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This one is based on a rumor that circulated back in highschool although herein the characters are well past that age. It happened to a acquaintance/friend of mine supposedly. On several occasions he would hint at things and some people here and there would talk about it. I'm not sure I believe any of these rumors nor can I say how much really happened. I just decided to base a fictional story on pieces I remember and then fill in the gaps were I could. That being said this was totally unexpected, I didn't plan on writing this, nor did I think I'd end up putting so much into it. A happy surprise in the end. Anyways I hope you as the reader can enjoy -wags- thanks for taking a peek ;)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I have taken liberties with some aspects of this story however I've keep as close to it as possible. This one is based on a rumor that circulated back in highschool although herein the characters are well past that age. It happened to a acquaintance/friend of mine supposedly. On several occasions he would hint at things and some people here and there would talk about it. I'm not sure I believe any of these rumors nor can I say how much really happened. I just decided to base a fictional story on pieces I remember and then fill in the gaps were I could. That being said this was totally unexpected, I didn't plan on writing this, nor did I think I'd end up putting so much into it. A happy surprise in the end. Anyways I hope you as the reader can enjoy -wags- thanks for taking a peek ;)", "writing": "Turning over and leaving behind whatever grip the wonderful fleeting dream had held me in I pushed up on my elbows, not quite able to open my eyes yet. First my mouth opened in a yawn, my considerable tongue curling as it ended with a shake as if I’d been out in the rain and the animalistic urge to dry myself had come to the surface. Damn! Why did the alarm have to go off now? Why did it have to be 4 pm? And most importantly of all why wasn’t it deigned possible for lowly mortals like me to freeze time and stay within the few moments of bliss that we managed to stumble upon (mostly in our dreams), instead of being carried along towards distasted bland things that needed to be done? \n\tOh well. It wasn't so bad after all. A seven…eight hour shift wasn’t bad. Just something that I could mindlessly do and get paid for.\n\tWhen the annoying, shrill resounding beep started to pound into my fogged conscious thoughts, I growled and rolled over, a slight strand of drool hanging from my muzzle. Pushing myself up I yawned before opening my eyes to be greeted with the green neon lights of that fucking alarm clock, as well as the rest of my room.\n\tI was casual in my day to day life, especially when it came to keeping up with chores.\n\tLiving on my own for the first time ever really was a big undertaking that was much more difficult then it seemed.\n\tI didn’t mind working and going to school, paying my bills, stuff like that. Where taking care of business like that was concerned I was confident. Fulfilling the necessaries was to me, what water is to a duck. He swims expertly, no problem. \n\tAsk a duck to walk on land however and there are few things that look as silly, few things that are more difficult for him.\n\tPerhaps I’m hard on myself, I wasn’t messy, just not the guy with a spotless apartment. My pad was how most male canine dogs abodes are without the feminine touch to smooth the hard edges. My bedside table was cluttered with stacks of school volumes; Physics, some math here and there, history documentations and journals of various famous people that made very little impression on me. English essay papers, folders crammed with assignments (some graded and some due soon), spiral notebooks with my scratchy writing scrawled in an interwoven jumble of modgepodge between the thin blue border lines. \n\tFor the most part the floor was mostly clear, a basketball or two making it no real secret that I adored the sport. \n\tSunlight spilled through the blinds creating the illusion of bars along my bed.\n\tNot too put out but still chagrined I relinquished those oh so soft covers to sit up and wipe the drool from my mouth.\n\tI blinked and threw my arms up over my head in a long languid stretch, my feet flexing as my limbs were pulled and I let a pleasured sigh escape my lips. Running a paw along one of my pecks I slowly stood, feeling bleary but fully awake. Parting from dreamland is always such sweet sorrow!\n\tStumbling towards the bathroom I keep a paw against the doorframe to steady myself a bit, a snippet of my reflection in my peripheral vision as I stood and relieved myself, the clinking against porcelain causing me to grit my teeth. Relief far outweighed any discomfort the sound brought however and soon I had flushed it down and reached in to start the water for my shower. Stepping in and drawing the curtain around to capture the water with me I tested my limbs, going up on the balls of my pads as droplets of liquid trickled through my fur. My tail fanned out, looking much like drowned road kill. My ears flattened against my head in enjoyment as I began meticulously washing myself, soap suds covering me in a foam of white that probably looked silly.\n\tWhistling as I often do for no particular reason I rinsed and then used some of the Old Spice body wash from the half empty bottle along one of the available shelves built into the wall. After Hours seemed fitting considering the time.\n\tGotta smell descent for the customers at least for the first while!\n\tChuckling at my dry humor I rinsed again, this time truly savoring the cascading feeling rushing over me. I loved how it felt to have it crashing down on my back and my scruff while I held a paw against the wall, the cold surface cool and somehow soothing against my palms and fingers in stark contrast to the warmth at my back.\n\tShaking first before removing the curtain (not so much because I needed to as much as it was ingrained deeply in my genetic makeup), my feet touched the rug and I started toweling myself off, my fur poofing out at odd angles that stuck out. Next came the comb, I’m about as into extras as the next guy but having a more fluffy pelt dictated it one of the necessaries that I endured gladly.\n\tA full size mirror rested on the back of my closet door in my room, the perfect place to find any matted patches and try to get them under control although no matter how hard I tried, the small cowlick between my pointed ears. It refused to yield itself and stay flat no matter how long or how many times I passed the fingers of the comb over it. So I gave up instead staring at myself.\n\tBeing a huntaway and with working dog ancestry in my background, I was naturally lean and fit although I did once in a while make a point to exercise. My fur was course and short, compressed smoothly to my form all except for ridge where my ears connected with my skull, my collar bone just under my neck and above my chest and lastly my tail which trailed out behind me like a saber. Most of me was tawny, hints of gray along the tips of each hair while deeper in I was more red when I stood in direct light. A majority of the time however it seemed a deep blonde in color with flecks of brown-for the most part I had given up guessing the true color of my main coat. I was however certain of my inner pelt which was a creamy gray white that covered my muzzle, around the lower portion of my neck, my chest, my belly and my inner thighs, under my tail and down to my feet.\n\tMy sheath was plump though at the moment I wasn’t aroused and a fine pair of dangles hung cradled between my legs. Unfortunately I didn’t have time for a quick jerk. Pent up as I was t’would truly have been wonderful if possible to relieve some stress before punching in but that’d have to wait.\n\tLeaning forward I studied my image, two mournful green eyes stared back at me with all of the joy exhibited from a caged beast in a zoo, the pointed ears coming forward as I grinned.\n\tI’d never have a hope of winning any popularity contests but I had bits of rugged roguish charm to my looks that helped. I wasn’t a virgin at 19 but my experience had been limited. Sure I’d cruised the dating scene, picked up the random chick, made out…once or twice I’d even managed to get past third base and go all the way to score though soon afterward those relationships ended. \n\tStill wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about those experiences.\n\tA dog is allowed to make some mistakes right?\n\tSoon it was on with my denim jeans and a comfortable old polo shirt that lay easy and light on my torso. Next the hat displaying Pizza Pie Café just above the brim which I tipped sideways in a nonchalant manner, my ears sticking out and upward as I messed with it until I finally managed an angle that was comfortable while enabling my ears space to move them as I wanted without interference. \n\tA quick brush, a gathering of my effects (wallet, keys, phone) and a drink of water later I was out the door and headed for my Honda down in the parking lot.\n\tBy now it had darkened and become cold out, a red light permeating the evening, snow piled up in thick drifts that hid the ice that no doubt lay beneath. Driving in this would be absolute hell.\n\tIt was coming down again too…fun!\n\tOpening the door I slid into the drivers seat shivering and watching my breath mist the dash before belting up and turning the key. Engine raring, my music came on blaring as usual. Muses’ Uprising.\n\t“Paranoia is in bloom, via transmissions will resume …\n\t“They will not force us, they will stop degrading us. They will not control us…We will be victooooooooriouss!”\n\tCouldn’t help bobbing my head and tapping my fingers on the wheel as singing along I pulled out and headed to work. Soon however I had to focus more, the roads hazardous and slippery.\n\tI passed two accidents on the way to the café and nearly collided with a bus before pulling into the safety of a vacant parking space. Most every space was occupied so it was to be a busy night. \n\tNearly hit my head on the way out, clumsily forgetting momentarily how small the space was between my head and the door frame. Locking the door I dawned my apron, the orange glow of the lamps and the street lights illuminating my way. \n\tAn old couple, arm in arm entered the restaurant before me, horses, gray but happy in a way I never had been about someone else. I smiled finding it cute the way she leaned her head on his shoulder, the glow that they emanated probably even more in love now then the first time they had dated. Mushy me!\n\tAutomobiles roared and threw up sleet and water on main street, wheels protesting the elements in the distance. \n\tDeep breath, clasping the door handle, adorning a smile as well as a friendly mood that embodied the golden rule (the customer is always right bs) and entered.\n\tI always managed to start shifts on rush hour I swear!\n\tWith barely enough time to head back, log in on the computer and clock in, I was soon making pasta, delving into the huge back freezer for milk and butter, soon gathering the basil and the other ingredients I would need.\n\t“Hiya H-Bomb!”\n\tWithout turning I knew it was Rick. He was a calico cat that acted more gangster then he really was. But he was a cool guy and we both loved working together.\n\t“Hiya Rick! What’s going on” I growled, stirring in all I would need to make the sauces. “Did ya have a good trip?”\n\t“You bet your ass I did!” he chortled merrily, adding the toppings to some of the pizzas. “Hunt you totally should’ve been there! Lots of wildlife, the scenery up at Quake Falls was breathtaking, not even gonna lie! And that chick…er…whats’ er name? Oh Lilly! She was there!”\n\tThe twinkle in his eyes told me all I needed to know but I asked anyway for his benefit.\n\t“So what happened? You tell her how you feel?”\n\tTaking a moment he leaned casually against the table, squaring up and raising an eyebrow at me.\n\t“Oh it went farther then that my man! Much further.”\n\tEach syllable dripped triumph and I smirked.\n\t“Wait…you managed to get in Lilly Thompson’s’ pants?”\n\t“Yeah!”\n\tFist pumping he high pawed me.\n\t“That’s great” I said returning to the marinara. “How was she?”\n\tHe scoffed.\n\t“Like I’d tell you pup!”\n\tHe became more serious then.\n\t“I really do have feelings for her Hunt. It’s not just one of those flings that I feel sated with after. I really think that she’s the one for me.”\n\t“Congrads Rick, I could see you two really hitting it off the last time she came in here.”\n\t“Yeah…”\n\tPouring the sauce into containers I hauled them back into the reserves we kept and then went out to the noodle bar where I served customer after customer, taking their orders; penny, alfrado, bow tie with whichever sauce floated their boat. Easy mindless work with ‘Just Give Me a Reason’ by Pink blaring over the overhead com system. As fast as the rush had been, surprisingly after about an hour in house became scarce with only a few clustered groups, families and the like occupying tables.\n\tOnce or twice the lull made it safe to head back and refill sauces when I needed to, other times when I felt like a change of pace I’d roll dough with Janice, flipping it into the air while whisking my tail to some Metalica that she had booming on her walkman. \n\tJanice couldn’t stand the popular redundant play list of songs that the radio graced us with before regurgitating them and repeating them a few moments later.\n\tCouldn’t say I blamed her.\n\tSoon though it was back out to noodles.\n\tA gazelle asked me where she could find the nearest bank in town that was still open to which I replied that there probably wasn’t one open at 8, but she could try Central a few blocks away. She huffed, turned tail and left like I had slapped her.\n\tWild pack of lions were next, each goofing off and ordering while talking about pervy topics, as well as the football season with rapt excitement pulsing through them. I filled their orders with the speed of a cheeta (easy enough because they all ordered the same thing…clicks) and then smiled and wished them a great time at the café.\n\tMost of them hadn’t grown manes yet and none of them could be over 15.\n\tFree for the moment I turned my back on the dining area and leaned my back against the lip of the counter, both of my paws hugging the smooth top while I gazed off into space.\n\tAt this rate we’d be closing earlier then usual. One less hour I could add to my paycheck but what the hell. Couldn’t be helped.\n\t“Hello there” a partially inquisitive voice brought me back to reality, a low smooth rumble that reached my ears and filled them with the thick sound.\n\tI turned to see two men, friends in a brotherly sort of way. One was a stag, a six pointer, slim and agile with the build of a runner. Dressed formally in a suit and tie he stood patiently waiting his turn nodding at me as I gave them both an apologetic smile.\n\tThe other, the one that had spoken was younger then the other, probably around my age and quite the rarity.\n\tRock hard and strong he stood easily a couple of inches taller then I did. He looked mostly Doberman except for his jowls which were definitely Great Dane. His pelt was the real macoy the uncommon silver blue of Danes with a patch of white visible along his neck that wound down to his chest. Confident brown eyes, an air that probably had placed him on the football team when he had been in high school. Simple t-shirt and sweat pants and a sly look on his face that masked his feelings from public observation. Couldn’t tell what the hell the guy was thinking.\n\tThe way those eyes looked me over, the way the irises clenched as if zeroing in on every detail unsettled me. However I wasn’t going to show this guy any weakness. Very tough ordeal to not feel at least a tad intimidated seeing a guy as humongous and imposing as this giant.\n\tGripping my hat between my thumb and forefinger I tilted it in recognition and put on a sly smirk to show that I wasn’t all that impressed with the impressive. \n\t“Ello there” I answered. “What can I get cha?”\n\tWagged my tail, appeared friendly and played it cool wearing a mask as well.\n\tThe buck cleared his throat audibly. I could tell that he was the soft spoken type, shy, twiddling his hoofed fingers together while scanning over the selection.\n\t“I’ll have some bow tie please…”\n\tScooping the chosen noodles and putting them in a container I set them to boil with practiced speed.\n\t“Will that be with sausage, chicken or meatball as the side sir?”\n\t“Chicken” he said tentatively.\n\tHis bow ties boiled fast and I lifted them out, serving them on his plate with chicken, the sauces on his side of the counter for him to select from and apply himself. \n\tTurning to the dane/dobbie with the same gate, completely still in stride I prepared a bowl, setting it aside for his order.\n\t“How may I help you?”\n\t“Mmm I think I’ll have some angel hair, spera, a tad of spinach fedachini…..”\n\tHe paused then looking me square in the eyes.\n\t“Is that possible to have three types of noodles pal?”\n\t“Yeah sure” I answered preparing them all. “It’ll just take a bit longer sir.”\n\t“Good. T’will give us some time to talk” he rumbled glancing at the stag who was already at their table slurping up his noodles in a dainty fashion. The deer was trying way too hard to keep up appearances, eyes darting around to see who was watching him. I chuckled under my breath amused as I could see the dane was. Yet the fact that he wanted the extra time to talk was…strange. Weird. Oh well.\n\tGauging the amounts I put three separate mounds of noodles on the machine and lowered them in to boil-selecting one of the bigger plates and pushing in the one I had previously picked.\n\t“You seem familiar somehow” he started studying me closer leaning his weight against the counter, his eyes boring into me. “I’m thinking high school perhaps or somewhere else….Do I know you?”\n\t“I’m not sure to be honest” I growled my brow furrowing. \n\t“I’m Liam Payton, remind me your name…”\n\tI smacked myself inwardly. Liam Payton, line backer on my high school foot ball team. Oh the Timpview High days. Of course I knew him!\n\t“Hunt Kelevera” I said not really meeting his eyes. “We went to the same school I think. You were a star for the football team.”\n\t“Hunt…hmmm I think I saw you perform in a Christmas concert or something” he swiftly countered as if he were trying to turn the attention away from his accomplishments as fast as he possibly could. “That song you wrote and played was great!”\n\t“Thanks.”\n\tLong time ago. Almost disturbing that anyone would remember that song, especially it being in the middle of so many other performances. It hadn’t been that memorable. I was one of many who played piano. Everyone played the piano here.\n\tPulling his noodles out mindlessly I started to ask him what side order he wanted when he butted in.\n\t“I’ll have meatball” he murmured and then added licking his lips, “two of them.”\n\t“Alrighty” I said giving him two with a raised eyebrow as his hinted innuendo. Guys like him, past jocks always managed to produced crude jokes. It was expected and I thought nothing of it. Oh how blind I was.\n\tGiving me a wink he asked.\n\t“When is your break time dude?”\n\t“Maybe in an hour.”\n\t“Feel free to join me and my friend if you’d like to” he cheerily rumbled in that deep resonating voice of his. Then he shuffled off, leaving me dumbfounded. What the hell had just happened? \n\tI set about wiping up after the miniscule mess I’d made with a rag, closing the covers over the noodles and making sure that the sauces were accessible before taking the opportunity to escape to the kitchens, mind racing.\n\tWhy had that exchange happen at all.\n\tI had probably been one of the most forgettable furs in high school. I’d been in musical programs, wrote things, attended activities and stuff with the best of them but I hadn’t ever held the lime light for long. I hadn’t been popular or cutting edge like any of the sports stars or the cheer leaders or the nerds who could solve math problems or come up A+ grades with no trouble in science and leave the rest of us scratching our heads in bewilderment. Hunt Kelevera for all intents and purpose was a regular, outgoing kid and since then he (I) hadn’t changed much if at all.\n\tSo why this sudden acknowledgement after all of this time? \n\tShaking myself I went to the soda fountain we had in the break room and filled up a drink of Dr Pepper, swallowing down the fizzy substance before sighing and placing it next to me as I took up rolling out dough.\n\tIn the next 45 to 50 minutes I was covered in flour, the white powder covering my fur and my clothing in most places. I was a mess.\n\tHowever it was soothing to allow my paws to roll out and mesh with the soft texture, the squishy sensation allowing me to relax as the others on shift bustled about filling orders for delivery. With business at a lull they didn’t really have much else to do. Neither did I although I hadn’t expected it to die down so much so fast.\n\tBreak time.\n\tMost times I just went with a salad and that was precisely what I did.\n\tBeans, some chicken, cheese, beets carrots and nice amount of ranch and thousand island dressing were my meal. Healthy and at the same time filling without bloating me or making me feel sloth like if things did pick up again.\n\tMy first thought was to sit by myself or with my co workers as per usual but my curiosity was peeked. I didn’t know why nor did I really put much thought into the intent that Liam had in his invitation but you don’t refuse a friendly offer without a damn good reason unless you want to look like a prick. So I removed my apron, washed myself as best I could until there wasn’t any flour or dough visible on the outside, down my arms or on my clothing (still had some that had managed to get in my chest fur) and left the kitchen, spotting Liam and the stag on the lowest pier where the tables were all but invisible to the rest of the restaurant.\n\tOur outfit had three main dining areas, the back space sometimes reserved for parties was the biggest, the main dining area where customers had their preference of booth or table and then there was the far area. It was a little alcove down some stairs for those who preferred a more removed setting to eat. The lights were dimmer there and the tables were small, accommodating four people tops.\n\tThey sat at one of the far tables nestled in a corner, the stags antlers wobbling in the air in retrospect to each movement of his mouth, each chomp which was loud indeed. He’d piled up one plate with pizza ranging from Oreo, pepperoni and meat lovers to just plain cheese, tomato sauce staining the smooth down along his mouth. The order he’d places with me was long gone, empty with not a speck or a noodle left and two salads still piled up and waiting to be eaten.\n\tThe stag was a messy eater but he sure as hell could put food away.\n\tLiam was in the middle of a conversation with his friend but he stopped the moment his eyes locked on me.\n\t“There ya are Hunt” he said in smooth baritone one of his paws gesturing towards an chair across from him next to the stag. “Join us.”\n\t“Thanks” I growled pulling out the seat and lowering myself into it. “Nice to be able to take a load off for a bit.”\n\t“I bet” the stag mumbled past a mouthful of pizza. “By the way I’m Airal. You’re Hunt I take it. Liam has told me about you.”\n\t“I hope it’s been good things that he’s shared” said stabbing my fork through a crunchy head of lettituce and bringing it up to devour.\n\t“Sure he has! It’s great to bump into old acquaintances and strike up old friendships” he chuckled nervously trying to save face. It was as if I’d asked something that hit too close to home.\n\t“You never can make any sense when your mind’s on the food Airal” Liam said in mock despair. “What you up to these days Hunt? Going to school? How’s family? How’s work here?”\n\t“That’s a lot of questions” I smirked. “Not sure if I can remember all of them off the top of my head. These days I don’t really see much of our crowd, once in a while I’ll stumble into someone but for the most part it doesn’t happen. Still play music, still am trying to go to school except now I have to pay for it. Working here is convient and I enjoy it. Family I’ve never been close with…..I dunno…”\n\t“Yeah paying for something that’s as tough as school is seems like it’d be a bitch” Liam whispered downing a glass of water. “Everyone has to make money somehow but getting slammed in the bread winner should be illegal.”\n\t“Trust me I know” I grumbled putting my feet up on the opposite empty chair. “Downright depressing.”\n\tOur conversation went on and on with Airal adding snide comments where he could between his sloppy gorging. Me and Liam hit it off quite well like the last time we had seen each other we’d been buds which was quite the contrary. I played along though even if I doubted the sincerity in any of it.\n\t“Hunt.”\n\tIt was DJ, the head cook who baked in the kitchens. Kinda a goofball but very dedicated to his job. \n\tHe’d come out to find me which caused me to half rise out of my chair in assumption that I was needed.\n\t“No worries mate” he roared trying to blare out the intercoms annoying music. “Jake says we’ve got enough people in house as it is. No need to worry. Take the night off and enjoy. We’ll close.”\n\t“I’ve still gotta clock out D” I growled tilting my head sideways.\n\t“Already taken care of” he assured. “Really we’ve got it covered. Besides it’s dead anyway.”\n\t“Fine” I sighed reluctantly. “Tell Jake though to give me more warning before he logs me out.” I sat back down.\n\t“Will do H-Bomb.”\n\tHe stumbled back behind the counters, disappearing into the work space and out of sight.\n\t“Can’t trust anyone these days with your income can ya” Liam emitted grinning.\n\t“What do you mean by that.”\n\tSilence.\n\t“Well guys it’s been fun but I must skedaddle” Airal confirmed standing and placing a tip on the table. “I bid ya both adieu and happy trails.”\n\tTurning tail he strode out up the stairs and to the exit not even glancing once over his shoulder.\n\t“Well that was abrupt…what’s wrong with him?” I was taken aback at how fast he’d walked out on us. It was stunning, as if something was bothering him about being there.\n\t“Don’t mind him” Liam stated flatly. “Most times he’s distant and different but he’s got it where it counts.”\n\t“I didn’t mean anything by it..it’s just I wasn’t expecting him to leave so fast is all.”\n\t“Agreed.”\n\tBoth of us talked a little more aimlessly sailing through topics, the overhead TV’s blaring sports and news.\n\tExcusing myself I headed for the restroom for this section, opening the door and finding that it was clean. That was a surprise.\n\tThen again with the lull tonight it was understandable.\n\tThe music was louder and lower in here, reverberating off of the acoustic walls and the smooth tiled floor, my footpaws meeting it with soft clicks where my claws came in contact.\n\tI chose the last urinal next to the first of the stalls zipping down my fly and relieving myself, the scent of chemicals and pristine cleaning supplies very much apparent in my nostrils. Doubt that anyone had used this restroom filled my mind. They probably hadn’t and that was fine with me. Actually it allowed me to feel less guilty about being off for the night and not helping with closing.\n\tBurned me though that Jake had touched my time….I made a mental note to have a long talk with him when next we both were scheduled at the same time.\n\tThe door opened and I thought nothing of it, swinging shut lightly and letting me know that the newcomer was trying not to startle or disturb me.\n\tPawsteps approaching, I had almost finished, my eyes closed and not really paying attention to my surroundings. I could care less what the guy was doing. Instead of going to one of the open urinals or past me and into one of the stalls however the sound of steps stopped directly behind me.\n\tOdd.\n\tPlease don’t be a dushe who wants to be a moron.\n\tI’d been stopped in here before and asked about directions or what food I was going to try next at the bar. I’d been asked what I’d personally recommend. All regular questions, all normal occurrences. Not in this case.\n\tI half turned my head and then without thinking I whipped around or at least tried.\n\tIt was Liam and faster then my body had time to register his paws were snaking around my waist. The bastard was feeling me up!!!\n\tAll of a sudden it all made sense! He was looking for a gay lay! I’d been his target!\n\t“What the….”\n\t“Before you freak out Hunt” he whispered his breath warm on the fur of my neck, “just know that I wanted to express my friendship in other ways then just the usual workup.”\n\t“I can see in your eyes that while you’ve excepted my invitation that you’re still unsure as to why I’m doing this….”\n\t“I don’t know what to think Liam but I’m not interested in something like this!” I growled but didn’t look at him.\n\t“What do you think THIS is” he mused one of his fingers tracing the fur around my belly. “If you want to think of this as another offer and one were you benefit greatly.”\n\t“What the hell do you mean?!”\n\tFinally I pulled away and whipped around to face him, that sly smile of his plastered on his firm smug face.\n\t“How the fuck does this benefit me at all? We’re not even friends.”\n\tI was incredulous, more then that I was shocked and unbalanced as to why this was happening at all. Tempted as I was to just leave I stayed there facing him crossing my arms.\n\t“Explain that to me!”\n\tOnce again he didn’t answer me straightforward but instead said something that threw me again.\n\t“Would you like a blow job?”\n\tI sputtered.\n\tHe grinned coming towards me and blocking my exit. I backed away letting his form shepherd me into one of the stalls until I sat down on the toilet, the lid down, my breathing coming hard in excitement or disbelief I knew not which.\n\tThe jock wagged his tail, snapping the lock on the door, locking me in with him.\n\tAfter awhile he sauntered towards me again, this time taking his time, savoring my uncertainty as if he got high kicks off of it. \n\t“How do I answer that? I don’t know why you’d offer me that? We barely know each other…on the one hand this could all be a ruse, a joke. You could have some hidden motive behind this…I don’t know shit about you Liam. We haven’t seen each other in 2 years! Your not gay…or at least I don’t think that you are or ever were and I know that I’m not!”\n\t“How do you know that when you haven’t tried it?” he rumbled standing over me like an empire surveying his kingdom or something that belonged to him. “I’m not gay persay but what could it hurt me or you in me indulging you, relieving some stress from your shoulders Hunt?”\n\t“Call if my friendship gift to you. I’ve been curious as to what another guy is like and I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to find out.”\n\t“You requisition all of your friends with ‘gifts’ like this?” I asked my back against the seat.\n\t“No” he affirmed kneeling down so that he was near level with my chest. Even kneeling down he was big. “Do you want this or not Hunt?”\n\tI was mushy, my brain was too stunned to think clearly. On the one hand this was so….wrong. The kind of thing that you might hear in a rumor or as an amusing thing from a friend who just wanted to boast about explorations they’d supposedly had. Most couldn’t be believed or proven. Yet here I was.\n\tThe star of Timpviews’ football team 2 years later was kneeling before me with the intention of sucking my most private and intimate bit of anatomy! It was so unexpected and left field that I almost felt like laughing. It was incredibly inconceivable!\n\tHis eyes betrayed little, serious and determined. He seemed to want to go through with this!\n\tClearing my throat after some time I whispered; “Why me?”\n\t“Because” he faltered, “because I owe you this. As a welcoming gift, as a sealing pact of friendship.”\n\tLiam was giving me what I think were puppy dog eyes by now his face contorted in a hopeful expression that pleaded and tugged at me.\n\t“I don’t understand why….but okay” I growled, my voice cracking in fear. “O…okay.”\n\tEver so slowly his paws eased to my jeans, sliding them off of my legs and past my feet. In my surpirse I’d forgotten to rebutton and zip up. Great!\n\tNext he leaned forward and kissed one of my thighs tenderly and I flinched. \n\tThis definitely seemed like more then just an exchange between friends.\n\tI was too worked up however to say anything, afraid that my voice would fail me.\n\tHe lifted my polo shirt over my head and that was that. I was bare and exposed before him, his claws pulling my boxers off, my last shield from him, the last barrier I had until I was at his mercy.\n\tHe chuckled low in his throat placing one of my calves to rest on his right shoulder while he gingerly explored my fur, running a claw first along my belly, my abs, my chest and then back down until it brushed along the rim of my sheath. \n\tI shuddered at his touch.\n\t“Liam…I’m not sure about this. Maybe….\n\tHis actions didn’t let me finish. Attention turned in and directed to the bit of pink peeking out in my arousal he leaned down further, his nose twitching as he inhale my scent, just intake rustling the sensitive fur along my opening. Then reflectively he flicked out his tongue and graced me with a lick that sent a powerful jolt through my spine. More of me slipped free and his left paw clasped around the circumference, squeezing lightly and drawing a moan from me. \n\t“Oh…..”\n\tI sounded stupid! Who doesn’t though in times such as that? I mean honestly it was unbearable the way his tongue caressed my cock, the veined skin pulsing as a squirt of precum shot out and I grunted. Then heaven, I was hypnotized and charmed, helpless as a newborn puppy as his mouth closed over my tip and his tongue lapped up my first salty emission.\n\t“Damn!” voice shaky I grit my teeth and shook my legs parting further as his other hand came forward to cup my scrotum, his soft, strong pads fondling and rolling my two orbs with all the skill of a pro.\n\tHad he done this before?\n\tAdding pressure he kissed the head of my weeping shaft allowing me a view as he pulled away, a thick strand of his saliva mixed with my juices stretching out in a lewd glimmering string that reflected the light.\n\t“You have a beautiful cock Hunt” he admitted admiringly closing his right paw over my pulsing flesh. The pink skin flexed hard at the stimulation and I let out a moan as he used his other paw to give my balls a light pull. “I’m impressed.”\n\tI didn’t know whether or not he was quoting some porn flick that he’d seen or if he was being genuine. What do you say to that?\n\t“Thanks. I’m happy that you….aaaahhhh! That you think so!”\n\tI was soaking his paw with cream as he squeezed and lovingly rubbing me, my puppy hood reacting against my will a true prisoner to his paws and his tongue. It was then that he did something else. Something that nearly drove me over the edge right then and there.\n\tWith a wink he pushed my legs further apart and pulled me forward so that I was hinged over the side of the seat (larger then normal so as to accommodate our larger clients such as elephants and the like) which forced me to brace myself with both of my hands behind my back. One of his fingers slipped lower then the rest, trickling down to brush against my ass. I started to try to protest when it breach me, delving in past my ring and into my tunnel causing me to whimper loudly.\n\tI hoped that no one chanced to come in here!\n\tThat finger roamed around as he kept at my dick with his other paw, audible squelching sounds announcing each spurt of fluid as it left me. Finding his bearings his questing digit angling up and further in until lightening struck me and I howled.\n\tThe pad had brushed up against my prostate, somehow he’d found it when I never had been able to…not that I’d done much in that area of pawing. It was still new territory for me and yet for him, he seemed to know which buttons to push. A smile that covered every last inch of his muzzle met me as I chanced a look at him. There was no mercy there only a devious light as he repeated his action, this time ramming that glorious finger into my core and eliciting a groan from me that nearly turned into a howl. \n\tMy cock spasmed uncontrollably and a pool of drool now covered my chest where it had fallen from my slack mouth. I was panting hard, no rest or break between each moment.\n\tHe rolled another finger in beside the other, adding another intruder to the mix, circling and spearing over that nub of pleasure without relief, his paw by now was working me over and I nearly cried at the rising feelings in my body. It was unbearable, up at a pinnicle of feeling that I couldn’t have imagined possible in all of my wildest fantasies!\n\t“Liam! Ohhhhhh yeah!”\n\tI whined shamelessly, a slave to his menstruations as his paw pounded me without reserve and his other running up and down, hugging my cock in a sheath with one intention.\n\t“Gotta say Hunt” he shivered turned on by the whole thing, “you are cute like this. Absolutely adorable as a newborn puppy. I love having control over you like this” he admitted training his eyes on my package and my member which was by now flooding and pulsing in thrashing motions. It must’ve been evident that I was on the very edge. My toes curled as another lick from him teetered, rolling me along the edge without letting me over. My penis was crying for release, my knot the size of a baseball.\n\t“From one friend to another it’s your turn now to give me something” his voice filled the small enclosed space adding to my haze of euphoria with lusty grunts. “It’s high time you share with me some of your puppy batter. Sound like a plan pal? You ready to erupt for Liam?”\n\tI only whimpered and gave the briefest of nods.\n\tHe attacked me then, holding absolutely nothing back.\n\tDiving onto my shaft he took me down to the bottom of my cock, hilting me in his mouth, his paw clasping hard behind my beating knot while those two fingers hammered again and again into my prostate gland. \n\t“Ahhhhh Li…Liam!!! Ahhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”\n\tLiam pulled off momentarily watching as a huge glob of cum rocket up between us and into the air before landing to splatter on the wall behind me and drip down in a stream. After that my sword was sheathed once again by the mutt and I closed my eyes grimacing and bucking. \n\tThe bastard was excellent at this! That paw behind my knot held me in just the right place to prolong the orgasmic waves rolling through my body while there was a moment where I could’ve sworn that those two fingers hugged my prostate, nearly making me blackout from the pleasure.\n\tAside from the glob of my jizz on the wall Liam didn’t allow a single drop to escape his muzzle, gulping all of it down greedily. Finally I slumped and panting moaning as he dragged his tongue along my cock, my balls and then started rimming me, his tongue rhythmically massaging my virgin passage.\n\t“Definitely tasty” he grumbled standing up then and licking his lips, his eyes predatory.\n\t“You’re so gross” I teased between breaths. “But thank you, that was…incredible” I admitted.\n\t“What can I say, I’m always incredible” he growled heading for the door. “Me and my buds are going out tomorrow on the town, might pick up a drink or two and then go bowling” he said casting a hopeful glance at me. “Was wondering if you’d trouble yourself to be able to join us?”\n\t“Sure, why not.”\n\tI was a mess and I blushed when he smiled again.\n\t“You really are adorable like that.”\n\tA moment later…he was gone and I was left still shivering, my body shaking in afterglow in consequence of the bliss I’d experienced.\n\tDamn! What had just happened!\n\tUsing some toilet paper I wiped up, making sure that the splotch of cum was removed on the wall and that I took care of any stray bits that might’ve escaped notice. I was dazed and as good as drunk as I staggered out of the restroom, past the tables and out to the parking lot. It was cold but I didn’t feel it, couldn’t feel it even if I had wanted to.\n\tI was headed home and I had a lot of thinking to do to try to sort out my feelings.\n\n\n\tThat couldn’t have gone better. Everything was working out just as I had hoped. It had been fun to see how helpless I could make Hunt Kelevera in that stall, his mewling music to my ears. A part of him I did find adorable yes but he had hit the nail on the head a couple of times that evening and nearly spoiled my fun. I did have hidden motives that wouldn’t exactly bode well for him.\n\tPulling my Smartphone from my pocket I speed dialed the person at the top of my contacts, my ears flicking as they always did upon hearing the high pitched beeping as it connected us. After a moment I was answered, a hesitant female voice clear on the other end.\n\t“Hello…Liam?”\n\t“Hello sis, how ya doing?\n\t“I’m alright, just at home relaxing after a long day. What’s happening on your end?”\n\tI couldn’t keep my sizzling triumph hidden any longer.\n\t“You wouldn’t believe who I found today…working, oblivious as can be.”\n\t“Who?”\n\t“I found Hunt Kelevera sis.”\n\tThere was silence then and I could tell that I had surprised her.\n\t“Him?”\n\t“Yes…him” I confirmed. “And I’ve got some plans for the mutt.”\n\t“I already told you that it doesn’t matter. It happened….it’s in the past. We were both young and I was stupid.”\n\t“It doesn’t matter, he needs to be held accountable for what he did….”\n\tBefore she could continue with her objects, before another word left her I hung up, my thoughts reveling at how easy fate had landed me with this opportunity. Hunt had a submissive side that I had all too easily been able to exploit and now revenge was mine for the taking…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Turning over and leaving behind whatever grip the wonderful fleeting dream had held me in I pushed up on my elbows, not quite able to open my eyes yet. First my mouth opened in a yawn, my considerable tongue curling as it ended with a shake as if I’d been out in the rain and the animalistic urge to dry myself had come to the surface. Damn! Why did the alarm have to go off now? Why did it have to be 4 pm? And most importantly of all why wasn’t it deigned possible for lowly mortals like me to freeze time and stay within the few moments of bliss that we managed to stumble upon (mostly in our dreams), instead of being carried along towards distasted bland things that needed to be done?
\tOh well. It wasn't so bad after all. A seven…eight hour shift wasn’t bad. Just something that I could mindlessly do and get paid for.
\tWhen the annoying, shrill resounding beep started to pound into my fogged conscious thoughts, I growled and rolled over, a slight strand of drool hanging from my muzzle. Pushing myself up I yawned before opening my eyes to be greeted with the green neon lights of that fucking alarm clock, as well as the rest of my room.
\tI was casual in my day to day life, especially when it came to keeping up with chores.
\tLiving on my own for the first time ever really was a big undertaking that was much more difficult then it seemed.
\tI didn’t mind working and going to school, paying my bills, stuff like that. Where taking care of business like that was concerned I was confident. Fulfilling the necessaries was to me, what water is to a duck. He swims expertly, no problem.
\tAsk a duck to walk on land however and there are few things that look as silly, few things that are more difficult for him.
\tPerhaps I’m hard on myself, I wasn’t messy, just not the guy with a spotless apartment. My pad was how most male canine dogs abodes are without the feminine touch to smooth the hard edges. My bedside table was cluttered with stacks of school volumes; Physics, some math here and there, history documentations and journals of various famous people that made very little impression on me. English essay papers, folders crammed with assignments (some graded and some due soon), spiral notebooks with my scratchy writing scrawled in an interwoven jumble of modgepodge between the thin blue border lines.
\tFor the most part the floor was mostly clear, a basketball or two making it no real secret that I adored the sport.
\tSunlight spilled through the blinds creating the illusion of bars along my bed.
\tNot too put out but still chagrined I relinquished those oh so soft covers to sit up and wipe the drool from my mouth.
\tI blinked and threw my arms up over my head in a long languid stretch, my feet flexing as my limbs were pulled and I let a pleasured sigh escape my lips. Running a paw along one of my pecks I slowly stood, feeling bleary but fully awake. Parting from dreamland is always such sweet sorrow!
\tStumbling towards the bathroom I keep a paw against the doorframe to steady myself a bit, a snippet of my reflection in my peripheral vision as I stood and relieved myself, the clinking against porcelain causing me to grit my teeth. Relief far outweighed any discomfort the sound brought however and soon I had flushed it down and reached in to start the water for my shower. Stepping in and drawing the curtain around to capture the water with me I tested my limbs, going up on the balls of my pads as droplets of liquid trickled through my fur. My tail fanned out, looking much like drowned road kill. My ears flattened against my head in enjoyment as I began meticulously washing myself, soap suds covering me in a foam of white that probably looked silly.
\tWhistling as I often do for no particular reason I rinsed and then used some of the Old Spice body wash from the half empty bottle along one of the available shelves built into the wall. After Hours seemed fitting considering the time.
\tGotta smell descent for the customers at least for the first while!
\tChuckling at my dry humor I rinsed again, this time truly savoring the cascading feeling rushing over me. I loved how it felt to have it crashing down on my back and my scruff while I held a paw against the wall, the cold surface cool and somehow soothing against my palms and fingers in stark contrast to the warmth at my back.
\tShaking first before removing the curtain (not so much because I needed to as much as it was ingrained deeply in my genetic makeup), my feet touched the rug and I started toweling myself off, my fur poofing out at odd angles that stuck out. Next came the comb, I’m about as into extras as the next guy but having a more fluffy pelt dictated it one of the necessaries that I endured gladly.
\tA full size mirror rested on the back of my closet door in my room, the perfect place to find any matted patches and try to get them under control although no matter how hard I tried, the small cowlick between my pointed ears. It refused to yield itself and stay flat no matter how long or how many times I passed the fingers of the comb over it. So I gave up instead staring at myself.
\tBeing a huntaway and with working dog ancestry in my background, I was naturally lean and fit although I did once in a while make a point to exercise. My fur was course and short, compressed smoothly to my form all except for ridge where my ears connected with my skull, my collar bone just under my neck and above my chest and lastly my tail which trailed out behind me like a saber. Most of me was tawny, hints of gray along the tips of each hair while deeper in I was more red when I stood in direct light. A majority of the time however it seemed a deep blonde in color with flecks of brown-for the most part I had given up guessing the true color of my main coat. I was however certain of my inner pelt which was a creamy gray white that covered my muzzle, around the lower portion of my neck, my chest, my belly and my inner thighs, under my tail and down to my feet.
\tMy sheath was plump though at the moment I wasn’t aroused and a fine pair of dangles hung cradled between my legs. Unfortunately I didn’t have time for a quick jerk. Pent up as I was t’would truly have been wonderful if possible to relieve some stress before punching in but that’d have to wait.
\tLeaning forward I studied my image, two mournful green eyes stared back at me with all of the joy exhibited from a caged beast in a zoo, the pointed ears coming forward as I grinned.
\tI’d never have a hope of winning any popularity contests  but I had bits of rugged roguish charm to my looks that helped. I wasn’t a virgin at 19 but my experience had been limited. Sure I’d cruised the dating scene, picked up the random chick, made out…once or twice I’d even managed to get past third base and go all the way to score though soon afterward those relationships ended.
\tStill wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about those experiences.
\tA dog is allowed to make some mistakes right?
\tSoon it was on with my denim jeans and a comfortable old polo shirt that lay easy and light on my torso. Next the hat displaying Pizza Pie Café just above the brim which I tipped sideways in a nonchalant manner, my ears sticking out and upward as I messed with it until I finally managed an angle that was comfortable while enabling my ears space to move them as I wanted without interference.
\tA quick brush, a gathering of my effects (wallet, keys, phone) and a drink of water later I was out the door and headed for my Honda down in the parking lot.
\tBy now it had darkened and become cold out, a red light permeating the evening, snow piled up in thick drifts that hid the ice that no doubt lay beneath. Driving in this would be absolute hell.
\tIt was coming down again too…fun!
\tOpening the door I slid into the drivers seat shivering and watching my breath mist the dash before belting up and turning the key. Engine raring, my music came on blaring as usual. Muses’ Uprising.
\t“Paranoia is in bloom, via transmissions will resume …
\t“They will not force us, they will stop degrading us. They will not control us…We will be victooooooooriouss!”
\tCouldn’t help bobbing my head and tapping my fingers on the wheel as singing along I pulled out and headed to work. Soon however I had to focus more, the roads hazardous and slippery.
\tI passed two accidents on the way to the café and nearly collided with a bus before pulling into the safety of a vacant parking space. Most every space was occupied so it was to be a busy night.
\tNearly hit my head on the way out, clumsily forgetting momentarily how small the space was between my head and the door frame. Locking the door I dawned my apron, the orange glow of the lamps and the street lights illuminating my way.
\tAn old couple, arm in arm entered the restaurant before me, horses, gray but happy in a way I never had been about someone else. I smiled finding it cute the way she leaned her head on his shoulder, the glow that they emanated probably even more in love now then the first time they had dated. Mushy me!
\tAutomobiles roared and threw up sleet and water on main street, wheels protesting the elements in the distance.
\tDeep breath, clasping the door handle, adorning a smile as well as a friendly mood that embodied the golden rule (the customer is always right bs) and entered.
\tI always managed to start shifts on rush hour I swear!
\tWith barely enough time to head back, log in on the computer and clock in, I was soon making pasta, delving into the huge back freezer for milk and butter, soon gathering the basil and the other ingredients I would need.
\t“Hiya H-Bomb!”
\tWithout turning I knew it was Rick. He was a calico cat that acted more gangster then he really was. But he was a cool guy and we both loved working together.
\t“Hiya Rick! What’s going on” I growled, stirring in all I would need to make the sauces. “Did ya have a good trip?”
\t“You bet your ass I did!” he chortled merrily, adding the toppings to some of the pizzas. “Hunt you totally should’ve been there! Lots of wildlife, the scenery up at Quake Falls was breathtaking, not even gonna lie! And that chick…er…whats’ er name? Oh Lilly! She was there!”
\tThe twinkle in his eyes told me all I needed to know but I asked anyway for his benefit.
\t“So what happened? You tell her how you feel?”
\tTaking a moment he leaned casually against the table, squaring up and raising an eyebrow at me.
\t“Oh it went farther then that my man! Much further.”
\tEach syllable dripped triumph and I smirked.
\t“Wait…you managed to get in Lilly Thompson’s’ pants?”
\t“Yeah!”
\tFist pumping he high pawed me.
\t“That’s great” I said returning to the marinara. “How was she?”
\tHe scoffed.
\t“Like I’d tell you pup!”
\tHe became more serious then.
\t“I really do have feelings for her Hunt. It’s not just one of those flings that I feel sated with after. I really think that she’s the one for me.”
\t“Congrads Rick, I could see you two really hitting it off the last time she came in here.”
\t“Yeah…”
\tPouring the sauce into containers I hauled them back into the reserves we kept and then went out to the noodle bar where I served customer after customer, taking their orders; penny, alfrado, bow tie with whichever sauce floated their boat. Easy mindless work with ‘Just Give Me a Reason’ by Pink blaring over the overhead com system. As fast as the rush had been, surprisingly after about an hour in house became scarce with only a few clustered groups, families and the like occupying tables.
\tOnce or twice the lull made it safe to head back and refill sauces when I needed to, other times when I felt like a change of pace I’d roll dough with Janice, flipping it into the air while whisking my tail to some Metalica that she had booming on her walkman.
\tJanice couldn’t stand the popular redundant play list of songs that the radio graced us with before regurgitating them and repeating them a few moments later.
\tCouldn’t say I blamed her.
\tSoon though it was back out to noodles.
\tA gazelle asked me where she could find the nearest bank in town that was still open to which I replied that there probably wasn’t one open at 8, but she could try Central a few blocks away. She huffed, turned tail and left like I had slapped her.
\tWild pack of lions were next, each goofing off and ordering while talking about pervy topics, as well as the football season with rapt excitement pulsing through them. I filled their orders with the speed of a cheeta (easy enough because they all ordered the same thing…clicks) and then smiled and wished them a great time at the café.
\tMost of them hadn’t grown manes yet and none of them could be over 15.
\tFree for the moment I turned my back on the dining area and leaned my back against the lip of the counter, both of my paws hugging the smooth top while I gazed off into space.
\tAt this rate we’d be closing earlier then usual. One less hour I could add to my paycheck but what the hell. Couldn’t be helped.
\t“Hello there” a partially inquisitive voice brought me back to reality, a low smooth rumble that reached my ears and filled them with the thick sound.
\tI turned to see two men, friends in a brotherly sort of way. One was a stag, a six pointer, slim and agile with the build of a runner. Dressed formally in a suit and tie he stood patiently waiting his turn nodding at me as I gave them both an apologetic smile.
\tThe other, the one that had spoken was younger then the other, probably around my age and quite the rarity.
\tRock hard and strong he stood easily a couple of inches taller then I did. He looked mostly Doberman except for his jowls which were definitely Great Dane. His pelt was the real macoy the uncommon silver blue of Danes with a patch of white visible along his neck that wound down to his chest. Confident brown eyes, an air that probably had placed him on the football team when he had been in high school. Simple t-shirt and sweat pants and a sly look on his face that masked his feelings from public observation. Couldn’t tell what the hell the guy was thinking.
\tThe way those eyes looked me over, the way the irises clenched as if zeroing in on every detail unsettled me. However I wasn’t going to show this guy any weakness. Very tough ordeal to not feel at least a tad intimidated seeing a guy as humongous and imposing as this giant.
\tGripping my hat between my thumb and forefinger I tilted it in recognition and put on a sly smirk to show that I wasn’t all that impressed with the impressive.
\t“Ello there” I answered. “What can I get cha?”
\tWagged my tail, appeared friendly and played it cool wearing a mask as well.
\tThe buck cleared his throat audibly. I could tell that he was the soft spoken type, shy, twiddling his hoofed fingers together while scanning over the selection.
\t“I’ll have some bow tie please…”
\tScooping the chosen noodles and putting them in a container I set them to boil with practiced speed.
\t“Will that be with sausage, chicken or meatball as the side sir?”
\t“Chicken” he said tentatively.
\tHis bow ties boiled fast and I lifted them out, serving them on his plate with chicken, the sauces on his side of the counter for him to select from and apply himself.
\tTurning to the dane/dobbie with the same gate, completely still in stride I prepared a bowl, setting it aside for his order.
\t“How may I help you?”
\t“Mmm I think I’ll have some angel hair, spera, a tad of spinach fedachini…..”
\tHe paused then looking me square in the eyes.
\t“Is that possible to have three types of noodles pal?”
\t“Yeah sure” I answered preparing them all. “It’ll just take a bit longer sir.”
\t“Good. T’will give us some time to talk” he rumbled glancing at the stag who was already at their table slurping up his noodles in a dainty fashion. The deer was trying way too hard to keep up appearances, eyes darting around to see who was watching him. I chuckled under my breath amused as I could see the dane was. Yet the fact that he wanted the extra time to talk was…strange. Weird. Oh well.
\tGauging the amounts I put three separate mounds of noodles on the machine and lowered them in to boil-selecting one of the bigger plates and pushing in the one I had previously picked.
\t“You seem familiar somehow” he started studying me closer leaning his weight against the counter, his eyes boring into me. “I’m thinking high school perhaps or somewhere else….Do I know you?”
\t“I’m not sure to be honest” I growled my brow furrowing.
\t“I’m Liam Payton, remind me your name…”
\tI smacked myself inwardly. Liam Payton, line backer on my high school foot ball team. Oh the Timpview High days. Of course I knew him!
\t“Hunt Kelevera” I said not really meeting his eyes. “We went to the same school I think. You were a star for the football team.”
\t“Hunt…hmmm I think I saw you perform in a Christmas concert or something” he swiftly countered as if he were trying to turn the attention away from his accomplishments as fast as he possibly could. “That song you wrote and played was great!”
\t“Thanks.”
\tLong time ago. Almost disturbing that anyone would remember that song, especially it being in the middle of so many other performances. It hadn’t been that memorable. I was one of many who played piano. Everyone played the piano here.
\tPulling his noodles out mindlessly I started to ask him what side order he wanted when he butted in.
\t“I’ll have meatball” he murmured and then added licking his lips, “two of them.”
\t“Alrighty” I said giving him two with a raised eyebrow as his hinted innuendo. Guys like him, past jocks always managed to produced crude jokes. It was expected and I thought nothing of it. Oh how blind I was.
\tGiving me a wink he asked.
\t“When is your break time dude?”
\t“Maybe in an hour.”
\t“Feel free to join me and my friend if you’d like to” he cheerily rumbled in that deep resonating voice of his. Then he shuffled off, leaving me dumbfounded. What the hell had just happened?
\tI set about wiping up after the miniscule mess I’d made with a rag, closing the covers over the noodles and making sure that the sauces were accessible before taking the opportunity to escape to the kitchens, mind racing.
\tWhy had that exchange happen at all.
\tI had probably been one of the most forgettable furs in high school. I’d been in musical programs, wrote things, attended activities and stuff with the best of them but I hadn’t ever held the lime light for long. I hadn’t been popular or cutting edge like any of the sports stars or the cheer leaders or the nerds who could solve math problems or come up A+ grades with no trouble in science and leave the rest of us scratching our heads in bewilderment. Hunt Kelevera for all intents and purpose was a regular, outgoing kid and since then he (I) hadn’t changed much if at all.
\tSo why this sudden acknowledgement after all of this time?
\tShaking myself I went to the soda fountain we had in the break room and filled up a drink of Dr Pepper, swallowing down the fizzy substance before sighing and placing it next to me as I took up rolling out dough.
\tIn the next 45 to 50 minutes I was covered in flour, the white powder covering my fur and my clothing in most places. I was a mess.
\tHowever it was soothing to allow my paws to roll out and mesh with the soft texture, the squishy sensation allowing me to relax as the others on shift bustled about filling orders for delivery. With business at a lull they didn’t really have much else to do. Neither did I although I hadn’t expected it to die down so much so fast.
\tBreak time.
\tMost times I just went with a salad and that was precisely what I did.
\tBeans, some chicken, cheese, beets carrots and nice amount of ranch and thousand island dressing were my meal. Healthy and at the same time filling without bloating me or making me feel sloth like if things did pick up again.
\tMy first thought was to sit by myself or with my co workers as per usual but my curiosity was peeked. I didn’t know why nor did I really put much thought into the intent that Liam had in his invitation but you don’t refuse a friendly offer without a damn good reason unless you want to look like a prick. So I removed my apron, washed myself as best I could until there wasn’t any flour or dough visible on the outside, down my arms or on my clothing (still had some that had managed to get in my chest fur) and left the kitchen, spotting Liam and the stag on the lowest pier where the tables were all but invisible to the rest of the restaurant.
\tOur outfit had three main dining areas, the back space sometimes reserved for parties was the biggest, the main dining area where customers had their preference of booth or table and then there was the far area. It was a little alcove down some stairs for those who preferred a more removed setting to eat. The lights were dimmer there and the tables were small, accommodating four people tops.
\tThey sat at one of the far tables nestled in a corner, the stags antlers wobbling in the air in retrospect to each movement of his mouth, each chomp which was loud indeed. He’d piled up one plate with pizza ranging from Oreo, pepperoni and meat lovers to just plain cheese, tomato sauce staining the smooth down along his mouth. The order he’d places with me was long gone, empty with not a speck or a noodle left and two salads still piled up and waiting to be eaten.
\tThe stag was a messy eater but he sure as hell could put food away.
\tLiam was in the middle of a conversation with his friend but he stopped the moment his eyes locked on me.
\t“There ya are Hunt” he said in smooth baritone one of his paws gesturing towards an chair across from him next to the stag. “Join us.”
\t“Thanks” I growled pulling out the seat and lowering myself into it. “Nice to be able to take a load off for a bit.”
\t“I bet” the stag mumbled past a mouthful of pizza. “By the way I’m Airal. You’re Hunt I take it. Liam has told me about you.”
\t“I hope it’s been good things that he’s shared” said stabbing my fork through a crunchy head of lettituce and bringing it up to devour.
\t“Sure he has! It’s great to bump into old acquaintances and strike up old friendships” he chuckled nervously trying to save face. It was as if I’d asked something that hit too close to home.
\t“You never can make any sense when your mind’s on the food Airal” Liam said in mock despair. “What you up to these days Hunt? Going to school? How’s family? How’s work here?”
\t“That’s a lot of questions” I smirked. “Not sure if I can remember all of them off the top of my head. These days I don’t really see much of our crowd, once in a while I’ll stumble into someone but for the most part it doesn’t happen. Still play music, still am trying to go to school except now I have to pay for it. Working here is convient and I enjoy it. Family I’ve never been close with…..I dunno…”
\t“Yeah paying for something that’s as tough as school is seems like it’d be a bitch” Liam whispered downing a glass of water. “Everyone has to make money somehow but getting slammed in the bread winner should be illegal.”
\t“Trust me I know” I grumbled putting my feet up on the opposite empty chair. “Downright depressing.”
\tOur conversation went on and on with Airal adding snide comments where he could between his sloppy gorging. Me and Liam hit it off quite well like the last time we had seen each other we’d been buds which was quite the contrary. I played along though even if I doubted the sincerity in any of it.
\t“Hunt.”
\tIt was DJ, the head cook who baked in the kitchens. Kinda a goofball but very dedicated to his job.
\tHe’d come out to find me which caused me to half rise out of my chair in assumption that I was needed.
\t“No worries mate” he roared trying to blare out the intercoms annoying music. “Jake says we’ve got enough people in house as it is. No need to worry. Take the night off and enjoy. We’ll close.”
\t“I’ve still gotta clock out D” I growled tilting my head sideways.
\t“Already taken care of” he assured. “Really we’ve got it covered. Besides it’s dead anyway.”
\t“Fine” I sighed reluctantly. “Tell Jake though to give me more warning before he logs me out.” I sat back down.
\t“Will do H-Bomb.”
\tHe stumbled back behind the counters, disappearing into the work space and out of sight.
\t“Can’t trust anyone these days with your income can ya” Liam emitted grinning.
\t“What do you mean by that.”
\tSilence.
\t“Well guys it’s been fun but I must skedaddle” Airal confirmed standing and placing a tip on the table. “I bid ya both adieu and happy trails.”
\tTurning tail he strode out up the stairs and to the exit not even glancing once over his shoulder.
\t“Well that was abrupt…what’s wrong with him?” I was taken aback at how fast he’d walked out on us. It was stunning, as if something was bothering him about being there.
\t“Don’t mind him” Liam stated flatly. “Most times he’s distant and different but he’s got it where it counts.”
\t“I didn’t mean anything by it..it’s just I wasn’t expecting him to leave so fast is all.”
\t“Agreed.”
\tBoth of us talked a little more aimlessly sailing through topics, the overhead TV’s blaring sports and news.
\tExcusing myself I headed for the restroom for this section, opening the door and finding that it was clean. That was a surprise.
\tThen again with the lull tonight it was understandable.
\tThe music was louder and lower in here, reverberating off of the acoustic walls and the smooth tiled floor, my footpaws meeting it with soft clicks where my claws came in contact.
\tI chose the last urinal next to the first of the stalls zipping down my fly and relieving myself, the scent of chemicals and pristine cleaning supplies very much apparent in my nostrils. Doubt that anyone had used this restroom filled my mind. They probably hadn’t and that was fine with me. Actually it allowed me to feel less guilty about being off for the night and not helping with closing.
\tBurned me though that Jake had touched my time….I made a mental note to have a long talk with him when next we both were scheduled at the same time.
\tThe door opened and I thought nothing of it, swinging shut lightly and letting me know that the newcomer was trying not to startle or disturb me.
\tPawsteps approaching, I had almost finished, my eyes closed and not really paying attention to my surroundings. I could care less what the guy was doing. Instead of going to one of the open urinals or past me and into one of the stalls however the sound of steps stopped directly behind me.
\tOdd.
\tPlease don’t be a dushe who wants to be a moron.
\tI’d been stopped in here before and asked about directions or what food I was going to try next at the bar. I’d been asked what I’d personally recommend. All regular questions, all normal occurrences. Not in this case.
\tI half turned my head and then without thinking I whipped around or at least tried.
\tIt was Liam and faster then my body had time to register his paws were snaking around my waist. The bastard was feeling me up!!!
\tAll of a sudden it all made sense! He was looking for a gay lay! I’d been his target!
\t“What the….”
\t“Before you freak out Hunt” he whispered his breath warm on the fur of my neck, “just know that I wanted to express my friendship in other ways then just the usual workup.”
\t“I can see in your eyes that while you’ve excepted my invitation that you’re still unsure as to why I’m doing this….”
\t“I don’t know what to think Liam but I’m not interested in something like this!” I growled but didn’t look at him.
\t“What do you think THIS is” he mused one of his fingers tracing the fur around my belly. “If you want to think of this as another offer and one were you benefit greatly.”
\t“What the hell do you mean?!”
\tFinally I pulled away and whipped around to face him, that sly smile of his plastered on his firm smug face.
\t“How the fuck does this benefit me at all? We’re not even friends.”
\tI was incredulous, more then that I was shocked and unbalanced as to why this was happening at all. Tempted as I was to just leave I stayed there facing him crossing my arms.
\t“Explain that to me!”
\tOnce again he didn’t answer me straightforward but instead said something that threw me again.
\t“Would you like a blow job?”
\tI sputtered.
\tHe grinned coming towards me and blocking my exit. I backed away letting his form shepherd me into one of the stalls until I sat down on the toilet, the lid down, my breathing coming hard in excitement or disbelief I knew not which.
\tThe jock wagged his tail, snapping the lock on the door, locking me in with him.
\tAfter awhile he sauntered towards me again, this time taking his time, savoring my uncertainty as if he got high kicks off of it.
\t“How do I answer that? I don’t know why you’d offer me that? We barely know each other…on the one hand this could all be a ruse, a joke. You could have some hidden motive behind this…I don’t know shit about you Liam. We haven’t seen each other in 2 years! Your not gay…or at least I don’t think that you are or ever were and I know that I’m not!”
\t“How do you know that when you haven’t tried it?” he rumbled standing over me like an empire surveying his kingdom or something that belonged to him. “I’m not gay persay but what could it hurt me or you in me indulging you, relieving some stress from your shoulders Hunt?”
\t“Call if my friendship gift to you. I’ve been curious as to what another guy is like and I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to find out.”
\t“You requisition all of your friends with ‘gifts’ like this?” I asked my back against the seat.
\t“No” he affirmed kneeling down so that he was near level with my chest. Even kneeling down he was big. “Do you want this or not Hunt?”
\tI was mushy, my brain was too stunned to think clearly. On the one hand this was so….wrong. The kind of thing that you might hear in a rumor or as an amusing thing from a friend who just wanted to boast about explorations they’d supposedly had. Most couldn’t be believed or proven. Yet here I was.
\tThe star of Timpviews’ football team 2 years later was kneeling before me with the intention of sucking my most private and intimate bit of anatomy! It was so unexpected and left field that I almost felt like laughing. It was incredibly inconceivable!
\tHis eyes betrayed little, serious and determined. He seemed to want to go through with this!
\tClearing my throat after some time I whispered; “Why me?”
\t“Because” he faltered, “because I owe you this. As a welcoming gift, as a sealing pact of friendship.”
\tLiam was giving me what I think were puppy dog eyes by now his face contorted in a hopeful expression that pleaded and tugged at me.
\t“I don’t understand why….but okay” I growled, my voice cracking in fear. “O…okay.”
\tEver so slowly his paws eased to my jeans, sliding them off of my legs and past my feet. In my surpirse I’d forgotten to rebutton and zip up. Great!
\tNext he leaned forward and kissed one of my thighs tenderly and I flinched.
\tThis definitely seemed like more then just an exchange between friends.
\tI was too worked up however to say anything, afraid that my voice would fail me.
\tHe lifted my polo shirt over my head and that was that. I was bare and exposed before him, his claws pulling my boxers off, my last shield from him, the last barrier I had until I was at his mercy.
\tHe chuckled low in his throat placing one of my calves to rest on his right shoulder while he gingerly explored my fur, running a claw first along my belly, my abs, my chest and then back down until it brushed along the rim of my sheath.
\tI shuddered at his touch.
\t“Liam…I’m not sure about this. Maybe….
\tHis actions didn’t let me finish. Attention turned in and directed to the bit of pink peeking out in my arousal he leaned down further, his nose twitching as he inhale my scent, just intake rustling the sensitive fur along my opening. Then reflectively he flicked out his tongue and graced me with a lick that sent a powerful jolt through my spine. More of me slipped free and his left paw clasped around the circumference, squeezing lightly and drawing a moan from me.
\t“Oh…..”
\tI sounded stupid! Who doesn’t though in times such as that? I mean honestly it was unbearable the way his tongue caressed my cock, the veined skin pulsing as a squirt of precum shot out and I grunted. Then heaven, I was hypnotized and charmed, helpless as a newborn puppy as his mouth closed over my tip and his tongue lapped up my first salty emission.
\t“Damn!” voice shaky I grit my teeth and shook my legs parting further as his other hand came forward to cup my scrotum, his soft, strong pads fondling and rolling my two orbs with all the skill of a pro.
\tHad he done this before?
\tAdding pressure he kissed the head of my weeping shaft allowing me a view as he pulled away, a thick strand of his saliva mixed with my juices stretching out in a lewd glimmering string that reflected the light.
\t“You have a beautiful cock Hunt” he admitted admiringly closing his right paw over my pulsing flesh. The pink skin flexed hard at the stimulation and I let out a moan as he used his other paw to give my balls a light pull. “I’m impressed.”
\tI didn’t know whether or not he was quoting some porn flick that he’d seen or if he was being genuine. What do you say to that?
\t“Thanks. I’m happy that you….aaaahhhh! That you think so!”
\tI was soaking his paw with cream as he squeezed and lovingly rubbing me, my puppy hood reacting against my will a true prisoner to his paws and his tongue. It was then that he did something else. Something that nearly drove me over the edge right then and there.
\tWith a wink he pushed my legs further apart and pulled me forward so that I was hinged over the side of the seat (larger then normal so as to accommodate our larger clients such as elephants and the like) which forced me to brace myself with both of my hands behind my back. One of his fingers slipped lower then the rest, trickling down to brush against my ass. I started to try to protest when it breach me, delving in past my ring and into my tunnel causing me to whimper loudly.
\tI hoped that no one chanced to come in here!
\tThat finger roamed around as he kept at my dick with his other paw, audible squelching sounds announcing each spurt of fluid as it left me. Finding his bearings his questing digit angling up and further in until lightening struck me and I howled.
\tThe pad had brushed up against my prostate, somehow he’d found it when I never had been able to…not that I’d done much in that area of pawing. It was still new territory for me and yet for him, he seemed to know which buttons to push. A smile that covered every last inch of his muzzle met me as I chanced a look at him. There was no mercy there only a devious light as he repeated his action, this time ramming that glorious finger into my core and eliciting a groan from me that nearly turned into a howl.
\tMy cock spasmed uncontrollably and a pool of drool now covered my chest where it had fallen from my slack mouth. I was panting hard, no rest or break between each moment.
\tHe rolled another finger in beside the other, adding another intruder to the mix, circling and spearing over that nub of pleasure without relief, his paw by now was working me over and I nearly cried at the rising feelings in my body. It was unbearable, up at a pinnicle of feeling that I couldn’t have imagined possible in all of my wildest fantasies!
\t“Liam! Ohhhhhh yeah!”
\tI whined shamelessly, a slave to his menstruations as his paw pounded me without reserve and his other running up and down, hugging my cock in a sheath with one intention.
\t“Gotta say Hunt” he shivered turned on by the whole thing, “you are cute like this. Absolutely adorable as a newborn puppy. I love having control over you like this” he admitted training his eyes on my package and my member which was by now flooding and pulsing in thrashing motions. It must’ve been evident that I was on the very edge. My toes curled as another lick from him teetered, rolling me along the edge without letting me over. My penis was crying for release, my knot the size of a baseball.
\t“From one friend to another it’s your turn now to give me something” his voice filled the small enclosed space adding to my haze of euphoria with lusty grunts. “It’s high time you share with me some of your puppy batter. Sound like a plan pal? You ready to erupt for Liam?”
\tI only whimpered and gave the briefest of nods.
\tHe attacked me then, holding absolutely nothing back.
\tDiving onto my shaft he took me down to the bottom of my cock, hilting me in his mouth, his paw clasping hard behind my beating knot while those two fingers hammered again and again into my prostate gland.
\t“Ahhhhh Li…Liam!!! Ahhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
\tLiam pulled off momentarily watching as a huge glob of cum rocket up between us and into the air before landing to splatter on the wall behind me and drip down in a stream. After that my sword was sheathed once again by the mutt and I closed my eyes grimacing and bucking.
\tThe bastard was excellent at this! That paw behind my knot held me in just the right place to prolong the orgasmic waves rolling through my body while there was a moment where I could’ve sworn that those two fingers hugged my prostate, nearly making me blackout from the pleasure.
\tAside from the glob of my jizz on the wall Liam didn’t allow a single drop to escape his muzzle, gulping all of it down greedily. Finally I slumped and panting moaning as he dragged his tongue along my cock, my balls and then started rimming me, his tongue rhythmically massaging my virgin passage.
\t“Definitely tasty” he grumbled standing up then and licking his lips, his eyes predatory.
\t“You’re so gross” I teased between breaths. “But thank you, that was…incredible” I admitted.
\t“What can I say, I’m always incredible” he growled heading for the door. “Me and my buds are going out tomorrow on the town, might pick up a drink or two and then go bowling” he said casting a hopeful glance at me. “Was wondering if you’d trouble yourself to be able to join us?”
\t“Sure, why not.”
\tI was a mess and I blushed when he smiled again.
\t“You really are adorable like that.”
\tA moment later…he was gone and I was left still shivering, my body shaking in afterglow in consequence of the bliss I’d experienced.
\tDamn! What had just happened!
\tUsing some toilet paper I wiped up, making sure that the splotch of cum was removed on the wall and that I took care of any stray bits that might’ve escaped notice. I was dazed and as good as drunk as I staggered out of the restroom, past the tables and out to the parking lot. It was cold but I didn’t feel it, couldn’t feel it even if I  had wanted to.
\tI was headed home and I had a lot of thinking to do to try to sort out my feelings.


\tThat couldn’t have gone better. Everything was working out just as I had hoped. It had been fun to see how helpless I could make Hunt Kelevera in that stall, his mewling music to my ears. A part of him I did find adorable yes but he had hit the nail on the head a couple of times that evening and nearly spoiled my fun. I did have hidden motives that wouldn’t exactly bode well for him.
\tPulling my Smartphone from my pocket I speed dialed the person at the top of my contacts, my ears flicking as they always did upon hearing the high pitched beeping as it connected us. After a moment I was answered, a hesitant female voice clear on the other end.
\t“Hello…Liam?”
\t“Hello sis, how ya doing?
\t“I’m alright, just at home relaxing after a long day. What’s happening on your end?”
\tI couldn’t keep my sizzling triumph hidden any longer.
\t“You wouldn’t believe who I found today…working, oblivious as can be.”
\t“Who?”
\t“I found Hunt Kelevera sis.”
\tThere was silence then and I could tell that I had surprised her.
\t“Him?”
\t“Yes…him” I confirmed. “And I’ve got some plans for the mutt.”
\t“I already told you that it doesn’t matter. It happened….it’s in the past. We were both young and I was stupid.”
\t“It doesn’t matter, he needs to be held accountable for what he did….”
\tBefore she could continue with her objects, before another word left her I hung up, my thoughts reveling at how easy fate had landed me with this opportunity. Hunt had a submissive side that I had all too easily been able to exploit and now revenge was mine for the taking…
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