Doggy Style

A Were...What?

Antony's POV

Boy, oh boy, did I fuck up bad, or what? I would've thought that punching a stranger was going to be my biggest mistake of the day, but nope, I made Jose mad, which was, like, ten times worse. One does not simply anger Jose and walk away without getting cussed at, and I was no exception.

I nursed a glass of water and glared at the gross mutt that's laid on Russ' sofa as I waited for him to wake up. Stupid mutt, tromping around on my territory. I thought bitterly as the brat started to wake up. "Sup, mutt?"

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Dude, just...fuck you, man. Fuck you."

I scoffed at his pathetic attempt at a comeback and lean back against the back of the couch. "You're lucky my boyfriend is here."

"Is that so?" He replied with a squinty glare.

I chuckled quietly and shook my head. This pup clearly doesn't know jack-diddly-shit about intimidation. "Yup. If he wasn't, I'd've ripped your head clean off your shoulders by now."

The pup gulped and rubbed the heel of his palm against his thigh before standing up, or at least trying to.

"Shit!" He hissed as he fell back onto the couch, "Why does my dick hurt so much?"

"Yeah, that'd be my fault. Sorry." Jose apologised insincerely as he sauntered into the room, a can of coke in his hand. "So, what's this big secret that you couldn't reveal without jackass number two here bein' awake?"

I gestured towards the couch and waited for Russ to waddle in as well. "Okay, mutt, I'll go first." I stated with a glare towards the pup in front of me. "Jose, Russ, I'm a were-bear."

"A were...what?" Jose raised a brow and took sip of his coke. "Pfft. You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"

I mimicked his expression and leaned forward, my elbows rested on top of my knees. "Would you like me to prove it to you?"

"You're welcome to try." Jose said with a smirk as he swished his coke can around, almost as if it was wine.

I smirked and stood from my seat, pulling my shirt over my head as I took a step forward so I wouldn't crush the couch.

"I asked for proof, Antony, not a strip show." Jose rolled his eyes as I pulled off my pants and boxers, using a hand to cover Russ' eyes.

"Well, why not both?" I asked in return before forcing myself to shift into my second form. After thirty seconds, an abnormally large bear stood in the middle of Russel's living room, huffing and panting due to the physical exertion that was shifting.

"Well, rip my pants off and fuck me sideways...you were telling the truth." Jose said as his hand dropped from Russel's face.

I grunted and walked forward slightly to snuffle at Russ, who was doing his best to disappear in between the couch cushions.

"Is that where all the kinky biting in bed comes from?" Jose asked with a flirtatious smirk as he flicked my ears.

I huffed and shifted back, turning around to pick up my clothes and earning a smack on the backside from Jose. "Yup." I answered as I redressed, popping the 'p'.

Russ leaned forward and looked at I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-what-his-name-is. "Uhmm..."

I also turned to look at him, however a smug smirk was plastered onto my face. "Your turn, pup."