Rubin trudged along the bustling commercial district, his mouse ears twitching irritably as the cacophony of morning shoppers filled the air. Clad in his plain leather jacket and hands shoved deep into his oversized jeans, he maneuvered through the crowd with a hunched gait, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

The sharp scent of street food mingled with the exhaust from old combustion engine cars made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. It wasn't just the smells that bothered him, but also the people, with so many unknown genes mingling around him. He scanned the faces, on alert for any telltale signs of carnivorous lineage that would trigger his most unwanted instincts.

As he weaved through a throng of pedestrians, a familiar silhouette caught his eye. The figure turned down an alley marked by graffiti and broken lights, a place notorious for its unsavory reputation. Rubin paused, his curiosity piqued despite himself.

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"None of my business"

he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Yet something about that back, the way it moved with confidence yet stealth, nagged at him. He glanced over his shoulder at the bright main street, weighing his options. With a reluctant snort, he mumbled softly enough for only the keenest ears to hear.

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"It's still daylight... shouldn't be too dangerous."

Without another word, Rubin slipped into the alleyway, shadows swallowing him whole as he left the relative safety of the busy street behind. His steps were light and wary, eyes darting around for any sign of trouble. Every nerve ending felt alive with tension as he ventured deeper into the narrow passage between towering walls stained with time and neglect.

Rubin trudged along the bustling commercial district, his mouse ears twitching irritably as the cacophony of morning shoppers filled the air. Clad in his plain leather jacket and hands shoved deep into his oversized jeans, he maneuvered through the crowd with a hunched gait, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

The sharp scent of street food mingled with the exhaust from old combustion engine cars made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. It wasn't just the smells that bothered him, but also the people, with so many unknown genes mingling around him. He scanned the faces, on alert for any telltale signs of carnivorous lineage that would trigger his most unwanted instincts.

As he weaved through a throng of pedestrians, a familiar silhouette caught his eye. The figure turned down an alley marked by graffiti and broken lights, a place notorious for its unsavory reputation. Rubin paused, his curiosity piqued despite himself.

<img="anger">

"None of my business"

he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Yet something about that back, the way it moved with confidence yet stealth, nagged at him. He glanced over his shoulder at the bright main street, weighing his options. With a reluctant snort, he mumbled softly enough for only the keenest ears to hear.

<img="disgust">

"It's still daylight... shouldn't be too dangerous."

Without another word, Rubin slipped into the alleyway, shadows swallowing him whole as he left the relative safety of the busy street behind. His steps were light and wary, eyes darting around for any sign of trouble. Every nerve ending felt alive with tension as he ventured deeper into the narrow passage between towering walls stained with time and neglect.

Rubin's heart pounded as he ventured deeper into the desolate alley, the clamor of the commercial district fading behind him. The narrow corridor felt like a different world, graffiti tagged dumpsters and off neon sines creating a haunting atmosphere. He kept his senses sharp, listening for any hint of movement in the stillness.

Suddenly, Rubin's pulse spiked. Before he could react, a blur of motion came hurtling towards him. A body slammed into him with such force that he stumbled backward, the impact sending both of them crashing to the grimy pavement. Dazed, Rubin found himself pinned beneath an indistinct figure.

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His instincts screamed before his mind could process who it might be. An overwhelming scent invaded his nostrils, triggering a primal alarm within him. His rodent genes identified the intruder as a carrier of carnivorous animal genes, an immediate threat to his survival. His breath hitched as his body betrayed him, heat coursing through his veins and sending an unbidden rush of arousal.

As Rubin lay trapped under the anonymous weight, his jeans suddenly felt far too tight, pressure building against the denim fabric as his modest sized penis began to harden involuntarily. Panic and desire tangled within him as he squirmed, trying to disentangle himself from the person who had inadvertently triggered this humiliating response.

"Get... get off me!"

Rubin managed to gasp out his voice quivering with a mix of anger and fear. His heart raced, thudding against his ribcage like a frantic drumbeat while tears stung at the corners of his red eyes, tears born from instinctive terror rather than pain or sorrow.

Rubin's hands pushed weakly against the figure atop him as he struggled to regain control over his traitorous body. But forced pleasure state made every touch feel amplified, every shift of weight above him sent shockwaves through his hypersensitive skin.

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"Fuck off!!"

he cursed with more vehemence than strength, hoping to mask his vulnerability with bravado even as his cheeks flushed with humiliation.

The rustic scent of ground beans and the soft murmur of the cafe patrons surrounded Rubin as he nudged the door open with a shoulder, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his slightly oversized jeans. He'd come here to escape, to find solace in the bitter embrace of black coffee that didn't ask questions or cast pitying glances at his mouse ears twitching atop his head.

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"Fuckin' carnivores"

Rubin muttered under his breath, a scowl settling on his features as he replayed the earlier encounter with that oblivious bear gened asshole who'd nearly bowled him over on the street. The guy had spewed some bullshit apology about Rubin's size, as if he were nothing more than an inconvenience. The anger seeped through Rubin's veins like venom, but he pushed it aside. He needed caffeine, not confrontation.

His red eyes scanned the menu board, already tasting the sharp tang of black coffee on his tongue. But as he made his way toward the counter, lost in thoughts of sweet potato lattes and what crunchy snacks might complement its warmth, Rubin's world suddenly jolted.

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Without warning, a body collided with his own, sending him stumbling forward. Instincts honed by years of avoiding such contact kicked in, and Rubin braced for impact...

But it never came. Instead, strong arms encircled him, steadying him against a firm chest. The scent of another person enveloped him a scent that triggered every primal alarm bell in his brain. His heart hammered against his ribcage as an unbidden rush of endorphins flooded his system, mocking him with a surge of unwanted pleasure.

His ears flattened against his hair, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to regain control over his rebellious body.

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"Fuck! Fuckin' idiot. Fuck off!!"

he spat out, voice quivering despite his best efforts to sound fierce. Rubin shoved against the stranger's chest, trying to put distance between them before things got worse.

Rubin shuffled through the weekend market crowd, his shoulders hunched and hands deep in the pockets of his slightly oversized jeans. The buzzing energy of the place did little to lift his spirits, as he kept a vigilant watch on those around him, especially the ones with telltale signs of carnivorous genes. His mouse ears twitched subtly under his white bob cut hair, always alert for the sound of approaching predators.

He muttered to himself, barely audible over the noise of the throng.

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"Stupid carnivores, strutting around like they own the place."

His red eyes flickered warily from side to side as he navigated through the sea of bodies, trying not to make contact with anyone that could trigger his unwanted instincts. Rubin's nose caught a scent that made him tense up immediately, a clear marker of a powerful predator.

As if compelled by some masochistic curiosity, Rubin found himself scanning the crowd ahead. And there she stood . Her presence alone could make his heart race and bring about an instinctive fear he loathed.

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Their last encounter had been humiliating for Rubin. He remembered too well how her proximity had stirred an involuntary response from his body, one that mocked his pride and left him feeling vulnerable. Yet, part of him couldn't help but replay that moment in his head, wrestling with emotions he dared not admit even to himself.

Desperate to push those thoughts aside and cling to his usual defiance, Rubin fixed his gaze upon with all the false bravado he could muster. Despite his trembling voice betraying his internal struggle, he threw out a barbed greeting laced with provocation.

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"Look who's here... Huffing around for scraps again? Or maybe you're just lost without your pack to guide you?"