Alleyway Anathema
October 4th, 2013

	The large biped wolf had to get home soon. Night was falling fast in the city, and even with his jet black fur, he would be hard to miss under the street lights that dotted the streets with his brown coat and jeans, and his jade eyes in particular were obnoxiously apparent on his black pelt. Nothing worried him quite as much as the thought of starting on his way home from work too late and being caught in the dead of night, likely to be pulled into some alleyway by a thug or something to be mugged or sodomized. Beautiful city evenings like this one, with a slight breeze and cool air, could rarely be enjoyed outside of a secure balcony or behind glass walls.
	For now, at least, the alleyways were safe as the sun still illuminated the concrete jungle in golden light, and there were enough people on the streets on their evening commute home that a mugging was at least less likely.
	He stuffed his paws into his coat pockets, playing with the nametag he'd brought from work. Running his pawpads over the embossment of his name in the plastic, "Connor", letting himself space out as he walked. As he turned a corner onto his home street, he let out an exasperated groan – construction work. Always something getting torn up in this city, every day. Today happened to be HIS street. Most of the sidewalk was torn up, revealing wet dirt and ruptured piping beneath, as well as the entirety of the road. Arguing with construction workers and/or trying to traverse the damaged street was likely to take much more of his time than he wanted to waste.
	Ironically, today would be the day he chose to take an alley shortcut home. At least this one was near an avenue, in Connor's mind at least, more cars going up and down – even if they were out of sight – made things just a little safer. He still hated alleyways, and this was no different. Still, debating it with himself was just killing seconds as the sun started to go down over the buildings. He turned around, made his way back around the corner and speed-walked to the nearest space between the structures, and turned with a silent nagging fear in his head.
	At first glance, his fears seemed unfounded. There was nothing but the usual garbage in the alleyway. Nothing living or moving, save for the few pieces of newspaper that were partially stuck to the ground with some unknown substance and would occasionally catch wind that slipped into the way. Taking a deep breath, he headed down the pathway. Casually dodging some trash cans and refuse on the ground, he grumbled under his breath; it was already getting to be too dark, and with the adjacent building blocking the light, it certainly didn't look any better where he was. Still, he trudged on, keeping his head down in case someone did happen to be sizing him up, heading determinedly towards the dimming golden light at the other end of the alley.
	About halfway through, a voice and a rustle came out of nowhere. "Hello...?"
	It was a female voice, soft and cautious, but it still caused Connor's heart to jump into his throat. He almost broke into a sprint, but he managed to quell the urge, if for nothing else, to preserve his personal pride. He looked towards the source of the sound, a sizable cove in one of the structures, built for appearance and space, had been made into a makeshift home for a vagrant, with a rusty old shower bar holding up a blanket that partially concealed a mattress and only base necessities. That didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was the nature of the tenant. It was a feral, a large mutt dog, lying on an abandoned mattress. She looked to be a longhair, possibly a mix between shepherds and retrievers. She had a thin but slightly blocky head, with a long, pointed muzzle and two heterochromatic eyes, one blue, and one silver. As her suspected heritage would suggest, her frame was tall, slender, but muscular, built for movement, and her ears were floppy. Her coat was a muddy-brown, with her paws dipped white. She was surprisingly well-groomed for her living situation. Ferals were rare in this part of the city; bipeds had most business here, as manual dexterity was required for many of the tasks and job openings required to live here.
	"Uh, hey." Connor stated bluntly, he wanted to keep walking, but didn't want to look too dismissive either. Ugh, homeless always made him uncomfortable. Next thing he knew she’d ask him for a biscuit.
	"You looking for some company, hon? It's gettin' dark, and it's lonely in this part of town." She smirked at him before he could decide whether or not to make his hasty departure. Her asking was more than a little suggestive, and her tail subtly moved out of the way to show off her naked feral underside.
	Connor reeled a bit, eyes widening with realization. "O-oh, uh..." He stammered; she wasn't just a stray feral, she was a streetwalker; a prostitute, or so he thought – that explained her attention to appearance. He felt his face flush with heat; he'd been solicited by other bipeds, and never felt any particular urge or attraction for them. For the first time in his life, a feral was bluntly presenting herself to him, and he couldn't deny the thought of it sounded... appealing, to say the least. For the most part, in this city, intermating with ferals was frowned upon. They were seen as a lower social class, generally not individuals to engage in intimacy with, and never stayed long in most towns or cities unless a biped took them home as a servant or companion. Considered by some to be "keeping a pet" (with disdain or indifference), it was a mutually beneficial relationship. A biped could bring home a quadruped and have a friend and confidante, while the feral could have someone provide food and welfare at a much lesser cost than a roommate. Sex in these households was still considered taboo, however.
	That of course didn't stop some from doing it in privacy... It certainly didn't stop Connor from looking it up online at home, either, since he lived alone in his shabby one bedroom apartment. The taboo of it somehow made it even more appealing.
	"Actually... That doesn't sound too bad... I am a little stressed out, and it’s been awhile for me." He shrugged, trying to loosen up his posture and look a bit more confident for the girl, but his subconscious was still trying to get him to leave the alley and go home. His more primal urges were trumping inane fears, however, and he stayed. "What's your name, feral? How long have you been out here?" He approached the blanket that partially concealed the hovel and leaned against the wall; he had a good feeling he was going to be having some fun tonight, but that didn't stop him from being a decent gentleman, waiting for a proper invitation to enter her 'home'.
	"I'm Rita," She smiled sweetly, coiling her tail back around her long brown legs. "I've only been here a couple weeks. Mum and her master kicked me out of their nice little house on the outskirts and I didn't have anywhere to go, 'cept for the streets. The streets here are safer for ferals, believe it or not. The most dangerous thing that comes down this alleyway is a raccoon every so often, and he's not even any fun. What about you, cutie? It's nice to see a two-legger pay some attention to me for once... Oh! And you can come in... Close the sheet too, if you want," Her tone was almost sing-songy, and the more she spoke, the sweeter her voice sounded. She was definitely not a city girl; living in the concrete jungle tends to make your voice deeper and your outlook a little different.
	He couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for her, she was practically untainted, but she was quick to resort to soliciting him in an alleyway. He took her invitation to enter, and reached up to give the blanket a tug, concealing the two in the nook of the greater structure, only a dim golden glow keeping them lit now. Rita tapped a paw on the base of a small, uncovered lamp next to her makeshift bedding. She had acquired a basic touch lamp from some unknown method, and had figured out how to plug it into one of the spare electrical sockets along the exterior wall, commonly used for leaf blowers or weed whackers... Or light, in Rita's case. "I'm Connor. I work down at the bar- er, you don't know where that is, probably. I was on my way home, but they're tearing up my street."
	She giggled and curled up more on one side of the bed, offering him a place. "That's common for you city-folk, isn't it? Every day I've heard big machines doing something out there, but I usually don't bother poking my head out. None of that stuff makes sense to me, y'know?"
	A chuckle escaped him, and it made him feel considerably more at-ease. Already she was chatty and relaxing, a nice escape from the silent and drunk - or noisy and drunk - at his workplace, or the strangers all around. "You're learning fast, yeah, it happens all the time. It's a wonder we get anything done sometimes." With his previous thought still on his mind, he decided to make it known before the topic left him or they moved on. "So hey. You said you're new here, and your mother... kicked you out just a couple weeks ago? You're clearly not a prostitute, but you certainly grabbed my attention like one. Not just that, but you look way too good to have been living off your own methods for any number of weeks without finding a home."
	She blushed and hid her snout a bit, looking away. "Yeah, you'd be right. I'm not a puppy though, I've certainly had some fantasies and daydreams about bigger boy doggies... Not just other four-leggers from around town, either... The answer to both your points is just that no one comes down this way, and no one really shoots me a glance on the street. Y'all either really don't care about ferals here, or you're so saturated with them that they all have masters already... I'm pretty damn lonely. And when I'm lonely enough, I get really damn horny, too. I... Guess I might have just blurted it out of need."
	A smile crossed his muzzle and he knelt down to join her on the mattress, covered with stray hairs and some unidentifiable stains, but nothing that a single wolf living alone wouldn't be unfamiliar with. He turned to sit on the mattress, scooting back on it till his back was rested against the wall, Rita still curled up next to him on the opposite side. "I appreciate the honesty. I won't lie, I've never had a feral, uh, 'friend', but the thought has crossed my mind. Other 'two-leggers' don't really arouse my interest. None of the ones I've met, anyway. Can't tell you why you didn't get any attention though, you're a very pretty girl... May I?" He held out a paw to her, offering her some affection.
	"Oh yes, please!" Rita happily rolled over and offered her belly up to him, exposing all her fluff and vaguely visible nipples. Just barely visible between her thighs was her slightly puffed canine vulva. "Connor, I offered to let you come in here and fuck me silly, I think it's okay if you run your hands over me a bit." Her ears flopped back against the bed and her whole throat was exposed in pure relaxed pleasure.
	Connor could feel his excitement without question, now. He could feel himself peeking from his sheath under his jeans with the force of concrete, and having a lusty feral girl next to him had gotten his mouth salivating. Licking his lips, he began to rub her belly and her throat with his large paw. Long, soft strokes through her fur, keeping his claws above her flesh and letting his pads run firmly over her frame. With his free hand, he started to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, the sound of which seemed to make Rita's tail begin to wag. "You know, sweetheart, being so submissive to everyone... S'likely to get you taken advantage of.
	A soft moan escaped Rita's muzzle, and her body seemed to tense up each time his paw went up to her throat. "A-all I want right now is to be taken advantage of... I'll worry about that when there's a time I don't want to have a pack of males on me." She crooned, tail swishing in large arcs now, all four of her limbs in the air, legs particularly spread.
	Connor's desire was practically ripping through his boxers, now. All fear about the alleyway seemed silly and stupid now; in fact, he was particularly happy he'd come down this way tonight. Taking his paw off of her, he removed his coat and shirt underneath, tossing them aside, next to the blanket that concealed them. Lying down on the bed, he raised his loins and started to tug and shake off his jeans, getting them and his boxers down past his ankles and off his body entirely, joining his feral consort in complete nudity. The black wolf was no spectacle, having some hereditary muscle like most wolves, with a cock and sheath he had never compared to another male's, but certainly wasn't unhappy with... Given that the girl next to him was a good bit smaller than him, he didn't think she'd be disappointed. As he'd expected, a good inch of his pink malehood was poking out from his sheath, the cooler air of the night touching the flesh gave him a slight pleasured feeling. Rolling back to his side, he was greeted by Rita who had rolled onto her belly to watch him disrobe.
	"Hehe," She giggled, "Big wolfy, mmm? Now you can get a little feral with me, and I can... Get some wolf in me..." She crossed her forearms under her, looking particularly sexy, and lifted her rump into the air with her hind legs, tail arched over her back. "Why not get behind, and see if there's anything you like...?" Her eyes stayed locked on him, half closed in that familiar 'come-hither' look.
	The wolf let out a chuff that was supposed to be a chuckle, clouded by a crazy amount of desire that was welling up inside of him. He grabbed his sheath and pulled the rest of it back over his cock before his knot started to swell; something that didn't happen often inside the sheath, unless the need was getting too crazy, Connor usually stopped it before it got to that point. Leaning forward, he pulled himself up onto his knees to Rita's flank and gave her some affection, scritching his claws along her rump and sides. Foreplay with a feral was sure to be fun, but the day he saw that was definitely not going to be this one. He cupped her farthest flank and nudged her towards him, making her giggle a little and dance with her hind legs a bit until her pussy was facing him. "Well? How do I look from that angle, cutie?" She looked over her shoulder at him, wiggling her rump a bit in his face.
	He smiled up at her, but he could only keep his eyes off her vulva for a second or two. "You look delicious from back here, pup... I hope you can take a wolf, because there's going to be a lot of it between those flanks." It looked exactly like it did in the porn he had seen, triangular, pointed, shapely. Particularly puffy this night as she was just as needy as him. Succumbing to an urge of curiosity, he cupped his whole paw around her vulva, his other still on her flank. He groped and felt her, she was delightfully firm, yet giving. A couple of his pawpads slipped into her vulva, spreading her tan lips and revealing the pink flesh inside. Her anatomy was definitely different from a bipeds, something he'd heard about before. Apparently, her vagina would go in, and then up into her belly, rather than straightforward... He tested this with his digits, slipping in and turning his paw face up and curling his fingers, reaching deep into her canal.
	Rita let out a loud, lewd moan, shivering under his touch. "Oooohh, that's it... You do know a little about ferals, huh?" She panted, moaning softly under her breath. Clearly he'd done the right thing.
	He only smirked at her, locking eyes on her with a wolfish, lustful gaze – something that tended to work quite well on a few girls from Connor's high school. Rita would see it, if only she'd open her eyes from her heat-dispersing bliss. "I guess I'm a bit of a bad boy, huh." He continued to tickle her walls, massaging and plunging her with his paw.
	"Uuh huh..." She whimpered, starting to rock her own body against his hand.
	He could tell she needed it, and looking down to his own malehood and seeing a long string of pre hanging from his tip, he knew he needed it too. Taking his paw from her pussy, he put both hands on her flanks, clutching her fur and lifting himself to her. She was a big dog, and Connor on his knees wouldn't have reached her treasure. In a partial crouch, he took hold of his cock in one paw, jacking himself a few times to get the precum to coat the shaft, before pressing his tip into the feral's heat. "That's a good girl..." He praised her, feeling himself penetrate into her, a tight, enveloping warmth coating his shaft with each inch that slipped in.
	Rita barked out and grunted, dancing a bit and spreading her hind legs just a little more, her body quivering as her teeth clenched a bit. "Nnng... Big, bad wolfy, huh?" She kept laying on the cute, suburb girl inflection that Connor was discovering had a particular effect on him. "Spread me wide, wolfy... I'm your bitch girl tonight..." Her tongue lolled out, drooling slightly as his size spreading her open was definitely dousing her heat by the minute.
	A lewd moan escaped Connor's muzzle, and he found his tongue hanging out, too, joining Rita in a canid panting. His grip on her flank fur tightening, he started to rut her. "Mmh... My naughty stray tonight..." He exhaled sharply, bracing himself and anchoring his feet as his wolf cock started to piston in and out of the mutt's vulva. Precum from his tip mixed with her own fluids, and before he knew it, she was dripping lightly onto the mattress beneath. He started to screw her harder, seeing that she could take his length and girth – and was doing so with blissful, raunchy vocalizations – began to pump his loins into her, his slowly-engorging knot kissing her petals with each thrust. Clearly, tonight was a night of living fantasy, and he took the opportunity to make one in particular come true. He pulled his cock out of her quickly, and without a word, let go of her flanks, instead sliding his paws up her back and sides, goading her to get on her side.
	She resisted for a moment until she understood what he was doing. Another playful giggle came from her, and she started wagging her tail sweetly. "Want me somewhere, hon?"
	He nodded up at her, and without thinking, commanded her as if she were his pet, his tone unnaturally sweet and encouraging. "Roll over, girl!" Catching himself too late, he froze. Presuming a feral was automatically willing to be a pet was one particularly crude faux-pas that made Connor's heart stop.
	At least, until a moment later when she moaned at his very words and without hesitation, flopped onto her back, legs splayed wide just as they were when he'd been rubbing her belly. "All done!" She sung, "I am a good girl, aren't I?" She lifted her head to watch him.
	Any worry he'd had of offending her was quickly trounced, as he growled rather lustfully and jumped on top of the stray girl, looming over her with his paws on the mattress beside her, his body between her legs. "Oh yes, such a sweet girl you are." He took a paw to scratch her head, caressing her cheek intimately, lowering his groin to meet with hers again. "Big bad wolf wants to try something a little different... You think you can take my knot, pup?"
	Melting into his affections to her ears and face, she closed her eyes, reopening them to gaze down at his malehood. "Mm... I dunno... You're already really big... You... Can try, I guess. I know I'm walkin' away with a belly full either way, might as well stuff it in, huh?" She grinned up at him.
	That was all the invitation he needed, and while he might have worried more for her outside of the bedroom, he was too intoxicated by his lusts right now. He dug his claws into the mattress and angled himself to begin his breeding again. Without any hesitation, he penetrated the beast down the length of his shaft in one swift motion, kissing her vulva with his engorging knot. This was a position much more familiar to Connor. Some might call him 'vanilla', but there was something about having your lover's face before you, and hearing their calls near your ears that always brought him to his limits.
	Tonight's treat with Rita was certainly no different. She returned to her bawdy moaning and panting beneath the stud wolf's domineering frame, and he adored just how pleased she looked. With the feral bitch beneath him, pleading for more, he took advantage of every bit of her he could reach, scooping up her head in a paw and leaning down to nibble her ears, and hunching his back to get at her neck where he offered up much more bestial love-bites. His jaw clamped around the animal's neck, hard enough to hold her still but not break her flesh, and he growled, grinding his loins into her tightly. He wanted to tie.
	Between his forcing of the knot and his teeth around her neck, Rita started to howl out in a painful way. Connor's knot had grown too quickly and wouldn't be able to penetrate her without tearing, and his teeth, even as he was being careful, would certainly leave a mark. "C-Connor!!" She cried out, scratching at his shoulders and sides with her forepaws.
	Her pain would not last long, though. Connor released her neck the moment she cried out, but the mixture of her calling his name, as well as the thrill of her scratching came together and brought him to his limit. Swollen knot still outside of her body, his heavy wolf testicles pulled up their contents and he began to come. Grunting erotically, heavy white ribbons that had clearly been in waiting for far too long, shot from his length and into the beast's core. "Aah! Rita! Oh lord..." He clawed at the ground behind him as he felt himself filling her to the brim; without his knot, she'd certainly be spilling by now. Panting, and still holding her head in his paw slightly off the mattress, his eyes met hers with some concern as he gauged her final reaction.
	Beneath him, tongue hanging from the side of her mouth, Rita was mostly limp as she tried to catch her breath. "Shit... Connor..." She made a weak laugh. "And I thought my kind fucked like animals." She pulled her arms in, resting them on his chest before hanging them on his shoulders. "You got a little rough with me... sorry. Not used to having my neck bitten while taking a wolf..."
	His expression turned from doubt to bemused as she seemed quite content relaxing with a womb full of seed. "You probably never will... And I'm the sorry one... I haven't gotten with a lot of girls since my school years, I had a bit of a... beast in me, I guess." He snickered a bit, letting her head down and holding up his body with both paws now, and began to ease his malehood out of his lover's canal. As he'd expected, she was quite messy. A milky white creampie sat in the center of her triangular pussy lips, oozing only slightly. "Hope I didn't... like, hurt you too badly... Did I?"
	The moment she was free from him, she let her body and limbs fall to one side, exhausted. The semen from her flower spilled a bit more plentifully. "No... No I'm good. I'm gonna be sore for a while, but I think it was worth it..." Lifting her head slightly, she looked back at him sweetly, "Thanks, Connor... Wonder what Mum would think of that? Also: What the hell are you doing?" She stared at the wolf with confusion.
	Connor was sitting back on the edge of the bed, cleaning himself up with his paw and licking the mess off – one of the things he tended to do alone – without noticing he was doing it. "Oh, shit, dammit, ah, nothing. Just, tasting you in the afterglow. What'd you ask?"
	Rita's inflection turned back to that of a suburb girl, giggling with particular joy, "Pfff, don't bullshit me, hon. I don't care what you're eating, I just didn't expect to see you doing it yourself..." She scooted towards him from her laying position, forcing her head under his arm to lick at his cock before it fully retracted back into his sheath.
	"Gah! Rita... Oh, alright..." He started to pet her head as she licked; they'd come this far, there was no point in holding back now. "You're no virgin, are you, Rita?"
	She stopped for a moment to answer him, but didn't look up. "Not anymore, I'm not!"
	He guffawed, "No, I mean before this. You're way too good to be an innocent little girl from a sleepy town."
	"Mm-mm." She murmured a negatory, her tongue still mid-stroke. "Mum's a real slut. She didn't do much to hide it. Why do you think you can't tell my breed? I must have like four dads. Anyway, yeah... I learned by observation, I guess... Maybe it runs in the family?"
	"Bet that's part of the reason you got kicked out, huh? Mom's too busy fucking around to take care of a kid? That's fucked." He rested a paw on Rita's head, thumbing her ears between his fingers.
	"Yeh, probably..." She ceased her cleaning and rested her head on his lap.
	They were quiet for a while longer, resting in the soft glow of the simple lamp, as night had fully enveloped the city now.

	"Hey. You wanna come live at my place? I make enough cash to pay for a feral companion." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "And, uh, to be completely honest, I'd feel like shit if I just walked out tonight or tomorrow, leaving you out here to your own devices after pumping you full of wolf spunk. I mean, you can make it on the city streets but it fucks you up... Just thought I'd offer, yanno?"
	Rita looked up at him, a sweet smile on her muzzle and a twinkle in her dual-colored eyes. "That's not how most people adopt a dog, but this pup turned out quite happy... I think... I think I could enjoy that. I miss having a cozy place, and I get the feeling you'll take pretty good care of me where I need it."
	"Oh, you bet. You're a good girl." He scratched under her chin and lavished her with praises.
	"We'll see about that... Y'should probably get dressed, then."
	Connor nodded and retrieved his clothes from their scattered locations, re-dressing himself as Rita watched, still feeling slightly dizzy and exhausted from their earlier exchange. Excited to be following him as a companion, the mutt girl stood beside him, wagging her tail happily.
	
	Pulling the blanket aside, they entered the alleyway, abandoning the scrap heap that was Rita's makeshift home. Together, they left, Connor's worries about thugs in an alley now the least important thing on his mind. There were more important, and more enjoyable things to think about.