This choice: Follow Fang; it was time to get some sweet, sweet revenge... • Go Back...Chapter #5Follow Fang; it was time to get some sweet, swe... by: Dragonien   This was way too good to be true, the thought kept rolling around in Tyler's head as he darted up from his seat and began scampering his way across the food court to follow his 'mark'. He didn't know if this was some kind of hallucination, some act of god, or if he was just dreaming, but regardless of which it was, he was going to use it to the fullest.
It wasn't hard to catch up with fang, considering that he was almost 8 foot tall and easily stood out among everyone else. He saw the brawny beast of a wolf looming over a table of rather stacked, curvaceous women. He was obviously trying to put the moves on them, and all but one or two of the half dozen women were too busy staring and drooling at the massive slab of black furred meat in front of them to be listening to any of the cocky, corny pickup lines that Fang was slathering over them.
“You know ladies, come over to my place and i'll show you how to have a REAL workout” he would growl out with a smug grin, that left no doubt that he was making a sexual advance against them.
Tyler had other thing's in mind for Fang, however. With a faint growl of concentration, he gripped against the cell phone kiosk he was hiding behind, jaw clenched as he struggled to bring up that faintly painful sensation he had felt earlier, feeling it come on a bit easier this time now that he knew what he was looking for, so to speak, and focused his attention on Fang as hard as he could.
“You have more important things to do, blow off the girls, and tell your friends to scram”
Tyler stood there for several seconds, watching Fang simply stare down at the girls as they all chattered between him and themselves. And for a second he began to worry maybe he had just been imagining it, and started to feel stupid. Though that didn't last long as he overheard Fangs deep growling voice “Though I think we'll need to schedule that some other time, ladies, I've got some other stuff I gotta take care of today.” and then turned to the two fellow football players surrounding him and gave a quick growl to them both “And you two, scram, squirts. Fangzilla's got personal business to take care of.” The two stared at him for a few moments as if in confusion, considering he had been the one that invited them out to hang with him, but a quick growl and barring of the massive wolf's fangs sent the two nodding and backing off, giving a lingering wave before all but dashing away. Even his fellow teammates didn't screw around with Fang. He was a cocky jerk that was used to getting his way... and it had been a long time since anyone had dared to see what Fang would do if he didn't get his way.
“heehee… it works” Tyler said to himself, tail swishing uncontrollably behind him in amusement. He still couldn’t believe this was real, but was far too amused with the thought of what he could do to Fang to let something like disbelief get in his way. He had to stop himself and think, though. If this really was happening, and he really could influence everything Fang did… what should he have him do? Obviously revenge was the first thing that came to mind but so many different things that he could do to fang kept popping up in his mind that he couldn’t quite figure out which one to go with first. He didn’t have long to think about it, however, as Fang seemed to be deciding something on his own, and started walking off deeper into the mall, forcing Tyler out of his hiding spot to dash after him, quickly having to make up his mind.
Fang loved to humiliate Tyler, now it was Fang’s turn to be the one being humiliated, and by his own hands.
“You could use some new clothes, time to find a store and try some things on…” Tyler ‘thought’ to Fang, dashing from hiding spot to hiding spot and watching the wolf’s head jerk slightly in response to the suggestion. Within seconds he saw Fang starting to look around the mall, eyes lingering on various clothing shops as if debating whether to try there or not. Though each time Tyler would quickly pre-empt Fang’s own decision with one of his own.
“Not that one”
“Not what you want”
“Some other time”
But before long, Tyler grinned widely as he found the one that he wanted.
“Yes. That one…” He would whisper into Fang’s mind, grunting only faintly at the sensation of that dull throbbing in his head when using that newfound ‘power’ of his. Though he did start to notice that the more he was using it the less that it seemed to effect him, but he couldn’t figure out if it was because what he was pushing was easier or simpler, or if he was actually just getting better at it. Regardless, it was working as he intended, and as stealthily as he could, he followed Fang into the store that had ‘caught his eye’… Victoria Secret.
Tyler was terrified at the thought of directly humiliating Fang in front of people, lest he set the wolf off. It wouldn’t be the first time that Fang had lost his cool and beaten the hell out of multiple people, so instead he decided to try something a bit more… ‘subtle’, namely, getting anonymous evidence to post later. As stealthily as he could, he followed the hulking wolf into the store, thankfully Fangs massive presence made Tyler all but ignorable with everyones’ eyes clearly glued to the massive muscle-bound man walking around a women’s underwear store. With himself partially hidden behind a clothes rack, Tyler pulled out his cell phone and raised the camera up to follow Fang. Now just to implant the right thoughts in his head to get the best pictures…
“Which of these is the right size for you?...” He would whisper into Fang’s mind, watching him slowly start browsing his way to the back of the store where the larger sizes for the dragons and saurians were kept. The looming wolf idly thumbing across size tags as if trying to decide which one would fit, while none of the shop clerks seeming to have the courage to ask the wolf if he needed any help. A quiet click, followed by a second one signified Tyler taking pictures of the wolf as he browsed, still doing his best to keep himself quiet and unnoticed. Thankfully between Fang’s audible footsteps and the indiscernible mumbling of those in the shop talking about Fang those tiny clicks went unheard. Browsing wasn’t going to be enough, however, as he could easily just say he was looking for something for a girlfriend to wear, so Tyler decided to up the ante a bit
“How would you look in those skimpy bikinis?” Came another suggestion, Tyler clenching his jaw to keep the grunt of discomfort from becoming audible as he felt his thought sink into Fang. Again his head seemed to jerk ever so faintly, as if he had suddenly got an idea of his own, as he turned to look at the swimwear racks in the corner, and started making his way in that direction. What Tyler didn’t expect is on his way over to the rack, Fang reached down to grasp opposite hems of his shirt and started to peel it upwards. Those thick, powerfully meaty arms grinding against each other and his chest as they struggled for space when crossed as such, biceps and forearms bulging almost obscenely as inch after inch of hard, thin black fur covered muscle was exposed. Within seconds, Fang’s shirt was off and carelessly draped over one of his shoulders, leaving the behemothian lupine naked from the waist up, exposing that herculean physique of his (To a few audible gasps from the women behind the counter.)
With his shirt now off, Fang picked up one of the larger bikini tops and held it up infront of his meaty pectorals, holding the cups of the bikini up against his chest as if comparing how much of those thick slabs of muscle could be covered by the thin, stretchy fabric. The straps looked like floss compared to his shoulders, and even if they were stretchy enough to encompass the girth of his shoulders, the sheer width of his torso made it look unlikely that fang would even be able to pull the thing on. Bikinis made to engulf melon sized tits too small to encompass the sheer girth of the muscular wolf’s torso!
Tyler found himself, of all things… becoming aroused. It wasn’t so much the whole bikini aspect of it, as it was just the sight of something normally considered quite large, looking so small compared to Fang. Tyler had always been a small guy, so he had been used as comparison for a lot of things. And though he’d never admit it, and even despite that it was blatantly obvious, he’d always wanted to be bigger. Not just normal sized, but huge, massive like Fang or David, just so that he could be the one making things look small for a change. Call it living vicariously through Fang, call it an attraction to Fang himself that Tyler refused to admit, it was hard to tell. All Tyler knew was that the sight before him was turning him on. He wouldn’t lie, at least not to himself, He’d always found Fang hot. The sheer immense size of him was undeniably so… but Fang’s personality rubbed Tyler in such a bad way, not to mention the torment directed at him, that that attraction had always been buried beneath his distaste for the wolf, himself.
And now he felt conflicted… Of course, Revenge was still fresh in his mind, this was the best opportunity for it he’d ever get. But on the other hand, this was probably the only chance he’d ever get to be able to enjoy that massive body… and at least have some say over the personality that came with it…
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