Listen to what he says.
From Create Your Own Story
You can't hold eye contact. You give up on whatever macho-man-contest you'd futilely tried to maintain, and your gaze instead drops down, to stare at his boots. A satisfied rumble reverberates through the air. You think he might be laughing.
"That's a good boy." The massive wolf leans more closely in more closely to you, until your muzzle nearly bumps against his collarbone. You reflexively try to take a step back, but you're caught suddenly by a massive, heavy paw, grasping your shoulder with an iron grip and holding you still. "Now, now... No need to step away. You're in this now."
The wolf's huge paw slowly strokes down, over your shoulders, over your back, to rest on your hips. Without warning, his index and middle finger force their way under the waistband of your pants, under your briefs and pressing against the bare fur of your ass. Seeing how your jeans were tight as they were, the intrusion forces them partially down, giving him even easier access. You hold still, your breath catching tightly in your throat as he manhandles your rear.
Two fingers ruthlessly plunge into your tight asshole, without warning. He digs them in deep, halfway up to the knuckles. His keratin fingernails (claws?) scrape and press against your prostate. You let out a soft whine and learn forward, pressing your own paw on his pec for stability and arching your back out of instinct. You take a few moments to breathe in and out, trying to regain control of yourself as this wolfish stranger fingers your tight ass right in the middle of this public bar.
You force yourself to look up at him. Your nose just about reaches his collarbone, right around where a thick tuft of chestfur stands out from the collar of his jacket. His personal, masculine musk floods your nose. You can almost taste his arousal. You try to object to this public experience, but can't quite manage to form full words.
Still, the wolf gets the message. His fingers withdraw from your rear entrance and he lets out a little amused snort. "Alright, kitty. Let's go."
Where does he take you?
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Phone, Wallet, Keys, Cinderblock Uniform |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Lion | |
