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Forest wasn’t trying to look at every person that walked in the door of his favorite watering hole, but when his only other company was the glass in front of him, there was nothing to keep his head from tilting that direction every time he heard a thump.

His only point of conversation was the bartender that night, and all told, it wasn’t for a lack of trying, but for a lack of fitting targets.

“I thought this was more of a rough and tumble kind of place,” he admitted, as he watched the brown liquor pouring from a titled bottle. “You know…the kinda place were an older crowd might hang out?”

The bartender stood the bottle upright and pushed the glass across the counter. “You’re a few hours early for those kinds of regulars to start pouring in,” he explained. “Most of them like to stop at home and get cleaned up after work before coming out here.”

“Even on a Friday?”

“Pretty much any day of the week,” the colorful hybrid explained. “But the way you’re talking, I really hope you’re not here looking for a fight…”

“N-no! No; it’s not that at all,” Forest claimed. “I’m not a fan of fighting, as much as I’m a fan of fighters…and not even fighters, but-

“Guys that look like they could take you down?”

Forest squirmed nervously. “How did you know?”

“You’re not the first person to come in here because of our reputation,” the bartender told him. “And you won’t be the last one to leave on someone’s arm, I’m sure.”

“If the right person ever shows up, maybe.”

“Cheers to good timing, then?”

The bartender was nursing his own glass of scotch, clinking it against Forest’s drink before he had a chance to pull it away. With a smirk, the hybrid brushed his paws on his apron and stepped down the rail to help another customer…right as someone else took a spot next to Forest.

The German Shepherd didn’t see the man at first: he felt the presence of his body at the bar before he saw anything, but as ripples formed on the surface of his drink, he turned to his left and saw a mountain of a man at the bar. While his mind wandered with thoughts of how such a thick, heavy beast could approach so quietly, a bottle of beer came whizzing past the both of them, and on cue, the stranger caught it in his paw.

Most of the glass bottle disappeared in his grasp as he held it, and from further down, the bartender offered a quick wink.

“…How often do you have to come here to get that kind of service?” Forest asked, dumbfounded at what he’d just seen. “Is it a hybrid thing?”

It wasn’t entirely clear to Forest what kind of canine he was sitting near, but the man was a coywolf, patterned with stark and thick blocks of rusty red and comforting gray. “It helps if you ask the bartender his name before you start demanding drinks from him,” the man finally explained, after a long, thorough sip from his beer. “But hybrids do tend to look out for each other, yeah.”

Forest looked down at his own glass and swirled it nervously. “I never did ask for his name, did I?”

“Dunno. I just showed up.”

Recounting the events, Forest tried to shrug it off and turned to face the larger man with a bright smile: he was the very target that the young German Shepherd was hoping for. “Well, I’ll make a note of it for next time,” he said. “I’d offer to buy you a beer, stranger, but it looks to me like you’re all set!”

“No harm in having another one loaded up,” he answered dryly. “I’ll be done with this one in a minute or two.”

“Do you…do you even taste it, at that point?”

“Just because I go through my drinks so quick doesn’t mean I’m not savoring them,” he explained. “I’m not treating it like a shot…there’s a sincere difference.”

Forest was always more of a sipper than anything else, and watching someone plow through a tall, full beverage always impressed him, but this time, it was an act of greater elegance: the man was drinking at a rapid pace, but the alcohol that eased down his throat never looked to be too much for him, and he wasn’t forcing it down his gullet.

He was just drinking in a long, slow, steady gait, taking only the breaths that he needed in order to keep everything moving along.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Forest paused, “But you are seriously a machine, sir.”

“_Ahhh…_no, I’m just a guy who thinks the first drink is best gotten out of the way so you can get to enjoying the second one.”

“I don’t…get…that.”

“Sounds to me like you don’t have more than a drink or two when you go out, do you?”

“No,” Forest admitted. “I usually stop at three or four, to be honest.”

“Just when I was starting to think you might be fun to keep around as a drinking buddy,” he droned on, but the roll of his eyes sent Forest into a mild panic. “You’re good to chat with and all that, stranger, but I think I’ll be headin’ on down the line if that’s the case.”

“W-wait, no! I just…I’m pretty sure I can keep up with you, but I gotta admit, you’re kinda intimidating.”

“I’ve heard that before,” he admitted. “I guess it comes with the territory, at my height.”

“I figured it was more of the werewolf thing,” Forest claimed. “You know, since most of the time, people are scared off by your kind?”

A few blinks were followed by a quick chuckle, as the man turned to face Forest completely. “For starters…pardon my manners. The name’s Zechariah, and not to disappoint you, but I’m just a fairly large coywolf. No werewolves in my lineage…not to the best of my knowledge, anyway.”

Forest wilted his ears bashfully. “Huh. And here I thought that I was being so cool and brave for talking to you when no one else was…”

“You did draw my attention first, you know.”

“I guess you got me there,” Forest agreed. “Not that I was trying to hog you all to myself, but…well, you caught my eye pretty much the moment you walked in.”

“Felt you staring the whole time,” Zech assured him. “Not that I mind someone being obvious about being into me…”

“I am not in-

“Right. So if I get up right now and go chat someone else up, you’re not gonna be sitting here with your face on the counter, souring up the joint for everyone else?”

Zech knew how to peg his targets, and Forest, for his part, was so young and enthusiastic by comparison that he couldn’t help wearing his heart on his sleeve. The coywolf read him like an open book, but much to his delight, he found Forest interesting enough to go back through for a second reading, as if he’d missed something of note the first time through.

“Well, when you put it like that, it doesn’t sound nearly as fun,” Forest replied. “And I’d hate to ruin the evening for your friend back there…”

The bartender wasn’t actually watching them as closely as Forest thought he was, but there was a keen ear kept perked to the conversation: he wanted to know how long it would take for Zech to seal the deal, and he wasn’t surprised at all to hear that the hybrid was working as fast as he ever did.

“To be honest, if you’d stuck around, you probably would have gotten sloppy drunk, and those kinds make the best tippers; coming with me is just gonna ruin his night, far as I’m concerned.”

“But will it upset him if I leave with you?”

“Pretty sure he frowns on werewolves eating all of his customers,” Zech teased, “But I don’t think he could blame me for eating you all up, either…”

Zech was putting it all on the table with that clever line, but Forest took it- hook, line and sinker- until the coywolf could have almost literally tugged the boy out of the bar on a string.

“Promise to savor me, instead of just eating me in one bite?”

“Small as you are, you’re probably just one bite…but I suppose if I nibbled at you, I could make you last a little longer.”

The double meaning struck Forest right in the pit of his stomach, and butterflies came to life there, tickling his insides. He couldn’t get the giddy sensation to settle, no matter how hard he tried, as he rode back with the larger man to his hotel…

**

Zech wasn’t the kind who needed to play a role in the bedroom to have fun. He was happy just being himself, stripping his partner down and taking them ferociously, as was his calling card.

Seeing how Forest melted at the concept of being taken by a werewolf, however, he was more than happy to dip his toes into the roleplaying pool, even if it was only just for the evening.

“First time coming back to a room with a stranger like this?” he asked, as Forest sat on the edge of the bed. The German Shepherd kept his paws in his lap and looked around the room, not giving off a nervous aura…but he wasn’t quite what one would call seasoned, either.

The canine just shook his head.

“First time getting lured back to a hotel room by a werewolf, then?”

Forest gulped. “I kinda figured that was…a one-way trip, so to speak.”

“That depends,” Zech explained. “If you don’t give me what I need, I’ll be forced to gobble you up, without warning…but you seem like the dependable type, Forest. I’m pretty sure you can help with these bestial urges that I’ve been fighting off.”

“Why…w-why would you be fighting them off?”

It was all a game between the two of them, but they were playing their parts excellently. “It’s not easy to find a partner that can handle my level of ferocity,” Zech explained, allowing a low rumble to coat his words as they left his throat; Forest was trembling as though he were sitting in the presence of a genuinely starved werewolf, riddled with nerves. “Biting, clawing, ripping clothes, fucking hard …lots of people think they can handle these things, until they see what a werewolf can really do.”

Forest wasn’t going to back out then, but Zech was doing a masterful job at making him feel like he might be in genuine danger.

He crossed his legs, one over the other, as he kept shuffling his feet. He wanted to hide those nerves, but in truth, seeing that he was so sincerely uncomfortable gave Zech a thrill that he wasn’t expecting.

“And how would you keep me from getting away, if I wasn’t up for it?”

“If you weren’t up for it, you wouldn’t have come this far,” Zech suggested. “Of course, if you’re saying that you might turn tail and flee for the door…”

He trailed off and turned back to the bed, grabbing Forest by the collar of his shirt before the German Shepherd could wiggle away. His body went stiff in the coywolf’s grasp, but that actually helped the process along as Zech yanked up on his collar.

The shirt came off with only the smallest pinpricks in the fabric, but that was more damage than Forest expected to see to any of his clothing: he wouldn’t take the risk of pushing his new partner any further than that.

“Point made,” Forest replied quickly. “If you just lemme slip out of these-

“Slip out of them?” Zech asked, grabbing the waistline of the younger man’s slacks. “Not how I operate, Forest…and not how you’re operating anymore, either.”

The belt was yanked free with such force that the leather strained before it was tossed to the floor, and a button nearly tore through denim before jeans were yanked away from squirming, nervous legs. Forest was trying his best to giggle, but it came out with a sincerely nervous tone…and that only drove Zech to further aggression.

Boxers, ones that Forest planned on leaving with when he arrived, were shredded under the grasp of a pair of thick, powerful paws. Those claws carried down until they poked into the soft, smooth fur along the inside of Forest’s thighs, but as he watched his undergarments turn to ribbons, he was fearful to think that something worse was still coming.

He didn’t know where Zech had been keeping a rope, or why he’d be keeping it in a hotel room in the first place…

“You’re not really gonna use that on me, are you?” Forest asked, his expression faltering a bit. His grin was still there, but it was fading behind a veneer of nerves and disbelief. “I don’t think…y-you really need to…”

“You asked how I was gonna make sure you wouldn’t escape. Seems to me like it’ll do the trick.”

Forest felt he was the author of his own fate as the much larger beast overpowered him, despite the faux struggle that the German Shepherd put forth. His wrists were taken, even with Zech balancing flesh and a rope with one of his paws…but their difference in size was a direct indication of their difference in power.

In his grasp, Forest was like a ragdoll, and he couldn’t hide the long, growing arousal of his cock any longer as his wrists were pushed behind his back.

“Remember those urges I was talking about? I don’t think I can resist them any longer…”

A thick, braided knot crossed Forest’s wrists, one over the other, and left his arms bound behind his back. His clothes were tossed away and shredded, his body and naked and trembling; he was completely overwhelmed, defeated, and in the devious clutches of a man nearly twice his size and three times his strength.

It was the closest he’d ever get to being taken by a werewolf, and his cock was actually spurting precum at the idea of being pulled onto Zech’s larger, thicker tool.

“You look terribly nervous, Forest. Isn’t this just what you’ve always wanted?”

He was going to demand that the smaller canine act like he was as excited as he appeared, but Zech knew that Forest was paralyzed with a unique blend of genuine arousal, and less genuine fear. The twitching of his length precluded him from moving, until Zech took a seat on the edge of the bed.

With ease, he lifted Forest, sliding his paws under the pits of the German Shepherd. His touch forced a deep tremor of excitement through the smaller creature, but all of that tension left his body as the warmth of a soothing tip pressed against his pucker.

“Try not to cum too quick, okay? You’re leaking so much that I’m almost worried about sticking it in there…”

In one sense, Forest wasn’t trying to play the role of the nerve-addled captive, but he could do nothing in the face of such incredible strength; the sex appeal was just a fringe bonus to everything else that Zech brought to the table.

With that much alone, he would have been able to win Forest over, but the completed package left the submissive canine so pliable that he settled onto the impressive, flared tip easier than he could have imagined.

Though there was no pain in that moment, the pressure he felt was an unexpected delight, as the weight of it moved past his entrance. His tailhole was spread wide, but the way that the tip just kept moving further inside was all it took to silence Forest…even when he felt his backside settle in against Zech’s lap.

“That’s one stroke,” Zech pointed out. “And it was the only warmup you’ll get.”

Forest was just starting to find the words to compliment the larger beast when he felt a new weight against his muzzle, pressing in against his lips. Passionate heat stole his smile in the form of a kiss, but Zech wasn’t worried about using perfect technique, right then.

The act was bestial and sloppy, showing a side of the hybrid that only came out when someone appealed to his most basic instincts. He was still in total control, but he created the illusion that the opposite was the case, and for his part, Forest could only tremble around the perfect girth inside of him and believe the display.

A long, slick tongue brushed across his cheek and stained it with saliva, a deep throb forced his body to squirm in the platform of the hybrid’s lap, and thick, hulking arms held his lower back, bouncing his entire weight with such ease that Forest wondered if his body had been hollowed out from the inside.

He knew Zech was strong, but all of that ferocity was just coming from the arms of the larger man; he worried that he might be torn in half if the coywolf ever started using his hips to go a little deeper.

“If it’s too much for you…”

Zech paused. He stole a gaze from Forest and saw that the smaller canine was almost blank of mind, but there was just a hint of a grin plastered on his face, unfaltering even when Zech decided to give a quick jab from the hips.

“Too fucking bad.”

The first real thrust into the waiting canine was enough to force him to suck in a sharp gasp, but he wasn’t able to make an offer of praise right away. His fangs sunk into his own lower lip, but even when he opened his maw once more, there was such a high-pitched squeal that the sound didn’t register to Zech.

If it had, he might have gone a little easier on Forest and allowed him to enjoy the slow, subtle ride for a little bit longer.

“In fact, I’d wager that I’ve been going a little too easy on you, haven’t I?” he asked, feeling only the slightest clench around his cock from the inside. “You’ve barely made a sound since we started! What kind of werewolf would I be if I finished you off without even getting a peep from you?”

Forest gulped. “W-wait, that’s no-

“No, no…it’s much too late for that,” Zech cut him off. There was a moment of shared regret as the hybrid lifted Forest from his member, followed immediately by an inward pride as Zech watched his submissive partner gaping from even a gentle penetration. “You wanted the full werewolf experience, right? I’m afraid I haven’t held up my end of the bargain, but I’m not going to keep you waiting any longer.”

As if it was honest work that he prided himself on, Zech refused to let Forest go any longer without gasping with the kind of pleasure he hoped to feel. Naturally, the smaller canine was already trying his best to keep quiet and enjoy the ride, but he could feel how much he’d already been stretched and pushed to his limits.

He was genuinely fearful for the first time since they met, but his entire body was quivering with anticipation as his face hit the covers and his ass was hoisted up from behind.

“Werewolves might be bigger and scarier than every other beast out there, but we still like the classics,” Zech explained. “Nothing wrong with bending you over like a proper bitch and taking you the way that nature intended…we just like to use a little more…panache.”

With his arms still bound around his back, Forest couldn’t do anything to prevent his cheek from tumbling into the pillows, and his legs didn’t have the proper balance to fight back as they were spread into position and kept there. His tail lifted before he had a chance to deny his instincts, but Zech didn’t waste time teasing him about his willingness.

He simply took advantage of the opening as he knelt behind the smaller canine, using the same approach for the first thrust as he did the previous time…but the new angle and the full weight of his body behind it left Forest to make a muffled cry into the sheets.

“Didn’t really hear that,” Zech murmured, but his grin widened all the same as he felt his sack bump into Forest’s body. “But I felt it through the covers…you’ve been holding out those moans, haven’t you?”

Forest could only barely look back at Zech, but when he did, he saw the illusion of a werewolf that would gobble him right up, if he gave the wrong answer.

Believing that honesty was the best policy, he offered the meekest nod, but he couldn’t steal his gaze back from the larger beast. He was captivated by the hybrid’s approach, and staring up at him with such wonton desire kept him loose and limber for the next thrust.

His gaze did ultimately leave Zech’s for a moment as his entire body lurched forward, thrown off balance by the weight of a real, canine push. Hips drove with utter disregard for the smaller creature, but just as Forest became used to the entire, impressive length fitting inside of his ass, he felt an emptiness; it pulled back so rapidly that he worried his insides were being shifted by it.

Claws raked down his sides as paws wrapped around his tummy, and Forest gasped as he was nearly lifted from the bed by a proper mounting. His cheek rolled against the pillows as he looked back and saw Zech hulking over his back, keeping his hips close and commanding his body to remain steady with a grasp that couldn’t be denied.

Large, gritted fangs and a laser-focused stare completed the illusion that Zech was a werewolf in a breeding mood…and there was no one else around to take his seed.

“I’m…r-ready…”

Forest could barely manage the words, but as he felt a nip at the scruff of his neck, he found new motivation to lift his backside into Zech and yield to his thrusts. The coywolf was moving at such a rapid pace that it could only be described as canine, but the impressive depth of every pass meant that every inch of his cock was being worked by tight, eager muscles, right until his sack swung forward with the full force of his body.

The sound of the act filled the room as Forest began panting and whimpering, but he couldn’t be silent anymore. The extra lubricant of precum within helped to move their pace along, and as the hybrid took out all of his sexual frustrations on Forest, the German Shepherd felt himself barreling closer to an orgasm, without a single touch upon his own twitching manhood.

His fantasy of being taken by a nearly feral creature was almost complete, as he felt a knot swelling up against his well-fucked tailhole. Though his pucker was stretched wide by each thrust, he couldn’t imagine gaping wide enough to take something so huge…but he wasn’t limited by his imagination anymore.

Legs trembled, lungs burned, and a tongue slumped against the sheets as Forest did his best to relax under the driving weight of the beast above. Everything working in tandem, along with the brutally firm passes of Zech’s hips, finally pushed the knot past the initial resistance of his rear entrance.

His ears flattened at the schpop of it sealing inside of his body, and his jaw, already hanging, clenched back up for a moment as the first, impossible gush of cum filled his insides.

“That’s…j-just the first strand?”

Zech was growling ferociously at the back of his ear and nipping at the tender base, but his hips, even with their tie completed, refused to be completely still. He was still rocking back and forth atop the smaller canine, working all the pleasure he could out of his intense climax.

The sheer volume of his load, however, left the slender tummy of the German Shepherd to show just the tiniest bulge through his flesh and fur.

“Fucking hell, Zech! That’s…t-too much…I can’t take it! _Nnnnff! Fuck! _”

His own release was timid by comparison, as his cock twitched at the air and threw ropes of long, sticky seed across the covers, but Forest hardly noticed his own mess landing in his fur. He felt like he was being drowned from the inside, and it was a fate that he happily accepted.

After finding such a satisfying partner, however, Zech wouldn’t let it all come to an end like that.

He showed comfort and care after revealing the ferocity within, keeping his arms around Forest’s tummy. He lifted up gently on the German Shepherd and kept him held in close to his chest, before rolling on his back with a slow, easy turn, keeping his length buried within and maintaining the tie.

A quiet, soothing moan escaped his lips and tickled Forest’s ear, but the only words that followed were a brief, exhausted “Thank you,” before Zech began drifting off to a pleasant, easy sleep.

With such powerful throbs continuing inside of him, Forest would need a little longer to drift off, but as he became used to, and eventually fond of their rhythm, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fall asleep without them ever again.