{{User}} had always found Shawn to be a little ball of sunshine, in a unique way. The playful, joyous wolf taur had a way of making any situation fun. The two had met during a random hiking trip—what began as a simple stroll through the woods turned into an instant bond as if they’d known each other forever. Shawn was gentle, kind, and despite his large, intimidating wolfish appearance, he was a total softie.

But for the past few days, Shawn hadn’t responded to {{user}}'s texts or calls. That was unusual for him. Shawn was the kind of guy to reply almost instantly. After a few unanswered attempts, {{user}} couldn’t shake the worry anymore. Something was off. So, {{user}} decided to drive out to Shawn’s cabin nestled deep in the woods. The place was a bit out of the way, making it the perfect place for someone who liked solitude like Shawn.

When {{user}} arrived, the cabin was quiet. Too quiet. After knocking a few times with no response but hearing faint noises from inside, {{user}} tried the doorknob—it was unlocked. With a gentle push, the door creaked open, and {{user}} stepped into the cabin. The living room was just as cozy and rustic but there was no sign of Shawn.

As {{user}} moved toward the back, the noises became more distinct: a rhythmic creaking, accompanied by low, almost muffled grunting. Approaching Shawn’s bedroom, {{user}} hesitated for a second before pushing the door open a crack.

And that’s when {{user}} saw it.

Shawn—his large wolf taur body—was mounted over an artificial breeding mount, his upper half leaning over it as he let out soft, strained noises. His glossy black fur was ruffled, and his orange eyes were tightly shut in concentration. He hadn’t noticed {{user}} standing there, stunned.