The Alpha and The Baker

by Roxie Ray

Chickens also didn’t care, but that wasn’t surprising considering they were mini-dinosaurs. Heavens knew that if they were human-sized, they would probably give us shifters a run for our money. Thankfully, none of our roosters had the ability to be alphas, so we were safe. I had to admit, I did get kind of lost in thought about a world where were-poultry was a thing,

“Man, this smells so good,” Felicia said as we sat down, doing that little wiggle some women did when they were enthusiastic about what they’re going to eat. I loved that it was a little trait that spanned species, from shifters, to humans, to dogs, to guinea pigs. There seemed to be some sort of inherent,

primordial wiring that said happy plus food equaled wiggles.

“I feel like so many folks today look at a person and judge everything about them in a few moments. So much so that they don’t see an actual person at all.

Already, my body was responding, my cock so hard I was surprised the button of my jeans didn’t pop off and ricochet around the room like a cartoon bullet.