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As they sat in the thankfully empty waiting room, Yuu at least felt like they belonged there. And no doubt looked it. Ever since the… assault the sphinx had trouble stringing together more than five or six hours of sleep interrupted by dark dreams that had them bolting up in bed covered by cold sweat. The anxiety of their first therapy session hasn't exactly had the effect of counting sheep and to counter the drowsiness of anear sleepless night Yuu’d doubled down on their morning caffeine intake.

Their charcoal-gray skin would hide the dark rings under the cat’s eyes but the way they were fidgeting, the droop of Yuu’s whiskers and the flicked-back hinted at someone at the end of their rope. They hadn’t told anyone, hadn't reported it to the police, and pretending it never happened wasn’t working. Now they’d have to go into that office and tell the whole story to a complete stranger, in the hopes that Dr. Cruz could fix him. Te jittery feline twitched when the door opened and a middle-aged doe walked out, sparing the cat no more than a glance as she approached the receptionist to schedule the next session. They didn’t see the doe go in, but she seemed relaxed and in a good enough mood. That gave Yuu some hope that they might walk out the same way, even though it was doubtful that one session would really fix him.

“The doctor’s just going through the forms you filled in, I’m sure she’ll be ready for you soon.”

And it was, only a few minutes of wringing hands until the young coyote’s phone rang and she told him that Dr. Cruz was ready for him.

The goat was sitting behind her desk, looking at her computer screen while to her right windows showed a bright blue sky with a few clouds lazily listing. There was a couch, or rather the couch, feet pointed at the windows so that if they chose not to look at the ceiling they’d at least have the calming blue and white vista. The wall behind the doctor had various diplomas and certificates, glass-paneled cabinets hadl leather bound tomes but the room was otherwise free of distractions.

“G-good morning, Dr. Cruz.” they said, breaking the silence and sounding tense as they did it.

“Good morning Yuu…” the goat said in a voice that unlike Yuu’s was calm, composed and in control. “I hope you don’t me addressing you by your first name, but in order for me to do my work effectively you will have to get used to me seemingly taking liberties. Therapy doesn’t work if you keep things from your therapist, does it. You may go on addressing me as Dr. Cruz or just ‘doctor’.” she said in a soft authoritative way that Yuu couldn’t challenge. After all, this was their first session, for all they knew they’d be balking at something perfectly normal.

“Please lie down on the couch, and we’ll begin by me asking you some very basic questions.” she said, rising from behind her desk and settling into a leather upholstered chair.

Her demeanor and her tone were more mature than she looked, the goat carrying herself with the grace of a woman just entering her middle years. Burgundy blouse was loose and didn’t reveal much of her figure, whereas the tight black skirt hinted at an excellent pair of legs even before she crossed them as she sat down, pad and pen in hand. She was attractive enough that she would have made Yuu anxious, but after the assault they’d found a dread that went so far beyond having to talk to an attractive woman.

“The first question is simple enough - what do you expect from therapy?”

“I… I looked you up on the internet and it said you have a lot of experience… helping people get over t-trauma.”

“Well, that narrows it down a little. Childhood trauma, or something more recent?” she asked casually. Yuu assumed she was trying toget them to relax, but the cat was growing tenser with every second that brought him to the moment of unburdening.

“R-recent. A… a few nights ago. Saturday…” they said, the cat’s voice clipping and finally failing altogether.

“All right, we’ll circle back to that. Your file specified you identified as non-binary, preferred pronouns ‘they/them’. What is your sexual preference, Yuu?” she asked, shocking the feline by the casual ease with which the question had rolled off her tongue. “It’s not something we can ask on a form…”

“I’m bi… a… a strong preference for males, I guess.” They said, omitting the fact that they weren’t particularly sexual at all. They’d never even had sex before… Saturday.

“I see. I understand this is your first therapy session, yet under ‘pre-existing conditions’ you ticked ‘Social anxiety’. A self-diagnosis?” she asked, her tone making it clear what she thought of those…

“Yes but that… that’s not why I’m here…” Yuu said, and when the doctor’s only response was an expectant silence they continued. “I… last Saturday, on my way home I was… assaulted…” the cat said, vice weak and wavering. They looked from away from the ceiling and out the window with the bright sky and gentle clouds. So different from pitch-black broken by street lights struggling against a fog.

“Assaulted?” Dr. Cruz asked, her controlled tone a complete contrast to Yuu’s voice.

“R-raped…” they croaked, almost as if their attacker’s arm was once again around their throat. The cat definitely felt the same panic they felt when being dragged into the alley. They looked at the therapist, not sure if this was a faux-pas and if they were supposed to just stare at either the ceiling or window. Her response to what they’d said was bizarre in its lack of intensity - no shock, no compassion, just a raised eyebrow. Strangely enough it had encouraged the panicking feline - she wasn’t going to get emotional about this, she was cool and logical because this is a problem she needs to solve. She can’t have a normal reaction. Like a normal person’s response to an open abdomen is to get sick but a surgeon’s is to get in there and look for what’s wrong.

“I see. I understand this is going to be hard, but in order to help you I’m going to need to know exactly what happened and how you felt while it did. Take as long as you need, but omit nothing. You said it happened this Saturday? Four days ago?” she prompted.

“Yes, I… I had gone to a club.” Yuu said, recalling how much hope they’d pinned on that night and what a disappointment it had been even before it turned into a nightmare. The cat was painfully shy and aware of it. Their appearance was something a confident person might have pulled off as exotic but to the awkward feline being a cat without fur just made them feel like a freak. They’d built up some confidence, bought some new clothes and went out to a place they’d never been before, trying to make a fresh start among strangers who didn’t know the old Yuu. It hadn’t worked out. Yuu was too awkward to approach anyone and nobody approached them so after a few drinks alone at the bar the cat slunked back home. Yuu wasn’t very familiar with that part of town and they’d paid the price for choosing to walk back home rather than take a cab.

“I… nothing happened at the club. I didn’t even… I didn’t even talk to anyone so I left. I was… I was just staring down at the pavement… I never saw him or heard him until he flung his arm around my neck. He… he grabbed my wrist and yanked my arm back, saying he’d break it if I made a sound. It hurt so bad that I wasn’t sure if he’d already broken it…” they said, daring a glance at Dr. Cruz. The goat never faltered, her expression cast in stone as she kept her attention on Yuu while scribbling away at her pad without even looking at it.

“I… he had his arm around my throat… I could hardly breathe. I think I told him he could have my wallet. I thought… I thought that was what he wanted. He dragged me into an alley… away from the streetlights so no one would… no one would see him…” Yuu said, swallowing past a dry throat.

“Go on…”

“He pinned me against the wall… I didn’t get a good look at him but he was taller than me. Heavier. When he reached down I was sure he was going for my pocket. He… he unbuttoned my pants…” Yuu said, remembering the skinny jeans they’d paired with a half-shirt, pinning so many hopes on a sexy new look. “He… he pushed them down. I was… he’d exposed me… told me to keep quiet…”

“What were his exact words?” asked the doctor. Yuu couldn’t look her in the eye, so they just stared at the cloud-speckled sky as they fought to control their voice.

“He said – Keep quiet cunt, or I’ll choke the l-living… shit out of you.” He said, feeling as if the muzzle was still next to his folded ear as the words were growled out.

“Predators like this use verbal violence as well as physical. The words are meant to shock, to terrify. I know it’s hard, but try not to recollect everything accurately.” She said. There was no compassion in her voice but the tone was steady and calming. It gave Yuu the impression that the goat had been through this dozens of times, if not more, and since they’d put his mental well-being in her hands, her confidence made the panicked cat feel a little more at ease.

“I… I didn’t make a sound… didn’t struggle. I… I wanted to! I knew I couldn’t fight him, but I wanted to get away… I knew what he was about to… do to me even before…” the black feline said, their voice failing in a weak almost croaking noise.

“Before he…” Dr. Cruz prompted, and after a deep, shaky breath Yuu stared blankly at the sky, seeing bricks and mortar before they continued.

“I heard him spit… then his wet fingers were jabbing… they were under my tail and… it hurt so bad I almost cried out, but he just tightened his arm around my throat. I… I never got a good look at him but he was some sort of dog, maybe a wolf…he was growling in my ear… telling me to keep quiet...” Yuu said, wincing almost as if their assailant’s fingers were digging into them once again.

“H-he said that I was t-tight…a tight s-slut… that he couldn’t w-wait to feel me… around his… around him.” Yuu said, swallowing past a dry throat and fighting to find enough strength to finish this. “He… it took him a minute, maybe. He pulled his fingers out… I heard a zipper, heard him spit again before…b-before… oh God!” the cat almost wailed, covering their face with their hands to hide the pained grimace from either the therapist or the world. Closing their eyes had been a bad choice because it put Yuu right back in that alley, pressed against the cold brick wall as something hot and wet poked under their tail, the furless, ropey appendage proving no defense against the predator pinning them.

“I… I had never… that was my first time. With him, in that alley…” the black sphinx said, their voice now weak and flat as the rush of panic ended in a strange plateau of detached despair.

“Did you become erect when he entered you?” the doctor said. Yuu had practically left her office, they were back in that dark alley and the goat’s words were such a shock that they almost imagined her standing right there beside them, watching impassively and taking notes.

“Wha… no!”

“It’s not an unusual question, or reaction for that matter. You mentioned a preference for males, and even fully heterosexual men can become erect from prostate stimulation.”

“No it… it hurt! It hurt like nothing ever hurt in my life! He was so… he was bigger than me, stronger… he had to choke me so I wouldn’t scream and I was sure that he was ripping me apart!”

“Did you sustain any serious injury?” the goat asked.

“N-no…” Yuu admitted. They’d checked once they limped back home, but there was no blood. Yuu had even been so hopeful and optimistic how the night would end that they’d… prepared. He’d cleaned thoroughly, so when he inspected his sore and puffy pucker his fingers came away covered in nothing but sperm, looking purer and whiter than it had any right to, considering how it got there.

“Go on…” Dr. Cruz said, clearly expecting details. The worst ones.

“He… he was bucking into me… shoving me against the wall like he was trying to push me through it. Every time he t-thrust in I… I had to stand up on the tips of my toes.” They said. The canine’s fur alone hadn’t been enough to muffle the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and in the dead silence of the sound-proofed office Yuu could hear them again, along with whatever pathetic noises he’d been able to make with his windpipe nearly closed shut.

“He was growling into my ear… calling me… calling me a whore. A slut. S-said he liked a… shaved pussy. I have no idea how long he… how long it had gone on for…” Yuu said. They had no concept of time, either seconds or minutes. Just the pain of each thrust, the sickening relief of the hard mass sliding out and then another stab of pain.

“By the time he… he was getting closer he was almost… grinding against me.” The black cat said, ears folding hard against their head as they remembered the pain of their flaccid cock pressed hard against the bricks. “By the time he… was done I couldn’t feel… couldn’t feel it happening. I just felt pain as he ground his hips against me, growling into my ear and telling me to… telling me t-to take his…” Yuu trailed off, even though at that moment they could almost hear the male growling ‘Take my cum you whore!’ into their folded ear.

“He m-must have been holding me up while he… while it was happening. When he pulled out and let me go I just… my legs gave out and I curled up on the ground. He zipped up and…. And walked away…” the cat said, their tone betraying the shock they’d felt. Yuu had expected the male to run away once he was done. That was what someone did when they committed a crime – driving or running away. The canine just walked away from that alley as if nothing serious had really happened, and that he didn’t leave gasping and sobbing cat crumpled up on the ground.

“I appreciate your honesty so far. I know that wasn’t easy, but we’re not quite done. When you’re ready, I need you to tell me what happened next.” She said. Almost like she knew, although there was no way she could. Yuu doubted she could even guess, and knowing that the next part wasn’t going to be any easier, the cat tried to get a grip on their breathing.

“I got home… I can’t remember how. I walked, I could barely stand… I limped and shuffled my way back, feeling… feeling what he’d left in me leak and cool. I couldn’t ask for help, I couldn’t hail a cab b-because I couldn’t… I couldn’t let anyone see me like… that. When I got home I collapsed. I took my clothes off and… check to see if I was… injured.” Yuu said. They’d been sure there would be blood, and it was almost a relief to see nothing but lukewarm cum.

“Then I…” they wanted to say that they just got into the shower and sobbed under the hot water, but the way Dr. Cruz was looking at Yuu gave them the impression that she’d know if they skipped any part of the story, no matter how humiliating. “I think I felt… relief that I wasn’t hurt. I… I took my hand… I put my hand on…” the cat swallowed and finally manage to spit the word out. “I masturbated.”

“To completion?” was the goat’s response, clinical to the point of being surreal. They could imagine her having to hear people re-tell stories of sexual assault, but Yuu doubted that she’d heard this part before.

“Y-yes. I… I don’t know why…” the cat gasped out, tears welling at the corners of the slitted eyes.

They remembered, the hand gripping their cock was still messy as the skinny hairless feline knelt on the cold bathroom tiles, blinking away tears and gasping as their rapist’s seed served as lube. They came hard, harder than any time before, the cat’s sore pucker flashing pain as it pulsed while the slender cock shot Yuu’s seed across the tiles, a much smaller load than the one the cat had carried from that alley all the way back to their home.

“I think I have a good idea…” the therapist said, making a few notes before putting the pad down. Yuu was almost holding their breath, hoping for some insight, some healing words that would make reliving that night worth it.

“I thing I have enough for a preliminary diagnosis of your condition. I’m afraid you won’t get what you’re expecting from therapy. The stress and anxiety you are feeling aren’t the consequence of rape trauma, because you weren’t raped.” The goat said, stunning Yuu by dismissing everything they’d told her, even after seeing how much it had taken the feline to go through it all over again.

“Wha… how can you…” the cat gasped out, feeling panic squeeze their chest tight. It felt uncannily like being pressed against that wall, fighting for breath while their assailant growled in the cat’s folded ear.

“There are two basic ways people react to rape. One if to seek out help, by reporting it to police or confiding in someone they trust deeply enough to help them through this. Another reaction is to simply suppress the traumatic experience and pretend it never happened. This is obviously not prudent and will always cause complications down the line, but it is understandable.”

“But I… I came to you… for help…”

“We’ll circle back to just why you came to see me. Some victims will experience an orgasm during rape, even violent encounters. This doesn’t change the fact that what they had gone through was sexual assault and it is very naïve to think so. An orgasm is ultimately the result of the right nerve endings being stimulated, and a person has no more control over the nerve endings in their genitals than they do over their heart, kidneys or liver. The physiological reaction is in no way proof that they enjoyed the experience. You, however, didn't achieve orgasm while your assailant was penetrating you…” Dr. Cruz said, almost accused in a strangely sterile tone.

“I… I told you I was terrified. I was in pain, I… I was raped!” the black cat insisted. It had been hard to unburden themselves but Yuu never expected that he’d have to convince his therapist that the alleyway encounter was in fact a brutal assault.

“You were forced into a sexual encounter that you didn’t want. The experience was painful and terrifying and your attacker showed no interest in either your enjoyment of the act or even your well-being. Legally speaking you were the victim of a sexual assault, but this isn’t a lawyer’s office. What concerns us isn’t the facts, it is your subjective experience of the event. You were not drugged, you retain vivid memories of the event, so it is your psyche that has the final word on whether or not you truly feel raped. And it is your reaction to the event that reveals the truth.”

“I…” Yuu began but their voice was a croak their throat dry as the cat realized what the doctor was about to say next even before the goat’s mouth opened.

“Your first reaction once you were safe wasn’t to seek help, nor was it to repress the memories of the assault. Your first reaction was to masturbate until you achieved orgasm.”

“But… you said that if I… that it doesn’t prove I enjoyed-“ Yuu stammered but was smoothly cut off.

“Climaxing while your assailant’s cock was stimulating your prostate wouldn’t have indicated that you enjoyed the act…” Dr. Cruz said, and Yuu was so stunned that they didn’t notice the vulgarity the goat had casually snuck into the sentence. “… because that is an involuntary reaction. Beyond your control. But you do have control over your hand, don’t you? It does what you want – you can lift or lower it, you can flex it, you can use it to grip things should you so choose. You chose to wrap it around your erection, and you chose to stroke yourself until completion. Even if you don’t understand why you chose to do it, it doesn’t change the fact it was your decision – a voluntary act. There is no such thing as a masturbation reflex.”

“You… how can you even say that?”

“What were you thinking about while you masturbated?” she asked, not caring that her patient was half-way between outrage and a panic attack.

“I…”

“It was the assault, wasn’t it?” she said, putting her pad and pen away. One hand settled on her thighs while the other… the other hand un-tucked her blouse and slid under the waistband of her skirt! Her expression didn’t change – that flawless professional mask didn’t waver even when Yuu caught movement under the black fabric covering her crotch. “You were remembering what it felt like – being overpowered, entered and used until your assailant finished but you didn’t. Were you fantasizing about what it would have been like to climax while he was inside you?”

“Y-you can’t…I…”

“Late in life though it was, it was your first real sexual experience. They tend to be powerful even when seemingly banal, and your incident last Saturday was anything but. You have been trying for some time to have a sexual encounter, and you wound up having one. The pain, the fear and the violence of the act wasn’t enough to stop you from stroking yourself to climax.”

“I was… confused, I… I came here for help!” Yuu said. They were shaking now, unsure if it was from fear or outrage, but the doctor remained unfazed.

“And I might still be able to help you, but it is important for you to understand the nature of your condition.” She said, still calm and collected while the tight black fabric of her skirt showed what could only be her hand busy between her thighs. “You’ve felt a need for sexual contact for some time. You mentioned being attracted to both males and females with a preference for males. That is because most females expect a male to initiate contact, sexual or otherwise. This requires a level of confidence that you knew you lacked, so you shifted your focus to males. And while you aren’t unattractive, you are not sufficiently extroverted to catch a males eye, nor are you comfortable enough with people to flirt back at anyone who might approach you…” she said, rising from her seat and removing her hand. The fur of two fingers looked noticeably damp.

“Just when you were faced with another failure, a sexual encounter was forced upon you. Hardly what you were hoping for but the experience changed you on a fundamental level.” She said as she walked slowly around the wide-eyed cat lying on her couch. Yuu found themself turning to follow her, the sharp clicks of her heels coming through over their own heart pounding in their ears.

“But I… I haven’t been able to sleep, I’m… I’m a wreck…”

“That is because your rational side is understandably distraught at what your subconscious accepts. You naturally fear pain and injury that could result from any future encounters, but on some level you fear rejection even more. Hence getting assaulted is a more acceptable risk than attempting seduction. If you have someone with a strong sexual drive, no social skills and aggressive tendencies, you have a serial rapist, or the makings of one at least. You check the first two boxes but you are utterly passive, too much to defend yourself, let alone attempt assault. You are essentially a serial victim.”

“But I don’t… I don’t want to be a victim!” Yuu protested, their voice strained and on the verge of tears as he tilted their head up to look at the goat standing above and behind them.

“This is where your anxiety is coming from – you fear where subconscious desires might lead you. You are aware of how risky and even dangerous this behavior is. The short-term solution is for you to acknowledge the reality – this new impulse can’t be waved away by a magic wand. You have allowed yourself to become so weak, you can’t even confront your own impulses.”

“No, I… I can’t accept that. Dr. Cruz, please! I came here for help…” they whined.

“And I think I can help you. The long-term goal will be developing your self-confidence. The short-term goal will be discovering safer ways to indulge your new impulses.” She said, stopping when she was standing to his right before reaching back to unzip her skirt. The black cat was staring in shock well before Dr. Cruz began sliding the tight black fabric off her legs, letting it pool around her feet as she stood there in nothing but black lace panties from the waist down. They didn’t even blink when the goat slid two fingers across the dark silk covering her slit.

“Wha-what are you doing!?”

“Whatever I want. You have no choice in what I do while in here. You do have the choice to leave. The door is unlocked, you can get up right now if you want. You have no control over what will happen, just the choice of whether or not to be here while it does.” She said, and without the bat on an eye or a flick of her long white ears she pulled the wet silk aside, revealing her pale-pink labia just before her fingers sunk in.

They exhaled as one, the therapist in a long sigh and Yuu in a shuddering gasp. They were sure they could leave. Even if Dr. Cruz tried to top them she wasn’t strong enough to overpower them. Not with muscle, at least. Their pulse sped up, their mouth was dry and they were almost shaking on the couch they seemed rooted to. This was what happened on those few occasions someone approached him, whether male or female. Anxiety bordering on panic, too acute to pass off as endearing shyness.

“In this encounter you will be spared physical injury, and the risk of discovery. I make no guarantees regarding pain and humiliation. I might allow you to achieve climax, or I might not. There is nothing you can say or do to earn it. It is a matter of my will or whim. I might even decide by flipping a coin.” She said, and for some reason the idea made Yuu gasp. He could almost imagine himself desperately watching a metal disk spin through the air, rising and then falling to decide his fate.

There was a flash of white as Dr. Cruz casually threw one leg out over their head, resting it on the couch so that the wet fabric covering her crotch was less than a foot from their face. She was looking down at the cat, her expression the same as it had been since they came in - the stoic mask of a professional even though this was anything but. This couldn’t be normal, this couldn’t be therapy, this couldn’t be happening. Yuu was still ruminating on that when the goat’s fingers pulled the soaked panties aside, exposing her slit.

“Lick.” she demanded.

Yuu’s preference for males aside, the therapist was undeniably attractive. The white fur was immaculately groomed, the flesh under it looking toned even though the goat must have been in her late thirties at least. The burgundy red blouse was taut against her chest as she arched her back to push it out, the caprine breasts no doubt being supported by a lace bra matching the elegant black panties. But as attractive as she was, the cat under her was crippled with the anxiety they’d always felt even when a woman just came up to them to say ‘Hi!’.

That would not stop doctor Cruz. Due to their lack of fur or hair, the goat grabbed them by a large black ear and yanked their head up as her patient whimpered in pain. Yuu's mouth was dry from fear, but the doctor was wet. They panted against her glistening folds before giving a tentative lick. The cat didn’t even register the taste of their first pussy, too worried that they might do something wrong. The goat didn’t react to their first few licks, but after a few more she released Yuu’s ear and moved her hand to the back of the feline’s head, pushing it between her shapely thighs.

Yuu was trembling, too timid and too anxious to even lift their hands to touch some of the things they were curious to feel. They should be running their palms up those legs, cupping the goat’s alabaster ass or prying the pale pink labia apart to dig deeper into the honeypot drooling into the cat’s muzzle. But Yuu remained inert, paralyzed save for the tongue doing what it was told to do. By the time Dr. Cruz pulled their head out from between her legs, the cat's muzzle was soaked and thin strands of either Yuu’s saliva or the goat’s secretions briefly connected their lips to hers. She was soaked, their licking must have done something, but the therapist’s face remained impassive, the only proof of her arousal being the wet fur of her crotch and the nipples poking through both her bra and her blouse. Heels clicked as she walked away, giving Yuu a glimpse of a flawless behind until she started rummaging around in a drawer.

“You are still free to leave if you wish…” she said casually, confident that the panting feline wouldn’t. What she was looking for turned out to be a yellow rubber band. She made her way back slowly, deftly undoing a button with each step so by the time she was at Yuu’s side the red blouse was open, revealing a black lace bra holding a pair of full white breasts. They might sag when free of the dark silk, but pushed up they looked breathtaking and the goat’s posture took full advantage of her magnificent bust.

Dr. Cruz turned her attention to the stunned cat, leaning over so that her now open blouse fell like a curtain and hid her breasts while she undid the button and then zipper on Yuu’s pants. The bulge had been obvious even though the thicker fabric of their trousers, and certainly through the thin cotton of their boxer-briefs.

“Good slut…” the therapist said, shocking Yuu with the casual use of the same word they’dheard from his assailant only days before. And it had the same effect in the tidy office as it had in the dark and dirty alleyway. It intimidated the already stunned feline. Her fingers were deft as she fished the fleshy-pink erection out, eyeing it for only a few seconds before winding the rubber band once, twice… three times until it was quite snug around the base of Yuu’s cock.

“This will keep you from achieving orgasm. Like I explained, there is nothing you can say or do that will guarantee release. Like your attacker, begging won’t work on me. This is about me getting what… I… want!” she said, straddling the cat mid-sentence and ending it by pushing Yuu’s glans between her glistening labia and plunging down hard.

Yuu felt their cock bend a little as it was suddenly forced into their therapist’s sex by the goat’s plunge. Dr. Cruz barely groaned as her patient/victim winced and then gasped once the brief flash of pain was replaced by the sensation of a soft, wet heat engulfing their cock. Looking up at her Yuu finally saw something else than a professional mask. Her lips were curved in a sneer and she was looking down at them in more ways than one. She began moving her hips, causing the cat’s shaft to stir and rub the velvety walls of her pussy.

“This is all you are good for, you little cunt. A cocklet, a hole… if the best you can do is to cower, the most you’re going to get is getting used.” she said, lifting her hips enough to let most of Yuu’s now glistening shaft slide from the snugness of her sex before driving them down hard again, easily taking everything the cat had. Her words hurt, but even the violent coupling no longer did, and through their shame Yuu felt their body respond to something they’d long ago given up on.

The cat had once hoped to have a girl call them cute, maybe a patient one that would coax them out of their shell and that in time the feline would find themselves doing with her what he was doing now… or what was being done to him.

He wasn’t bound, he could have seized if not the initiative than at least the goat riding him. But Dr. Cruz was looking at them like something utterly pathetic, and even as her pussy polished their erection the sphinx couldn't help but feel that way. They hadn’t cum since that Saturday, too afraid to try masturbating because they were sure what they’d wind up thinking of while they did. In spite of Dr. Cruz’s sneer her slippery sex was better than anything they’d ever felt and the need to cum surprised even Yuu.

But the rubber band proved effective, and no matter how close they came to release, release wouldn’t come. The cat grimaced and whimpered as they writhed on the couch, the slender pink erection twitching impotently in the embrace of the goat-woman’s sex. The sight of her didn’t help the cat’s distress. her breasts bounced gently in their lacey prison, nipples straining against black silk and making Yuu wonder what they looked like when bared. They were glad for the room’s soundproofing because the smack of bare skin - pink on black- was getting obscenely loud as the caprine female rode them hard, caring little for their comfort.

Even though they’d never seen it in person, let alone felt it, Yuu knew when Dr. Cruz’s climax was near. The woman fixed her eyes on the cat’s own, her gaze so intense that Yuu had the urge to look away. They were sure that if his rapist hadn’t been behind him the dog’s eyes would have looked like that, flashing resentment even on the brink of ecstasy.

“Watch me you little bitch… look me in the eye while I cum…” she said in a menacing tone, silk-bound breasts heaving as she slammed her hips down against the cat’s. She was beautiful as she rode their cock, but the cat still had an overpowering urge to look away, to hide their face from those eyes that saw no value from him except that part being milked by the goat’s sex.

She bit down on a lip painted the same deep red as her blouse as she came, gushing around the slender feline cock as her hands groped her breasts through the silky bra holding them. She was clamping around Yuu and the cat felt their body tense as it failed to achieve release, their cock painfully hard as the goat woman’s body tried to coax something from them that they couldn’t give.

Once she caught her breath, Dr. Cruz dismounted them casually, the feline’s now dripping erection leaving her sex with the faintest ‘pop’ before coming to rest against their lower belly. The goat casually moved the crotch of her panties back into place, the fabric now so soaked that it stuck to her labia and hid nothing of her sex. She carefully buttoned her blouse before putting her skirt back on, tucking the last lock of stray hair away before turning to look at the gasping feline on her couch. Yuu wasn’t restrained. They could have moved, they could have taken the rubber band off. The cat was so close, a stroke or two would have been enough.

“You didn’t resist in the alley, you didn’t resist here. You won’t resist next time, now matter how demeaning or painful it is…” she said, watching the cat out of the corner of one eye before approaching her patient.

She didn’t bother looking at them as she removed the rubber band, not even when she grasped the fleshy cock throbbing in her grip. Yuu was breathing in short, ragged breaths as the goat stroked him with detached ease. It had only been a few seconds, but they’d been so close that the cat’s body was leaping at the chance to seize what it had been denied. Their glans flared before Dr. Cruz wrapped her other hand around it, hiding Yuu’s shame as they pumped several ropes of thick feline cum into her fist. It had happened so quick but it had left the feline gasping and staring at the ceiling until the therapist’s face and messy hand came into view.

“Lick.” she instructed, holding the paw dripping white slime inches away from Yuu’s muzzle. “I don’t have a sink in here. Lick up your mess, or I’ll wipe my hand on your face.”

Yuu did as they were told, and the goat watched them intently, every lick, every grimace from the bitter taste of their own still-warm seed. By the time they tucked his flaccid penis back into their pants and went into the waiting room, Yuu wondered what they must have looked like. Nothing like the carefree woman that had exited before him, they were sure. Luckily there was nobody there but the receptionist.

“Would you like to schedule your next session?” she asked in a warm and friendly tone. If she had any idea of what had happened in there she hid it perfectly.

“Y-yes…” Yuu replied in a voice still shaking from what happened, and what he knew would happen next time.