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"A-174! A-1-7-4, second window please."

Greg chuffed and looked down at his lap forlornly for the seventieth time. His ticket showed the same number as it had all the other sixty-nine times. A-189. He'd been there for thirty minutes and they'd gone through four numbers. The chunky wolf growled and shifted uncomfortably in the equally uncomfortable plastic bucket-seat. All he needed was that stupid little printout proving his social security number so he could sign the paperwork for this job already.

"C-127!"

Please turn off all cell phones in this room, thank you , read the television screen that only displayed eye-rollingly condescending facts about the SSA, while playing elevator music even vaporwave would reject as too abominably cheesy for use. Then what the fuck are we supposed to do while waiting hours for a piece of paper that's our own right anyway? Jerk off casually? If only.

Greg supposed it was his fault he had lost his social security card and had to get the form as a last-minute stopgap, but goddamnit, he had things to be and people to do. Not to mention a job waiting for him while he sweated and squirmed, wondering if he dared to try and sneak his phone out for a peek at Growlr while he waited. Only the thought of getting thrown out and having to start this whole process again tomorrow stopped him, but just the temptation put a fire in his belly and his crotch, making him annoyingly aware of his own cock sitting snugly between his thighs. Slightly damp in there from the early-summer heat, too. Better than that second-winter bullshit we had last week, at least.

"C-127, last call for C-127!"

Who the fuck would leave or not answer! If you've already waited for an hour, you might as well make it worth it. Greg scratched his leg irritably and glared up at the other people waiting. They were sitting in the seating area in patches, one or two here or there, trying to be as far away from as many people as possible. A slim, sharp-looking hyena about Greg's age was tapping coolly on the monitor used to check in and obtain a ticket, much less frustrated than Greg had been with the machine. The wolf had had to tap every button on the touch screen twice to get them to register. And as soon as he tried to anticipate it, he double-tapped one button and it entered the number twice. Of fucking course.

Greg rolled his eyes. At least he'd managed to get the seat in the very back corner. No one else was even in any of the five rows in front of him. They were probably afraid they'd miss their number being called if they weren't sitting closer to the kiosks. But the grumpy wolf's sharp ears stood no chance of missing his number. Unless he fucking fell asleep first. It'd be awfully easy to rest his head in the corner of the two walls...drift off for a bit...at this rate it'd be hours before they called him...

"Hiya." Greg grunted and snapped open his eyes, fixing them two seats away where that hyena he'd just been watching had now decided to sit and greet him. Glancing around indignantly, Greg could see whole rows of seats that would have been...farther away from himself.

"A-175!"

"Uh...hey." The pudgy wolf tried not to sound too annoyed. The hyena's sweet grin was a little hard to be rude to.

"I'm Tyrus." The other male offered the information, but oddly not his hand for the usual greeting.

Greg was fully confused by the chipper, smug-seeming canine newcomer. "...Greg."

"Oh I know. Was hoping I'd recognize you in here. I checked Growlr before I stepped in. Just in case. You know."

"C-128!"

The athletic hyena's ears flicked twice and his knowing smile wavered not one millimeter. Greg's own ears were fully perked and quivering now, and flushed hotly in confused embarrassment. "Um..."

"Picked you out easily among all the old guys. Mid-twenties are rare on there, I'm sure you know. Good thing I like 'em big no matter what. Also, you were first on the list, only a few feet away. Natural selection, you might even say."

Greg couldn't think of a single thing to say. He'd never been approached so boldly, let alone so...publicly. He gulped and glanced around. It seemed no one has heard any of the hyena's blithely forward chatter over the soft murmur of their own bored conversations, and there was enough space separation between the very back row and the other patrons that sound must not have carried. The stocky wolf glanced back at his new "friend" and forced a smile. "...Thanks?"

"Sure thing, stud." Tyrus casually swung himself over the armrest of the chair he was in, plopping into the seat right next to Greg, who recoiled not in disgust but just from having his previously vast space invaded.

To his credit, the hyena now dropped his voice down to barely a murmur. "So...tell me about yourself."

"A-176 over here please!"

"Well uh...I'm 25...kinda between jobs at the moment I g--"

"Not THAT kind of stuff. I wanna talk about YOU. You like guys getting you naked?"

That caused Greg's eyes to dart wildly about again. Tyrus's gaze stayed perfectly cool and still on the wolf he was making very uncomfortable in more ways than one. "I...guess, yeah. Keep your voice down!"

Tyrus leaned back in his chair and adjusted his stylish purple t-shirt. "Relax, dude, no one can hear. They don't care. When was the last time you were naked in front of a guy?"

Greg gulped and stammered under his breath, trying desperately to not sound flustered, "Uh, couple weeks ago...uh, hooked up with a guy..."

"Was he naked too? Or just you?"

"Z-one-oh-one, window 4!"

"Uh, it was just me, for, ah...a little bit. He wanted to see me first..."

"I don't blame him. You have a killer body, from what little I'm able to see."

Greg's heart was pounding out a frantic tribal drumbeat, and he had turned awkwardly toward the smilin', stylin' hyena in a further needless effort to keep the conversation between them. "Well, thanks, but, can we talk about this afterward on Growlr or someth--"

"Did he look at your asshole?"

If Greg had had a drink, he would have spit it out. "Are you serious?"

Tyrus crossed his legs and cocked his head to the side, looking like he was wondering why the wolf seemed so flabbergasted. "Yeah totally! I wanna talk about your asshole, man. I bet it's really nice. Big guys like you usually have kinda more wide-set assholes, not such tiny pinpricks that are no fun. That's why I gravitate toward your type. Did the guy you hooked up with check out what's between your cheeks?"

Poor Greg was almost trembling with nervousness, and his tail unconsciously curled around his butt in the chair, as if to make it feel less exposed. The wolf was again very conscious of his privates, though now it seemed the hyena's...prodding...was focusing Greg's attention on his own aforementioned anus. All of a sudden it kind of...itched. And his penis was definitely trying to thicken up, even in its awkward position smooshed uncomfortably in his too-hot jeans.

"C-129! C-129."

Greg desperately looked around again, looking anywhere but at the unflappable hyena sitting right next to him and grilling him about his most private place. He barely even breathed the words as he replied. "Y-yeah, once he got my pants off, he...messed around with it for a little bit. He said it was uh...warm and snug but not too tight..."

"Goooood! I was really hoping you'd have a nice wide butthole. Good to know you like it being played with, too. Big guy like you, I wouldn't be able to not touch it. Get a finger or three in there too. Nnnnnnn sexy wolf asshole...now I wanna see it."

Greg tried to wet his lips with what must have been the driest tongue in the country at that moment. "You...do?"

For the first time, Tyrus didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked thoughtful, and then his eyes narrowed and his grin spread upwards on the sides of his muzzle. "I do. Your ticket won't come up for a while...go to the bathroom and take a photo of your shitter. Get completely naked first. Then hike your phone up under your tail and let me see what you've got back there. Oh, and get your balls in the shot too. Bet you got big wolfy nuts."

"Wha...you mean...right...now?" Greg's heart now seemed to be beating from inside his penis.

"Yup. There's more than ten numbers in your queue ahead of you, it'll give you something to kill the time. Send it to me on Growlr. I'm Tyena24."

The hyena stared almost innocently while Greg huffed in thought. A pointed glance from Tyrus down at the wolf's crotch sealed the deal.

Asking a security guard if he could leave the room and still be re-admitted was harder than Greg thought it would be while trying to control his thick breathing and viciously swelling erection.

"A-177?..."

The last called-out number was more distant now that Greg had left the room, and the murmur of conversations was replaced by the eerie silence of the hallway. The wolf's mind buzzed and his balls ached as he trudged around the square loop of the hall, past the vending machines where a sighing, bored bear cub gave the passing large canine a wide-eyed look. Don't look at me like that, kid...if only you knew what I'm about to do...

The restrooms were on opposite sides of the end of the hallway, and Greg lurched into the mens'. Thankfully no one else was in there at the time. He chose the stall closest to the far wall as the place of his shame.

Get completely naked first, the hyena had instructed. The way he talked was so...vulgar and specific. But Greg couldn't deny the squirming humiliation it made him feel...or how painfully stiff his penis was because of it. He locked the stall door behind him and unbuttoned his pants.

He had to quickly slip off his shoes to remove his jeans and boxer briefs, which were by now damp in places and probably smelled ripe. That darker wet spot on the front MUST just be ball-sweat...

Hastily putting his black slip-resistant sneakers back on over his socks, Greg looked forlornly down at his cock, now waving freely. No time right now, little guy. Hang in there... The wolf feverishly shucked his shirt as well, and hung it on the hook on the back of the door with his other garments. Now at least from under the stall, nothing was visible that looked weird.

Greg fished his phone out of his pants pocket, swiping to open the screen and guiltily ignoring a text from his mother asking how the job search was going. Growlr seemed to take longer to load right now than it ever had before. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, making his thick but stumpy cock wag in front of him. Does my shoes and socks count me out for being "completely naked"?...

One unread message. The profile picture was scrotum-chillingly familiar. "Hurry up, wolf, wouldn't want you to miss your number just cuz you're getting naked for me." Greg huffed. That fucker was sitting back in the waiting room messaging him on the sly. Obviously less of a goody-two-shoes than me. I guess two shoes is all I got to go by right now though...

After giving his ass crack a quick paper-wipe just to be sure, Greg hiked one foot up on the seat of the toilet and positioned his phone below and behind himself. Send new image... Once the camera focused, he could lean over well enough to look between his legs and see that his asshole and balls were indeed in the shot and his scruffy tail was out of the way. He almost groaned aloud at the view of his underside. His asshole looked sweaty and his balls looked miserably swollen and pulled tight to the base of his cock. He winced and pressed the button to capture the humiliating photo...just as he heard the bathroom door open.

Greg's foot jerked back down to the floor. He heard a sigh and a carefree hum, and the sound of a zipper...then a stream hitting the back of a urinal. Thank god they hadn't chosen a stall. Here he was standing still butt-naked and breathing a little too heavily for his own liking...oops, standing! He turned around and sat down on the toilet quickly to avoid suspicion, taking the time to check the photo he took. It'll have to do. Send. His tall furry ears were quivering, registering every sound the other male in the room made. He almost gave a sigh of his own when he heard a grunt, flush, and re-zippering. Once the sink finished running and the door closed, he re-clothed as fast as wolfenly possible, and scuttled back to the waiting room.

"C-132 please come forward!"

Damn, I better not have missed my chance. He flashed his ticket at the security guard, who nodded boredly, and hustled back to his former seat, staring exclusively at the floor.

"Good job, wolf. Your shitter looks as sweet as I'd hoped. Nice and manly, strong-looking. Good width on it too, just perfect."

Greg grumbled in his chest and tried to settle in his chair without smashing his dick, which was now re-growing after its rapid retreat upon almost getting caught. "Can you...not call it...THAT?"

Tyrus actually rubbed the back of his neck at that. "Heh, sorry. A little...colorful maybe. Speaking of color though, I like the white fur in the middle of your butt and on your nuts. It's handsome. Makes your butthole stand out more."

"It's white above my...my dick too," Greg mumbled, mortified. "Which isn't that big, but it's thick I guess..."

The hyena looked at Greg's lap appreciatively for just a second, the lump there unmistakable. "That sounds nice. I'm much more interested in your asshole than your penis though. Thanks for the picture...I'm sure my girlfriend will love it!"

"GIRL--" Greg saw an older sheep lady's head turn towards him from several rows up and adjusted his voice to a hiss. "--friend?!"

"Yessir. Pretty little doe. She loves seeing who I get myself into. I'll have to show her your Growlr profile too, she'll enjoy it!"

"But...I don't...like girls!"

"Nonsense, you'd love her. She loves guys' assholes almost as much as I do. Can barely keep her out of mine! We'd love to have you over and get you naked sometime and explore you."

"A-189, window 1! A-1-8-9."

Greg couldn't decide if he was more shocked at what the insouciant hyena was suggesting, or that his own ticket number was already called. He quickly tried to tuck his boner under his waistband before he stood up, but as always, his penis wasn't quite long enough to do so. He settled for stuffing his hands in his pockets to puff out the front of his jeans enough to avoid awkwardness, and he gave the hyena one last speechless look.

"Message me on Growlr, man. Would love to mess around in that butthole for real sometime soon. Thanks for showing me! I'll let you know what Nadya thinks of it too."

"...Sure," Greg croaked out before mechanically shuffling to his prescribed window.

He could almost feel hyena eyes on his rump the entire time he stood uncomfortably and answered the employee's questions a little too quickly. He felt so...naked. Like everyone in the room had seen the pic of his asshole instead of just its intended receiver.

Damn yena would probably love to throw the pic up on that screen for everyone to see and discuss...

"Your state-issued identification, sir?"

"Yes, yes, sorry." He fumbled in his back pocket, very aware of how it made him grope his own ass, and feeling the slight tug his hand gave his ass cheek, and therefore the rim of his hidden hole, when he removed his wallet. I better not be thinking about my asshole every second for the rest of the day...I'm sure there's someone that'll be doing that for me anyway. God, is he really gonna show it to his girlfriend? I bet he was making up her and that whole thing just to fuck with me.

"Thank you sir, you'll receive your new card in about two weeks. Here's proof that you ordered it."

"Sure. Is it actually possible to get a form that verifies my number? I need either that or an actual card to apply for this job today..."

"We are no longer issuing those forms. You'll have to see if they accept your proof of ordering a card, or otherwise present your passport and birth certificate."

"...Alright. Thank you." Greg turned to go, stuffing his wallet back in his butt pocket and deliberately not looking back at the tormenting hyena after doing so. That smirk that was surely still on his muzzle would have driven him crazy. Gotta go to this interview with seriously blue balls now...I wonder if they accept pictures of my butthole as proof of social security.

"A-one-ninety, window 1!"