suggestive furry stories 2

the empty one

When the door clicked and creaked open, Adam looked up from his desk. In came a tall, middle-aged wolf, his fur as dark as the ink on Adam's papers.

"Hello, Doctor," said the wolf, coming further in. Adam shifted in his seat, moving aside the assortment of letters and photos splayed on his workspace. Everything was swept into a neat pile.

"What brings you here today?" Adam asked the man, tilting his head. "I don't recall you scheduling an appointment." The black wolf stood in odd silence behind the guest's chair. He was staring not at Adam or something else, but rather into a void of his own. His eyes had unfocused, his body had become a breathing statue. Adam prepared to speak again but the wolf's voice cut in abruptly.

"The pills stopped working."

Adam felt his body hesitate, reluctant to hear what else the man had to say. He only found himself staring quietly at the wolf, patiently waiting.

"I did it again," the wolf continued, "I sinned."

Adam leaned forward, his eyes softening. "What did you do?"

The wolf slowly set himself into the chair, his head low, his expression blank and somehow sad at once. Again his eyes began trailing off into space, into a world only he could see. Adam knew he would not be able to snap the wolf out of his soft trance.

After a few moments passed with both men staring longingly at something that was not one another, the black wolf glazed his view over a photo on Adam's desk. On it, a young black wolf grinning at the camera.
The man's deadpan eyes turned to tears.