His car, in the back alley.

From Create Your Own Story

Everything moves quickly. The two of you shove your way through the crowd until you reach the backdoor, right out into the alley. By the time you both step into the alley, his hands are all over you again. He easily rips off your shirt with one clawed hand as the other delivers a rough slap to your rear. Blood rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment, but you force your shame down.

He guides you to the side of a worn-down truck and climbs into the driver's seat before lifting you up and in as well. You find yourself balanced, sitting on his lap with your feline muzzle brushing up against his canine one. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a deep, complex kiss, assaulting your senses with his warmth, scent, and presence before you. His tongue invades your own as his paws are busy on his own clothes, swiftly yanking his jacket off and tossing it to the side. He's wearing a tight white undershirt underneath, damp with sweat around his underarms and clinging tightly around his form, but that quickly comes off as well, revealing his gorgeous upper body for all the world to see. His musk positively surrounds you, but it's nothing compared to what you're expecting from the thick package between his legs.

Then, it comes. The wolf lifts you up just enough to kick off his own jeans, revealing powerful, toned thighs and thick tufts of fur around his lower belly and crotch. He's donning a white jockstrap, but it couldn't hope to contain his package. You can see just about everything: the thick, endlessly warm sheath with damp dollops in the white fabric at its tip, as well as the heavy balls underneath.

You know you can't hold back any longer. Your fingers grasp tightly around his jockstrap and rip it down, baring the monster between his legs for your full observation. His cock must be only halfway emerged from his sheath at this point, but its already a horror to behold. It's a deep shade of crimson red, outlined with thick, visible purple veins all through the shaft and tip. The visible portion of his cock, only half-hard, is already thicker than your own. Shame twinges in some portion of your heart, but it's nothing compared to the instantaneous lust clouding your vision.

The wolf looks at you expectantly, a confident, easy smirk on his lips. He spreads his arms and places his hands behind his head, allowing you to take him all in.

What do you do?

• Ride him.
• Worship him, one lick at a time.