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There was something to the allure of a smoky bar during a crispy winter's night. Watching the rising smoke dance across the ceiling, desperately trying to find a way of escape, while the melody of a trumpet echoed throughout the establishment.

I hadn't planned on stopping in, the walk from class was the same as always. Ten minutes in, after I took the last drag of my cigarette, the combination of the temperature dropping and rain clouds appearing out of nowhere had worried me. I'd pass by "The Blue Giant" plenty of times before, occasionally glancing through the black tinted windows to see what was going on. All it took was some bad weather and I immediately flicked my butt away and bolted past the wooden double doors.

I was only two drinks in, nothing too fancy, just some cheap bourbon on the rocks. The hulking tiger two stools down puffed away the last bit of his cigar that he began when I came in. The two of us had traded a few glances already but nothing had came of it. Probably just feline curiosity at its finest. Heck, I don't blame him, he was in honesty the second tiger I've seen in the two years I've been here, my English professor being the other one.

In a small town like Furrest Hills, you were pretty much either working hard to escape the boring lifestyle that came with living here, or you've become contempt at the nature of the beast. Still being a grad student at the local university, the opportunity for a reboot hasn't come to pass yet.

I turn my attention back to the jazz band on stage as there session comes to an end. The hyena on the trumpet was met with a few whistles and claps from the few patrons in the bar. I had heard a little of the performance, with most of my attention focused on figuring out how I was going to get home, but it wasn't anything special. Standing up from my seat, I whispered to the bartender for another while I made my way towards the bathroom, my slender Puma build allowing me to slink by the other guest.

Thankfully, no one was inside to judge me while I took this moment to pose in the mirror. Slim frame with ash brown fur, the muscles I had complimented the twinkish body I was blessed with. Patting my blonde cashmere sweater down, and double checking to see if the zipper on the black jeans was zipped, I quietly returned to my seat. Another drink from the kangaroo bartender awaited me, as well as the hyena from earlier, who was now chatting it up with the tiger.

The weather outside refused to change for the better. "Might as well get comfy, don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while." I muttered. These were the moments I cursed myself for deciding not to bring my car with me to grad school. Sure the money I saved from gas was well worth it, but right now I was craving the warmth of my mattress.

"Mr. Asher was it?"

I spin my stool back around to the kangaroo who had placed a petite concoction in front of me. I nodded my head and glared at the red drink.

"The gentlemen over there thought you could use something more stiff to stay warm." He replied as he pointed at the stranger on the opposite side of the bar. Turning my attention towards the imposing figure, I failed to recall spotting him among the other guest upon my arrival.

Slouched over the round table sat a Rottweiler that would have caught my attention if I'd seen him anywhere else. Black and tan, with a broad frame that held his bulging biceps together firmly. The white T-shirt was loose enough to hide if his chest was as chiseled as his arms. A silk black fedora sat atop of his head as he stared in my direction, holding the the same drink the bartender passed my way.

"Cheers" he mumbled as both us threw back the spicy cinnamon elixir. The flavor was rough going down, almost causing me to chuck it back up, but once settled I could feel the fur on my skin start to loosen up.

My long tail curled up and down the stool, snapping back into its usual position after I clanked the glass down onto the bar. "You know that dog?" I asked the kangaroo.

He stopped polishing the rocks glass in his paw and turned his attention back to me. "Haven't seen him here before, or anywhere in town I don't think. Although he vaguely reminds me of someone I know."

Focusing back on the rottie, I wondered if there was an ulterior motive for the kind gesture. I've been bought drinks before, particularly from guys that never caught my eye. One time, these snow leopard twins from my writing class tried to get me drunk enough to have a threesome. None of them did anything for me though, but this gargantuan of a dog began to cause a stir in my sheath that I needed to take care of.

Suddenly, the canine stood up from his chair and grabbed the black case that sat by him. I whimpered quietly, thinking that the guy was on his way out the bar, but a devious grin could be seen on his face. He made way towards the stage, the lion on the piano nodding at him as the rottie opened up the big box and pulled a glimmering saxophone.

"Thank you for your patience everyone." he said, in a gruff tone that made me purr louder than I intended. "It's been a while since I touched this rusty thing, so go easy on me."

Those were the last words he said before the session began. All of my attention was on this dog, his mystic presence peaked my curiosity and I just had to get to know him.

With jazz, I could easily distinguish those who were special, and the one's who wouldn't make it in the big city. I had spent a few summers with my grand-parents before college, and they were jazz aficionados. Passion, that was the biggest difference between the great's who toured around the world.

A wide smile formed on my maw, as the intense sounds began to vibrate all over the establishment. His chest heaving ever so slightly, barely taking a breath before resuming his performance. Everyone in the bar was taken aback, I wanted to see their reactions but refused to take my eyes off of him. The older lion did his best to keep up, occasionally in between pauses, he'd swipe the sweat from his forehead.

Damn.

This euphoric feeling of wonder, lust, and mystery was bombarding me from the inside. Strangely enough, it felt as if we were the only two in the building. I could have sworn at some point he glanced back my way just to see if I was paying attention. Of course I was, I had become addicted to this canine, like a craving I hadn't tasted in so long.

When the performance concluded, I didn't even realize I was already standing up as the cheers exploded all over. The rottie took a bow, shaking the lion's paw and muttering a few kind words to him, as he packed up the magnificent instrument.

Before I knew it, the canine was making his way towards me, a huge grin plastered on his face. My heart melted from seeing his smile, and I sat back down as the nerves started to creep back in. With the hyena and tiger congratulating him on a wondrous performance, the bartender immediately poured him a glass of scotch that the rottie took in earnest, "That one's on the house, great job out there." He nodded before swiveling in his chair, and turning all his attention on to me.

"How'd you like the music?" he asked in a rather smug tone. There was no way I was gonna take part in stroking his ego even more, although there was something else I wouldn't mind stroking of his.

"Not too bad, how long ya been playing?" I replied, trying my best not to stare at his handsome face. The bits of gray fuzz sprinkled on top of his muzzle was his most attractive feature in my book. Yet staring at those bright amber eyes, reminded me of autumn leaves, the kind your parents raked up only for you to jump in and destroy the pile.

He chuckled loudly, sipping his drink once more, "Twenty years, although this was the first time in five I've touched the damn instrument." Spinning his chair around now facing the exit, I watched as he reached into his pocket to pull a leather case, sliding the cigar out and winking back in my direction.

"So kitty, you got a light?" the rottie asked, that gruff tone eliciting a soft purr that I hoped he didn't hear.

"Smoker with no fire? What's the deal with that?" I teased, grabbing the matches from my pants. With a swish, the sparks roared and I leaned closer to the canine. My nose scrunched up slightly, his canine musk flooding my senses. He didn't smell at all, rather the mix between the fancy cologne he wore and his natural canine scent was slightly overpowering.

Almond colored paws gripped the cigar, the both of us staring at each other, while the flame ignited the piece. Smoke clouded our vision as he puffed away, never breaking contact with me. I flicked my white tipped tail back in forth, the smoke helping hide the blush erupting from my muzzle. Damn canines always think they have the upper hand against us felines.

I blew the fire out, leaning back into the stool in hopes of easing my nerves that this rottie obviously knew he was stirring. "The name is Rowan by the way, what's your kitty?"

I flicked my ears at that word again, instinctively drawing out my claws. "It's Asher, not kitty." I spat. "Call me that one more time and I'll scratch something else of yours." That had taken him by surprise, his silver gauged ear perking up, taking another drag before responding.

"Got a little bite to you Asher, I like that." he says, "Well, what brings a cute puma like yourself to a smoky jazz bar in the first place." I took another sip of bourbon, glancing back to the outside watching as the rain fell down. "I was heading back home from the college, but the weather seemed to have other plans. Just hunkering down until it gets better outside."

Rowan exhaled softly, "Hate to break it to you, doesn't look like its stopping soon." I nodded in agreement, lamenting how I'd probably have to walk home in the rain, but the dog had other plans.

"If you don't mind then, I'd like to offer you a ride home." he smiled innocently, "Before you respond, I'm not trying to kidnap you or anything, my parents just taught me to take care of good people in need." He leaned in closer, I could practically feel his breath tickle my ear, causing it twitch somewhat. "You seem like a good guy Asher."

Any smart feline would rebuke the canine's advances, it was obvious he had his eyes set on me the moment he performed with his saxophone. That euphoric feeling from before had resurfaced, this time his whispers stirred my sheath. There was no more denying it, I needed this rottie. "Your a smooth dog, Mr. Rowan." I spat, "Let me close up my tab."

I overheard the tiger that was sitting further down grunt in frustration, apparently mad Rowan was able to pull his prey while he couldn't. While the two of us stood up, I noticed Rowan's stubby tail wagging side-to-side, a quiet giggle escaping my maw.

Showers of rain greeted us as we stepped outside, the frigid wind trying it's best to penetrate my skin. He prompted me to stand under his umbrella for safety, but I think it's just an excuse for him to put his paw around me. Rowan notices the tension in my shoulders disappear and nods to himself, as we hastily make our way to his car.

Upon arrival, Rowan hurriedly opens the passenger door and ushers me inside. The canine reappears on the other side and starts to crank the engine. Warm air soon filled up the vehicle, as both us exhaled in unison. I watched carefully as he placed his instrument in the backseat, now averting his eyes back at me, those amber stones glistening in the night. "Much as I'd like to sit stare into your eyes all night, could you tell me where we're going?" He asked.

My cheeks could probably cook a egg sunny side-up about right now. I shook my head in an attempt to cool down, before instructing the canine to my apartment. Rowan tapped the address into his GPS and after confirming the destination, backed out of the parking lot as we began en route.

The first few minutes into the drive were quiet, echoes of the weather outside battered my ear drums. Rowan was focused on safely getting me home, never once losing sight of whats in front of him. Occasionally, he'd glance back at me, probably making sure I was doing alright. I'd nod, and shift in my seat, trying to find the best position to lay my tail comfortably. Another minute passed and I finally spoke up.

"Nice ride you got here, don't see something like this around here often." I said, leaning my elbow onto the door rest.

"Thanks, but I'm just renting it while I'm in town. Trust me, my pick-up may be beaten, but she don't know the meaning of give up." My face froze upon the realization that Rowan's time here was limited, this would probably be a classic hook-up and in the morning he'd be gone, with only a sore tail and the scent of canine spunk a reminder of his time.

"How long are you in town for?" I muttered, not actually wanting to hear the answer.

"Two weeks, give or take. Helping my brother out while he recovers from an injury he got on the job." He must have noticed the look on my face as he reached out with his paw, and tussled the fur on my head. I wanted to stop him, but body was in denial, it knew the truth. Seconds passed and I pushed his paw aside, focusing back on him.

"Alright, you gotta tell me...what made you pick me."

"Why not?" he replied, delivering a toothy grin that tilted me a bit.

"Spill it dog." I hammered. I wasn't going to let him smooth talk his way out of this. "There were plenty of others that you could sway into bed with you, but you picked the naive college kitty."

He roared from laughter, my heart jumping from the sudden burst. He swiftly remarked on the kitty comment, and I ignored it all, wanting a clean answer from the canine. Rowan gathered himself, leaning back into the seat, and replied. "To tell you the truth, I only went in there wanting to break out my old girl. My brother had told me about the "The Blue Giant" before, and pestered me into playing on stage whenever I decided to visit." The short fur on his muzzle tensed up slightly at the mention of his brother.

"Didn't plan on much, play a session, knock back a few drinks and be on my way. Then I noticed this sexy feline walk out of the bathroom, still shivering from the cold and I just had to help." Rowan winked and I just moaned in response. "But that's not why. When I got on stage and began playing, I was reminded of something that I'd thought I lost forever."

I waited patiently for the rest, entranced like a kid watching a super-hero movie. Suddenly the car stopped, Rowan had put it in park, meaning we had reached our destination. The rottie read me with ease, putting his finger to my lips, whispering he'd tell me another time. The taste of leather, metal, and canine was one I'd never forget.

Rowan insisted on opening the door for me again, I indulged in his mannerly behavior, thanking him as he protected me from the harsh weather. Feeling a sense of comfort, I was excited to finally be home after a rather eventful day, which will get even wilder once inside.

Atop the staircase, I jumbled the keys around, while Rowan stood behind me. His breath battering my neck, a mix of his canine heat and the chilly air, I eventually unlocked the door and ushered the rottweiler inside.

It wasn't until I took a few step in that I realized Rowan hadn't followed me. Turning back around, I saw him still at the peak of the staircase. "My apologies Asher, this is where we part for now."

That sent a jolt of lightning throughout my body and quickly rushed over back to his side. My eyes gleamed of hunger and lust, this canine brought out feelings that I'd never experience. What was the point of all of it if he was just going to leave me.

"Thought you'd come inside and play with me a little bit?" I responded seductively, hoping to change his mind and fill this appetite of mine.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't wanting the same thing, but..." There it was the final nail in the coffin. All this must have been a game of his, try to trick the poor college kid into thinking he'd get his world rocked. I thought jerks like that only existed in romantic comedies. Rowan whimpered at my frustration and wrapped his paw around my waist, pulling us closer than we'd ever been.

"Didn't I tell you, my mama raised a gentlemen." I looked up into those bright amber eyes again as he stared down at me. If only we could stand like this forever, I thought. He squeezed harder, appreciating the heat our bodies gave off, as my sheath itched with every passing second.

"I didn't take you home tonight to fuck you, although that does sound fantastic." He stopped, and for a moment I could feel bulge between his pants press up against mine. "I was wondering though, if you wouldn't mind continuing this tomorrow. Pick you up around noon, take a walk around the park, heard we're suppose to get a few feet of snow."

I couldn't believe this hunky canine wanted to go on a date with me. Throwing out all the negative things I previously thought about Rowan, I nodded at his proposal, cheeks flush as a tomato.

"Excellent!" he replies, the vibrations from his stubby tail reverberated all over, causing me to smile briefly at the feat. Then his paw swiped my muzzle, tilting it up to face him, his muzzle approaching mine swiftly. Closing my eyes in anticipation, I waited until I felt his muzzle plant a tender kiss on the side of mine. It was everything and nothing, a simple tease for the things to come.

"See ya around tomorrow Asher, make sure to dress nice and warm." Rowan departed from the apartments, and soon enough he was driving away, the fur on my cheeks still burning of passion and lust. Realizing I was still standing in the rain, I headed inside excited for the day ahead.

*

From rainy nights, to frigid mornings, the weather in town felt like the god's above loved watching us scamper around like ants. After last night's interesting turn of events, I had decided to finish most of my school work last night in an attempt to free the rest of my day. Sadly, the plan may have backfired, as I rose from my slumber with bags rounding my eye lids.

"That damn canine, acts like he's got me wrapped up around his fingers." Cursing his name, I checked the time, relieved that I hadn't overslept. Peeking out through the windows behind my bed, Rowan had been telling the truth, as flurries of snow fell from the heavens. It wasn't quite cold enough to stick properly, but within hours, I knew the trek to the park wasn't going to be easy.

Most mornings, I didn't care much about how I looked, there was no one in class that I wanted to I impress. Rowan had asked me to dress appropriate, and after deciding to heed his words, I grabbed a snug red turtleneck and slim khaki's from my closet.

Even in my dreams, images of that hunky canine were plastered all over. That signature toothy grin of his, at times induced feelings of frustration, the kind of look you'd want to wallop someone for. Yet, my body melted whenever those amber eyes bore into my soul, like he was searching my past for something.

A cold shower helped ease the itch between my legs, and after checking the mirror at my appearance, I checked my watch once more. "Noon, guess he should be here any moment."

Right on cue, a knock emulated from the door way, and I hurried over, slightly embarrassed at how excited I was. Whispers could be heard from the other side, and for a moment I wondered if it was actually him.

As the door creaked open, there in the winter wonderland laid that hulking figure that crowded my dreams last night. He must have not realized the door had opened, as I caught him muttering to himself words that I failed to catch. "Were you talking to yourself?" I asked, taking notice of his paws behind his back.

Rowan finally noticed me standing in the doorway and chuckled, brushing his one paw down his sides in attempt to gather himself. "Hey there kitty, don't mind me I was just umm..." He turned his head back and forth, buying some time to think. "Actually, I was practicing what I was going to say when you opened the door."

I pressed my finger against his chest, prodding him for calling me that name again. Rowan pouted a bit, that short muzzle sliding down, but I refrained from moving my paw away. I took notice of the canine's interesting physique, although his biceps screamed strong and firm, his chest was tender like my favorite plush growing up. Turning my attention to the rottie, he wiped that sad face of his away and replaced it with a smirk. "Hope I didn't disappoint you. With age, it gets more difficult to keep this physique in tip top shape." he remarked.

I snickered, retracting my paw from his chest and placing to my side. "What'cha got behind you Rowan?" I asked, curiosity taking over me.

A wide smile took shape, and he finally pulled his paw from behind him and presented me with a gift. "Thought you might enjoy these, picked them up on my way here."

My eyes glistened like a dark starry night, the flowers were exquisite in color, drenched in purple with hints of a sunny yellow. I covered my mouth with my paw, hoping that Rowan didn't hear the gasp that escaped me. They were wrapped in an adorable bouquet, with a tiny card reading "From: Rowan" hanging in the middle. "Flowers? Isn't that a little old school." I teased, accepting them and taking a quick whiff. The fragrance was sweet like honey, with shades of it's origin mixed in. It reminded me of last night, and the flirty way Rowan would speak to me.

After placing the bouquet on the kitchen counter, I scampered back to him, locking the door behind me. The flurries were more of an annoyance than anything else, scattering the ground like a minefield. Rowan wore suitable attire for the evening. Gray pea-coat slung over his body, with a matching black wardrobe underneath. "You dress well for an old dog."

Rowan winced at the comment, slouching down in defeat and meeting me at head level, "Hey now, I'm only 30, don't let the bits of gray fool you."

"Could have fooled me, and here I thought I pulled myself a sugar daddy." I replied, smirking at the now reddened canine. Now it felt like I was in control, the power I felt lost without.

"The only thing getting pulled here..." he remarked, leaning in closer with his breath practically tickling my ear, "is maybe that tail later on." If the steam that rose from my body and exploded out my eardrums wasn't enough, Rowan followed up with a playful flick of his tongue, licking my feline ears. I had been relinquished yet again of my power, now replaced with a craving for a musty canine. "Was that really necessary?" I replied.

The rottweiler stretched his arms, raising his back straight and smiled, "I think I like seeing you like that, probably my favorite look of yours so far." Putting my paw up, I pretended to use it as a barrier from Rowan's flirtatious advances, sticking my tongue out in defiance.

It'd been ten minutes since we left my humble abode, the snow finally littering the park area. Trees were bare as the bones on a skeleton, bundles of white adorning the branches all over. The local playground appeared the same, bits of ice and snow scattered each segment of the area. A group of little foxes caught my attention, the three of them climbing across the monkey bar's, imitating that exact species. The parents not too far off sitting on a bench, watching as their kids were enjoying a peaceful afternoon in the park.

The canine beside me suddenly halted our walk, turning his attention to the arctic fox couple, flashing a friendly smile and wave. The mom waved back, while the dad responded with a simple nod. It was times like this, where it felt like the world was on pause, and you could finally take a moment to appreciate how beautiful everything is. I couldn't remember the last time I stepped back to smell the roses.

Rowan suddenly grabbed my paw, deciding that it was time to resume our adventure, and held it firmly against his. I looked up at him, slightly confused at the sudden touch of affection, and I was met with that signature grin. "Sorry, my hand was getting a little cold, hope you don't mind."

Without giving him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered, I pressed my head down, leaning in closer to him. Our bodies felt like they were trying to fuse, but I wouldn't stop it, I'd just watch along as we become whole. I had a feeling that Rowan would do the same too. I'd never met anyone so friendly to random strangers, his attitude was always up-beat, that toothy smile of his could melt a cold heart instantly. Rowan had me hook, line and sinker, my cravings for this dog were at an all time high.

We continued our walk, brushing past the playground and the kids that inhabited it, while the sun tried it's best to peek out above the clouds. It was difficult to tell if the warmth was from Rowan's studly body or the slight rise in temperature. Either way, I was happy and prayed this feeling would never go away.

"Hey Rowan, you mentioned your brother the other day. What does he do exactly?" In my two years since moving down here to Furrest Hills, I hadn't seen many rottweilers around. It didn't help that I spent most of my time at the university, or home playing the latest shooter that was released. His caramel colored paws squeezed mine tight at the mention of his brother, did something happen between the two of them.

He huffed before responding, "Actually kind of glad you don't know who he is, mean's you've been staying out of trouble." Rowan stated, tilting his head up as the flurries bombarded us. "He's the Chief of Police in town, got injured on the job last week trying to stop a robbery." The canine was right to think I wasn't the type to get wrapped up in trouble. My parents taught me to always respect the law and avoid any shady scenes, although there were times that both rules didn't apply. I faintly remember one of my classmates, a burly bear from English, relaying to me about what happened at the bank last week. Course, it didn't pertain to me so I shoved the information to the side.

Rowan and I stopped on a dime, a feeling of dread and hope fueled me. Rowan picked up on my worries and simply shook his head and grinned. "Don't worry, he's a tough dog, a bullet isn't going to slow down that brother of mine." A sigh of relief expelled from me, and I reached out and grabbed his paw once more, this time reciprocating the touch of affection as I firmly held on. Hints of blush formed on that cute muzzle of his, a sight that I could get used to.

"That bring me to the reason I'm down here, he don't trust any of his subordinates to take his place while he's on leave. Dumb dog would rather call in a favor from his younger brother than let anyone in the force replace him." he said, using his claw to glide against the fur of my paw.

Behind that heart warming smile of his, I knew that there was something bugging him. My sharp intuition could see past the facade he put up, maybe their sibling relationship wasn't as happy as Rowan wanted it to appear.

I pointed towards a nearby bench, signaling to Rowan that I wanted to take break. After I dusted the snow and ice off the bench, the two of sat down quietly, puffs of visible cold air hovering around us before disappearing into vast gray sky. "I'm sorry to hear about your brother, hope he makes a swift recovery." I stated.

"Bah, enough about him, I want to know more about you Asher. What's a cutie like you doing in a town like this?" Rowan asked, tussling the fur on my head.

I'd been taken back by the question, this whole time I was so intrigued by this canine that I hadn't even properly introduced myself. I leaned the entire weight of my body on his shoulder, in hopes of warming back up.

"Well, after finishing my degree in the hometown I'm from, I yearned for something to spark a fire in me. There wasn't much I could do with my degree at the time, it was either stay in town and work for my parents at the local bakery or pursue my masters. That lead me to Furrest Hills, a town I hoped would satiate my hunger for something exciting." I huffed, realizing that nothing had changed since my arrival. The introvert in me was a blessing and a curse, barely anyone to really call a friend, no job to provide me with a steady income. Hell, even my mom and dad were still sending me my monthly allowance.

"What do you hope to accomplish after your done here?"

I knew Rowan meant it in the nicest way, the dog so far never faulting to show how much he cared about my input. Yet, the question bugged me a bit, at this point in life I'd been trying to get by every day. Class, homework, game and repeat. Rarely did I think what life after college would be like.

"Originally, I planned to get my Master's in creative writing and find a teaching job at whatever university would accept me. I think that's still the goal, but I haven't thought about it since I first moved." I replied.

Moving my head from the comfortable position of Rowan's shoulder, my ears darted towards his face to see his reaction. My parent's would have scolded me for not having a concrete plan after my master's,but he just seemed content with listening to me ramble on about myself.

"No rush there Asher, It's alright if you don't know what you wanna do yet." he remarked, grabbing my left shoulder and placing me back where I was, his warmth bringing me back to life. "Your still young kitty, there's going to be times in your life where you won't know what the future holds. That's why it's best to enjoy what you have now."

Rowan sounds apologetic, like he was sorry for me, as if I was carrying this massive weight of unknown expectations. There was no way I was going to allow the canine to see me cry, scrunching my face up, desperately forcing the tears back. Only the scent of Rowan's canine musk, a smell that I was growing fonder by the minute of, had brought me back to the present.

It was difficult to tell if Rowan had seen me shed a few tears, his stout muzzle only looking forward ahead. We sat there for another minute, nothing being said, just complete silence as the snow fell around the two of us. The pitter patter beat of his heart resonated all over, I counted the rhythm in my head, almost inducing me into a sleep like state.

"Hey there, don't go getting sleepy on me yet. Still one more place I wanna show you." As he rose from the bench, I eagerly wrapped my arm around his, sneaking a firm squeeze of those biceps, before we resumed our date.

Rowan and I continued our stroll through the park, the flurries from before slowly beginning to fade away as the day grew longer. I thought it'd look weird if anyone saw us huddled up together like this, but there was barely anyone out and about at this time. "The weather must have deterred everyone away." I muttered. At least now I wouldn't have to worry about catching any stray daggers from anyone, not that the town was proudly against two males being together. You just never know sometimes.

Finally, as we grew closer to our destination, my feline ears picked up on a distant sound. It was a melody that I'd recognize in an instant, and Rowan must have heard it too, as his stubby canine ears shot up and a slight grin began taking shape. Call it feline instincts, but I knew something was up.

The blaring notes of a trumpet overwhelmed the stillness of the afternoon, acting as a sign that even in the most tranquil of places, time stops for no one. The park gazebo could be observed up ahead, the shaded fortress located in the middle of the central park surrounded by withered tree and a snowy landscape, and inside was a familiar face I thought I wouldn't see so soon again.

Playing before us was the same hyena from last night, his caramel spotted paws grooving along the golden instrument. Even though he wasn't as skilled as Rowan, the music was hitting my soul in a way that tugged at my heart strings.

I felt the ground beneath vibrate slightly, as Rowan began to tap his foot to the rhythm of the groove, waving his paw towards the hyena. "Thanks again for coming at short notice." he said. The hyena simply nodded and continued playing along, while my hunky canine grabbed my paws and said in a gentle tone. "Would you care to dance?" Rowan asked, leaning down meeting me at eye level.

"Did you set this all up?" I replied, but the canine shook his head, noting that that wasn't what he had asked. "But I'm not much of a dancer, besides I don't want to embarrass myself in front of you." I replied, shyly lowering my head.

Like a knight in shining armor here to save the princess from the might dragon, Rowan simply bowed and told me to follow his lead. Suddenly grabbing my paw, he hoisted me back into an upright position and used his other paw to fondle the arch of my back. "If it help, just imagine it's only the two of us. Back home in your living, where no one can see how many times you've stepped on my toes." That elicited a hearty chuckle out of me, one that sent me into his alternate reality.

A strange feeling of deja vu began to overwhelm me, I had been here before just last night. It was the exact same feeling I had when I heard Rowan playing for the first time. In response, I held onto his broad canine shoulders, leaning in closer so I could lay my head against that strapping chest of his. Again, Rowan's exquisite musk was comforting in a relaxing way, if I could, I'd never wanna break away.

One. Two. Three. Four.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Our bodies embraced each other, together providing enough warmth to keep from the frigid air bothering us. The gentle notes of jazz danced around in the background, although the hyena wasn't on the same level as Rowan, it didn't matter because this moment was everything I could have hoped for. For so long I'd yearned for something to take me away from the false reality that I lived in.

"Here I thought you said you weren't a good dancer, seem pretty good to me." he said.

"It's a work in progress, but having a great teacher is a big help." I replied, taking in more of that seductive canine musk. I could sense his heart skip a beat at that remark, that midnight colored muzzle turning bright red. He proceeded to rest his chin on my head, as we continued our slow dance in the middle of the park.

Before long, I began to feel something rub up against my groin, the tool poking at me and stirring my own weapon. The synapses in my brain were firing in all corners, telling me to cop a feel and after a moment to contemplate, my paw brushed over his sheath. Even with the fabric standing between me and the prize, his cock was already at full-mast and felt bigger than anything I'd mess with before.

"Someone's getting anxious?" he remarked, cupping my left cheek with his big paws.

"That should be my line, don't you think?" I replied. The warmth emanating from his crotch fueled my drive by the second.

"Well how about we go back to your place and get out of this cold?" Rowan asked, and with a simple nod, the muscular canine picked me up and carried us away. As the music began to fade away, the hyena left us with a high pitched whistle, indicating he knew exactly what were getting into.

*

The sounds of the door slamming open could have startled even the bravest of men, my body still slung over Rowan's shoulder like a damsel in distress. No words were exchanged on our way back home, only the occasional pant from my horny dog. A quick slap on my ass elicited a submissive yelp from me, as he opened the gates to my bedroom.

"Hope you don't mind the mess." I stated, although it seemed to fly right through him as he lowered me down to the messy mattress. I watched steadily as Rowan wasted no time stripping out of his jacket and t-shirt, his delicious muscle gut finally revealing itself to me. I ingrained the sight into my brain for future needs.

Suddenly the gap between us was closed, his muzzle mere inches from mine. This time I took the initiative, locking my lips with his, as I forced entry into his maw. Our tongues danced together like we had been just an hour ago outside in the snow. Instinctively, my legs spread apart, offering him access to what he wanted. His paws quickly found their way to my zipper, taking no time to get me down to my briefs, my cock restrained inside the fabric. Rowan growled into my maw, using his claw to tease the wet spot soaked with pre, causing my body to shudder.

"Sorry if I'm being too rough, I can't help myself anymore." He said, slipping out of his pants and flashing his glistening sheath. I broke apart our kiss to stare at the prize I had my eyes set on, bits of pre already sliding down that musky tip of his.

"Don't apologize, I've been waiting for this moment." I replied, and that must have been the nail in the coffin. Rowan grabbed my neck with his mouth, savoring the taste of my feline musk. The light nibbles caused my legs to wrap around his thighs, while his paws grabbed my t-shirt and instantaneously ripped it apart, leaving us both bare.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one." I could tell that the sweet and adorable canine I had grown to adore was now replaced by a dog who knew what he wanted. That smug grin of his swapped out for a lecherous smirk. Using my paws, I grabbed both of our underwear and slid them down, our cocks bouncing off each other, finally free from their restraints.

That sent Rowan over the edge as he used his canine teeth to graze my sensitive nipples. Placing my hand on the back of his head, I begged him to keep going, I needed this just as bad as he did. He swirled his tongue around like a lollipop, occasionally flicking it up and down. His back muscles flexed with every movement, the sweat slowly trickling down the canine's glistening body and splashed my thighs.

After enough teasing, I moaned submissively as Rowans tongue slid down my pelted stomach, making its way towards the prize below. Pre began sputtering out of my dick due to the friction of that canine's slick fur. He was in complete control, even if I wanted to do something, I knew there would be no stopping him.

"Excited dog you are, let me assist a bit then." I remarked as I slid two of my claws into my maw, twirling my tongue to lube them up. Rowan must have heard the audible popped that left my mouth as I retracted my paws and instantly grabbed them before I could reach my hole.

"No." the canine exclaimed, his voice stern with a slight echo that reverberated throughout the bedroom.

"Let me take care of you, I wanna do this. You just sit back and be a good kitty." he said, before nuzzling that stout muzzle of his against my barbed cock. Drops of pre landed right across his muzzle, and if that wasn't the hottest thing I've seen tonight then...damn.

That wet nose of his sent chills down my spine, as he pressed it down on my sack, savoring the smell of sweaty feline and lavender. Rowan groaned and inhaled once more, and my paws once more found themselves placed upon his head. Like a dog to a bone, his tongue found its way at the head of my cock, lapping at the pre on top and sending my lust into overdrive.

Using my claws, I began to run my paws down his back, eliciting a growl from the busy canine and I wondered exactly what his plan tonight was. My cock flicked with every touch of that muzzle, and I almost shouted out at him to put it in his mouth, until I felt him lower his head further down. That warm canine breath now hissing against my naked entrance, I could feel him rumble as he grabbed my thighs and held them up.

Wasting no time at all, his slobbery tongue penetrated my insides and I uttered noises that would make even the straightest guy get a hard-on. As my body squirmed from the excessive rim job, my tail cradled around his neck, trying to find some sort of balance. Damn those canine's and their tongue that could lubricate a desert if they tried.

Minutes passed by, and my legs were beginning to tire out from the position they were in. Rowan made sure to kiss my pucker one last time before deciding to proceed to the main course. No longer hesitant, I smiled at him giving him the hint to breed like the raw dog I now knew he was. He aimed that canine cock at my hole and slowly sinked his way in, as I did my best not to allow him penetration.

For a moment, I thought I'd bitten off more than I could chew. Rowan was bigger than anything I'd ever taken. No amount of toys or lube could prepare me for his thick and juicy tool, but I wanted to feel everything he had to give me. Biting down on my lib, my paws instinctively grabbed hold of his pecs, holding on for dear life as his cock inched further into me.

Finally he hilted the base of his knot at my pucker, and the two of us froze, appreciating the warmth we were providing each other. A mixture of sweat and drool fell down like drops of rain from up above, some of it landing in my mouth and I gladly swirled my feline tongue around my lips. That sent him in to a frenzy as he pulled out all the way and rammed his dick back in. The hellish pain I was in quickly turned into a lustful heaven as that canine cock began to hit the sweet spot only gay males knew all too well.

The sound of his balls slapping against my taint was music to my ears, better than music that the best artist in the world could produce. I was like a bitch in heat, and Rowan was the only thing that could satisfy this craving. The musky smell of sweaty cat and dog, clouded my vision and I leaned up closer to his body, wrapping my paws around his sturdy neck and pulling him closer. Rowan obliged, as our bodies now danced to the beat of their own drum, that tempered cock battering my insides in pursuit of reaching the end of the finish line.

"Pl...Please Asher! Stop clenching so much..." he stammered, but I was lost in a daze of hot rottie sex. The sexy muscle gut of his rubbing against my barbed cock had finally sent me over the edge and I moaned like the good kitty he thought I was. Jets of cum released from my dick, coating our bodies like we were being glued together. That was the last straw, Rowan pulled back once more and succeeded in pushing that bulbous knot past my entrance and I cried out. Without warning, he bit down on my neck, completing the mating bite as I heard him growl like a feral beast above me.

One, two, three, I stopped counting how many spurts of cum coated my insides. I laid there taking it all in for him, as there was no where else for it to go. My body shudders for a while, as the two of us come back to reality from our sex-filled daze, Rowan now repeatedly licking the wound around my neck. He must have been sorry for not asking permission to mark me, but reached out petting his head whispering to him that he had been a good doggie.

I was on the brink of passing out. Tired, exhausted, wet, and sticky. We stayed like that for a while, waiting for Rowan's knot to deflate, and thoughts of the previous night began pestering my brain.

"You never did tell me what drew you towards me?" I asked, hoping to get a straight answer out of him this time.

Rowan picked his head back up and stared into my eyes, yet again those amber eyes piercing my soul. He cleared his throat and answered, "You looked a little lost when I first laid eyes on you, reminded me of myself years back when I didn't know what direction life was going to send me. Something told me that maybe I could provide you with a little direction." I whimpered at the sweetness of the way he phrased his words. Rowan made me feel like, for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged.

With a peck on my cheek, he continued, " You reminded me of something sentimental, when I was on stage, that feeling hit me like a truck and I just had to share this feeling with you. I wanted you to savor this feeling even more, which is why I didn't fuck you the first night."

For one last time, he shined that signature smirk of his and passed out on top of me. "Good night Rowan." I carried the weight of the dog into my dreams, as we slept the night away. No longer feeling alone or left out, but feeling like I'd finally found a home.