Clicking through the alleyway is a black cat–apparently a young lady trying to take a shortcut to get out of the rain. Slung over the feline’s shoulder is a rather hefty bag filled with all sorts of goodies. Like everything the feline devises, it is a trap, and someone is about to take the bait.
A large man emerges from the back entrance of one of the dilapidated buildings, his topless form scarred and fat, his eyes glowing with malicious intent. “Hey, pussy cat,” he grumbles, “You got catnip in that bag or something daddy likes tucked away?”
The cat stumbles back, pressing a back against the wall. In that little summer dress, there isn’t much of the lithe body that isn’t left to the imagination.
“Damn,” the man says, stepping up and towering over the feline. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine. I always thought black cats were bad luck, but today’s my lucky day.” He snickers, cracking his knuckles. “Now, hand over the goods… the bag or your body.”
The man leans in, placing a hand upon the quivering cheek of the feline. “Oh, I’m going to have a lot of fun with yo-oaaah!”
The man slams against the opposite wall out of nowhere. A black-furred figure bares its teeth with his arms pressed against his throat. Toned muscle shows off the solid frame of the warg’s body, with the only covering over his impressively sculpted back being his billowing red scarf.
“What the? R-Rex!? What are you doin’ here?”
Rex lets go of the man and nods. “Ah, you know me. Reckon’ you know how this goes?”
The man grits his teeth and throws a punch toward the warg. Rex dips underneath him, throwing a punch straight into the man’s stomach, sending him flying against the wall, coughing, sliding down, and passing out.
“Oh fuck…” the damsel whispers. “He’s hot.”
Rex rubs his knuckles and turns around, offering the cat a hand and a smile. “You okay, little lady?”
“Oh fuck,” the cat whispers. “He’s a himbo.”
“Pardon?”
With a throat clearing, the rescued kitty lets on a kind and feminine voice, accepting the hand and the firm grip that comes with it. “Thank you, kind sir. I’m most grateful for your rescue.”
In reality, this buffoon has knocked out the lead for the feline’s guild quest. There’s no way to get information out of him at this juncture. It’s quite the annoyance, indeed.
“Shucks, t’aint nothin’.” Rex shrugs. “Can I walk ya home or anythin’, miss?”
When one opportunity closes, another opens. That’s a proverb any good thief, adventurer, mercenary, and slut would live by. And this feline can vent a little frustration by playing into this wolfy’s misconception. So, the cat flutters lashes, hands behind the back, and says, “Oh, you’re my hero, Mister Rex. That’s a powerful name you have. So kingly. By the way, my name’s Adrian.”
“That’s a pretty name, miss!”
Adrian purrs. “You think my name’s pretty?” His tail swishes back and forth. “Is there… anything else you think of me?”
Rex blinks but then offers his hand to Adrian once more. The feline, of course, glances downward over his muscled frame and down between his legs. Many men try to hide their arousal, but hardly anyone can get past Adrian’s cock sense. He bites his lip, imagining the shape of the thing that could pitch a tent like that at half-chub. “I reckon you need some companionship.”
“You reckon correctly,” he purrs, hooking his hand around Rex’s. “And I’m happy to give you some as well. Now, shall we head to my place?”
“Yes, miss!”
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Rex whistles, standing in the large foyer. “This is some place you got here, miss Adrian!”
“It’s the perks of the business,” Adrian admits, shrugging. “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he says, pulling away from Rex, slipping out of one shoe and then the other. “I’m a member of an adventuring party, and my companions are all out for the evening.”
“S’that so?” Rex says, rubbing his chin.
No red flags seem to be rising in his mind. Of course, with Adrian turning on his heel and swaying towards the stairway, the cat knows how distracting he can be. “You coming?”
Rex hops to attention and makes his way up the stairway, his eyes fixed away from the grandiose building and his hostess. Once they make their way down the hall, there is a door with a picture of a black cat painted with a warning: “Adrian’s Room—Enter at y our own risk.”
“That’s darn cute,” Rex says, “But why the warnin’?”
Adrian opens the door and slinks inside. “Oh, no reason,” he says, dropping the pretense of a female voice.
Rex’s ears perk up, but he doesn’t react any other way. Adrian is emboldened to continue his facade and says. “Come on in, tall, dark, and handsome, and let me give you a reward you’ll never forget.”
Rex enters, and Adrian slips a  sign on the door containing a winking picture of the cat and a note that says, “Plowing Ahead—do not disturb.”
Adrian’s chamber is relatively simple. A comfy bed, a little vanity, and a closet to hang things up. The cat paws over the bed and brushes his fingers down over the unmade mattress. “I don’t usually make my room up to impress guests,” he says, shrugging.
Rex barks, tossing off his scarf and draping it over the vanity. “‘Sfine by me. I’m already impressed.”
Adrian cannot repress the deep purr welling up from his chest. His whole body vibrates at the handsome and considerate warg standing tall over him. The cat bites his lips and turns to pat the bed. “Why don’t you sit down on the edge, big guy, and I’ll get on your lap? I can be pretty flexible, you know, and, well, I’m much more fond of feeling hard things on my soft, soft tushie.