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"SIT!" she yelled, her face stern and fiery. Her eyes blazed with...annoyance? Anger? Rage, even? The wolf's ears pinned flat against his head, and he sat on the bed with his hands on his lap like a good boy. The feline walked over to him, her stern gaze not breaking for an instant. Her hand grabbed hold of his shirt by the collar and pulled his face to hers, holding that stern eye-contact. His face wilted into one of remorse, the wolf willingly putting himself at her mercy; he'd upset her badly. She then shoved his chest, forcing a yip out of him as he flattened against the bed behind him. He blinked and looked down, his ears reddening considerably as she fiddled with his belt before pulling the leather strap free of his pants.

"Roll over," she commanded him firmly, her tail twitching around behind her in clear agitation. The wolf obediently rolled over, bending over the bed and pressing his face down against the fabric. He bit his lip and closed his eyes in embarrassment as she then yanked his trousers down around his ankles. SNAP!! filled the room loudly, the wolf yelping in surprise and pain as he felt a welt begin to rise on his rear-end. He looked back with fear and pain on his face, the wolf a little shocked that she was actually spanking him with his own belt. He deserved it, of course, but the very idea was surprising, to say the least. SNAP!! echoed in the room once more, the sound of his belt smacking against his ass reporting back at him from the walls. "Count it, bitch!" she yelled at him before SNAP!! He yelped loudly and whimpered, "Th-three...!"

She growled at him, "You're due for another seventeen at least. I put myself out there for you out of everyone and then you try to cut my hand off." He whimpered, "I'm sorry...It was a really badly timed joke..." SNAP!! sounded the belt off his ass once more, and he yelped "FOUR!" in response.

At this point, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell all this is. Well, suffice to say it, our wolf and cat friends are both quite upset. With the wolf. Y'see, the wolf's a bit of an idiot. Here's what happened...

Ashley was sitting there with her friends Joe and Sarah. Ashley was a cute, petite, bubbly little kitty girl. She was an excitable girl for those she trusted, eager to have fun and play around, and she tended to add random z's to her words for the hell of it. Her fur was grey all over, from her pointy feline ears to her soft, claw-sheathing paws, and all the way down her body from her breasts to her fluffy tail. They were out hiking in the foothills near the town of Ruther's Ferry, where Ashley and Sarah lived together. "Mmm...Ashley, I'm looking forward to resting my head on those fluffy pillows of yours when we get there," called Sarah. Sarah was a vixen with a luxurious coat of ruddy red fur. Her arms and legs had the typical "black glove" look which seemed almost real with how her silky coat shimmered in the sunlight. Sarah was a very sensual vixen, eager to have fun in almost any way she could manage. And she was very much in love with Ashley.

"You girls don't need to use euphemisms around me. I know damn well what you guys are doing when I'm not around, after all," said Joe teasingly. Joe was a fluffy wolf from out of town, a friend of theirs they had met a while back. The wind caressed and ruffled his thick, all-white fur, and his tail danced from side-to-side as he trekked through the sparse trees of their chosen path. They had decided to spend the weekend up at a cabin further up in the foothills near Mount Helsa. It wasn't that impressive of a mountain, really, but it was a mountain nonetheless. They'd been teasing him mercilessly with the prospect of watching their lesbian love-fests...and even with the potential for some participation! As such, his mind had thus far been almost permanently in the gutter and it seemed as though the vixen, at least, was keen to keep it there. Ashley, despite being completely lesbian, had warmed up to him somewhat, and even seemed interested in the idea as long as he remained passive, whatever role he took.

"Maybe notz, but it's funz to watch you all squirmzy," Ashley said with a mischievous grin, her tail-tip flitting through the air as she played with her food. She leaned over on the vixen as they hiked, purring happily at the warmth of her lover. The vixen looked back at the wolf and the smirked before swatting the cat's rump. She gave a soft shriek and giggled, while the wolf just huffed a little bit as they intentionally teased him. "You guys are making me SO jealous..." he said with his own little smirk. "That's the idea," cooed Sarah softly, "We want you all horny and hard. It's more fun to mess with you like that!" He grumbled a little bit while the girls tittered at his debacle.

After a couple of hours of hiking, they arrived at their destination. They set their stuff down and set up sleeping arrangements. Naturally, the lady-lovers took the bed for themselves while mister dog-house was set up on the couch. Joe looked around at the cabin, appraising the structure he was going to be staying in for the next few days. It was a sturdy, cozy cabin, constructed of fastened logs. The furnishings were relatively simple and a bit worn from age and use, but were relatively comfortable. A couple of wooden stools sat in the corner next to a plain, round wooden table. In the middle of the room was a beat-up couch, its cushions torn and lumpy, with a leather recliner sitting at its flank. The handle had been broken off years ago, a little wooden stub sticking uselessly out of the side of the padded chair. The bed was off in the far corner, sitting a couple of feet from the other wall so that both sides could be accessed with ease. A cast-iron wood-burning stove sat in the other corner, cold and dark for now, and a large table sat beneath a window by the door, arrayed with various odds, ends, and tools for various uses.

"Naturally, you getz the couch," said Ashley, sticking her tongue out at the wolf. "Naturally," he responded in kind, smirking back at her. "And no funny ideaz, either, or Sarah here will kickz your asszz and throwz you in the lake!" she threatened, her voice serious in that way that only cats could make sound adorable. The wolf coughed a bit, but his ears flattened and his tail slowed its wag; he knew well enough that the vixen could and would kick his ass if given a reason to. She was a scary woman, taller than average and built with surprising strength for a vixen. Add in a will to use it in VERY creative ways, and she was one woman he hoped he never pissed off. Sarah said nothing, just winking over at the wolf. Like Ashley, she intended to have a lot of fun with the wolf over the weekend. Unlike Ashley, the Vixen didn't care much who or what her partners looked like or what gender they assumed. She had her fun, and that was that.

Sarah suddenly looked a little panicked and started looking through the belongings they had brought frantically. "Oh no..." she said. "Oh no no no no no....dammit...no no no, DAMMIT!" she chanted to herself as she tossed things this way and that in search of something she didn't share with the other two. Ashley just tilted her head a bit and watched her lover curiously, and Joe blinked curiously before asking, "Didja forget your toothbrush?" Ashley shot him a look like "You moron..." before Sarah stood up and said, "I'm gonna have to go back into town. There's something really important I forgot to bring with us." She was heading right out the door as Joe asked after her, "What did you forge-ah she's gone. Well then."

Ashley merely twitched her tail around, standing silently and pondering what her lover might've forgotten that was so important. Of course, important to HER was probably some super-awesome-torturey-sex-toy or something. She blushed a little bit, but smiled. When Sarah got passionate, things got REALLY fun. She playfully teased the wolf companion, "Hey, maybe she'z getting another strap-on soz we can spit roast you togetherz!" Joe tossed her a smirk, "Well, I wouldn't put it past her. I'm sure spit-roasting me is probably pretty high up there on your shared fantasies." Ashley giggled a little bit. She'd been a lesbian for as long as she could remember, and....events...had only conspired to make her distaste for men even stronger, but something about Joe just made her comfortable with him. She'd even been curious about possibly playing around with him herself, so long as he let her run things and kept his hands pretty much to himself. "Yum yum yum yum, kitty's having wolf tonight. Yum yum yum yum..." she started to sing as she unpacked a few things. The wolf shot her another smirk and similarly began unpacking as well.

"So...I've been thinking about some things," she suddenly said in an uncharacteristic tone of voice. It was...serious, and didn't have a bunch of z's thrown into it! He looked up and she had his full attention as a result. "Sarah and I have been talking about things and I'm thinking about...at least for a while...acting more normal. And stuff. Y'know. No more z's and what have you. Sarah says people think I'm retarded or something, and...well, I'd normally tell someone "andz you can goz to hellz!" or something, but..." She hugged a blouse to her chest, the train of thought fairly obvious. It was a personality trait fairly central to her, but one she was willing to change because she loved Sarah. "So yeah, she's totally the retarded one. Hell, she still gets worked up over her last boyfriend sometimes, and he treated Sarah like shit when they broke up!"

Joe just chuckled, having gotten a bit distracted by thinking about Sarah's ex-boyfriend and how she was still kind of stuck on him despite how badly he treated her. Lying...manipulating...generally being a horrid person. As a joke, he replied, "You're both retards. But then so is pretty much everyone in the world." The cat looked at him funny, though he couldn't see it. "So I'm retarded either way then?" she asked. To the wolf, it sounded like she'd caught that he was joking and was just playing along, and so he nodded firmly, keeping the joke up, "Yep." He grinned and walked over, reaching up and petting her between her ears, "Good retarded kitty." He blinked as she replied "You're mean...." He lowered his paw and saw her face, twisted into an uncharacteristic frown. Indeed, she seemed really quite upset with him. His ears pinned back a bit as he realized something: he'd messed up. Big time. The cat pushed him out of the way and stormed outside in a huff.

Joe stood there in the middle of the room for a minute or so, wincing a little and feeling miserable that he'd already messed things up with his lesbian friend just as she was really starting to open up to him. The feline had been uncomfortable around men ever since....well, she had a damn good reason to dislike men. And he wilted, realizing that he'd done little to help matters by basically calling her a retard, even jokingly, when she was trying to ask his opinion on whether she should change for someone she cared about. His opinion had been important to her and he'd practically spat in her face.

The door to the cabin slammed open suddenly, the wolf yipping loudly in surprise. Ashley was standing there, looking at him with the eyes of a predator. They were all predators, of course, but her eyes really put the fear of prey into him. The wolf had a fear born of guilt, knowing she was deservedly angry with him. He whimpered apologetically, submitting himself to her righteous fury. "SIT!" she suddenly commanded, her face all stern and allowing for no disobedience. Like a good boy, he took a few steps backwards and sat on the edge of the bed. And this, of course, is where we came into the story.

"FIFTEEN!" he whimpered pathetically, the wolf's rear-end reddened even through his thick, fluffy fur. Ashley was holding his tail straight up in the air after he'd tried to use it to guard his poor, pinked, unprotected posterior, the wolf unable to keep his dignity before the ferocity of her punishment. He writhed in pain as she slammed his belt down on his ass once more, all but screaming, "SIXTEEN!" He regretted, at this moment, that he refused to wear smaller, thinner belts. He'd insisted that he wore only thick, weighty belts. And now he was paying for that! "SEVENTEEN," he practically sobbed.

"You're lucky I don't claw your eyes out!" she yelled at him, the cat still as furious as when she'd started. Perhaps even more so as she unleashed a rage she'd bottled up inside of her since those years ago. She'd been raped, the men apparently trying to cure her of her lesbianism. She'd been humiliated, knowing how she'd never be able to get justice against them. And when she'd failed to press charges, seeking to not be permanently disgraced by the event, her own friends cast her out because "she clearly wasn't a lesbian. She'd liked having those men gang-rape her, or else she'd have pressed charges." Her friends had recently come around and were making efforts to repair things, but the rage she'd felt at the injustice of it all had never left her. It had only burrowed itself deep inside, waiting for the right moment to come out. This poor, hapless wolf found himself the deserving victim of that rage now.

"N-NINE-T-T-TEEN!" he sobbed helplessly as she slammed the belt into his welted rear-end once more. He cried pathetically into the bed, fingers gripping tightly at the covers his face was smooshed against. When the final, twentieth stroke fell, it burned terribly. His backside felt as though she'd set it aflame and as though he'd never be able to sit again. It was bruised and terribly sore. But his punishment wasn't to end there, apparently. He whimpered like a cub as he felt her pull his wrists painfully up into the air, the feline tying them together tightly with the belt. He whimpered a little more as she tugged on the leather strap to tighten it as much as possible.

"Wh-what are you...d-doing?" he moaned. "SHUT IT," she commanded, pulling him up by his bound wrists and forcing him to stand. She then turned him and forced him to walk over to the couch, the wolf almost stumbling several times with his pants now down around his ankles. He grunted as she shoved him down, forcing him to sit on the couch. "You're going to sit there like a good boy, or so help me you're going to wish you'd never met us," she growled toothily at him. He merely nodded quietly, too distracted by the burning sensation of his rump pressed painfully into the lumpy couch. She suddenly, unexpectedly, sat in his lap, straddling his legs and grabbing his member fully; she'd tugged his underwear down earlier, leaving him bare down there except for what his shirt covered.

The wolf moaned pitifully, worried she was going to rip his dick off or something. Instead, she merely squeezed it roughly a few times, then moved her other paw down to grab him by the balls. The wolf was sure she was going to render him just as male as she and her lover were, waiting for the moment her rough kneading stopped and for the screaming to start. But it never happened. Instead, his sobbing moans became softer as his member plumped up and his sheath began to retract. The cat wasn't looking him in the eyes, or anywhere other than his firming member. The wolf felt humiliated that he could get aroused despite being beaten by the very same female. His member poked out of his sheath, already an angry red and twitching as the fleshy, fuzzy covering began to retract. He yipped as her thumb pressed firmly to his tip, whimpering with renewed vigor as she rolled it there without letting up on the pressure.

Ashley continued to work his nethers, disregarding his embarrassment and discomfort. She intended to take her recompense from him, to turn him into a dildo with legs. His penis eventually got just between rock hard and steel rod. He whimpered a little bit and she shifted forwards a little. She reached down, pulling her pink skirt up with one hand and forcing her panties aside with the other. She released her skirt to grab him by his twitching member, lining herself up and then sitting down on him. Her eyes closed, the feline softly moaning as she began to fill herself up with the canine girth. She felt a strange mixture of feelings run through her at that moment. Panic, as the old memory of being raped came back to her, disgust at having her body violated by a male, but at the forefront...power. She felt powerful, forcing this male to submit his body to her pleasure. The wolf wasn't the most muscular of men, but he was still a powerful killing, breeding machine that she'd subjugated.

Her rump rested against his thighs, Ashley rocking her hips from side to side and feeling how he filled her up. She had to admit, it was definitely better than a dildo! But it was still attached to a male, and that made things much less appealing. Or at least it normally would. But this male she needed to punish. And besides...she did like him, despite his distinctly male failings. He was fun, for the most part, and never tried to force himself on her or over her. He'd always let her just be her, and she'd appreciated that. She'd come to trust him...indeed, this wasn't so far off from what they'd teased him with in the past: that maybe she'd try playing around with him, but only if she got to be on top and if he submitted to her. If not for that, she'd feel disgusted with herself for doing to him what those fucking pricks had done to her years ago.

The wolf, for his part, was feeling a similar, albeit separate conflict. He was confused as hell, his member gloriously trapped inside of her tight, warm silkiness. It felt absolutely heavenly. His guilt, his discomfort, and the fact that she was basically raping him, of course, made him feel totally bewildered about the entire thing. It was...admittedly...rather hot. And even though she probably wouldn't be back for hours yet, the idea of Sarah walking in and finding her lesbian lover dominating the hell out of the wolf-guy ran through his mind. His member throbbed intently inside of Ashley, and he moaned with the mix of pain and unsolicited pleasure.

Ashley reached up with one hand, grabbing herself by her breast, while the other moved from holding her panties aside to run her fingers on her button. She'd found herself getting strangely horny as she'd spanked him, her nethers already damp and slippery by the time she'd gotten him to the couch. Her panties where pretty much ruined when she'd pulled them aside. She leaned back a bit, moaning to the ceiling as she ground his member inside of her and gently rubbed at her clitoris. The tingling sensation made her want to giggle a little bit, but it quickly converted into a more erotic caressing feeling. The kitty cat moaned and began to roll her hips, shifting his member slowly inside of her. Her fingers continued to rub and roll at her clitoris, the feeling getting stronger and more intense. She bit her lip, and her cunny squeezed down on the wolf inside of her involuntarily.

Joe moaned himself, his pinned ears flushing with combined embarrassment and arousal. His member throbbed away inside of her as she began to slowly ride him, the feeling already rather intense due to the incredibly strange nature of what was happening to him. He'd fooled around with a female or two before, but they'd never taken charge. And they'd certainly never done it so thoroughly! He huffed a bit, his chest sucking in breath and then forcing it back out loudly as she made his lower body tense up. His muscles tightened up down there, then released, making him shift around inside of her. He began to press upwards with his hips, getting into it a little.

She grabbed his muzzle and squeezed it a little, making him yelp muffledly. "You will stay still. I'm leading this rodeo," she said fiercely. The wolf shrank and gave a pert, obedient nod. At least as much of one as he could give with him holding his sensitive muzzle so firmly. Her fingers released him, and her arms reached up under the back of her blouse, undoing her bra with practiced motions. Her bra came loose inside of her blouse, and she reached up in the front with one hand to grab and squeeze a little at her liberated breast. The other hand reached down between her legs, her fingers parting so she could cup her sex where it wrapped around the male beneath her. She ground her palm into her clitoris, rubbing back and forwards at her petals with her fingers.

The wolf bit his lip and did his best to remain still. He found it remarkably difficult to do so. The pulsating pleasure coursing through his lower body made him want to buck his hips up into her. To grab her by the hips and mate with her to completion. But she wanted to control matters, so he resisted the urge. Even though she was basically raping him, he was okay with it. He'd always found her attractive, and the idea of her sating her curiosities on him was more than titillating. So even though it was without his consent, he didn't mind.

Ashley began to pant a little as her pace quickened, the cat rolling her hips with increased vigor. Her palm ground firmly against her clitoris, and she moaned as the pleasure rolled through her in waves. Her breathing quickened, and so did her pace. She could feel a familiar warm feeling beginning to suffuse her lower body, pulsating and radiating as the feeling grew. Her panting intensified, and her rolling hips began to lift up off his lap as she bucked and rode her submitting friend. "Oh fuck...J-Joe...I'm gonna cum..." she moaned to him, her domination slipping to the side as the pressure built up inside of her.

Joe, similarly, felt the pressure building up inside of him. He panted hoarsely, his balls beginning to tighten up against his body as his own orgasm approached. "G-gonna...c-cum to...kitty cat..." he admitted. The wolf worried a little that she was going to deny him orgasm, but was pleasantly surprised when she nodded and began to lean on him. "G-go ahead..." she moaned as she rode him, giving him permission despite her earlier furor. The negative moment had been forgotten, the urgent need of release taking over them both.

Ashley panted harder and harder, her breathing taking on a voice that rose higher in pitch until that warm feeling seemed to take over and control everything. Her eyes shot open, and she felt the floodgates open. "OH FUCK!" she screamed. Her fingers pulled away from her sex, two of them pushing hard on her clitoris just as her climax hit. It hurt. It hurt so good! She screamed her pleasure, her back arching like a drawn bow. Joe similarly moaned loudly, the wolf's eyes going a bit funny as his knot swelled up uselessly outside of her body. She clamped down around him, his member throbbing angrily in the final moments before he too released.

The two howled their pleasure to the hills in the midst of their twin climaxes. Her cunny milked him as he released inside of her. They weren't protected, but it didn't matter much. Their difference in species made it more difficult to conceive and they'd brought plenty of contraceptives anyways; Sarah had fully intended to make use of Joe and they all hated condoms!

Their orgasms eventually subsided, Ashley's bowed back releasing the arrow. She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug. All had been forgiven, it seemed! The wolf couldn't really return the favor--his arms were still bound by his belt, after all--but he nuzzled her cheek affectionately, happy to cuddle with her in their shared afterglow. "Feeling better?" he asked her. "Y-yeah," she mumbled. "The real thingz iz better than dildozez," she admitted. She pulled back a bit and grinned impishly at him, "But women iz still better loverz, and I'mz still a lezzy." He grunted and rolled his eyes with a wry grin. "Yeah yeah, I know," he said, leaning forward to nosebump. "I guess you could just call me your 'build-a-better-dildo,'" he said with a chuckle. Ashley leaned forwards and giggled at him. She then whispered, "Ya thinkz Sarah willz be mad thatz I got you firzt?"