You straighten yours stance and resume looking around. That mouse does not matter, even then, he is not big enough to actually give you any pleasure. As you walk past the restrooms, you hear something, a loud crash and some screaming. The door slams open, the small mouse bolting from the room and down the hall in a panic. You watch him, unsure of how to react. With thundering steps, a massive male wolf jumps from the restrooms in a predatory stance and charges, without looking, and rams full on into your waist. He stumbles and falls on his rump, slightly dazed and looks up to you. However, even though you are slightly sore, it did not frazzle your nature. Being a predator, you are used to taking hits as well as giving them. The wolf stands and glares up to you.
"What do you think you are doing? Get out of me way!"
He could have easily moved around you, but decides that he is more important. You do not back down though, and guard your position as a power adversary and even more powerful creature. The wolf starts to growl, shifting slightly. He seems really impatient, possibly because you caused his snack to escape. Taking a defensive stance, the wolf looks back into your eyes.
"Fine! If you won't move, I'll make ya move!"
A sudden punch hits your core. You are unfazed, your rock hard abs taking the blow like a bubbling bouncing off a window. The wolf tries again, aiming for your sides, and yet again fails. It only seems to anger him as you scoff, none responsive. He suddenly notices your package and throws a strong kick into your sack. A slight ping of discomfort hits you, but you refuse to show it. Did he really think that smashing your balls would hurt you? You grew up with them and definitely grew to resistance of pain. You look down at the wolf, who is still giving out frail strikes. You sigh, taking your tail, and side bash him. He yelps and slides across the hall, slamming into the wall. He stands, falls and shakes his head, attempting and failing to stand again. He is definitely dazed, if not having permanent brain injury. You walk over to him, able to get a good look at the male as he gets his bearings.
He is roughly six feet tall, actually quite large for his species. He is a classic light grey and white underbelly, with a darker tail and ears. He has pale blue eyes, like a husky, and rich muscles sprouting on his arms and legs. You notice his hefty package, the sheath being a good seven inches across and his balls look like a good ten inches each. You spy a lanyard, with a blue card on it. He is a male contestant, and possibly searching for some easy prey. However, he found you and that is a big mistake. He looks up, his eyes swirling. He might be like that for a few minutes, making him an easy target. But there is to many people around, and you pull him into the restroom, hoping no one walks in.
You have a choice that may impact your reputation, but may also bring around plenty of females. You can cock vore him, even though he is large, he is still small enough to be taken by your shaft. Or, you could spare him, possibly give him a good wallop and leave him or someone else to deal with.
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