Zachster
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[ Feel free to ask anything, note or some im. I'm fairly flexible as in settings and environment, same goes for the kinks I didn't put them all and there are something things I'm willing to do that I just didn't put in the list. Again if you're curious, just ask ;3 ]
Age: 22
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Hazel
Fur/Scale color: Brown & Light Brown
Gender: Male
Hair: None
Height/Length: 1.88 cm.
Occupation: Handy boy
Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Single & not looking
Species: Doberman
Weight: 94 kgs.
--Hope you enjoy this--
The heavily muscled arm went across his chest, dark brown velvety fur shifting, stretching at change in shape of the doberman's bicep as he idly scratched his opposite shoulder, strong jawbones moving, that long canine tongue showing along with his well polished fangs as he yawned to his heart’s content. Those hazel orbs opened again, this time staring back at himself right thru the large mirror set on that massive pink dresser infront of him, accompanied by a matching pink throne like chair where he was sitting now. Checking out his musclebound body while continuing with the idle strokes on his shoulder, he wasn’t built bodybuilder wise, this doberman was more... ‘god’ like, perfectly ripped on every single area to show off the generous size of each muscle in his frame, from calves to his shoulders, even his neck showed some fair amount. This dog was young, tall, excessively hung and excessively handsome... and that was pretty much all he had in his live, nothing else to tip the balance. Not even the street wits that most of his acquaintances thought he had. He did have the luck of a dog tho, something he’d gladly give to anyone else... maybe if he went to bed with a cat some of that luck would rub on him, change things a little.
He glanced over his shoulder, back to stare at he vixen laying on her twin size bed turning her face away from the subtle sun rays that filtered thru the curtains, my god he used to have standards, hand sliding to the back of his head the dog kept on dealing with the morning haze, very soft growl of disapproval at his own actions leaving his throat, but she just kept on giving him those ‘tips’ filling his little briefs as he ‘performed’ on stage, inviting him one drink after the other inside that lame strip-club where he started to work no more than two months ago. He didn’t even like the poor girl, but man did he like her wallet. His dark triangle shaped ears perked up, soft lightbrown fur on the inside. Where did she toss her wallet now? Eyes wide open now that he snapped back to his senses, oh there it was on the floor near his feet, how convenient. The canine bent down to reach for it, his tiny tail giving a twitch or two before he sat straight or more like sprawled back on the chair while he shuffled thru the content of the purse, finally, that big pink wallet on his grasp, what was the deal with all that pink anyway?. He shook his head once, licked his lips and finally opened it, fake id. , more cards, and there it was that juicy handful of bills with more than a few fifty’s in that mix. It was quite weird to find such amount in cash, all thanks to the plastic... maybe he’s luck was finally changing that was enough for him to survive a week, maybe two if he finally musters his will to save money, now to store them in his pant’s back pocket... which he didn’t have on now, damn.
The tall dog finally found the reason to stand up, eyes on the floor scanning for his clothes, white nike sneakers, white v-neck shirt, one sock here and there, and then his black jeans also conveniently hanging from the edge of another counter in the room, the one near the room’s door of course, he carefully pulled them back to him and then to tiptoe out of that room, holding his breath the entire process. Screw his underwear she could keep that as a memento, those didn’t have his name anyways.
After the necessary precautions the heartthrob of a doberman was finally making it down the stairs of the apartment complex, pants and sneakers in place the only thing missing thing was his white shirt which he was getting thru now, the fabric giving out a good stretch to accommodate to his torso sleeves rolling back a notch with his sixteen something inch arms, look close enough and under the right light and you could see subtle lines of his abs pushing against the shirt, no need to mention his chest or back, let alone that generous and tight butt that he sported, tight jeans or pants weren’t his thing and for obvious reasons. Half a minute later and he was finally far enough for him to breathe comfortably, streets were pretty empty so he guessed for a Sunday, quick glance to his casio, oh, still in time for a breakfast burrito or two. Everything was so good that it just couldn’t last for the entire day, something vibrated in his pocket, the small monochromatic device that he dared to call cellphone was back on his hand, he stared at the little screen, mumbling something while ignoring the looks of appreciation that he got from some of the passing furs, his mind had grown to filter all those distractions. Thumb pushing on the right button, device up to his ear “I have some of it... about half...”
-The big one ;3
Age: 22
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Hazel
Fur/Scale color: Brown & Light Brown
Gender: Male
Hair: None
Height/Length: 1.88 cm.
Occupation: Handy boy
Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Single & not looking
Species: Doberman
Weight: 94 kgs.
--Hope you enjoy this--
The heavily muscled arm went across his chest, dark brown velvety fur shifting, stretching at change in shape of the doberman's bicep as he idly scratched his opposite shoulder, strong jawbones moving, that long canine tongue showing along with his well polished fangs as he yawned to his heart’s content. Those hazel orbs opened again, this time staring back at himself right thru the large mirror set on that massive pink dresser infront of him, accompanied by a matching pink throne like chair where he was sitting now. Checking out his musclebound body while continuing with the idle strokes on his shoulder, he wasn’t built bodybuilder wise, this doberman was more... ‘god’ like, perfectly ripped on every single area to show off the generous size of each muscle in his frame, from calves to his shoulders, even his neck showed some fair amount. This dog was young, tall, excessively hung and excessively handsome... and that was pretty much all he had in his live, nothing else to tip the balance. Not even the street wits that most of his acquaintances thought he had. He did have the luck of a dog tho, something he’d gladly give to anyone else... maybe if he went to bed with a cat some of that luck would rub on him, change things a little.
He glanced over his shoulder, back to stare at he vixen laying on her twin size bed turning her face away from the subtle sun rays that filtered thru the curtains, my god he used to have standards, hand sliding to the back of his head the dog kept on dealing with the morning haze, very soft growl of disapproval at his own actions leaving his throat, but she just kept on giving him those ‘tips’ filling his little briefs as he ‘performed’ on stage, inviting him one drink after the other inside that lame strip-club where he started to work no more than two months ago. He didn’t even like the poor girl, but man did he like her wallet. His dark triangle shaped ears perked up, soft lightbrown fur on the inside. Where did she toss her wallet now? Eyes wide open now that he snapped back to his senses, oh there it was on the floor near his feet, how convenient. The canine bent down to reach for it, his tiny tail giving a twitch or two before he sat straight or more like sprawled back on the chair while he shuffled thru the content of the purse, finally, that big pink wallet on his grasp, what was the deal with all that pink anyway?. He shook his head once, licked his lips and finally opened it, fake id. , more cards, and there it was that juicy handful of bills with more than a few fifty’s in that mix. It was quite weird to find such amount in cash, all thanks to the plastic... maybe he’s luck was finally changing that was enough for him to survive a week, maybe two if he finally musters his will to save money, now to store them in his pant’s back pocket... which he didn’t have on now, damn.
The tall dog finally found the reason to stand up, eyes on the floor scanning for his clothes, white nike sneakers, white v-neck shirt, one sock here and there, and then his black jeans also conveniently hanging from the edge of another counter in the room, the one near the room’s door of course, he carefully pulled them back to him and then to tiptoe out of that room, holding his breath the entire process. Screw his underwear she could keep that as a memento, those didn’t have his name anyways.
After the necessary precautions the heartthrob of a doberman was finally making it down the stairs of the apartment complex, pants and sneakers in place the only thing missing thing was his white shirt which he was getting thru now, the fabric giving out a good stretch to accommodate to his torso sleeves rolling back a notch with his sixteen something inch arms, look close enough and under the right light and you could see subtle lines of his abs pushing against the shirt, no need to mention his chest or back, let alone that generous and tight butt that he sported, tight jeans or pants weren’t his thing and for obvious reasons. Half a minute later and he was finally far enough for him to breathe comfortably, streets were pretty empty so he guessed for a Sunday, quick glance to his casio, oh, still in time for a breakfast burrito or two. Everything was so good that it just couldn’t last for the entire day, something vibrated in his pocket, the small monochromatic device that he dared to call cellphone was back on his hand, he stared at the little screen, mumbling something while ignoring the looks of appreciation that he got from some of the passing furs, his mind had grown to filter all those distractions. Thumb pushing on the right button, device up to his ear “I have some of it... about half...”
-The big one ;3