Good-Natured Bribery
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
Commissioned by Rayoelgatubelo during the last stream, we have a werewolf having a little fun with a kitsune, and thinking - emphasis on thinking - that he's the one in charge. But he is paying for it, so...
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[b][u][center]Good-Natured Bribery
For Rayoelgatubelo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
Senator Rick Chanteloup had a problem. That problem, thankfully, had a solution to go along with it.
He looked across his desk at the young Japanese woman on the other side of his office, slowly sliding the paperwork that she’d brought along with her to the far side of the desk. It was something to do with a new manufacturing concern that her ‘superiors’ wanted to develop, but couldn’t due to some laws. The particulars didn’t matter. The fact that she came here to offer it meant that she knew what else would be required.
Rick stood up, running a hand through his hair as he walked over to one of the office windows. A quick tug on a string pulled it down, cutting off any view from outside.
“In a moment, you will be on your back, and screaming. I will allow this. I do, however, require that you don’t scream too loudly and alert the staff.”
“I can do that, sir.”
“You will enjoy yourself. Whether you like your job or not, you will enjoy what I’m about to do to you. You won’t have a choice.”
“I...I look forward to it, sir.”
His growing ears flicked at the tone of her voice. Mockery? Perhaps, but it wouldn’t be there long. Even with her...offer...he doubted that she had enjoyed what he had to give her before. Few females had, thanks to his interfering wife.
Rick snarled slightly before pulling his face back to a controlled expression. He was the one in control here. He was the one with the power. He wasn’t going to let some little bitch - not even a bitch, but a fox that ran from bitches - get him riled up with a chance comment.
As he shut the other windows, he looked her over. Brown hair came down over her face, hiding most of her features, but not quite all of them. She wasn’t quite a native to the area; she had more of the pure look of a woman from Japan, rather than immigrants that had intermarried. She also had the bearing of one. Using submission as a shield, rather than as a natural trait. There was something there, buried…
Whatever her secrets were, he didn’t care. As long as she acted appropriately, he would be satisfied.
“One last thing.”
“Yes, sir?”
“You will not change until I have. No matter what I do, you will not shift until after I’ve gotten to enjoy you as a human.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Alright. Are you ready to feel me?”
She smiled at him. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say that she looked hungry...but that was impossible. The young woman bowed her head.
“I am.”
“Then let us begin.”
He snapped his fingers, and she immediately started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling the shirt and jacket off of his shoulders as the transformation began. He huffed and panted as the fur started flowing over his skin, an itching warmth that continued to flow down his back almost faster than she could disrobe him. Rick grunted, a deep snarl in his throat rising upwards as he leaned forward, puffing and panting.
“Be calm, sir. I will help you…”
“Yes...yes you will…”
He growled through sharpening teeth, his hands gripping her shoulders as her dexterous fingers went lower. Even as she started working the buttons of his slacks, he could feel his tail growing out, pushing at the back of his pants and threatening to rip them right off. His fingers curled tighter, his claws raking over her shirt and tearing holes in it.
She didn’t make a sound. He growled, leaning in until his mismatched teeth scratched over her neck.
“Whimper...scream…”
He felt a tingle down his back as she did, the soft whimpers and whines music to his ears as she finally forced his pants down. He could feel his tail wagging as it was set free, and forced it to be still. He would not just act like a happy dog; not in front of this...woman.
[i]This prostitute,[/i] what remained of his morals whispered to him. He ignored it. Some politicians were bribed in money, some in favors. He prefered his bribes of the flesh variety, soft and warm, and weak.
As she knelt down, he grabbed at the bottom of her shirt, ripping it off of her. It fell apart in strips, pieces falling to the ground as he exposed her back. Red lines dragged up her spine, and more emerged as he ripped her bra off, letting it fall away as she dutifully gasped and cried beneath him, working his shoes off.
She almost managed it, too, before he heard the ripping sounds, felt the pressure of leather too tight to hold his growing paws. He howled in rage, grabbing her by the neck and picking her up off of the floor.
“One task! One task, bitch!”
He swung her down, barely restraining himself at the last second to avoid cracking his desk in two from the impact. He held her there, his hand tight around her throat. She kept struggling, squirming, but too weak to actually push him away. It was pathetic...or would have been if he couldn’t see the silent laughter in her eyes.
[i]Foxes should never look at wolves this way…[/i]
Grunting, he forced her over, pinning her face down with one hand as he ripped the rest of her clothing off. He didn’t care if she had a spare set or not. She was his whore, and she would do what he said...what he wanted...anything.
Furred from head to toe, and standing in the ruins of his fancy shoes, he felt the last of the transformation spreading across him. The tingle between his legs as his sheath started to form, and better, the warmth and fire of his cock getting larger brought him quickly to full erection. The werewolf panted, grinding his growing shaft against the woman’s ass, running it along the curve of her hips, feeling his size getting bigger than any human could take without pain.
Which was exactly what he wanted to give her.
He pulled back, lining up as his muzzle slowly started to push forward, his mismatched teeth sliding into their proper places. His claws sunk into her hips, just hard enough to break the skin, but not hard enough to break her...yet.
“Remember...don’t shift...Until I tell you.”
“I won’t...I won’t...sir.”
He knew she was acting. All of them did; they never had an honest thought that they shared with someone outside their own people...but he could pretend. With a grunt, he slammed forward, and finally heard a [i]real[/i] whimper from her as he went deep. He felt her stretch to the breaking point, and then beyond, as something more than just her juices coated his cock. Rick smirked, leaning forward and dragging his claw along her neck.
“Now, vixen...now you may change.”
“You made me...made me bleed…”
“Yes. Good, isn’t it?”
She looked at him, her act broken for a moment, but she recovered admirably quickly. She lowered her head to the desk, panting as he started rocking back and forth. Her blood ran along his cock for a few moments, staining her ass around her hole until her fur started to grow as well. Scarlet ran down her back and over her arms, with white covering the backs of her legs and between her thighs. He smirked as one tail, a second, and a third finally pressed against his hips, slowly pushing him back, but never stopping his thrusts.
It was a pity that her new form made her looser inside, but it was a sacrifice that he had to deal with. Besides, he’d at least gotten the first thrust with her at maximum tightness, and it was hardly that bad now. She was wet, wetter than any wolfess had ever been for him.
“You vixen slut…”
“Mmmph...give it to me…”
And this was why they would never threaten the pack. Why he would never worry about a vixen dominating a wolf. They were all sluts, on the inside. Not one of them could actually summon up the willpower to do anything with their lives. They were weak.
He, on the other hand, wasn’t.
When she tried to lift her head, he growled, lifting one paw off of the ground and laying it on her hip. His now-free hand slammed against the back of her head, pinning her down as he humped harder, faster than ever, his knot battering against her pussy again and again. He felt her quivering, her pussy tightening around him.
With another deep growl in his throat, he pushed forward, leaning over her. His muscles strained all over his body with the effort of pinning her down and keeping up this position, but he was so close, so very, very close. His cock ached as he slammed it in again, and again, feeling her juices splattering all over his fur, but he needed it.
He pulled his hand back, using it for more leverage, raking his claws through her fur until the white was stained red as well. In and out, in and out, ignoring her moans, ignoring her panting chuckles and eager whimpers. No, she was afraid of him. He was using her, not the other way around!
He slammed forward, his knot straining against her pussy for one second, two -
POP!
In it went, and he felt her spasm beneath him, her body going limp. He grinned as he felt the vixen finally give up, her tails flopping down as he held her there, filling her with proper wolf cum, and probably more of it than she had ever got from a kitsune. The legends were rubbish; he gave them no credibility. Not compared to a proper wolf.
With a chuckle, he pulled back, dragging her off of his desk. She barely caught herself on all fours as he walked around with her still attached to his knot.
“Tell your superiors they will have my support on the senate floor...If you come back for three more nights.”
“My hotel is already booked for a week.”
They knew, then. He’d probably be angry about that, later. But for now, he would just enjoy his afterglow...and the struggles of the vixen on his knot.
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]