"Almost done.. Yip" he says, his vulpine sound difficult to mask, giving away his species now.
The manager snarls "Pet you need to finish now! Bubbles, go check to see who's in the stall and then we'll notify his owner"
"Sure boss" comes a deeper sound from the other.. (okay so maybe it's not a wolf John thinks, pondering on that but not for long as the stall door rattles with the sound of a beating fist)
"Pet you got exactly two seconds to finish up in there, no move!" the other says in an ursine growl.
John rolls the toilet paper, making noise and depresses the plunger with his black silken paw, flushing the toilet while cringing as he crawls over the probably unclean floor into the adjoining stall, see now how the other fox reached him noting that there is a magazine holder here which he stands on quickly, balancing on his padded toes.
A click is heard and the stall door is slammed open as the bear makes a "huh.." sound stopping for a moment and scratching his chin, clearly not the brightest of bears. "boss, he got away"
"Idiot, check the other stalls, he probably just crawled under" barks the wolf harshly.
John holds his breath and prepares to make a run for it as the clumsy but strong bear breaks open the stall door. Damn he was huge, or maybe it's because John was much shorter now.. although that didn't matter as he ran for it "Boss, I see him.. unf! hey come back heres" grunts the bear as John tucks between his legs and makes a run to freedom almost reaching the restroom exit when..
The wolf grabs him by the scruff of the neck, painfully causing John to yelp and kick his feet as he's lifted to eye level with the wolf, ears tucking back now as he sees the manager snarl.
"Let me go!" John whimpers out again
"Well, well look what we have here.. and a stray too at that" the wolf remarks, tracing a single claw along John's neck where his collar should be.
"What should we do with him Boss? Been a while since we caught us a stray" replies the Bear.
The boss responds thoughtfully and with a dangerous grin aimed at John "I think we should make him our servant pet. We could always use another fox around the place, especially to... take care of our clients.." smirking as he speaks that last part.
While the two ponder this John kicks out savagely, "Yip! I'm not your pet you dirty wolf!", his large foot paw nailing the wolf right in the groin, making him yelp but not enough to make him relinquish his grip "Arf! Why you little.. ! Here, hold him down!" the wolf barks angrily tossing John to the bear who easily catches him in steel paws, pinning him to the floor.
"Boss.. what do you have in mind?" says the big bear, keeping one knee planted on John's chest.
"Drag him to a stall." Looking at John as the bear lugs him to a stall keeping his head close to the filthy opening by the floor, causing John to turn and cringe, trying to bite at the bear.
"Fox you have a dirty mouth and it needs to get cleaned" replies the wolf walking closer and unzipping his pants as he sighs relieving himself all over the fox's face. John cries out, whining and yelping as the piss coats his muzzle and fur, soaking in as the wolf marks him.
"Yip! Stop!" He screams out..