This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Pup Training
"Oh, little pup, you really don't know what you've gotten yourself into now, do you?"
The vixen smirked as she stalked around her victim, the dim bedroom light shimmering off the gold glitter she'd brushed into her russet coat - solely for an extra edge of expense. Sal's victim, however, failed to enjoy the effect, blindfolded on her knees with a spreader bar keeping them nicely apart for her attention. The vixen giggled, a wicked little smile pulling at her lips. It had been a long time since she'd gotten to play with such a cute little wolf. But they were always better once they were completely and utterly broken into obedient little puppies.
Yinx sucked in a breath, heart pounding as those teasing fingertips ran over her shoulder blades. It was far from an erogenous zone, but deliciously erotic all the same when teased to the point that it seemed that the lightest touch to her clit or breasts could send her freefalling into soaring bliss. Had it been hours or less than one since she'd been bound, arms in a sleeve behind her back and tail hitched up and cuffed to the collar snug around her throat? It didn't matter. Time ceased to matter as she listened to the click of those high heels, breath catching in her throat as she tried to anticipate what would come next.
Yet she had never been one to guess correctly.
Pussy slick with her own arousal, it was not to be Sal's focus as the vixen crouched, leaning over so that her long, black hair brushed against the sweet wolfess' muzzle. Shivering and whimpering, Yinx leaned into the feather-light touch, which disappeared as swiftly as it made itself known to her.
But she was not to be left alone without the warmth of a feminine touch, even if it was followed by a cooler one pressing up beneath her tail. Tensing, the wolf automatically tried to lift herself away from the rounded tip of what could only be a dildo of some kind, but it was not to be escaped as Sal pressed down hard on her shoulder, keeping her from squirming away.
"Ah-ah." Yinx could imagine just how the dominant fox's face looked as she wagged her finger, reprimanding one who simply could not help herself. "Now that simply will not do..."
The meaning behind that sly little statement became clear as a shove to her mid-back sent her tumbling forward with a yelp. Yinx braced for impact, but her chest only hit a soft cushion, evidently placed there in the nick of time by her teasing 'abuser', her oh so very pleasurable abuser.
"There... Now, isn't that better?" Sal crooned, petting the top of the wolf's head as if she was a common dog, a family pet. "Wriggle as much as you like, pup. You're not going anywhere until I'm good and done with you."
Yinx whimpered, but otherwise swallowed any complaints that she may have had, though it would have all been for play, her passiveness in a situation that deliciously took away every drop of control she may have possessed. For she was possessed by another, at least for the evening, as that lubricated dildo nudged up again to her anal ring and bore down, slowly but surely.
The wolf clenched her teeth, striving to relax as she knew she should. It was slippery with lube, but she offered a little too much resistance as Sal pressed the flat of her paw to the base of the toy, murmuring soft encouragement as she eased it in. It wasn't as if she was going to be denied, however, and continued her pleasurable assault as the strain blossomed into pleasure as the toy ground up against some of the most sensitive spots inside her tail hole.
Head lolling back, Yinx whimpered, twisting and trying to yank her tail out of the cuff. But whether she was trying to wag it or clamp it down over her buttocks would not be seen with the appendage so neatly pulled up out of the way. Her cheeks burned. That her tail hole was so exposed was simply another dose of humiliation that sent a hot flush down her neck, that twinge of need in the pit of her belly rising to a fever pitch. For she needed it as much, if not more, than Sal was keen to deliver it.