Predation. Chapter Eight.
Story by Roofles on SoFurry
Predation Chapter Eight By Roofles Getting back that night was far trickier than Travis thought it would be. Out behind the club, Travis was struggling to keep Shaun up on his lap as the coyote remained knotted within the sheep. Travis used the nearby dumpster for support, making Shaun twitch as his rear end touched the cold metal. The small flinch was all it took for the sheep's ass to squeeze around the coyote and nearly KO Travis to the ground as his knot was squeezed tightly. "Sorry." Shaun whimpered in a drunken stupor, coming in and out of it as he clung to Travis's body underneath the wool sweater the coyote was still wearing. "You're fine, babe." Travis' knees nearly buckled as he felt Shaun squeeze around him once more. "Just go down already, why are you still so horny!" Travis growled at his knot, hugging Shaun close to his chest. Travis had his arms wrapped around the sheep as if he were smuggling Shaun out of a store. Shaun held him tightly; legs still wrapped around Travis's waist. "Travis..." Shaun baa against the coyote chest. Travis rubbed and stroked his back with a hand, soothing the sheep down. "Sorry." "No, no. You're doing just fine. You're not the problem. You're beautiful and perfect and I've been wanting to do this for weeks now." Travis quickly explained. He nuzzled and nosed at the sheep, trying to reassure Shaun that everything was okay and fine. Shaun wasn't the issue here. It was the canine's cock that wouldn't listen. The feel of that plump ass squeezing him, milking his dick made the coyote's left leg tremble. If Travis didn't know better, he'd swear Shaun was doing this on purpose. Looking out of the alleyway, the coyote made sure the coast was clear before doing his best to carry Shaun out with him. His pants had been crudely pulled back up and buckled the best he could given their situation. Shaun's pants were slung over the coyote's shoulder as Travis held Shaun up, bent forward slightly to try and hide him from view. Then Shaun squeezed again. "Travis," Shaun moaned softly and Travis nearly tripped as he half jogged down the street. A part of Travis wanted Shaun to stop. The other part of him wanted to go for round two. It felt so good. The coyote loved this. If they weren't in the middle of downtown, Travis would've started up again. Humping after knotting was becoming Travis's new favorite past time. Just not in public. It was only thanks to their size difference Travis managed this. Shaun was almost half the size of the coyote. The sheep standing just a couple of inches of half of Travis's height. Where Travis was tall and lanky with a lean muscle to him, the sheep was short and thick. It helped them in this case. Shaun kept his powerful legs locked just above the coyote's tail. Helping with most his weight as the coyote pulled the front of the sweater down, again, over the thick sheep's rear. Travis was panting for all the wrong reasons as his dick throbbed again. The secretiveness of this, the feel of Shaun against his chest was making the canine drool. It was all too stimulating and Travis had to stop, holding a nearby building as his nuts tightened and he squirted again into the sheep's ass. There was so little left that the coyote's toes curled as his nuts clenched painfully close to his body. A whimper left his lips. "Are you okay?" Shaun asked and Travis nosed him again, licking at the sheep. "I'm great. Never been better." Travis lied as he tried to keep his jelly legs from giving out under him. Travis wanted to stay in the alley until things settled down. That hadn't been the case. One thing led to another, and they ended up starting round two when someone came out of the nearby building with a bag of trash. Travis didn't react as well as he should have. His predator brain was in full control after nutting in the sheep. His first instinct was to run away with his captured "kill," and the coyote did just that. Pants halfway down his legs, Travis ran out into the streets with a drunk, trembling sheep in his arms and his knot shoved so far up Shaun's ass that he could taste. The streets weren't exactly deserted as the nocturnal animal species came out to start their days. The coyote nearly ran a raccoon over, trying to pull up his pants in the process. The startled trash panda didn't even know what he was looking at as Travis shoved his balls back into his underwear, the sheep's ass hanging down like a spare tire as the coyote quickly distanced himself from curious eyes. Travis was fussing with his belt, trying to use it to help keep Shaun balanced. A difficult to impossible task with the sheep still softly bleating. That combined with Shaun's squirming was only making what Travis had already shared with his partner, leak down from the sheep's inner ass cheeks and drip onto the coyote's pants. The feel of it, the smell of his release in the air was making the coyote's fur stand on end. Travis had to mentally fight himself from dropping onto all fours right there and keep going. It was only the other people on the street that prevented the coyote from giving into those dark cravings. "Stop squirming, please." Travis whined as he felt his cock throb again. "I'm going to collapse." The coyote was panting, eyes half lidden as a lustful fog fell over them. He wanted to shove up against this building and continue what they started. To hold him, squeeze him and cover him inside and out with his scent. It made his balls hurt with need. Travis's toes curling as his tail wagged quickly, teeth gritting tightly. This was not how he wanted their first time to go as Travis paused in a store's doorway, holding Shaun close. Trying not to hump against that thick ass. Travis nearly gave in when the door next to him slid open. Someone stepped out of the store, locking the door. They paused, looking at him. At them. Travis quickly turned back down the way he was heading and walked with a slight bend to his back. His hands were on Shaun's ass; his body curved over the sheep's front. Travis knew he looked like a panting, drooling mess and didn't care as he snarled at someone who got too close. His fur was up in places, matted in others from sweat. He must've looked like some kind of druggie with the way he was acting. Saliva running down the front of his chin, eyes wide and ears perked up. Hunched over as he smuggled something, someone underneath his shirt. Snarling and biting at anyone who got too close. Most ignored him. It was the city. It was nighttime. Very few people even gave him a second glance as he quickly made his way with the stolen sheep back to his place. If he lived any farther, Travis would've risked taking a taxi. He was almost there. His shoes crunching over the icy snow over the sidewalk. Turning down a side street, cutting through an alley and then there was his door. It was a beacon in the dark and Travis could cry as he hurried across the street, leaking further out of Shaun's ass. His fingers typed the code onto the keypad through muscle memory alone as the coyote pushed the door open with his hip and carried Shaun inside. "Sorry." Shaun muttered. Travis pet over him, holding him tighter. Tight enough his nails were digging into the sweater. "You're fine baby." Travis gulped, waiting in the elevator. He used the handrail for support as his back began to ache. "I forgot how long I knot for. Been so long..." "Did I..." "No, sweetheart. You're fine." "Okay." Shaun muttered against his chest, fingers gripping at it. Thick fur slid between his hoofed fingers as the two waited for the elevator to rise to the proper floor. "Last week would've been trickier." Travis chuckled. "Why?" "The elevator was broken." "Oh." Then a lingering silence between the two fell until the elevator chimed. "We're almost home, sweetie." Travis said as he quickened his step down the hallway. Rushing as fast as he could like someone with a bag of grocery threatening to rip. He was leaking in the hall and would have to sneak out later tonight to scrub down the floor with a wet sponge and dish soap. "Why do you keep calling me that?" Shaun grumbled and the coyote's ear flicked. "What?" Travis asked, fumbling with his keys at his apartment door. "Those pet names." The sheep complained. "I'm trying to find one you like." "Oh..." Shaun blushed, holding Travis tighter. It made the coyote's cock throb again and Travis had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from moaning at the way Shaun craved his touch. Pushing closer to him. At one point he was sure Shaun was head butting him, softly. And the coyote was beginning to enjoy it. It was the nuzzle that got him. The way Shaun pushed his snout against his chest made the coyote's heart skip a beat. The need in it. A small soft lamb cuddling closer to the big predator. Maybe not for protection. Shaun sought his warmth, his comfort, his company and it was that... and that alone that made Travis's tail stick out, fur bristling. That someone else could seek him for that comfort. "Babe. Don't chew on my fur." Travis laughed as he pushed the door open. Shaun was idly chewing on his fur as if it were grass. "No. Tasty," Shaun muttered and the coyote rolled his eyes as he shut and locked the door. His apartment was small and messy, shared with the two lynxes. He took the living room and they took their bedrooms. It only took a couple of careful steps through the mess to get to the pull-out sofa that Travis used as a bed. Travis collapsed, front first, onto the pull-out sofa inside the messy apartment. Shaun made for a good cushion, a good pillow and Travis began humping it, him, gently. He felt Shaun under him. Travis loved it. Loved pressing down his weight over the smaller male as he held him close. With arms and legs, Travis stayed like that for several minutes as he lost track of time. His cock throbbed. It ached at this point. He didn't care, growling softly from the dull pain. He'd been milked dry and was still trying to push something out as he humped the sheep with slow, dragged-out motions that shook the spring mattress. "Travis?" Shaun voice was muffled against his sweaty furry chest. The sheep pulled close against him. Shaun could hear Travis's ragged breaths come in and out as his fat knot twitched again. The coyote's heart was racing. Beating loudly against his face. Shaun felt the coyote hump him again and shivered. He felt small and helpless as the predator used him like this. Dominated him. It made a shiver run up through the sheep as new kinks began awakening inside his head as the coyote pressed his heavy body further down against him. Shoving Shaun's short snout into that fur. The smell was strong. A combined mixture of the vanilla fur shampoo Travis had used that morning, combined with the day and the unique aroma of the coyote's musk. It smelled spicy and warm. Making Shaun's heartbeat faster as he felt the heat, that musk, rub over his face. Marking him. Covering his body. Shaun could smell him. Feel the coyote give him another soft hump. It made a sound build in his chest. The sheep hated that sound. It was such a stereotype of his species. He covered his mouth with a hand as the bleat escaped him between parted fingers. "Baa," Shaun made the noise and the coyote paused. Then continued, faster than before. Shaking the pull-out bed, the sofa and making it drag over the carpet slightly. "That's right. Make that sound for me, sheep. My sheep. Make that sound for me." Travis muttered not even fully comprehending what he was saying. Not fully as Shaun was trapped under the horny canine. It was hot. Shaun didn't know another person could feel like this. For their body to feel so warm that you were the one sweating pressed up against them. It was hot and musky and sweaty. It was gross, but for some reason, that only turned him on more. It was primal. It was raw. Shaun knew Travis was sharing that with him. His heat, his musk, his body. It was disgusting and he loved it. Travis didn't stop and Shaun didn't want him too. The sheep clung around Travis's chest, pulling him down with every hump. It made him shiver. Made Travis shiver above him, tail wagging as Shaun joined in with him. "That's right, I'm here. Hold me. Squeeze me. Pull me down on top of you." Travis snarled, growling low as his gums lifted to reveal his fangs. Arms and legs around him, Shaun was caged by the coyote. Shaun had never felt so safe in his life. He blamed his instincts on that. The need to be protected. The want behind it. To have someone big and strong, like a ram, be there for him. But this was different. Travis wasn't a sheep; he wasn't a ram. He was a coyote, a predator, and that smell coming from his body was a mixture of hunger and lust. It made Shaun sweat, and not just from the heat. "Travis." Shaun muttered and the coyote humped him again, hearing his name from those sweet soft lips. "Shaun." Travis answered. "I'm scared." "I know." Travis swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth. "I can smell it." "We shouldn't be doing this." "I know. We shouldn't." Travis didn't even deny it. There were so many things here, he wasn't even sure which one specifically Shaun was talking about. Nor did he care. "But we are." Travis humped again, wanting to make this night last even a minute longer. "We are..." Shaun agreed, feeling the coyote buried deep inside him. He felt full and fat and stuffed. Stuffed by another man. A predator. It made him squeeze in resistance against the intrusion, against Travis. It only stimulated the coyote further. That resistance, that squirming struggle underneath the larger male. It was making Travis's body react in ways even he wasn't familiar with. The predator on top of the prey. Pinning down, trapped. Travis was understanding why so many people referred to them as prey. And he loved it. "That's right, baby. You want me out but I'm not going anywhere." Travis nuzzled the top of Shaun's head. "Your all mine," he said, licking his drool covered fangs. "I'm on top. I have you. Your my prey." Travis humped against, against that resistance. "Ah, fuck, Travis." Shaun squirmed and the coyote held him down. Using his bulk and weight to keep him firmly pinned. Travis growled. "Keep struggling. It won't help," Travis's toes curled and Shaun panted against his chest. The coyote waited. Waited for Shaun to tell him no. To tell him to stop or push him away. Shaun didn't and the coyote's growl grew in volume. "You love this, don't you?" "I do." Travis's tail wagged faster. "Good." Travis humped and arced his back as he pushed in as far as he could. Holding it there. Shaun grabbed him, grabbing Travis's fur and hide with those hoofed fingers. It hurt and the coyote growl only grew from that. Travis eased up, resting on his elbows as he continued to hump Shaun's ass. The sheep huffed and panted, lifting his legs up, spreading his thighs a little more and the coyote shuddered at the beautiful sight. "What if I ran?" Shaun suddenly asked. Travis paused hearing it as another shiver ran through him. He knew Shaun was blushing, feeling the warmth seep into his body. He was sweating now from the heat. They both were. From the feeling. The sound of that rumbling growl coming from in front of his face. The coyote's chest rumbled softly, and it was both terrifying and comforting. Shaun wasn't sure how that worked. How this worked. Why did his body react one way and then the other? He was afraid of Travis and loved that he was. It hurt to have his hole used like this yet didn't want it to stop. Travis was heavy and Shaun wanted to pull him closer. "If you ran? I'd chase you." Travis panted at the dark thought, his lips lifting as his ragged breath filled the otherwise quiet room. Travis resumed what he'd been doing. "I'd hunt you down. Chase you no matter how far you ran. Panting and drooling the entire time as I followed your sweet, musky scent." "What would you do... when you caught me?" Shaun asked and he felt the coyote react inside him. A throb, a sexual heat as the tip leaked from the words. Building things up anew and getting rewarded for it. Shaun wasn't sure who was more turned on by this. The sheep or the coyote. "I'd pounce you. I'd knot you, like this," Travis licked at Shaun's head. "And I'd drag you back here. Hold you all night. Humping you..." Travis humped. "You love to hump." Travis humped. "I do." Travis didn't deny that. He felt open with Shaun. Free to speak his mind, to say what he wanted while being acutely aware of the sheep's reaction. Shaun wanted that. The smell coming off the sheep told him that much. He knew it wasn't that simple, that easy and Travis was walking a dangerous line through a minefield that could blow up in his face if he didn't choose his words, and actions, right. The fear was palpable and Travis breathed it in feeling that taste go straight to his cock that throbbed again. "Cover you... in me." Travis gritted his teeth. "Is that a canine thing?" Shaun asked. Travis had to hold back a laugh, smiling at the idea of the two of them talking like this. Bonding like this, with his fat knot shoved up Shaun's ass. Humping the smaller male pinned beneath him. "Yeah. I'm sure others like it too," Travis humped. "I just. Really like it." Shaun blushed, hearing that as those arms tightened around in him a stronger hug. Travis paused. "You okay in there?" He asked. "What? Inside your shirt? Oh yeah, I'm having the time of my life. Might make this a second home. Put a lamp over there, a nice chair here..." Shaun grumbled and the coyote's tail wagged. "Asshole. I just asked a question." Travis nipped at him and he felt Shaun head butt his chest softly. That got a laugh from the coyote. "What did you expect me to say? Yes, Travis, I loved being roughly shoved under your shirt, knotted while you lay your heavy ass on my body?" The sheep headbutted Travis's chest lightly and the coyote's smile grew larger. "You'd love my fat ass on you." Travis smirked and he felt Shaun squirm. It was great. He loved watching the sheep struggle, confined in the sweater he was wearing. He needed to buy a bigger shirt for them to wear. Buy one made for a hippo or something and keep Shaun trapped inside it all night. "You are not sitting on me, Travis!" Shaun warned and the coyote felt his ears perk up. "Your scrawny ass would hurt." "Unlike yours," Travis humped Shaun to emphasize his point. That thick ass was the most perfect thing to hump. Travis had never found something that could match Shaun. "My ass is not fat! I'm just... stocky." Shaun blushed, grabbing at the coyote again. "Fuck, your cute." Travis said, his voice colored with amusement. "Shut up." Shaun head butted him softly again. "I'm trying to punish you for this." He did it again. Soft thumps against the coyote's chest that made the larger male chuckle. "Yes. You are doing such a good job." Travis pet the back of Shaun's head. "You got enough air under me?" "All I smell is you." "Good." Travis grin widened. "That isn't good! You need to shower more." "No." There was a moment of silence. "Do you like the way I smell...? Do you want me to shower more often?" Travis's voice was soft, holding the sheep close. It was clear he was willing to change what he needed to try and make this work. Shaun clung to Travis's chest as he listened to the sound of the coyote's heart. It had calmed down, but suddenly spiked. Beating quickly. Thumping against the side of Shaun's face as Travis began to worry and fret. Despite the way he acted, Travis was clearly listening to everything Shaun did or thought or cared for... It made the sheep snuggle closer. "Conditional." "The fuck does that mean?" Travis rolled onto his back, pulling Shaun on top of him. He could feel himself softening. His dick was about to pull out of that plump ass, and it would be such a mess. The coyote didn't show a sign of moving. He laid there, breathing heavily as he held Shaun close. Shaun felt so good against his chest. "It means!... If we hang out with your friends or... others. You need to shower." Shaun said, making sure to draw some lines in the sand. To set some kind of ground rules for whatever this was becoming. "And after work! And before..." "You're going to make me so clean. It's going to feel gross. Next, you'll ask me to brush my fur." Travis groaned, resting back. "Then delete my porn collection. Fuck, having a boyfriend is rough." "Boyfriend?" Shaun tensed and Travis smirked at that, waiting for the reaction. "Wait... what do you mean porn collection?" "One second..." Travis held Shaun's ass, groaning as his cock softened enough to slip out. He felt the heat drip down onto his balls and loved it as he pulled Shaun closer. "There we go. Yeah, I got some porn. I also have a few toys if you want to see. We could share." "How are toys and porn related?" Shaun asked and Travis wasn't sure what to explain first. The coyote tipped his head back and laughed. Covering his eyes with a hand as he laughed at how strange this situation was. The innocent, naive sheep and the lewd, unwashed coyote. "I am going to corrupt you so much. If Alicia doesn't first." Travis sighed, resting back with open arms on the crummy pull-out sofa. The springs hurt his back. He couldn't afford something better. It stunk of Travis. There was a growing pile of used laundry next to the bed the coyote had been ignoring. These things had never been a problem before. Until now. Travis worked hard enough to cover his needs. His own needs. He hadn't need to worry about another person before in his life since he moved out of his moms. Travis still sent her money when he could to help. That was family. This was different. It was a first for Travis. For Travis to want to change his situation, to try and make things better. There had been others, sure. Travis had dated several different guys, but he hadn't tried all that hard in those relationships. They were fun or wild or safe. There might've been one person he thought to build a future with someday... this was different. Because it was the first time Travis thought of getting a better job. To try. He had gotten through life drifting by just fine. The coyote in class passing with just above average grades. Making just enough money to cover the bare minimum expenses. Nothing to boast about, nothing to complain about. That was Travis. Now he wanted to impress someone. That was a first. To buy gifts for no reason? To remember special dates. Planning ahead for dates and romantic outings. Travis wanted to know Shaun's schedule. To see if he could get a job that worked around that. So, they could spend more time together. Travis post nut clarity usually ended with him kicking the other guy aside and pulling the covers over himself. Other times he'd shower as soon as possible, wanting that funk and smell off his body. Not like this. Laying there with the sheep dripping over him, thinking of a future together. Not just for sex, but to make Shaun happy. What did he like? What did he want to do? Was he okay with this situation? Travis's eyes roamed the room as these thoughts came and went with no clear answer. The coyote's eyes grew more concern as he looked at their trashy apartment. There was empty take-out containers forming a pyramid in the corner with a growing pile of energy drinks. It was next to their shared PC. The one the three roommates had to share while Liam saved up for a personal laptop. Then there was the dishes overflowing. They had begun buying disposable plates and cups because they were all too lazy to do the dishes. Each complained it was the others' turn or that they had done it last. It was the same story every time and it was easier to buy the cheap plastic sporks and buy takeout than deal with that roommate argument, again. Travis's ears splayed out as he saw the mess of his clothes. They were scattered around the room. His dirty laundry was piling up next to the hamper. Travis had tried to toss a bundled-up shirt into the hamper and missed. Since then, he had just been adding to the pile on the floor as if out of spite. Wearing the least smelly shirt on his days off, if he even wore anything at all. "Travis?" Shaun spoke up and the coyote's ears folded back in shame. It had been a long time since Travis felt shame for anything he'd done. "You, okay?" "Why do you ask?" "Your heart is racing..." Shaun said. "And you aren't humping me... so...?" "Oh." Travis licked his suddenly dry lips. "Was thinking. That's all." "What about?" Shaun asked and Travis wasn't sure if he wanted to tell him. To share himself, yet. A part of the coyote was afraid of scaring the sheep off with how lame Travis was at the end of the day. He put up a front, an act. He was aloof and cool. He didn't care about these kinds of things. But he did. Travis cared if Shaun saw it. Travis was only beginning to realize that. "It's nothing." "Oh." An uncomfortable silence began to grow between them. Shaun shifted, as if to move off. Travis wrapped around him, resting his chin on top of Shaun's head within the sweater. Still refusing to release the sheep just yet. "If I knew you'd be coming over, I'd have cleaned up the apartment. That's all." Travis muttered, his voice low and meek. "Didn't you know I was?" Shaun asked, thinking about their plans. They were supposed to go on a romantic date and then come back to Travis's place for the night. That was before Alicia got involved. "Right." Travis winced. A part of him... "A part of me thought you wouldn't." Travis admitted. Speaking his thoughts out loud. They were uncomfortable to hear, even to his own ears that splayed out. "Wouldn't what?" Shaun pressed kneading a hand against the coyote's chest. Travis hated that he loved how it felt. Being rubbed like this. It was like being petted, but Travis couldn't admit that. He loved being petted by Shaun. "A part of me worried you wouldn't want to come back. After our date..." Travis stared up at the ceiling, watching the rickety ceiling fan wobble as it spun. He'd need to replace that. Travis didn't mind if it fell on him. He minded if it fell on Shaun. "Why wouldn't I?" Shaun asked and Travis shifted under him. "Hey?" Travis asked instead of answering. "Yeah?" "I'm going to take my pants off." Travis stated and began to pull his pants down. Shaun shifted on his lap, rising up with the coyote's hips before settling back down. Shaun waited for Travis to take his wool sweater off, to let the sheep breathe clean air again. The coyote did not remove the sweater as he hugged Shaun back against him. "Much better." "Is it?" Shaun laughed. "You're naked already." Travis shrugged. "No, I'm not." Shaun said and Travis thought that over. "No, you wouldn't be naked... Since you're still wearing my sweater." The coyote teased and he felt Shaun head butt him again. "Dumbass." "Yeah. Yeah, I kind of am." Travis muttered, groping Shaun's ass with a hand. He pulled the used blanket over their laps. Travis made sure to keep Shaun's plump ass sticking out of the sheets so he could fondly and rub it with a hand. There was a moment of silence between the two. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. It was somewhere in between. Rocking back and forth that fine line the two of them walked. "So... You play games?" Shaun asked lamely, already knowing. "Yup." Travis shifted, turning to his side and forced Shaun to go along with him. Travis rested his arm around the sheep. "Hey," Travis lifted the front of his shirt, looking inside. "Look at this." Shaun went to move out of the sweater and the coyote growled. "No, no... Come up through here." Travis tugged on the top of the sweater open. "My big head won't fit through that." Shaun frowned, glaring at the coyote smirking down at him. "That's what she said." Travis grinned and Shaun frown only grew larger. "Really? How old are you." Shaun rolled his eyes, disappointed. "Twenty-five." Travis answered and Shaun blushed. "Oh." The sheep muttered. A moment passed. "I'm only nineteen." "Does it bother you I'm older?" "Not... exactly. No." Shaun said. "It's hard for me to tell." "Tell what?" "How old a coyote is." Shaun said, looking up at Travis. He wiggled his head and the coyote pulled on the top of the sweater, ripping it slightly, as Shaun poked his head out. Turning around, the sheep faced the same direction Travis was. The coyote held him. Travis placed a leg over Shaun's. He kept him close as he held the handheld console in his outstretched arm. Shaun wasn't even sure where the coyote had grabbed that from. "We're different..." Shaun said, wanting to start up talking how hard it'd be for a sheep and coyote to be together. A conversation the two had been avoiding at all cost. "That's okay. It's whatever. That kind of thing doesn't matter." Travis turned the console on, and Shaun watched the bright light before it switched over. The tiny coyote chibi waved at the screen before Travis controlled it to run around through the colorful apps on the device. "That kind of thing doesn't matter." Travis repeated, more to himself than to Shaun. "What does matter?" Shaun asked and Travis rested his muzzle between the sheep's ears. "This." Travis said as he laid there with the smaller male. "You wanted to watch that new movie that came out right. The animated one?" "Yeah! My parents said I couldn't. They said it was the gateway to drugs." Shaun rolled his eyes and Travis laughed softly. "I'm a bad influence." Travis said opening up the movie app using the small coyote chibi that tapped the button. "No, you aren't. They're just overprotective." Shaun came to Travis's defense, and it oddly felt good. Really good. To have someone defend him for a change. The coyote didn't have a pack or strong family bonds like that. People didn't rush to a scavenger's defense. It felt good to have someone else in his corner. "You're not a bad influence." "Well..." Travis didn't mention how he got Shaun to drink, to sneak out or the fact the two had unprotected sex. The coyote had done so many things with the sheep and Shaun wasn't even aware of how bad some of them might be viewed by others. "Well, this movie isn't exactly legal." "Like porn?" Shaun asked and Travis laughed. "No, you dummy! I meant it's pirated." "There aren't pirates in this movie." Shaun frowned at the screen as the choppy visuals for the movie began to play. "Why does it look so shitty?" "Shaun! You're killed me," Travis slapped a hand over his face, laughing at the sheep who squirmed against his. Travis growled. "I'm not letting you go." He held Shaun tighter. "You're being mean!" Shaun laughed though, despite Travis getting on him. "What do you mean it's pirated. I don't understand. Why do it look so cheap and shitty?" "Okay. What kind of movies did you watch back home?" Travis asked, needing some more context into Shaun's life. The sheep thought about it. The two resting back. Shaun's back against Travis's chest. "Well... they were mostly movies sanctioned by the church. Or, like, home movies from others in the church or neighborhood. We didn't really watch movies. Oh! Do those Claymation movies count?" Shaun asked, getting hopeful. He felt like such a dork around the coyote. Shaun didn't know what Travis saw in him but was glad for these chances, these moments to see the world outside the fenced pastor of his home. Travis eyes widen, trying not to laugh. He'd have to tell Alicia about this if the lynx didn't already know. "No. Those don't count. I'll show you some real movies. We'll take it easy. We'll work up to the gorefest ones." Travis was convinced that Shaun wouldn't like those, but a part of the coyote wanted to watch them with Shaun. Have the sheep cowering against him. Maybe Shaun would want to hide in his shirt. The idea of that made the coyote's tail wag. "Oh. Okay then..." Shaun muttered as the movies began to start up. "What about music?" Travis asked. "What about it?" "Here." The coyote paused the app, going back to the home screen to open the music app. "I'm going to play you some of the stuff I've been listening to lately. It's a bit intense. Let me know what you think." Travis navigated through the console as if he'd done it a thousand times before. Finding the song list and searched for the name. "Here." "Who are they?" "The Vixen Sisters. Love them." The coyote turned on the video. "They're lesbians that broke away from the norm and play heavy metal covers of famous songs. Now, they do their own stuff. The lyrics are great." Travis grinned. "Let me know if it's too much. I know you like Slaughter of the Lambs, but this is a bit more... sexual." The music started up and Shaun's ears jumped up, before folding back. He blushed, trying to act tough in front of the coyote as the lesbian fox sisters sung above eating people out in public, toying with men and woman alike in various sexual positions and then it actually got into the kinky stuff. "I can handle music." Shaun complained and Travis smiled. "If I can handle you, I can handle this." Shaun said. "Sure, you can, babe." Travis chuckled and watched Shaun watching the video. Wanting the sheep to like it. Travis ended up laughing as Shaun's mouth fell open watching the video. "Wait. What did she mean "eating you out behind the trash cans of your boyfriends' shop?" And why is she dressed like a wolf?" Shaun had so many questions watching the two vixens dress up and hunt down men. "I thought you said they were lesbians!" "That's the best part. They are." Travis laughed. He rewound the video and paused it. "See. Redd here loves to dress up as a big bad wolf. It's a reference to big corporations and how the man is always the one in charge, hunting others down. Her sister Roadkill likes to address the poverty of the different species and calls out the misogyny of society by sleeping with guys girlfriends. Every one of their videos have like three-hour long video essay. It's kind of a reaction to it but the guy I watch, Tiger Swift, loves them and he's extremely insightful. We could watch that..." The coyote began to put on one of the very buff tiger's videos. Pausing the music app, Travis swiped over to a media player and began playing videos posted by the largest tiger Shaun had ever seen. Shaun's eyes widened seeing the extremely masculine tiger wearing an extremely feminine outfit. "Hey Tigers, welcome back to another one of my videos." His voice was deep and Shaun shivered slightly, making Travis smirk. "Yeah. Dude's fucking hot. I love it. We'll have to watch some of his videos where he tries on long socks." Travis tail wagged quickly. If Shaun was into this, then the two of them could cuddle and just watch dumb Furtube videos all day. "Long socks?" Shaun asked, confused. Travis was already searching through the videos. The coyote was like a pup in a candy shop. He couldn't sit still. Cycling through the videos and fast forwarding them, only to rewind them a bit before playing. "Yeah. We call them long programmer socks," Travis laughed at some kind of inside joke. "The longer they and gayer they are, right? The better you know that programmer is." Travis found one and Shaun found his entire face blushing. Tiger Swift was standing, half naked, next to a chair. "Hey Tigers, welcome back to another one of my videos. Today I'm going to try on a gift from StepOnMePlzDaddy. Thanks for the gift StepOnMe!" The tiger with very thick thighs and gigantic calves began to slowly pull on the tight fitting, tight forming, tight sock that made Shaun's eyes turn into the size of dinner plates. "Dude has the best paws, I swear." Travis casually mentioned. It was a lot to take in. All of this. Shaun felt extremely warm. "You doing, okay? Your shaking." "Just. A lot. To take in..." Shaun muttered and Travis paused the video at the worse time. The extremely large tiger had his ass towards the camera, bending over to pull up the sock the rest of the way. "Why is he wearing a school uniform?" Shaun asked, blinking at the image of the tiger's ass pointed at them. The image was seared onto his brain. Even with his eyes closed, he could still see it. "Why not?" Travis shrugged. "He's extremely comfortable with his sexuality. Extreme!" Travis laughed. "That's just something he says. Dude is totally straight and married. He isn't insecure with his sexuality at all and helps a lot of people deal with theirs. He fights against toxic masculinity by doing things like this and donates a lot to charities." Shaun closed his eyes, letting out a nervous laugh. "I see. I'm getting secondhand embarrassment and this guy mentioned he was going to go to a cat cafe dressed like that." Shaun wasn't even sure what that meant. "Want to watch the video where he goes?" Travis asked and Shaun took a full minute to reply. "Yes." The two cuddled close as the night ticked on, neither caring about the time as they watched the entire series of Tiger Swift Daddy. "TSD is great. He is confident and open-minded; he helps a lot of people coming out of the closet and doesn't mind if you fap to him. His wife is totally cool with it too. She's a maneater. I don't care what anyone says that woman can slay." Shaun didn't understand half the words Travis had been using for the past hour and half. He just enjoyed this. At one point the two had to go clean up in the bathroom. Shaun wasn't expecting Travis to come inside with him. The coyote helping him clean up the mess they had made. Travis wasn't bothered by any of it and even offered Shaun to shower if he wanted to. The sheep had refused, wanting to get back to watching videos. Shaun wasn't ready yet to admit he liked smelling like the coyote. Travis was more than happy to accommodate him and his needs, staying close wherever Shaun went. At another point during the night, Alicia returned with Liam. Liam was completely out of it, and his sister carried him to his room. Dropping him off before coming in and joining them for another half hour before calling it a night needing to go to bed herself. "Work in the morning. You get it. By the by, nice ass Shaun." Alicia said, winking at Travis before wiggling her fingers over one shoulder. "Night, night." "How long has my ass been hanging out!" Shaun covered his face with Travis's pillow as the coyote laughed, petting him on the back. Even now the sheep's ass was sticking up and out. The coyote had to resist the urge to bite it. "It's fine. It's better than fine! You have a great ass, should be proud." Travis grinned as Shaun peeked out to look at him. "Really...?" Shaun looked at his strong thighs and plump ass. "Most sheep are bottom heavy. It helps us run and jump..." The sheep ran a hand over his hip and thigh, around over his ass. Travis watched with large eyes, trying not to drool at the sight as Shaun laid on his side. "Am I fat?" "Yes." "What? Fucker!" Shaun swung one of the pillows at the coyote. Travis dodged it, laughing. "It's a good thing. Honest!" "Who calls someone fat in a god way?" Shaun grunted as Travis rolled over on him. "You're the fat one." The weight of the coyote pressed down on his back, against the spring mattress. "I'm big boned. You? You're fat." Travis chuckled as he nipped playfully at the sheep's ear. "I've never had such a cushion before while humping." "Thanks." Shaun rolled his eyes, very gently, head butting the coyote with the back of his head. "It's true!" Travis eased off. "Once when I was young. When I was just a pup, right? I put two pillows together and, like, tied them up so I could hump between them. I thought that had the best cushioning! I was wrong after being inside you. Your ass made for the best airbags." Travis grinned. "If I was ever in a car crash, I hope your booty would be the thing to save me." "Fuck you." "Just the very best mattress." Travis went on. "Stop! I will bite you," Shaun laughed and giggled as the coyote nosed at him, squirming and kicking his legs out. "Not if I bite you first." Travis growled hugging Shaun tighter. Squeezing him, holding him and-, "Travis. Can't. Breathe..." Shaun winced and the coyote eased up. "Heh. Sorry. Sorry..." Travis panted, open maw, tongue curled. His tail thumped on the mattress behind them. "Got a little too worked up." "I can tell." Shaun rubbed an arm, wincing slightly as he laughed along. "You, okay?" "I'm used to it." "Used to what?" Travis frowned, getting jealousy of the idea of Shaun doing this with someone else. Before the logical part of his brain could ease his agitation, Shaun made it worse. "We get hit all the time at camp." Shaun shrugged and turned back to the video. "Want to keep watching." Travis put the console down and looked at the sheep. "What?" "They hit you?" Travis could feel his fur bristling. He kept his breathing even as he waited for Shaun to explain. "Yeah, I know it might sound bad. But it's just kind of how it is! You know..." Shaun said and it was Travis that changed their position. The coyote gently pulling the sheep out from under him and held Shaun by the arms, looking at him. "Okay, so you don't know how it is..." The sheep muttered, realizing this wasn't a silly fun moment but a serious one. "Explain." Travis said, commending himself for not flipping out right there and then. "Well, see. Sheep can tend to, uh, wander. One reason why we stay in groups. Problem is, if someone veers off from the group. The group is likely to just... follow. You know, sheep. The shepherd of the flocks' job is to keep things on path. That's what they call it. On path. Like a shepherd guiding their flock. Some don't use the shepherd's crook, some do. My last summer camp, the counselor did to keep us from straying from the herd." Shaun tried to explain, wincing every now and then as he recalled certain things that might be taken as wrong. "The newest guy is great, though!" "The new guy, huh?" Travis flicked an ear. "The shepherd's crook was mostly used by the older members of the clergy. The pastors, or pastures, they kind of interchangeable in the Harvest Church. You know pasture... sheep pasture. Pastor..." Shaun gave an uncomfortable laugh as the coyote continued to look at him. Shaun quickened his words. "The pastors keep everyone together for our safety. The older ones tend to be a lot angrier and more aggressive about it. You know the type. Preaching the old gospel. Yelling and preaching about burning in hell if you stray from the path. The new counselor isn't like that at." Travis's ear flicked again, he wasn't sure why but the way Shaun talked about them bothered the canine. "He's very kind and friendly and doesn't use harsh words, threats of damnation or physical force. Uh, the force is more like a bonk from the cane. Not like a full swing!" Shaun chuckled nervously. "Mitch isn't like that." "Mitch, huh?" Travis's ear flicked once more. "Yeah! Mitch is great. He's a border collie. Super friendly and energetic. A herder. You know, the guys who keep a flock from straying. He helps keep everyone together. He's been great especially for us younger guys." Shaun gushed and Travis felt his lip quiver. "The older generation prefer the older traditions and ways. Saying that we're losing our culture." Shaun rolled his eyes. "It's been a lot better now that they're letting others in. They've pulled back on a lot more of their aggressive, zealous ways. In another twenty years, maybe the Harvest Church will become mainstream. For all species... once all the hate has been gotten rid of." Travis nodded, not interested in organized religions of any kind. "Do you plan to stay in the church?" Travis bluntly asked and Shaun gave an eager nod. Then he hesitated seeing the look on the coyote's face. Shaun couldn't blame him. The Harvest Church was especially harsh on predators over the years. Only in the recent years with the new gospel did things calm down, preaching about working the fields and sharing the harvest with all, instead of hoarding it away for themselves. "I get there are a lot of, uh, questionable things about it. The church. Lot of bad press and a lot of things done by those in the church... but the majority aren't bad. Just misguided... sheep." Shaun frowned. "Are you looking into going into it...?" Travis wasn't sure he'd be able to handle that, but Shaun shook his head quickly. The coyote instantly began to relax. "Hell no!" Shaun laughed. "I might keep some of my faith from the teachings, like morals and such, but the majority of it can rot in the compost heap. I'm just saying somethings have changed. Just... not with my family." Shaun's ears folded back. "Last time I got kicked out. It was Mitch who gave me some cash to go to the PC cafe." Travis grumbled in agreement to that. He was thankful that Shaun got to visit the PC cafe. He just wished that he had known sooner, even if that didn't make logical sense. His predator brain was acting up and the coyote wanted to stake his claim. "Do you have Cashme app?" Travis pulled out his phone. Shaun shook his head and the coyote took his phone, doing it for the sheep. "Here. From now if you need cash, just type this request button and tell me how much you need." "I can't do that." Shaun's eyes widen, looking at the phone app then back at the coyote. "Nonsense. If you need money to come see me, it's the least I can do to help out. You're the one traveling." Travis said, passing his phone back. "We can get you a year bus pass also." "Travis..." Shaun blushed, wanting to argue against it. Travis waved off any complaints. "The only issue would be if you couldn't come see me because you were too prideful to ask." "Fine." Shaun conceded, rolling his eyes. "Fine, what?" Travis growled and Shaun blushed at the sound. "Fine, Travis, I will request money if I need it..." The sheep pressed two hoof fingers together, blushing at that. "Good boy," Travis smirked and laid back down. Shaun joined him and the two continued to watch Tiger Swift videos for the rest of the night. Watching the muscular tiger purposefully put himself into ever increasingly awkward situations to make some kind of point about male insecurities. The eye candy was worth the embarrassment Shaun felt, and the sheep fell asleep, tucked under the blankets, next to the predator not even realizing he was making a difference as the influencer was.