren," Lucia said, plain as daylight. "I'm a fucking cow. What do you expect, these beauties to drain themselves?"

She shook her rear enticingly, making Soren blink back his disbelief and walk up to her. "I am completely and utterly clueless as to how milking works."

Lucia shifted to her side, signaling him to approach with one hand. Once Soren knelt in front of her, she reached for his paw, squeezing him so hard the wolf yowled in pain.

"I could have done this to your cock. Instead, I gave you two orgasms. What sort of friend are you?"

"The very confused and clueless one. I don't..." he swallowed hard, allowing his tail to flow between his legs in defeat. "Lucia, I'm always up for a challenge, but this is your body you're asking me to deal with. I'm...really not that knowledgeable around females."

"Come here." She literally dragged Soren into a hug, forcing him to crash on top of her.

In an attempt to resist her and push back, Soren grabbed the first thing his paws caught.

Her breasts. Fuck!

He let go immediately, allowing Lucia's arms to wrap around him and for her nose to drag across his fur, all the way up to his ear. Shudders crept through Soren from the tickly sensation, from the proximity of their joined bodies.

"Do it. You're too proud to lose to a cow," she whispered in his ear.

It took Soren a moment to collect himself and summon the necessary courage to kneel before her hindquarters. Lucia remained on her side, her sex concealed by the prominent bag-like organ that Soren had to deflate through his absent milking techniques. Just staring at it made his cheeks seethe and his temples throb from the peer pressure.

"Let's start with your right paw. Grab any of the four teats you feel like, and don't fondle them. Freaking tickles."

Her slim teat felt incredibly soft and warm against his padded palm, and its length barely surpassed that of a finger. Just holding it gave Soren goose bumps that he tried shrugging off to no avail.

"Don't just stare at it. Squeeze it!"

He applied low pressure to it, slowly increasing the strength of his grip when nothing seemed to happen.

"Wow. You really are bad at this."

Soren drew back to make room for Lucia's hand, his fur tingling from the spike of embarrassment that ran through his spine.

"Okay, watch me. First, you form a loop with your index and your thumb. Then, you narrow it until you fit the base of the teat. Afterwards, you squeeze, drag your loop down a few centimeters to collect the milk, and bring your other fingers around in a tight enough squeeze to make it squirt."

The jet caught Soren straight in the chest, making him stumble back in surprise, much to Lucia's mirth. He had never heard the cow laugh so manically, and debated whether he should run the fuck away or stay through this torment.

Lucia made the choice for him. She grabbed his paw, secured it upon her teat, nodded, and lounged on her side.

"Have at it. You may want to move out of the line of fire, just in case. Or, if you want, I can switch onto my fours."

"Please do," Soren rushed his words at the offer.

Lucia groaned, but indulged him nevertheless. "There. Now you have no excuses left."

No shit, the rampant thought ran through Soren's mind. He felt naked--in more than just body--and more than powerless when it came Lucia's ridiculous request. True, they had touched each other in the past, and Lucia masturbated him just moments ago, but this level of trust, to allow him access to an organ he barely understood...

Soren breathed in the aromatic air deeply, allowing it to soothe the nerves churning within his stomach. He flexed his fingers, placed his left paw on the ground for leverage, and grabbed one of the four teats within his right one, just as Lucia instructed.

Loop. Drag. Squeeze.

A string of watery milk shot from the tip of her teat, hitting the floor with an audible patter.

"Huh," Soren said, his budding grin wiping away every trace of doubt. "This is freaking easy, if a bit disgusting."

"Your face is disgusting," Lucia retorted. "Now keep at it. No words. I don't want to hear your bitch ass voice while I'm...ohh yea, that's it...mmmmmm," she began moaning as Soren worked his wrist up and down her teat. His forearm began to burn with fatigue after only a couple of strokes, making him lick his muzzle in surprise and chance Lucia a glance.

The cow was completely out of it. She faced the floor, eyes closed, tongue darting across her lips whenever Soren squirted the milk out of her. Soft shudders rippled through her thighs, visible to the naked eye, her moans more than a little suggestive as to the effects Soren's ministrations had on her.

With the muscles within his forearm strained worse than during a workout, Soren swallowed to wet his throat and coughed to grab her attention.

"I'll switch to the other side. This one teat's almost empty."

"Mmmmm," Lucia moaned, not even bothering to call out his bluff.

Once he made it on the other side, he sat on his knees and gripped the left teat in his right hand and resumed milking her, adding to the slithering white snakes that crammed between the narrow spaces that separated the tiles. Each stroke added to Lucia's shivers of delight, her tail curling out of the way to reveal her glistening folds, wet with arousal.

Bingo.

From his current position, Soren had but reach out to her exposed pussy with his left hand, sinking two joined fingers within her slick crevice.

"Oooh," Lucia cried out, her limbs buckling, her walls shuddering around Soren's fingers, begging for more.

Soren didn't look at her. If he did, his nerve would falter, and he'd die of embarrassment if Lucia caught him in the act. He didn't even ask permission!

Then again, why would he? Lucia's privates practically oozed arousal, her wrinkled folds so elastic and spacious Soren easily fit three fingers, then four.

He continued to milk her, slower and slower as fatigue got the best of him, his focus shifting towards the hand that probed Lucia's most intimate of areas. Having never fingered a female before, Soren's head practically whirled due to nerves. His whole body felt too hot, as if ready to burst into flames, and warm tingles converged upon his shaft, stirring his dormant member.

Soren's stomach sank. An erection? Now?!

He sucked in a deep breath, biting his lip as he increased the speed of his squelching thrusts into Lucia's pussy. She molded around him perfectly, her insides smooth, her abundant juices making it more than easy for Soren. To speed things up, he rubbed his fingertips over the too smooth walls, hopelessly searching for her G-spot, if she even had one.

Yep. She did.

Lucia's muscles convulsed, spitting Soren's fingers out along with a hefty wave of femcum. Her back arched, a shuddering, drawn-out moan erupting from her throat as her udder quivered, her teats loosening and streaming constant rivulets of milk.

She crashed on her side, her face a mask of pure exhilaration while she leaked both milk and translucent femcum, her udder emptying itself faster than Soren would have deemed capable. He simply watched his friend enjoy her intense orgasm, stunned, unable to even wipe the female cum trickling down his paw. His body was too stiff to even twitch a finger, and the size of that milk puddle awed him.

"Holy...freaking....shit," he muttered, jerking to his feet when Lucia slapped the floor with a hand, the jarring sound more than enough to rouse him to his senses.

"Dude...your face...must've been...the cutest one ever. Thank you for..." she paused to collect herself off the floor. "For everything. I mean it."

Soren couldn't help but chance a glance at her puffy lips, swollen and more than ready for a second round. With both milk and cum drenching her thighs, Soren's sheathe tightened in mere seconds, his member threatening to poke out.

He turned to the door to hide it from Lucia and went for his pair of pants.

"I've seen it. Don't you assume for one moment that I haven't."

Her voice rooted Soren in place.

Fuck. What was he supposed to say?

"I uhm..."

"You will take me out on a date. I'm freaking tired of creeps, and for fuck's sake, this was a long time coming."

"Sure thing." Soren shrugged, feeling strangely relieved. "Somebody has to stand up for the buxom ladies."

His rougher voice twined with Lucia's melodious one in mirthful laughter, and when he turned around to face her again, Soren realized just how much he cared for his buxom cow.

***THE END***

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