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Kylie sat at the kitchen counter, with her short lynx tail twitching and the claw of her pinky finger teasing hungrily along her smiling lips. She had heard the sound of the garage door opening and closing and her ears were carefully following every footstep of her boyfriend Alex as he headed her way. A moment later, he was there, a tall lynx framed in the doorway, with an overstuffed paper bag full of groceries hefted against his chest.

He smiled at her, took a step forward, set the groceries down on the counter and said, "Hello, hun."

Kylie lifted her fingers up into the air, where he could see them clearly, and... SNAP!

Kylie watched as the hypnotic trigger took effect. Alex's eyes unfocused. He picked up his groceries and took a step back. Then his eyes refocused and he repeated his earlier actions, only this time he said, "Hello, love," and leaned over the counter to add a kiss to her cheek.

Better, but not quite what Kylie wanted yet. SNAP!

Alex set the groceries down and came to Kylie's side, saying nothing, and only licking around her chin until Kylie opened her muzzle and let him kiss her deeply.

SNAP!

Alex set the groceries down, then stepped back and bowed his head a little. "Your groceries, Ma'am."

SNAP!

Alex set the groceries down, stepped back, and bowed deeply from the waist. "Your groceries, Mistress."

SNAP!

Alex set the groceries down and then prostrated himself on the floor, nose against the tile. "I live to serve my Goddess."

Kylie was finally happy with that. She wasn't even sure if the trigger would produce any further effects after that point. He was right where she wanted him now anyway.

She hopped off the stool and sauntered around to where Alex had drawn himself up into a subservient kneeling position, his knees spread, his hands palms up on his thighs, and his eyes cast down between his knees. She patted over his soft ears and said, "Glad you remember your place, Alex."

And, without Kylie noticing, Alex lifted his hand and... SNAP!

Kylie got up from her chair and petted between Alex's tufted ears. "Such a good boy you are."

SNAP!

Kylie got up from her chair and scritched at the base of Alex's ears. "Such a good pet you are."

SNAP!

Kylie got up from her chair and stood in front of Alex, staring imperiously down at him. "Just where you belong, slave. On your knees."

SNAP!

Kylie got up from her chair and slid her paw under Alex's pants, fondling him once before squeezing his balls a little roughly. "I hope you haven't been sneaking in any jerk-off sessions while at work, bitch. I swear, I should put you in chastity."

SNAP!

Kylie got up from her chair and turned to head towards the bedroom. "Get naked and hard, toy," she called over her shoulder. "I was thinking of using a dildo, but since you're here, you might do a little better. Be ready to pleasure me in one minute."

Alex smiled as he started to disrobe. Finally. He had her right where he wanted her.

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Together

Paul had always wanted to be close to John, but not this way. The two wolves were tied together in an almost pitch-black room, chest to chest, hip to hip, straining cock against straining cock. The only thing he could see, besides his crush's placid, white-furred face, was a crystal hanging in the air between their faces. It swayed slowly and flickered in hues of violet that made it hard to look away, hard to think.

John had struggled at first, but now he was staring unseeingly into the crystal. His mouth moved in the shape of words that Paul couldn't quite hear. His drooling shaft ground forward into the black wolf's belly fur, and Paul, despite his predicament, had trouble thinking of anything other than that cock, the one he had fantasized about for so long pressing needily in against him as if Paul and only Paul could grant it the release it so desperately needed. Paul's own shaft throbbed in response.

If it weren't for that crystal, if it weren't for those quiet voices teasing at his thoughts, if it weren't for the bindings that held them in place, Paul would turn around, lift his tail, and let that hunk of a wolf breed him all day long.

And then he had a thought. He wasn't sure where the thought came from. He knew that if he looked into the crystal harder, he might lose his thoughts to lust just as John had and there was that constant whisper in his ear about obedience. But then, maybe, perhaps, it might just be that if he looked, he would also be able to fuck John.

Paul swallowed and stared into the depths of the crystal.

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Hide and Seek

"You're getting warmer."

Lizzie shuddered. The little rabbit felt that the words were true in both a literal and euphemistic sense. In the literal sense, she was using the augmented reality Hide and Seek overlay on her glasses to meet her long-time online boyfriend, Xavier. In the euphemistic sense, she was unable to get last night's conversation with him, and all the teasing it contained, out of her head, so she was wandering down the city street with her nipples stiff under her blouse and her sex nagging her to find a spot to slip aside and finger it for a bit.

"You're trying too hard," Xavier teased in her ear from his unknown location. "You need to focus beyond the game."

Lizzie sighed a little. The flickering lines that zoomed through her vision were her only clues as to how close she was. But at the same time, they were really hard to get a bead on.

"Focus out beyond your vision. Focus on my words instead of the display."

Huh, Lizzie was a little surprised when that worked. She was watching the pedestrians walking up and down the sidewalk instead of the glasses themselves, and it seemed to make things work a bit better. "Hey, that did something!" she giggled into her end of the line.

"Yes, yes, my pet. Now focus. Follow my voice. You're getting warmer."

Lizzie squirmed a little. God, yes, she was getting warm. She couldn't stop thinking about Xavier and how it would feel to finally meet him, to finally kiss him, to finally kneel down and suck... wait. No, she'd never thought about that before. But now that she was, it did seem like a great idea. He'd also never called her pet before, but she didn't think about that. She had to reach him.

Lizzie followed her instincts and ducked down a side-street. The lines in her vision had grown a soft red. They were distracting, making it hard to think. She had to keep focusing beyond them.

"Good, good," he coaxed in her ear. "You're hot." He gave a throaty, lusty growl. "So very hot."

Lizzie felt flushed. She opened her coat up and let the cool air tickle her body. "You tease," she said.

"Can't wait to get you hear and undress you."

Already? On their first meeting? "But you..."

"Focus. You're close now."

She was. She was so close. The rabbit squeezed her thighs together and tried not to think about how she would cum if she touched herself even once. She tried not to think about how her nipples were clearly showing under her thin blouse. "I'm close," she agreed, without thinking about why she said it.

"Focus on me. Come to me, so you can cum for me."

Wait, why had he said that? That was odd. Wasn't it?

"Focus. You're so close. Come closer."

Right. Focus. Lizzie wandered into a hotel. The lines in her glasses had shifted to a bright red. Yes, she was close. She knew it. She didn't pay attention to the people around her, staring at her as she moaned lewdly. She couldn't stop thinking about Xavier and didn't want to, not now that she was so close.

"You're so hot now. Burning hot. Boiling hot."

Lizzie stared at the elevator, panting hard. Which floor? "I don't know where to go..." she whined. Surely she couldn't check each floor.

"Try the stares. Come closer to me. Come closer for me. Come closer so you can cum for me."

Lizzie's ears perked at the thought of cumming for her lover. The rabbit almost ran for the stairs, going up them two at a time.

"So hot. Boiling hot."

Too hot, Lizzie felt. She left her jacket behind on the steps.

"So close, my pet."

She was going to orgasm if she took another step, if her pants brushed her sex one more time. So she tore them off and kept climbing, heedless to anything else around her, focusing only on the voice of her... her boyfriend? No, her Master. "I'm almost there. So close."

"Yes, my pet. Come to me, so you can cum for me."

The lights in her vision were pulsating bright red, oozing arousal and need straight into her brain. She couldn't think of anything else but cumming in her Master's presence. The rabbit yanked off the rest of her clothes, except for her glasses, and ran for the top floor, finding the penthouse suite door held wide open, beckoning her in. She ran for it and immediately knelt down, panting, shivering, so close, so focused, so obedient.

"You came," Xavier said, the bat standing before her. "So cum!"

Lizzie moaned and climaxed away the last of her free will.

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Acolytes

"I'm home!" Angela shouted as the cougar kicked off her high heels and threw her briefcase into a corner. Her ears were perked for the reply as she took off her jacket and hung it in the closet. But nothing came. "Jenny?" She called.

The cougar stepped quietly through the house, but she neither heard nor saw any sign of her wife until she reached the art studio. There she saw the coyote kneeling in the middle of the floor, as if meditating, wearing an outfit that Angela had never seen her in before. "Jenny?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The coyote's eyes sprung open as if she had been awaken suddenly. "Oh, Angela, hi." She sprang to her feet and rushed over to hug her. She stopped an instant before and glanced at her hands, then down at her body, searching for any stray bits of clay or still wet drops of paint. Finding none, she sprang in to hug the cougar tightly.

"Had me worried for a second there. And what are you wearing?"

The coyote hopped out of her lover's embrace and pirouetted on the floor. She was wearing what would loosely be described as a loincloth. It was one loose, thin wrap around her chest and another around her hips, with a tiny strip slipping down to cover her sex. The cloth was decorated with designs that seemed at one point Aztec in style, at another South African, and in a third Chinese. The only other thing she wore was an azure pendant that snuggled into the thick white fur of her chest. "Isn't it wonderful? The Goddess has been inspiring me so."

Angela quirked an eyebrow and flicked her gaze to the side. The Goddess, that's what Jenny called the full-size kitsune statue that dominated the studio space. She'd built it about a month ago, and ever since had been going on an absolute spree, making painting after painting after statue after statue. It was some of Jenny's best work, and she'd been happier than Angela could remember her ever being, so the cougar did not mind so much. She felt a small twinge of jealousy that it was an inanimate statue, not herself, who inspired such feelings in her wife.

"It looks gorgeous," Angela said honestly. "You look hot."

"Don't I always?"

"Hotter than usual."

Jenny giggled and leaned in to give a kiss to the cougar's cheek then pulled back, giving a seductive sway of her hips and flick of her tail. "Oh, and I got something for you." Her hands came to the bottom of her barely-covered breasts, pushing them out.

Angela blushed lightly, but couldn't pull her gaze away from that gorgeous chest. "What is that?"

Jenny spun on her heels and undid the cord holding the cloth over her chest. The little scrap drifted to the ground as the coyote twirled back into place, looking so much like some harem slave dancing for her Master. As the cloth fell, it revealed two shining baubles dangling from her nipples, each with another little bit of azure inside it.

"Y-you got them pierced!"

Jenny murred huskily and pushed forward, holding her breasts out. "Uh-huh."

"But you said you would never do that."

Jenny picked up the cougar's hands and pressed them against her own breasts. "I did it for you. The Goddess reminded me that I owe so much to you, my love. It's only fair that I should do something for you."

For once, Angela didn't feel even a twinge of jealousy of the Goddess. If anything else, she felt thankful.

"They're still sensitive," Jenny whispered out. "Play with them. I want you to."

Angela didn't want to do anything else. Her fingers played over that soft flesh, claws lightly dragging through the thick fur that covered them. Her thumbs brushed the pierced nipples and flicked them, earning a deep, powerful moan from the coyote. The sight of it and the sound of her lover's obviously intense pleasure sent shivers straight down her spine and to her sex, which clenched with need. She flicked the nipples again, which made the coyote bite her lip, which made Angela's own lust double in an instant. She tried to keep herself calm though. She was still fully dressed, after all. "You look so beautiful."

"I am yours, my love," the coyote said, drawing back so that Angela's questing fingers tugged her nipples and pulled another moan from her throat. "I want to be here for all you desire, all your fantasies. I want to thank you properly for all you have done for me. I want to be dressed to please you. I want you to know that you can have me on my knees whenever you want, ready to worship your sex as it deserves to be."

Angela's sex clenched again, feeling so damp now. "God, Jenny, you're turning me on so much."

"Goddess," Jenny softly corrected. "And don't let anything stop you. You deserve this."

Angela had never before stripped naked in Jenny's studio, but she did right then and there, pulling the coyote tightly in against her. Her hands were so preoccupied with the coyote's beautiful breasts that she hardly noticed the coyote's paw press to her sex and then slide a pair of fingers in with almost no resistance. One of the coyote's claws thumbed her clit in a way that made her melt into her wife's arms. The cougar kissed and nipped over the coyote's cheek and neck and shoulders as the coyote pushed her arousal to heights she hadn't felt in years.

The coyote's fingers stopped with Angela just shy of climax. The cougar groaned and tried to grind against them, but it was no good; the coyote knew how to hold her right on the edge.

"I'd love for you to do something for me too," the coyote said.

"God, yes, anything."

"Goddess," she corrected again. "I made a second set of clothes." Her fingers slid out of the cougar's sex, which clenched again and again on nothingness, craving their return. The coyote pulled out a bundle of cloth from a nearby desk and started to dress her wife the same way she had been: a loose wrap around the hips, another loose wrap around the chest, and then the azure pendant hung around her neck.

"Wait," Angela said, feeling woozy. "Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," the coyote said, her fingers returning to the cougar's sex and pushing in deep and hard. "The Goddess wishes to use you as well. You just need to accept her will."

"But I..."

"You are so sexy, so beautiful. You will make a fine acolyte." Her thumb pressed against the nub of Angela's clit and brushed back and forth at a fierce pace until the cougar shuddered, climaxing in her arms. Jenny looked deep into her eyes and saw the tiny hint of blue at the back of them, the mark of the Goddess. "I am yours, my love, and you are mine."

"I am yours, and you are mine," the cougar agreed.

"We will serve the Goddess together."

Angela gave a moan of anticipation at what that meant. "We will serve the Goddess together."

The two women turned as one and bowed deeply before the statue, which, if they had paid close enough attention to notice, was grinning a bit wider.

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Training

"1... 2... 3... CUM!"

The wolf beneath Mara thrust in deep, but there was no telltale throbbing and wetness associated with his orgasm. The red panda churred down at him.

"That's okay, just relax, relax once again for me. Remember. You can only cum when I permit. You can only cum when I allow."

The wolf was so dazed, that his hypnotized mind overrode his desire to hump until his orgasm exploded out of him. He fell back flat against the bed, panting and tongue lolling out. His shaft stayed still outside of the occasional throb within her. Mara enjoyed grinding down against him a few times.

"Calm and quiet. Your mind only hears my words. You think of nothing but what I command. Breathe deep and slow."

The wolf's body calmed as it drew back from the edge, and Mara grinned at how much he was putty in her hands.

"But now you want to thrust again. You're so horny and I smell like I'm in heat. You want to breed me, rut me, fuck me. But you can't cum unless I permit."

The wolf's demeanor changed in an instant, gripping her hips and resuming thrusting, pounding his thick shaft into her over and over again. It took less than a minute before he was whining from being so close to the edge but unable to go over.

"That's it. Wait for my signal. 1... 2... 3... CUM!"

The wolf strained, but he couldn't sync up with her words. No orgasm.

Oh well, Mara thought. It was much harder to train a male to cum on command than it was to train him to be unable to command any other time. It would take time. But even though he wouldn't cum until she said, she was going to enjoy the dozens and dozens of orgasms his training would give her.