“Alright, just breathe, Steven. Here we go.”
After pressing the doorbell and hearing it resonate inside the house in front of him, Steven stepped back off of the front step and waited for a reply.
As he waited, the sixteen-year-old wolf, Steven Marshall, reflected upon the reason why he was waiting outside the door of the Hamilton family.
Quite simply, it was a girl: Roxanne Hamilton.
She was, without question, the school’s most attractive girl. Her figure was legendary, and she had the eye of every boy in the school because of it, including Steven’s.
The bright red vixen was an absolute treat to look at. Her eyes were like big green emeralds, and often sparkled with mischief. Her rear-end was rather large, and stretched her jeans. But when it came to clothes stretching, nothing did that like her enormous breasts. Basketball-sized and far larger than any 16-year-old should have had, they bounced enticingly as she walked down the corridors of the school, dishing out pretty smiles and winks that could make a grown man cry.
But any prospective suitors had been reportedly scared away almost instantly by her father, Rusty. Steven had seen many guys who had attempted to go out with her appear the next day in school, wide-eyed and visibly shaken, as though they had some form of PTSD…
Steven snapped back to reality from his reverie as he heard heavy footsteps approaching the door from inside the house. Quickly, Steven smoothed out his hair and checked his breath.
Still fresh. Good.
A large, reddish-white shape suddenly became visible through the glass in the door, the door handle turned…
… And there was Rusty Hamilton.
Ho. Lee. SHIT.
Steven had heard many tales of the formidable Rusty Hamilton going around the school. Apparently, he had been the lead guitarist for a rock band twenty or so years ago… White Finger or something.
He truly was an absolute monster of a fox. All of the stories of his size were coming true before Steven’s eyes, whose pupils now resembled pinholes in paper. At a good 6 foot 3, Rusty loomed over him, filling up the entire doorway with his broad shoulders. Wearing only a pair of stonewashed grey jeans and, strangely, a pair of tartan slippers on his feet, he was naked from the waist up, which gave Steven a look at the muscle which rippled all over his body. He could easily have passed as a professional wrestler, or a bodybuilder.
Rusty’s deep, Scottish voice rumbled like nearby thunder. His enormous arms folded slowly across his huge chest, making his biceps resemble red rugby balls.
The fox’s bright blue eyes were staring right at Steven, giving him the sensation of being X-rayed, or at least, he assumed he was being X-rayed, because those eyes were so unnaturally fierce that he couldn’t hold the foxes gaze for more than a second.
Finally, the young wolf summoned up the last of his faltering courage and spoke to Rusty.
“I, uh, I-I’m here to see Roxan…”
That was as far as Steven got before Rusty snorted, releasing a great amount of air from his black nose, almost like a horse. The suddenness of it, as well as the loudness, cowed Steven into silence.
Rusty unfolded his arms, and pointed to the spot where he was standing just inside the door.
Without another word, the enormous fox turned, walked back into the house and up the stairs three at a time, his clomping footsteps echoing around the house.
Steven cautiously stepped over the porch and into the lobby of the house, as if expecting a landmine under the carpet. From upstairs, he could hear Rusty’s deep voice:
“Roxanne, yer date’s here.”
As Roxanne’s voice moaned at her dad, Rusty did a thing that, given his first impression of him, Steven was not expecting: he laughed.
“Honestly, Dad!” Roxanne’s voice came from up the stairs, and Steven could hear her moving about, even over Rusty’s laughing. “Do you need to do that with every boy I go out with?”
“But… but…!” Rusty spluttered with laughter, appearing at the top of the stairs and pointed down at an utterly bewildered Steven. “The look on his face was pure priceless, mun! He shrank about two feet and his eyes were like pissholes in snow!”
Next to Rusty, the beautiful face of Roxanne appeared, crumpled a little with annoyance as she looked at her father. Breathing out a sigh, she turned to look down the stairs. “Hey Steven, I’m almost ready!”
“Uh, okay!” the young wolf replied, as her face disappeared again. His face broke out in a small smile. This was half to do with seeing Roxanne’s face again, and half to see how vastly different Rusty had become since he had started laughing.
As Rusty came down the stairs, Steven noted that the smile lit up the fox’s face. He was still 6 foot 3 and made of solid muscle, but he looked a hundred times more friendly and approachable than he had at the door.
“I’m sorry about that, lad,” Rusty said, reaching the bottom of the stairs and approaching Steven. “That’s jist ma wee joke that I like to play on lads like yersel’. You wouldn’t believe the amount o’ them that see me are jist like “Oh, uh… wrong house!””
He laughed, and Steven laughed along with him. Relief washed over the young wolf like waves over sand at the beach. Rusty wasn’t so bad, after all! Perhaps those stories that he had heard about the fox’s perceived sternness and brutality were unfounded…
But Steven’s thoughts were entirely removed from Rusty when his daughter walked down the stairs…
Roxanne Hamilton strutted down the stairs, and, in Steven’s opinion, she was the absolute picture of teenage beauty. Denim and black were the main colours in her rather retro-looking outfit, with her black mesh top and black tights highlighting her amazing curves, and her denim skirt and jacket sat nicely over the whole ensemble. Her big breasts bounced tantalisingly with each step downwards that she took.
“Hiya, Steven!” she said as she reached the floor. She sounded perky and excited, and a big smile decorated her lovely face. Steven forced himself to concentrate on Roxanne’s large dark green eyes, which were sparkling marvellously. He forced himself to study their depth and brilliance because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from studying her massive hug-bumpers…
…and if he did that, then Rusty would surely notice and his mum would wonder why his face had come to resemble a badly-made pizza!
“Uh, h-hey, Roxanne!” Steven noticed that Rusty had fallen completely silent behind him, and he could feel those bright blue eyes on the back of his head like they were laserbeams. “Y-you look nice!”
“Oh, thank you!” Roxanne beamed sweetly, looking the wolf up and down. “You’re looking nice as well, I see!”
“Oh, yeah, no, yeah, I, uh…”
“Oh, shoosht!” Roxanne silenced Steven by bending over forwards slightly to adjust her denim skirt, offering an amazing look at her fat titties.
“And where are yous going?” said Rusty, looking down at his daughter, arms folded again.
“Off to the pictures, same as usual!” Roxanne smiled at her father.
Unfolding his thick arms, he held them out, and Roxanne gladly fell into his embrace. A smile came to Steven’s lips as he saw Rusty’s face break into a genuine warm smile as he hugged his daughter.
They let go, and Rusty kissed Roxanne on the forehead.
“A’rite, babe, yous have fun now.” Rusty said, as Roxanne opened the door. “No’ too late, you hear?”
“Of course not!” she smiled at Steven. “Come on then!”
The young wolf made to follow Roxanne, but he was halted when he felt Rusty place a big hand on his shoulder.
“I trust ye’ll look after her?” Rusty said quietly.
“O-of course!” Steven replied shakily, unnerved due to the fox’s quietness. But that shakiness was nothing compared with what was about to happen…
“Aye,” the fox said, clamping his hand down on the young wolf’s shoulder. His voice was barely louder than a whisper, and as chillingly cold as an Arctic breeze. “You will.”
For the next few seconds, Steven endured that crushing grip on his shoulder. He didn’t cry out, he didn’t try to escape and he didn’t try to fight back, despite the pain. He bit his lip to prevent even the slightest whine escaping, even as he felt Rusty’s big fingers around his collarbone.
The moment passed, and Rusty, feeling that he’d made his point, let go of Steven’s shoulder. Before he could recover the feeling in his shoulder, Rusty had shoved him lightly in the back (it was like a Clydesdale horse colliding into him) to get him out of the door. He stumbled forward and down the front steps of the house, coming to a halt next to Roxanne.
“Did he do the shoulder thing?” she asked, sounding like she had asked this question a thousand times before.
“Jesus!” Steven said through gritted teeth, wincing as he rubbed his shoulder. “Feels like his hands are portable car-crushers…”
Beside him, Roxanne made a ‘tch’ noise and rolled her eyes.
“He does that with every boy I go near.” The busty young vixen took Steven by his uninjured arm and led him down the path through the garden, her giant tits jiggling with every step. “But don’t worry about your shoulder – I have a couple of pillows that should help!”