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Sparring

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

The blow caught Dora off guard, the blonde German Shepherd stumbling back on her heels with wide eyes. She flung an arm out to the side, shifting in her loose clothing as she spread her stance, bent at the knees as her tail lashed the air. Her attacker grinned fiercely, a flash of startlingly white teeth set in a crushing maw, and advanced, spinning a dagger freely in his left paw. The coyote meant business. It did not take a genius to see the desire, sheer bloodlust, glimmering in the dark pits of his eyes, grin sliding into a leer that set her back teeth on edge. Dora caught her breath.

The coyote was not done yet. Flipping back on one hind paw with a practiced movement, he struck out with a kick with the full force of his body behind, bare paw moving in a blur.

Time slowed for Dora, the brown paw with perfectly formed, blunted claws closing in on her stomach as the hackles raised on the back of her neck. Not today.

Catching the strike in the nick of time, she ducked and rolled out of range, breasts heaving as she narrowed her eyes and took stock of her 'friendly' opponent of the evening, her 'yote. For the 'battle', if it could be called such, was not life or death but an evening sparring match a little out of paw in the heat of the moment. Not a rare occurrence, it had to be said, but it was unusual to find the coyote with so much spunk. He'd normally be quiet, a good partner. She twisted her lips, struggling to find the right term for him. Partner didn't seem to quite fit. Things had changed. Her sub? Her boyfriend? Dora curled her toes, hind paws wrapped around the middle in clean, white cotton.

Whatever. Dora snorted, circling Daniel as she caught her breath, tail flicking. Didn't fucking matter what they called it. As long as the coyote was hers and hers alone. That was all that mattered at the crux. And no one would have her pet but her.

In the cool of the windowless training room, equipment stacked and stored neatly around the perimeter, the duo stalked one another, eyes alert for the slightest movement that may betray their opponent's next move. Walking with an unusually long-legged, relaxed gait, Dan dropped Dora a sly wink, tail batting his calves. The canine rolled her eyes, the strap of her pink top slipping down one shoulder to reveal a slice of violet brassiere.

"Nice try, runt."

She licked her muzzle, smile cocky.

"But we're far from done here. You think you'll get me pinned to the floor in this bout?" She laughed, head thrown back. "Poor, poor 'yote. You'd think you would have learned. You never win. Not ever."

"Well, there's a first time for everything," he quipped in return. "And I'm a glutton for your particular brand of punishment, as you well know."

Dora's gaze smouldered and she almost smiled, genuinely. Punishments often took more than one night to complete with her submissive coyote, at least to her specific satisfaction. Why, she even had to have her sister, Danica, in on the training to teach him the lessons he sometimes needed. Or perhaps he just craved them. He did go through spells of getting himself in trouble more often than others.

Maybe he simply liked to be put in his place.

"Oh, 'yote..." She crooned, a dangerous edge to her tone that rang deeper than her words. "You don't have to lose to me for that. All you need to do is surrender and the rest will simple follow. Give in. You know you want to."

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, curling through the air between them. Swallowing behind the cover of a tipped muzzle, the coyote shook his head a tiny fraction back and forth, tail flattening over his rump as if in memory of his last punishment. He could not call it punishment, however, when he enjoyed bending over for Dora's strap-on so much. She'd gotten so wet with the other end of the toy, designed for mutual pleasure, pushed into her pussy. She had, in fact, been dripping to the point that his muzzle had been soaked with her juices for the remainder of the night after she'd ridden his muzzle for what seemed like hours on end. Yote shivered, guard slipping.

He shook himself back to reality as the canine feinted at his ribs only to reverse direction and land a smarting blow on his nose. Her paw glanced off but it still stung his pride and Dora licked her lips as she closed in, knowing exactly how to reel her coyote in closer and closer...

"I do like an unwilling male under me," she said in a carrying whisper. "You're better bound and at my mercy. Not that I have any mercy."

With the speed of a cobra, Dora struck, launching herself into the air and coming down with her hind paws on the coyote's chest. His blade sang off to the side to be lost amongst the racks of equipment and he gasped breathlessly as his back slammed into the floor without the cushioning of a practice matter. Muzzle opening and closing soundlessly, he clawed at her for space to regain the breath knocked out of his lungs and abruptly froze.

The canine held a knife - he had not even seen her retrieve it from whichever holder she had slotted it into - to his throat, muzzle tilted as her black lips, unpainted, parted in a harsh smile. His heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to leap into his mouth, and Dan held his breath, chest burning as he barely dared move even a muscle. His pulse quickened against the point of his throat where the cool blade warmed to his flesh and the canine turned it in her paw, forcing him to feel every nuance of the knife.

As still as he could manage, the coyote lifted his paws ever so slowly with his palms up and facing Dora in open surrender.

"What did you think would happen, 'yote?" She hissed through her teeth, a wild gleam in her eye as her blonde hair tumbled in a mess about her muzzle. "Did you think you would win? Against me?"

A laugh closer to a shriek tore itself from her throat and she pressed the knife up closer under his jaw, hard enough to draw a bead of blood through the tawny fur of his throat. Whimpering, the coyote squirmed beneath her, tucking his paws up to his chest in abject submission. With the canine drawing in ragged breaths above him, sometimes he feared he did not know truly how far she would go, what she would be willing to do. He gulped, Adam's apple bobbing as Dora pushed his head back, exposing his naked throat to her blade and not allowing him even a bare modicum of protection. The look in her eye both terrified and delighted the coyote. She would be the death of him, one day, and yet he would go happily to his grave if at her paws.

Touching her nose to his, the canine exhaled, blue eyes softening at the corners.

"You're lucky I like you, 'yote..."

Shifting away from his head and neck, the canine left a warning paw on his chest and dragged the tip of the blade down to his loose, grey jogging bottoms. The knife caught and tore through the fabric, rending it as easily as a hot knife would cut through a slab of butter. Fighting not to squirm, the coyote craned his neck to see what she was doing, breath coming in sharp, anxious gasps.

He could not abide her deathly silence.

"Uh...Dora?"

"That's_Mistress_ to you, little 'yote," she growled, threat rumbling up from her throat. "You would do well not to forget who is in charge here."

The blade flashed and Dan flinched away, fearing that it would bite into his flesh at any moment. But she only sliced away material from around his lower abdomen, immediately revealing that the coyote had not been wearing any underwear. His red shaft, a traditional canine shade, twitched up in response to her paw and, with his attention elsewhere, he hardly noticed her nicking skin with the point of the blade as she exposed his softly furred balls to the cool air. Paw wrapped around his length, she laughed mockingly and squeezed.

"Hard just from that..." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and brought the knife to her lips, teasing off the droplet of blood with the tip of her tongue. "You lose deliberately."

Refusing to answer, Yote ground his teeth together as the canine ripped off her practice trousers - too simple for her curves - and crouched at the join of his thighs to his torso, tail swaying hypnotically. Arching her back, she brought the head of his cock, shiny with pre cum, between her thighs, tip pointed up to her thong-covered pussy. It was a fragile barrier - no barrier at all, really. The coyote swallowed, blood pulsing to entirely the wrong parts of his body.

"What..."

He started to form a question and then clamped his jaws shut, eyes narrowed in restraint. Dora patted him condescendingly on the head, fingertips raking through his head fur. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant but he bit back a growl nonetheless as she teased his throbbing shaft with wickedly knowing fingers. Clenching his jaw, he groaned. She knew all his weak spots, exactly what got him going. It was why he had been hard before she'd even gotten his trousers off.

Damn her. And love her.

"See, little 'yote?" She chuckled, hair falling about her shoulders. "You can learn. There's hope for you yet. Maybe I don't have to be disappointed in you, after all..."

Dora looked him in the eyes, gaze as jagged as shards of ice as she ground her pussy over his hard length, pinning it against his lower abdomen. He curled his paws into fists, head rolling from one shoulder to the other as he struggled to contain himself, cock throbbing and drooling pre cum. Oh, how he longed to cum... He closed his eyes for a moment and missed the German Shepherd baring her teeth, a feral grin.

"Don't cum."

Sinking down, she took his shaft smoothly into her pussy in her own time, savouring every inch as their bodies fitted together as if they were made for one another, as was the cliché. It took every ounce of self-restraint Dan had to not plant his paws on the floor and thrust up into her, instead submitting to the canine's controlling paw. It was easier said than done sometimes as the lines in their relationship blurred, melding every aspect into one, confusing yet beautiful tangle that was inherently them.

Dora moaned, lips parted, as her ears slanted back, losing herself in lust as the coyote squirmed, a whimper burbling up from his throat. So close yet so far from pleasure... It was a beautiful torture.

He could thrust. The coyote looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, short claws digging into the palms of his paws. But he couldn't. She wanted him to not cum. Yet. Beneath his t-shirt, he wore a simple, woven collar for daily wear, denoting one particular canine's ownership of him. Yet he took her on dates, as boyfriend and girlfriend. There was no box in which to define them. It was only his trust and devotion to the crazy, blonde German Shepherd that kept Yote obediently in place with the hottest lady in the world using him as a sex toy.

Panting heavily, the coyote chanced his luck and rested his paws on Dora's hips, claws pricking through fur as she rode him, tongue lolling from her muzzle. Twisting, Dan slipped his paws further around the canine's hips to her rump, squeezing with a murmur of delight as only the thinnest layer of fat rounded out her rear over rock hard muscle. The training room echoed with their pants and groans, bodies shuddering in unison. Sweat dampened patches down the sides of the canine's t-shirt, making it cling to her fur, but she was not thinking of appearances in the moment, oh no. There were more pressing concerns, like the pup she had pinned to the floor. Pressing her nose to his, Dora trapped his lips in a hungry kiss, growls rolling into his mouth as he succumbed to the nuance of her will.

Hot breath washing into her sub's muzzle, Dora broke the kiss, a string of spittle connecting their lustful muzzles for the briefest of heartbeats, drumming beneath her breast.

"You're a good fuck, Yote," she snarled, lips curling back from her teeth. "Perhaps I'll let you into my bed tonight... It does get lonely without you. I've gotten used to having a pup to curl up with."

He whined and bobbed his muzzle so quickly that dizziness rocked his skull, the training room spinning sickeningly until he regained his composure again. Running her paw down his long, coyote muzzle, Dora sat up, breasts pressing against the drawn taut fabric of her shirt, dark nipples showing through. He yearned to take each into his muzzle and curl his tongue around them, flicking over the taut, little nubs, until she moaned and trembled in ecstasy.

Hissing, Dora scratched her claws through the fur on his chest, leaving lines of pain that faded almost too swiftly. Though he whined, Yote was glad of the spark of hurt - it kept his mind off his cock if but for a moment.

"Here now, little 'yote." She pushed her body up, giving him room to move as her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Fuck me. But don't even think about getting off yourself. That's for me, for now. Coyotes have to earn it."

Her eyes darkened into a dagger-light gleam.

"Or there'll be hell to pay. You don't want there to be hell to pay now...do you?"

He shook his head. She didn't mean it, not really, but he could not be sure, could not be certain. She had never seemed to mean her wicked 'threats' when they were curled up at night in her bed, secluded in the warmth of each other's arms, yet the danger was always there. Yote swallowed.

Perhaps he liked that danger.

Bending his legs, he brought his hind paws up obediently, planted them on the floor and drove up into the canine with a sharp bark. His knot swelled outside her pussy, betraying how close to the edge he was, but, somehow, he clung on to his unspoken word by the tips of his claws, the skin of his teeth. Clenching his jaw until his muzzle ached, the coyote pinned his ears back and focused his attention on pleasing his mistress and girlfriend as she deserved. His cock throbbed as he thrust, hardly breathing as he fucked her more roughly than he had ever dared or been allowed, though the canine was still well and truly in control, exactly how the two of them liked it. They wouldn't have it any other way.

Dora hissed through her teeth, breath rushing out as if it would not be regained in a hurry. Paws on Yote's chest, her claws dug into skin past fur and curled in as she raced towards orgasm, muscles drawing tauter and tauter like the tension before a match.

A_sparring_ match.

The canine twisted, muscle pulling beneath fur, as she struggled to hold off, adorable in her fight. Her breath came in little gasps and her ears dropped to the sides of her head, blonde hair driven into tangles. Holding on to her as her movements flipped to the increasingly erratic, Yote barked, tail trying to wag beneath his rump though it was flattened to the floor. He couldn't help the warmth that blossomed through his chest as heat spread across Dora's muzzle, the German Shepherd looking down at him through half-lidded eyes and taking his paw, fingers laced loosely through his.

Head thrown back, Dora gave a yelp that turned into a half a howl, not quite giving over to feral instinct at the point of climax. But close. Yote got her close. Her whole body shuddered beautifully as she rode him through orgasm, hips working even as the coyote ground his teeth together, muzzle screwed up in a bid to not cum. His Mistress had told him otherwise - he had to be good! He wanted to sleep in Dora's bed, at her side all night and every single night after that. Her juices slickened his cock, lightly dampening the fur around his crotch as she sank down, resting on his lower abdomen as her bosom heaved, arms shaking as if they would give out at any second, landing the canine on Yote's chest. He wouldn't have minded.

He slunk his arms up around Dora's waist and smiled, ears shyly slanted back as she finally met her eyes, ice melting. Leaning forward with a cheeky little grin she reserved just for him, Dora licked his nose.

"Good boy!"

"Honestly... I leave you two alone for ten minutes and look at you! This isn't sparring!"

Danica, Dora's brown-haired sister, leaned against the doorframe with her eyes rolling nearly all the way back into her skull. Clad in similar workout wear, she could have been on her way to train herself, only to come across the two of them, one coming down from a high that was easily explained. Panting harshly through parted lips, Dora half-smirked, her eyes lidded in the afterglow of orgasm, tremors rolling through her lower abdomen and making her toes flex.

"It was a lot longer than ten minutes!" Yote protested, muzzle red beneath his fur as he turned away, expression twisting sullenly. "Will you get off me now?"

The slap caught him by surprise, snapping his muzzle back the other way. Dora glared at him, paw on his throat as her tail stiffened. Her words, when they came, struck equal amounts of terror and arousal into his gut, cock jerking inside the canine.

"Sister? Would you be so kind as to join me?"

Raising an eyebrow, Danica pushed herself up from the doorframe and lifted a paw in unspoken question. The blonde Shepherd shook her head and scowled at the insolent 'yote beneath her, heat smarting across his cheek as he whimpered, eyes wide and pleading. But the look wasn't going to work, not one bit. He didn't get away with shit just because he was her boyfriend.

"Thank I think this sparring session will take two to sink in properly," Dora said, eyes dark. "Seems someone has forgotten their training."

"It would be my pleasure to assist." Danica smirked, tucking a strand of brunette hair back behind her ear. "You've been too possessive over your little 'yote of late."

Dora rolled her eyes but otherwise made no comment - there was no need. Danica would not rile her up when she had a job to do, especially when it came to the coyote. Fixing Yote with a gaze that rang with steel, she barked a command, the sound echoing around the room. One command was all he needed.

"Assume the position, pet."