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Tess never envisioned herself having any kind of apprentice.

There was a time, back when she was still a timid, little male named Ricky that she would have given anything to be an apprentice to a mistress or a master so that she could have learned their trade and saved her relationship with Hannah.

Now, it had been almost an entire year since Ricky first downed an enchanted drink, and her life as Tess only kept on getting better. The transformation that took place on that fateful evening had fixed almost every problem that Tess ever had, despite it only being directed at the problem of reviving romance. Now, Tess couldn't imagine ever going back, and with her grip on Hannah even tighter than ever, she was able to continually explore her own sexuality. It seemed an obvious thing, but Tess had lived her entire life before as Ricky, and had that much of a lifetime to discover himself; she'd only been Tess 360 days, so naturally, there was still a lot of exploring left to do.

Most of it involved Hannah.

"I...I really don't think I'm cut out for this, Tess...I don't think I can do it," Hannah admitted. The female jaguar had taken to Ricky becoming Tess like a fish to water, and all of her was grateful for the change, when all was said and done, but every single day, it seemed that Tess was coming up with a new way to push her sexual boundaries, and once again, Hannah found herself just a bit hesitant to accept the terms.

Tess, as usual, wasn't concerned with that. "Then you're overthinking it," she replied plainly. "Besides, this isn't about whether you can or not. You have a promise to keep to me, and that means we're bringing home some manmeat tonight."

Hannah always felt a pleasant thrill run up from her loins and through her tummy whenever Tess took the reins sexually. There was something about the demanding nature of the wolfess that always sent Hannah into a pool of lust, one that she would happily drown in almost every time. "Do I at least get to pick my own outfit?"

"Of course not. Why do you think I had you put on a miniskirt this morning?" Tess asked, giggling to herself for a moment. Most days, Tess didn't care what Hannah was wearing around the apartment, but today, just to get her pet into the right mindset, she'd ordered Hannah into a miniskirt and a tube top right from the get go, leaving the petite, but curvy jaguar wrapped up nice and tight, like a present to be unwrapped. All she was missing was the bow on top, and Tess was happy to think of just how hard she could make a man work to unwrap the package that was her feline pet.

Hannah was trying not to quiver, her knees almost knocking together as she thought over the plan, over and over again. She was used to Tess taking the lead and domineering her, and she _loved_that, but she couldn't imagine taking control of another male. That was the conundrum that put Ricky and Hannah on ice in the first place, and now, Tess was asking her to revisit that old wound...

...This time, however, there was no way that Tess would let Hannah off the hook so easily.

"You should really just relax and enjoy the experience, Hannah. It's a lot easier if you do," Tess admitted. "Besides, you helped me dominate Skylar last week, and the only difference there was that she didn't have a dick..."

Hannah didn't think she could relax, but where she felt herself drifting from Ricky towards the end, she constantly found herself being drawn further and further into Tess, and the world of sexual depravity that she represented. "I-if you say so..."

"I do," Tess quickly replied, "And we're running out of moonlight. You think you're about ready?"

Tess was opening the door and stepping out of the apartment before Hannah could reply. "Yes! I'm coming!" She called out, her heels clacking against the tiles of the kitchen floor as she didn't dare to leave Tess waiting.

Tess and Hannah had stayed in their apartment for quite some time now, and didn't ever see themselves moving out of it. They were so centrally located downtown that it was a miracle they didn't pay more than they did for rent, and the plethora of bars that existed on either side of their part of town made it easy for them to try a new joint almost every week if they wanted to, if not every day. They had their favorites still, of course, and every once in a while, Tess would pay Becky a visit at "The Occult," just to see how business was going, and to thank her again for the mystical drink that changed her life in the first place. Tonight, however, the pair would be visiting the place that Hannah used to go as an escape, "The Drunken River," knowing that there would be an endless selection of males looking to score a quick, easy lay on a Friday night.

They'd never expect a pair of predatory females to come into the bar and force them to their knees.

"Remember when we came here the other night and you almost peed yourself just trying to walk home?" Tess reminded her mate, as they made their way down the stairs and out of the apartment building. Hannah was flushing before Tess even finished speaking, almost certain of where the wolfess was going to go with the story before she even started.

Why is it that everything she brings up feels like it could become my fetish? Hannah wondered, as she glanced the other direction, hiding the bashful look upon her face. "Y-yes, I do remember that...I remember how we picked up Skylar that night, too..."

Tess couldn't help wagging her tail as they walked across a rather empty street. It was just before the college was back in session that summer, and so, things were relatively quiet compared to how they'd be in about a month. Hannah actually relished in that thought, quite enjoying when the students were out of town and not running amok all night at the bars, but Tess had plans for the college crowd, and for Hannah, when they did finally return.

Tonight, their focus would be on just one male, instead of several.

"So...just what kind of guy are we feeling tonight, Hannah? I think it'd be fun to dominate a cute little guy..." Tess suggested, as she held the door open for her pet, "But I know how you are. All about the big, beefy guys that aren't afraid to take control, grab your ass, yank your hair and pin you to the bed..."

Hannah thought her cheeks might burst into flames before the night was over, especially if Tess kept on talking in such a demanding and lewd manner, but it didn't help that Tess really did know her inside and out, and before she'd gone on her little adventure to find a dominate female for just one night, she'd been looking for a man who wasn't afraid to show her who was the boss in the bedroom.

"Why...why don't we make a compromise?" Hannah asked, giving Tess a curious sort of glance. Even speaking back to the wolfess was generally cause for punishment later, but the reaction Hannah got wasn't the one she was expected.

"And just what do you mean by that?"

Hannah took a seat over at the old, run down bar, just like she'd done so many times before, and simply tapped the bar top. She was such a regular that her presence alone meant a drink was coming, and usually, it was for free.

"Why don't we look for a guy who appears average? Not too beefy, not too small...not overly dominant looking, but clearly not a sub, either...someone who's right in the middle."

Tess took her seat next to Hannah, knowing that her own drink was coming. The bartenders had gotten used to serving Tess in time with Hannah, just so the wolfess could keep a close eye on her lover's drinks. "That's actually not a bad idea, Hannah...but do you see anyone who meets that description?"

Hannah smiled up at Emily, her favorite tender, as the cheetah set a drink down in front of her and offered a quick wink. "I haven't exactly looked yet, Mistress..."

"You'd better get on it," Tess muttered, her lips starting to curl into a devious grin as her own drink came to rest before her, "Unless you want to see how evil I can really be tonight..."

For some people, a threat of further darkness would hold very little weight after it was made so many times, but Hannah had come to learn that every time Tess made that threat, she was not only able to back it up, but she did so with a level of such great venom that Hannah would be a fool to ignore it.

A wolf is too easy, too basic...and a feline wouldn't really put up any kind of a fight...bears are too big, mice are too small...how does Tess do this stuff? Hannah thought, as she took a quick sip of her drink. For the first time in a long time, she actually looked past her mistress as she looked around the bar, unsure of who would make the perfect candidate for the two of them to share.

It wasn't the size, shape, or personality of the male that finally drew her to him. It was his tail...so long, soft and exotic that Hannah could think of nothing more than cuddling up to it at the end of a long night, as if bringing it to her cheek would somehow whisk all of her worries away.

"Him. He's the one."

Dark, maroon-red rings surrounded the long and fluffy tail that entranced Hannah, and Tess only needed to see it for a moment to understand why her pet was attracted to the male. Rings of a subtle, subdued orange mixed in with the red, running all the way back up to his rump, rather shapely considering the male didn't appear to be too much of a physical specimen. In build, he was just what the girls were looking for: average. Five feet and nine inches tall, his shoulders just broad enough to hint at some strength, but not so broad as to suggest real power. Blue jeans hung loose and careless around his waist, and a white t-shirt with a black overcoat covered the top half of his body. The one way that he perhaps wasn't an average red panda came in his face, which had all of the proper white markings, but the bright blue of his eyes and the dark red of his headfur framed a particularly handsome face, one that even Tess couldn't help a mild blush upon seeing.

"Not a bad choice, Hannah...but you know the agreement. You have to be the one to go talk to him."

Suddenly, the dreamy expression on Hannah's muzzle faded. She could have happily sat and stared at the male all evening, but now that she actually had to garner up the confidence to go and speak to him, she was fighting back a frown.

"D-do I really have to?"

"That was the deal," Tess shot back. "You'd better hold up your end up of the bargain before I make it worse."

Hannah gulped in fear, just before gulping down another swig of her drink. Wide eyed and fearful of just what Tess might do to her, Hannah quickly stood up out of her bar stool and found her balance again, walking across the bar to the point where it curved back around. The closer she got to the red panda, the more she could feel her knees shaking once again; Hannah had never been the aggressive type, and Tess couldn't help chuckling as she watched Hannah struggle so mightily with taking on a dominant role.

"E-excuse me..." Hannah whispered, trying not to stumble over her own voice, "Is...is this s-seat taken?"

The male had been sitting by his lonesome, with no one on either side of him. His right paw was clenched loosely around a small rocks glass with only a tiny amount of amber fluid in it, but Hannah could tell with just one look into the ocean blue of his eyes that he wasn't even remotely tipsy.

"It's certainly not, but I don't know that your girlfriend would approve of you sitting with me..." the male replied. Even so, his paw extended to the seat next to him, in offering. "However...if you're looking for someone friendly to chat with, look no further."

Whoever the man was, he dressed with just the right blend of class and style, and he had his manners about him. He seemed to be a truly Renaissance gentleman, keeping his wits about him even when he had a drink on the town. "Thank you," Hannah could barely speak, taking a seat in the bar stool with a dainty approach, making sure to cross her legs over each other to keep the bright pink cotton of her panties from showing through. She was surprised that when she tried to follow his eyes, they never made a glance downward, even when they could have easily gotten a peek.

"Name's Russell. I've seen you around here a bunch of times over the years...you're Hannah, if Emily isn't lying to me," he said, carefully toeing the line between creepy and educated. "What brings you my way this fine evening?"

Hannah tried to cover her muzzle, knowing she couldn't contain a tiny gasp. "D-does that mean you've asked about me before?"

"I ask about almost everyone that comes in the door. I've been a regular at this bar longer than you've lived here, in all likelihood."

"Oh," Hannah replied bluntly, a little less flattered at that.

"Don't take it personally. Yours is one of the few names that I bothered to remember," Russell admitted, as he brought his glass to his lips. To Hannah's surprise, he didn't sip it right then, but only nosed the soft, floral aromas that came from his scotch. "Mmmm... You never did answer my question, Hannah, though you don't have to, if it makes you uncomfortable."

Hannah had almost missed the question, and no doubt, she was dodging it on purpose, but if Russell was really as observant as he claimed, it was likely that he'd seen Hannah and Tess leaving with Skylar the week before, not to mention the number of times that Tess made Hannah strip nearly nude in the bar, for her own amusement. "You're very to the point," Hannah said, still trying to dance around the query. "I'm surprised, but...I like that. I suppose I owe you my honesty, at the very least."

At that, Russell finally put his drink down and turned to smile at Hannah. He had an honest face; he really was interested in what she had to say.

"I'm listening."

"My girlfriend, Tess...she'd very much like it if you accompanied us back to our apartment tonight."

Russell raised a brow. The soft white patterns in his fur did nothing to hide a soft blush, as warmth crept up through his cheeks. "And you said that I was to the point!" he chided, trying to hide his own bashful nature behind his glass as he brought it to his lips, finally taking a small drink. "It must have taken you a lot of courage to ask that...not because you did, but because I can clearly tell that you're serious...you wouldn't have sat here, otherwise."

"I'm very serious," Hannah admitted firmly, not wanting to reveal how high the stakes were, just yet.

"You two have gained quite the reputation around here, y'know. I have to admit that I'm a little suspicious of your request...but it's been a long time since I went home from the bar with company. If you'll answer one question, I'll happily go along with you."

Russell obviously had no idea what he was getting himself into, but Hannah couldn't believe that things had gone so easily for her, until this point. "Sure. I'm an open book for you, Russell."

"Why me, of all the people here?"

The red panda had no reason to lack confidence, but in that moment, Hannah could see his self-worth faltering just a tiny bit. There was a hint of regret in her heart at what Tess would do to the male that night, but the very thought of Tess pushed all of the regret from Hannah, as she knew her punishment would be far worse than what he'd ever have to endure.

"Because...in a way that I can't explain, you're...perfect," Hannah said in a soft, shy voice, glancing down at the bar top. In that moment, she'd revealed a bit too much of her attraction to the male, but to reassure him, she reached across the bar top and rested her paw on his own, nudging it away from his glass. "Tess told me to find the right male for the evening...and whatever it might mean to you, you were the one I chose. Tonight, that makes you perfect..."

It was the greatest compliment Russell had been paid in quite some time, but a smile returned to his face as he felt the soft, delicate paw of a friendly female touching his own.

"...Very well, Hannah. I'm all yours for the evening...shall we retire to your apartment?"

"Not all mine," Hannah reminded him, pointing over at Tess for a moment. "I'm afraid you're a meal to be shared, Russell."

Tess, having watched the whole event unfurl, was already looking over at Russell. She gave the tiniest wave to the red panda before baring her fangs at him, making him gulp in a moment of hesitation.

She really is looking at me like I'm nothing more than a meal...

**

"You had me worried for a moment, Russell. It looked like my darling Hannah might have taken my assignment a little too seriously!" Tess explained, as she unlocked the door to the apartment and welcomed him inside, followed closely by Hannah. "After all, I didn't want her looking for a permanent plaything...just some entertainment for the night."

There was a wild divide between the way the two females treated Russell. Hannah looked at him as the living being that he was, with a heart, while Tess clearly viewed him as nothing more than a piece of meat to be savored for the evening, and cast aside later.

"J-just what kind of entertainment are we talking about, here?" he asked, as he stood in the entryway of the apartment, with Tess standing in front of him, and Hannah standing right behind him, so close that he could feel her hips starting to press on the base of his tail.

"I...I'm sorry, Russell, but I'm afraid I wasn't _entirely_truthful with you..." Hannah whispered at the back of his ear. In her heart of hearts, she would never be a dominant female, but this was what Tess wanted her to do...and she would do anything to please her mistress. "You are perfect, that much is true...but I never did tell you what you were perfect for."

Russell made the mistake of assuming that this would just be an ordinary evening, or at least, as ordinary as things could be with two lesbians surrounding him.

He never would have imagined what was to come next.

"My darling sure does know how to pick 'em. You're the perfect specimen to pleasure the both of us," Tess said in a backhanded compliment, her emerald eyes narrowing at Russell as he started to stiffen up. The excited expression on his muzzle only brightened as he felt Hannah's paws working over his belt from behind, but his eyes shrunk down in fear as he felt the belt come undone...and then come to rest on his backside. "But you'll find that we're not so easy to please, my dear boy..."

"W-wait...I don't think-

WHACK!

Russell jumped forward, holding his rump with a quiet yelp after the brunt of a belt came down across it. Standing behind him, the once sweet and innocent looking Hannah was doing her best to embrace an inner dominatrix that simply wasn't there, but she had the tiniest bit of a grin on her face as Russell fell into Tess' arms.

"Try not to think, Russell. You'll only suffer more if you do."

Whereas Hannah still seemed apologetic in her approach, Tess couldn't help the downright evil grin that played over her fangs as she held Russell up to her supple breasts. Each time the red panda thought things were going to take a turn for the sensual, however, he found it to be nothing more than a silver lining on a punishment to follow, as Hannah lashed the belt out across his ass once again, sneaking the leather in just under his soft, fluffy tail.

"Agggh! Hannah!" Russell yelled out in a mix of equal parts shock and pain. "This...this isn't what I had in mind, you know!"

"I'm afraid it's not about you," Hannah admitted, as she held the belt tight in her paws. "It's about what my mistress wants...and what she wants, she gets."

Russell could only gulp in reply. This was not what he'd intended to get into.

"You'd better get on your knees before she puts you on them."

Hannah's warning was already enough for Russell, who quickly went down to his knees and looked up at Tess. The wolfess had gone to the bar scantily clad, wearing nothing more than a tight, tiny top that hardly qualified as a bra, and a skirt that left nothing to the imagination, tight and black, letting everyone see that she wore no panties underneath.

"You look like a man of discerning tastes," Tess suggested, as she looked down at Russell with that same devious grin. "Why don't you show me your appreciation for the finer things in life?"

It was plainly obvious what she wanted, and Russell, unsure of just how much danger he was really in, now, leaned right forward and pressed his lips to the soft, delicate pair of netherlips that waited in front of him. Tess only had to raise the front of her skirt just slightly to let the red panda in, and she was delighted immediately to feel his tongue, rather long and slick, brushing across her folds as delicately as a painter stroked his brush across a canvas. Each touch, no matter how soft, was completely deliberate in bringing her pleasure, and Tess was more than happy to dig her claws into his hair, yanking him forward so she could nearly bury his muzzle into her sex.

Hannah could already feel warmth stirring in her slit at the erotic display. She always felt a hint of jealousy, seeing others play with Tess, but this time especially, she felt an overture of absolute lust at watching Russell eat her out. The boy had no idea just how much trouble he was in, and that alone would have been enough to turn Hannah on...

"H-Hannah...tie his wrists up. This boy is a little too good...I don't know if he can be trusted!"

...But the naughty orders from her mistress only made things worse. Hannah could already feel liquid arousal beading on her slit as she took the belt and pulled Russell's arms back; much to her surprise, he didn't resist one bit. He made it easy for Hannah to tie his wrists behind his back, which made it that much easier for Tess to push him over from his knees, flat onto his back on the carpet.

_I never even made it past the entryway...What could I have been thinking?_Russell fearfully wondered. He looked up, watching with excitement as Hannah dipped a paw into her own panties, starting to tease her clit, but with an equal part of fear as he saw Tess lowering herself over him. She squatted right over his muzzle, sitting upon his face and pushing her slit down onto his tongue so firmly that he couldn't avoid tasting her if he wanted to breathe.

"That's it, Russell...e-eat my fucking pussy if you ever want to see the light of day again..." Tess threatened, looking down at him with green eyes that were so filled with lust, they actually scared the once horny male. Completely trapped without a hope of escape, Russell faithfully slurped his tongue back and forth over Tess and her waiting folds, digging deeper and deeper into them as he struggled to catch his breath in the tight confines. The rush of blood to his own groin as he watched Hannah finger herself only made it that much harder to focus, and he couldn't see any way out of the mess, even if he did tongue Tess all the way to an orgasm. "Hannah...get your paw out of your panties and get over here...I'm gonna show you the right way to dominate a cocky male like this."

Hannah blushed for a moment as she was caught, thinking that she'd been forgotten, but Tess had been keeping an eye on her all the while. Russell blinked in surprise and took in a deep breath as Tess stood, but his relief was brief, as Tess gestured down to his soaked muzzle and smiled playfully at Hannah. "Smother this little bitch...don't let him breathe for a moment. Make him get you off if he wants you to get off," Tess explained, before turning her attention away from Russell's muzzle, and turning it toward his cock. She could see it bouncing against the front of his jeans, desperate to get free and betraying his mind, as fear said he shouldn't be enjoying himself so much, but no male could deny just how erotic it was to be the center of attention between two females...

...Even if they were punishing you.

"You'll have to forgive Hannah for being a little slow on the uptake. She's not used to being in any position of power...maybe we can bring you around some other time and see if you have what it takes to put her on her knees, instead," Tess offered to Russell, though he found himself unable to reply, as Hannah dropped her panties to the floor and knelt over his muzzle. Tess turned back to watch for a moment as Russell gave Hannah the same treatment, but to her shock and awe, Hannah fully lowered herself onto Russell, keeping him as smothered as he could be, before she took her own panties, soaking wet at the crotch, and stuck them under her, right on the end of his nose, just to make his breathing that much harder, and to keep his nostrils filled with the delicious aroma of her pussy. Looks like she's learning after all...hell, she's ad libbing it! Tess cheered mentally.

The wolfess wagged her tail excitedly as Hannah started to take her lessons a bit more seriously. It motivated her to really push things along, as she gripped the front of Russell's jeans and tore her claws into them, opting to simply shred them from his body instead of sliding them off. She could feel Russell quaking underneath her body in fear, but even as he did, she watched his cock spring up from the tatters of his boxers, a tiny, slick stream of precum already staining the tip and _sloooooowly_drooling down the underside. "Act afraid all you want, Russell, but you're enjoying this...and I intend to, as well," Tess assured her prey, as she lifted her skirt a little higher and straddled over his hips. Her slit brushed back and forth over the tip of his cock with each rock of her hips, but she refused to let the red panda penetrate her just yet. She simply let her folds get used to the exotic shape of his cock, never having taken a male of his species before. He groaned in delight and torture as Tess kept bringing him right to the edge of penetration, but she never actually let him in, something that turned Hannah on even more as she watched Tess fondling her own breasts.

"Deeper...dig deeper!" Hannah cried, as Russell masterfully slipped his tongue back and forth over her folds, the tip of his slick, moist flesh circling over her clit whenever it came to the cute, sensitive little nub, just to bring Hannah as much pleasure as he could. "Get your whole t-tongue in there...or I'll pee all over your muzzle and gag you with my panties... do it!"

Russell was shocked to say the least, and his tongue shot upwards in response to his order, probing so deep that he nearly brushed it over Hannah's g-spot, but it was Tess who was the most surprised, and perhaps the most satisfied.

_And to think, she's only acting that way to please me...wonder if she'd really pee all over the poor fellow._She pondered, still grinding her hips over his crotch and back again, coming dangerously close to letting the red panda inside of her until she heard him groaning with sexual frustration at the whole experience. Wanting her own pleasure to begin more than she wanted to torture the innocent male, Tess finally let his cock spring upright and sat herself upon it, able to easily slide her moistened slit over the tip and engulf the whole of it into her passage. She was incredibly tight, and Russell could hardly believe that she was able to take the whole of his cock so easily...but that didn't mean he was on easy street, even as Tess started to bounce upon him.

"Do whatever m-my mistress says," Hannah gasped aloud as Russell probed his tongue as deep as it could possibly reach, the fleshy, wet muscle dancing around inside of her and touching every surface that it could. "Or I'll m-make you eat my ass, too..."

Russell was a completely straight male, and while he wasn't above anal with a female, he didn't know if he could bring himself to eat anyone's back door out. He was just lucky that Tess wanted nothing more from him than to be a good little sex slave, and to take his punishment as it came to him.

"J-just make me cum..." Tess moaned deeply, gripping Russell by the inside of his thighs and digging her claws in deep, raking bright red marks through his fur and leaving harsh scratches on his flesh. "Make me_f-fucking cum!_" she demanded again, bouncing her ass upon his hips so harshly that it nearly knocked the wind out of him. Tess was doing her best to keep him in place, using him as nothing more than a tool to reach her own orgasm, but she could feel the abused red panda throbbing inside of her, a sure sign that he was closing in on a climax, himself.

Hannah had always been particularly sensitive, especially when someone had the wherewithal to work her clit, and calling Russell a professional might have been an understatement. It might not have been urine, as mentioned before, but Russell wasn't ready for the sudden gushing of fluid that sprayed across his muzzle as his tongue brushed against her clit one more time. "Th-that's it! YES! Russell...fuck my pussy with that tongue, boy...fuck my little clit! Yeeeeeees...I'm cumming...mnn!"

Streams of female ejaculate splashed all over the tongue of the pinned male, soaking his lips and his muzzle in just one gush, before the errant streaks of slick, clear fluid sprayed down over his chin and his neck, absolutely soaking through his fur and sending him to a state of near shock. He couldn't be sure what the fluid was, but his deep arousal, combined with his fear of failing the pair of lusty females, kept his tongue fluttering back and forth over the cute little clit, never giving Hannah a break and keeping her orgasm alive as long as he possibly could.

It wasn't Russell's cock alone that brought Tess to the edge of her orgasmic cliff, but the great swelling of pride she felt inside as Hannah finally took her role in dominating the red panda seriously. It would have been enough alone to have Tess soaking through her own panties, but in their current situation, it was just what she needed to start fluttering her walls around the cock that invaded her pussy over and over again, climaxing around it with her hips slamming down on the male with a feverish pace. "A-atta boy, Russell! Fill me up...I know you want to...pump me full of that cum, you sexy little thing! Gimme!"

Russell could feel another level of warmth and slickness drowning his cock, and despite the inherent risks ahead, Russell couldn't keep from filling Tess up, even if he wanted to. His hips contracted, and his whole body tensed up as he felt Tess gently slapping the underside of his sack, trying to encourage his body to produce even more seed through a little bit of pain. Hannah was digging her claws into his chest, raking them down his abdomen and leaving him marked deeply as he finally gave in, the absolutely blissful mixture of pleasure and pain finally sending Russell into a release that surpassed any he could ever dream of. His each and every moan was muffled by the dripping, sopping wet labia that still smothered his muzzle, but Tess could feel the hot, sticky cum pumping up into her womb as Russell's hips started to buck upward of their own accord. The male body could do nothing to hide just how deeply pleasured it was, and Tess greedily squeezed her inner muscles around him, trying to milk every single drop of cum out of his sack that he could possibly offer.

"Holy fuck! This boy has a lot of volume...he's still going!" Tess cheered him on, bucking upon his cock a couple more times to see just what she could get out of him. "Fill me, boy...if you waste a single drop, I swear I'll take your tailhole next!"

The threat wasn't lost on Russell at this point, as the red panda male had learned his lesson about going home from the bar with strangers, and he pumped his hips just a couple more times, making sure to expel every single drop of seed that he could offer before he finally came to rest, and Hannah, overly sensitive from her climax, finally stood up to give the boy a rest.

"T-Tess...can we...can we keep him?" Hannah asked, still panting between her words, and still in disbelief at just how dominant she'd managed to be with the male.

Tess shook her head, and Hannah frowned at that, but the wolfess put up a paw.

"There's no need...we know where to find him. Right across the street at our favorite bar...isn't that right, Russell?"

The red panda was still trying to catch his own breath, and for a moment, he had a thought that he might find a new favorite bar to hang out at, but as he thought over the experience, he realized that it had been deeply pleasurable, and in reality, he hardly suffered one bit. He hadn't been tortured...just dominated , and rather fully, at that.

"Do I really have a choice?" he asked, taking a moment to think over his response.

"Of course not," Tess replied with a snicker. "Just wait until your punishment next time..."

"What? Punishment for what?"

"For asking, silly..." Hannah replied with a quiet giggle.

"Nobody questions my mistress."