"Is that everythin', ma'am?"

"Mmhm."

"That'll be $23.97."

Chuck watched with a sombre face and dead eyes at the elderly woman rifled furiously through the confines of her purse, determined to count out the 97 cents piece by piece. Chuck kept his hand outstretched as she placed coin over coin atop the half-crumpled notes she had firmly planted into his hand, and with each extra coin, Chuck's will to exist faded.

When she was finally done, Chuck brought them to the till, briefly and efficiently counting them up and tossing them into the respective compartments. Despite the woman's haphazard way of giving him exact change, she wasn't wrong in her counting: it was 97 cents, on the money. He raised his head to wish her a good day, but she had already grabbed her back and was out the door. He only just caught a glimpse of her crude half-yellow, half-grey coat as she wandered out. It wouldn't be the last time he'd see her-- she was a regular and came in at 9am every day sharp.

Chuck was a wolf with ambition. He knew he was never born to live in this country bumpkin town of Honey Grove, Texas, just south of the border between his home state and Oklahoma: he wanted to go out and see the world, to make something of himself and, by extension, make a change. The problem was that adulthood changed everything. Reality hit him like a truck with his mother passed away-- gone were the dreams and aspirations of a barely legal, immature college candidate. He'd had to give up his chances at making his mark to look after his little brothers, who didn't have a parent anymore.

Now, at the age of 24, he worked in a tiny little grocery store in the middle of town, serving both the locals are tourists passive through to Paris, which sat to the east. For reasons unknown, tourists salivated over the thought of a smaller Eiffel Tower with a Texan hat on top. This place was the only stop in town aside from the overpriced gas station, so it was no wonder travellers often stopped off here to pick up snacks whilst the locals only came in for a paper or one thing or another, bits and pieces that they otherwise can't get at a weekly supermarket shop. All the while, Chuck was left to manage to store, day in day out (except for Sundays) whilst his manager sat at home, calling him on occasion to see if he was still working. The job was barely over minimum wage and the amount of hours he worked was typical for retail, but still exhausting. He had no drive, and frankly, he was bored out of his mind.

The store had grown quiet, as it always did around the late afternoon. Most of the tourists had passed on by and the locals were usually cooped up in their houses or off picking up their kids at the high school on the other side of town. The dingy little aisles of the store were eerie and silent. Chuck knew he'd have to go and look at the shelves and organise them in a little while, but for the time being he could relax. He turned to glance at himself in the mirror, dressed up in a plain polo shirt and jeans, his furred head lacking any sort of hat. He reached up to brush the stray spikes of fur atop his head down, running his fingers from the white fur of his face up and around to the navy blue tones of his secondary coat. He grimaced at himself in the mirror: his eyes were baggy from a rough night's sleep and his body ached from being up so early. He admittedly just wanted to go back to bed.

Out the corner of his eye, a white blur sped past him into an aisle on the far side of the store, and Chuck breathed a sigh, turning his attention to the monitor that sat by the counter. There, the screen was split into 4 separate feeds from the cameras around the shop-- though low quality, it was enough to see. He watched as the blur slow down to form the shape of a kid, no older than 11, looking through the candy that sat opposite the chilled fridges. Chuck didn't even falter at the sight of the kid's twin tails, for he knew this child vaguely enough.

He was new, though that wasn't necessarily all that true. He was new in the sense that Chuck had met him a month ago, and had never seen him before prior to that. The twin-tailed cub, which Chuck guessed to be an arctic fox boy, was mysterious and quiet most of the time, but the way he occasionally spoke had made Chuck a little uncomfortable. It was something about the way he occasionally looked in Chuck's direction that made him feel as if he were being undressed in the boy's eyes, as fucked up as that sounded. The boy, which he'd come to know as the exotically named Etis, had idly thrown him the odd flirtatious comment on occasion in the past month that Chuck had seen him-- the wolf thankfully managed to brush most of them off, but some had stuck with him-- the occasional flirt was quite direct and piercing.

Regardless, seeing Etis had become something of a daily thing lately. Chuck had never managed to get any information out of him, through small talk or otherwise, as to why the boy was in town, but Etis had at least insisted he was a tourist travelling with his parents, yet wouldn't divulge further-- in fact, Chuck had never seen his Mom or Dad anywhere. Chuck watched through the camera as Etis scooped a couple of chocolate bars off the shelf and then made his way around to the counter as the wolf's gaze drifted over the time on the upper right corner of the monitor-- it was just about closing time. Etis would be his last customer of the day.

"Hey kid." Chuck greeted him casually enough as he reached for the candy, passing it in front of the scanner and waiting for the usual monotone beeps. Etis was unusually quiet and just stared at him with a smile, and Chuck paid it no mind, continuing the conversation as best he could.

"Up t'anythin' fun today?" Chuck asked in his typical thick southern, Texan drawl. "You know, you said you were travellin' with yer folks, ah figured you'd be 'bout movin' outta town b'now."

"Nah," Etis explained, leaning on the counter somewhat despite his short height. "My folks aren't going to be moving on for a little while yet. They still got stuff to do around here."

"'Round here, in middle o' butt-fuck nowhere Honey Grove?" Chuck snorted and then cleared his throat, realising it wasn't right to swear in front of children. "Ah just mean, y'know, this ain't the coolest place in Texas."

"I think it's a little charming." Etis murmured, turning his head to stare past the window to the road outside. Chuck glanced in the same direction to see what he always did: dusty roads and short buildings. It might be quaint to the average passer-by, sure, but to Chuck it was the most run-down place on Earth. He grunted his disapproval again and shook his head, scanning through the last bar.

"Well, suit yerselves. $4.50, kid." Chuck read the total and leant forwards, planting his palms on the counter and waiting patiently as Etis slid a 10 dollar bill from his pocket and pushed it across the counter. Chuck scooped it up and began counting out change.

"Yer the last customer o' the day," Chuck remarked idly as he scooped a couple of quarters in his hand alongside a few dollar bills. "Lucky you. An' me, too, ah guess."

"You're closing up?" The boy asked, reaching out for his change as Chuck nodded. "Can I help?"

"Uh..." Chuck hummed and glanced around the shop, before back at Etis' pleading face. "Alright, fine. Hard to say no to that face."

Etis beamed childishly, but the grin on his face bore something of a more sinister ilk. Chuck didn't notice it, but he would soon come to find out why Etis was so eager to join him in closing up.

There wasn't all that much to do. The first was to lock up the back door, and Etis made a point of standing around in awe at the sight of the back room where the store kept most of it's additional, non-refrigerated stock, as well as the main place of rest for employees during off-peak hours or breaks. After that, Chuck closed the shutters for the front of the store, leaving the front door's shutter open before getting behind the counter and tallying up the change for the day, with Etis watching him from the other side of the counter. He wasn't doing much to 'help' but the company was nice enough.

Counting up the money was easy, but climbing in under the counter to stuff it in the safe at the far back was always a little agonising, especially in warmer weather. Chuck got to it regardless, managing to unlock the safe before pushing the back inside and firmly closing it shut. By the time Chuck pulled himself back and straightened up, Etis had disappeared. Chuck frowned, unable to see where he was through the cameras because he'd already turned them off for the day-- Honey Grove was relatively crime free, so there was no worries about a break-in at night. 

"Kid?" Chuck called across the store, but he was met with an eerie silence that made him nervous. He strode around the side of the counter and walked through the short aisles, wondering if the boy had hidden behind them or was rooting through something-- yet, he was nowhere to be seen. With a frown, Chuck moved from the main shop floor and into the back room, wondering if he was back there. The wolf was given a nasty fright when he looked down one of the thin aisles of shelving in the back room to see Etis lounging on the small table that sat as the far end, used for when the employees took a break.

"Jesus, ya gave me a' start," Chuck placed a hand to his chest and he stared over at the boy's lounging form. "Why didn't ya answer when a' called ya?"

"I didn't hear you." Etis made it sound so simple, but the way his eyes were slightly lidded over and the way he idly rocked his paws back and forth made it seem...wrong, somehow. Chuck got the impression he was blatantly lying, but he couldn't figure out what the kid was up to. It was then that he remembered all the times before when Etis had been overly flirtatious and made him uncomfortable. The wolf straightened up and pursed his muzzle shut, the realisation of the situation dawning on his face.

"No," He raised his hand and waggled his finger, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh, kid. A' know what this looks like, a' ain't goin' ta jail."

"Shhhh," Etis hushed him, bringing a finger to his lips as he subtly, slowly parted his legs a little. "Come here."

Chuck hesitated, for god knows what reason. He was fully aware of the consequences of his actions, yet he was drawn nonetheless, as if something were pulling at his body. He almost felt compelled to do nothing else than to approach, and his mind clogged with thoughts of what might happen. Anyone would have said it was silly to say his feet were moving on their own, but that was exactly what it felt like: his legs moved before his mind even caught up. By the time he was finally paying attention, he had already closed the distance between them.

"Do you like what you see?" Etis asked, barely above a whisper, as he reached out to grab the wolf's hand. Chuck stood there, flustered, unsure what to even say-- his head felt foggy and his movements sluggish. The way his arm lifted, the way his fingers curled against Etis' body as the cub brought the man's hand down didn't feel like his own. He tried to part his lips to speak but couldn't even find the words to express how he felt.

Etis shifted, gently guiding the mans hand beneath his thin, revealing tank top so that he could stroke along the fox's lithe body, up his soft, young stomach and towards his chest. Chuck's senses felt strangely heightened as he focused in on the sensation of fur sliding across his fingers and the gentle beating of the boy's heart alongside his flexing, occasionally quivering body. He found himself affirming his touch, sinking the wealth of his palm against the cub's body and sliding his fingers across the grooves of the boy's rib cage and around towards his sides. He raised his other hand at the same time, and he felt as if he were watching himself move, like an out of body experience, as his other hand cupped around the boy's leg, pulling him closer.

His body felt distance, yet his senses were at an all time high, each touch like electricity, each scent potent and identifiable. He could smell the dust on the shelves and the faint aroma of sweat on their bodies, coupled with damp fur and the leftover noodle pot sitting on the table. Chuck's hand moved further up the boy's leg towards the hem of his tank top and he wordlessly pulled it over Etis' head. The boy obliged by raising his hands up, and the fox stared at him with a strangely mature, sultry gaze as Chuck tossed the top to the floor, his hands moving to the shorts next. He forced his thumbs into the waistband and began to slide them down as Etis hiked his behind up, steadying himself with his hands. Chuck pulled them down just far enough to expose the most important area in his strange, tunnel-vision state: the cub's delightfully round, soft ass.

Etis hummed his approval, his legs locked together from his tight shorts, as Chuck forced the cub's legs up and held them by the ankle so he could get a better look at the cub's plentiful, young cheeks and the cute hole sitting between them. He pressed his hand to one malleable cheek and slid his thumb in between the crack, stretching it to the side so he could get a better look. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them before bringing them back down. He explored with his digits, moving from the ass until his fingers wedged in between the cheeks and searched for the boy's delicate, exotic light blue button. His middle and forefinger grazed against the quivering entrance and Chuck felt it tense and clutch against his digits with each forceful press and probe. Etis groaned quietly under his breath and squirmed, now fully laid down on the table with his hands folded neatly over his chest.

With a forwardness that Chuck would have never expected from himself, he pushed his digits forward and sunk them into the boy's behind. Both index and middle finger slid deeper and deeper, passing one knuckle after the next as Etis let out quiet, shaky sighs the deeper it went. It didn't take long before Chuck's fingers were in to the knuckle, and a quick flex of his digits caused Etis to gasp and curl his toes. The adult wolf found himself growling, strangely enough, as a carnal desire flowed through him-- it was something about the way those fleshy, warm inner walls spasmed so sensitively around his wet fingers that stirred him so, but he couldn't quite place where this deep-rooted attraction was coming from. Whilst his mind idly panicked and swam through the thick haze that seemed to calm all inhibitions, Chuck's body moved, fingers still firmly wedged as he brought his head forwards and pressed the warmth of his muzzle against the fox's curling, bare paws.

A groan escaped Chuck's lips as he found himself sinking into the pleasure of it all, his aching cock twitching within the confines of his shorts. He dragged his muzzle up as Etis arched his back and deliberately pushed his pawpads against the man's face, and Chuck found himself parting his lips and sticking out his tongue, dragging it up the cub's paws and up towards his toes, all the while his fingers rhythmically flexing inside the boy's asshole. He soon began to slid his digits back and forth, feeling the way the cub's ring stretched around his two fingers as his eyes lidded over, his body and mind heavy with a carnal desire.

After a while, he pulled his fingers back, and his spit covered fingers fumbled with the button of his shorts as his tongue and mouth continued to roam against the cub's curling and flexing paws, the toes pressing against his noes, little claws tracing his snout. Chuck eventually wrestled the button free and with a quick jerk, pushed his shorts and boxers to the floor. He sighed with relief as he slid his fat, knotted cock between the boy's thighs, the tapering end of his wolf cock poking out on the other side and giving Etis a good look at what he was up again. 9 inches of thick canine meat sat ready for him, and before Etis had a chance to get himself prepared, the lust-addled wolf tugged his hips back and used his free hand to worm the tip of his cock between those young cheeks. He speared the tight ring with his member and thrust, sliding himself halfway into the cub's ass with spit alone.

Etis let out a little gasp and Chuck watched though his lidded gaze as he arched his back, but the wolf's mind was quickly clouded by the sheer, unbridled pleasure that came with a clenching wall around his throbbing cock. Never in his life had he moaned so gutturally as in that moment, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed with lustful bliss. He growled under his breath shortly thereafter and pushed again, using the leverage of one free hand as well as the other gripping the cub's ankles to tug the boy onto his member, until his knot greedily kissed with the spasming, squeezing ring. 

After a moment of relishing the sensation-- which allowed Etis time to adjust-- Chuck began to tug back, his body briefly shaking from the delightful ecstasy that ran over the length of his sensitive cock, before he pushed forwards, dangerously pressing his knot to that young ass again. He started in on a series of slow, half-gentle, half-laboured thrusts as the end of his member twitched and spurted eager little droplets of pre-cum into the boy's backside, all whilst he suckled, slathered and lapped at the cub's toes, one after another.

"Oooh fuck..." Chuck mumbled, the first words he'd spoken throughout the entire encounter, his voice muffled against the cub's paws. It was clear from the way Etis huffed and groaned with every other thrust that he was enjoying it, and though Chuck couldn't see, the fox's little knotted member was pulsing wildly against his chest, as if it were about to blow at any moment. With Chuck's senses heightened, the taste of pleasure was all the more potent, and each thrust felt as if he were diving into liquid silk. Everything was so smooth and wonderful that he almost felt weak at the knees, and he eventually couldn't resist picking up the pace, shifting some low humps into faster, more moderate thrusts.

Etis' moans slowly began to grow heavier and heavier, turning from quiet whimpers into full blown groans and huffs of pleasure. He tried to spread his legs apart and give his cock some more breathing room, but the tight shorts still clinging snugly around his knees made it difficult for him to move much, and the man's grasping hands, roaming tongue and pumping hips were making it hard to hold it in. Each time Chuck forced his knot up against the cub's ass, Etis moaned with a greater fervency, reaching to inevitable peak. Chuck had barely registered when the boy orgasmed, too enthralled in his own sensations to realise that the periodic, rhythmic squeezing around his cock was a sign of the cub's climax. Etis, however, was more than steeped in the delight of his blissful release as his toes curled tightly against the man's face and a sickening, exhausted sigh rolled through him.

Though Etis was spent, Chuck was far from done. The tight clamping around his cock had encouraged him to thrust harder and faster as he started to more or less completely lose himself in the pleasure of it all, his eyes closed as his lips eventually moved from the cub's paws to the open air itself as his lolled his tongue, panting like the dog he was. How close he was could easily be gauged by the sheer sounds of their sex, which had once been quiet and muted but was now accompanied by the wet squelching of his cock shoving back and forth, accentuated by the slaps of his pre-addled knot mashing against the fox's ring. As time went on it only grew wetter, and Chuck grew closer to his own release.

He thrust himself forwards, a grunt escaping his lips, as his knot swelled and pushed firmly against the cub's spasming ring, desperate to tie. Etis didn't intend to resist, but it was a natural reaction of his body to clench as the cock attempted to stuff deeper, and he quickly did his best to loosen up, a grunt of his own forming on his tongue. After a series of sharp thrusts and hard pushing, accompanied by soft young gasps, the hole eventually stretched around the wolf's still swelling knot and Chuck forced himself inside. It was there that he paused, basking in the sensations of the squeezing flesh around his knot, bringing him closer to the edge than ever before. He rolled his hips forwards a little as his balls churned, tucking up against his manly taint. After one final, lust-driven sigh, Chuck's cock spurted its first gooey string.

Etis warmly stroked his stomach and groaned under his breath as he felt each pump, each vigorous spurt of the man's member into the deepest parts of his body, coating his inner walls and beyond in a sticky film of seed that he slowly began to absorb the power from. Unknown to Chuck, Etis was more than just a boy, and to those who were familiar with him, siphoning a little bit of extra 'juice' from his partners was commonplace. The sex was delightful, but it was the cum that was truly invigorated, and the power rushed through him like a tidal wave, splashing over the dull remnants of his own climax and making his entire body prickle. The light reached his eyes and he closed his eyelids to hide them until the power faded-- not that Chuck was paying attention, in any case: the wolf's head was rolled back completely, his tongue happily lolled from his mouth like a panting dog as the fox's ass milked his member for all it was worth.

Though he had orgasmed, the fogginess in his mind remained, something that Chuck would later look back on and wonder about for many years to come. The Texan wolf shifted, his knees wobbling from the physical exertion of their taboo sex, and he gently slid the fox across the table until the wolf was standing beside a chair. He wrestled with Etis' shorts for a moment until he pulled them free from the cub's spit-covered paws, tossing them onto the table. Etis sighed with relief as he stretched his legs out completely, his dexterous and bench legs curling inwards so that he could tease the man by planting his paws on the wolf's stomach, pressing into his shirt. Chuck grinned warmly, still driven by his desire as he scooped Etis up, on hand on his back and the other on his ass as he turned to flop down into the available seat nearby. Etis swung his legs back as they moved and they settled into a straddled, chest to chest position on the chair, both of them still panting rather heavily from their lewd sex.

Etis sighed and rolled his head back, admiring the man for a moment before leaning back enough to sit upright. He reached up to stroke the wolf's cheek, and Chuck instinctively leant into it, angling his head to lap at the boy's palm.

"Good boy," Etis purred, dragging his hand up to the man's forehead and pressing down firmly. "Now, get some rest."

A ripple of power pushed through the surface of his palm and fingertips and into the man's head. In an instant, Chuck's muscles sagged and his head dipped forwards, a loud snore escaping his nose for a moment before his chest fell into a slow rising and falling rhythm. Etis sighed through his nose and adjusted his behind, still firmly tired to the man, before leaning over and reaching for his shorts. He dug through the pockets until he retrieved a smartphone from his pocket. He swiped the screen and tapped away for a moment before bringing it up to his ear.

"...Hey. It's me," He began to speak into the receiver. "Where are you?"

"...Uh-huh. I'm over at the store," Etis continued. "Yeah, that one... Okay."

He ended the call and placed the phone aside, idly rocking his hips and sighing to himself as he enjoyed the feeling of being full a little while longer. Soon enough, he heard the door to the store open and footsteps approached from behind until they stopped at the end of the aisle in the back room. Etis craned his head and beamed at the blue and grey canine, around Etis' age, standing there blinking at him.

"What are you doing?" The canine frowned and Etis grinned goofily in response, gesturing to his vest on the floor. The canine stepped over and picked it up, placing it in the fox's hands.

"I was running low, so I needed a quick pit stop." Etis said rather matter-of-factly, tugging the vest over his head.

"And you couldn't just get a snack or something?" The canine replied with a deadpan expression, and Etis turned to grin again.

"I'll explain later." He assured him, wriggling his hips. "Did you find out anything?"

"They wouldn't tell me, probably because I'm a kid..." The canine replied with a sour grumble. "But I figured it out. They're in this town, I think. They have records, anyway...could have moved by now."

"Well...it's a start," Etis sounded thoughtful, wriggling his hips some more. "You wanna get us some snacks, Miha?"

"Fine. How long are you gonna take?" The canine gestured and Etis looked down at himself, attempting to ease his hips up. He hummed when he looked stuck and settled back down.

"10 minutes, I'd say. Relax, it'll be fine." Etis waved a hand and Miha grunted in response, running a hand though his fur and scratching his neck a little. With a simple nod, he turned and headed back to the store front as Etis leant forwards, nestling himself against the canine's chest a little.

Just a little longer, and they'd be back on the road. Etis had a feeling they were on the right track now.