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The clash, clamour and chaos, a true hailstorm to be caught up in. Everything continued on, never ceasing for even a moment of recovery. It was a disorderly mess of barely structured bedlam that drove headlong towards a sheer cliff-drop without even knowing. Only the bravest of souls dared even attempt the heroic feat of standing their ground and fighting against the tidal-wave of madness. The last Friday of the month. Pay-day had come only the day before. Suddenly, the hard working ladies and gents of the town had an influx of cash that must immediately be spent. And what better way than to head down to the local pub.

It was an unnerving experience for a first-timer, especially considering he'd only been a few weeks on the job. The spotted dog wasn't quite sure where to put himself; everybody seemed to need attention for one issue or another. He watched with nervous eyes the rest of the more experienced staff attend to their tasks with an ease that the lad couldn't help but be jealous of. It was his first job and he was keen to make a good impression or at the very least not a bad one. Snapping out of his statuesque posture he busily rushed into the kitchens. There were orders to fulfil and food to be delivered out to the hungry working members of the community.

Even as evening progressed there was no chance for a breather as the orders kept piling in. The boy was getting pretty good at weaving around the customers, ferrying plates of steaming food to their intended destination, returning with armfuls of dirty dishes to be put through the wash. At no point was tonight easy, with how busy they were, mistakes were naturally being made. Wrong table. Dirty cutlery. Lack of salt and paper. Missing chips. It was a relentless night.

It hadn't helped that the dog could have sworn he was being watched for most of the night. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he could just about see her eyes gazing at him from across the crowded tables. The lad didn't have the time to look and she hadn't ordered any food, so he never had to deliver anything to her. She'd sat their in solitude, drinking pints and doing nothing much else. However, he really couldn't spare much though or time to study the woman, putting her out of his mind; he had tables to serve.

His shift came to a close and he sighed heavily with relief. The restaurant part of the bar had stopped serving and it was just the drinkers that remained. He was grateful that he'd not yet joined the bar staff as they would be there until the early hours of the morning, attempting to shift drunkards out the doors at closing time. The young spotted dog waved his goodbyes to the other staff as he left, ready to enjoy the rest of his Friday night.

His friend was already waiting for him, pulled up in the car-park, nodding to some music and tapping away on his phone. He was the only one with a license between them, which he'd secured not so long ago. They'd gone through Secondary School together, managed to attend the same College and even pulled off starting at the same University. Both were a healthy twenty-one years of age, in their last year of University together, just about to start out in the wide world. Best of all, they were house-mates alongside two girls who attended the same University.

'You took your time in there, thought I was going to be leaving without you.' The dragon said.

'Unlikely, Ryan.' He replied, settling himself into the passenger seat. 'You need me to attract all the pretty boys over for you, otherwise you'd never get anywhere on your own.'

'Oh, my sides are splitting.' Ryan retorted in a purposefully monotone voice. He shook his head with a laugh, not able to keep such a straight face. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes, Isaac.'

The dog smiled; it was good to have friends like Ryan. The dragon was of course large, easily two-heads taller than his canine self, then again he wasn't exactly the tallest of dog's. He'd always liked the red scales of his friend and the horns that curved neatly back behind his head. The drake was not simply large in height; he filled out the rest of the space with muscle, nothing ridiculous like on the internet, though still more than enough to make people think twice about picking a fight.

Isaac had gotten used to this sort of banter when Ryan had come out as homosexual a few years ago. It was of course somewhat uncomfortable at first, most conversations neatly avoiding the subject for a time. Thankfully, they'd always been close and while it had come as quite a shock to hear of his best friend's homosexuality, it had done nothing to stop or change their relationship, they'd just had to adapt.

It wasn't exactly true what Isaac had said about attracting more men than his friend, it was merely a playful little joke that had become common between the two of them. The spotted dog found it hard to admit, but he didn't exactly look like a typical male. Perhaps it was his breed that gave him an athletic, wiry appearance that some mistook for feminine. He didn't think of himself as particularly effeminate in looks. Ryan liked to tease that from the back the dog had an almost perfect hourglass figure, from the relative roundness of his hips and rear, up along the trim curve of his abdomen. The only thing that he was naturally missing was a set of breasts to complete the picture, though that didn't stop the dragon from suggesting that he could just be a flat-chested girl in disguise.

The two friends passed the time on their way to the club by swapping notes on their respective days and trading banter. Isaac had been able to change into night attire back at the bar, it wasn't necessarily private in the staff room but it was better than doing it in the car. He wasn't on shift until later tomorrow, so he could afford to enjoy himself tonight.

They pulled up at the club, Isaac making sure his shirt was neat enough, fluffing out some of the creases.

'I'm glad you're coming, these places always make me kind of nervous. There's usually a bunch of older guys well above my age range. It can be somewhat creepy. But with you around, hopefully you'll deflect most of them with your gorgeous butt.' He chuckled.

'Don't worry about it. Anything to support a friend, right?' Isaac said. 'And you wish you had a butt this fine.'

Truthfully though, the spotted dog was nervous as well. He'd not been to many gay bars with Ryan and while he joked about being hit on, it was actually uncomfortable having to reject someone. He felt like an impostor, an intruder, a fake in a world that he didn't really belong in. Nobody had ever been upset or at least, they'd never shown that they had been upset when he turned them away.

Isaac looked up at the neon sign, proclaiming very clearly that this was indeed a place for gay males and females to gather. He took a small breath as he followed his friend inside. It was a difficult balance Isaac always had to strike; trying not to look like he was Ryan's boyfriend, yet at the same time trying not to look like he was interested in anyone else. Still, it was a chance to hang out with and help his best friend, which was reason enough to come.

The music thrummed as they meandered through the crowds, almost a replay of working back at his own bar. The club was lowly lit to bring the neon strips decorating the room into stark contrast with the relative darkness. There was a chequered dance floor currently occupied by a foray of different species, all looking like they were having a wonderful time. Everything was in the one room: bar, comfy looking seating area and dance floor, situated under a roof sparkling with dimly lit multicoloured lights, almost as if it were Christmas everyday up there.

The two friends made a bee-line for the bar, eager to quench their thirst. They had to wait a few minutes before being served; it appeared gay bars were just as afflicted by the Friday night rush as anywhere else. Eventually, they pulled over a white Mink, tall for his species and smartly dressed in black shirt and tie, just like the other staff.

'Hey, could we get a couple of rum and cokes, please?' Ryan asked, far enough away from the music he didn't have to raise he deep, rumbling voice too high.

'Sure. ID, please?' The Mink said.

Ryan proffered his driving license and Isaac took out his Student Card. The barman nodded and turned to go gather up the drinks.

It was interesting the kind of reputation places like this received from those outside of the community. Most average people seemed to mutter about such bars as seedy with constant, wall-to-wall male humping in a ceaseless orgy of the flesh. Perhaps some places may have been like that, this place however, was much more civilised than outside rumours might behold. Sure, there were a few couples dotted around, sat in laps and making out rather intently on some of the plush looking sofas, though that was hardly unusual in any club, gay or otherwise.

The night passed amiably, two friends sharing conversation and laughing together for the best part of the evening. Isaac had to fend off only one would be partner; thankfully he didn't take it hard and wandered off without complaint.

At some point during the evening, a rather trim foxboy caught Ryan's attention. He wasn't like those stereotypical foxes found on internet pages; this fox may have been flaunting his homosexuality, yet he was also a confident young lad who seemed much more interested in chatting with his draconic chum than trying to seduce him. The vulpine was, with a lack of a better term, pretty. He wasn't the kind of handsome that Ryan was, he was just simply pretty. His face and features were soft, his fur immaculate and practically shimmering in the neon glow of the club. The lad had a constant, warming smile on his face that you couldn't help but like. He looked roughly their age and spoke of how he'd not long started University like them, only he was attending another campus across town.

Ryan of course introduced them and less than subtly confirmed that they were not a couple, which always brought the tiniest hint of a blush to Isaac's cheeks. They exchanged pleasantries and for a time the three talked. However, it was inevitable that the fox's interest shifted more and more on Ryan, which was understandable.

Isaac's mind began to wander when he found himself unable to contribute any further to the conversation and their voices became background noise. He didn't begrudge his friend the fact that he'd found someone he seemed to be getting along with, after all, that was half the reason they were actually here.

There was a strange feeling the in the back of the dog's mind.

A twinge.

A tug.

A pull.

Isaac decided he was being watched. It was that unmistakable feeling that everybody got once in a while, the sense that there were intent eyes upon them, even though he could not have possibly known that. Automatically he turned in his seat, casting his eyes about the crowded bar, over the crowded dance floor, narrowing in on a set of tables obviously used as seating area for customers with food. Their eyes met and locked. He remembered her in an instant; she'd been watching him before, back at the restaurant. All at once the young dog felt a mixture of anxiety, annoyance and alarm. A stream of thoughts flowed through him like rapids at a water-park.

How long has she been watching me? Days? Weeks? Months? What does she even want from me? Is she stalking me or is this just some kind of weird coincidence? Why is she still staring?

He was especially concerned considering how attractive she looked. The woman was very clearly a hyena, her dotted, coarse coat was recognisable anywhere. He could tell she was tall, even while sitting she practically seemed to loom over the table. She was curvaceous to say the least; a blush just about crept its way onto his cheeks as he found his eyes wandering over her sizeable chest, barely contained by a tank-top. The hyena's face was soft in all the right places, cheeks nicely plush, muzzle tapering at a gradual angle. But those eyes. They were alive, burning with intensity. They were still watching him, zeroed in on him like a predator that had locked onto its prey and... was she grinning?

The spotted dog broke eye-contact first, glancing quickly away and turning back to his drink, sipping on it self-consciously. At least he had Ryan with him, just in case the woman tried to do anything untoward, he was there as an escape route as long as a bodyguard if need be.

Isaac felt a pang of panic strike him directly in the chest when he looked to his side to find his friend and the foxboy had vanished. He looked around with an anxiety he could barely contain. That was his ride home! He grumbled under his breath, softly cursing his friend and ally abandoning him alone at the bar. Not only did it look quite pathetic, but it also left him exposed.

'So then, looks like I've finally got you all alone.'

The boy jumped at that, abruptly broken from his stride of inward curses and worry. His head spun so fast he narrowly avoided getting whiplash. There she was, standing tall beside his barstool, one elbow on the bar with a pint of something undoubtedly alcoholic in her paw. Her voice was deeper than he'd imagined, still feminine of course, it just had a lower resonance than he would have expected. With her this close he noted that she was a whole head taller than he was, perhaps even more, which was somewhat unnerving. Her smile was amiable, though her eyes maintained that shiveringly intense look that made the young lad feel even smaller. He placed her age around late twenties to early thirties, although that could have just been the mature figure she struck.

Isaac started to say something, opening his mouth to utter it, falling flat on the actual vocalisation part.

What am I even to say to that? His head buzzed with activity.

'Not much of a talker? That's fine, I like the strong, silent type. After all, its not your voice I need.' The Hyena's teeth showed in a grin. 'I saw you turning away that boy, my lovely. What's the matter, not hot enough for you? I thought he looked perfectly pretty from where I've been sitting.'

'Listen, miss, I think maybe you've gotten the wrong idea. I'm just here to support my friend.' He looked to his side at the empty seat. 'He's not exactly here right now, but I can assure you that's the only reason I'm in here.' Isaac said, finally finding his voice.

The woman exuded confidence from every pore. His earlier assessment of her body was true; she was very lovely looking and curvaceous. And yet, as her species generally was, she was fairly well-built in all the right places, giving a well-toned appearance of added muscle and strength. Her hips were wide, though not so wide they looked overly cumbersome or fat. Her hair was a crisp auburn and was cropped short, the fringe partially falling over her face on the right side.

'Ah, so you have an interest in women, that's good to know. And don't worry, I saw your friend, he's a handsome lad but not really my type.' She took a gulp from her pint glass. 'So, I was watching you back at the restaurant; a shame you didn't notice me, otherwise I'd have accosted you then.' She said.

Isaac's eyes widened a little. She'd been the one watching him! He felt a chill creep down his spine, large ears gradually pricking up with concern. He found his guts twisting with worry, tail curling in upon himself as he stared at the woman beside him.

She laughed at his expression. 'Don't get the wrong impression, I've not been stalking you. I was out on a date that didn't go so well and I'm not one to leave before I've finished my drink. I watched you of course, flitting about the place, flustered and looking very much like you needed a break. So, with my previous engagement taking a downturn, I thought perhaps I'd head along to my favourite watering-hole. And, look who I find here.' She said.

It didn't really settle the spotted dog's nerves much, her story sounding far too convenient for his taste. His thoughts circled around trying to find a polite way to escape this situation entirely. Perhaps he could feign needing to use the rest-room them slip out of the club a little while after?

'Oh hey, Vara. Didn't spot you right away! Another drink for you and your date?'

The voice was new, Isaac starting as he was broken from his thoughts. Looking over he spotted one of the barmen leaning over to speak to the hyena, who he supposed was called Vara. It reminded him that they hadn't even exchanged names.

'Hey, Gus. I'd love another drink, but this isn't my date. The first one fell through on me.' She gave an exasperated sigh. 'I suppose he just couldn't handle what I had to offer.' Another throaty chuckle.

'Ah, I see. Just sharing drinks between friends then. I'll grab you a couple more.'

Isaac could not fail to notice the wink the badger gave Vara. He gave her a sidelong glance, a pang of nerves touching at the back of his neck. Presently, the badger returned and set two tall pint glasses in front of each of them.

'Thanks, Gus.' Vara said. There was a long moment of silence when both dog and hyena drank, leaving a gap in the conversation.

Vara broke it first, 'so, you know my name, how about telling me yours?'

The dog replied, 'Isaac, nice to meet you, Vara.' He said what he thought was the norm and besides, she'd been nothing if not kind so far, if a little bit forward.

'Such a lovely nane for such a lovely dog.' She said, flashing a grin.

Isaac couldn't help but flush pink in the cheeks and shift on the barstool, glancing anywhere that wasn't directly at her.

'Thank you, ma'am, you're really rather pretty yourself.'

His smile was awkward, especially when he couldn't meet her gaze. He settled on taking a long drink, letting it soak his dry mouth. He didn't really drink alcohol all that often. Fortunately, this one was light and refreshing and it didn't give him the usual heady feeling some of the other beers did. They stayed like that for some time, drinking in silence, elbows on the bar.

Isaac broke the quiet this time by asking, 'why are you in here unless you're trying to pick up other women?' It was a bold question, but the lad was curious.

'It helps if you swing both ways, sweetie.' Vara said, following it up with a chortle.

'Oh, so, you like boy as well then?'

'Certainly do. I like both boys and girls, as long as they're cute and have pretty backsides.' She gave Isaac's rump a significant glance, a toothy smile spreading her lips. Again, all Isaac could do was blush.

They spoke of small things for a couple of hours; work, the weather, favourite films and bands. They drank less and spoke more. He learnt that she worked as a diving instructor and taught her own classes. They shared stories of ridiculous things that had happened in their various workplaces. He told her all about his studies and how much he'd been enjoying University life so far. She asked some questions that gave him pause and got him thinking about topics already covered, small, lively and ultimately friendly debates breaking out between each other. As time passed, Isaac grew more relaxed; speaking of the mundane having a calming affect. That was until he noticed her glancing about the bar.

'I don't see your friend anywhere. Looks like you're stuck with me, sweetie. How about you come back to my place for a cup of coffee?'

It was all quite sudden. Isaac's rounded ears twitched and jerked in her direction, the boy blinking, not sure if he'd heard her right. When he met her eyes, he was immediately convinced he hadn't heard her wrong: she really had invited him back to her place. What was a young boy supposed to do? She could be just about anyone or have just about anything in mind for him. Then again, his teenage mind and hormones were flaring, shoving and pushing at him to find out.

'I'm not so sure that would be a good idea.' He replied, hedging his bets.

'I think it would be a wonderful idea. Come on, it's not far from here, just a couple of streets over and I promise I won't do anything you won't enjoy.'

She wasn't exactly being subtle with her intentions, especially when Isaac felt a paw coming to rest on his thigh. He was convinced she could hear the tiny squeak he made from her touch, ears flinching, tail flickering.

Vara drained away the rest of her pint and the dog did his best to follow suit. He was worried for a moment that the drink may have gone to his head though happily he seemed to be thinking straight or at least, the horny part of his brain was. The hyena placed a couple of notes on the bar by their drinks, not even bothering to count, shifting off the stool and offering a paw to the boy. He accepted it, likewise sliding from his stool, only then noticing just how much taller she was than he. She wasn't just a head taller, it was at least a head and a half. What had he gotten himself in to?

The walk was short as promised, both dog and hyena reaching the front door of her apartment only five minutes later. Isaac's thoughts started running away with him as they continued to chat. He hesitated only a moment when Vara opened the door and politely showed him inside, allowing the dog in first. His nose twitched. It definitely smelt of her in here, no doubt about it. There was a faint scent of vanilla and herbs coming from somewhere.

The apartment gave the appearance of a grander size than it likely actually was. It was all open plan, Isaac standing in the living room as soon as he stepped inside. The kitchen was a modern all white and perfectly clean. In fact, the whole apartment was kept clean while still not losing that lived in feeling, which took a few years to cultivate. A neat stack of books lined a set of shelves across the room between two large windows which looked out over the streets below. The lights were low, a single hanging light in the middle of the room was on, highlighting the large sofa that was placed against the right wall. The walls themselves were an interchanging array of a deep red and a soft yellow, colours alternating between each side of the room and in the dim light the red set a very particular mood.

The boy gave a yip as strong arms encircled him from behind, forcing his head back against the hyena's ample chest, acting as pillows as she tugged him right in like she'd just caught what she'd been hunting. A strong, rumbling resounded about his ears and the back of his head. Isaac dared to tip his head back to look up and was greeted by a huge, predatory grin, fangs and teeth all glistening in the dim light of the room.

'Mm, now I've got you all to myself.' Vara cooed in a warming tone, edged with a hint of mischief. 'I've been looking forward to this.' She said. Her paws ran up to his clothed chest, idly plucking at the boy's shirt. Any hint that she might have been under the influence of alcohol was entirely erased in that instant.

'Ma'am?' Isaac said, anxiety and excitement reaching a peak.

'There's no need to play coy any more, young pup; we both knew exactly what this was. We both want the same thing, don't we? Good company and a good time.'

Isaac didn't reply straight away, listening to the sound of his own heart in his ears, smelling only the strong scent of the woman behind him.

'I guess so.' He replied.

'That's a good boy.' She cooed, directly into his ear, giving it a tender nip that made the dog squeak a small bark. Her paws wandered down to his thighs, brushing over his jeans, curling around to cup at his hips. 'I'm going to let you in on a little secret.' She whispered into his ear.

The small dog's ears perked at this, each twitching with both curiosity and dread. She didn't keep him waiting, though he was certainly confused at first when a firm lump pushed against the top part of his rump and small of his back. His tail flickered, brow furrowing slightly in befuddlement. There really shouldn't have been anything back there cable of prodding him. Realisation only struck when he felt her shift her hips and that lump moved with her, grinding against the upper cleft of his clothed cheeks.

Isaac yelped, squirming from her arms in a positively ungentlemanly fashion, spinning about, taking a few faltering steps backward and gaping as he stared down between her legs. Right there, in the front of her jeans where nothing should have been, there was an unmissable bulge.

'You're... you're a man!' He exclaimed.

'Shemale, actually.' She corrected.

'But... wait, how? What?'

'I was born this way, sweetie. I've not had any operations, surgery or hormones to make me as I am. I've always been this way, from the day I was born.' She spoke as if she'd given the speech a million times, little inflection in her voice.

Isaac continued to gap in a childish manner, his entire world turning in on itself as he processed what was going on right in front of his eyes.

Neither spoke for a full minute, the silence stretching like a shadow a sunset.

'Want to take a seat?' She asked.

Vara moved without waiting for a reply, slipping passed the dog and flopping down on the sofa, resting back against it.

Isaac wasn't sure quite where to put himself, peeking over at the door more than once. He finally turned to face the sofa, one paw rubbing over the other arm, weight shifting from footpaw to footpaw.

'Come now, you don't have to deny it around me.' She said.

'Deny what? I'm not denying anything.' He said defensively.

'Sweetheart, come here.' She said, patting the cushion beside her. 'I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to.'

Isaac hesitated, footpaws remaining firmly on the carpet as if they were glued there. He glanced about, eyes like a nervous squirrel searching for an escape. He fixed his gave on her. She looked so relaxed there with her arms over the back of the sofa and a friendly smile on her lips. She could have pinned him down and had her way with him half a dozen times if she really wanted to. The boy wagered that she'd be able to catch him even if he made a run for the door.

He took a deep, brave breath and finally managed to tug his feet off the ground. He turned about, settling down on the sofa nearby Vara, within arms reach but maintaining a gap between the two of them.

Vara closed that gap, shifting her wide hips toward him, arm reaching around to hug him around the shoulder, tugging him close to her side. The young dog's cheeks went a rosy pink as she did so, glancing up at her with questioning eyes, making the occasional less than subtle glance down between her legs. The obvious bulge had gone, leaving her looking purely like a woman again. However, now that he knew what to look for, there was a sheath sized bump there, likely more pronounced now that she was sitting.

'I know what you want.' She said. Her voice brought Isaac's attention back to her face. 'You don't hang around that bar just to support your friend. I know how tough it is to have a secret you didn't think you could possibly share with another living soul. It is by no means easy to admit to such things, but at some point you just have to let go, my sweet.'

'I like girls though...' He muttered. It sounded like a feeble excuse even to him.

'So you like both, just like me. There's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it means you get to have more fun!' She said.

Isaac squirmed in his seat, wringing his paws, glancing from Vara to the door. He chewed over his lower lip in thought, anxiety swimming around in his tummy. Finally, he looked up, meeting that matronly smile and fiery gaze of the hyena.

'I've never been with... I mean, I've never done anything with anyone like you or anyone with...' He drifted off, squirming once more.

Vara chuckled at the response, tugging the young canine closer against her side, giving a tender squeeze. She nosed at one of his ears, lapping tenderly over it, breathing warmly and smirking a little as the domed ear flickered and twitched. The hyena gave it a small suckle between her lips, tugging teasingly as she gathered the boy closer, letting him feel the warmth of her body.

'I'll be gentle.' She whispered, moving her paw down to pull open the first button of his shirt.

Isaac discovered that his cheeks could flush an even deeper shade of red at this point, his ears going entirely flat back, the pup uttering some keening noises. His heart pounded in his ears, thrummed in his chest and left butterflies fluttering about in his stomach. However, at no point did he try to stop the hyena from tugging his shirt open. More buttons fell apart from her nimble fingers and still he did nothing. His chest was soon bared to the woman, spotted and patterned fur on full display.

'What delightful fur you have, pup.' She said in that honey sweet voice.

The hyena's nose pressed against his chest fur, softly snuffing about, tongue extending to lick through his fur and stick it up the wrong way. The boy shuddered from such treatment, his paws balling up into little fists beside him, dull claws digging into his pads. He saw that smirk that Vara held even as she nuzzled around his chest. She drew back up, raising a paw and placing it behind his head, scratching those special spots right behind his ears. He rumbled lowly in appreciation, eyes slipping partially closed.

'Lay down in my lap, puppy.' She said.

Isaac found himself obeying even before he realised it, sinking down with his belly up into the woman's lap. He looked up at her, confused and slightly dazed look shimmering in his eyes. The hyena simply smiled down at him, her paw reaching around with fingers splayed, stroking over his trim belly, fingers brushing through his fur. The boy could not help but utter murmurs of delight, his cheeks remaining a rosy red, his tail starting to wag back and forth on the sofa.

'You like this, pup?' She cooed.

All he could do was give a timid nod as his tummy was rubbed in such a sensual manner. He forgot everything in that moment, the world, the room, the fact that right under his back was the hyena's package. All melted away into a warming, fuzzy feeling that swam about inside his body, making his fur prickle here and there. It was only when the woman's paw came to rest between his legs that his attention snapped back to the present.

The young dog tipped his head up to find Vara's paw cupping his crotch. He looked up at her, a question clear in his eyes. What he found in her returned gaze was all the answer he needed. The boy slipped a less than subtle moan when she tenderly squeezed him down there making him whine quietly for the hyena.

She didn't say another word, deftly popping the top button of his jeans, fingers working the zip down, parting the opening to reveal the bump his sheath made in his boxers. He groaned when a single finger caressed over that lump, the young dog's toes curling from the sensation.

'You've never had this sort of attention before, have you pup?' She said.

'Not really, no.' He answered in a small voice, trying his best to keep it from trembling.

Her paw slipped beneath his undies, the wild dog sucking in a breath through his teeth as her warm paw cupped his pouch, getting a shudder from the smaller dog.

'Mnaa...' Was about all he had to say.

'Shh, just lie back and enjoy.' Vara cooed.

The hyena's fingers worked over his sheath, the dog's natural bodily functions quickly coming into play, his fuzzy pouch swelling up, the tip of his canine length appearing from within. He offered a whimper as the woman's thumb stroked over his very tip, the boy rolling his hips to greet that touch, his libido getting the better of him, taking no prisoners.

She circled her fingers around the first couple of inches of his shaft, carefully pushing down to help that maleness spill out of his sheath, pressing it down with little strokes. Her touch was unlike any he'd ever had before. Sure, this may not have been his first time, but he'd never been with someone so experienced before. The delicate caress of her fingers over his rapidly emerging length was blissful in an eye-rolling, mind-blowing sort of way.

In absolutely no time at all, he was fully erect, already dribbling a thin trickle of pre. The boy gave a small cry of pleasure when her entire paw wrapped around his pulsing member, shifting down to the base before rising all the way back up to the top again. He bit down on the inside of his lower lip, tensing and curling his toes, hips involuntary jerking up into that slowly pumping paw. Soon, he was groaning and panting as if near his peak, the soft abrasion of her paw-pads rubbing his cock made the tension in his lower tummy well-up to new heights.

'Mm, that's it, just relax, pup.' Vara whispered.

Isaac found himself obeying, sliding deeper into her lap, eyes sinking closed as he gave in to her ministrations. What had he even really been worried about? He was sure he couldn't remember or perhaps he stopped caring in that moment as every hormone and nerve in his body screamed so loudly doubt and concern fled from his mind like a whipped horse.

They each settled into a tender rhythm, Vara timing her strokes with the young lad's rolling, humping hips. Her paw kept a light embrace over his member, using the few droplets of pre he produced to help lubricate her motions. She reached out with her other paw, brushing her fingers through his hair and between the boy's splayed ears, petting the pup. Her claw curled around behind his ears, scratching lightly, pleasured coos soon mixing in with his moans. A heavenly smile spread over the young dog's lips, clearly showing his absolute enjoyment to the woman.

Isaac's eyes blinked open when she stopped, the dog giving a keening whine of need as the hyena shifted him from her lap, settling him down on the sofa beside. He gave her a questioning look, his shaft throbbing in the free air. Her only reply with a toothy smirk.

Vara shuffled about until she was on her elbows between his thighs, her broad tongue striking out and slurping up along the underside of his canine length. The boy's lips opened in a silent moan, head tipping back and eyes sinking closed once more. He squirmed where he lay, pushing his rump up off to the cushions, presenting himself as such an obvious target.

The hyena chuckled and sweetly kissed the very tip of his maleness, leaving the small dog whimpering with need. Her lips pressed to his tip again, only this time it wasn't just a kiss. She delicately sank that boy's cock between them, slurping up a good few inches into her muzzle. The wild dog gave a strangled cry of bliss, her lips supple, her tongue skilled as it caressed the underside. He nearly lost control entirely when she sucked in her cheeks and started to bob, forming a neat vacuum around her prize, quickly covering him in lubricating drool.

Isaac was panting hard by this point, his paws gingerly reaching out to be carefully placed atop her head with the utmost delicacy as if he might break the spell. The hyena with her lips around his cock didn't seem to mind, in fact, she took him deeper into her wet, hot maw. His fingers began naturally running through her hair, petting over her ears, rubbing around in small circles.

She was relentless, at no point ceasing in bobbing, suckling and slurping over his entire length. Her broad tongue curled over either side of his, tenderly surrounding and nestling his shaft into the spongy, wonderful wetness there. He'd never had anyone so skilled treat him to this. The couple of blowjobs he'd had in his life to this point had been nice, this one was just on a completely different level.

The boy's eyes shot open then slammed shut in the same instant when Vara took him into her throat. Every muscle in his body went taut, his balls lifting, the dog holding his breath in his chest, hearing nothing but the rush of his beating heart. She released him from her throat, giving him a few moments just to breathe and ease down from the edge he'd come too close to tumbling over. He didn't want this to end, not now and not ever, fully aware that his own stamina was the only thing that would see it come to a close. He didn't even need to have his eyes open to know how wildly she must be grinning at him. There was no mistaking it, she had the boy entirely under her power. After the strikingly brief respite she was at him again like a dog with a toy, sliding the young lad into her throat with a slick push.

Isaac just couldn't help himself from pushing his hips upward, lightly grinding his groin fur into her nose. He of course had no intention of harming her, it was his need which was getting the better of him. His paws gripped her ears and he moaned up at the ceiling as she took him over and over into, the warm, sliminess of her throat, the ridged roof of her maw and the caress of her tongue were all too wonderful.

She backed off again, taking deep breaths, targeting the tip of his now extra sensitive shaft. She slickly rolled her tongue around the first few inches, sliding her lips back and forth, cheeks sucked in as she bobbed. Her tongue pushed against the underside of his length, brushing down, curling and curving over his throbbing canine cock.

'Oh God, I'm going to cum.' Isaac whispered, breath catching in his throat.

Vara didn't pause, she redoubled her efforts. She bobbed faster, sucked her cheeks in more firmly, nestled his shaft deeper into her broad, spongy tongue.

The boy howled at the ceiling, everything tightening up as he exploded into her maw, the most satisfying and intense orgasm he'd ever had in his young life making itself known. He was a young, virile male, combined with her oral prowess made for quite a messy end. Ropes of seed spattered over the hyena's tongue, painting it a thick, milky white where it pooled under his cock. She only swallowed when a few string tickled the back of her throat, the rest she held in the cup of her tongue.

The wild dog hissed through his teeth when she didn't stop suckling on him, jaws clenching up and toes curling at the maddening sensations of his overly sensitive shaft. He was shaking by the end of it, not even realising he'd been holding his breath until he blew it all out in one huge groan.

He didn't even have the mental capacity in those moments to count how many strings of semen he unleashed into her greedy maw. His vision blacked, eyes slammed shut, fangs chomping down on the inside of his lower lip. Hips were bucking, paws were grasping at the back of her head, simply needing something to grab hold of.

Finally, Isaac slumped down, his body turning to a jelly-like state where every muscle went lax. He spurted a few lazy dribbles over the hyena's tongue, which was still deftly caressing the underside of his length. He gave a soft howl, paws falling from her head, panting breaths coming in hard. The boy was aware only vaguely that Vara was swallowing and lapping his shaft to clean it off, the dog mumbling blissful murmurs in his afterglow as she did so.

After an imperceivable amount of time for Isaac, when his heart had returned to something approximating a more a regular beat, he found his wits. He peered up to find that Vara had moved to sit up on the sofa and was now idly stroking along his leg, a warm smile plastering her face. She didn't ask for a returned favour, the boy finding himself torn between a bubbling anxiousness and swirling excitement that she might.

'Not bad, little puppy; we'll be sure to work on that stamina of yours though.' She said with a teasing chuckle.

'That was... I mean, I really... just, wow...' He stumbled, tripped and ultimately failed to adequately articulate how incredible that had been.

'You're most welcome, pup.' She glanced at the clock. 'Want to sleep here tonight? I've only the one bed, so it's sofa or share.' Her grin grew toothy once more.

After a second or two of thought, Isaac replied. 'If it's okay with you, I'd like to sleep in your bed.' A flush warmed his cheeks.

'I thought you might.'

Vara pat his knee, rising to her feet with a stretch of her arms and a roll of her shoulders. She really was stunning to look at, Isaac mused to himself, feeling altogether mellow and tired after quite the whirlwind of an experience. His limbs were like jelly when he attempted to rise, failing the first time before stiffening his resolve and steadying himself as he stood. He followed the hyena along to her bedroom.

It, like the rest of the apartment, was reasonably tidy, only a few odd bits of clutter strewn across a dressing table along the far side wall. The king-sized bed looked plush and inviting, particularly for a post-orgasm, sleepy canine like himself. The colour scheme of red and yellow followed into this room, the lights dimmed low, just high enough he could see where he was placing his feet.

Right in front of him, Vara started to shed her clothing, piece by wonderful piece. Top, jeans, bra and boxers all fell, leaving him gawking at the plush, heart-shaped backside of hers. When she spun to speak to him, his jaw dropped further when he gazed at her unleashed breasts. They were firm, large and perfectly round, a white tuft of fur that appeared just right for nuzzling settling at the top of her cleavage. His eyes naturally drifted down, noting for the first time her plump sheath and heavy set of balls, each bigger than his own by a fair degree.

Vara laughed at his expression. 'Now you, pup.'

The boy shuffled until he relented. He tugged his top off first, very aware that the hyena was feasting her gaze upon his young body. He only realised when he came to undone them that his jeans were still hanging open from earlier. His face flushed at this, thumbs hooking into the sides and sliding them off along with his undies. He'd only been this nervous stripping in front of someone the first time he'd ever done it.

Soon, he was wearing nothing but his fur, everything on show for the hyena's approval. He watched he gaze wander over him, her finger twirling in the air, a silent command. The dog obeyed, spinning about to show off his bum, though he made sure to keep his tail down, even if it did wag from side to side.

'Such a pretty puppy. Come on, bed.' She said, partially a command.

Isaac was only too happy to oblige, sliding under the sheets on the other side to her. She made no pretense of keeping a respectful distance, yanking the wild dog toward her the second his butt hit the sheets.

Vara held him close in her strong arms, tucking the small dog against her soft body, spooning up right behind him. Her breasts pressed against the back of his neck, her groin nestling against his rear, her chin coming to rest between his rounded ears.

It took the boy some time to get used to being the little spoon, having always participated in the kind of cuddle on the other end. When he did grow accustomed to it, every muscle in his body simply let go and he sank back into her, uttering low murmurs of delight in his throat, a content smile curving his lips. Her paws remained politely above his waist, instead residing on his belly, giving the occasional rub and scratch.

'Good night, puppy.' She whispered.

'Good night, Vara.' He returned in an equal whisper.

He slept deeper than perhaps he ever had in his young life before, coddled and caressed by a woman he'd barely known half a day.

Work was more than a little bit strange the morning after. Isaac couldn't think straight. He'd already taken the wrong meal to three tables already and he was only halfway into his shift. His thoughts centered entirely on Vara. What was he to think of last night? Was it wrong what happened? It certainly hadn't felt wrong. He pondered over how easily she'd seen through him: he had never really been completely sure of his own sexuality. Even now he considered himself straight. Surely that could no longer be, could it?

The morning had been awkward, at least for him; Vara did not seem at all bothered. She wandered around her apartment with little on, cooking up breakfast he sorely needed yet had to force down, his feelings too muddled to really enjoy the food properly. It wasn't that he didn't like her, far from it; she was kind, if a little domineering and imposing. It was simply quite an odd situation for the young dog.

'Hey, buddy.'

Isaac turned, torn from his reflection at the familiar voice. 'Oh, Ryan, hey.' He'd only just left work, guessing his dragon friend had been waiting for him.

'How's it going, you look like you're away with the fairies right now, you okay?' Ryan asked.

'Hm? Oh, sure, yeah.' He replied.

The large dragon gave a skeptical eye. He let it slide, expression growing embarrassed, scaled lips pursing and tugging at one another.

'Hey, listen, so I'm sorry about running out on you last night. Seriously, I was just popping out for a fag with James. We came back and you'd completely disappeared. Didn't you get any of my calls? I was kind of worried about you. Knew you have a shift today so thought I'd come looking. What happened to you?'

_Oh, damn, my phone, it must still be around at Vara's._He'd been so wrapped up inside himself that he'd neglected to check up on his phone all night and morning, only now discovering it's absence.

'Sorry, I was kind of distracted last night and I think I may have left my phone around someone's place.' Ryan was his friend, he could be open at this with him. Right?

The dragon's eye ridge raised at this revelation, a sly grin helplessly sneaking onto his lips.

'Nono, it isn't like that.' It isn't like anything you might be thinking. '_I was with a girl.' _Sort of.

'Ah, one of those bisexual types. That's a pretty lucky score! So when do I get to meet your new girlfriend.'

'She's not my girlfriend.' At least, I don't think so. Is she?

'Oh, come on, I can see it in your face already. You're smitten! She must be something special.'

'She is.' He found himself saying. She really was; he'd never met anyone like her before.

'Haha! I knew it! So, what's she like?'

'Well, she's funny, she's very kind and caring, she makes a great omelette, doesn't live that far away and she's a shemale.'

'Yeah, and what else? Does she like video games?'

'Wait, you don't think that's a little bit, you know, weird? The fact that she's not completely a she?' He asked.

'Why would that be weird?' He replied.

'I don't know, shemales aren't really something you really ever hear much about.'

'So? I mean, you like her well enough I'm guessing, so what's there to be concerned about? Sure, she's packing something extra, I can see how that might feel weird to some people.' He paused, lips twisting in thought. 'Look. We've been friends forever and you know I wouldn't say this just to make you feel better. I think this is a great opportunity for you. I'll be honest, I think we both know that you've always wanted to see what it's like playing for the other team. Perhaps this is the best way to do it.'

Isaac pondered this.

'Thanks, Ryan. I still need to think about this. It's not easy.' He shook his head, guilty for feeling such ways. 'I should go get my phone back. We're still meeting up around your place tonight, right?'

'Of course we are. Saturday night is movie night; why would I want to miss that!' He chuckled, smiling fondly. He gave Isaac an affectionate thump on the back. 'Just talk to her, that's the best thing you can do.'

Isaac nodded, returning the smile as they parted ways.

It wasn't a long walk to Vara's apartment, the late afternoon was mostly clear, so it was a pleasant walk. It gave him more time to think and ponder his situation. So what if _she has a dick? That shouldn't make this weird. She's still a woman, right? Do I even care about her having one? Do I like it?_He shook his head, rattling the hurricane like storm of thoughts and feelings tumbling and swirling around his noggin. Before he even knew it, he was ringing the doorbell.

'Well hey there little lover boy, come back for more, have you?' The grin on her lips was tooth-filled and teasing.

_Yes._He thought.

'Hi, Vara. Actually, I think I left my phone here last night, mind if I grab it?' Smooth, Isaac.

'What a convenient excuse.' She retorted in her usual sly, playful manner. She stepped back into the apartment, leaving the door open. 'You want some coffee? Tea, maybe?' She called back.

'Oh, no thank you.' He replied.

He padded on over to the sofa, lips twisting as memories from last night flooded into the forefront of his mind. They'd been right there together; they'd even spent the night together, wrapped in a gentle embrace. His gaze flickered to the black sheen of a phone screen peeking out from between the sofa cushions. The dog gathered it up, instinctively checked through messages, noting several missed calls and texts from Ryan.

'So, you want to stay a while. I've got Furflix, we can get cuddly together and flick through some terrible action films.'

'That sounds nice, Vara. But I'm not so sure I can right now.' It was feeble and they both knew it.

Vara's face took on a look of concern, brows knitting at the middle. She gave a small sigh before speaking. 'Sweetheart, if this whole thing bothers you, please just come out and say it. I'm a big girl, I can take it. We had fun and it was great, but I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable about this.' It was genuine and heartfelt, playfulness in her voice gone, softness remaining.

Isaac surprised himself, shifting up close to the large hyena lady, leaning in and pressing his trim frame against her more well-built body. His arms looped around her midriff, holding against her, muzzle tipped up to gaze into her eyes. Her smile made his heckles tingle; such a perfect set of lips. He'd done it without thinking, letting his heart take over and make the final decision for him. He took a solid breath before speaking.

'I won't lie, Vara, I've been thinking about nothing else since last night. This isn't exactly a usual situation for me. But I've come to the realisation that I like you for you. You helped me understand a part of myself that I'd always denied, always pushed into the background. I like girls, I really do, I just still have no idea if I like boys as well. I think you're the perfect mix. Alongside just being sweet. I'm sorry if that all sounds a bit selfish and you'd rather not see my again, I just wanted to be honest.' He left out the bit about adoring the more dominant side of her; he gathered she could probably tell that by the way he'd acted last night.

She gave a soft chuckle, linking her arms around the small male, tugging him close with a firm squeeze.

'Oh, puppy, you are a silly thing. I'm glad I could help bring you out of that little shell you've built up, if only a bit. We don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with. I probably shouldn't have moved quite so fast with you last night; I only wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into right from the beginning.'

Isaac snuggled deeper into her arms, holding her, letting his eyes sink closed for a brief time before opening them up to gaze up at her.

'May I, see you again? Properly this time.' He said, eyes darting downward.

It only took a second for the hyena to grasp the full meaning of his few words. Her grin grew, spreading her lips as she uttered a small growl at the boy.

'Are you absolutely positive this is what you want?' A brow raised as she spoke.

The small wild dog gave a meek nod, gnawing along his bottom lip.

Not one to object to the prospect and apparently not at all shy, Vara reached down to unzip herself. She teased only a little, taking longer than really necessary to peel away her opened jeans, clearly enjoying watching the conflicted dog squirm and shift his weight from foot to foot.

Isaac blushed a rosy hue of red as he gazed between her legs, taking in the sight of her plump sheath and hefty set of hanging orbs. She was certainly larger than he was, though he'd been expecting that considering the difference in their overall size. He didn't avoid examining her this time, allowing his eyes to wander, taking in each and every shape of her down there. Breasts and sheath; the two still didn't quite go together in his head.

What hit him next he somehow hadn't expected. Her scent. It was strong, yet not in a bad way. She was clean and obviously kept herself in good health. She simply smelled strongly. He wasn't quite sure what to think at first. He'd never sniffed another male's privates before and could only guess this is what it was scented like. Still, there was a feminine quality to her musk down here, subtle and hidden away, easily missed.

'Are you just going to stare or am I going to feel your tongue?' She teased.

The boy flushed a rosy pink, glancing up and then away from her, radar dish ears splaying out. He knelt, appearing as every bit timid as he felt, shuffling his way down onto his knees. He bumped his nose against her sheath, sticking out his tongue to take his very first lick. It wasn't at all as bad as he'd supposed it could have been, her fur brushing over his tongue, tasting perhaps vaguely salty though mostly just of nothing. Emboldened, he took another lick and then another, starting up a series of slurps that passed over her entire sheath.

Vara was murmuring her pleasure above him, keeping her paws away for the time being, letting the pup explore. Soon his tongue was brushing over her peeking tip without even realising, the flavour stronger there. He lapped there too, sitting up further on his knees to reach higher as more of that canine shaft appeared.

Isaac could barely believe it: was he really doing this? He'd only just started admitting he was attracted to her and now he was licking her dick? Somehow, for whatever reason, it didn't bother him. It felt good. It felt oddly right to be doing this. Surely that made it okay?

'Mm, there you go, puppy. Don't be shy now, get your lips around me.' She lowered an encouraging paw to caress along the back of his head.

It felt only fair for him to return the favour from last night.

Unsure of what to really do he took the plunge and went for it. Lips pursed, he sank them around just the tip at first, cheeks growing to a fiery red in colour as he did so. He slipped down further, his tongue resting along the underside of her shaft. The boy didn't push himself, taking only a couple of inches in, not willing to risk more right away.

'That's it. Now, do I really have to tell you what to do from here?' She teased.

The wild dog glanced up at her, gaze flickering away, not sure he could look into her eyes right now. He did what he knew to be correct and began to bob, drawing back to the tip then sinking back down, slow and steady at first.

A low sigh of enjoyment sounded out, fingers brushing over her dish-like ear, stroking tenderly. The boy slipped back and forth, taking it easy on himself, getting a feel for the role reversal of the situation. It was not really as bad as he thought it might have been, the feeling of her in his maw, the subtle taste and pulse of her length was actually pleasing in a way.

'There you go, there's a good boy. We'll make a cocksucker out of you yet.' She smirked.

That made the wild dog blush something fierce, heat rising in his cheeks, even the sides of his nose grew pink with embarrassment. He was so hard in his jeans at this point it was bordering upon hurting having long tipped passed being merely uncomfortable. He didn't get long before she was pulling away from him, giving his nose a little tap with the tip of her member.

'Follow.' She said.

She led him over to the sofa and settled back onto it with a sigh, spreading her legs, leaving her shaft sticking up against her belly.

Isaac did as he was told, following along with shuffling knees, placing himself between her thighs. He lapped over the tip of her cock before slipping his lips around it once more, quite enjoying hearing her sigh of pleasure.

'Go easy on yourself. This isn't a porn flick, I'm all too aware that this is your first time, so don't go trying to cram me in your throat right away, okay? We can work on that later.' Her grin was oh-so terribly devious.

He wasn't about to go doing anything quite so adventurous tonight; he appreciated her reassurance that he needn't worry about that sort of thing for right now. His eyes sank closed as he settled into pleasuring her, finding that he was enjoying himself as well, which did come as a surprise. He'd never really put much thought into what it would be like sucking cock, having only ever been on the receiving end before, this was astonishingly nice however. The way she felt pressing into his maw, getting to hear her soft moans that were certainly feminine in nature, feeling her throb against his tongue. It was all rather pleasant.

Vara rubbed over his ears, not applying much pressure downward, more easing him to take her just a little bit deeper, starting to coerce some more control over the blowjob. Isaac found himself not minding that one bit; it felt nice to give control over.

'Suck in your cheeks, form a vacuum in there and then bob.' She advised.

Isaac found the tip useful, drawing in his cheeks, sealing snug around her twitching shaft. He didn't make it far down her member as there was an awful lot of ground to cover. Still, Vara seemed to be enjoying herself well enough. He rapidly found himself falling into an easy pattern, bobbing back and forth, sometimes having to draw back for a breath or two before setting upon her again. He drooled quite a bit as well, having little room to suckle it back into his maw.

After a while an odd taste trickled over his tongue, the boy too caught up in what he was doing to really notice it at first. It took a second or two for him to realise it was her pre-seed leaking out. He glanced up at her, the hyena wearing a blissful smile on her lips, leaning back on the sofa, eyes mostly closed with one paw remaining on his head. The wild dog gulped that pre, feeling a bit of a tickling burn at the back of this throat from the lightly salted flavour.

'I'm close, sweetie. Don't be a hero with this one, I don't want you choking on my cum. When I squeeze your ear just pull back and I'll do the rest, kay?'

Isaac couldn't really say all that much with a mouthful, he'd been brought up with the understanding that was plain rude to talk in that situation, so he simply muffled something which sounded like an agreement.

'Mnn, that's it, yes...' She whispered. Vara didn't take much longer to reach her peak, her fingers pressing against the back of his head and squeezed his ears, her breathing growing a touch more ragged.

The dog narrowly caught the signal in time, breaking from his revelry, pulling back not a moment too soon. He gave a yelp of astonishment, the first shot of hyena seed streaking over his face, the boy's left eye snapping shut so as to not get any in there. He was panting softly, making a bit of a face as some spattered into his mouth, drooling off his lips.

She tasted strong.

He'd dared himself once to take a lick of his own produce and found the experience wholly unpleasant. This was all together different. The initial hit was undeniably salty in flavour, spreading over his tongue as another rope of creamy goo stained his muzzle, getting into his panting maw again. He could only guess that everyone had a different flavour.

The wild dog grimaced at first, nose crinkling, ears folding completely back as Vara used his muzzle as a canvas for a very particular type of art. The taste of her overwhelmed his tongue. The scent, rich and full bodied like a fine wine, albeit heavily musky, invaded his scenses and pulled a groan from somewhere deep, somewhere primal. He stopped caring about the fact that he was enjoying this moment. He stopped caring about the whys and the what ifs; this was something special.

She placed her dick over his muzzle, tip resting on his forehead as she sawed her hips back and forth, smirking down at him. She was still drooling rivulets of creamy seed, making even more of a mess of his face fur.

'Say: "I love cock," and I will let you lick me clean.'

Isaac didn't think he could ever have imagined wanting this badly to slurp cum off a cock before and yet, here he was, desperate to do it.

'I... I love cock.' He whispered.

'Louder, pup.'

'I love cock.' He said more firmly.

She reached down, rubbing over the back of his head, scratching behind his ears where she had spattered with cum.

'There's a good boy. Now you may lick me clean.'

Isaac did so with a hunger he didn't know he even possessed. She was softening, remaining only partially firm; thankfully she was still mostly hanging out of her fat sheath. The boy lathered her cock with his tongue, lapping eagerly, slurping away that strong tasting seed. He grimaced once or twice, the flavour quite powerful for a tongue not used to such tastes. He decided, while a hefty dollop ran over his nose, that'd he'd need the wash his face when he got home.

He found Vara smiling down at him, brushing her fingers through his ears and head, cooing as he licked her clean, curling his tongue in swirls around the tip of her member. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

'That's enough, pup, otherwise you'll have me ready for more.' She chuckled.

The spotted dog pulled away, gazing over her once more as she tucked herself back in and zipped up. He stood and crawled up into her lap to meet her, the hyena gal tugging him into a hug. She gave him a lick on the cheek, cleaning up a streak of seed there, the boy giddily grinning as he licked around his own muzzle.

'Fancy staying over for the night again?'

'I'm really sorry, it's movie night and I promised my friend I'd be there.' He didn't mention that he needed to confide again in his friend. 'I don't have to leave just yet though, you know, if you want me to stick around?'

'Nah, not a problem, little sweetie. I am going to keep you for a bit longer though.'

Isaac did not mind one bit.

They nestled down with each other, Isaac grinning to himself as the hyena bathed his muzzle and cheeks in licks, slurping up what remained of her creamy seed on his face, messing up his fur something fierce.

After too short a time, the wild dog released a small sigh to himself. He was warm and cosy, not something he wanted to leave right now.

'I should probably get going.' The words came out reluctantly.

'Not a problem. Swing by tomorrow, little pup; I've got a whole bunch of things planned for you.' A raunchy growl followed her words.

The boy slipped from her arms, finding himself in an unsuspecting kiss. He tasted her on his lips, groaning and noting how he was plumping up in his jeans again from the affection. Too quickly it ended, leaving his head spinning with delight.

Isaac left the apartment with a mix of excitement and a hint of anxiety. His heart was still running away with him, beating like he'd just run a marathon. He was at least thinking more clearly now, all his thoughts narrowing in on a single point.

I want more.

A whole two months passed, the wild dog having spent a significant number of nights and weekends at Vara's place. Each night they went a little further, every time exploring some new realm Isaac had never known even existed until he met her.

However, tonight was the night, the one she'd promised would happen.

The butterflies in his tummy were worse than ever; he'd never truly gotten rid of them as they always returned when he was making his way over to her apartment, yet this night there were practically dozens of them.

The time had sped by, the two months seeming like a mere pawful of days. A real relationship had blossomed from the seed of their early encounters. They discovered a great many things they agreed upon and found they shared a number of things in common. Of course, they disagreed on points, though that hadn't spoiled their fun.

They'd been out together, even returning to the club they'd met in. He'd met a few of her friends and she'd met a few of his. They'd spent several movie nights together with Ryan and James to foxboy, who were going steady as well. It'd been a bit awkward with Vara groping him through half the movie. After the film she squeezed a confession out of the spotted dog. Yes, he'd enjoyed it and yes, he really did need badly need to get off. Neither had seen the other's parents yet, they figured that could wait a bit longer. She had some issues with her family she didn't seem to like going in to and Isaac still had no idea how his family would react to their coupling.

All of that had been leading up to tonight. They talked of it on many occasions, eased in to it, both finding that they naturally adored their developing roles. And here he was, ready to take the final plunge.

Isaac softly rapped his knuckles against the apartment door, having only to wait a couple of heartbeats before Vara answered. She was stunning as always. Her short hair was tied back in a bun, brown locks framing her face like a picture. Her eyes, those magical portals, were twinkling with desire. They didn't share a single word, the dog stepping inside and slipping passed the hyena, making his way immediately to the bedroom, listening to the pad of Vara's paws right behind. He spun to face her, paws nervously wringing at each other. The hyena reassuringly smiled down at him.

'You have been so loyal to me over these past few weeks, little puppy. You've shown such an endearing amount of devotion in everything we've done together and I thank you for giving me your trust. You've taken to my training so well, I honestly didn't think we'd get to this stage so soon, yet here we are. Tonight is going to be special, for both you and I. Come here and kneel, puppy.'

Isaac felt pride swelling in his chest, his tail beginning to wag back and forth, the butterflies in his belly settling as certainty took hold. He closed the short gap, getting down onto his knees, resting his paws on his thighs and gazing up at the hyena he'd become so incredibly fond of in such a short space of time. He smiled, eyes alight with happiness.

Vara stood before him, keeping her paws in front of herself, looking down upon him like a proud owner would to their dog. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a ring of leather, studded with sparkling jewels of clear white. She pulled the leather apart at a silvery buckle, holding it out toward him.

'Isaac. Do you accept this gift that I offer you? Will you become my pet, my puppy and live here with me?'

'Yes, I accept this gift.' He swiftly answered without a hint of hesitation.

'Then from now on you will call me "Mistress" and you will obey me, otherwise I will have to teach you a lesson. Is that understood?' She said in a soft tone edged with firmness.

'Yes, Mistress.' He said, not even a hint of hesitation in his voice.

'Good boy.' She replied.

Isaac held his chin up, offering his throat to his new mistress, feeling the caress of leather against his neck as the collar was deftly slipped around it. His tail gave a wag when it was buckled, leaving him with a giddy flutter in is chest, like a pup on Christmas morning.

'Have you been wearing your plug just like I told you to?' She gave his rump a teasing swat which made the boy yip. Isaac nodded his reply. 'Speak, pup.' She said, giving his rear another playful swat.

'Yes, Mistress. Puppy has been wearing it since dinner.' He swiftly replied.

'There's a good boy. Strip down to your bare fur.' She said, a grin creeping along her muzzle.

He did so, shyness having become a thing of the past when it came to stripping in front of Vara; he'd done it enough times for it to have become a normal part of life.

'Very nice, pet. Now, get on the bed with that perfect butt of yours up in the air just like I taught you.' She said.

This however, did make him nervous. Over the last month she'd been training his rump, progressively easing him into anal play, always careful and always stopping if he asked. But he knew exactly what she wanted tonight and it didn't involve toys beyond the one that was already hidden inside his rear. It had been part of his training to wear it as often as possible. She'd even made him wear it when they went out together, the hyena taking any opportunity to reach over and grasp his ass, nudging and pushing it against his prostate. The memories made him blush.

Isaac followed his instructions, crawling up onto the bed entirely in the nude, crouching down so his chest was against the sheets and his backside was held up in the air. He didn't do anything so coy as to hide himself with his tail, knowing that would only antagonise the hyena.

'Such a good puppy I have.'

The bed shifted as Vara crawled onto it with him, soon finding her right behind his raised rear end. He'd quickly learned this was his Mistress' favourite position and he'd come to love it himself. He knew very well that she was admiring his backside, her paw stroking over his left cheek, applying a single, tender pat upon it. Her finger dipped in and traced a line around the base of that jet black buttplug that was stuck inside his pucker. That made him shudder, the nerves back there particularly sensitive from having it inside him for the past couple of hours.

Isaac gave a whimpering groan as the plug popped free of his pink ring, leaving a slight gape. It felt odd not to have it in there any more, like something crucial were missing from his body. Happily, he didn't have to wait long before it was replaced with a single finger. She zeroed in on his prostate like a viper striking after it's prey. He clenched when her finger found it, rolling around in a small circle over that cluster of nerves.

'Remember: good puppies get rewards just like this.' She smoothly cooed.

The young dog groaned with delight, that wonderfully sensitive spot being expertly massaged by his mistress. A second finger soon followed the first, the plug having done it's job keeping the boy loose, lube still present from fitting the toy in there.

Quickly, Isaac found himself aching for release, the assault on that special inner spot was precise and keenly applied. She'd been training him here as well, bringing him to the very edge of climax before relinquishing all stimulation, sometimes waiting a full ten minutes when he'd cooled right off before starting up again. Those times had been cruel, the poor wild dog worried a few times he was going to rupture something if he didn't get to unload that very second. He'd thought orgasms couldn't get much better than the blowjob she'd given him on the first night, but he'd been dead wrong. His first climax with prostate stimulation had been wild, literally taking his breath away as he moaned it all out. It was no surprise that he'd begged for more in the days to follow.

Fortunately, the training had all paid off. The twinge was there. That deep-seated, welling feeling of climax from having that particularity sensitive spot tickled. Yet, he powered through it, not giving in to that hormonal desire to reach his peak and gain gratification as soon as possible; he knew there was much better to come.

Isaac gave an elated cry when three whole fingers squished inside his passage, chewing over his lower lip to muffle the loudest of his puppyish moans.

'All three fingers again, sweetie. I'm very impressed! Who's my little anal loving puppy?' She cooed, rubbing over one of his ears in a rewarding stroke.

The dog gave a soft bark and pushed his ass up higher into the air, curling his spotted tail over the small of his back, exposing himself as much as he possibly could, offering tiny whines of need.

'Oh? You need more, do you?'

A salacious grin grew wide across Vara's muzzle, lips curving at the edges, canines showing bright and sharp. Finger slid free of him, wiping along his rump fluff to clean them of clear, warm lube. She slapped the boy's backside which got a hearty yip from him and a twitch of his perked tail.

'Now then, pup. I'm going to eat this ass out. I'm going to shove my tongue up this needy hole of yours and bathe your insides with saliva. You've never been able to withstand that kind of treatment before for long. If you hold back like a good little boy and take everything that I give, then I will fuck away your virginity this very night. But if you cum too soon, then I suppose you'll get to work on your deepthroating.'

'But...'

'Puppy. We don't backtalk our Mistress, now do we?' She said.

'No, Mistress.' He replied.

Isaac whimpered under his breath. He was already aching down below, his canine shaft having long since appeared fully from his sheath, twitching and dripping pre-cum. He took some deep, stilling breaths in an effort to find some measure of calm and cool the mad throbbing of his heart. He didn't notice his mistress coming in, the boy gasping sharply, cooing out a moan of pure desire when her warm, spongy tongue pressed flat against his puckered tailhole.

He clenched up firmly, stomach muscles going taut to hold back his urgent need to paint the bedsheets a creamy white, tensing his pink back-door at the same time. He clutched tightly at the sheets, digging his claws in, making small holes.

Her assault continued without mercy, each stroke of her wide tongue sending electric shivers shooting all the way up from his tail base to the back of his neck. The spotted dog hunkered himself right down on the bed, remembering to keep his rear elevated for his mistress; last time he'd try to lower it he'd received a bout of smacks on his tender backside; he still found it difficult to admit how much he'd enjoyed being swatted,

The boy had to endure this, had to keep going and keep himself contained, badly wanting to the reward that was to come. It was a tall order for one so frisky and worked up as he was, having carried that buttplug around for hours and not being able to pleasure himself. It was cruel, so very cruel. He loved it.

Time lost relevance as Vara lapped over his tailhole, over and over, spreading warm saliva. A few times she poked at his pucker with the very point of her tongue. He'd seen how she could roll it over into more of a cylinder shape; he'd idly wondered why he wasn't able to do the same. She used that on him, prodding along his delicate ring, seeking entrance to his tightened up rear. He knew better than to deny her, the pup taking a long, deep breath like she'd taught him, relaxing enough to allow perhaps half an inch of tongue to slide into him.

Isaac moaned heavily, that tongue rolling around his inner ring, spreading him out a little. She tickled just inside before pulling back, applying more bathing licks to his hole, soaking him with spit.

The dog squealed when he found Vara's paw sneaking up along the side of his hips, curving inward along his trim belly, gliding lower and lower. That was not playing fair! He was a loose cannon at this point, any touch to his achingly hard member would surely be the end of him. She'd done it a few times in the past and it worried him now with how close he was.

Blessedly, her paw did not drift any lower, lingering on his belly, soothing it with small circular rubs. He'd grown distracted by her paw, completely unprepared for her tongue to cram up inside his butt, delving deeper than she'd ever managed before. He howled, tensing so hard that he grew concerned he was going to hurt her tongue.

She started to pump her tongue inside him, the boy having no idea how far down she'd managed to go. It felt like a fair bit, though anything felt big when it was squeezing into something quite small. His toes curled, fingers balling up painfully hard as he rasped breathlessly, every ounce of him focused squarely on containing himself. He had to, he couldn't given in now, he was a good boy!

Finally, his trial ended. Vara pulled back, slowly tugging her tongue free, giving him a final parting lick. She hushed him, petting along each of his sides and up over his rear, rubbing each cheek in her paws.

'I'm so very proud of you, sweetie. Just breathe. That's it, like I taught you. Relax for a minute.'

She smoothed over his backside, giving the boy a few precious minutes to come down from the very edge of orgasm, panting and moaning, tugging at the sheets. His respite didn't last long, however.

'I think you've definitely earned what comes next.'

Isaac yipped as his sensitive rump was smacked, glancing back over his shoulder to see his mistress pop open a bottle of lube, applying a generous amount to her fingers. He groaned when three slipped into his ass with greater ease than before, stroking and rubbing, getting his insides nice and slick.

She didn't finger him for long; this wasn't another one of their training sessions, this was merely part of the next step. Fingers popped free, leaving the young dog feeling empty after all the playing back there.

A growl came from behind, arms looping around his middle, hyena scooting up between him, knees on either side of his own. She bumped forward, sliding her thick length up between his thighs, mashing along the underside of his balls and sheath. The boy looked between his legs, trembling at the sight of his mistress. He'd of course seen her plenty of times before, only this time, she was finally going to mount him like the betapup he was.

'Mm, going to claim this hole as mine for good this time.' She cooed by his ear. 'Going to shove every last inch up your ass and make you beg for more.' She started rocking forward, humping between his thighs, pushing the boy back and forth. 'After tonight you will be mine and mine alone, to keep, to care for, to take from what I want and for me to please.' She planted a smooch on the side of his face, her smile adoring. 'You ready, puppy?'

Isaac didn't even need to think of an answer; there really was only one. 'Please, make me yours, Mistress. Breed your puppy.'

His heart was a drum in his chest, pounding against his ribcage, stirring up his insides with nerves. He simply paid none of it any mind. This was what he needed, it was no longer a question of want.

The first press of her against his tailhole drew a whimper from the pup, his hole instinctively tensing up at first, only relaxing after he took a deep, soothing breath. He was grateful for both her tonguing and the plentiful amounts of lube she'd spread around and within him, helping to ease her enrty. She was thick, bordering on being truly uncomfortable. Fortunately, his Mistress took her time to penetrate him, easing into his backside as she growled and cooed from above.

Having her inside felt very different to tongues and toys. She was bigger for a start, stretching him tightly, inner walls a snug fit for his mistress. She was clearly battling to bury within, thankfully not seeming frustrated by it, actually relishing how tight he was.

Whenever he thought she was going to go too far she pulled back, allowing his insides to adjust to the new intrusion into an incredibly private space he'd never shared with anyone quite like this. It was true that in the last couple of months this had been Vara's place to explore, tease, please and own, only tonight this was the true claiming of his rump, never to be his own ever again. He shuddered from the mere thought of it.

Vara worked slowly up to a rutting pace, taking it easy on him at first, ensuring that he wasn't going to break under the pressure. After a solid few weeks of practice, he knew he was ready for her, even if his backside didn't quite agree; straining and stretching to contain his amorous mistress. He wanted this more than anything in the world. No, he _needed_this. Until she'd come along he'd never truly known his place in the world, drifting through school and a part-time job he didn't care for. This was what it was about. This woman. This gorgeous woman whom he got to call mistress.

There was a beautiful moment he hadn't expected. She hilted him. Every single inch buried deep, pulsing eagerly, stretching him wider than ever before. Her weighty sac nestled up against the back of his smaller pair, their difference in size had at first dampened his confidence in the early days, sheath pushing up against his ring.

The hyena released a long sigh of relief, snorting out a short breath through her nose, arms sliding around his trim waist to give a tender squeeze.

'You have got the best ass I've ever fucked, puppy. God, you're so snug and warm, it's like your butt was made for my cock. Mn, we're going to have a hell of a lot of fun breaking this in properly my tight little puppybitch.' She pushed her hips more firmly up against his backside, getting a small squeak from the boy. 'Now. Tell Mistress who's cock you love.' She growled.

'Yours, Mistress. Yours and only yours. Puppy loves how big Mistress is and how deep she is.' He replied. His voice was only a whisper; he didn't even have to think about the reply.

She kissed him between the ears. 'There's my good puppy. You can cum whenever you like now, I won't stop you or scald you if you do, sweet pup.' She cooed, pecking him behind the ears as she slipped up along his back. 'Mistress is going to start fucking her puppy properly, okay sweetheart?'Isaac simply nodded, chewing over the inside of his lower lip, clenching just once around her fat shaft.

The time for gentleness and care had come to an end, now was the moment for something much more feral and equally as passionate. Her pace grew immediately, picking up in eager strides, clearly having gone easy on him until now.

He was hammered down into the sheets, moans muffled by fabric, the boy biting into the pillow in front of him. He whimpered out, scrunching up his face as he was quite mercilessly taken by his mistress.

The only break he got was when she pulled all the way out, leaving an uncomfortably empty feeling inside. He took a quick breather, poking his nose out of drooled on sheets for some cleaner air. The boy howled when cool liquid poured down over his tenderised hole, sliding inside with relative ease; he'd not realised just how heated he was back there until now.

Vara went right back to ploughing him the moment she was lubed back up again, the difference extremely noticeable, her hips swinging back and forth in rapid smacks against his rear. They went at that pace for a time, reveling in their love-making, huffing and panting as one.

Isaac's mind fell blank in an instant, mere moments before his climax hit. It was upon him before he could do anything about it. His maw hung open in a silent cry, paws balled into fists, eyes wide and ears back. No cry came at first. No sound beyond a gurgling burble coming up from his throat. Everything came crashing down all at once, his body reeling from an intense wash of pleasure rippling through the very core of his being.

Finally, the cries of ecstasy came, rolling from his lips like a waterfall of pleasure. He howled, moaned and squealed as his orgasm struck, bursting through him, setting alight every sense all at once.

The boy painted the bed sheets, spraying and splattering rich canine seed in long lines, some even spattering over his belly. His mistress didn't stop thrusting, not even for a second, sending his sputtering cock slapping up against his tummy. The scent and sound of him seemed to drive the hyena wilder, her pace picking up once more, thrusts ending with heavy grinds that pushed that forward on the bed.

It was difficult to take note of exactly what his Mistress was up to when he was trembling mid-orgasm, only when it tapered off in a less mind-blowing floods of endorphins did he come to realise what she was doing.

'I'd not intended on doing this tonight, puppy, but you deserve it. Hold on tight.' She growled into his ear.

Isaac didn't have to wait long to figure out what she meant. Her thrusts became more focused, not drawing back nearly as far. She was starting to drill her partially swollen knot against his hole. He whimpered in response to that, receiving a growl in return. Like a good puppy he thrust back, using what remained of his strength to push himself into her hips as they came crashing down on his backside; he swore he was going to have a bruised butt tomorrow.

She leaned back from him, pumping firmly into his depths, going at a slower rate as she bent to grasp the bottle of lube again. Recklessly she emptied long strings of it down between his ass cheeks, the spotted dog chirping at the relative coolness. Gooey lubricant ran downward, the hyena wedging herself back up against his taut tailhole, working with that new bout of slick gel.

The small dog grit his teeth as Vara leaned right over him, grasping around his waist, paws clasping at the insides of his hips. She was relentless, both panting heavily and not stopping, far too enthralled in pleasure to even consider taking a break.

Despite having just crashed blissfully through an orgasm he was ready, eager for what his mistress had to give out. His tongue fell from his maw, strings of drool leaking down onto the bedspread to join the mess he'd already made of it.

That knot, only partially swollen from what he could gather, was battering at his hole over and over, clashing down in waves. His face went into the sheets as he whimpered, barely even able to keep up with her any more, the strength of his mistress being shown in full to work that knot into her puppy.

It happened in a flash. A single moment of intensity spiraling in upon itself as a thousand nerve-endings were set aflame. She tied with him. It was rough and harsh, his backside feeling bruised and his tensing anal ring sore.

Vara bit into his shoulder with a deep, lusty snarl. He keenly felt it and was acutely aware of the meaning: he was well and truly hers. No questions, no buts nor complaints. He belonged to nobody but her.

Only seconds passed before he was released, hyena tipping her muzzle back to howl and growl out her own pleasure, smacking her groin firmly against his backside, over and over, heavy taps and grinds.

Her knot hurt. Never before had he considered something like that could fit and it seemed his anal walls were agreeing with him. It was uncomfortable, fat and swollen, locked tight behind his abused ring.

He couldn't have been happier.

The overly stuffed feeling was like none other he'd experienced. The intimacy of it was incredible, the closeness he felt to his mistress was the most wonderful thing he could have hoped for. Every tiny movement she made nudged and rubbed her length against his prostate, tickling that oh-so sensitive collection of nerves.

Then, the flood began. It was hot, hotter than he could have dreamed as if someone were pumping him full of melted marshmallows, thick and gooey. He croaked out a groan, rasping breathlessly as his Mistress unrelentingly filled him, rope after rope, jolt after jolt of fiery seed rocketing up inside, seeking out every nook in his ribbed bowels. There was so much. He didn't care that it was probably the orgasmic high he was still floating on; it felt like a tsunami of sperm was being ejected up his rear.

Eventually, the deluge slowed to a few trickling spurts, tapering off to nothing after a moment or two. He was left with a sensation like no other. He was entirely, intimately filled. He could feel every single throb of his mistress' cock buried up his backside. She was continually grinding into him, not really tugging back any more, simply pushing up against his rear.

She was panting up a storm, growling in ecstasy, held firm to his smaller frame. Their bodies were hot and sticky, fur matted in a gnarled mess from their breeding.

'I'm going to be very sore tomorrow when I get up.' He murmured.

Vara grinned toothily. 'Yup. That's if I even let you out of bed.' She chuckled.

Isaac smiled blissfully, lips curved in delight, breathing out a long sigh of pleasure as he finally allowed himself to relax.

'Love you, Mistress.' He murmured.

'Love you too, Puppy.' She cooed back.

They slumped together, a mess of fur and heavy breathing, bodies twined with one another, Mistress rooted deeply up his butt. The air was filled with only the sounds of rough panting, growls and the occasional groan of delight.

Isaac had never thought such a thing could happen to him in his entire life. Their meeting out of nowhere, a twist of fate or chance that saw their world's crashing together. That first night, the doubt and worry, the tantalising new experiences; it had all led to this singular moment.

Now, he was nestled deep into the warm embrace of the hyena, tied for who knew or cared how long. This was his place, this was where he belonged; with her, at her side and in her bed.

He'd found true happiness with his beloved Mistress.