Reversing the Roles
WARNING: This story contains EXPLICIT GAY SEX, along with themes of domination and submission, light bondage, and some verbal evasculation. if any of this content offends you, or ou are a minor who listens to the warnings, do not read this story. If you are disatisfied with it, you may contact me for a full and complete refund.
Reversing the Roles
It started like any other club night, with pounding music and thrashing crowds of furs, a writhing, grinding sea of textures and scents. It was a heady feeling to become assimilated, and tonight, that was what Ancus was seeking. The wolf had joined the melee on the dance floor, deep in his own little world, dancing with himself and any who could keep with his rhythm. It wasn't even quite a dance, more just sways and gyrations, hips and hands moving in time with the music, occasionally drifting in time with his anonymous partners, lost in the scent of the crowd, writhing in the mass of textures.
Ancus brushed a hand through the white fur that framed his face as a stray tail brushed along his body. The wolf was pure snowy white, broken only by his black paws and button nose, a slight fluting of black hairs springing from his eartips. Hailing from the north, the wolf had found his place in the more temperate city of Faulkner; the town had all the right things to offer. He shut his blue eyes and slowly moved with the crowd, feeling bodies press on him from all sides. Being slowly shunted to one side, he pressed back, smiling softly as he felt the pressure abate, unable to overwhelm him. The wolf was fairly tall, not towering, but broad and muscled, out sizing others with his strong build. Not that he was incredibly ripped, not at all in fact. He had a stomach, and it had some level of size to it, but he loved the way it granted his body with a soft coating, the fur hiding soft flesh beneath. Unless you pressed too hard. He gave his muscles a small flex, feeling the strength in his limbs as he met and resisted another wave of movement. No, he was strong, and he knew it, carrying himself with a firm confidence. Of course, right now he could care less as another tail just softly brushed against him, forcing another hard shiver out of him, the unexpected feeling simply adding to the experience, the slow movements of his body counter pointing the faster moves and rhythms that raced through his form on occasion as he danced deep inside the male crowd.
Tonight he was at Tailraisers, the premiere gay bar in town. He traveled back and forth from there and Clay Row, a string of hetero clubs. The wolf was always exploring the scents and feels of each place. They were so distinctly different, man and woman. The female scents, the scent of perfumes and floral fragrances, the soft touches of make up and shampoo. They were a world apart from males, the odors struck with sweat and musk, hints of leather and cedar. They were stronger sorts of smells, but all the same, he enjoyed the soft feel of a woman's scent, filling his nose and flooding his head.
But the gay ones however... they were in a whole separate class of their own. Yes, you still had touches of each, but different things as well, cologne and aftershave and the slightest hints of male fluids adding to floral sweat, musk with the occasional kinky smack of leather... with a gay man, you could never be completely sure of what you would get. It was probably why he was even at the bar, so he could be surprised. The wolf wasn't too picky as he slid his body up against a deer, the same who had been fading in and out of his waltz all night. The wolf looked him over slowly, good enough facial features, a trim body of solid brown, and he seemed eager enough... might as well put things to the test.
The lupine withdrew, making his way back to the bar, rump swaying back and forth as he arrived at the counter, ordering a shot for himself. He hated the smell of beer, finding it rather offending to his acute sense of smell, and so normally stuck to liquors, often ordering cognac or a good whisky, and the occasional scotch. Tonight though, he was feeling gin, and he took a small whiff as the bartender slid a small glass down to him. It was strong and heady, making his mind go fuzzy for a few moments, before he raised it to his lips, taking a small sip and swishing it about in his mouth. The alcohol burned his tongue, fumes heading up into his nose as he swallowed. He snuffed softly, expelling the air out his nose as he took a few breaths, relaxing slowly into his barstool. Several minutes later the deer took a seat beside him, ordering what he was having. The bartender served him gin in a small tumbler, and the buck turned towards the wolf, leaning forward a bit and smiling at him.
"Hey there cutie, saw you out there on the dance floor. You're pretty good." Ancus shot him a look out of the side of his eyes, a small smirk breaking his features.
"I know how good I am. But tell me, how good are you? While you're at it, maybe you could even slip me your name." The deer looked at him with a touch of incredulity, normally it took him a lot longer to work his way this far.
"I'm Dominic. And your name would be?"
"Ancus." The wolf looked at him, softly scratching at his chin, scrutinizing the fur before him. It had been awhile for the lupine, and he was starting to get a bit tired of masturbating... perhaps he should consider Dominic. He wasn't badly shaped at all, rather slim, not too much muscle, not especially fat though, and the bulge at his crotch did seem a bit big... why not?
The wolf leaned in and got within a few inches of the deer, taking the rest of his gin in one swallow, stifling the grimace as he looked directly at the deer. "Look, let's both just drop the pretenses, we both want the same thing."
The buck's jaw dropped open, unable to believe his luck. He put down money for his drink and stood up, offering Ancus a paw, which he took. "That sounds good... how about my place?"
"Sounds good to me. We can take your car too, if that's not a problem." The deer nodded and they left behind the music and lights, the booming club still deafening as the stepped out into the night air, a chilling breeze tossing through their fur. Dominic shivered hard as the cool air met his skin, but Ancus was protected by his white wolf heritage, his fur keeping him at a nice and cozy temperature. The cervine fumbled with his keys quickly and opened up his small car, unlocking the door and buckling his seatbelt as the wolf climbed into his seat, strapping himself in even as the car started moving.
The drive was a fairly short one, but it felt longer to the car's occupants, who attempted to fill the awkward silence with small talk, learning a bit more about the people they were about to fuck. The wolf learned that Dominic was a manager at one of the local video stores, while Ancus shared his position as a professional contractor. The two furs chatted for a little while longer, slowly feeling a sexual urge start to build. The pulled in front of an apartment complex, taking an open spot, and they got out of the car, the wolf approaching the cervine's side. Their paws brushed together gently as they entered the building, and by the time the two had entered the elevator, they had strayed to hips and thighs, feeling at vague bulges and rears. Ancus was led into a hallway, and was walked with the deer pressing into the small of his back. They made their way to a door and the buck unlocked it, grinding his crotch into the seat of the wolf's jeans as they stumbled inside. Roughly slamming the door behind him, Dominic walked the lupine into the bedroom.
The wolf pulled off his shirt, projecting his voice to the cervine as he felt the apartment's air wash over his chest, nipples hardening up a bit. "Hey Dominic, you a top or a bottom?"
The deer snorted with a touch of amusement in his voice. "The name is DOMinic, so you can guess I'm a top. I've got the cock for it." He finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it to the side, unbuckling his belt and sliding of the pants. Ancus's eyes were drawn to the large bulge concealed within; he certainly was a sizable deer. The wolf quietly pulled off his pants, which showed a far less impressive bulge inside. The wolf knew he wasn't the largest; in fact, he was below average as far as his species was concerned. The fact had bothered him for many years, he used to obsessively measure himself, and always found him at the same five and two thirds inch mark. It had depressed him at one point, but thanks to a few sensitive lovers who showed him exactly what he could do with his length, he had become a confident and sensual lover, not in the least bit concerned with size. And he certainly didn't mind showing it as he pulled down his shorts, exposing his swelling cock to the cool air.
The cervine however, had no such experiences, and was quite proud and gloating of his size. He eyed the wolf with a somewhat critical eye, choosing not to say anything yet. The wolf stepped forward and grinned at him, reaching forward a hand to rub at the bulging shorts, the thin layer of cloth the only barrier as roaming fingers made their way across the deer's length, the twitching cock slowly pulsing at the touch. Dominic let out a soft moan, feeling the heat of the situation starting to catch up to him as his cock grew to its full size, completely hard and stiff in the stretched boxer briefs.
"Lucky for you I'm a switch..." Ancus murmured softly into the bucks twitching ear, a hand slowly stroking along the waistband of the underwear. Slowly, a claw tip slipped inside the elastic, running ever so gently along the soft rear of the deer. The deer murred loudly, laying a hand on the wolf's shoulder.
"Oh... quit playing around and go down on me!" the cervine ordered roughly, pushing down a bit on the wolf's neck. Ancus played along, wanting to see the deer pleasured and satisfied. He himself was not a big fan of the domination/submission game, but all the same he recognized it for what it was worth, and willingly participated in such acts. He enjoyed seeing his partners being brought to powerful orgasms, and if they needed to feel like they were in charge to do such, then so be it.
He knelt down in front of the buck and pulled his boxers the rest of the way down, and he blinked at the size of the member hanging for him. It was far longer than his own, he couldn't tell exactly how long, but it was a fine specimen indeed, easily nearing, and perhaps surpassing, the ten-inch mark. He wrapped a paw around the shaft, slowly stroking up and down it, feeling the flesh quiver in his paw as he slowly jerked the deer's meat. The lupine leaned his head in and let his tongue slip out his muzzle, poking forward slowly to brush over the deer's hanging balls. Hearing the moan of approval from above, the twin orbs received another long, dragging brush of the tongue.
"Mmm... that's right, lick your master, lap his beautiful ballsack." Ancus silently rolled his eyes, finding the deer's demeanor starting to bug him slightly. He stopped licking the twin orbs, eliciting a small, unhappy grunt from the deer, which turned into a loud moan as the lupine took the deerhood into his mouth, feeling it slip into the mouth and a good ways down his muzzle. He stopped it before it went to far in, and he started sucking, mouthing and applying small bits of suction throughout, a paw squeezing and sliding along the rest of the deer's member. Dominic started to pant and moan a bit, softly humping Ancus's mouth as the wolf blew him. The lupine bobbed a bit more, pulling back so he could comfortably make his bobs longer and better down the extensive length. Soon, he had the buck crying out softly from on top of him, moaning in pleasure as he was worked over.
Slowly, cervine hands moved to the back of the wolf's head, gently stroking and massaging the back of Ancus's head and base of his ears. The entire time Dominic had been murmuring about the blow job, for the most part positive, but interspersed with little bits of put down and self glorification, an attempt at establishing himself as the master, and Ancus as the pet. The wolf had heard it all before, and he ignored it for the most part, instead choosing to concentrate on the blowjob. But then the talk started to take a different tone.
"Uh, yeah, suck my dick bitch. Fuck...drink my seed you fucking slut!" The cervine held the wolf in place and started humping the lupine muzzle, much to Ancus's muffled protests. "Take you little fucker, yeah, you like this don't you?" The wolf growled loudly, but the foolhardy deer mistook it as a groan of pleasure, and he felt the vibrations of the misinterpreted aggression travel through his shaft. Feeling himself on the edge, he thrust the rest of the way inside. Ancus started swallowing rapidly, forced into deep-throating the buck to protect himself. He took slow, steady breaths through his nose as Dominic cried out, shooting his load down into the wolf's throat. He felt the cock twitch and shudder in his maw, and vaguely could tell that globs of cum were hitting the sides of his esophagus. The deer finally released the wolf, pulling out his member with a wet pop and lying back on the bed, catching his breath after being wracked with a powerful orgasm.
"Not bad bitch, not bad at all. For a little cunt, you can sure suck a good dick. But then again, I should've expected an excellent job from a slut like you." The lupine's only response, however, was coughing, the unexpected entrance leaving his throat a bit sore and scratchy. He left the room and gulped water from a nearby sink, before walking back into the bedroom. There he saw the deer pulling out various pieces of equipment, including what seemed to be a pair of handcuffs, a collar, and other varied bits of bondage gear.
The wolf growled loudly, slapping the side of the doorframe. "Just what in the fuck was that all about, huh?"
The deer had a shocked expression as he replied, touches of true surprise in his voice. "What do you mean what was that all about? It's all just part of the game wolfie, no need to get all uppity." The look of surprise slowly turned to a sneer, a look of pretentious scorn. "And who the hell do you think you are, talking back to your master like that? A bitch's place is at his master's feet, worshipping his divine cock." Dominic made a large and airy gesture, waving his hands to emphasize his penis.
Ancus was utterly and completely unimpressed by the display. He gripped the wooden frame, only releasing it as he started to feel the timber give. He stormed into the room, quickly picking up his clothes. "I'm not your pet, I'm not your bitch, and my name is Ancus. I'm a wolf, and I sure as hell am not going to take dominant bullshit from a fucking deer." The wolf angrily pulled up his boxers, hard on at this point not so hard.
"Oh sure, get all pissy you little bitch. Yeah, that's right, you just run away, you're too much of a bitch to try and hold against this cock, aren't you?" The wolf ignored him, sticking a leg through his jeans and doing a little hop-skip to get the other leg on. "Yeah, that's right, cover up that tiny cock of yours, you know you can't measure up." Ancus's jaw was tense and angry at this point as he pulled his shirt on, starting to make for the door.
"Yeah, get your little fat ass out of here, you can barely blow worth shit. You could never measure up to me you cunt, you'll always be another fuck toy for every stud that happens to come along! You're nothing, small dick, small life, big gut, completely meaningless!" He shouted the last words at the lupine, who froze at the door.
Ancus turned to face the buck, face set in an iron glare. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" His voice trembled with rage as he strode toward the now uncertain cervine, the buck taking a few uneasy steps back. "I'm a fucking wolf, I eat your kind, I kill your kind!" The wolven hackles were raised, lips set in a snarl as he closed the distance. "You've got a big dick, who the fuck cares? I don't need a big dick to fuck your ass all day long." He was now an inch away from the deer, jabbing at him with an accusing finger. "I've fucked people into oblivion, I've gotten compliments from dozens of lovers. And there is no way I'm about to let some hotshot buck with a on oversized head tell me that I am any less a man."
Dominic simply stared at him, eyes narrowing as he grabbed the wolf's wrists, attempting to tug him off to the side. "You listen to me, you're mine, you do as I say!" The wolf looked at him with rage and broke the grip on his paws, ripping himself free and grabbing the deer.
"No, you do as I say!" the lupine lifted him off of his feet and threw him onto the bed. He was instantly on top of him, pinning down the deer. As he bucked and struggled, Dominic was bewildered about how this chubby wolf could hold him down so easily. No matter how much he tried to get free, he was well and truly stuck as he watched Ancus grab the cuffs, and despite his mightiest kicking and thrashing, was able to snap on the steel restraints. With one arm trapped, the cervine quickly fell prey to the other side, and he was well and truly pinned down within the course of a minute or two.
The wolf took a few breaths, snapping on the leather collar as he looked over his would be master. Satisfied with his handiwork, he stripped back out of his clothes, taking the time to fold them neatly and place them on a nearby desk, all the while tuning out the string of expletives, threats, and pleas for mercy that emerged from the deer's mouth. He calmly searched for a bottle of lube, and upon finding it, tossed it next to the cervine. Finally having enough of the chatter, the wolf trotted over to him and stuck a ball gag in his mouth, eliciting a muffled string of offended yelps. Ancus grabbed the bottle and brought it into plain view of the bound buck, shaking it so that it made a rather intimidating sloshing noise. "Do you know what this thing means? It means I'm going to be kind. A 'tiny cock' like mine shouldn't be a problem for a sex god like yourself, even without lube! Right?" His tone was mocking and sarcastic, but Dominic's eyes went wide at the thought of being fucked, especially without lube.
"I hope you enjoy it up the butt, because you're all mine now, mine to do with as I please. And this wolf feels like fucking." He clambered up onto the bed behind the deer, and started applying the lube. It made an audible sound, and the buck gave a muffled wail, lamenting his position. "Ah ah ah, if you didn't want to get fucked, you really shouldn't have tried to manhandle this wolf." He let a finger slowly run along the long deerhood, feeling his prisoner shiver beneath him. "How did you think I'd react, hmm? I'd just bend over and take it from you?"
The lupine climbed onto his back, lining his hips up with the buck's, even as he tried to futilely shake him off. The wolf leaned forward, placing his head next to the downed fur's ear. "You brought this upon yourself." It was a soft whisper, but it sent chills through the deer as he gave another buck, failing to throw the wolf down as he was pushed down into the bed, rear sticking up in the air. Ancus tutted softly, and without further hesitation, slowly pushed the head of his cock against the deer's pucker. He felt a shudder beneath him as he pushed in with his hips, the tip of his shaft spreading apart the tight pink boyhole, the tight intensity of the passage slowly engulfing his member. The wolf couldn't help but moan loudly, the incredible heat surrounding his tool being directly transferred to the red meat as the cervine clamped down, an attempt to resist the predator, but instead causing even more pleasure for the lupine. He pressed his hips closer, feeling more of his shaft being engulfed, until finally their hips were touching, the small bulb of an unformed knot in between them.
As the buck felt himself be hilted inside of, he cried out loudly, just once, less of pain but distress instead. Hearing the pitiful sound, Ancus reached a paw forward, slowly rubbing the buck's shoulders and neck. He wasn't completely heartless, and it certainly wasn't his goal to cause anyone pain. Still, lessons needed to be learned, and as he pulled himself mostly out, he knew he was the one to teach them. When he had reached only the tip of his cock, he pushed back in, going inside a bit more quickly this time and hilting once more.
His knot ground into the tight tailhole, and Dominic squeaked beneath him, body shaking violently. The lupine reached a paw beneath him, wrapping it around the deer's shaft. Before he had a chance to even give it a pull or squeeze on it, he felt it pulsing, and a quick glance revealed a small pool of pre beneath him. With a snort the wolf went back to fucking the deer, the damn buck was actually enjoying being dominated!
The wolven hips started to build a pace, pumping in and out at greater and greater speeds as he felt his knot swell to its full size. He moved exactly in time with the rocking of the bed and his partner, using the momentum to drive his length deeper and deeper. Ancus may not have had a huge dick, but not only did he know how to use it, he had the hip power to drive it in deep. The thrusts became far more forceful as the knot started to press at the tight pucker, slipping in a bit with each driving thrust. The bed creaked and groaned, the headboard slamming into the wall and scraping the floor as he drove himself in deep.
"You want my knot? You want me to tie you bitch?" The wolf was starting to enjoy the dominant role, serving out comeuppance was far more satisfying than he could have predicted. Dominic squeaked from beneath him, shaking his head quickly. The wolf leaned down and cocked an ear towards him? "What was that? You're a bitch and you want me to stuff you with my knot? Well, okay, but only because-" The lupine gave a sharp, quick thrust and forced his knot inside, causing the buck to thrash beneath him for a moment, slowly stopping and shaking beneath him. He leaned forward again and softly finished his sentence "-I have such a 'small cock'." The deer said nothing, moaning through his gag as his tight boyhole clamped and squeezed on the lupine, tugging and pulling at his knot. Ancus moaned again, shaking a bit as he started back up with his mating, thrusting into the tied cervine with rapid, shallow strokes.
He looked down at the untouched deerhood, and saw it squirting pre at a considerable rate onto the bed. The wolf started dipping his hips, lowering himself slightly so hid thrusts took on an upward angle, tapping against the prostate instead of simply brushing it. With each of the thrusts the buck cried out, tailhole clenching as his pleasure center was hit again and again, each clenching drawing a bit of pre and a lot of pressure from Ancus's wolfhood. The wolf leaned forward, lifting his shins up off the bed, changing the center of gravity to the middle of the cervine's back. This was his purest position, only his hips pumping in and out of his lover, the motion complete and unspoiled by any outside factors, always leaving only the wolf and his mate for the night.
The pleasure was getting to Dominic, that was certain, as longer and louder cries came from past the gag, his tailhole clenching more and more. The lupine swung down his legs and thrust in deep, going in as far as he could, and the deer seized up, giving a heavy shudder and blasting a full shot of jizz onto the bed. His tailhole started spasming around the wolfcock, the sphincter squeezing and tugging on the member as Ancus released a howl, blasting the downed buck with his own hot white cream. The deer humped the air a bit, shooting load after load of cum onto the sheets, staining them white and sticky as his ass was filled with wolfspunk, the lupine still howling his pleasure, frantically humping into the stag. The thrusts soon dwindled down in intensity, and with a loud grunt, the last of Ancus's seed was blown into the tight passage, and the pair flopped down to the side.
The wolf's head was pounding, the blood sloshing around as he tried to catch his breath back, the thunderous orgasm draining him of his stamina. "Not bad for a small cocked wolf huh?" The lupine stuck a hand forward and picked up a bit of the semen on the bed, feeling it between two fingertips. "Wow, you are subby. Man, you got off from just the fucking, even I can't do that!" He reached his hand forward and wiped the seed on the buck's chest, drying off his fingers. "And on your second one too... there's no other explanation, you like it in the ass son." The wolf giggled slightly, still rather giddy from the afterglow, and he layed back, cock softly throbbing inside the buck.
He lay for several minutes, just trying to catch his breath. Slowly, his senses started to come into sharper focus. He could hear their heavy breathing, both males winded from the act. Then he felt the deer beneath him, shaking and shuddering at intervals beneath him. Another sound met his ears, the sharp intake of breath, Dominic's. He took a deep whiff of the air, he smelt the sex, the dirty apartment, the sweat from the pair's bodies, the copious amounts of seed on the bed, and... salt. There was definitely a small tang of salt in the air, and he opened his eyes, looking down at the deer. He was shaking, small jerks in just after each intake of breath. He looked up his body and realized what was happening. The salt was from tears, the cervine was crying silently to himself.
A pang of guilt shot through wolf, he was starting to doubt his actions. He was still tied to the buck, and he estimated that he might have at least five more minutes before his knot would have deflated enough for to pull out. The lupine wrapped his arms around the deer, giving him some bit of comfort as they lay together, one in a position he never expected and one starting to wish he had never been to the top. A soft, strangled sob emerged from the buck, and Ancus brought a paw to his face, covering his eye and wiping his head as he started to lament a bit more. He reached up and undid the ball gag, the buck's soft crying becoming a bit more audible. The lupine's arms moved back down to the buck's torso, holding him tight and close in an attempt to give him a bit of comfort.
They lay there for a few moments longer, the cervine's sniffles and sobs becoming muted and less frequent. Finally, Ancus spoke up, speaking softly and nonthreateningly. "Look, about what just happened... I'm sorry. But do you realize what you did to bring me to this?"
The buck sniffled louder, shivering again as he responded, voice cracking and making him uninterpretable. He paused for a few moments and cleared his throat, speaking in a clearer but still quavering voice. "I just wanted to have some fun, make some love-"
The wolf cut him off, his voice not quite hard but questioning, hurt and accusing. "And that's why you tried to beat me down? Make me feel like shit so I'd be compliant? That's not making love!" The wolf paused, breathing a bit harder, trying to control himself a bit more as he continued. "What I did... that's almost what you did. And what I did was not making love." The lupine gave a steady sigh, and slowly kissed the back of the defeated buck's neck. "If you had just said a few kind words, if you had been tender and sweet, if you hadn't shoved that monster down my throat... we would have made love. We'd both be free and happy. I'd have been the one on bottom, but not as a sub, as a lover."
The deer cringed and shuddered as he heard the wolf, wavery voice piping up again as he reached a paw down, grasping the Ancus's. "But that's the way it goes! If you're on top, you make them now you're on top... you show them you are the dominant one. Right?" His voice dropped to a whisper on the last word, true uncertainty in his tone.
The lupine sighed and squeezed the buck's paw, nuzzling his neck as he asked him another question, full of curiosity and sympathy. "Is that what you really believe? Who in the world taught you that?"
"M-my brothers. When you're the second youngest of five horny bucks, the only one that doesn't fuck you every chance they get is the youngest. And that's only because you're the one fucking him." Ancus could hear the malice and bitter memories in his voice, at the candor there almost made him want to cry.
"Jesus Dominic, that's not how the world works! Your brothers were wrong, you don't have to dominate someone to enjoy them. Sex should be about love and pleasure, not some way to prove you're an alpha!" The occasional tear fell from the artic wolf's blue eyes, anything but icy in the current situation. "We could have been lovers tonight... instead, your fucktoy fought back and used you for a screw." The wolf gave his hips a jerk back, popping his shrunken knot out of the rear. "And I wish I hadn't now..."
The wolf got up, and asked where the keys were. He found them in a drawer, and unlocked the cuffs from around the cervine's back. The buck sat up, rubbing the circulation back into his wrists. The lupine took a seat beside him, hugging him closely and slowly stroking his chest, feeling the slim musculature there. The deer just sat there for a few minutes, not for all the world sure of where and what he was. Finally he spoke up, without malice, without sadness, just... emptiness. "Please, could you... leave?"
The wolf nodded, releasing him and getting up, walking over to the pile of clothes and pulling his outfit back on. The cloth stuck to his sweat fur, bits of cum gluing his underwear to his groin. He finished dressing and walked back over to the cervine, leaning down to give him a slow, soft kiss on his lips, before standing back up straight and heading for the door. He paused at the frame, turning back to face the buck. "I really am sorry Dominic... remember, love will get you a lot farther than some harsh words and a big dick." He stepped past the entryway, and turned back once more, sticking his head back in. "Maybe someday when we're both older and wiser... I can show you what making love really is." The cervine simply sat there, staring blankly at the floor. Sighing, the lupine recognized that he could do no more, and he left the deer alone, sitting next to a pile of his own semen with a stretched tailhole and a drastically changed view on love.
All too suddenly the wolf found himself ill at ease in the apartment, and he couldn't get to the door fast enough. He stepped out into the hallway, sweating hard, feeling hot and stuffy in the apartment complex. He opted to take the stairs, flying down them at a pace that would have any mother biting their nails, feet hitting the ground floor hard and he was off, out the door. He ran out of the lobby, running from a mistake, running away from the damning heat in that damning apartment. He hit the cool night air, and still he ran, getting two blocks down before slowing down, breathing heavily from the sprint. He shivered hard as he made his way back to his car, back to the bar where he started his night, back to where he started along the path that would turn somefur's life completely upside down. He shivered again, all the fur and arctic heritage in the world not enough to save him from the icy fingers of the lonesome night.