The Walk
By Onyx Cheetah

	Music droned through the quiet night, adding sound to the dullness and emptiness of the rottweiler’s long late night walk home. The headphones pounded and throbbed along with the music in the dog’s ears, barely audible to others if they would walk by. It'd be incredibly unlikely this late at night in this craphole of a small town, the rottweiler thought to himself looking around the empty street in front of him.
	He had just gotten off from his summer job, stuck late and alone as his co-worker had run off sick a few hours earlier than his planned schedule. Meaning the dog had to work even later than he liked and definitely way later than his momma liked. He just turned 18 damnit, she shouldn’t be so hard on him, especially when it was out of his control! She made him get the job to teach him “responsibility." It was unfair that working so late would probably be blamed on him! 
   He knew what her issue was, he was just out of high school and about to start college and she wanted to keep him under her control- keep him as her baby, even- for as long as she could. He understood that, but it was becoming a pain in the ass. No one else his age was treated like a little cub, but she wanted it to be her rules and her way as long as she could. He knew she loved him of course, and she tried to be lenient when she was aware it was causing issues- it was just her nature to be overbearing when worrying, so he just played along with it. Sometimes though, especially on nights like this where nothing was in his control, her rules just caused more stress.
 Zayn didn’t even look sick! Sure, his red eyes were more bloodshot than normal and his normally vibrant blue fur seemed a little off today- grayish even, especially in the face- but it looked more like the bunny had done a long night of his binge drinking rather than a sickness. The bunny definitely drank- more than the rabbit liked to admit it the rottweiler was sure. Hell, he once saw the bunny puking his guts out on a night like this a few years back; earlier that evening he had been offered a drink from the rabbit while spirits were high and his fur was as shockingly harsh blue as ever, and yet hours later he was so messed up from it that even his fur seemed to darken. It was the big thing that kept the rottweiler from pursuing the rabbit for anything more than a friendship. Ever since they had met in grade school the canine had an interest in him, but by the time he got the courage to admit that he was interested in another guy the drinking started. Or well, what he assumed to be drinking (the rabbit never talked about it after all) but he had no idea what else it could be. At the very least once a month the bunny was nauseous, pale, distracted, irritable and usually running home early. It was getting tiring but he still cared about him so he put up with it. At least until tonight, now having to feel his momma’s wrath from getting home late. Next time he wanted to let him suffer through his spins and hangover and whatever else he was feeling and ignore the bunny’s begging for the pup to take over for him, letting him go home sick.
The rottweiler tried to get the thoughts out of his head, feeling his shoulders tense up and his jaw clench as he went over the day and what he was sure the consequences would be. Even with his music blaring through his headphones, the empty road surrounding him made it hard to focus on anything but the annoyances. The sound of crickets floating through the lonesome night began to bleed into his music, the rottweiler turning up his music to try to drown them out, leaving them and anything else around a dull drone in the background.
There was one good thing about the empty road: the shortcut that lay ahead. A shortcut that lay through a section of forest blocked by a ‘Private Property - No Trespassing: Violators Will Be Prosecuted’ sign that always caused him paranoia that he’d get in trouble if the wrong car saw him pass through the area. Of course, over the last few months of his momma’s strict curfew rules and being unfairly forced to work through his final summer vacation, he had found shortcuts to get home faster (or let him hang out with Zayn, on his good days, just a bit longer before he was forced to head back). In the empty night he could sneak through there and cut off at least 30 minutes on his walk- if not 45 if he rushed! His mom would still be upset at the break in curfew, but it’d be closer to it and his potential punishment and his momma's yelling would be considerably lessened!
The rott climbed over the short fence on the side of the road (while looking quickly for any cars passing by) and ducked under the front row of trees, walking through more groupings of trees till he got to a small but walkable makeshift path leading deeper into the forest. A path that would lead to a small clearing that would mark the first half of his trip complete.
Walking deeper and deeper inside, the dog’s fur stood on end as the small but noticeable breeze subsided, the air becoming still as the thickness of the wood grew. A small paranoia triggered in the very back of his mind. He knew he was risking his safety coming in here, he didn’t know what creatures lived inside, but his desire to beat punishment outweighed his fear. At least for now. He tried to ease his mind, reminding himself that his walks so far had been uneventful, why would tonight be any different. Subconsciously though, he knew something was different; deep inside he felt something in the air was off. He wasn’t sure if it was the full moon shining hauntingly through the thick leaves above, or if it was the way the air felt still. It just wasn’t right. 
His fur became damp as sweat began to collect all over him. Despite the coolness of the night he felt flush. His heart raced and he started to feel like a scared little cub; like a cub in their room all alone when their nightlight broke, all the shadows from the light refracting from the window turning the safe room filled with loving toys into a nightmare of monsters out to get them. At that moment, the rottweiler was nothing more than a little puppy, wanting to quickly get back home and run into his mother’s arms. He wanted to beg her to sleep in the big bed with her next to him to keep all the bad guys away- like a frightened little cub would do.
He started breathing heavily, panting, and began to run. He didn’t know why but his fight or flight took over, his legs quickly taking him as fast as they could towards the clearing and ultimately towards home. The music thumped with his running, giving a weird abnormal jauntiness to match his fear and panic.
He slid on leaves as he reached the clearing collapsing on the ground as he panted to get his breath back, somehow feeling that it would be safe there (he didn’t know why, but he felt as if it would). He looked around frantically, checking all around himself, trying to get a look at anything. He desperately hoped to catch a glimpse at whatever it was that had been chasing him and find out what he was dealing with.
There was nothing. Not even a bush moving from a late night squirrel running around. Just the stillness of the forest. A small breeze finally blew through his fur, the awkward stillness of the air finally breaking, giving him some piece of mind. Panting and standing up the rott swung himself around, his eyes following the edge of the clearing trying to see something that would show him he wasn’t crazy but still, nothing. He laughed to himself- his imagination had gone rogue on him. There was nothing wrong. No one was following him, watching him. The dog shook his head and brushed himself off, checking his music and turning it up for a heavier distraction before heading deeper into the forest.
The air once again became stagnant as he headed back into the overgrown path through forest. He tried to ignore it as he sang loudly to keep his mind at ease. The bugs and night animals that would usually fill the forest with the strange foreign sounds of a busy night seemed to be missing as the music died off, switching to a different song. The fur on the back of the dog's neck stood on end and he stopped in place.
Looking around, the rott slowly took off his earphones and turned his music off. His heart started thumping hard in his chest once again and the childlike feeling returned. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, breathing deep and slow. It’s just your imagination, still running wild. You’re almost home, let’s start moving again!
He continued to slowly look around him and his legs finally started back up, quickly turning into a speed walk. He kept telling himself that it was just his imagination, begging for nothing to be behind him. As he tried to talk himself out of panic, he felt eyes burning deep into the back of his head watching from afar but getting closer. Every shadow he passed felt just as those monsters did when he was little. They were all coming to life in his mind as he passed, starting after him and giving chase. They would get him just as the unknown, formless creature following him would. They would all share in doing evil monster things to him.
His panic finally took over completely, the dog beginning to run again. He ran and ran, not looking around anymore. He couldn’t. He would have closed his eyes as he ran if it were possible to do so without running into the trees ahead of him. The rottweiler ran hard, his limbs going wide and chest burned as he quickly passed through the forest. He felt the air again, it was no longer still. He was headed in the right direction, he was almost there! 
It was then that the rottweiler's foot hit against an ungrounded root, quickly ending his panicked run and sending him flying a few feet before causing him to slam hard to the ground.

White took over his vision for a moment before he forced himself to sit up. He thought he could see literal stars flashing in front of him as he sat there collecting himself, his breathing hard. A checklist ran through his head as he realized what had happened. First he checked his head to see if it was bleeding, then his wrists and arms, making sure he didn’t break anything on his fall. He then ran his paws down to his legs, sliding them down to his feet. As his paw brushed the ankle of the foot that tripped he felt a twinge of instant pain flow through his body. He cried out and whimpered, slowly rubbing it as well as he could without making it hurt worse. It wasn’t broken, but he knew he was going to have a hell of a time getting home, and even more of a time explaining the sprain to his momma.
He sat there, rubbing it for a few minutes trying to figure out just what to do, not hearing the bushes close by rustling. He whimpered to himself about his pain and his predicament until he heard a branch crack causing the rottweiler to jump high and fast, laying some weight across his hurt foot. Pain exploded through him. He seethed and tried to calm the pain, closing his eyes tight as he rubbed at the ankle. Opening his eyes, he saw something blurrily in front of him- just a few feet away behind a bush, in the shadow of a tree. It was eyes. Large red eyes, staring at him. 
The dog felt his heart jump into his throat. He tried to swallow the fear, he closed his eyes again and whined as he tried to convince himself it was fake. When he opened his eyes again they were gone. The rott looked around seeing nothing. He panted, telling himself over and over that everything was all in his head. Tears started to flow from his eyes. Rubbing his foot he tried to put any pressure on it, unable to do more than poke it gently without pain taking over. How was he going to get home?
He quickly pulled out his phone, screen cracked down the center from his fall. He cursed loudly when he saw it. He couldn’t call his mom. She’d kill him herself. Trespassing, out after curfew and hurt? He shivered. She would literally end him. He searched through his contacts, finding Zayn’s close to the top, dialing it almost immediately. His heart sank when it went directly to voicemail.
“Z-Zayn? Zayni? H-hey, it’s Bailey. I hope you’ll check this soon. I’m in a bad way. I took the shortcut and got hurt. I’m in the middle of the forest, in a clearing. I think I sprained my ankle, man. I don’t care if you’re drunk, please come get me.” A bit of fear rang through his voice as he asked. Not just fear of his imaginary forest creatures (though that was the biggest fear coursing through him at the moment) but of no one helping him til morning. Maybe the injury was worse than he thought and him staying out here all night would be bad for him. He groaned and collapsed on his back into the grass under him, paws on his face covering his eyes. 

He couldn’t have been laying there for more than 5 minutes before deciding he wasn't going to wait around any longer. Being stuck in place caused so many dumb and horrible thoughts to go through his head, most having to do with how he’d be punished when his mom found out. He flipped himself onto his stomach, pain vibrating through him as his foot hit the ground again. He held in a growl, barely escaping his clenched teeth as he gripped his paws closed tightly. He slowed his breathing and began to crawl with his forearms and one good foot forward towards the path. At least if he could make it out of the forest he could maybe flag down a car, or if it came to it he could call his mom to come get him, say he sprained it on the street and that he hit his head and was out for a while which was why he was so late. It was dumb, she’d immediately go to the hospital over it, but it was at least a viable excuse. At least he hoped so.
He crawled forward, making surprisingly good time despite the injury. This could work. His spirits lifted, and the worries from earlier faded away. He reached the edge of the clearing and headed into the trees once again. He pushed himself forward, becoming laser focused on the trail in front of him. He pushed once more, his head grazing something fluffy but coarse. He looked up.
Staring down at him was something he couldn't believe. Standing there was a wolf, but not just any ordinary wolf-guy- this wolf was massive, almost as if he were a feral wolf mixed with a wolf-guy. Blocking out most of the moonlight with his large body, the rottweiler could only see the massive outline, large muscles punctuating its shape throughout. He could probably easily tear through the rottie if he had wanted to. His red eyes stared down at the pup with desire. Those weren't the only body parts showing his desire though: standing at attention and pointed straight at the dog, a massive red canid dick, slick and shiny in the glow of the moon, throbbed for the rott to see.
The dog stared in shock for a moment taking in the entire scene above him, but as a drip from the huge member landed on top of his head Bailey came back to reality. This time though the vision of the monster stayed with him as he regained his senses. It was here, it was massive, it was scary, and it knew he was there.
Bailey pressed his paws hard into the ground swinging himself around to get himself sitting up on his butt. He began to use his paws and his good foot, pushing himself away doing the quickest butt-slide backward that he could to get out of the creature’s reach. In the state he was in he was 100% sure the werewolf could catch him, but he had to try. He cried out for help, hoping at least someone was nearby but deep inside he knew he was alone.
His bad foot was grabbed first, the pain pulsing through his body and causing him to scream and flop onto the ground making it impossible for him to fight back. The rottweiler felt tears start running down his face as his foot was pulled closer to the creature. He begged and pleaded as the huge wolf-creature pulled the comparatively small dog towards him. Bailey could feel the throbbing member dripping onto him.
A growl escaped the being and echoed through the dog's ears. He smelt the wolf’s scent as he was pulled closer in towards the throbbing member. Soon enough the throbbing, musky, large wolf dick sat against his muzzle awaiting entrance, heat radiating off it. There was no asking, the wolf just pushed against whatever opening he could find forcing himself between the rottweiler's muzzle, rubbing the huge dick against clenched teeth trying their hardest to keep the intruder out.
The wolf didn’t care. All he wanted was to use the dog in front of him. He moved a foot onto the canine’s thigh, his claws digging into the soft flesh below them, eliciting a whine and whimper from the rottie and causing his clenched muzzle to release just enough to let the tapered tip pass. Tears continued to roll down Bailey’s cheeks as his muzzle was forced open, the thick wolf dick pushing quickly in the second it was given access. Not caring about his victims’ comfort the wolf forced himself deep inside, gagging the poor dog as he hilted into him in one fell swoop. Unable to breathe through his muzzle, the rottweiler struggle-breathed through his nose, the full scent of the wolf's musk invading his senses. Gripping the sides of the maw, forcing the muzzle to stay open, the wolf began growling and panting as he started to face fuck the crying dog.
	Feeling like an eternity later, but only minutes after he had begun, the wolf slowed his pounding, knot engorged and free from its sheathe. Despite his best efforts, it wouldn't fit in the pup's muzzle. That hadn't stopped the wolf's torture though, as he continued to slow until he slammed the rest of the huge member in deep one final time, howling into the night sky, filling his victims stomach and muzzle with the thick canine seed. The rott tried not to swallow, but there was no choice as it exploded down his throat. Pulling back, the wolf continued shooting seemingly endless ropes of cum covering the dog’s face as he sobbed, coughed and panted trying to catch his breath. The wolf wasn’t finished with the pup though, his hard cock still throbbing. Bailey looked up at him as tears flowed down his cum stained cheeks, begging the creature to stop, but the wolf’s feral mind wasn't satisfied, continuing to want one thing and not caring if it hurt the living fleshlight below him.
	Grabbing hold of the rottie, he aggressively flipped him and pulled him in close, grabbing the dog’s tail and lifting it even as Bailey tried to hold it down, sliding his saliva and cum slick member in place against the virgin tailhole. The rott let out one last whining plea turned scream as the wolf dick was forced inside. Almost fully entering the dog in an instant, a burning, searing pain filled the pup's senses as his scream continued. He saw the world start fading from the pain, his body almost passing out to relieve his mind and senses from the severe pain and horrific scene happening to him. Instead, the wolf did just enough to keep him awake. Each and every move, turn and adjustment from the wolf returned him to the land of the living, returned him to his pain.
The large canine began to pound into him, using him as nothing more than a cocksleeve. He couldn’t help but continue to scream as each thrust threatened to tear his insides apart. There was a slight hope that someone, somewhere, would hear him. He begged for help even as, to his horror, his body started to get accustomed to the intruder, his tail hole slowly loosening for the thick dogmeat inside him.
The canine instinctively tried to claw at the ground, to pull himself away, but his rapist held his hips tightly with large, strong paws. The wolf pulled him right back to his crotch, against a growing concern he knew was coming- the knot. The rott kept trying to pull away but it only gave the wolf enough length to enter into him harder, slamming his knot against the poor puppy, spreading the abused hole more and more until with one final pop, and a silent scream from Bailey, the wolf’s huge knot forced its way in.
	A louder howl erupted from the wolf as hot, thick canine cream once again flowed into the abused’s body, this time in his rear, the rottie unable to do anything but let it fill his insides up. The wolf panted, his tongue lolling out as he pumped load after satisfied load into his bitch. Bailey sobbed. As the wolf finished he pulled back against the rottie, trying to get his knot out even at its current engorged size. The rottweiler cried out and begged the werewolf to stop, but just like everything else the wolf-creature did, his pleas were ignored. He continued to pull until, with one big final pull, his knot ripped out of the abused hole, cum exploding everywhere. The dog once again screamed silently, so much pain flowing through his body, whiteness finally fully taking over his vision as he passed out.

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Bailey awoke with his adrenaline still pumping, scared and jumpy and looking for his rapist before he realized his friend was holding his head in his arm and was staring down at him.
“Hey, hey… shhhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me.” Zayn looked worried as he pet the dog between the ears. “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? It looks like you hit your head really hard on the ground.”
The rottie looked around, very confused, unsure where he was. It was different. He was clothed again, and he wasn’t covered in cum. He blinked and tried to concentrate before seeing the root he tripped over yesterday in front of him.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was just a dream, only a dream…
Standing up in slight pain, his ankle still sprained, he shook his head. “I… I think it’ll be fine, let’s go, mom’s probably worried.”
His friend grabbed hold of his arm and helped him towards the entrance to the forest. As he limped he breathed slowly and deeply, trying to concentrate on breathing instead of the pain. Instead there was a tickle in his brain, the musk from the dream fresh in his nostrils. Panic engulfed him for a moment before he tried to calm himself again. I-Its just a dream. Come on, get a hold of yourself. A DREAM.
But the scent remained.
He stopped and looked around again making the rabbit holding his weight stop with him. He looked up at the dog quizzically. “What’s wrong?”
Bailey looked at his rabbit friend, “Well, I…” he stopped for a moment, catching a glimpse of the rabbit’s eyes. They were like the wolf’s in the dream. He closed his own eyes for a moment before looking back into them, not seeing it anymore. It was similar, but they weren’t the same. “Nothing! Just… just deja vu!”
He wrapped his arm around his friend once again and they made their way back. He occasionally smelled the scent, but kept his cool. They were out of the forest; the bad dream was gone.
Finally arriving home (of course getting scolded by his momma for being dumb and going through the woods at night) the dog sighed and resigned himself to the bathroom to take a bath to clean him of the forest dirt and to soak his pained ankle. Undressing, to his fear, he smelled the scent again and saw the gouge where the werewolf had dug his claws into his thigh. 
Everything had happened. It was real. 
The worst part was what he saw next. As he had dropped his pants he noticed something else. Looking into his undies he saw it- some rough grayish fur half changed into some soft blue fur. Blue fur that matched his rabbit friend. Bailey gulped and stared at it.
It was Zayn all along.