Illustration: Alexander Crow

You stumble across this shirtless (and maybe pant-less??) wolf on your evening run. You were going to ignore him at first, but then your eyes meet and he offers you a small wave. It’d be rude to not say “hello” at the very least. Upon closer inspection, you get the feeling that he looks somewhat familiar… like you’ve seen him in the news, or online somewhere… or maybe you’ve passed him on your running route before and just never noticed until now.

Regardless, he introduces himself as “Alex” and apologizes for stopping you, saying he couldn’t help but try and talk to such an attractive individual. The sudden compliment catches you off-guard, but you manage to gracefully recover and thank him, offering a small compliment of your own.

He smiles at that, not a ‘thankful’ smile, but a confident one. He adjusts his poster on his perch on the brick wall, deliberately making a show of leaning forward and widening his legs to subtly offer a better view of his admittedly impressive bulge (or package). You can’t help but stare for half a second until the wolf asks for your name and you have to force yourself to look back up to his eyes.

You tell him your name and shake his hand when he offers it to you, noticing the warmth of his pads and firmness of his grip, and it didn’t go unnoticed either when his hand lingered in yours for a second longer than it should have.

You make pleasant conversation with Alex, all the while distracted with the wolf’s physique and the gnawing feeling like you’ve seen him before. On top of that, it’s getting more and more difficult to keep your eyes off his crotch while enduring his progressively less and less subtle flirtations.

And then it hit you, like someone flicking on a switch in the back of your mind; you realized why he looked so familiar. This guy’s the owner of a bar and stripclub and their videos are pretty popular online… especially the ones with him in it.

Images of the wolf balls deep in a rabbit girl half his size flowed unbidden into your mind and it’s become downright impossible to focus on the conversation. You remember how hard he fucked the rabbit. How unconcerned about anything other than his own pleasure he seemed. How he just used her like his own personal fuck-toy.

And how much she seemed to love every moment of it.

You notice you own arousal and he notices it too. He smirks and asks if you’re interested in taking the conversation elsewhere. You can tell by the look in his eye that he doesn’t mean it literally… he looks like he’d bend you over right here and now if you let him.

Only question now is; what do you do now?


::Note::
Found an old ych sketch concept collecting dust in my folders and decided it would have been a shame to never do anything with it. Plus, a lot of my Solo-Alex drawings have served as an “unofficial personal progress” check over the years… 

and he’s… pretty easy on the eyes…