Downward Facing Dog
#1 of Sallegar
The crema stared at him from the bottom of the DaintyCup; burnt umber foam. "They light it differently, though, sideways. That's how you can tell they're from Shinjuku, versus Rio, say."
The espresso was good, which was wrong.
"Also, they go out of their way to smoke the most exotic smokes. Short Davidoffs, if they top, black Nat Shermans if they're thin."
Wrong because it cost less than the WAN access.
"You can tell a cheap one from an expensive one through one easy sniff: if they're smoking a kretek of any kind, they're cheap."
Wrong because the WAN access was fast, mostly unfiltered. Wrong because it was just about dawn. Wrong because the old expat next to him was rambling on about what brand of cigarettes the tricks around here smoke. Too loud. Too early.
Jesse lifted his head out of his hands, pulled from the hypnosis at the bottom of his paper espresso container. He massaged the rust of exhaustion out of his face, hands numb from awkwardly cradling his head. Felt around for a credit card, found it, wiped it over the payment pad. Green light. Authenticated, approved. "Thanks," more of a cough than anything.
The fluorescence of the night was beginning to evaporate into the stratosphere, puddles turning from black to blue, blue to grey. Concrete was forgiving to colors; very flexible, thought Jesse. This part of town was very quiet this time of morning, which is why Jesse supposes he comes here. Business sector of town has been buzzing for the last hour, but this little latitude of the city was desolate. Only a few straggling drunks, tricks, hookers, salarymen. Street sweepers have already gone by.
That's the idea though, thought Jesse. To get here between the street cleaning crews and sunrise. I'll need to go back home, then work, in the next hour. Sucks.
Jesse threw his coat open, thrust his hands into his pleated pants, walked a few paces, stopped. Eyes screwed shut, staring up through the break in the towers at nothing. Sharp inhalation, exhale with malice.
"Downward facing dog."
***
First the sugar-- sweetener. Then the cream-- cream-er. One pump of hazelnut. Nutt-er. Finally, coffee. Jesse pours the black liquid into the worn, squash colored mug. Watches as the powders and liquids combine into a new color. Coffee, too, is flexible, thought Jesse.
"You look ragged."
"Yeh." Old. Bald. Worn. "Like ten year old tires."
Jesse danced like a robotic vacuum through the cube maze, eyes at the bottom of his cup. Autopilot. Vacuum could do my job. I almost wish it would. But it wont. I am at my desk now. Green light. Authenticated, approved.
The cup now at rest on his desk, Jesse's eyes swiveled on a lazy axis to the displays in front of him.
"Authenticate." Female. Warm. Productive.
"Eat shit."
"Authenticating... Approved. Jesse White, Senior Trend Analyst, FabricantContosso Baltimore. Welcome back, and good morning. You have 3 new video messages and two new voice messages. You have thirty seven new email. Your next appointment is a conference call with two participants at--"
"Stop."
"Pausing."
Jesse leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling. Resigned inhalation of breath, exhale with frown.
"Downward facing dog."
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with downward facing dog. Ple--"
"Video mail."
"Ok, video mail. To return to the main menu, say, 'Main Menu.' First, an unacknowledged message from:"
The screen displays a man in a suit. "SarwayaVahandieNelson Law Firm, Armarillo, Texas, United States."
"--left Sunday, April 9th at 9:30 PM."
"Good evening Mr. White, my name is Daniel Craig with SarwayaVahandieNelson Law Firm, Armarillo, Texas, United States. We need to see--"
"Pause."
"Sure, deleting. To undelete this message, say 'Undelete this message'." A pause.
"Undelete this message."
"Sure, message purged." Jesse stared blankly at the seamless dual displays. "Dial network operations center."
"Sure, dialing extension: nine, nine, nine."
Jesse cradled his head in his hands, his hair hanging like a willow around a pond, mentally swimming through the coffee. Down, into the bottom of the cup. Where it was quiet. Warm.
"NOC, Li." Young. Bald. Bored.
"Li, this is Jesse in Trends. I just deleted a video mail."
"Ok."
"Guess I'd like to get it back, Li." Jesse is swimming in a warm sea of coffee.
"Just say 'Undelete this message.'"
"It purged the message, Li. S'why I'm putting in the effort to just say 'Dial network operations center.'" Burrowing like a little crab in a sandy ocean floor of granulated sweetener.
"Purged is purged, Jesse from Trends."
"Thats cool." A marshmallow buoy, bobbing calmly in the tranquility of the coffee bubbles. "Bye."
"Do you want to end this phone call? Say, 'I'd like to end this phone call,' to end this phone call or, 'Continue call' to unmute and continue this call."
"I'd like to end this phone call." Marshmallow sharks poured from the instant oatmeal, floating with the marshmallow. Oats as coral reefs on the sugar sand beneath the waves.
***
"I thought everyone spoke English."
"Not every-body, but most people."
Jesse glazed into the video cam. "I don't speak any other languages."
"Which explain why you have not gone out to any other part of city. Please, we take you to nice time. Have 'tour guide' to show you Osaka. Minamura is very much city of dreams."
"Number one in all of Japan, I would suppose." Jesse said, emphasis placed painstakingly on each syllable to be correct. To be American English.
"Number one in all of Japan, yes! Anything you wish to find, you must only search hard enough!"
Downward facing dog. "What time will your welcome wagon be over?"
"19 tonight. Dress how you see fit, it will determine the night your tour guide shows. Her name is Ina Nene-san. You will be notified of her arrival through Communicator."
"Ina-san. Sugoi, watashi wa kamaimasen." Fucker.
"Very good, your phrase book seem to be helping very much!" Fucker.
"Well, I'll be waiting for Ina-san, then. Ja ne." Fucker.
"Ki o tsukete, Wheato-san."
Downward facing dog.
***
Corporate. It was always my dream to go corporate, thought Jesse. Get a degree, work hard, sell my soul over and over again until I can finally retire. And then die, alone. But it wasn't so simple, because before you can die, you have to twist and undulate on the skewer of guilt piercing your heart, knowing that you never really did much of anything really meaningful.
"Did you enjoy your calamari?"
The tentacle twisting and undulating on his plate was actually suprastandard, though the fact that it was still alive was, well, "It's alarmingly... it was good."
"Sugoi! I'm very pleased that you have enjoyed your meal." Nene extended her thin, professional smile.
Jesse urged himself to smile back. Just smile, and this decision to take this job in Minamura will be a fantastic decision. Everything will work out just fine.
The wait staff came to the table again, more ceremonious kowtowing and "sugoi" and "arigato" and thin, polite smiles. The cheque was paid, fashionable coats were collected, and out again into the neon night.
Nene gracefully powered her long, professional legs across the concrete catwalk of what Jesse started to realize was Gringolandia-Nippon. Pushing his patent-leather feet across the ground, absorbing everything below eye-level, Jesse followed Nene past Prada, past Gucci, past diamonds and hamburger stands. Just do what the Boss says, that's corporate. Get the tour over with, go home, sleep for an hour, get up, walk around Gringolandia some more.
The hustle of whatever street they were on was starting to make Jesse feel claustrophobic and small. Japanese seemed to be able to slide around eachother with grace, but Jesse kept knocking into people as the pedestrian mall narrowed into an even busier intersection.
The dull thrumming of the crowd was starting to wear on Jesse. "So where are we now?"
"We are just now converging on Akihabara. High-end electronics, games, otaku things. Any of those interest you?" Polite, smiling, head askew, awaiting a tired shrug from Jesse.
A giant, wide-eyed head winked at him from a sunflower field, 'Samsung' was all he could make out of the romanized characters on the enormous display. 'Voice-Active System!' Jesse's mouth twitched slightly into a frown, "Uh, no, I get enough high end, voice-activated electronics at the office."
Hands folded on top of her precise black pencil skirt, Nene bends and smiles. "Very well, let us see if we can find something new to try!"
Maybe we can go to McDonald's, thought Jesse as he easily made his way through the crowd, following his polite guide through the swarm. Wait a second--
Jesse found himself suddenly in the calm eye of the storm. A street performer? A dead wino?
"Ah." A host club. Fabulous men hurried to keep up with the pace of prospective customers, who averted their eyes, put up their hands, and shifted their bodies away from the hustlers. Women became rather quick for the heels they were wearing, boyfriends shot aggressive glares, and cigarettes gestured otherwise unintelligible conversations for those on their quick breaks as 'entertainers.'
Jesse had heard about these places, apparently Minamura was Japan City Number One for these bars. In the US, escorts come to your hotel room in secrecy. In this part of Minamura, they hawk themselves on the street to the ones carrying the Hermes purses, and in the Fendi boots, and lure them into the bars for a Japanese tradition as old as time: getting wildly drunk with members of the opposite sex.
"Nene," Jesse hurried up to his guide, and leaned in to speak into her professional proximity. "Sorry, gomennasai, Ina-san. Thank you for your time tonight. I'm getting tired, and I think I'm going to head back to my condo."
"Oh, is that so? Sumimasen! I greatly apologize if I haven't provided you with what you were looking for!" Nene bowed her feigned apology, and gave Jesse the first genuine smile he'd seen all night. "Is there anything else I can do for you before I depart?" Hopeful, warm, excited to finally be rid of her burden.
"No, arigato gosaimatsu, thank you. Good night, oyasuminasai." A quick bow. A vow to rend his phrasebook page by right-to-left page when he got home. God was he sick of double-speak.
And as quickly as she arrived, Ina Nene-san disappeared into the crowd.
***
Jesse stole distracted glances away from his map to the courtesans from a green-painted steel bench near the host club where Nene-- Ina-san had parted ways with him. His right hand flitted over his left wrist, throwing gestures into the microcamera embedded into the face of his watch. Scrolling through a three dimensional map of Akihibara, trying to figure out which streets were going to lead him to his destination.
Jesse would use the GPS navigation feature, but didn't like walking with the shutter-glasses, it distracted him too much. And hell if he was going to get the ocular implants, even if their auto-focus was superb. Jesse looked up at the street sign across the arcade, and the glasses read his eye's new focus, scaling the map into his peripheral vision.
"Computer, directions from current location to bar Felidae near Akihibara."
Not too far, Jesse thought, scanning over the turn-by-turn. Jesse folded up the thick plastic glasses and placed them in his coat pocket.
***
As Jesse's presence indicator approached the blinking destination marker, the cost-of-living index decreased 37%. Jesse grinned, knowing he designed the metrics the particular line-of-business app his glasses were running. Though he didn't necessarily agree with the analysis. Rather, what the analysis might reveal to the uneducated.
This area had a thriving economy. Only, none of it was taxed, and therefore wasn't factored into his system of metrics. This area had a lot of illicits: sex, drugs, dirty money. And where there was unclean money, there was Yakuza to launder it. That is, everywhere except right here. Because of a large, influential group of Dutch expatriates.
"Dutch expatriates?" Jesse chuckled as he continued listening to the data.
After the global biopharma bubble bust of 2104, the Netherlands was hit particularly hard. The liberal Dutch government wasn't particularly keen on continuing tax benefits for the industry's promotion after the human-animal hybrids it engineered were made instantly archaic by cyberization, so good-bye PhabrikantContosso. The Dutch company went instantly bankrupt, its creditors scrambling to collect what little money was available after decades of unprofitable, and now unconstitutional R&D. And all the highly specialized biologists, chemists, and geneticists working for PhabrikantContosso were suddenly without an industry to work in, and a scarlet letter on their curriculum vitae. Many expatriated to Japan, to a little district in Minamura known as Little Rotterdam.
Industrious, foreign, and dimly lit. The lack of neon was refreshing, and Jesse was already walking with a spring in his step. And that's when he saw it.
The wolf was five ought one, maybe one hundred and fifty slender pounds, and was casually explaining to his manager that his shift was over.
"I've been out here for five hours, Luka." The hybrid cocked his body sideways as he ran his fingers through the fur behind his ear. "My shift ended an hour ago, I want to go home."
The manager frowned, his sparse eyebrows pointing as he folded his arms across his chest. "You've taken in how many patrons, Matti."
The canine hybrid made a face, Jesse guessed it was a frown, "Luka, please, today's slow."
Pallid yellow light reflected off of the manager's bald head, his deep-set eyes in grave shadow. "Look, Matti, you don't start pulling your numbers up, I'm giving your shift to Krystal. Meet your quota, or you don't get paid. Sell. Very simple."
Jesse folded his glasses into his suit-coat and straightened his tie. Now or never.
"Is this Felidae?" Time slowed for Jesse as he watched the manager's bald head rotate to answer the question, and the wolf's tail droop even further, muzzle pointing down and away from where Jesse stood. A slow inhale, an exhale with sorrow.
A downward facing dog.
The Nederlander gestured with his eyes violently, and walked towards the service entrance. Jesse supposed that no one likes working. The wolf flashed a toothy grin and strutted towards his intended mark.
"Tired after a long day at work?" It could have been either of their lines, "Felidae is very reputable, personal service. Come in, let's have a drink, unwind." Jesse grinned uneasily, reverting his eyes to their default, concrete-fixated level. He was rapidly loosing his confidence that he wouldn't regret coming here.
"Is this your first time with this host club?"
"Yes, let's hurry inside."
The wolf cocked a fuzzy eyebrow and unceremoniously swished about-face to head into the club.
***
Glenn Miller's Hiphop Burlesque Composition Brass String and Wax All-American Band. But with a distinct flash of early French electroclash. The wolf lead him into the inconspicuously busy bar, and sat him down in a lush violet booth, sliding a thick leather menu off a nearby counter as he did so. The hybrid spun around, his tail swiftly circling with him as he stood upright clutching the menu at his waist in two crossed arms, bowing politely. His paws tapped the leather softly as he began rattling off an introductory welcome. Still in Japan I suppose, thought Jesse.
"Thank you for choosing host club Felidae. My name is Matti, and it my pleasure to share with you some information about our establishment. We have a license to do business in Akihabara, Tokyo-to, Japan, and have a full bar to fulfill whatever taste you may have."
Jesse had his doubts about the license, but smiled professionally.
"We follow Japanese host club tradition, and remind you that once you select your host, you are encouraged to abstain from choosing another." The wolf bowed again, and extended the leather menu to his client. "Please, take your time and make your selection. I am available to assist if you need an opinion."
The hybrid sat on his knees, and looked respectfully at the floor. Jesse looked at the top of his head, and frowned.
"Please, I'm not exactly a fan of Japanese tradition. Will you take that seat across from me?"
The fur on top of the hybrids skull twitched, hesitating, before looking up. Jesse met the wolf's eyes. Their umber depths were endless. Millions of miles away from reality. A dream. A sharp, pointy grin cracked across his muzzle.
"Of course, sir." The wolf glided to the place setting across from him, daintily crossing his legs. What big paws... "Please, take a look at the menu. We have sundry hosts to fit various tastes. Are you looking for a particular genus?"
The question was odd. Out of place. Sexually genetic. "Uh, I don't-- uh... know."
Another cocked eyebrow, more playful, wry. "You married or something?"
Jesse's throat closed up, "N--no, no ring, see?"
"Mhhm." The wolf, slid his hand paws across the satin tablecloth to the leather menu, and flipped it open, tapping the first page. "I'll explain how this works then, seeing as your new. You go through the book, tell me who, I'll explain what and how much. You get drunk, and we see where things go." Jesse nervously looked down at the book. His eyes went wide.
"Jesus..."
The wolf smiled, cartoonishly. "Figures... you wanted to see the book of female hosts?" Jesse tried to swallow, to smile. It went through his mind that is was peculiar that he was at all nervous, this was normally so easy. Glancing around the room for a bespoke answer. None. Only the wolf's lustrous eyes.
"No... no, I'm gay."
"American, too." A wink, "Let's start with a drink, what will you have?" The wolf leaned in on his forearm, cocking his head with a twitching ear. A sexually explicit thought pooled in the back of Jesse's conscious.
"Can I get a Washington Apple here?"
"Sure thing. You take a look at the menu and I'll be right back with our drinks." The wolf flicked his tongue out to lick his nose, smiling devilishly with his eyes.
Turning toward the bar, Jesse's mouth hung slightly agape, taking in the grace of the creature. Large foot paws, digitigrade, sloping up to what must be powerful legs, obscured by bootcut suit pants. The swaying tail, arcing outward from a tailored hole in the pants. A handsome collared shirt; unstructured, but well-fitting. Elegant silver jewelry, sleeves rolled up around his solid biceps. And another wink, another dazzling, toothy smile.
Jesse shot his eyes back to the 'menu' of the most gorgeous creatures he'd ever seen. The little black bars of censorship doing little to disguise the... talent of some of these beautiful men... beasts. The 'Statistics' graph doing little to help Jesse's growing anxiety. Jesse's hand instinctively went to adjust his other growing problem.
"Eight centimeters in diameter is about three inches..." Jesse murmured, trailing off.
"Two Washington Apples." The anthropomorph set down two rocks glasses on top of frosted glass coasters, "May I sit next to you?"
Jesse looked up at the wolf, "Uh, yeah! Please!"
The wolf threw an arm over Jesse's shoulder, eyes flitting down to the menu, "You still haven't gotten past the first page." Grinning.
Jesse suddenly felt... melty. Shivery. "You're soft." A kind smile from the wolf.
"I'm Matti."
"Jesse White."
The wolf nuzzled Jesse on his neck. "Nice to meet you, Jesse." Matti lifted his glass, angling it in a toast. "Kanpai!"
With an upward swing of confidence, Jesse raised his glass, "Kanpai!" Jesse drained his glass gracefully, closing his eyes. Matti lapped at his drink with his long, broad canine tongue, ice cubes dancing noisily. Jesse smiled. Matti closed his eyes, lifting his head with a whining sound. Jesse chuckled.
"What was that?"
"Dogs can't whistle." The pair laughed quietly. "Feeling a little less anxious, Jesse? Want to take a look at the menu?"
Jesse cocked his head slightly, smiling curiously, "No, actually, I think I'd like to hear your story, Matti."
"My story?"
"Yeah, I think I want to get to know you."
Grinning, Matti moved Jesse's hand down to the crotch of the wolf's suit pants. "You don't want to know my stats first?" Jesse's eyes went wide again as his fingers brushed against what his nerves told him was a fierce set of kiwis. Jesse felt his face flush.
"Haa-ah, ah, wow..." Matti held him closer with his strong, soft arm, drawing a circle with his claw on Jesse's ribs. Jesse shuddered.
"So? Adequate for your needs?"
Jesse managed a nod, "Y--yeah." His voice breaking slightly. The wolf sighed nasally, smiling warmly.
"You always this nervous around other guys?"
"No, actually," Jesse blushed, "I just... It's illegal, in the US. Video, pictures... I've never been this close to... anything like you."
Raising an eyebrow, Matti focused his gaze on Jesse. "And? You've been with other guys, I can smell that much."
Jesus, really? Jesse felt his face flush again, "Well, yeah. But... it's not the same thing."
"Oh?"
"Well yeah, I mean... it's kind of like..." Jesse thought for a moment, then continued. "Ok, so you're at the bar. Cost index of the locality is at ninety seven-five of the regional mean table, standard racial average dispersion, education mean is mostly graduates. Median home price is at three quarters one million... you get the picture."
Matti's eyebrow remains cocked.
"Right, well, you're at the bar. With those metrics, the ratio of socially conservative voters to socially liberal voters clearly trends you-know-where. So knowing all of that, you fill the role. You take the metrics presented and you devise a market strategy. You play vanilla, and you get vanilla."
A lupine grin of apology.
"But you don't want vanilla, you aren't vanilla. It's an act. You play a role, you draft a mold, and you melt yourself down and inject yourself into it. You lie." Jesse pauses for a moment, looking down at the empty rocks glass. "You know, 'nanpa.'"
Matti lights up with mild recognition, "Right! Nanpa, 'playing pick-up.'"
"Right... Except I'm not even interested. I'm gay, I like boys, I need sex... but I have no desire for... humans. I guess I'm so nervous because you're the first person I've ever met that I'm actually... you know... totally, unequivocally, madly fucking hot for."
Matti gives a frown of approval, nodding his head. "I think we need to celebrate."
Jesse smiles. "Yeah. Yeah, I think we do."
Matti raises his arm, flagging the bar staff, and shouts for the rest of the bar to hear, "Champagne call! Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin for Mr. White."
Jesse raised his eyebrows this time. But before a word of protest could escape his lips, he found himself staring back at the two dozen or so other patrons and hosts of the bar applauding him. Jesse smiled weakly. More weakly when he heard the costly 'pop' from the bar. He turned to face his host. "You devil."
"Me?" The wolf grinned lasciviously. "You said we needed to celebrate." Two flutes arrived, carried by a slim, busty feline in a sparkling cocktail dress. After two delicate pours, Matti waved her off. The bottle exhumed cold vapor, chilling in a overly ornate silver vessel.
"A toast."
"A toast, then." Jesse raised his glass expectantly.
"To new experiences."
Jesse tapped his crystal flute against Matti's. "To new experiences." Jesse sipped elegantly, eyes glued to his lupine host.
Who proceeded to raise his glass above his head, open his toothy maw, and pour the flute's contents down his gullet in a single sparkling stream. Jesse giggled, shocked. "I don't suppose these champagne glasses are particularly compatible with a muzzle, are they?"
Matti licked the golden dew off of his whiskers, punctuating the act with a canine smacking sound. That smile with the eyes again. Jesse shrugged, tilted his head back, and attempted the same. Less successfully. The wolf leaned into Jesse's neck, lapping gently at the sweet flavors on his neck and cheek. Jesse moaned inaudibly, eyes lightly closing.
"You taste like a hundred thousand yen." Complete with batted eyelashes.
"A toast." The wolf was so warm, his arm wrapped around him.
"A toast, then."
"To American Express." A raised glass.
"To being everywhere you want to be?" A grin. The chime of the flutes coming together. Intoxicated laughter.
Jesse poured back the flute of champagne, Matti following suit. Their eyes locked, giddy.
"Another toast, then!" Jesse proclaimed, moving closer to his host. "To everywhere I want you to be."
Another clink. The wolf licking his chops again, "Shall I call a car?"
"Don't forget the bottle, Matti."
***
The magnetic lock clicked shut behind the pair as they walked into the apartment. Matti strutted through the living room to a black leather couch, the fingers of his paws adjusting jewelry, finally flipping his tail aside as he sat down with a bounce.
"You wanted to know my story. Where should I start?"
Jesse stumbled, recovering against a wall, which he leaned against. "What's it look like?"
Matti laughed heartily, beaming. He beckoned Jesse with a curl of his finger. Jesse teetered over to the couch, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he went. "This may as well be your first time. Why don't you... explore?"
Jesse dropped noisily to his knees without protest, pushing the wolf's thighs apart, running his hands up his strong legs. Massaging them lecherously. Jesse delicately removed Matti's silver-buckled belt, untucking his shirt. The fur beneath was the color of pale cream, softly tickling the tips of his fingers. He ran his fingers through the fur, feeling the powerful abdominals of the wolf, his hands arcing at the hard point of Matti's illiac crest. Impeded from further exploration of the firm, round buttocks of the wolf by his clothing, Jesse leaned into Matti's chest, unbuttoning the tail hole of the pants. Jesse's fingers slid under the powerful, bushy tail. He explored the root of the alien appendage, pressing against its base where it met the spine, lifting it gently, testing it, feeling it react. Jesse half moaned, half laughed, completely elated.
Matti sighed gutturally, draping his heavy arms over Jesse's shoulders. The sloppy canine tongue noises smacking together, followed by light panting made Jesse shudder. Continuing his exploration with renewed zeal, Jesse ran his fingers in a line to the bulging zipper of the black wool pants. Jesse traced the contents beneath lightly, outlining the arousal contained within. Bending forward, Jesse pressed his nose into the bulge, and inhaled deeply.
"Oh my god..." Jesse murmured. Matti continued to pant quietly as Jesse hurriedly undid his pants, freeing his aching erection from its confinement. Clear precum flowed lazily down his cut nine inch length, tickling his tight, heavy sac. Jesse went back to work at the zipper, mentally restraining himself as he slowly undid the clasp and zipper. His prize was straining against tight black underwear, spotted with pre. Jesse lapped at the darkest spot, sucking on the fabric noisily. The taste was different, unexpected, but its newness drove Jesse wild. He nosed at the dark spot, moving lower to take in the concealed bulge of the dog's immense ballsac. He cupped the package with both hands, lightly gripping its warmth as he ground his teeth in anticipation.
Jesse powered his fingers up the black fabric to the waistband of the underwear. His fingertips again met the creamy fur and curled to peel back the damnable garment. Painfully, he pulled the elastic down to reveal the long, thick sheath. It was the same soft color, with shorter fur, plump, eager, perched atop a bulging sac. A little horn of light pink flesh curled out from the sheath; a beckoning promise to Jesse.
Matti twirled Jesse's hair with a single claw, his panting growing heavier, a strand of drool hanging lazily at canine jowl. Encircling the heavy sheath with with two fingers, Jesse lifted it off Matti's massive balls, examining it. Jesse watched as the curved digit extended, sliding inside of the sheath held against his fingers. Jesse extended his tongue into a point, slipping it inside of the sheath. Matti grunted loudly, pushing his hips forward. The little pink curl throbbed quickly and quietly, sputtering little streams of precum onto Jesse's upper lip, onto the bridge of his nose.
"So productive..." Jesse muttered as he pushed his tongue deeper into the sheath, stroking the loose flesh around the spitting tip of exposed wolf cock. As he ran his tongue around inside the sheath, the deep scents, flavors, textures made Jesse moan excitedly. The wolf began to groan as his arousal began to grow. Jesse pulled on the sheath, rapidly massaging the growing length within. The spear of red hot wet flesh began to grow, pulsing powerfully against Jesse's fingers, the blood pounding within it exciting his lips. The spurts of precum began to jet more intensely, Jesse hanging his mouth open to catch all of it. The wolf's cock was ten inches in length, easily, his knot having barely formed inside of his sheath. Spiderwebs of purple veins pulsed in and out of sight, the glistening cock shuddering as Jesse ran his tongue over the pre-soaked organ.
"My knot... ah, fuck, let me get my knot out." Matti said in an urgent whisper as he rushed his hand paws to the end of his now bulging sheath. He pulled on it gently with his thumb and index finger as Jesse hovered his face in front of the quickly pulsing, spitting flared head of Matti's grand implement. Jesse grunted a low moan as he let his mouth hang open, wolf-pre dripping off of his eyebrows and lips while Jesse painfully stroked his own throbbing member. I can't cum yet, Jesse begged his libido.
The cock flopped wetly against Jesse's cheek as Matti painfully freed his knot from his sheath. "FUCK, FUCK FUCK, AH..." Matti shouted as it distended his sheath's opening, massaging the loose flesh now pooled at the base of his bulbous root. Jesse moved in hurriedly to kiss the base of the now-freed knot, and lapped softly at the tender flesh of Matti's sheath. The wolf, murmuring softly to alleviate the pain, ran his claws through Jesse's hair.
Matti's cooing morphed into moaning as Jesse ran his tongue along the thirteen inches, from base, to knot, to gushing tip. Jesse pushed the member into his mouth, past his puckered lips, savoring every bestial embellishment the phallus had to offer. He drank in the wolf's jets of precum, letting it pool in the back of his throat before gulping greedily.
Matti pushed forward hesitantly into Jesse's throat. Jesse grasped tenderly at Matti's bulging sac, tugging at the heavy vessels of seed. The wolf leaned backward on his arm, lifting his hips towards Jesse's dripping lips.
The spitting stream of pre tickled at the back of Jesse's throat, and with Matti's cock pounding against his lips, he knew the wolf was close. Jesse pushed the slippery beast into his throat, bringing his lips up to the knot, which he suckled at around the girth inside his mouth. The dog began to fuck his mouth, mashing the knot into Jesse's nose and lips.
The wolf slowed his pace, and began to rub his spaded tip against the back of Jesse's throat. He placed a paw under Jesse's chin, gently lifting his gaze, "Where do you-- ugh-- want it, Jesse?" Jesse pulled back on the mammoth organ, and began licking the tip hungrily. "You want this wolf cum all over your lips? Keep it up, then." Jesse encircled the root of the wolf's cock with a thumb and forefinger, squeezing behind the knot while he lapped under the spaded head.
"Grab my knot, oh fuck, my knot, grab--" the wolf panted urgently. Jesse wrapped three fingers around the knot, his fingertips almost touching, and squeezed tightly. The whole member pulsed violently in his grip and shot hot seed onto Jesse's waiting lips. Jet after jet of viscous cum painted Jesse's face, running in rivulets down his face to the wood floor of the living room, landing with little wet patters.
"Fuck, oh god, yes!" Matti triumphantly smeared his still spitting cock over Jesse's cheek and lips, "You're fucking good! Fuck, yes!" The wolf hastily undid his shirt, standing over the still kneeling Jesse, and kicked his pants and underwear to the side. Jesse marveled at the creature, who grasped at his skull with powerful paws, smearing and rubbing the still-hard phallus into Jesse's submissive face. "Oh, you fucking like that don't you... you want more, don't you pup? You want to feel this power inside of your trembling, quivering asshole don't you?"
Jesse begged the wolf, "Please, yes, god, take me!" The wolf bellowed a growl as he tackled Jesse to the ground. Matti ran his paws up Jesse's sides, savoring his thin build. Suddenly stuck with a sharp pain in his side, Jesse cried out in ecstasy, Matti shredding his shirt.
Matti hurriedly pulled off Jesse's pants and shirt, casting them aside, before hungrily lapping at Jesse's exposed belly, trailing down towards his twitching cock. Long, fast pulls of Matti's lapping tongue forced Jesse into contortions of pleasure.
"God, I'm so close..." Jesse moaned. At this, the wolf eased back onto his haunches, his still dripping tip nearly dragging on the hardwood floor. With a paw, he gingerly pointed his spaded tip at Jesse's groin.
"I'll show you god," the wolf whispered, pressing against Jesse's backside. Jesse cried out weakly, reaching up to grasp at his buzzing cock, but Matti snatched Jesse's wrist with his left paw. "Lift up your legs and receive your god."
With Jesse's legs hoisted above him, the wolf guided Jesse's fingers down to his cock, which was pressed against Jesse's pucker. "I want you to feel me enter you." Jesse gave his consent as he slid two fingers into his ass and pulled upwards. "Good boy."
Jesse felt the dog cock slowly slide into him, running over the knuckles of his fingers into his rapidly filling bottom. Jesse slid his fingers out as the wolf began to slide deeper, until finally the knot caressed Jesse's backside. Jesse lay on his back, legs in the air, arms splayed to each side, panting heavily. The wolf, now on his knees, angled his cock upward into Jesse's gut. Matti gingerly placed his thumb and forefinger just above Jesse's groin, and pressed down, revealing the silhouette of his manhood behind Jesse's stomach. "Feel it. Feel my cock inside you."
Jesse ran his fingers along his ribcage, expanding and contracting with his strained breath, reaching his quivering stomach and feeling the gargantuan phallus inside of him bump against his fingers. It was hard beneath his soft flesh. Jesse traced circles around the protrusion, easing from pain into sublime feeling.
Matti began to slowly pull out, Jesse's hand flat against his stomach, feeling his guts being tugged on with the fullness of Matti's manhood. And back in, and then back out. The wolf began to rock against Jesse's body, growling gutturally as he accelerated into a rapid, but gentle rhythm.
Jesse wetly gasped as Matti began to slam his knot against Jesse's slick hole. "M--more, give me more!" Matti grunted savagely and bent Jesse over himself, now crouched as he slammed against Jesse's ass. Jesse reached up to pull his cheeks apart, the knot now sliding into Jesse's widening hole.
And with one final thrust forward, Matti pressed his lupine cock entirely into Jesse, the bulb slipping inside. Jesse shouted his pleasure as he came in bursts, splattering his essence onto his still-wet face. Matti arched his shoulders back, releasing a low howl as his seed burst into Jesse, his knot pulling back against Jesse's bowels.
Panting heavily, Matti lowered himself and the still-attached Jesse to the floor, where he threw a leg over Jesse, holding him close. The wolf licked at Jesse's face, cleaning him. Drained of all energy, Jesse began to fall asleep against the chest of the soft, warm, gentle wolf.
Both inhaled deeply.
Exhaled with satisfaction.
Curled into each other.
Downward facing dogs.