Living so close to downtown already, it was only a short walk until Holly was walking under the tall buildings. She was dressed in her school uniform which consisted of a skirt, a blouse, a pair of shoes and a pair of panties that the vixen thought was her sexiest. The night air was a little chilly, but it didn't bother her at all, in fact she thought her nipples pointing out visibly through her top would help her in her adventure.

Though it was night, there were still lots of others walking on the streets, coming in and out of bars and nightclubs. This part of the city was known for the late night party scene, and where Holly was heading towards since she left her house. 

Approaching one nightclub in particular that Holly knew to be very popular, she made an attempt to enter as nonchalantly as possible, but was stopped at the open doorway by a rather large tiger who, with his huge arms crossed around his muscular chest, glared down at the comparitively tiny fox.

"Now where you think you're going, missy?" His voice rumbled in a deep bass. "Little cubs ain't allowed in here."

Holly was prepared for this. Laying her ears flat on top of her head, she looked up at the enormous tiger with large eyes, in attempt to charm him into letting her through.

"Please sir," Holly implored with the cutest little voice she could make. "M-my daddy's in there and I really need to find him...Pleeeease sir?" She added, and puffed out her chest slightly, giving the bouncer a better look at her chest.

But the tiger just strengthened his glare, unaffected by the girl's futile attempt to sneak in to the club.

"Yeah, right," the bouncer said with a sneer. "What's his name so I can tell him his kid's waitin' out here? Why you sneakin around here at night anyway? Get back home, this ain't no place for a cub." The large tiger stepped back into the doorway, keeping his eyes fixed on Holly.

Clearly defeated, Holly turned and stormed off back the way she came, cursing the tiger in her head. Feeling completely unmotivated, she turned down the street that would lead her back home.

'Ugh that totally sucked! Maybe I should just go home. Everyone's gone, I could put on one of my brother's dirty movies and strip naked right in the middle of the living room and give my pussy a serious...' But then she remembered the movies: seeing the male on top of the female, driving his cock into her pussy, and felt the longing in her own. But most of all she remembered the girl's face, contorted with ecstasy, moaning out her passion to her lover...

"Hey! Hey you! The fox in the skirt!"

Broken from her memories, the fox in the skirt whirled around and saw a wolf, around age 21 Holly supposed, walking towards her. He looked like he might have been in a grunge band: he had long, messy brown hair and a somewhat scruffy face, with ratty clothes that might not have been washed as often as they should have for as old as they looked. In addition, Holly noticed that he had piercings in one ear, and a cigarette between his fingers. 

"W-what do you want?" she called back to him, looking him straight in the eye, trying to put on a strong image, but continued to back away from the mysterious wolf, preparing to run in case he intended to hurt her.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt  you," he replied with a smile, seeing Holly's cautious movements.

"Yeah that's what they all say..." she muttered mostly to herself, and was surprised when she heard the wolf laughing.

"Look around you, there's a street full of people just over there, one scream and they'd come running, pull me off and I'd be sent off to jail.  So no, I'm not gonna hurt you." His voice sounded nice enough, as though he was used to interacting with cubs on a daily basis. And it was true that the main strip was only a block away, well within earshot of her scream.

Looking around nervously, in case he had accomplices, she seemed more trusting of the older wolf. But she still held up her guard and backed up a few steps, even though the wolf had stopped a good 15 feet away.

"Okay well, what do you want then?" she asked again, her voice becoming stronger with adrenaline.

"I couldn't help but notice you try and sneak into that club back there, and wearing that," he explained, looking the vixen up and down, "I was wondering what it was you were actually looking for. It is a bit late for school isn't it?" he added, eyes falling on her chest.

Feeling sudddenly self-conscious by the complete stranger looking over her body, she immediatly crossed her arms over her chest while regretting she wore such a kinky outfit.

"That is absolutely none of your business!" she shouted back and began to head back down the street while keeping her eyes on the wolf. 'Oh crap, this was a stupid idea...I wonder if I could make it all the way home if I ran?' she thought, feeling more endangered than ever. 

Just as Holly began to run away, she heard the wolf shout back at her.

"You're looking for a man aren't you??"

This made Holly stop in her tracks. She quickly looked back at the wolf, and saw that he hadn't moved at all, hadn't tried to follow her.

"I mean come on, trying to sneak into a bar dressed like that, at night, practically showing off your pretty tits," he added with a smirk and Holly felt her cheeks turn red and crossed her arms tighter around her chest. "I'm not dumb, I've been around here a long time. So if you were looking for a man, I might say I'm interested."

Holly was dumbstruck. 'Wasn't he right? Had this not been exactly what I came all the way out here for? Hadn't I vowed that I'd get yiffed tonight no matter what?' 

But actually having the opportunity standing right in front of her was a much different situation than being home fantasizing about it...

"Well okay, suit yourself," the wolf said finally, and turned to walk back to the brightly lit street.

"Wait!" she called back at him, making him stop and turn back around. "You're right that is why I'm out here, and I will take you up on your offer," she said, and walked up to join the wolf. Up close he didn't look as unkempt as she thought after all. 

Chuckling softly as she stopped beside him, he threw out his cigarette and reached out and very gently pat the young vixen on her head and tweaked her ear affectionately.

"So hey girl, what's your name anyway?" he asked smiling down at the young fox, who was becoming more comfortable.

"My name is Holly."

"Such a pretty name. Well, Holly, you can call me Lycan. My place is just a couple blocks away, so if you want we can...take care of business there," he said smirking at her again, as his eyes moved down her slender body and back up to her eyes.

Holly was unable to speak and mearly nodded her head, began to grow nervous again, only this time about yiffing a wolf she met on the street, and Lycan took her paw and led her up the street to the main drag, took a left, walked down two more blocks and stopped at a flight of stairs of an apartment building.

Walking up three floors they finally stopped in front an apartment door.

"This is it honey," Lycan said and he released her paw to unlock the door.

Holly was feeling the adrenaline going through her again. But beneath the adrenaline she felt the familiar nagging coming from her aroused sex, urging her to go with the wolf.

'Well if I'm gonna run away, this would be my last chance to do it,' she thought, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

But before she had the chance, Lycan took her paw again, and led her through the door into the wolf's apartment.