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I stepped out of the shower, water droplets sluicing off my sleek, black fur. I smell faintly of peppermint soap, and my body has the slightly weak, shaky feeling one always gets after you've had a hot shower. Rubbing my body with a towel, I stepped in front of the mirror attached to the wall. The steam from the shower has fogged up the mirror, obscuring my image. With a few wipes, my form is revealed.

I am the spitting image of a wolf, except on two legs. My fur glistens slightly from the moisture, but it is a rich black and smooth from all the conditioner I use. I use gallons of the stuff, and while it costs me a bloody fortune I reap the rewards of the flirting and interested, sometimes jealous looks of both women and men who pass by me in the street. Naturally, I am suitably proud of my fur, and take care of it to the best of my ability. My body is well toned and muscled from the hours of weightlifting and pushups and whatnot I do in my condominium gym, and my face is well proportioned and strong, not to mention the long and thick member that hides in the sheath between my legs.

Small wonder I was all the rage in high school. Males and females flirting with me left, right and centre. It was quite a hassle to make it through a hall without a single (wolf?) whistle being made at me. Some of these people were even students too.

I slicked back the fur on my head, carefully plastering it in a short and spiky style suitable for the occasion coming up. Picking up my toothbrush, I brushed my teeth vigorously, making sure that every little bit of plaque was flicked off, giving my fangs extra attention. Food always gets caught there and I hate it when I can't get it out.

Satisfied that my appearance is suitably impressive, I gargled and splashed some water on my face before towelling off and hanging it on a rail. The air outside is dry and cold compared to the humid atmosphere of the bathroom, and I see steam wafting out, the hot air condensing as soon as it came in contact with the cooler air. Shivering slightly from the rapid change in temperature, I turned the air conditioner down and threw open the closet, beholding the range of clothes within.

Hmmm. I am certainly spoilt for choice. Would I like cargo pants to go with a sweatshirt? Or perhaps that slinky thin cotton shirt with a pair of jeans that emphasize my ass?

Probably not. I don't want to encourage him further. If you don't know what I'm talking about I'll elaborate later.

In the end I settle for a pair of military style trousers (with appropriate camouflage patterns) and a black cotton shirt. Around my waist goes a leather belt with a shiny silver buckle and around my neck a pair of dog-tags. I'm certainly going for the military look today. The shirt is tight, emphasizing the lines of my muscles.

My choice of dress complete, I shut the closet door and make for the kitchen. I needed something to eat to get my energy up tonight and I had an idea of exactly what would fit those requirements. Pouring myself a cup of chilled coffee from the pitcher beside the fridge I had laid out before going to the shower, I sip and savour the rich flavour of Jamaican beans, whilst flipping on the light switch. My spacious kitchen is instantly filled with golden light from bulbs located underneath the overhanging cupboards. I certainly went for the retro look when I first designed this house.

Setting down the cup, I root in my fridge for a bite to eat, preferably something to sugary to get my energy levels up. My mother always told me not to eat sugar but I'm feeling rebellious today.

And then I see the cake.

Damn.

Forgot about that.

The cake was a hideous mixture of pastry, excessive icing and horrible design. Whoever had baked it had shown a remarkable incompetence for the culinary arts.

And then there is the card, stuck to a cocktail stick embedded in the top.

Hey Enden! This cake is for you! I did my best so don't be a hater! By the way, has anyone told you how HOT you probably are today? Probably not, so I'll do it, you smouldering ember in a wolf skin! Wow, I didn't know I was so poetic.

Then there are a couple of hearts and a lipstick marking, followed by the name Detrick.

And of course, everything is written in a flamboyant, feminine script that befits someone of his orientation and nature.

I slap my head in exasperation, excessively hard to the point I began to feel slightly dizzy. And of course, this is the point where I must elaborate, as promised earlier. And I always keep my promises.

I DJ on alternate nights at a massive and high class dance club in town. Called the Fe(a)int Factory, it is a posh establishment that caters to all sorts of people, as long as they have the money to pay for the pricey drinks there. In my time I have seen all types of people. Old, rich men with money to burn, slinky slim ladies in sparkling dresses, brimming with jewellery and plastic, handsome guys swaggering hand in hand with their beautiful girlfriends, or indeed, even each other. Transsexuals, homosexuals, asexual, lesbians, canine, feline, equine, all were welcome and all seldom left with at least some of what they seeked, be it a stiff drink, a dance (lap ones offered), or even a kinky sexual encounter. There is a saying going around town, if you want to get laid, all you need do is afford the hundred dollar entrance fee to the Factory (or visit a whore, but that's cheating). But anyway, you get the idea, the club I work for catered to all sorts.

Including Detrick.

I've known him since middle school and even from then he was the most flamboyant and 'out' homosexual I've ever seen. He left the closet at thirteen and hasn't let anyone forget since. Especially me. I won't deny that he is actually very good looking, with his sleek orange and black fur befitting a tiger, conditioned to the point that it can even reflect light (and put me to shame), and his eyes, both of a different colour, one green and the other a light, beautiful sky-blue.

I'm getting carried away here.

Anyway, tigers are rare in my part of the world, and with his eyes he is considered rather exotic. I've never bedded anyone, I'm ashamed to admit. Considering my looks and the place I work in, you'd think I would have stopped being a virgin a long, long time ago.

But no. I haven't had the chance to do it with anybody, male, female or both (although if the latter happened to me, that would be a night I would never forget. Having both breasts and a penis? Best of both worlds, I say).

Sure, people approach me all the time, but I'm always to damn afraid to do it, and in order to escape I usually concoct some stupid excuse or just feign disinterest, despite my brain screaming at me to do the contrary. It's getting so bad that rumours are going around among the club staff that I'm a zoophile.

But anyway, back to Detrick. So, with his exoticism he was considered one of the best catches for like-minded males around the school (the others being me and a jock I never met. Last I heard he was serving time in a rehabilitation centre for his rather odd habit of walking around in public naked. Now that I think about it his nudism was probably the reason he got so popular) and I am more than sure he slept with at least a couple of them. But after middle and high school ended, I went to college, and Detrick disappeared off the face of the earth. Which was surprising considering that in our first year of high school I admitted to him that I am slightly bi-curious. Don't get me wrong, girls turn me on, but guys do too, and I've always been afraid to admit it, especially to my relatives. They were never ones for such things.

The second he heard it though, Detrick immediately suggested that we should get together sometime. He promised me that he would give me 'the best time I had ever experienced in bed' and that he was an 'accomplished master of the carnal arts'. He even offered to be the bottom.

At that point in time I seriously considered accepting his offer, just for the hell of it. I was fifteen and seriously horny, and my only girlfriend at that point was my right hand (although I sometimes cheated with my left). But in the end, I had declined his offer with as much graciousness and finesse as possible.

It hadn't ended there though. All through high school he would pester and flirt with me, once even hiding in my locker and waiting for me after hockey practice. He knew I hadn't had sex before and was determined to 'break me in' (his own words, although I find them faintly disturbing considering the circumstances). Eventually it became annoying and infuriating, although I admire his dedication.

Then high school ended, I went to college to study musical industry, and he disappeared. Completely. I hadn't seen him for nigh over eight years, hadn't received a single text message or call. Nothing. Nada. Zip.

Then on my first night of work at the club, guess who shows up?

Him.

I didn't recognise him then, but he recognised me. And when he introduced himself to me again, my first thought was 'fuck it, let's just screw and get it over with.'

But even though it was my turn to make the offer, incredibly, he refused. He saw me as a tough nut to crack and told me that he liked a challenge.

Hence the cake.

Now he is the one doing all the skirting around, trying to get into my pants, attempting to seduce and woo me like I'm some damn princess in a tower. And boy, he could show a car salesman some new tricks in the word 'relentless'.

At least he is still highly fuckable, eight years on. He hasn't lost any of his exotic look. And he was much slimmer than before. Oh, and now he wears girl clothes.

Just thinking about it made my head hurt. Slamming the refrigerator door shut, I slump onto a chair, my appetite gone. The room is only slightly cooler from the cold air that was wafting out from the fridge, but I shivered violently from my thoughts. He was sure to be there tonight, as he was every time I hit the decks, and I would have to endure six hours of his continuous eyelash batting and kiss blowing and butt flashes. And sometimes, he actually even wears something underneath.

Raising my hands in the air, I wrap them around an imaginary neck and throttle it in frustration.

"Fuck you Detrick, why won't you just fuck me?"

I grab the cup of coffee and gulp the rest of it down in a sort of mindless fury. Now I couldn't care if it was harvested in Jamaica.

I still wouldn't care if it was harvested in Timbuktu from fermented horse shit.

Furious, I throw the cup in the sink and stalk off. In my frustration I forgot to turn off the light. I had one boot laced on my foot when I realised it and had to hobble back in and turn the damn thing off. Oh, the lengths I go to care for the environment.

Once outside, I looked concernedly at my watch while waiting for the lift. It was half past nine, and my shift would start in half an hour. I would make it there on time if nothing held me up along the way.

Now that I think about it, there is probably some law in the universe created by some god with too much time on its hands that states that whatever you fervently wish will not happen, will happen anyway, just because it gives him laughs.

Now, if I had known better I wouldn't have wished for such a thing. You're just begging for it to happen. But at that time I was more concerned with finding a cab as soon as possible (my car is notoriously unreliable, and I'm far too lazy to buy a replacement when you can just hire a cab or take a bus. It's still rusting away in my condominium carpark.) and making it on time before the gig started. I made it four feet out the condominium reception and into the cool night air, and I couldn't resist stopping for a moment to savour the fresh air after the stifling perfume of the interior.

I should have walked off immediately.

"Hey Enden! On your way to the Factory?"

There are no words capable of describing how my heart sank in that moment. I got the same sort of feeling a gazelle must feel when it walks into quicksand and knows there is no escape.

"Fuck me. Literally." I mutter to myself. Spinning around on my heel, I turn to face the complete bane of my existence.

Actually, Detrick looked pretty good. He was dressed in a pair of tight jeans that clung to him, emphasizing his butt and (even now I blush to think of it) cock. It was rather prominent, and the bulge stood out starkly between his legs. I couldn't help but feel a sort of longing in my loins, as my member sensed my arousal and took a peek out from my sheath. He also wore one of those shirts with the really big neck that causes it to sag to one side, exposing his left shoulder. His hair was its usual dark black, and his fur was sleek and shiny.

He sashayed towards me with his usual feminine poise, his gait smooth and lithe, befitting his feline species. His knee high boots clicked on the concrete of the sidewalk. I couldn't help but take a few steps back as he approached. Honestly, I don't think it would even have done much good if I had turned and ran. He is so shameless he would run after me.

"Uh, looking good, Detrick...Nice, er, shoes."

"Oh, you really think so? I picked this up at a fashion boutique downtown."

"Aren't they meant for females?'

"You know that has never stopped me. I did get a few odd looks from the store assistants when I tried them on though."

"Um, sure, that's nice." I looked around at the passing cars and people, all starkly lit underneath the glow of the streetlights, their shadows magnified to gigantic size on the walls, as I tried to think of something to say. All that while that big cat stared at me expectantly.

Finally, Detrick decided to break the silence. I am grateful to him for that consideration, seeing as I was rendered mute by fury at my misfortune.

"So...How are you getting to the Factory?"

I pointed at one of the cabs that sped by, smoke gouting from its exhaust pipe, tires squealing on tarmac. As I watched it pass and disappear into the distance my mind was half on the fact that if I had not stopped to savour the night air I could have been on one of those and been halfway to the Factory in peace.

Detrick seemed to get what I was saying. Nodding slowly, he glanced quickly at the watch belted on his wrist, before turning to me.

"You know, you're kind of late. If you go to the cab stand and try to flag down one of those cabs it'll be dawn and you still wouldn't have made it." He gestured pointedly at the long line of people at the stand waiting for a cab, as a sort of bizarre suspicion formed in my head.

I glanced in horror at my watch. The streetlamps reflecting off the glass made it hard to see, but I managed to make out the minute hand.

It was fifteen minutes to ten.

Now, I often think of myself as being punctual and I have very little patience for those who show up late for appointments. But the club manager, Jaden, takes the word 'impatience' and throws it off a roof. In my time I've seen him fire two bartenders for taking too long to get a fresh bottle out from the storeroom, and my predecessor had his ass thrown out after he thought it was a minor crime to show up ten minutes late for his shift.

I slapped my head against my palm several times. "Dammit Detrick. I gotta fly. See you later!" I tried to run away, silently thanking that I would soon leave him behind. I would much rather lose my job and have a run in peace then have him bother me.

"Enden, wait!" Detrick called at my fleeing back.

I pretend not to hear him.

Then I feel a pair of hands latch onto my arm and pull me to a stop. I spin on my heel, prepared to give whoever was holding on to me a good tongue-lashing, until I see it is that damned tiger. The words die in my mouth.

Damn, he's fast. I had barely covered five feet and in that space of time he had covered twice that distance and caught up with me.

I sigh in exasperation and wrestle my arm free from his grasp. He gives me a pitiful wide-eyed cute-kitty look.

"Look Detrick, I'm going to be late. You can go to the Factory whenever you like, but I can't. I have a shift, for god's sakes!"

He smiles at me mischievously.

"There is a better way, my dumb, sexy canine." He holds up a set of car keys.

Oh shit.

I pointed nervously at them. "You're going to drive me there?"

He nods, still smiling that annoying smile. "Yup."

"Um..well..."

"You don't have much in the way of options, wolfy."

His words did have an element of truth in them. Remember earlier, when I said that I would rather have a run without him than keep my job?

Yeah, I lied.

What, you expect me to lose my only source of income just so I can spend a few minutes prancing about without that tiger following me? My sense of priorities is not that bad.

Most of the time.

But in that situation, I decided that I could bear with a few minutes of relentless flirting and aspersions on my capabilities in the bed if I could walk back home the next morning knowing that my bank account has just got somewhat fatter. So I decided to settle for the lesser of two evils and accept his offer.

"I guess I haven't got much in the way of choice, have I? All right, lead the way. And please try to keep all the fondling and molestation to a minimum."

He gives me a triumphant smile as a car roars past. "No problem, my sexy canine! My car is parked nearby. In the condominium carpark, in fact. We'll be there in a couple of minutes."

The little bastard had planned it from the start! Parking his car in the condominium carpark proved it. Security wouldn't have let him through that easily unless he claimed he was visiting a friend. And why would he do that unless he knew that I was coming out at this specific time? This was not a chance encounter after all!

He did not seem to notice my agitation at my realization, instead prancing along in a gait that looked infuriatingly similar to a victory dance. I trailed along behind, trying to keep my head down and praying that he would leave me alone during the ride.

As I am about to enter the carpark, I see a sight that causes my blood pressure and my belief in that annoying god I mentioned earlier to shoot through the roof.

The line at the cab stand was gone.

The ride to the club wasn't that much different from how he usually treats me, which is to say a lot of flirting, tantalizing suggestions, suggestive movements, and groping, despite his earlier promise to keep his hands to himself. The worst part of it is that he drives an SUV in the most horrifying shade of red, and various tasty little catchphrases like 'I love penis' and 'Gay on board' are plastered all over the outside, and I'm not even going to go into what his bumper sticker says.

Needless to say, by the time we reached the club I was more than happy to get out. In fact, I was so enthusiastic that the second he pulled up the handbrake I ripped at the door handle and pushed it open with such force and zeal that it smacked right into a homeless drunk that was passing by, knocking him to the ground.

A few muttered apologies later (and a five dollar 'donation' to avoid an injury lawsuit, or so he said) we were finally on our way into the club. Thanks to Detrick's skilful driving we were actually five minutes early, a fact I was grateful for. As we walked, the air was filled with neon strobe lights and I could see dozens of arriving patrons, dressed in all manner of clothing and flashing jewellery. Everywhere I looked there were brand name watches, handbags, shoes and sunglasses, so much so that I began to feel sadly underdressed.

And cleavage. Lots of cleavage. A lot of that was on display too, to the point that I wondered how the bouncers did their jobs properly without keeling over.

The club itself was a massive building the size of a shopping complex, brimming with neon, with tall towers that housed apartments and rooms belonging to the more permanent staff (and others that could be rented by the hour if you happened to get lucky). The facade was a vast wall of light, with signs, displays and whatnot decorating the front. Multicoloured searchlights waved in the air above the club, their beams reaching high into the sky, aiming for the heavens. All the light blazing around, reflecting off the waxed surface of cars and shiny jewellery caused me to blink as my sharp canine eyes struggled to get used to the intensity. Now I understood why so many people wore sunglasses here.

The queue to get in was fairly long. With all the glitz and glamour associated with this place I am not surprised how many people were trying to get in. Velvet barriers marked the line, and at the entrance two burly bouncers, suitably suited and sunglassed, checked to see if you had the tag around your wrist that stated you had paid the entrance fee. I recognised both of them. Charles, a broad shouldered horse, and Mikael, a tall, burly (and mildly retarded, at least in my opinion) husky.

I headed up the second velvet line, conspicuously empty. It was meant for staff, and I sauntered up its length, silently laughing at all those who had to wait in line. As I neared, I dug in my wallet and flashed my employee identify card at Charles, who was waiting expectantly nearby.

"Hey Enden! Good to see you. I wish I could go in when you start your gig, you really can make them dance! Too bad I'm stuck out here. And who's your buddy?" He asked, turning his eyes to Detrick

I instantly saw this as an opportunity to be rid of him, at least for a few minutes while he was forced to go through the normal queue. But before I could say anything, Detrick cut in.

"I'm with him. Don't you worry."

"Uh-huh." Charles peers suspiciously at him.

"No he's n-" Suddenly, Detrick yanks on my tail before I can complete my sentence. I give a short, startled yell.

Charles looks at me concernedly while I rub my aching limb. "Are you all right?"

I could feel Detrick threateningly tugging at my beloved bushy tail, so I blurt out. "Yes, I'm fine. This is Detrick. He's my-"

"Boyfriend." Detrick finished the sentence while I stared at him in horror.

Charles looks at me knowingly. "Ah...you're Detrick. Weren't you the one who kept flirting with Mikael the last time you were here?"

Mikael turns and releases a lecherous 'hurr-hurr' in Detrick's direction before turning back.

"I like my boys big."

"And dumb too, it would seem." Charles points mischievously at me. I scowl.

"Can you let us through now? I need to get to the decks."

Charles started slightly. "Oh yes, my mistake." Scanning my card, he waves us through and as I step into the dark corridor beyond, I grab hold of Detrick. "Boyfriend? I hissed, almost hysterically.

He shrugged. "What? I can have my dreams, can't I? Besides," he nudges me lightly, "don't you wish it would happen?"

"I...No." My mind was a confused mass of emotions.

He laughs lightly. "I thought so. Go on, the club's waiting for you."

The interior of the Fe(a)int Factory was pulsing with multicoloured neon strobe lights. The air was thick with the smell of freshener and smoke from the fog machines. A loud electronic track was pounding out from the speakers located all around the main dance floor, and with every beat and drop in bass I could feel the walls and floor trembling in response. The main crowd was centred in the middle of the room, where they were awaiting the arrival of a DJ to start the night. The dance lights flashed all around them, and I could see them moving, a trembling, pulsing mass of people. Half naked servers threaded through them, some female, some male.

Detrick disappeared as soon as I entered, releasing his hold on my arm and disappearing somewhere in the mass of smoke and lights. I make my way toward the stage. On the way, I run into Jaden, who urges me on.

"Go on, Enden, they're waiting for you." He nods his badgery head at me and shoos at me with his hands.

As I step onto the stage, the music is drowned out by cheers from the crowd. I smile and wave, as I do every time, before loading a track into the turntable and putting on the headphones. As it begins, I up the volume, higher and higher, as the crowd begins dancing, and I lose myself in a world of light and sound.

After about an hour or so (it's hard to tell. You lose yourself when you are playing) I study the crowd as a track is playing that doesn't require me to pay too much attention to it. The people are all jumping up and down, waving their hands as the music and light washes over them. I adjust a couple of knobs and continued looking around, wondering where Detrick was and what he was up to. He was probably hitting up some poor soul who just wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, through all the light and people I see a flash of orange, and even though it's hard to see with all the distractions I can tell that it is a tiger. He was probably the only one in the club at the time (when I said tigers were rare here in this city I wasn't kidding), so it couldn't have been anyone else. Then I see him being dragged along by two men.

Dammit, what is he doing?

I continued jamming out sound, pretending to be concentrating, although at the corner of my eye I observe the trio. Detrick is being dragged along by those two guys, and they looked pretty big. Maybe they were just being very enthusiastic about a potential threesome, although I rather doubted that. For one, they didn't seem to be amused, and for another, Detrick looked to be struggling to get away. This was a serious situation, indeed.

"Shit." I muttered to myself. "I gotta do something." I quickly considered my options. Calling security wasn't one; I couldn't leave the turntables unattended, and anyway, by the time I managed to find one of them Detrick and his two friends would be long gone. I briefly considered simply jumping down and engaging them in a fistfight, then quickly discarded that too. They were bigger than me, and twice my number, and Detrick wasn't much use in a fight. I needed to turn the tables in my favour, stun them a little.

Then I saw the speakers.

A wild plan began to form in my head. In fact, it was so insane that I considered just playing on and ignoring the three of them, but I found that I couldn't. If I did this I would probably get fired, but jobs could be found elsewhere.

A friend can't.

Silently cursing myself and Detrick, I waited as they neared one of the two large speakers positioned on both sides of the stage. A trickle of sweat beaded on my head and soaked into my fur, and my hands trembled.

The second they were right next to the speaker I flipped the volume slider to the max. There is a certain sound safety level imposed on clubs that prevent DJs from pushing the sound too high until it becomes damaging. In this case, it was marked on my equipment by a little red line someone had drawn next to the slider with a marker pen.

I breached that boundary immensely.

The roar that resounded throughout the club could probably be heard on the other side of the city. It was followed by a screech of feedback so piercing that many people screamed and covered their ears. In my haste I had forgotten to take my headphones off, and as soon as the sound played I ripped it off my head in pain, it was just that loud. People were squealing and covering their ears and a few servers had dropped the drinks they were carrying. To the right, I could see Detrick and his two assailants. Both were frozen, stunned by the sound. Detrick was wide eyed and gaping.

Quickly, I flipped the volume slider back down and leapt off the stage, arms raised. I plowed into the two burly jokers, immediately knocking one out of the fight with a swift right hook that took all my strength. As soon as the blow connected his buddy gave a howl of rage and flew at me. I was still trying to recover from my first blow and knew that I couldn't step out of the way in time. I raised my hand in a futile attempt to ward off the blow and braced myself.

Suddenly, he paused in mid-air as though he had run head first into a brick wall. He gave a strangled gasp and flopped down to the floor. Behind him, Detrick grasped triumphantly on his tail. The assailant, although hurt, was struggling to get up, but I quickly ended that with a swift boot to the head.

By this time various members of security, Charles and Mikael included, were hurrying towards this scene of carnage. As they closed in on us, Detrick put his hands up in the air in a gesture of surrender.

Jaden, still wincing from the blast of sound, gestured angrily at me and the two clowns whimpering on the floor. "What the hell were you doing, Enden?"

I point hastily at Detrick and the two casualties. "They were trying to drag my friend here off. I had to do something."

Jaden smacked his head in a gesture of exasperation. "You sure did something. You fucked up the crowd, that's what! Security had this situation under control, when you jacked that volume up Charles and a few others were already closing in on these idiots." He jabbed a finger furiously in their direction. "They wouldn't have gone three feet out of the club before they would have been stopped. We've been observing them for ages, and we know how they behave. I was hoping this could be a quiet takedown and apprehend procedure, but noooooo, you have to do all these heroics."

Jaden's bushy badger tail was swaying furiously, smacking into the two jokers on the ground, who made no attempt to ward it off.

"And you!" He wagged a finger at Detrick. "What on earth possessed you to flirt with a couple that were so obviously together? When you tried to pick one of them up you pissed his boyfriend off, and they both came down on you! Where is your power of observation?"

Detrick looked small in the face of this onslaught. "I couldn't tell..."

"What? They were sharing the same cup, for chrissakes!" He pointed a finger at the duo rolling feebly on the ground. "Charles, get some guys to take out trash. Put a lifetime ban on their accounts. I don't want to see them again, y'hear? Enden, I want to talk to you." He pointed at a dark corner.

By now, the crowd was once again pulsing to the beat of automated music being played in my absence, so no one noticed as Jaden dragged me along, claws digging into my arm. Finally, he set me down in the corner where nobody could see.

"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" I asked meekly, ears flopped down against my head.

Jaden sighed loudly. "I don't know mate. If someone reports this we'll have to have a government inspector come down and you know how big a pain in the ass that is."

"So what happens now?"

Jaden sighed again. "Look, under normal circumstances I should have fired you straightaway. But you're one of the best damn DJs to ever spin the decks at this club and I don't want to lose you.' He stares at me appraisingly for a moment. I shift uncomfortably, hoping the verdict he gives wouldn't be too bad. Finally, he let out a huff.

"Look, after what happened you know I can't let you back up there. So go home and take your boyfriend with you, and I'll see you again the night after tomorrow. But for now, I can't let you continue."

I flatten my ears and look down despondently. "So...you're considering this shift incomplete?"

"Yes. You have to learn your lesson and pay for that stupid shit you just pulled."

I turn my back and walk away without another word, my hands in my pockets. I see Charles looking at me concernedly as Mikael and another guy unceremoniously dump the duo out the back door. I made my way slowly towards one of the quieter lounges, hoping to find some peace. I desperately needed a drink.

Suddenly, Detrick bounds up next to me. His ears are laid flat against his head and a look of apology was on his face. He grabbed hold of my arm, but I shook it off angrily.

"I'm sorry, Enden. I didn't know what would happen."

"Goddamit Detrick, do you know what you just did to me?" I felt the anger bubbling at the surface.

Detrick does not answer, but instead looked at me with a fearful look on his face.

I resist the urge to yell. "I am paid based on a contractual nightly basis. In other words, I only get paid if I fully complete my shift for the night. But because of you I got thrown off the decks early, so guess what you just cost me?"

"Um..."

"That's right, my nightly pay! I just came here for nothing!" I wrung my hands in the air furiously and stalked off, with him trailing close behind. As we reach the other lounge he grabbed hold of me. For once, I don't shake it off.

"Enden. Wait. Look, I'll fix this! Somehow."

I stared at him. "How? Selling your butt to some dirty old man?"

He looked at me in shock. "No!" Then in a smaller voice. "Well, maybe."

I shake my head. "Don't make me feel more guilty than I already do for saving your ass." I try to turn, but he did not release his hold on me.

"Wait." Then a grin spread across his face. "I've got an idea." Releasing his hold on me, he pointed into the lounge. "Wait here until I come back. Get a drink if you want, I won't be long." He then hurried off, whilst digging into his pockets.

I shrugged and ordered a shot glass of Jack from the foxy bartender, and settled down to wait it out, my nerves still jangling and my ears ringing from the sound.

Several minutes later, Detrick returned, a triumphant grin on his face. Latching on to me, he dragged me out from the lounge and back into the main dance floor. The crowd is dancing to a tune being played by another DJ, a replacement I did not know. According to club policy Jaden is supposed to keep two DJs on hand each night, a primary one and a replacement on standby just in case the first became somehow indisposed.

Like me.

"Look at him." Detrick pointed at the DJ, who was shaking his body to the tune. I watched in silence for several more minutes, but didn't notice anything unusual except that the quality of his DJing degenerated rather starkly. Then without a word, he keeled over, suddenly boneless and limbless, and flopped down onto the floor. The music continued playing as a woman screamed.

Jaden and Charles hurried on stage, checking the poor guy to see if he was okay. By this time I am looking at Detrick, shocked. He smiled at me. "Don't worry, he'll be fine. Jaden needs you now. Go on, I'll explain later." Without another word he turned and disappeared into the crowd. I was confused and startled, but I hurried onto stage as Charles was hefting the poor dude off. Jaden smiled at me with complete relief on his face.

"Enden! Thank all things sacred and holy! I take back what I said earlier. Looks like you have a chance to earn your pay back again. I'll even throw in a bonus if you do this well."

I ran up to the deck and waved to the now confused crowd, who break out in cheers. Smiling, I put the headphones back on my head and as the sound pulses through me I knew my world was complete.

Hours later, I found myself sitting on a comfortable sofa in a corner of the club. Beside me, Detrick snuggled up close. I had done my job well that night and Jaden had promised to give me my pay back, plus a little extra for good work done. The crowd was slowly dispersing, some still toting their drinks, most smiling and swaying drunkenly. There were still a few groups mingling about, and the air in the club was still festive.

"So, what did you do?" I asked Detrick curiously. He smiled and held up an empty pill cap.

"Is that...?"

He nods and purrs. "Sleeping pills, yes. I always keep a few about me just in case some people need extra convincing to go home with me."

I stared at him in complete astonishment. "You drugged him? How?"

He laughed, a rich lilting sound. "People kept offering him drinks and he kept taking them. It was a simple matter to slip this into a shot of whisky and hand it to him."

"That's...dishonest."

"Same thing you were when you told me you didn't want to be my boyfriend earlier." He snuggles up against me.

"I...do mean that."

"No you don't. Look," He grabs hold of me and stares straight at me with his eyes. They are so beautiful, green and sky-blue. "I could tell that you liked me ever since we met in middle school. It's just that you never dared to ask, so whenever I made a pass at you you simply brushed it off. It's just that..." He pauses for a minute and sighs. He smelled beautiful, like a summer wind. "I've been doing some soul-searching myself. In the eight years that I was away I thought that you might have moved on, loved someone else. That's why when I found you I decided to keep following you around. Why? I was looking for proof. Proof that the potential for love between us still exists. And just now, although I didn't intend it that way, when you saved me from those jerks, I found it." He smiled at me, and I could not resist an urge to kiss him. Bringing him close, I put my lips to his, tasting him, feeling his tongue curling around mine, enjoying the warmth as he snuggled close to me. We separated after a while, with the taste of each other still on our lips. He looked at me with a sort of furious determination in his eyes.

"I want you, Enden."

There was no need for words then. I grabbed on to him, and together we flew out of the club, feet pounding on the ground, the sound of my panting and his excited laughter in my ears. I hailed a cab, and threw him into the backseat, climbing in after him. I blurted my address to the driver as Detrick pulled me in for another kiss. We rolled and flailed about in our ecstasy, ignoring the cab driver's strange looks.

It was only later on the ride back that I realized that Detrick's car was still at the club. When I told this to him he laughed at me.

"I have you now, Enden, and that's all I could possibly want in the world. Besides, I can always get it back later."

We barreled into my apartment in a tangle of arms and legs and giggles. I quickly bolt the door and Detrick squeals, clinging on to me as I heft him up and carry him to my bedroom. Once inside, I shut the curtains and we stared at each other through the gloom. Slyly, he crooked a finger at me, an invitation that I eagerly accept.

Climbing on to him, he squeals as I run my muzzle around his neck, letting my wet nosepad and tongue give him pleasure. He moaned as I nuzzled myself into his neck, smelling his scent and feeling his fur. I nibble on to him and he let out a loud sigh of pleasure as he holds me there. Slowly, I withdraw my head and run my muzzle down his body, down to between his legs. Using my teeth, I attempt to unbuckle his belt.

He laughed at me. "Silly wolf." He reached down to undo the belt buckle.

"Mmmff?" I couldn't respond properly, my mouth being full of belt.

When the belt was out of the way, I used my teeth to undo his pants and pulled them down with a harsh yank, exposing his underwear. Through the thin fabric I could see his already erect member throbbing slowly with his arousal. I caressed it slowly with my tongue, and he gave a moan of pleasure. Seeing that he liked it, I increase the speed, savouring his groans and squeals. After a while, I could not bear it any longer, I had to see. I quickly strip his underwear off with my teeth, exposing his erect penis, glistening, throbbing with his every heartbeat. I could feel my own member stiffening in my pants as I took in the sight of his beautiful, thick pink member in front of my nose. I yank off my belt and undo my pants as Detrick takes off his top, exposing his lean chest. In a minute, we were as naked as the day we were born. I admired Detrick's slim frame, with his slight muscles and lean body. At the same time I could feel him looking me up and down, at my muscled chest and body, and at the long, thick member that now stood out starkly from my body, a dark red and pulsing with my arousal. Slowly, I joined him on the bed, and we go in for a long and passionate kiss, tasting each other, our tongues tangling as we savoured the other. I ran my hands over his chest, through his fur, feeling his taut muscles as he shook with pleasure at the contact. He reached down and rubbed my throbbing member, and sparks flew up and down my spine as I sighed.

Suddenly, he pushes me off him, showing an incredible amount of strength for his frame. He points at me as I lie back.

"I want you in me now." He said, and I am more than happy to oblige. Reaching down beneath the bed, I rooted around for the bottle of lube I always keep there (you never know when you might get lucky). After a few frustrated seconds I finally found it, and I hastily uncapped it and rubbed some of it all over my erect member. I was so aroused that each throb was rather painful. All that while Detrick smiled at me seductively, sometimes helping me to rub my tool.

When I was sufficiently lubed, Detrick rolled over, allowing me access. His slim tail swiped out of the way, exposing his tail-hole. I rubbed some lube all around it, and he trembled with pleasure at the contact.

Suddenly, I was caught up with the reality of what I was doing. I was about to have sex, for the first time in my life. This was almost unbelievable!

"I...don't know what I'm doing, Detrick. I've...never done anything like this before." I said hesitantly.

He held on to my hand, and gave me a look that was reassuring to no end. Suddenly, I felt like I was ready.

"Don't worry, Enden. Just follow me."

I brought my member to his tail-hole, and I slowly teased him with it, rubbing up and down and all around it. He let out a murmur of frustration. Finally, I decided to stop playing with him and do the deed.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded emphatically. "I always was."

Slowly, I push my member into his hole, savouring the feeling of his muscles tight around me. He let out a moan as his ring stretched, and I could feel him squeezing around me.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded again, the pleasure coursing through his body rendering him mute. I smiled as I slowly bring it out, then back in again, and repeat over and over. I could feel sparks of pleasure run up my back and through my body, filling me with a fire I had never experienced.

"Oh...Enden. Faster! I want you all the way in me!"

I increase the tempo as his moans become louder. He squeezes himself around me, and I cannot stop a groan as my body tingles. Faster and faster we go, deeper and deeper, until I feel my orgasm looming close. So near, but I refused to let myself go until Detrick does.

Suddenly, Detrick lets out a loud cry as he reaches his climax, his body shuddering and trembling beneath me as the waves of pleasure course through him. That is my cue, and I let myself go, shouting as I feel waves upon waves of tingling and pleasure race through my body, my frame shuddering as I try to keep myself upright, but failing to. I feel another climax looming, and when it hits me I let out another yell, my knees buckling. Slowly, I withdraw, panting, and flop down beside the trembling Detrick, who holds me close and licks me on my head. We sighed as our bodies fell into a tired stupor, and I slowly felt the hand of sleep pull me down. As the both of us faded into blackness I felt a last thought enter my brain, a thought that made me smile.

Detrick, you belong to me now, and I to you.

_ _

And that is the story of how we got together, and how I experienced my first sexual encounter. In the days that followed we spent more and more time with each other, going out for dinners and long midnight walks in the park. I felt increasingly that he was the one for me, and I am sure Detrick felt the same way too. We loved each other, that was the truth of it, and I laughed at myself for always denying the truth and the emotion between us. Eventually, Detrick moved into my apartment, and to this day we spend our days together. I still DJ at the club, and he still does his job at the advertising company, and our life together is quite comfortable. It has already been half a year, and yet it only feels like a few days. One thing I promised myself however, is that I have always found Detrick's feminine mannerisms and cross-dressing odd, and I made a resolution to myself to never follow him, at least in that aspect. This was the ending we had been looking for, the one we had always wanted.

So that's it.

That's the story.

We live together still, but as much as I love him and even with the time we spend together I still don't want to follow his feminine style. He's influenced me a lot, but I hope not in that aspect.

I hope.

Hmmm.

You know, I wonder what a skirt would look like on me.

14/1/2013 - 18/1/2013