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Some of the contents of this story are Sexually Explicit in nature. Please abide by the law of your Country/State/Territory and do not read this story if it is deemed illegal for you to do so. Also, while my writings sometimes contain consensually shady, abusive or violent sexual conduct; this is for the purpose of fictional entertainment only. Don't assault or abuse (sexually or otherwise) anyone against their will: That stuff is not Okay. If you or anyone you know experiences assault or abuse; please reach out to the appropriate authorities.

Story and Characters © Hearted.

Also, a big thank-you to the wonderful and wonderfully talented Shaha for helping me edit my clumsiness.

Enjoy!

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Everyone has a fantasy.

We're not talking about the dream where you can fly, or the million dollar house and car with the perfect partner and kids. We're talking that naughty thing that drives us nuts. For some, it's a deep and dark secret... a taboo. The neighbor you saw naked one time, that girl you knew in college that you just knew would do anything, a movie star; cheating, semi-consensual brutality, bestiality, bisexuality, threesomes. That little dark thing that somehow makes masturbating till your hand is sore more satisfying; The fantasy that plays in your mind during lackluster sex with that relationship you haven't had the balls to break off yet.

But for Hearted it was different. It wasn't just a fantasy that played on his mind whenever he wanted to jerk off. It was a hunger and ever since he was a pup he felt driven towards 'something'. His strangely religious aunt had always professed he had the devil in him. Maybe she was right. He was alone in the universe, and he was hungry.

Throughout his life it seemed to brought out the worst in people, despite the best of intentions. It started with being the one to circulate filthy language around the grade school classrooms by accident. Then it was fights, though he never started them but always ended up stepping in for the helpless. Drinking and smoking behind the high school chemistry labs - well okay, that one wasn't well intended. He soon learned the only way to avoid it was to be feared and a loner. It suited him fine. The bad boy with a kind heart, and he could hide that last part. It's not like his parents were around to give a shit. They were always off fighting, threatening to divorce, or just plain avoiding the domestic life they had wrought upon themselves with an accidental child.

As he reached adulthood his hunger had refined itself, molded into an acute need. Like a surgical steel dagger that stuck in his side. He had slept with sluts, with whores, with angels and with demons. Figuratively anyway. None of them helped. Throwing hotdogs down hallways or nearly breaking his dick inside a virgin - it was like Cinderella's fucking slipper.

He laughed at his own joke, staring down into his whiskey in shame.

It was a smoky dive of a joint, but something about it gave it a certain charm. The old leather booth seats, the old timey bar, the dusty rock jukebox, the fact people still smoked inside and no one gave a fuck. He smiled and downed his glass, as rough as gasoline, it burned. He paid a regular's price, but it was the cheapest of shit to start with. Motioning for another slug.

"Don't give me that face," The barkeep, a weaselly weasel man jibed.

"Then don't give me that bootleg bullshit from your mother's basement." The wolf winced as the smell hit his nostrils as the barkeep poured.

"Ah, you keep bitchin' and I'll have ter charge you full price."

"I would rather go toe to toe with Nex again." The wolf shot a glance to a burly mountain of a gorilla who gave him a smile as he chatted with someone by the door. The bouncer and the wolf were on good terms, but boy could the brute dish out some beatings. They both knew it.

He was the kind of security that could keep a place like this functioning with the type of crowd that frequented. Last time the wolf had been left standing in a brawl started by a group of assholes from out of town, it had taken the whole of 5 seconds for the Gorilla an almost effortlessly incapacitate him and throw all of them out onto the street.

Despite that, he liked Nex. Occasionally they would hang out and go fishing together. He never spoke much, but then again, neither did Hearted. It was hard to find quality company in a small town. Not that Hearted believed it would be any easier in a big city.

The wolf nodded begrudgingly at the barkeep, Steve, and took his drink to a booth in a slightly less smoky area of the bar. Empty of course, it suited him to be alone most of the time. Most of the time the thought echoed bitterly through his mind. This was his typical Friday night, a shitty bar with shitty liquor, but decent music and free peanuts. He wasn't a nine to fiver, but he liked Friday nights anyway: it was when the bar got busy enough that he wouldn't have to talk to anyone, but had plenty to observe.

He had just put his feet up on the table when a voice started him.

"Don't you know that's bad manners". It was almost musical, but had that sultry edge that perked his interest. His slaty aqua eyes looked up to find a thing of beauty staring at him, arms folded over the booth wall. She had black hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. Even her skin seemed to glow a little. That, or the eight or so god awful whiskeys were hitting harder than usual. Hearted made a deliberate show of readjusting his legs on the table.

"No one gives a fuck about manners here." His chest fur ruffled a little. Rethinking his words he was kicking himself for sounding so juvenile. "I'm sorry, I'm drunk." Though it was almost too far gone for that. The woman just smirked, rolling her eyes as she came around to sit down next to him, bringing a drink and just shoving his legs aside a little. His eyes couldn't help but roam quickly over her, becoming momentarily stuck on some sizable breasts. He covered himself by having a drink before she saw him ogling.

Nothing happened.

The wolf could smell flowers and fruits subtly emanating from this strange woman's perfume. He liked it. But the woman just sat there, idly playing with a straw in her drink. It was getting kind of weird.

"Uh, what are you doing?" He asked, awkwardly breaking the already awkward silence.

"Playing with a straw?" Again with that alluring voice.

"No, I mean here."

"Where else does one go to get a drink in a small town?" Was her tone of voice coy, or was he imagining it?

"No, here." He growled a little.

She burst into a laughter that sent a chill down his spine, it was like a waterfall of notes.

"I knew what you meant." The smile stopped. "You looked lonely." She took a sip from the fruity looking drink.

Lonely! He almost laughed. An almost hostile streak returning. "Listen, I ain't lonely. I'm alone - er - or I was; but there's a difference."

"Whatever 'bad boy'". She said her beautiful smile matching the sarcasm in the words seamlessly. His mane bristled as his nostrils flared.

"Watch your mouth princess."

"Or what." She looked at him... something in those big emerald eyes made the wolf stop short of a reply. She was challenging him. This wasn't some city bitch poking fun at him, it was a clever woman playing him like a god damn dog. He was sure it was the whiskey by now.

He lowered his eyes to hers, staring intensely. She just stared back, that stupid coy smile stuck on her face. He could already feel his blood pumping a little more intensely, he dared to lower his eyes to her chest, to which she responded only by shifting a little to push them out a little more. His eyes met hers again, had her smirk gotten even wider? Did she know what danger she was flirting with?

The wolf didn't know this girl. She was too pretty to be a hooker, unless she was from some fuck-off-expensive joint. She was too ... forward to be some innocent thing looking for a bit of danger. For all he knew it could end up waking up in an ice bath missing a kidney... but by this point his dick-brain had taken over and all he wanted was to see what was under that cocktail dress.

As though reading his mind she finished her drink and stood up.

"C'mon, I'm bored."

_I swear to fucking god - _Hearted internally berated his tail for its urge to wag like a dog's. He lurched up after her, his broad 6 foot something frame almost dwarfing the human as she lured him along with an invisible leash. She smiled at Nex, who smiled back. As Hearted passed he felt a big gorilla paw pat him on the shoulder, he had no idea why.

He began to fiddle for his keys when a small hand grabbed his paw.

"No, this can't wait." The other hand gently groped him. Stunned, the wolf felt his lust surge within him like a tidal wave, his sheath throbbing heavily against the material of his jeans. He let out a low growl as he rounded on her, picking her up and shuffling behind the buildings into a dark ally. It wasn't a big city, there were no muggers waiting for them as he shoved her up against the wall.

She grunted at the force, but showed no alarm. To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his and began to kiss him. It sent a shiver down his spine, and for a brief moment he found himself lost... but he regained himself, and he had rules. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her back to break the kiss.

"None of that" to which she just responded by pulling up her dress and hiking a leg up over his hip. There weren't even panties under there. Again, another surge of lust rushed through his veins. He rumbled as he struggled to unbuckle and pull down his jeans and boxers, success was apparent when his thick, heavy lupine cock slapped right against the flesh above her sex. Before he could react, she had grabbed it with a cool hand and virtually impaled herself on it.

The wolf sucked in a breath as his head spun a little. It was as though this woman was able to read his very mind, or the animal instincts taking over. He could feel those tight, surprisingly wet, lips parting for him. With her hand eagerly guiding him he couldn't help but thrust instinctively. They let out a cry in unison, the kind of noise that comes from hot pleasure mixed with pain. most of his length was inside, and her free hand was clutching at his back fur almost as hard as her silky tunnel squeezed him.

Fuck it was tight. Not virginal, but for the wolf it was Goldilocks right. Without even a thought, his hips began to saw back and forth. Various gasps and moans came from his 'victim' with each slip of that turgid cock against her walls. Little by little she began to relax and he could press and push deeper and deeper.

With one deep thrust, the entire length of his veined cock pressed up into her and he held it there with a satisfied grunt. He could feel their individual throbbing and twitching form some kind of strange dance. He looked at her, this beautiful little thing, pressed up against the wall of a dark alley way by her neck, and even so she was trying to profess how full she felt as she clutched her arms around him.

His cock spasmed and his hips followed with a jerking thrust. His blood was beginning to boil - no one stopped a wolf at this point. As it was she seemed to have no intention of doing such a thing as she swore under her breath at how big he was. He began, powered by little more than instinct to get as deep inside of her as he could. Heavy, forceful thrusts that pushed her up the wall and slapped her taint with his large, furred balls. The sounds of wet, fleshy pounding echoed a little in the dimly lit ally. Faster and faster he humped into that delicious hole.

"Oh fuck me doggy!" She all but screamed. It surprised him, but only served to encourage as he gripped her neck tighter. He suddenly felt her back arch and her cunt convulse around him. He felt fluids drip down onto his sack and he growled in lust. This hot little slut had just cum on his cock, and he wasn't even done yet.

He growled, each thrust now showing more desperation as he pushed as deep as he could before drawing back out. The base of his dick had begun to swell and tugged nicely each time he pulled back. Again and again he hammered home. He could feel his claws just pierce skin as he unintentionally tightened his grip again. In and out, faster and more erratically with each passing second.

His other paw grabbed her leg and almost tipped her up as he hammered her into the wall with a few deep and erratic thrusts. It had been a while since he had even relieved himself, and the sheer perfection assaulting him this night was proving too much.

He could feel his load welling up as his knot began to inflate further, white hot pleasure began to throb through him. It took all of his control, all of what was his mental power to pull back with a wet pop before he started unloading thick, hot cum into her. His knot throbbing outside of her folds harmlessly.

She let out this wavering, high pitched moan and he could feel her tunnel pulling and milking at him, begging for each wave of puppy batter. He whined, unloading a week's worth of pent up seed into this beautiful stranger. It seemed to go on forever before he felt the veil of bliss leave him and he was left in the afterglow. He opened his eyes to find she was looking at him, smiling drunkenly.

Something tugged inside of him, but before he would dare give it thought he cleared his throat and slipped his still hard dick from her. A deluge of cream followed it, and the woman gasped lewdly. He finally let go of her neck, leaving a clear imprint as she slipped down from the wall.

"Y - you needed that..." She panted.

The girl then stood on tip toe to kiss him on the cheek. Again with that perfume. She smiled, adjusting her dress before slipping a piece of folded paper into his paw.

"That's all I wanted." She said in that ever sultry, musical voice, turning to walk away.

Hearted shook his head as though to clear it, watching her limp gracefully (as strange as that sounded) out to the taxi rank. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to call out, to ask her to stay... but he knew that would just seem weak. He watched her get into a cab and disappear into the night.

He realized his softening junk was on display, quickly shuffling his jeans back on he stumbled out to the street light. Straightening out the crumpled piece of paper in his paw, he squinted at it: It was her name and a phone number, followed by a kiss in that seductive red lipstick;

Amy.

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