Extort him. Make him work for your silence.
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You know exactly what you'll do. One look at his cute, lean little rear and that innocent look in his eye, and you know you're going to have to enjoy this.
You lean forward and lower your muzzle to brush against his ear. He visibly hesitates as you do, but he holds still. You begin to speak, quickly and smoothly, just a subtle whisper in his ear. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm not going to turn you in. Not to my colleagues, or my boss, or the cops or whatever. In return for my silence, though, you're going to do exactly what I say."
Without warning, you nip at his ear, burying your teeth in the soft, sensitive skin. You don't bite hard enough to draw blood anything, just enough to leave a mark and make him know you mean business. You release the nip after a few seconds and keep talking. "You're going to step away from the bar and make your way to the bathroom. You're going to take the stall farthest from the entrance, lock the door, and strip down. I'll be there in a minute."
You step back and lean against the bar, crossing your arms. You give him a little nod, making sure he knows you mean business. He pauses for a moment, but stands up and slips out into the crowd, headed for the back. You wait a few minutes and take a few sips from his barely-touched beer before following him.
You enter the bathroom and stroll over to the farthest stall, as he was instructed. To your delight, it's occupied. You knock lightly on the door and mention it's you, and the door barely opens an inch. Still, you get a good eyeful of what's inside.
The fox-boy stripped, as you requested, and it's almost better than you'd dreamed. The white fur of his face and throat run down over his chest, belly, and crotch. No matter how hard he tries to conceal his package, you can spot pretty clearly the petite sheath there, and his coinpurse balls beneath. His green eyes are open wide, looking at you expectantly.
You smirk and push you way into the stall, smoothly closing the door behind you. You notice his little pile of dispatched clothes on the floor- the t-shirt, shorts, and some boxers- which you promptly scoop up and tuck under your arm. He doesn't need them, anyway.
He's yours. What do you do?
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Phone, Wallet, Keys, Cinderblock Uniform |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Lion | |
