The wooden double doors of a church were slammed open, as a young looking man in a red hood was kicked out onto the sidewalk.  “You’re fucking sick, onii-chans should be strong and able to take charge!  Not someone who looks 12 and wants to be dominated!  You subs disgust me!” A baphomet in a nun’s outfit screamed, as she swung the doors shut.
 
        “That’s fine!  DFC isn’t justice anyhow, a real man needs a real woman!” The cloaked man yelled back, giving the Sabbath building the middle finger.  Picking himself up off the pavement and brushing his red hooded cloak off, the man looked towards the cloudy skies as lightning crackled off in the distance.  Pulling his hood up, he made haste towards his house as a torrential downpour opened up from above.  His apartment was on the clear on the other side of town, so he decided it would be fastest to take his usual shortcut through the woods.  Soon after, visibility faded as the rain became a dense opaque blanket, and the howling winds that whistled around him slowed his sprint to a painstaking trudge.  With his hood fluttering in the wind like a cape, he pressed on as if he were a superhero fighting against all odds.  After what felt like an eternity and fatigue set in, the young man arrived at a seemly abandoned cottage in the forest, and quickly ducked inside.  Strangely though, all but the dining room lights were off and the place smelled of sex.  Creeping room to room, the shota called out asking if anybody was home, but got no response.  Soon, he entered the dining room and heard the sound of loud footsteps thumping around in the kitchen.  An eight foot tall woman in nothing but a bathrobe stepped out of the doorway with a teacup in hand.  Her large, fluffy brunette tail lightly wagged as she stared out the window, admiring the rain pattering against the glass.  Turning to face the dripping wet man in the red hood, the dire wolf’s mouth dropped as she stared in disbelief.
 
        “No way, Sven is that really you?  I haven’t seen you since our first year in college.  Please sit down, I’ll pour you some tea.” She instructed, hurrying back into the kitchen.  Returning with another cup of tea in hand, she asked what was up with the surprise visit.  After explaining about the rain, and apologizing for entering without knocking, the two went silent.  “So… last I heard you were going to become a priest for the Sabbath.  How’d that work out?” The dire wolf mumbled out.  
 
        “Uh, not too well actually.  I kind of realized that flat chest is a shit, not justice and all that.  What about you, Dandy?  You ever follow your dreams of becoming a journalist and reporting the truth, and all that jazz?” Sven replied back, taking a sip of his tea.
 
        “Nah, I’m pretty much a NEET now.  I occasionally take commissions for writing smut though.  But, um, I’m sorry about the whole Sabbath thing.  I know you were really into flat chested women. I’d know since, well, you know.”  She said, lightly feeling up her large bust.  Clearing her throat, Dandy abruptly changed the topic.  “I gotta say, you look really funny in that red hood of yours.  You cosplaying some new character I haven’t heard of, or are you just little red shota hood?” She snickered.  Chuckling along with her, Sven decided to run with the gag.
 
        “My Dandy, what big boobs you have!” He chuckled.
 
        “All the better to smother you with.” She quipped back, lowering the bathrobe from her shoulders.  
 
        “My Dandy, what a fluffy tail you have!” He said, this time his face getting a little red.
 
        “All the better to cuddle you with, my dear.” She replied, scooting closer to him and wrapping it around his waist.  Swallowing hard, his gaze shifter over towards Dandy’s well shaped posterior.
 
        “My, what a nice ass you have.” He stuttered, his face turning flush red.  “Oh god I’m sorry that must have sounded autistic.” He added, lowering his head.  Standing up and bending over, Dandy placed her ass mere inches from the shota’s face.  The pungent smell of sex filled his nostrils, as he took just one breath.  Taking part of his red hood, he dabbed at his forehead, making sure he wasn’t already sweating from arousal.
 
        “All the better for you to admire, my dear.” Dandy cooed, sliding her bathrobe completely off.  Then it hit Sven like a truck, his old dire wolf friend was in heat, it didn’t help that she still obviously had feelings for him.  However, Sven didn’t despair the inevitable, for he saw the justice in his predicament.  Firmly grabbing her behind, the shota asked if she was ready.  Dandy’s embarrassed expression and fast wagging tail was the only answer he needed.  With all the strength he could muster, Sven fell backwards onto the ground and pulled the dire wolf’s firm ass to land directly on his face.
 
        “W-what are you doing?” She asked.  “You’re supposed to dominate me, not the other way around.  I thought all that you’d use all that pent up lust to force yourself on me.” She barked.  Grasping Sven’s legs and rolling backwards she turned the tables, forcing him to be the one on top.
 
        “No see, I assumed since you’re about a good 2 or so feet taller than me and in heat, you’d be the one who’d dominate me.  That’s what mamono do, or do you not read your own smut?”  Sven questioned.  “Being the dom is shit, you’re supposed to treat me like a bitch and belittle my penis.  I mean I look like a shota for fuck's sake.” He shouted, before attempting to suffocate himself in Dandy’s large breasts.  Lifting Sven up into the air with one arm, and positioning his manhood inside her with the other, she then grabbed his hands and led them to her throat.
 
        “I’m kind of like a dog, you’re supposed to choke me and treat me like a pet.  You know, stroke my hair, and call me a good little girl.  I don’t want to be the dom, now just apply a little pressure with your thumbs.” She ordered.  Just then, Sven rolled sideways and flipped the tables on her before putting her hands around his throat.  
 
        “No, you choke me, petplay is an awful fetish.  Besides, everyone knows how these encounters are supposed to go down.  I’m just the defenseless shota who is pure from any sexual thought.  Start thrusting already, or do you not like me anymore?” He inquired, while letting his body go limp.  The argument between the two of who should be the sub only grew more heated with each position swap.  However, their livid screams of sexual frustration didn’t go unheard in the dark, stormy wood.  As lightning struck nearby, illuminating the cabin in a blinding light, someone chopped at the door.  Followed by another loud thud, and the sound of wood breaking, the door flew off its hinges with a large woodcutter’s axe still stuck inside.  There in the pouring rain stood a built minotaurus donned in plaid, towering over the two lovers who were now awestruck.  Before the dire wolf could blink, she was grabbed by the throat and thrown across the room, crashing into her couch.  Dazed from the attack, she was unable to dodge the minotaurus’ charge, and took a powerful haymaker straight to face.  Limp on the floor for only a second, she was picked up by her ankles and thrown once more.  This time into her dining room, met to the sound of tea cups shattering and table legs snapping in half.  Covered in scalding hot tea and jagged wood chips, Dandy struggled to keep consciousness.  Blood was streaming down from her forehead, all the while Dandy struggled, trying to comprehend the situation.
 
        “Don’t you worry little man, your friendly neighborhood lumberjack has got your back.  I won’t let the big bad wolf getcha.  Now then, I think I deserve a reward.” The lumberjack said, grinning ear to ear as she stared down Sven.  Sven violently flailed, kicking and punching attempting to escape from the minotaurus’ grasp, but to no avail.  Pinning Sven against a wall, she grabbed his member with one hand and began vigorously jerking him off.  After the lumberjack found his erection to be sufficient in size, she started to position it for insertion, but much to her surprise it went limp in her hand.  “Why?  Isn’t this what you wanted?  To be dommed and raped against your will by a strong, tall, beautiful lady?” She angrily asked, now rubbing his member against her abs.
 
        “No, I understand now!  It doesn’t matter whether you’re on top or bottom.  It doesn’t matter if you’re the forceful one or not.  All that matters is that you’re doing it with someone you love. Someone who genuinely cares for you.  Because at the end of the day, sex is just sex, and afterwards you want someone to cuddle and talking about life with.  In the past, I rejected Dandy just because she had a bigger bust and wasn’t forceful, but I was fucking stupid and didn’t see what mattered the most.  Even if I don’t love Dandy, I can grow to do so by dating her like a normal person would, and treating her with respect.  And for that reason, I refuse to lose my virginity to you!” He shouted, without a single sound of doubt in his voice.  The minotaurus scowled, unimpressed by his preachy monologue, and continued the assault regardless.  Furious, Sven managed to free one of his arms and land a solid jab straight to his assailant’s gut.
 
        “If you’re going to be a fucking brat about my kindness, maybe you need a little time out!” The woman in plaid screamed.  Firmly grasping Sven’s forearm with both hands, she made one quick movement as the audible sound of a bone snapping echoed through the cabin.  Blood began pouring from his arm, as the shota's blood curdling cries of pain awoke the unconscious Dandy.  Tears were streaming down his face, bone was visibly protruding from his arm, and the pain was unlike anything he could ever imagined.  “Now then, go on and get hard for your savior.  You wanted someone to play rough?  We’re gonna play rough.  It’s been months since I've gotten a good lay, and your squirming makes it all the more enjoyable.” She cooed, before throwing the shota to the floor.  Meanwhile, Dandy had regained consciousness along with a newfound sense of rage.  Gritting her teeth, she crawled over to the cabin door that had been flung off its hinges, and picked herself up off the carpet.  Wiping the blood that was streaming from her forehead, Dandy ripped the axe from wood, and grasped it firmly with both hands.  Limping over to the oblivious minotaurus, the dire wolf channeled every last bit of strength and rage she had into her arms.  
 
        “Hey bitch, hands off my friend!” Dandy yelled.  The enraged minotaurus turned around just in time to see the dire wolf with the axe raised high above her head.  “How’s this for playing rough?” She screamed, making a downward chop with the axe, cleaving into the lumberjack’s head.  Leaving the axe inside the assailant’s skull, the minotaurus slumped to the ground just seconds later. Dropping to her knees, the dire wolf delicately hugged the shota, as they cried into each other’s shoulders.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.  It’s all over, we’ll get to a hospital then clean up this mess.” Dandy sobbed.
 
        “Dandy, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry.  This is all my fault, I could ha-“ Sven’s sentence was cut off midsentence as Dandy gently planted a kiss on his lips.  
 
        “Don’t worry about it, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it later, right?” Dandy said, with a slight smile showing through her blood and tear soaked face.
 
                                                                A few weeks later
        Another bad storm similar to the one weeks earlier was passing through the area, as a slight knock was heard on the cabin door.  “It’s open, come on in!” a feminine voice shouted.  The door creaked open as an officer in uniform cautiously stepped inside.  Surveying the living room, he saw a large dire wolf comfily dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants.  A younger looking man was resting his head on her legs, and they appeared to be watching a movie of sorts.  The man in question had his arm wrapped in a large cast and sling, but he appeared not to be in any pain.
 
        “I’m sorry for the intrusion, my name is Officer Ken of the MGCPD.  We’re looking for any leads of a woman who went missing.  She used to work around this area as a lumberjack.  Her name was Sam Hunter, a minotaurus, around eight feet tall with short black hair.  Would you happen to have seen her or have any information on her whereabouts?” He inquired.
        “Sorry officer, can’t say I have, but why don’t you come and sit for a while?  We’re having beef jerky and steak for dinner.  Plus it’s pouring cats and dogs out there. You’ll be soaked to the bone if you stay out there any longer.” Dandy said with a gentle tone in her voice, while softly stroking Sven’s hair.
 
        “While the offer is tempting, I’m afraid May would… Say, is that the newest episode of “Not Another Chuuni Story”?  On second thought, my shift is almost over. Maybe I could stay for a little while.  I’ll just tell her I found a tasty looking lead.” The police officer exclaimed, taking a seat on the floor.  “I mean, miss Hunter had a history of violent crime and drug use.  She probably just got involved in deal gone wrong.  I mean what’s the worst that could have happened?”