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"Jake's List"

copyright 2011

by Tagenar

This is a sample chapter of a published novel. It may be distributed freely provided it is not altered in any way. The full novel is available here: http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=531

(kindle edition: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008YPOUAO)

*** Brittany ***

1

Wanna see me cum?

Jake hit the send button on his white cell phone and flipped it closed. The large rottweiler set the phone down beside his wallet in the tiny locker, closed the door, and then forced the key down the pocket of his work pants. He wished he could take the cell phone with him so he could read Brittany's reply as soon as he got it, but his company-issued pants were so tight the phone wouldn't fit without jabbing him in the ass or the crotch.

They weren't tight by design. Jake just didn't feel like requesting the next size up. He'd already done that for the MFY shirt, going from a large to an extra large a couple years ago. Now the extra large was a little tight, which made his work clothes more revealing than his casual clothes. Jake liked the irony.

He turned around, faced the punch clock and entered his number into the keypad.

JAKE P - PUNCH ACCEPTED

With that the rottweiler stepped out onto the floor of the largest music store in the mall. It was a sprawling store filled with waist-high aisles of CDs, DVDs, and vinyl records. Cheap musical instruments lined one wall, accessories and music players hung from pegs on the other. At the front of the store were the cash registers. Chuck, a spindly, teenage white cat was at the register ringing out a short line of customers.

Jake walked down the main aisle. An otter wearing headphones, listening to one of the store's samples, was standing in the middle of the aisle. He saw Jake approaching out the corner of his eye, and stepped forward, pushing his crotch against the low aisle to make room for the rottweiler. Jake excused himself as he squeezed past the thin otter. The aisles were meant for two normal sized people to walk down, not for a rottweiler like Jake who took up the whole thing by himself.

Jake squeezed past a couple other patrons and eventually emerged at the line for the cash register. He walked behind the other register and took the next customer. When Jake and Chuck cleared the line, the rottweiler knelt down and unlocked the cabinet that contained the inventory guns. They were called LRTs, though Jake didn't know why, or what it stood for. All he knew was they scanned stuff into inventory and saved a lot of time. He checked the battery light to make sure it was charged, and walked back through the store. Jake purposefully chose an empty aisle this time so he wouldn't have to move anyone out of the way. Jake opened the second door marked Employees Only.

_Music For You_had received a shipment this morning, and Jake's job was to sort and stock the new merchandise. The full case packs all went to the central distribution centers, who then unpacked those cases and repacked pallets of merchandise for what each individual store's sales and inventory demanded. This meant that the CDs, DVDs, posters, music players, DVD players, record players, instruments, amps, headphones, fixtures and everything else the company sent all came packed randomly in the boxes. Someone (usually Jake) had to go through each box, scan everything into inventory and assign it either a place in the stockroom, or move it out to the floor as needed. Jake had a long day alone in the back ahead of him.

It was time-consuming, monotonous work, opening every box, scanning every single thing and following the prompt on the inventory scanner for whether or not it should go to the floor, or to a backroom location. Bending over and fishing through so many boxes would be hard on the back if he didn't work out three or four times a week.

Jake liked and hated shipment days. He liked it because it was a task that passed the time quickly and allowed him to work uninterrupted. He hated it because on days like today when the store had a big shipment he wouldn't see another living creature his entire shift.

The majority of what Jake scanned stayed in the stockroom. The rest he tossed in a separate box to work to the floor later. Four hours went by in a blink. For the first time since he started, Jake stepped out of the stockroom. Chuck was still at his register, and Hannah was at the other. Jake was glad for triple coverage on shipment days; it meant the two on the floor would cover each other's breaks while he could work on the inventory without being interrupted every ten minutes by customer demands. Jake walked down the back wall and into the other Employees Only door and sighed in relief.

Like all break rooms in the mall, MFY's was merely a cubby hole adjacent to the stockroom with a table, a couple chairs, and a small set of lockers for personal belongings.

He opened his locker and took out his phone. One message blinked on the display, making Jake's stub of a tail wag. He grabbed the bottle of water and his snack and shut the locker without locking it. He sat down at the only table in the tiny room.

Jake flipped open the phone and read the message.

I dont know who you are but yeah

Jake smiled. Had Brittany forgotten about him? He was one customer among dozens last night, sure, but he thought he was a little more memorable. He navigated the menu on the phone to his pictures folder. He found his standard picture, the one he sent to everyone. Girls he met at parties, girls he chatted with at the gym, girls he chatted with at work. Girls who needed to be reminded who he was and why he was texting them. It was a shot of Jake lying down on the bed, holding his erection, white liquid streaming down the head and his paw. It stood out very well against his black and brown fur.

Jake hit the send button and set the phone down, face open, just in case she wrote back before his break ended. Jake opened the water and took a swig as he leaned back in the chair. He nibbled on a small piece of jerky, extra lean, and chewed. It was only a snack; he never had a real meal at work. The phone vibrated. Jake picked it up and viewed the message.

Oh wow. Very hot. Got any others?

Jake smiled and sent her his other freebie picture, the one his friend Allen had taken just a few months ago. This picture was a full-body nude of himself, including his face, posing his massive rottweiler body. It showed the legs that squatted 540 pounds and a chest that benched 370. Biceps that could curl 90 easily and a stomach that didn't quite have a six-pack, but was close enough. Jake loved sending this one out. It always got a better reaction than the cum shot for some reason. Jake included a text with the image

Remember me now?

Jake typed and pressed send. Jake munched on the jerky, and his phone buzzed less than a minute later.

Hot! How big is that thing?

Jake wagged his tail. That was quick. Why did that picture always get such fast reactions? Allen told him it was because everyone has a dick, anyone can take a cock shot, but a body like that was special.

8 long 5 around

Jake checked the time. Damn, 15 minutes was never enough.

Will you show me your tits?

Jake set the phone down face open, hoping she'd write back in the next two minutes. Jake washed down the jerky with a swig of water and relaxed in the chair for a minute. Five more boxes to sort and then he would finish off his shift stocking the floor. Sometimes it was nice to have an agenda. He was glad his boss trusted him with this job; it got him off the cash register at least once a week.

His break was over, and Brittany hadn't written back. Too bad; he was hoping to see a new pair of tits before going back to work. Jake closed the phone, got up, shoved everything back in the locker and turned the key.

Sorting the remaining five boxes ate up another three hours. Jake finished just in time to take a lunch before Chuck left for the day. He returned to the break room, sat down with a carton of protein drink and a sandwich. He opened his phone, and found that Brittany had texted him five minutes after returning to work. Go figure.

Wellllllll I barely know you.

Jake smiled. "You talked to me long enough last night. What else do you need?"

What you see is all you need to know.

Jake set the phone down and ate. He washed the sandwich down with the protein drink and relaxed to the sound of mall traffic through the door. Half an hour went by and there was no reply. Jake was disappointed but not deterred. She was probably busy with something else, but she'd write back. They always did. Jake stood up, put away his things and walked back out to the floor.

The LRT was half dead. Hopefully the battery had enough to stock the floor for the rest of the day. Jake walked to the back, grabbed one of the boxes that needed to go out onto to the floor and carried it to an aisle.

Stocking the floor was tricky because everything was scattered around, and there were no shopping carts to wheel the boxes around, which meant Jake had to carry the box. Jake was sure that's why the boss assigned him to do this. His coworkers were spindly teenagers. Jake was the only one in the store who could lift the boxes without hurting himself.

Jake tried to keep related artists together in the boxes to speed the process up. He set the box on the floor in the middle and picked up a CD, Xlusions by the Dripping Mushrooms. Jake sifted through the rest of the CDs, found five more discs, and two more by the same punk band. Jake looked at the back of the case. The band was all wolves with their fur completely shaved except for a line bisecting the entire height of their bodies. It was eye-catching. Their other trademark was wearing nothing but thongs at every concert performance. Jake knew because Allen had taken him to one of their concerts years ago. Allen loved those wolves. Jake liked the beat, but the music was nothing special.

He carried the discs to the Ds, found the band's divider and slipped the discs in. Jake walked back to the box, picked up another pawful of discs and carried them to their homes.

He was standing in front of the R's with a pawful of discs in one hand, LRT in the other, looking for the spot for Riot when he smelled female doberman behind him.

"Excuse me," she said.

Jake turned and faced her. She stood just one pace away, holding herself off center. Jake knew that pose very well.

"Yes?" he said.

"I was wondering um... do you carry anything by... The Mange?" She was holding herself arms across her chest, swiveling on her hips like a barstool.

Jake smiled. He stood up straight, arms at his side, chest open. In this stance, while wearing his work clothes, Jake's biceps clearly collided with his chest muscles. The doberman smiled, covered her mouth, looked from side to side and suppressed a giggle.

Jake spoke like he didn't notice. "We only carry a couple live albums. We don't have any of their studio albums for some reason."

"And um, where are they? I looked in the M's," she said, still with the self-hugging and swiveling.

"Live albums have their own section 'cause the boxes are all weird shapes. Over there." Jake pointed across his chest, making a show of his bicep pushing against his chest.

The doberman nodded, still holding her paw over her muzzle, mumbled a thank you, and walked away. Jake pretended to go back to work, but he watched her. She didn't even go near the live album section. She walked straight out the door to the mall, rejoined her friends, giggling with them as she bent at the knees. They walked out of sight together, glancing back toward Jake as they went.

Jake smiled, grabbed a couple CDs and walked back to the Employees Only door. Behind the closed door Jake adjusted the partial hard on in his pants.

First one in three days, he thought. I'd fuck her.

Since Jake started working here, whether it was at the cash register or on the floor itself, girls would come up to him and ask him fake questions. Do you have this artist in stock? Do you have this movie? Do you carry this in vinyl? But they didn't care about the CD, DVD or record or music player. They just wanted to talk to the big rottweiler in the tight, blue shirt.

Jake learned to recognize the signs, and once he figured out what they were doing, he started playing them. He would take his time answering just so she could look at him a little longer. If she was hot, he'd drop some hints himself. Usually he didn't have to say very much, and he'd met up with more than one of them after work thanks to knowing how to play this game. It actually made coming to work fun.

Jake stepped back out on the floor and continued finding homes for the CDs. Half an hour went by, and he was finished with the CD box. Jake carried the DVD box from the backroom to the floor. DVDs were easier to stock because there were fewer of them, and they were all in one aisle. The only catch was that they weren't alphabetized, so he had to use the LRT to find where they went. Twenty minutes after he began, he smelled a female feline walk up behind him.

They always approach when my back is turned, Jake thought with a grin.

Jake turned around and faced her before she said a word. "Can I help you?"

"Uh... hi, do you know when the Event Strain live is coming out?"

The customer was a lynx, and she was holding herself just like the doberman had, arms crossed over her stomach. Jake stood up straight and answered.

"Next Tuesday."

"Oh. Really? I thought it was this week."

Her smile was fake and her words were disconnected from her posture. Jake smiled warmly and crooked the LRT in his arm, making his bicep flex. Her eyes glanced at it. She tried and failed to hide it by turning her head to the side, smiling at Jake and glancing at the floor.

"Nope," Jake said. "It comes out next week Tuesday. I'm sure it's in the back, but we're not allowed to sell it until it's released."

Jake faked some body gestures as he spoke. He opened his arms, and flexed his chest and biceps. "I heard it's going to be a limited number of copies, so you better grab it as soon as it comes out."

She was staring openly now, her eyes fixed on his chest. "Ok," she muttered.

"If you want any of their studio albums they're over in the Metal section." Jake pointed across his body, again flexing his arm and chest muscles, making sure she saw it. It's what she came here for after all, to see if he was real.

"I, uh, looked there. You only, um... just carry the best of album."

"I thought we had more than that. Let's see." Jake set the DVD back in the box walked past her, making her step out of his way. Jake did this a lot; it helped the gawkers appreciate his size.

Jake walked around the aisle and into the CDs section. He found the Metal section, and noticed a few tabs were empty. Jake typed on the LRT, exiting the sales floor locator function and switching to the stockroom finder. The gun beeped, and by then the feline had caught up to him and was now standing just behind him. Jake scanned a tab. No results. He scanned another.

"Not getting anything in the back," Jake said as he scanned another. Still empty, "Anything in particular you're looking for?"

"Not really..." she said. Out the corner of his eye Jake noticed she was twisting her paws together, looking at him indirectly, and trying to cover up that she was staring.

Jake intentionally over-flexed his arm muscles as he moved the gun forward to scan the tabs, then pulled it back to his eyes to read the screen.

"Looks like we're out of stock on just about everything. Big sellers?"

"I guess..." she mumbled.

Jake straightened up and stood with his arms at his sides. His chest stuck out when he did this, and she was still staring.

"We'll get more in eventually," Jake said. "Check back next Tuesday. The DVD will be out."

"Thanks." She didn't move away.

"Is there anything else?" Jake said.

"Yeah, um, can I..." She giggled through her nose. "Can I feel your muscle?"

Jake smiled. He crooked his arm and held it out to her. She reached out, gave it a quick squeeze, giggled, folded inward and turned around. She walked away quickly, joined her friend waiting outside MFY's door, laughed with her and walked on. Jake smiled. He'd take her home, too.

Jake's eyes caught the gaze of another customer in the store, a spotted rabbit, but this one was another guy. He'd been standing there watching while the feline felt his bicep. He was eyeing Jake, his head doing that up and down motion that meant he was taking all of the big dog in. Then he noticed Jake looking at him and turned his whole body away. Jake growled to himself. _ Fags_, he thought. They always saw him with girls, so they never approached him, but still.

Jake finished the box of DVDs. There were a few more boxes in the back that still needed to be pushed, but Jake was out of time. One of the closers would finish them tonight. Jake set the LRT back in the cradle to charge, walked to the back and clocked out. He grabbed his phone and checked the messages. Brittany wrote back, but didn't send a picture.

Not so fast big dog. Who are you?

Jake stood there muzzle agape. "Who am I, bitch? You really forgot me??!"

Jake closed the phone and slipped it in his pocket. He threw the overcoat over his store uniform and walked out the door. He half expected to see the doberman or the feline waiting for him. Jake hoped they would be after that last text, but no one was standing at the door. Jake walked out of the mall, through the parking lot and to his car. He sat in the driver's seat, opened the phone and navigated his number list to one of his friends, Lewis. He found the lizard's number and tapped the call button. Lewis picked up on the second ring.

"Jake!" said Lewis. "What's up?"

"Another fag checkin me out today," the dog said casually.

"Really!? Fox? Wolf?" Lewis replied.

"Nope and nope," Jake said with a grin as he slipped the key in the ignition and backed out of the parking spot.

"Uhhh... Tiger?" Lewis guessed again as Jake pulled out of the parking space.

"No, lapine," the rottweiler said.

"A rabbit this time? Really!"

"But he saw me flirting with a pretty cat, so he didn't come near me."

"Just stood there undressing you with his eyes I bet." Lewis said with a laugh.

"Probably. He had that Jimmy look on his face," Jake said with a snort, invoking the name of the one gay guy they had both know in high school.

"Jake, what would you do if one of them actually starting hitting on you?"

"You know what," Jake said with a grin as he navigated the mall's parking lot. "If any of them tried anything like the doberman or the feline did today, I'd punch him in the muzzle. Losing my job would be worth that."

"It worked on Jimmy," the lizard said.

"And he still didn't get it. I had to beat his muzzle twice before he left me alone."

"Yeah, but you were a hero! You did what everyone else wanted to do to that husky. It was worth the week of suspension."

"Wish I could do that now so they'd all stop."

Lewis laughed. "Thanks for the update. Love hearing it. See you."

"Bye."

Jake closed the phone and tossed it in the passenger's seat as he pulled into traffic.

2

Jake's apartment was a one-bedroom mansion, as Allen called it every time he visited. The living room/dining room/kitchen was dominated by two pieces of furniture: a TV on a stand, and a couch facing it. A tiny bookcase next to the TV stand held the movies and TV shows. Jake wanted a coffee table, but hadn't found one he liked yet. Instead, the two, tiny end tables on either side of the couch held anything and everything he and company needed. Both were covered in bodybuilding magazines Jake subscribed to. Three had fallen off one table and now lay on the floor, pages splayed out on the beige carpet.

The miniscule interior was cramped for a rottweiler his size--his shoulders were about an inch away from scraping against the walls in the hall connecting the main room to his bedroom. He had pictures of himself standing in the hallway on his phone, filling it up. Jake even joked that he'd cut back on his shoulder routines because he didn't want to get stuck.

Off the hallway was a bathroom, and beyond that door was his bedroom, large enough for a queen-sized bed and a computer desk and not much else. On the walls hung four posters. Two were of Tommy Carter, the 320-pound Great Dane, in a front double bicep and the side chest pose. One was the husky Vincent Praniff showing off his world-famous triceps. The last, and the only poster in a frame, was of Romero Barnett, a black Labrador, standing in his own trademarked pose showing off the bicep of his left arm, and flexing the forearm of his right.

The screensaver on Jake's computer displayed a soft-core pornographic picture of a vixen. Thirty seconds later it changed to the next image, of the same vixen in a different pose. The next image was a hyena, wearing strings just wide enough to cover the nipples and crotch. The next two images were this hyena in different poses. The next image showed a ripped, male tiger sitting on a couch, holding his horse-sized erection straight up, taking up so much of the frame it covered his face. The next picture was a tiny vixen getting pounded by a gigantic cock whose owner was off camera, and the screen saver cycled through dozens of similar photos.

The small closet at the foot of the bed was wide open. There was no dresser; everything was on a hanger, including white boxers, white shorts, pants, and white shirts. There were a few blue things mixed in among the white which were for work. Jake started wearing white when he began high school because 1) it contrasted well with his black fur, and 2) white showed off his muscles better.

On the shelf was an unmarked cardboard box, closed by interlocking its flaps. He'd never opened that box in front of anyone, not his parents, not even Allen. His school buddies didn't even know it was up there. He wanted it to stay that way. It was the only thing Jake owned that he kept private.

Jake was in the living room wearing only a pair of loose shorts, sitting on the couch with a Sweeney controller in his hand. On the TV was the game Savior V. It was actually designed for the previous generation game consol, but the Sweeney was backwards compatible, and that's what Jake was playing for the moment. He'd beaten the game six times over, but Savior VI was coming out in less than a week, and he was playing through this one to get back in the mood.

The front door opened. A golden retriever and a raccoon carrying a laptop bag walked in.

"Hey, Cupcake," said the retriever.

Jake paused the game and stood up, "Hey, Allen. I got the money for the new Savior for yah." He reached across the couch and snatched his wallet off one of the end tables.

Allen walked in, wiped his bare paws on the mat just inside the door and immediately stripped down. He tossed his shorts and shirt in a small pile by the door and walked to the couch. It wasn't uncommon to go bare-chested in a friend's house, but Allen took it a step further. Since high school he hated wearing clothes, and went without them as often as he could. It had become Allen's thing. They'd all known each other since grade school, so nobody cared.

"Thanks," said Allen. He walked across the room, took the money from the rottweiler's outstretched paw and laid it on top of the pile of clothes. "I'll have it as soon as it comes out."

Allen sat down on the floor next to the controller and waited for Jake to join him. Kev sat down on the couch behind them, opened his laptop bag and took out the dented, beat up silver brick. It was old, but it was all Kev could afford.

Jake sat down next to Allen, handed him the controller.

"Where are you?" Allen asked.

"Act 2, scene 5. Impossible mode," Jake said.

"No problem," the golden retriever said with a grin.

Allen took control of the lion character and started moving around. Kev's laptop started up, and he began typing and clicking around as the two canines played the game. Jake's cell phone buzzed ten minutes after Allen took control. Jake picked it up and opened it.

"Hey, she did it! She finally sent me a picture!"

"Who?" Allen asked. Kev looked up from his laptop and strained to see the dog's phone.

"Brittany. Check it out," Jake said as he showed them the picture.

"Is that a tit shot?" Kev said. The picture was a real close up of a nipple surrounded in white fur. It was hard to tell even what species it was from the picture.

"Yeah, I've been trying to get her to send one since Monday! It took me three days to convince her!"

"You sent her your pics?" said Allen.

Jake nodded, "Usually vixens fall all over them."

"She has nothing," Kev said, looking back at his laptop.

"Yeah, I know. I'll ask for an ass shot next. That's what I really want."

"Who's Brittany?" Allen asked as he restarted the game.

"Our waitress at Applebee's few nights ago," said Kev. "My girlfriend's birthday dinner, promised I'd take her somewhere. I invited everyone to come."

"Oh yeah, I was working that night," Allen said. "Did I miss a lot?"

"You missed Jake flirting the whole goddamn night. I thought he was going to ask her to follow him to the bathroom."

"That vixen's hot," said Jake. "You'd a done it, too."

"No," Kev replied blankly.

Jake smirked. "I texted her the next day. She didn't know who it was, so I had to remind her. She's been acting like she doesn't remember me at all. I've spent the last three days trying to convince her to meet up." Jake started typing a message back to her.

Heh now what about your ass?

"Well good luck," said Allen said as he continued playing. Kev typed and clicked around on his laptop. Jake's phone buzzed. Jake held the phone up and read it. Allen leaned over into Jake's lap and read it.

Your turn. Send me another pic of that meat in action

"You haven't fucked her yet?" said Allen. "Never took you this long before."

"I know! She doesn't seem interested at all! This is hard work."

"Good. 'Bout time you worked for a name on the list." Kev said casually as Allen raised his head and unpaused the game.

Jake found another cock shot and send it to her.

"Still coming to the meet on Saturday at Conniff's?" Allen asked.

"You bet. Haven't seen Terry in months," Jake said.

"He promised he'd be there."

"How's he doing anyway?"

"Don't know. College is keeping him busy," Allen said.

"I heard. He's missed every other meet for months, you bet I'll be there," Jake said.

Jake's phone buzzed.

Youre tempting me.

Jake smiled and typed.

Wanna meet up?

3

Jake's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. The rottweiler reached into his shorts and flipped it open. Another text message from Brittany.

Will you answer the door naked?

Jake grinned. His shorts felt tight all of a sudden and he adjusted himself as he typed.

For u I will

He set the phone on the table and picked up his menu again. He already knew what he was going to order, but he still liked looking at the menu just in case he saw something he'd like to order on a whim. Jake knew from experience that there was very little he could eat from restaurants like this one. Restaurants tended to add fat and sugar to their meat to improve taste and increase customer loyalty, so he was sure even the healthiest things on the menu had fat added purely for flavor. He couldn't even trust the applesauce; he'd seen restaurants add sugar and apple flavoring to it (because apparently real apples didn't taste applely enough). Today he found nothing new on the menu that looked immune to that and planned to order the safest dish like he always did.

Kev sat next to Jake. Beside the raccoon, squished against the window, was Lewis, the lizard. Allen sat opposite Jake, and next to him was a german shepherd, Terry. The old group back together for the first time in months.

Sitting next to Terry was a diminutive Chihuahua named Greg. Jake had never met him before. He was one of Kev's coworkers and they apparently hit it off well enough for Kev to want to introduce him to his friends.

Jake's phone vibrated again, buzzing it in a small circle on the table. He looked down at the message.

Good. I want the first thing I see to be your dick.

Jake's member stiffened instantly. He reached down, adjusted himself again through his shorts, thinking shit, all of a sudden she's eager. His tiny stub of a tail wagged wildly, and he was glad no one could see it. He typed.

I want the first thing I see to be your pussy. Can you do that?

He set the phone on the table and the menu down on top of it. Jake turned his attention to Greg, who was talking to Lewis. He didn't know the kid very well, so he listened. From the bits of conversation Jake caught, he gathered Greg was a senior at their old school and just about to graduate.

It was unusual for any of them to bring a new guy to their meet ups, let alone someone who was still in school, but Jake figured out why Kev invited him quick. It had been four years since they graduated, and everyone wanted to know how things were going in their old high school.

"Is Frau Roots still there?" Lewis asked.

Everyone at the table laughed. Jake laughed, too. He never had her as a teacher, but he'd heard stories. Of course Lewis was interested; he'd had her all four years of high school.

"Oh yeah," Greg said. "She's still there. She's still teaching German. She's still a bitch."

Lewis laughed harder than anybody.

"Over the summer before I started the ninth grade," Lewis said, "everyone told me that she carried a whip behind her back."

"It ain't true," said Greg. "Her tongue IS the whip!"

Everyone at the table laughed.

The waitress walked up to the table and took everyone's order. She was a fox, dressed in a tight-fitting uniform intended to reveal nothing and hint at everything, probably to increase her tip.

Conversation stopped while everyone ordered. She took Jake's order last, no doubt on purpose. When it was Jake's turn, she glared at him. Jake adjusted himself, though he didn't need to, making sure she saw his partial erection through his tight, light-colored shorts. She rolled her eyes.

She turned and walked away, tail hanging down. Jake looked after her. She must have been keeping her tail down on purpose. When she was out of sight, Jake wondered how long ago he fucked her. Two years? Three?

Jake picked up the phone, navigated to his list and clicked down. Down. Down. Down. Finally he found her name and he remembered. There was nothing special about that night. She was a good fuck. She must have thought the same about him, since she called him twice, but he never answered. Jake had been glad when she left his apartment.

The phone buzzed in his paw.

I'll drop my pants lift my tail and bend waaay over when you open the door. Good?

This was strange. All week Jake had to work so hard to convince her to meet, and now Brittany was eager to move things along. Something inside him told him he should back out of this now, but he typed a reply anyway.

Perfect.

Jake set the phone down and turned his attention back to Greg. The chihuahua answered everyone's questions about teachers who were still there. Jake, too, was surprised in a way that every teacher he had was still teaching.

"Why are we surprised?" Jake said. "They were teaching for years before we got there."

"Yeah," Allen said. "That's what it feels like. We left, so everything else should change, too."

"Frau Roots will probably die teaching her class," Lewis said.

"She won't die," Greg said. "Bears never die, they just keep getting older."

"That's what gets me," said Terry. "I had a few teachers say they'd been there for going on ten or twenty years. We're all thinking, how? Why would you want to stay at the school you graduated from, as a teacher!? How can anybody do that?"

"It's called a career," Kev said. "It's what you do when you're an adult. Grow up, get married, have kids, a career, and then stay there until you die."

"Fuck that!" Allen said with a laugh.

Jake reached across the table and lightly smacked Allen on the muzzle. "You'll be playing games in that store until you die."

Jake's phone buzzed another quarter turn on the table.

"Who is texting you?" Allen said as he reached over and snatched Jake's phone.

Jake feigned stopping him and let Allen read whatever Brittany wrote.

"Oooo, 'I won't wear underwear.' Finally talk Brittany into meeting?"

"I heard 'Brittany,'" said Kev. Talk of teachers slowed to a stop and everyone was watching Allen and Jake.

"Took me long enough but I finally got her to meet me at my place," said Jake.

"Got another bitch?" Terry said.

"That didn't change either," said Lewis. "Oh, did he tell anyone else he had a fag checking him out at work last Monday?"

Terry grinned, "Another Jimmy?"

Everyone but Greg hung their heads, sighed, and laughed at the same time.

"No, thank God," Jake said. "This was just a rabbit giving me the eyes. And it was right after some feline walked up to me and asked to feel my bicep."

"Damn!" Allen said, "At work?"

"Did you let her?" said Lewis.

"Hell yeah!" Jake laid his elbow on the table and flexed his bicep. "She wants to feel if they're real, I'll let her."

Allen reached over, squeezed Jake's muscle through the shirt. "Puh, implants."

It was an old joke, but one that everyone at the table recognized. It brought back many grand memories of school days in the past, and because of that it was still funny.

"So who's Brittany?" said Lewis.

"Girl I met at that restaurant with Kev and what's-her-name." Jake said with a shrug.

"Things never change," said Terry.

Allen was pushing buttons rapidly on the phone. At first Jake thought he was texting her back, but then he started reading, clicking the right arrow every few seconds. Allen had navigated to the history. Suddenly his eyes got wide.

"Oh, she sent you one!" Allen turned the phone for everyone to see. It was the shot of Brittany's ass she'd sent him a couple days ago. Terry's eyes widened when he saw it. Allen showed it to Greg, who looked in awe from the picture, to Jake, and back. Everyone else strained necks to see.

Jake knew the picture well; he'd looked at it many times over the last few days, even jerked off to it once. It was a close up rear shot, showing the cheeks, tail cocked to one side, showing nothing but hinting at everything. The picture didn't show much, but if the body matched the rear, it was a thin frame, barely any meat on the bones, probably not too far from Greg's build.

"Yep, she doesn't have a chest, but that's what I care about."

"Jake likes his vixens tiny and tight," Kev said to Greg.

The rottweiler grinned. "Something about those little vixens..."

"He's been texting her all week, trying to convince her to let him fuck her," Allen said to everyone at the table, and there were gasps of awe and shock.

"You mean you have to work for this one?" Lewis said in disbelief.

"It's a sign!" said Allen. "She's gonna to be the one that shoots you down!"

Everyone but Greg laughed. Kev noticed Greg was left out, and quieted everyone down.

"Wait, wait, wait!" the raccoon paused while everyone faced him. He was grinning. "Greg doesn't know."

"Oh yeah, you don't know Jake!" Terry said.

Allen closed out the message history. "Here it is. It's already open."

Allen passed the phone across Terry and to Greg. The little dog took the phone in a tiny paw. The rottweiler marveled at Greg's tiny forearm. His dick was bigger around. The little dog scrolled down. Down. Down. Name after name.

Down...

"What's this?" he said in confusion at the list of name after name.

"That's the bitch list!" said Terry.

"Every girl he's ever fucked is in there," Allen said, more proud of it than Jake was.

The tiny, sandy-furred dog continued scrolling the list. There were nearly a hundred entries, most all of them were listed as vixens, and judging from the dates they had been girls who went to school with him. Mixed in there somewhere were a few felines, a few other dogs, and so many others Jake couldn't remember them.

"Geeze," Greg said as he scrolled.

"Back in school it was like Jake had a new girl every weekend," Terry said. "When transfers came to the school the kids took bets on when Jake would get her. It was never more than a month out."

Jake smiled. He didn't say a word; he never needed to when the gang was around.

Greg stopped on one name. He looked at it, up at Jake, and then down at the phone again. "Jill Swiston?"

Jake smiled wider and folded his arms in front of him on the table, making sure his forearms squeezed together. Greg glanced at him, probably realizing that Jake's forearms were bigger around than his thighs and feeling a bit intimidated by it. Hell, he could bench press this chihuahua. Maybe even curl him. Jake's stubby tail wagged. He liked the reaction he got when meeting new people.

"I dated her!" Greg said. "She got my pants down one night, sat on it and now she won't even talk to me!"

Jake grinned. "I got her when she was a freshman."

"Any girl you get with around here, he's already broken her in," Allen said.

"She'll never call you back," said Terry. "Jake raised her expectations."

"Jake was at the point where he didn't have to ask," Allen said. "They came to him!"

Other patrons of Conniff's were turning heads and starting. Greg paused at a name again. "Renata Prexly?! She's a teacher! When did you get her?"

"Before we graduated," said Jake. "She was in our class. I'm surprised she went back there to teach."

"That's what working out will do," said Lewis. "Once he started, he didn't even have to ask them out anymore."

Greg was still scrolling down. Most of the names he probably wouldn't know, but Jake knew he'd find quite a few that were in his class now.

"What's your bench up to now?" Allen said.

"370," said Jake,

A few more clicks down the list, Greg shouted out the name Barb Danton in the same voice normally used when a doctor sticks a needle in a three-year-old's arm. She was one of the managers where Kev and Greg worked, and one of the hottest vixens Jake had ever seen. Everybody knew that story, but Kev won the right to tell it because he was actually there that night.

Jake met her last year at a party. She walked up to him, wanted to feel his bicep, which turned into feeling the chest, then the abs. Then she'd grabbed the rottweiler's crotch. She did it in the middle of the party, totally sober, and everyone saw it. She made a big show of taking him upstairs and locking the door. They did it on her boyfriend's bed.

Greg looked over the phone at him. Jake still had the smug smile on his face. He didn't say a word. Terry took the phone from Greg, quick-scrolled down the list and found another girl's name.

"Fay!"

Terry showed Greg the name on the list, as if it would help him visualize a girl he never met.

"She was at the same party as Barb, and found Jake while he was walking to his car to go home. She was drunk, but she started feeling up on him. So Jake took her home."

Jake unfolded his arms. Greg looked square into his chest, noticing Jake was wearing a white shirt that hugged around each muscle and fell into every crevice in between. His chest puffed out quite nicely in this shirt, as did his biceps. Jake pretended the chihuahua wasn't staring at him. It reminded him of the way that rabbit stared at him.

"There's more to it," Jake said in an even, tense voice, looking Greg in the eye. "I didn't get her that night. She passed out on the way home. I laid her on the couch and went to bed. She woke me up the next morning and started feeling up on me. That's when I got her."

"Oh yeah, forgot that," Lewis said with a shrug. "But you still got her." Allen leaned on the table and laughed through a closed snout at the blank look on the lizard's face.

Greg nodded slowly as he looked at Jake. "I'm... impressed."

Jake thought the little dog was probably more intimidated than impressed.

Allen leaned on the table and looked by Terry to see Greg's face. "He's been doing this since the eighth grade, and the more he worked out, the more attention he got. Everyone knew about him. The teachers, the principal, even the lunch ladies! I heard them gossiping about Jake! The fucking lunch ladies!"

"They came to him all the time." Kev said, the raccoon's ringed tail swishing. "Half the time a bitch asked one of us about him, wanted us to introduce her to him. He'd fuck her every time, didn't even have to talk her into it."

Greg didn't know what to say. He had reached the end of the list, and now held the phone out to Jake. The rottweiler took it from Greg's tiny paw. The size difference was enormous, and Greg noticed. He looked up at Jake, and again the gaze reminded him of that rabbit's... Or Jimmy.

Jake looked away from the dog and clicked through the phone's menus, found Brittany's text and hit reply.

No. Wear undies. I want a package to open

Five seconds later the phone vibrated in Jake's paw.

K, but dont wear anything. I want to see this thing

Jake smirked. His shorts tightened. She was eager! Jake sensed he should be suspicious, but like Greg, she might have been intimidated at first. Now she couldn't wait to meet him, which meant she was comfortable with the idea.

See you tonight

Jake put the phone away. Greg was trying to get his attention. He noticed the tiny dog was looking at his biceps, how they rubbed against his chest as he slipped the phone in his pocket.

"And... ah..." Jake tried not to smile as the chihuahua tried to find words while he stared at his chest. Jake became conscious of how tight the shirt fit. "And you're... you're still doing it?" Greg said at last.

"Eh, why stop? I earned this. I'm gonna use it."

The chihuahua was still staring. Jake wasn't sure if he was right about that look, but there was an easy way to put a stop to it. He laid his arm out across the table.

"Put yours down, Greg. I wanna see something."

Greg looked at him like a puppy looking up at a stranger.

"Lay your arm here," Jake pointed next to his arm. "I wanna see something."

Greg did. He set his arm on the table against Jake's. The size difference was immense. Jake's forearm was bigger around than Greg's bicep and tricep combined. Everyone at the table gawked at it, saying "Damn!" and "Shit, dog!"

Jake flexed the forearm. So did Greg. Greg had a single arm muscle wrapped around the bone. The rottweiler had half a dozen individually defined muscles wrapping around his forearm, four times the size of Greg's. Greg withdrew his arm and hid it under the table with the other.

Jake tapped his forearm with a claw. "Since I was a kid, I wanted this. Took me nine years to get this far, and I'm enjoying it! Everybody else has to convince the bitches. I let this do the talking."

With a toothy smile that boarded on a snarl, Jake lifted his arm and folded it on the table with his other, forearms touching, biceps and chest meeting in a single mass of muscle. "Hell I even had boys try to hit me up in school."

"Jimmy!" Terry, Kev and Lews said almost in harmony, hanging their heads as if just the memory of that husky was embarrassing to possess.

"Usually they got the idea that this was for girls only. I had to hook him across the muzzle, twice. Nobody else tried it after that, but I still saw them looking at me."

All Greg could do was whistle. "Now I know who this rottie is that some of the teachers talk about."

"Oh? They still talk about me?"

"A little. Had a couple teachers tell me a rottweiler went to this school who had to have the most overactive sex drive they've ever seen. Musta been you."

"Wow..." Jake smiled. "I left an impression on them. Good to know. And nice to meet you, Greg." Everyone laughed.

Greg smiled like a puppy and looked away. "Yeah, you too."

Greg didn't look Jake in the eye. Maybe Jake was right about that look, maybe he was wrong--Greg had been with Jill, so he couldn't be a creepy fag--but it was better to kill the chance now.

Food arrived at last. Conversation moved on from Jake's list and onto more normal topics, like reminiscing about teachers, the fags they harassed.

Jake looked around at everyone. He missed being in school. Things were much easier back then. No rent. No job. No bills to pay. No food to buy. Moving out on his own was the best thing Jake had ever done for himself, but it also meant he had less time to see everyone, and he was beginning to worry they were slowly drifting apart.

Allen worked like he did, and Kev had been going to college but found work after he graduated. Terry was still in college, going for a Masters, Lewis was in tech school after working for a few years, and of course Terry and Kev also had their girlfriends. Time was scarcer than ever, and it would have been so easy for them to lose touch. Jake was glad he and his buddies still did things together. Allen had been Jake's best friend since the fourth grade. He'd known Terry and Kev since the sixth, and Lewis had moved here from California in the ninth. They were all part of the same class, and somehow gravity pulled them together through their school years.

They'd seen each other through puberty, through bitchy girlfriends, asshole teachers, parents divorcing and remarrying. Since they graduated four years ago, they were determined never to lose touch as life took them their separate ways. Each week they did something together. A dinner one week, a house party another, anight out at the bars the next. This week they'd decided to come here, to Conniff's Steakhouse in downtown. Lewis wanted to meet at the bowling ally soon, and Jake was already looking forward to it.

Jake picked up the fork and knife and cut into what was the healthiest-looking meal on the table right now. He only half listened to the conversation now. He was preoccupied with thoughts of Brittany. He hadn't had to talk a girl into meeting him since the ninth grade. Usually just by sending a couple pictures of himself they were asking him when and where. Jake expected to have done her and start looking for a new girl by now. But after a week of texting her, Brittany had finally promised to meet him at his place, and she didn't beat around the bush about what she wanted to do to him. Jake didn't get many weekends off, so tonight was the best night to do it.

Brittany was different. Jake liked that. Working for a bitch was a nice change.

4

The shower turned off. Jake pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the bathtub and onto the mat in front of mirror. He picked up the hairdryer, switched it on and blew his face and neck hair dry. He rubbed the hot air in and through the short, black fur on his chest. He watched his muscles work under his fur. He paused a moment, noticing the lines the muscles carved into his body. He liked the chest. That alone had been worth the years of effort.

His limp member wiggled a little on its own. He held his arm out, flexed his bicep in the mirror as he dried the fur on it. Still holding the blowing hairdryer, he held his other arm out in front of him and flexed his forearm, just like Romero. He got a faceful of hot air, winced and pointed it away, laughing at himself. His partial erection instantly softened. He dried his stomach, his rear, both legs and then his crotch. The heat encouraged his dangling member to rise again. He looked in the mirror and watched it.

Yeah, he thought,this'll be the first thing you see. Want a better look? Get on your knees.

He shut the dryer off, admiring his now full hard-on in the mirror. He flexed his chest muscles, then his arms and squeezed his stomach. His fur covered up most of the abdominal lines, but he could still feel them. He ran his fingers over them. He didn't have a full six-pack, which bugged him, but nobody ever criticized it.

How far he'd come over the years. Of course, he was a rottweiler and had the right build for this kind of muscle mass, but he knew many rotties who were orders of magnitude smaller than he was just because they didn't work out. He earned this. He earned the attention.

If she shows up, Jake thought.

He sighed, turned and walked out the bathroom, hitting the light and fan switches on the way. Still naked, he sat down at the computer and moved the mouse. He idly clicked around the net, checking email twice knowing he hadn't received anything. He glanced at the clock in the corner. 8:03.

Jake pushed the chair back, swiveled half a turn and stood up. He walked by the bed. The condoms and lube, just in case she let him go anal, were already next to the bed in easy reach. Jake picked up a couple from the pile and carried them to the living room. He dropped them on top of one of the end tables, obscuring a roaring white tiger flexing both his 29 inch arms on the cover of a magazine, just in case she couldn't wait to get to the bedroom.

He sat down on the couch, reached over to the other table and picked up one of the magazines. He flipped through it as idly as he surfed the net. He stared at a few of the pictures, which made him partially hard.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. He folded the magazine and tossed it on the table. He stood and walked to the door. It wasn't locked, so he turned the knob. He considered just throwing it open and standing there for her, but he was worried that maybe she'd brought all her girlfriends to see a big rottie make an ass of himself. He cracked the door and peered through the slit.

A vixen was standing at the door, alone. Her build was exactly what he expected: chihuahua size. She was taller than Greg, but still a full foot shorter than Jake. She wore a light lavender blouse and a blue, knee-length skirt. Oh, she was asking for it; nobody wore skirts anymore.

"Brittany."

"Hello, Jake." Her voice sounded forced. She was probably nervous about meeting someone like this. He knew just how to put her at ease.

Jake stepped back with the door, letting her inside. Her bare paws made no sound as she stepped from the hallway of the complex to the worn-down carpet in his one-room mansion.

Brittany glanced around the room. When Jake clicked the door closed she turned around and looked square at him. Jake stood up straight, letting her soak in the view. He wasn't hard, but the erections he'd given himself earlier made it hang nice and low.

She stared for a long time. Her eyes wandered up his body, panned across his chest, then resumed the trip upwards again. She licked her lips. Jake chuckled, and he was about to say something clever, like "Is it just a nice in person?" or "I hope you're ready for this. I like it rough." But just as he opened his mouth, she jumped the four paces between them, grabbed his muzzle and pulled him into a kiss.

It caught him off guard, and he felt off balance. Kissing was always awkward. Normally he'd have stopped her, but she did it so fast he didn't see it coming. Her black-furred paws wandered from his face to his chest. She felt both muscles in wide circles. Her fingers felt the crevice between them, squeezed them, felt they were solid. Her fingers wandered down, feeling the abs, then wrapping around to Jake's rear. Jake's member lengthened and rose up and up until it poked her in the stomach.

As she drove her muzzle into his, he took in her scent. It was artificial; she was wearing scent enhancer. Just about every female wore it, and although it smelled good, Brittany was wearing so much he couldn't tell what she really smelled like.

She released his muzzle, but still had her hands cupped around both his cheeks.

"Damn," Jake said, looking into her eyes. "You didn't have to wear perfume. Just looking at you is enough."

While he spoke one of her hands had migrated from his back to his front, and she was feeling his stiffening length. Jake whined and reached around her back. He felt her rear, squeezed it. His fingers found the base of her tail and followed it to the edge of the skirt. He had just gotten his hand under her skirt and was about to feel her rear when suddenly she dropped to her knees and had the tip in her mouth.

She had done this before. So Brittany wasn't a proper girl after all; which meant he could get away with a lot more. Brittany didn't deep throat him, just worked the tip while feeling the shaft up and down with both hands. Jake knew the bitches liked that he was long enough to need two hands.

She was good. So good Jake wanted to thrust, but he was afraid he'd finish right here if he did. He put a hand on the back of her head. "You're good at that, Brittany. But how about we take this to the bedroom? I want to unwrap that ass of yours."

She released him and looked up at him. The look on her face was the same look he'd seen on so many females before this one, lust. The 'give it to me now or I'll take it' look. Jake grinned and twisted his hips just enough to tap her on the side of the muzzle with his member.

She stood up and turned around in a single motion. Jake stepped in behind her, hooking his member under her skirt, holding it under her tail. He felt soft fabric blocking him, which meant she was wearing underwear just like he wanted. He walked her to the bedroom, feeling her non-existent chest. She walked like she was actively trying to stay one step ahead of Jake. She looked back and smiled widely when she noticed Jake's shoulders nearly brushed the walls.

Jake stepped through the doorway to the bedroom. By now his hands were on her stomach, just beginning to wander down to her crotch. Before Jake could go that low, Brittany jumped out of Jake's arms and landed on the bed face first. Jake crawled on top of her, holding himself up with his muscular arms one on either side of her head. It was a great way to show off his years at the gym without posing.

He noticed the zipper that held the skirt closed was in the back, not the front. Had she worn it backwards just so he could do this? He was glad he had some condoms, just in case this bitch had slept around a little too much.

Keeping one arm in front of her face, he pulled the zipper and tugged the skirt down. She lifted her rear up just enough so he could slip it off. He let it rest at her feet, and she kicked it off and onto the floor. Underneath, she wore a pair of loose, frilly panties, about as girly as they came.

Jake felt hands around his arm. He glanced up and noticed she was feeling it up and down, squeezing the forearm and then the bicep. Jake's stub of a tail wagged. Another bitch taken, he thought.

He lifted her tail. The underwear covered her up very well. Using one finger, he pulled it down. Her tiny rear looked better in person than the picture. Overwhelming lust took him and he pulled the fabric down. The back half was pulled taut under her cheeks. She lifted her rear up again, reached down with one hand and pulled the front down. Jake slid the undies to her ankles, and she kicked them off.

Jake admired the view. He felt it, kneaded it like bread, felt under the tail. She moaned and chucked.

"Does that tickle?" Jake said.

"No," she said. Her voice was still artificial and forced. Was she still nervous?

"Good. Open up and let me see the rest."

She laughed again, but this time she tried to hold it in, so it came out in a spit-filled giggle. She adjusted herself, brought her knees up and knelt on the bed. Jake understood, and rolled off her. She stood up on the bed and turned so her tail hung over Jake's face. She raised both arms, pulled her blouse off as she spread her legs. Jake lifted that gorgeous red and white tail.

Where was it? Jake tilted his head, looked at her white fur from different angles. He'd never had to try to see it before, but his head was so full of lust and female scent that he didn't quite put it together yet.

She spun around. Something slapped Jake in the muzzle. His vision blurred for a moment, and then he focused. In front of Jake was a rigid, hard, penis even bigger then Jake's. Jake gaped at it. It twitched and throbbed and had a shiny droplet of pre on the tip. Hanging below this erect member was a set of balls in a white-furred sac.

Jake's eyes wandered up. He noticed Brittany's face again, and suddenly the rottweiler's nose smelled through the female scent. It faded away like old air freshener, revealing the potent, aroused male scent it had been covering up. And now, "Brittany's" face fell in place. Without the skirt and underwear on, they were instantly recognizable as male features.

"Hi, Jake," said the fox, in what was now a non-forced, non-artificial but very nervous male voice.

Jake lay there, eye to eye with the fox's member. He realized it was closer than it had been before. And thicker. Good God, it was still growing!

The fox must have read his mind, for he turned slightly to the side so he could see it in profile. As Jake lay propped up on the bed he watched the fox's member swell from eight inches to... to...

Jake stopped thinking and just watched. It finally stopped at what looked like a whole foot. It was bigger around than the fox's forearm! Jake couldn't move. He couldn't take his eyes off it. After a moment, the fox wrapped his hand around the middle of his shaft. His fingers not only didn't touch, but even when he squeezed tight they wouldn't meet! Jake panted, hypnotized by the sight of it.

The fox grabbed it and waved it around. Jake's eyes followed it. The fox giggled, but Jake didn't hear him. The fox turned back around so his meat stared Jake in the face. He bumped Jake's nose with it.

Jake's hand reached up and wrapped around it, just above where the fox gripped it. He squeezed his fingers together, and they wouldn't touch. He felt it up to the tip, then down again. The fox let go of himself and Jake's hand traveled all the way down to the base, fingers never touching around the other side.

Jake brought his legs up and knelt on the bed, still feeling it. He pushed it back, pressing it against the fox's chest. Holy--! It almost touched the fox's nipple! Jake couldn't stop feeling it; he pressed it against his own chest. It was warm against him. Jake touched the tip to his own nipple and shuddered. He panted harder. The fox wasn't grinning or chuckling anymore. He looked confused.

The fox thrust upwards a little, poking Jake under the snout. Jake leaned his head back and his nose touched the broad tip. The rottweiler swallowed. The fox poked him on the snout again. Jake's mouth opened and his tongue came out, and he lapped at the head. The fox gasped in surprise. Jake dipped his muzzle lower down the shaft and licked the fox all the way up. He felt all the way around the member, holding on with both hands and licking it.

Pre oozed from the tip and dripped down the front. At the sight of this, Jake opened his mouth wide and took the fox as far as he was comfortable. His tongue felt around it. The girth was pleasingly vast and the slick moisture tasted strange, but good. His own member throbbed and suddenly felt slick too.

Jake gripped the massive dick with both hands. For some reason, seeing that the fox had room to spare made him want to suck it deeper. He tried, but couldn't go any further. His tongue slurped around and around the head, the shaft, everything. He became lost in it.

Then he realized that he was holding his breath. He couldn't breathe with the fox's cock in his muzzle. He opened his mouth and released it, taking a few relieving breaths while feeling the fox up and down.

The fox knelt on the bed beside Jake. Jake's eyes followed fox's member, looking down at the huge shaft that poked at his stomach. A black paw under his snout pulled Jake's attention upwards, and he met the fox eye to eye. The fox looked serious, confused, but hopeful. He moved in closer, touched noses with Jake. Jake's mouth opened as the fox's muzzle touched his. Jake kissed the fox back. There was hardly any of the artificial female scent anymore. His nose completely ignored it, and all that was left was pure male scent.

Jake kissed him deeper, clutching the fox's raging member, the first quarter now coated in Jake's saliva. Jake wrapped his whole hand around it. It felt so good in his paws Jake pushed his muzzle forward and kissed the fox deeper. He wrapped his other hand around the fox's shaft. The fox now leaned into Jake. Jake leaned back. His body rolled over slightly, and the fox guided him around. Jake twisted all the way around and was propped up on his hands and knees, now facing the foot of the bed.

In the back of his mind, a drowning thought broke the surface of his consciousness and screamed WHAT AM I DOING?! WHAT'S...happen...ing...

The moment of doubt died when Jake heard his bottle of lube squirt, and a moment later a finger rubbing lukewarm liquid under his bobbed tail. Jake moaned. His head dropped, and his arms folded to catch it, leaving his rear high in the air.

There was pressure... and a sense of being spread open!

The fox began to say, "I--I don't think this--huuuuh!" The fox gasped as the tip of his member and a good quarter of his shaft slipped into the rottweiler's ass with ease. "Woah!"

Jake squeezed his arms tight around his face and moaned low. The fox had spread him open very quickly, and it was quite a shock. Another drowning feeling of panic tried to rise up and came just shy of breaking the surface, but it died as Jake thought over and over that he wanted all of that cock inside him. But the fox wasn't moving.

"Oh wow... It's--it's in!" The fox said in shock, "Oh my. Good gah--"

Jake moaned and pushed his rear backwards, forcing the fox's dick in deeper. The fox gasped and shuddered. So did Jake.

"Mm! Mmmm! MM!" Jake said. He wanted to say 'More! More!', but he couldn't seem to form the word.

The fox seemed to understand him though. "Are, are you sure?"

Jake lay there and mumbled, muzzle muffled by his forearm and bicep, but the rottweiler nodded vigorously.

The fox pushed. Jake squeezed his arms tight around his head as the fox opened him up the rest of the way, backed off, pushed in, a tiny bit further, then pulled out and pushed it in again. Little by little, the fox eased closer to Jake's rear.

Jake grunted and panted, and then he felt a hand on his member. The hand felt all the way up his member and played with the tip. Fingers played with the moisture that had dribbled off the tip, twirled it around the head of Jake's dick a few times before the fox began to stroke the rottweiler's length.

Then Jake felt a heat on his rear, and he realized the fox had stopped moving. He was all the way in. Jake stretched his arms out and made low, deep noises that came from somewhere he couldn't control.

The fox lay down on top of him. He rubbed Jake's tip with one hand, and felt his chest with the other. The fox felt the muscle all the way around, and now the fox moaned. He pulled out, slowly. Jake felt like his insides would be sucked out with it, but it was only a temporary moment of discomfort. The fox pushed in again, now feeling down his arm, around the bicep. He found the vein that ran down the top of it and played with that for a moment, pulled out halfway and slowly pushed his dick all the way back in.

Jake felt a tear roll down his cheek. This was so weird, but it was so good! The fox pulled out. He paused, and Jake was prepared for a deep thrust, but the fox pulled out again! Then he pushed all the way in, slow and deep. Jake shuddered. His arms gave out halfway, his legs tingled, and his member throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. He felt the fox's hand on his cock again, felt his dick jump as pleasure washed over him. The warm, slick paw now rubbed his shaft up and down, slick.

Another drowned thought rose up in Jake's mind. I just came. I just... Holy shit...

The slick paw rubbed Jake up and down, smearing seed along the rottie's shaft. The fox pulled out and pushed in, quicker. Jake braced himself as the fox thrust into him quickly, but deep. After a few dozen of these, he withdrew halfway and thrust quickly from here. Then deep again. Then halfway, faster this time. Jake screamed and shuddered.

"Are you ok?" the fox whispered over his ear.

"Ye-e-e-ea-a-a-a-h-h-h-h..." Jake didn't recognize his voice. The voice that came out his mouth was not his. He didn't will himself to say that. His ass clenched around the invading dick even more.

The fox was now feeling up Jake's abs. He found the lines of muscle under his fur and was feeling each abdominal individually. When Jake stopped quivering and held still, the fox began thrusting into him fast and deep. This time there was no variation no stalling; the fox was pounding him.

Minutes later Jake felt more heat inside him. He felt pulsing under his tail, a throbbing that traveled the full length of the hard dick inside him and stretched his inside even more. The pulsing made Jake moan, and his own member went rock hard instantly in the fox's paw. Jake's body swam in the pleasant heat and pulsing coming from the fox behind and inside him.

Then the fox began to slip backwards, his dick sliding out slowly, inch by inch. Jake's mouth opened, trying to moan as he felt the monster sliding out, but nothing came out as Jake's body tensed and the rottweiler came again.

With a POP, the fox was out. It had felt like the fox had pulled out twice! Jake's legs gave out and he collapsed into a heap, his ass still raised in the air. The fox wrapped both arms around Jake's chest, or tried to as least because Jake was too big for him to do that, and pulled him backwards. Jake rose with the pull, his body unfolded, and then collapsed back onto his back. The bed bounced him up and down as Jake flipped over onto his back. The fox curled up on his chest, licking his muzzle. Jake panted; he was lying in the wet, sticky puddle of his own cum that was spreading out across the sheets, but to his surprise Jake didn't care. His arm wrapped around the fox, cupping his tiny rear. The fox's shrinking meat lay draped over Jake's thigh, still dripping as Jake passed out.

5

Ow... I feel filthy.

Jake's brain woke up before his body. He was lying on his side.

I'm thirsty. Did I lock the door last night after Brittany left?

His eyes began to open. The first thing he saw was Vincent Praniff.

Damn, those are nice arms. I'm working on that.

The light outside was dim, so it must still be early morning.

I feel wet...dirty...

Someone was lying beside him.

...why does my ass hurt?

Jake lifted his head slightly, and that's when he felt something against his back. He glanced down his body. A slender, black-furred arm was under his arm, cupping his pectoral. The scent coming from behind him registered as female at first, but then his nose filtered out the perfume and he remembered that it was another guy behind him.

A male. A male fox!

Jake rose partway, lifting the arm halfway up. The fox behind him snorted and inhaled a few times, than the arm flexed and pulled him back down with pathetically minimal effort given the difference in their sizes. Jake settled back down on the pillow, and as he did the body curled up close to him. The fox's knees interlocked with Jake's, and Jake felt a warm lump pressing against his hindquarters.

Jake's eyes widened. It all came back to him in a rush and he was wide awake. He tried to get up again, but the fox was feeling the crevice between his pectoral muscles. It was remarkably effective in keeping him down. Jake felt a tongue licking one of his ears, and for some reason this got him to calm down and lie still.

The lump pressed against Jake's rear grew. Jake wiggled a little from what he thought at first was discomfort. Thinking about what was touching him made him want to burst out of bed and run for the shower, but the fox behind him was licking and feeling him so tenderly he didn't want to interrupt that touch.

The fox's member grew. Up. Up. Up... holy shit, was it really that big?!

The fox adjusted himself so his thick piece of meat rested between Jake's cheeks like a sausage in a bun. It was still growing. Jake felt the tip crawling up his back like a hungry snake. All the clichéd euphemisms had literal meaning with this fox.

The fox hugged him tighter, pressing himself deeper into Jake's cheeks. He felt Jake's chest, shoulders, and one of his arms all the way down while he licked Jake's ear. Jake wanted to move; wanted to get out of bed but he couldn't move at all. The fox's hand wandered down his stomach. His tongue now licked the side of Jake's muzzle. Jake felt a hand on his member. The fox licked him harder and squeezed it. Stroked it up and down and the fox began to thrust, cock sliding between his cheeks and up his back. The fox was feeling Jake's cock now...

Jake realized he was rock hard.

The big rottweiler gasped and rolled out of bed, nearly taking the fox with him. He spun around and glared at the fox reclining sideways on the bed. He was staring between Jake's legs. Jake felt the weight of his erection, and was suddenly self-conscious. He leaned over, snatched the pillow from under the fox's head and held it in front of his crotch.

Now that his groin was covered, the fox's eyes wandered up Jake's body and settled on his face. He had that look on his face. The satisfied look of a vixen who had just came. Jake had never seen it on male before, but for some reason it suited the fox very nicely. When Jake realized this thought, he found a voice.

"Who the fuck are you?!" the dog shouted.

The fox's satisfied face dimmed to a bashful smile. He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I'm obviously not Brittany. I guess I should explain."

"Jus--just answer the fucking question!"

The fox pushed himself upright and propped up his upper body with an elbow. His position was completely open, and like a funnel that drew Jake's eyes down to his crotch. They didn't have to wander far; the fox had a raging erection that reached his chest in this position.

Holy fuck! Wow...

"My name is Nico," the fox said, and he pronounced it Nee-ko. "Short for Nicodemus. Last week you texted me and asked me if I wanted to see you cum and I thought you were one of my roommate's friends messing with me, so I said sure, I wanna see it. I didn't want to look like a pussy. Then you sent me a picture of your cock, and so I thought someone was serious about playing a game with me, so I played along."

Jake was having a hard time following what the fox was saying. He was still staring at that massive piece of fox meat, which wasn't going down! Jake clutched the pillow to his crotch harder.

"Then you asked to see my tits, and now it was getting weird. So I finally asked my roommate, and he said nobody was playing a joke on me, not this time. That's when I realized you had the wrong number. I'm not Brittany. I don't know her. I've never even eaten at Applebee's!"

"Wrong number..." Jake murmured. "And you didn't fucking tell me?! You led me on for a week and didn't tell me!? You fucking..." Jake wanted to say something harsh, but there wasn't a strong enough word for what he felt right now.

"I was going to! I swear to God I was gonna tell you, but that same day you sent me another full body picture!" While he spoke, Nico sat all the way upright, making his penis sit upright and stare at Jake, too. Jake backed away, as if afraid the fox's dick was going to bite. His ass hurt so much.

"Jake, you're hot. I mean damn! You're the hottest thing I've seen in my life! I wanted to meet you, but I swear I didn't expect to even get in the door! My roommate dared me to try to go all the way but I only wanted to see you in person! I thought maybe I'd get your dick in my mouth for a minute before you realized I wasn't a girl, and then you'd throw me out! That's all I expected!"

Jake found the word he was looking for! "You-- You little SLUT! You came to my house and fucking raped me!"

Nico's face changed to pleading. His penis visibly softened and drooped, matching his emotions. "I--I didn't rape you! You surprised me! I figured you were totally straight--I never expected anything to happen!"

"I'M NOT FUCKING GAY!" Jake wanted to ball his hands into fists and shove them up the fox's ass. "You raped me, motherFUCKER! You goddamned SLUT what the fuck were you thinking?!" Jake stumbled backwards with each outburst. He hit the wall with the last one and leaned on it, curling up to himself. He still wanted to beat Nico into a bloody lump of fur, but he didn't want to take the pillow from his crotch.

...and his ass hurt. Not as if it had been injured, though. It felt more like a muscle after a good, satisfying workout. That wonderful sore feeling that let him know his body was alive and strong and being used. The pain which was his body thanking him for using it.

"What kind of faggot dresses like a girl to trick a straight dog? All you had to do was tell me I had the wrong number, but you... you... You ass..."

Jake's anger deteriorated. He was on the edge of crying. What the hell? he thought. Don't cry. Don't cry... Why am I crying?

Nico's member was now halfway limp. His face was full of concern and genuine apology. He crawled to the edge of the bed and stepped off.

"Jake, I swear I wasn't going to do anything. It surprised me more than you when you started sucking me, and then you stuck your ass in the air. You wanted me in you! I didn't know what to do!"

"What?" Jake wanted to say it in an angry voice, but it came out as a pathetic squeak.

"I was following your lead," Nico continued. "That's why I kissed you, to make sure you were serious. Then you kissed me, and just rolled over."

"I didn't roll over, you rolled me over."

"You couldn't take your eyes off it, you started sucking it, and you were into it! I didn't think you seriously wanted me to do it, but I grabbed the lube and tried it anyway. And it went in! Oh God, if you hadn't pushed back and kept egging me on I'da froze up! I couldn't believe you took it!"

Jake looked down. Nico was down to a quarter hard, but it still looked massive. Jake clutched the pillow tighter.

Nico backed up a step and sat on the bed. "You can sit down, Jake. I won't do anything to you unless you ask."

Jake didn't move, but his stance and face had calmed down. Jake felt calmer. Nico's words had soothed his anger somehow. That by itself was an amazing achievement, and a confusing one.

"Ok. I, um, you're sure? You're sure you're not gay? Or bi? 'Cause I've met, like, only one other guy who could take this." Nico down pointed to himself. "And if gay guys can't handle this, I never thought a straight guy could on his first time. But you, Jake... You gave me the ride of my life. How did you do that?!"

Jake's ass tingled just thinking about it. He switched hands holding the pillow over his crotch.

"I don't believe..." Jake stammered, trailing off. "I'm not gay. I never egged you on."

"I wouldn't have done anything unless I was sure you wanted me to," Nico said firmly. "I wouldn't force this on anyone. Fuck, I can't take someone this size! It hurts! That's why I asked. And you wanted it."

"I didn't want it." Jake was trying to sound angry and forceful, but he couldn't work up enough voice to do so. He sounded like a politician giving angry, forceful words without using a forceful voice, anger through eloquence. "I was expecting to fuck a hot bitch named Brittany."

"But you took me! Jake, I'm eleven inches long, eight around! Everybody jokes about me but nobody wants to try me. You did! You didn't want me to stop and you were rock hard the whole--"

Jake closed his eyes and held up his hand. "Stop. Please, stop."

"--time and you. I mean you finished..." Nico trailed off.

Jake knew he should be angry. He wanted to be. He'd always known that if any of those fags even so much as touched him he'd punch them square in the nuts. Instead, he just stood there, holding a pillow to his crotch, and trying not to stare at the fox's limp meat now resting on his thigh. It was hanging off his knee. Jake couldn't make the anger rise up. He didn't even have the anger to tell this sick fox to get the fuck away from him, like he'd imagined himself doing to a fag who started hitting on him. Instead, Jake was strangely calm.

"Please just leave." The rottweiler said quietly.

Jake opened his eyes. Nico looked regretful; his eyes pleaded with Jake. "I'm... I'm sorry. I thought. I thought you were enjoying it, too, since you came twice and..."

"Get out." No anger. Just two words with no emotional backbone, feeling every bit as hollow as Jake's tail felt.

Nico stood up. His tail and his limp member dangled. Jake's eyes zoomed in on it, and then he forced his eyes to look at Nico's face. "I understand. I guess I deserve that... but, may I ask for one thing? May I take a shower before I go? I don't want to go home like this."

The fur on Jake's neck started to rise, but as soon as he felt it, the anger was gone. Jake tried to make himself be angry; tried to feel what he always knew he'd feel when dealing with a fag; tried to feel rage at the fox for humiliating him. But there was nothing there.

"Sure. Clean up. Just leave."

Nico looked relieved. He turned around and started walking across the room. Jake stared at his naked rear. He clutched the pillow even harder, and suddenly he had to ask the fox something.

"Um, Nico."

The fox paused and looked over his shoulder.

Jake licked his lips before saying, "Do you normally wear perfume?"

Nico's tail wagged, just a little. "No. My, uh, roommate let me borrow some. And the clothes, too. I did everything I could to try to get close enough to you."

Jake nodded slowly. He didn't even remember why he asked. "What do you really smell like?"

Nico turned halfway around. Jake's eyes immediately went to the monster dangling between his legs--as long and thick while soft as Jake was when fully hard--and again Jake forced himself to look at Nico's face.

"Would you like to shower with me? You need one. And you'll find out in a minute."

Jake didn't know what to say. After what this fox put him through last night, he dared ask Jake to shower with him?! Jake wanted to be angry again, but the emotion was just not there. Eventually he swallowed and shook his head.

"No. I'm ok."

Nico smiled. Then he turned around, walked around the bed and out the bedroom door. Jake heard the bathroom door close, the fan turn on. A minute later the water ran, and the sound of spray hitting the plastic of the curtain filled the apartment.

Jake let the pillow fall to the floor. He looked down at himself. He was still rock hard. The backside of the pillow was covered in his pre--his erection hadn't dimmed the whole time.

Jake cried. He cried hard. He held his hands to his face and tried to muffle his voice but he couldn't hold it back. His legs had no strength anymore and he dropped to his knees and sobbed. His folded biceps collided with his forearms, and his biceps with his chest, a feeling he'd always taken great pleasure in--muscle colliding with muscle--but it only reminded him how confused and helpless he felt.

Why didn't he bear his claws and beat Nico into a bloody mess for what he did to him? Why didn't he show this sick faggot what happens when you rape a rottweiler? Why didn't he throw him out of the house? Hell, why did he listen to the fox's ridiculous story? Who the hell was crazy enough to try posing as a girl just to suck a straight guy off?

Why was he crying instead of turning into a monster and giving this fox what he deserved? The question made him cry even more. His ass still hurt, but now the soreness made him feel strangely good, just like after a workout.

Jake felt a slightly damp paw on his shoulder. He looked up into Nico's face. His scent was uncovered now, and Jake got a noseful. He smelled quite friendly. The scent smelled familiar, like he'd known this fox for years and years. Similar to how Allen's scent was so familiar that he could smell Allen's scent just by thinking about him. It jerked a few more tears from his eyes. Why couldn't Nico smell like a fag? Fags were supposed to smell nasty--Jimmy sure had--that's why normal people avoided them. That's why he and his friends avoided them! Why did he smell so nice!?

Nico knelt in front of Jake and pulled him closer. Jake saw where this was going; he wouldn't let it happen again. He wanted to grab the fox's arm and throw it off, but instead he pushed it off lightly. The fox took the hint and leaned away. The look in his eyes, and now the concern in the fox's scent pleaded with Jake to let Nico help, but Jake didn't want this fox near him.

"Get your clothes and leave," Jake said, looking down. Jake was relieved to see that he was mostly soft now. He was glad the fox hadn't seen that he'd been hard for that entire conversation.

Nico slowly stood up, walked around the bed and gathered up the girly clothes. He looked like he was going to get dressed here, but hesitated and walked out of the room instead. Jake heard sounds of fabric pulling over fur from the hallway. There were soft steps away from him, and the sound of the door as it opened. The light coming from the front room brightened. Then door closed and latched, and the apartment darkened.

Jake stood up and ran to the bathroom. It was still steamy and humid in here, and the mirror was fogged. He wiped it clean with his paw and he looked at his own face.

A thought broke the surface of Jake's confusion: Nico had never forced him to suck it. Nico had not pushed him over, Jake had rolled himself over. The fox had never even asked him to touch it. Jake had made the first move. The rottweiler broke down in tears again, collapsing to his knees. He leaned on the sink as the tears streamed off his muzzle.

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