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Being the military was enough for Robin. Having come from a long line of military grunts, the seven and a half foot tall tower of bernese mountain dog was no stranger to the call of war, his father and mother, having been army brats themselves, had raised him to understand the importance of serving in the interstellar space fleet and being able to adapt to life beyond the sphere of their home planet. This adaptivity had helped greatly during the war with the Squilikans, a group of tentacled monstrosities which seemed to be out of an H.P. Lovecraftian tale. Having been almost bred from birth to endure both physical and mental hardships, Robin had taken to his military training like a bird to the sky, and although he had never rose in the ranks, he was an asset that every commander loved to have under their thumb when then shit got thick.

However...now the war was over.

The Squilikans having being taken out by some classified weapon that the higher ups in the military didn't feel that a grunt like him and his other squadmates needed to know about. Fine with him. That just made it easier to do the job he had been trained for when there no...complicated orders that needed to be filled. Robin thanked the gods of war that most of his COs were competent enough to understand what he and soldiers like him were meant for, and so the bernese mountain dog had walked out alive when so many others didn't. That wasn't to say that he didn't have his own scars to bear underneath the fluff of black, white, and brown fur, but where many had fallen to their wounds he had merely shrugged them off and took his leave from duty with the same indifferent air that had served him well during his tour in outer space.

What bothered Robin now was that he wasn't sure what to do with himself.

His last CO had given him the usual congratulatory bullshit that they had been told to by the higher ups, not to mention the fat paycheck that for his dedicated service, yet...it didn't satisfy the bernese mountain dog. He knew that he probably had H.I.S.S, or high intensity skirmish syndrome, a state that had probably emerged early on during his first tour but had been suppressed thanks to the constant training that his COs liked to put grunts like him through when not on call. The psychologist that he had been mandated to see after the war had given him the all clear though, so that shouldn't be right. Then again, the government appointed specialist had made a side comment about him finding a twenty-four hour gym to frequent, so maybe that was her way of letting him off the hook without prescribing him a bucket full of medications to placate him.

Robin grunted as he sipped his rum and coke while watching a rerun of the college soccer game on the holoscreen in front of him.

Maybe some of the dissatisfaction he felt could have to do with the fact that Robin didn't know what else to do with himself now that he was relieved of duty. Of course he had signed up for the reserves, he was sure that he would have gone insane if he couldn't hear someone barking orders at him while he pushing himself through obstacle course made by someone with severe ADHD, but it still didn't feel like it was enough. The gym he frequented was a good stress relief for the times when he didn't have anything better to do, but all the pumping iron and yoga in the world just could seem to relieve him of the 'itch' he felt crawling just underneath his fur.

Speaking with his old man about his problem hadn't yielded a much better result as all the older bernese mountain dog could think to tell him was to try and find a hobby like he had. Yeah. Sure. Robin still had to fight from rolling his eyes every time he thought about him making model ships or working underneath the hood of a vehicle. The last time he had tried to fix a mechanical something had been when the cruiser he and his squad-mates had been trying to get off world on had decided to die a painful death just after he and his team had finished taking down a small battalion of Squilikans. Of course the group had decided to radio in for help hours later but all command could tell them was to 'figure something out'. That had been met with a number of rude comments, however, Robin, being the more pragmatic of the ground, had simply chosen to take out his frustration by punching the ship's control panel to get it work.

That it did was something he and his buddies who had managed to survive still laughed about, but Robin was sure that such techniques would not be suited as a hobby by any stretch of the imagination.

Maybe he should take his mother's suggestion and go on a cross country road trip? He had only been on their home world of Terra II for three months now and he honestly hadn't seen that much of the floating ball of mud and water in his thirty-two years of life.

Sighing while finishing his drink, Robin continued to think over his little problem all the way up until someone tapped him on the head with a tray.

"I'd ask why the long face but it would be kinda redundant at this point, right?" Robin flipped one of his floppy ears and then turned sky blue eyes to look down at the female who spoke.

"You know it Sammy," the chocolate furred collie giggled in that snarky way that made the bernese mountain dog want to bop her on the nose and then tell her 'no'.

"Well, if you're going to just mope around, why don't you go and grab a broom and help me clean this place up. I'm going to go and tell the boss to shut it down for the night." It was a Wednesday so the club Robin was working at was currently deserted. The owner liked to pretend that someone would always come no matter the day of the week or condition of the weather, but as the bernese mountain dog looked to his smartwatch he noted that it was already eleven thirty.

"You know, you've got to be one of the bossiest employees I've ever met." Robin chuckled before downing the rest of his drink. "And that's saying something."

"It's because I don't have to take crap from others that I'm the charming girl you've come to know and love." Samantha said while winking cutely at the taller canine.

Robin merely blinked.

"Or maybe it's because your brother is the owner?"

"Hmph, do you always have to ruin a girl's fantasy." flipping her long golden mane of hair from off from in front of her face, the green eyed collie fluttered her lashes at Robin.

"Stop it." the bernese mountain dog chuckled before turning on his heel. "You know that you've got no chance with me." Robin had made no big whoop about letting those who asked know that he was gay, however, that didn't stop certain females from trying to get a roll under the covers with him.

"Oh come on," Samantha pouted. "I just got this new hardlight strap-on I saw online last week and I'm dying to try it out." Samantha barked with a chuckle as she watched the much taller canine get up from the bar stool he had been sitting on; that the metal underneath the foam cushion groaned in relief was not missed by either anthros as they chuckled at each other.

"Sammy, I'd hurt you in bed, and you know it." Rumors had been flying around town for weeks now about Robin, most of them detailing the fact that the bernese mountain dog was like a hurricane in bed when he did decide to bottom. Going to the storage closet to get out the broom and dust pan, Robin chuckled as he fondly remembered the last guy who he had let take his tight tailhole. The rhino had been exactly what he had been looking for in a stud, big, beefy, and housing a cock long enough to punch his prostate with the intensity of a champion boxer. Yet once things had gotten going Robin's instincts had kicked in and soon he found himself riding the gray skinned anthro like an old world bull rider.

That he had flipped the two of them over so that he could seat himself onto the rhino's pelvis while biting down onto the other's shoulder wasn't so much of a shock to the other male as had been the moment when Robin's hips had gone into overdrive. Desperate moans and yelps flew from the other's lips as the shaggy canine rode him hard, the bernese mountain dog's eager hole thirsty for a taste of male spunk. That the rhino hadn't called him back after their first night together was not a big surprise to Robin, just another ten digits to erase from his phone and memory.

"And despite the rumors that I know are going around town, I'm still a gentleman." Robin finished while brushing the old fashioned straw broom across the tiled floor.

"I know, and that makes me want to take that nice ass of yours for a ride even more." the two chuckled as Samantha turned off the holo screen. The bernese mountain dog shook his head as he could feel the collie's shimmering jade eyes laser onto his tight rump as he worked, swinging said posterior back and forth, tail raised high in playful invite, Robin found himself enjoying the other canine's whimper of need as she crooned for something she would never have.

"Oh that reminds me," Samantha said just as she was about to cap the bottles of liquor which she had set out for the evening. "Did I ever tell you about that thing going on here in town?"

"You mean the fight club?" Robin had heard whispers of people like him who were looking for a little bit more excitement in their lives who had started signing up for an underground fighting ring somewhere downtown. While the bernese mountain dog personally had nothing against that sort of entertainment, it just wasn't for him. Not because he didn't think that he could hold his own - being an interstellar army grunt meant that sometimes you had to get up close and personal when your laser rifle decided that you surrounded by seven aliens in a crumbling space station was the right time to die - it just wasn't his thing. If he was going to fight, it needed to mean something, not for someone else's entertainment.

"Nonono! Not that. The other thing."

"Uh...Sammy, I can't read your mind, so what are you talking about?"

"Hmm, well, there's this place looking to hire guys like you for a photo shoot, if you're interested." That made Robin stop.

"Guys like me?" the bernese mountain dog cocked an eyebrow at that.

"I'm not sure. Little bro was saying that he thought that you might be interested, but you know how he gets around you." Samantha sighed.

Robin fought off a chuckle as he knew exactly what the collie was talking about.

Being a seven plus foot tall wet dream meant that little guys like his boss were often either intimidated by him or enamoured. The drooling Christopher had done during his interview had told the bernese mountain dog all he needed to know about the other male. And while the brown and white collie was indeed a cutie, Robin knew that nothing would ever come of it, and not because he was worried about his job. A bad experience back during his training days taught him not to go that route again; even though the odds of his boss getting taken out by a high powered rifle was next to none Robin didn't want to take that chance again.

"No, I don't think I've heard about this before." Finishing his sweeping, the burly canine went to throw what little dirt had accumulated into the dustpan into the incinerator.

"Hold on. Let me go and ask him about it." the collie began. "Hey Chris!" Samantha shouted drawing forth a brown and white furred head from the management room atop the stairs of the warehouse the club had been modeled into.

"Yea...HEY! Why are you cleaning up! It's not even midnight yet!" the younger collie yapped before marching his way down to the first floor of his club.

"Chris, it's dead. I'm bored. And Robin here wanted to know about that gig you told me about the other day." Samantha quipped while skillfully tossing the wine bottles in her hands onto the shelf where they belonged. That they didn't break was a testament to the woman's skill with making her tools obey her.

"Oh?" The green eyed male collie turned to look at Robin who had moved from sweeping to wiping down the surrounding tables, stacking the chairs onto them after he was done was now second nature to the bernese mountain dog.

"Yeah, so stop gawking at his tight ass and tell him already." Christopher let out a indefinable sound before shooting his sister a nasty glare. Samantha merely rolled her eyes.

"Um, yeah, right." Christopher coughed awkwardly before composing himself. "A friend of a friend told me that he was interested in big and buffs uniformed guys to work at a photo shoot that he was thinking of doing later on this week, that is if he could find enough people interested in the gig."

"What kind of photo shoot are we talking about here?"

"The kind where you'd be posing in nothing but your fur and a thong." Chris replied somewhat dreamily.

That made Robin stop and then turn.

"Oh, one of those kinds, eh?"

"Huh? Oh nononono!!" Chris shook his head rapidly while waving his hands into the air in front of his face. "Nothing like THAT. It's just something for a swimsuit catalog or something, I think. But don't worry, I'd never send you into an awkward situation."

"Yeah, mostly because you'd like him to put you into an awkward position, am I right?" both males turned to look at the female collie who was now wiping down her own counter.

"You know that I can shorten your hours for this insubordination, right, sis?" Christopher hissed, tail snapping at the air.

"Do it and see don't I open my own club with half naked waitresses just to spite you."

"Oh, so you're going to work at Hooters?"

"Heh, like you even know what hooters are, pillow biter."

Robin casually eased himself away from the bickering brother and sister duo, knowing well enough that their fighting, while harmless, was not what he wanted to be in the center of.

An hour later the three canines parted away with Robin heading down the darkened streets towards his apartment while Christopher and Samantha went to their respective cars. Jogging along the concrete in his military fatigues, the bernese mountain dog thought about the job that the male collie had told him about. It sounded easy enough, but at the same time did he really want to be surrounded amongst other half naked males for who knew how long while posing in front of a camera like some glamour model?

Getting to his condo thirty minutes later and then looking around at the clean, yet spartan looking den he had paid for, all Robin could think was...

'Why not? Not like this place is going to miss me.'

---

'Somebody shoot me." was all Robin could think as he found himself being trimmed and groomed by a pair of hands that seemed not to understand the definition of restricted access.

"Don't look so uncomfortable, darling," an effeminate corgi said as he stood onto a ladders while clipping away at the bernese mountain dog's fur. "I only need to take a little off the edges so that your fur will stand out when you get in front of the camera. Turn for me please." Obey the orders given without question, Robin shifted his body one hundred and eighty degrees before being told to stop. "And besides, you know that you military boys just love it when someone gives you a good pampering.

"Not this grunt." Robin growled.

"Oh? I take it you're one of those whose never had a pedicure before?" the sound of shears snipping and snapping bounced off the walls of the dressing room that the pair of canines were in made the bernese mountain dog's lips twitch slightly. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

"The only people who gets to touch my feet, other than my parents, are gonna be the assholes who stick me in the ground and bury me."

"Tsk tsk. Such a shame, and here I was all ready to stick them into some hot water."

Robin snorted, earning him a chuckle from the other man.

Nothing more was said between the two anthro canines until after the corgi was finished prepping the larger dog for the shoot. Once he was ready, though, "Alright, darling. I think that's it." Robin visibly relaxed as he turned to watch the corgi step down from the ladder. "You know where you need to go next, right?"

"'Round the corner. Third door on the left. Ask for Melvin."

"Ohh, I love a man who can both remember and follow orders." the corgi winked, bright blue eyes looking up into the bernese mountain dog's own sky blue orbs. Robin merely blinked. "Oh well, go on now. We don't need you to be late."

"Yes sir." Giving a small salute to the shorter man, Robin felt a faint smile peel at the edge of his lips as he listened to the other squeal.

Making his way from the dressing room and then down the hall where he needed to go, the seven foot army grunt noted both his surroundings and the various scents emanating from the walls. It seemed that whoever had set up the photoshoot gig had gotten enough military men for this thing as the hallway seemed to almost oozed with the musk of dozens of other males. Many of them in the prime of their life and probably gayer than a Mardi Gras parade as the scent of sweat, died cum, and male pheromones clung to the air like wet paint.

Getting to where he needed to be Robin didn't stop his tail from wagging as he looked over the orgy of muscle and fur which assaulted his eyes as he stepped into the white walled room. The scent coming from each other them told the bernese mountain dog that every male present was an alpha in his own right, all with the exception of one maned wolf that seemed...out of place for some reason. That said mounds of beefcake turned their heads to look to him, their judgemental eyes questioning his presence amongst them, only made Robin bite his tongue as he sauntered in, closed the door behind him with the back of his heel, and then strode over like he owned the place.

"I'm looking for Melvin." several smirks and nods of acceptance graced the bernese mountain dog before a black and white canine dressed in military fatigues the same as him decided to open his trap.

"He's coming." the husky voice of the slightly shorter wolf sent a shiver down Robin's backside. He instinctively knew that he could have a good time with this guy, yet the army grunt reined in his desire...for now. "He said that he just had to take care of something first."

"Yeah, probably his tailhhole." that got a few snickers from the crowd.

"So I'm not the only one here who thinks that this is gay porno shoot?" that thought had been bouncing around inside of his head for a while now, but Robin hadn't been sure until now.

"Oh that thought had crossed most of our minds, but so far there's not much to suggest it, despite the strangeness of the situation." a red canine with black horns interjected as he leaned against the back wall, the muscles within his army cameo twitching with every breath he took.

"Come on man," a massive donkey dressed in a marine uniform began drawing everyone's attention. "They got a bunch of guys together, and believe me, they only wanted guys for this, to come here, get naked, and then show off in underwear that'll probably be too small for most of us and you don't think that's gay?" the brown furred male heehawed as he reached down to heft his package which was large enough to make a number of tails wag in appreciation.

"I take it that you won't mind it if the guys running this show decide to have us hump each other?" a burly tiger dressed in an air force uniform quipped with a touch of apprehension lining his voice.

"Not at all. I'd really like to see who'd be the first to ride this donk."

"I rather pin the tail on the donkey."

Robin snorted as he listened to the various men within in the room begin to make casual innuendo amongst one another. Most of them he was sure could and would live up to the things that they were suggesting, however, he personally didn't see the point in posturing. If the people wanted them to fuck then just say so and let it be done with.He was sure that no one here would have a problem with either filling or being the filling within an all beef sandwich, well, with the exception of the maned wolf dressed up like a fire fighter.

The bernese mountain dog didn't know why but he found himself slowly gravitating over to the slightly shivering canine, his instincts shouting at him that there was something...wrong with the other.

A quick sweep of his sky blue eyes over the other revealed nothing physically wrong with the other man, though that didn't mean much; Robin had seen how mental wounds could kill a man just as easily as physical ones. Inching over to the other with slow and steady movements, the army grunted noticed how the sullen canine seemed to almost freeze in place as he came close to him before he turned his head to let out a quiet bark of anger. Robin stopped and then turned himself to lean against the white wall, a spare few feet in between him and the firefighter.

"First time doing this sorta thing, ain't it?" the bernese mountain dog asked even as kept his eyes on the other guys now bumping playfully against one another.

Whipping his head around green eyes stared desperately at the taller anthro before the crimson furred dog composed himself.

"Does it show?"

"Well, if your tail tucked itself any further in between your legs I'd think you'd be swallowing it right about now." Robin teased getting an irritated mumble from the other man. "Heh, there you go. Don't be so scared. You're in the safest place on earth right now with all us military boys here."

"I hope so," the six foot eight maned wolf whispered while looking over to the other guys who were now flexing for each other rather flirtatiously.

The bernese mountain dog found his tail wagging behind him as he casually looked over the finely chiseled form of the other canine; he had always been partial to red fur and the glossy crimson hue that the shorter male possessed made the military grunt aroused in ways he hadn't felt since his first fling in boot camp.

"Hey, this is much better than what most of us probably got in basic training."

"What do you mean?" Green eyes turned to regard Robin with a wide and almost innocent stare.

Every instinct within him screamed at Robin to grab the other male by the scruff and then kiss him until the other was left panting and breathless, but he held back.

Before the bernese mountain dog could say anything the door to the photo shoot room slammed open causing everyone in the room to turn and then begin growling.

"Sorry! Sorry!" a slim, well dressed doberman apologized while awkwardly hefting three boxes within his hands. Moving over to where a ignored chair and table were situated over by the camera equipment needed for the shoot, the brown furred anthro canine sighed wearily before turning to flash an award winning smile at the other men within the room. "In case anyone cared, I'm Melvin," the amber eyed canine introduced himself, his cropped ears and tail twitching happily. "And these are the thongs you guys will be modeling for me."

Opening one of the boxes the six foot four dog pulled out a number of various colored undergarments, all of which looked WAY too small for the muscular men that slowly began to swarm him.

"What are they made of?" the black and white wolf that had first spoke when Robin entered into the room asked as he stretched the material to the limits of his width without it snapping.

"A new silicone material which contours around the edge of any male's hips and package without the threat of tearing or chafing." Melvin said proudly.

"Did you make these?" the donkey questioned while pulling off his navy uniform.

"Yes, and hold on before you put them on." Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the dobie. "I wanted to do some before and after pictures for the company that I'm working for."

"Which company is that?"

"A new outfitting chain called Impression." that got a few odd looks from the surrounding canines. "Hey, don't ask me about the name, I'm just working with them for the catalog that they want to get done."

"Must be a new business if they're hiring someone not affiliated with their company." the red canine with the horns quipped.

"From what I researched they're really small so this is a good chance for me to both profit off of them and get my designs out into a larger market." Melvin replied honestly.

"Heh, you'll make a good businessman if you've got that kind of attitude," Robin said with a chuckle.

"Hopefully. Anyway, we're burnin' daylight here, so let's do this!"

The shoot went smoothly once Melvin had his equipment set up, the buff military canines loving the attention that was shown on each of them as the doberman flashed the camera across each of their tones forms. The fact that the doberman was confident in himself eased their alpha male instincts and made it so much easier for everyone present to get along once the smaller man began to bark out orders on how they should and should not pose. Though, it may also have been due in part to the fact that they all had that obedient spark within them that the canine didn't hesitate when Melvin ordered them to slowly strip out of their uniforms to pose in nothing but their fur. Robin was amused at how even the slightly twitchy maned wolf he hovered around got into the groove of the shoot as he swung his his body this way and that while smirking almost saucily at the camera.

Robin's nose twitched desperately as he caught the thickening scent of the other males within the room as they all began sweat under the lights surrounding them. Unsurprisingly it was the maned wolf's potent odor which seemed to call the bernese mountain dog, sky blue eyes had found themselves darkening as they greedily drunk in the sight of the slim yet muscular form of the other man as he shimmied his way out of the heavy pants he had been wearing.

Robin was going to make sure to get the other's address once this was all over with.

That Melvin didn't seem to mind the fact that he was half hard by the time he ordered Robin to strip down only served to heighten the arousal that the bernese mountain dog felt. Some of the other guys made a few comments about his half hard shlong but nothing that he cared to acknowledge. Instead, Robin reached down to roll one of his hand filling testicles within his palms while thrusting his hips forward into the camera. A few hoots slapped at the air at that, yet in turning to look out the corner of his eye at the little maned wolf the bernese mountain dog found his excitement dying down as he noted how the other seemed to be actively trying to ignore him.

When it came time for them to slip on the thongs most if not all of the canines found themselves growing partially erect, it didn't help that the smooth almost rubbery feel of the silicone strapping itself around their pelvises drew out a level of comfort from within them all that bordered on the sensual.

"Man," the donkey from earlier spoke out loud as he marveled at the sight of his larger than average equine cock filling the synthetic material to almost disbelieving proportions and yet contained him without issue. "I'm going to have to get some of these before we leave, it's been a nightmare trying to find underwear that'll fit guys like me."

A few murmurs of understanding filled the air at that. Being big and tall as most of them were it made it somewhat difficult to find undergarment that would fit around their girths, often times the commercial stores didn't have anything that could fit most of them. Buying custom was usually murder on the wallet, especially when you had to be out for weeks on end with no washer for miles around, yet it was often the only option if one didn't want to try and stitch together something from old shirts that had seen the wash once too often.

"If any of you are interested I'll give you my contact information so we can make something happen." a round of approval echoed throughout the room at that. "Alright. Alright. Let's get back to it. Anyone who stays around after I've paid them I'll take their numbers and other information and place it in the data log on my laptop."

After that it was back to showing off for the camera. Most of the guys were directed to pose in different manners ranging from doing their best impression of Mr. Galaxy to posing as though they were about to wrestle with each other. Robin noted that the maned wolf seemed to get the more tame instructions, a good sign that the doberman could sense the underlying nervousness within the firefighter, as the shorter male was made to simply stand against the wall with his arms behind his head. The bernese mountain dog was eager to reach out and trace patterns across the other canine's chest and torso, the muscles hidden beneath the glossy crimson fur just begging to be worshiped, but he held back. Something telling him that now was just not the right time.

By the time the photo shoot was done with Robin found himself panting in need. Trying to hide his desires was at this point a futile effort, his sixteen inch knotted cock was harder than red titanium, pre dripping from the tip as the scents and energy within the room seemed to just beg for him to either submit or dominate one of the men in the room. However, his training forced the larger canine to control himself so, much to his displeasure. Thankfully the shoot ended minutes later.

"Thanks so much for this, guys!" Melvin said while passing out envelopes to those who had decided to show up today. "I'm sure that Impression will love this pictures."

"If not, then you're welcome to sell mine to whatever porno studio is will pay the highest for them." the donkey hee hawed making some of the others burst out laughing.

"Hmm, I just might." the doberman replied somewhat thoughtfully as he looked over to where the black and white wolf and red and black horned wolf were passionately glaring at each other . 'Anyway, that's for later, for now, you're all dismissed. You can keep the thongs as a thank you for a job well done."

Murmurs of gratitude swept through the air as the military boys got their clothing back on. As said earlier some of them passed on contact information to Melvin for later on, however, Robin was more interested in catching up to the maned wolf that was quickly exiting from the room. Awkwardly stuffing himself into his pants, the bernese mountain dog hurried after the other.

'Poor guy must have just realized what he had done.' that thought made Robin slow down for a moment, concern that maybe the other wasn't ready for what he might try to offer.

But then something...some instinct made him kick himself into high gear to get after the other. It was a good thing that he did because just as the larger canine found himself tackling to the ground a red sports car trailed down the sidewalk with three police cars chasing after it, though thankfully actually on the road and not the side of it.

"ARE YOU OK?!?!" Robin asked even as he snapped his head up to look around at the onlookers who were gawking like fish out water. Sky blue eyes looked down to see that the smaller man was nearly in tears, his body quaking somewhat desperately. "Hey, it's ok. You're alright now." whispered the bernese mountain dog.

Pulling himself up, Robin flipped his head backwards and forwards to make sure that no others cars were coming before he knelt and then hefted the other canine up onto his feet. Patting the maned wolf down Robin guided the unnamed canine down the sidewalk towards the bus stop.

---

"Thanks again for earlier. I..."

"It's okay, Donnie."

The two canines found themselves seated on the number eighty-three bus together, Robin having paid for the both of them as the maned wolf was still slightly shell-shocked.

"That's one of the reasons that I stayed an army grunt, to protect guys like you."

"Heh, and here that's why I became a firefighter." the red furred male rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Who knew that I'd almost bite the dust on the street instead of a burning build." Robin could see how desperate the other was to make light of his situation so he chuckled at that bad joke, even though on the inside he wanted to cuff the other for such an unfunny comment.

Silence lingered in between the pair as they rode the bus to the end of the line, the driver pulling up to the bus station to let everyone off.

"Um, thanks. I...think I can get home on my own from here." Donnie said even though he failed to pick himself up from his seat.

"Are you sure?" The firefighter said nothing for several seconds before shaking his head. "Then why don't you come over to my place for a while until you've settled down." that made green eyes turn to look at the other owlishly. "Unless you've got someone waiting for you at home?"

"N-no. It's just me and my feral dalmatian, and my neighbor is looking after Kurtis for me."

"So then..." the offer hung in the air like a with the same intensity of a gong being rung.

"Promise not to rape me if I do?" the maned wolf chuckled fearfully.

Robin's jaw just hit the floor.

"Where did that come from?!"

"I've seen how you've been checking me out since the photo shoot. I know what you're really after."

The bernese mountain dog was about to bark out a rather rude reply but before he could the bus driver shouted at them to either get off her bus or pay for another ride. Snapping his jaw shut Robin didn't say anything as he slowly got up and then stormed off.

The larger canine was to where the train would dock when someone grabbed him. It was sheer instinct that prevented him from turning to jackknife the other.

"I am SO sorry about that. That...REALLY didn't come out right." Donnie pleaded while wrapping his left hand around the taller dog's bicep.

"You know, the bad part about all of this is that if I had half the mind to do so I wouldn't feel bad about it right now. Later, most definitely, but not now." Robin spat.

"I apologize, but I know that you've wanted me since the photoshoot and I've just had a bad experience with bigger guys before." the maned wolf explained honestly.

"Huh?" it was the cute way that the bernese mountain dog cocked his head to the side that broke the tension between the pair.

"I...I got raped once before by someone in college." Sky blue eyes flew open at that. "I've gone to counseling to help me get over it and thought that the photoshoot would be a good way to get over my fear but then I saw how hard you were as you kept looking at me and...I...went back to that night." Green eyes grew watery as Donnie released Robin so that he could take a step back from the other.

"Wow. I...wouldn't have called that." the larger canine admitted honestly. "But I still don't appreciate the comment."

"I can imagine not." Donnie chuckled while blinking back his tears.

The two men stood there for several minutes, neither one knowing what to say next. However, when they heard the train coming both dogs turned to make their to where the dock was. Getting on just as the doors were opening, Robin reached around the maned wolf's shoulder, noting the tension that seized the other, and then guided him to an empty seat far enough far enough away from prying ears to continue with their earlier conversation.

"I know this is gonna sound really odd, but care to explain what I just walked into?"

Donnie bit his lower lip, his green eyes now no longer teary, though they were extremely red. "I...was stupid. I got drunk back in college with a couple of guys I thought I knew." the firefighter began, remembering the words that his counselor had told him about learning to open up and not be afraid to let others in again. "One of them put something into a beer I had cause the next thing I knew I woke up tied to a bed with thr...three guys standing over me." quivers took control over Donnie's body as the nightmares came back to haunt him with an almost savage delight. They were quickly dispelled, though, when a strong arm gently swept him into the musky, sweat soaked chest of the other male.

"Let it out. That pain you're holding in." the bernese mountain dog whispered gently but authoritatively. The maned wolf snapped his eyes shut and then nodded.

A few minutes later Donnie continued with...

"One of them, I can't remember his face, or maybe I don't want to, but he...he got on top of me and then started t-to...fuck me. He fucked me on the bed and I couldn't stop him." Donnie growled his tail snapping behind him even as he drew closer into the other larger canine. "He didn't last long, thank the gods, but he managed to get his knot in me and then came. Campus security must have been alerted by someone at the party because a few minutes later he was being taken out of me and then arrested. At least I think that's what happened. Whatever they gave me messed with my memory of that night, but not the feelings I had. Those actually were enhanced enough that I had troubled washing myself down there without thinking about what had happened. My therapist told me that those were normal reactions for a rape victim to have but I just..." the maned wolf babbled, his mind seeming to jump to random bits of information before diving off to something else.

Robin merely listened without saying anything, his earlier rage having transformed into protectiveness as he took in the pain that still lingered within the other man.

By the time train got to his stop Robin found himself with a near boneless maned wolf, Donnie having let out so much that his mind and body seemed to just surrender to exhaustion.

"We're at my stop." Donnie mumbled a reply but didn't do anything more. "Do you want to come home with me, or should I take you home?"

"Could you take me home, please?"

"Sure, which one's your stop?"

"The one we just passed." that made both canine chuckle.

"Want to get off and catch the other side before it comes?"

"We can just wait until this one gets to the end of the line and switch then, if you don't mind?" the maned wolf asked while snuggling himself into the larger canine's bulk, his head resting within the v of Robin's chest.

"I don't." the bernese mountain dog replied before settling himself back into his seat, his tail lifting up to wrap itself around the no longer shaking firefighter.

When they actually had to switch trains Robin carried Donnie over to the other train, the maned wolf having fallen asleep on him. The firefighter remained asleep even as the army grunt carried him off the train and then down to the bus depot. Calling for a taxi, Robin sneaked the maned wolf's wallet from his pocket, pulled out the other's driver's license, and then directed the cabbie where to take them. Twenty-three dollars later the bernese mountain dog was pulling the other man's keys from his pocket to open the front door of Donnie's house when a loud barking made his flip and ear. Turning, sky blue eyes noted the sight of a well kept dalmatian racing up towards him, the feral canine's lips fluttering from around his pearl white fangs as he looked to the stranger so close to his master's home.

"Kurtis! Get back here! Your daddy's not...oh hello." a tall and lanky looking cheetah said while blinking up at the mountain of muscle before him. "Who are you?"

"Robin Cartwright. I was at the photo shoot with Donnie here today." the bernese mountain dog answered honestly.

Black eyes blinked as they looked down from the massive tower of canine to the sleeping dog within said canine's arms. A bark made the spotted feline jump.

"Calm down, Kurtis. It's okay." the unnamed feline said as he knelt to rub at the agitated feral's back. "Um..."

"I'm going to put Donnie into bed and then I'm going to leave. If you want to call the cops because you don't trust me then you're welcome to do so. I'll wait for them."

"Wow, that's...a first." the cheetah gawked. Robin merely stood still, mindful of the lump of fur and flesh curled up within his arms. "Um...you go and do that. I'm going to take Kurtis here back home with me." the cheetah clipped a leash he pulled from his pocket onto the incensed dalmatian's collar and then huffed as he dragged the other away.

When the other anthro was out of sight Robin turned to do as he proclaimed that he would. Getting through the medium sized living space in the dark was a bit of a challenge but the bernese mountain dog didn't want to turn on the lights in fear of disturbing his still dozing companion. Once he made it to the master bedroom though, Robin placed the other man onto the bed, and then turned to go about his way.

"Hey..." Robin stopped just as he was about to close the door to the room. "...leaving so soon?" a tired voice inquired.

"I didn't think it would prudent for me to stay, not after I told your neighbor that I would be going once I saw you safe on your bed."

"Hmm, thanks, but...if you don't mind, would you stay with me? I think Joseph wouldn't mind, really."

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" the larger canine asked even as he pulled himself into the bedroom.

"Yeah, just...could you..."

"I'll stay on the floor so you don't wake up startled."

"No. I...I meant..." the maned wolf moved over so that an open invitation could be provided for the other anthro.

"I don't want you to be scared if you wake up and don't recognize me."

"My counselor said that I should try to find people that I could trust to help me manage myself better. I think you helping me back home proves that you can be trusted, though, how you did that when I didn't tell you my address I'm too tired to guess right now but I'll figure that out in the morning, I promise."

Robin chuckled.

Watching the other pat the empty space on the bed, the bernese mountain dog went over and then settled himself onto the king sized mattress, though giving the other canine enough space to feel comfortable beside him. It was several minutes later when easy breathing told Robin that the firefighter was asleep. Closing his eyes and then counting backwards, the army grunt allowed his senses to quiet themselves before he, too, began to doze off. The feeling of the smaller man turning and then curling into him sometime later that night made the bernese mountain dog snap his eyes open, however, when the only sounds to come from the other were quiet whispers Robin smiled and then fell back to sleep.