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Screw the Roses

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by D.C. Yote

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"So...what is it you want me to do, exactly?"

The coyote swallowed and shifted his weight from hind paw to paw, turning his head to follow the path of the canine as she walked around him in a small, speculative circle. The German Shepherd - the older of the Shepsisters - exhaled softly, narrowing her eyes. She wore nothing but her fur - not that she needed anything to draw attention to her muscled curves, which showed through her tan and black fur. An assassin, or available for 'hired work', as she preferred, the canine was not a lady to be messed with by any stretch of one's imagination.

Yet Danica folded sensually to her knees before Yote, tail wagging lightly as she presented herself in the middle of his bedroom as if for his admiration. He stepped back, surveying her as she had looked him over, struggling to keep his ears forward. His eyes raked her body hungrily, nose twitching, as he took in every nuance of her form, from her dark chocolate hair - unnaturally long for her sense of style - to how her breasts pulled slightly down under their own weight, nipples perked up through her fur.

"I told you." Danica tipped her muzzle up, challenging him with her gaze. "Tonight, you hold the leash."

Yote shook his head, sliding his gaze away. His knees twitched, wanting to buckle, but the short whip in his paw told a different tale. She'd pressed it into his palm, curling his fingers around it, and yet it still felt foreign. He shivered. Since when had he held a whip around either of the Shepsisters? Whether it was Danica or his...Dora. Whether he was with Danica or Dora, the Shepsisters had always held the leash.

And Dora took him when she pleased.

"Is this because it's Valentine's night?" He asked, licking his lips as his shaft tented out the front of his practice trousers, pushing against the light coloured fabric. "Are you taking pity on me because Dora's not here?"

Danica laughed, spreading her knees apart and arching her back to thrust out her full, heavy bosom. The coyote whined and tipped forward, half-reaching out with his free paw, but not quite completing the motion of stroking her fur. Could he? Was he allowed?

"No, coyote, this is because it is a night and I want to make use of you in this way. You know our deal."

Oh, he certainly did, though their deal usually had him bound and gagged while either one of the Shepsisters had _their_way with him. He rolled his bare shoulders, striving and failing to cover his indecision as Danica waited, fur pricking up on the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. He didn't have much time left to make the decision, whichever way he went. Yote rubbed the back of his head, short claws scratching through his fur.

Would it be so bad to dominate Danica, if but for an evening? The coyote hid his tremble behind a cough.

"It isn't as if you don't want me," she coaxed, ears flicking to catch the rustle of clothing over his fur. "And this is what I want from you."

Yote's muzzle stretchd slowly into a grin. What male could argue with that logic? Even if a small, niggling part of his mind chirped up to insist that he was digging a hole, or at the very least having one dug for him.

"As you wish then..." He chuckled, dropping his trousers to leave him standing as naked as the beautiful dog waiting for him. "Though I will not be calling you 'Mistress' tonight."

Grinning, he cupped her muzzle, forcing her to look up at him, though she did not resist his hold.

"That goes without saying, sweet one."

Whimpering softly, Danica licked his palm, playing her tongue between his fingers and suckling gently, eyes wide and deceptively innocent. The coyote shook, cock throbbing as a gleaming drop of pre-cum gathered at the tapered pink tip. She growled softly under her breath, running her flexible tongue up the length of his shaft from the base, where his knot would later swell, to the tip, scooping up that drop of pre. Yote hissed through his teeth from that brief touch alone, toes curling as he rocked back onto his heels. Good lord, did she know what to do with that tongue!

"Will you tie me up?" She breathed with a shudder. "It's been so long since I've felt that release."

Yote nuzzled her neck, sharp teeth nipping and licking down to her collarbone.

"Of course." His breath mingled with hers, sharing a fleeting kiss that had her leaning forward as if to chase after his touch. "For I may be leashing you temporarily, but I am not someone who doesn't want to give you pleasure too."

The coyote smiled, dipping into the toy box at the foot of his bed for a pair of leather cuffs that were, for once, not to be used on him. Danica's breath quickened and he patted the bed, setting out his chosen slips of leather and rope with a contemplative wag of his tail. He didn't look at her, knowing in his gut that she would follow his direction, and, a moment later, the bed creaked as Danica slipped past him.

"On your back, my dear."

Danica woofed quietly, obliging him by stretching out on her back with her arms above her head, hair fanned out around her head and neck like a brunette halo. She cast him a sultry look and his heart leapt in his chest, thudding heavily within his ribcage. And it would have been so easy to drop to his knees and beg her to do as she willed with him, yet he'd found the lay of the land and was unwilling to give up what he'd uncovered.

Before the German Shepherd could even think of changing her mind, he tightened a leather cuff around all four of her paws, touching the O-ring on each with the tip of a claw as if to tease her with the clink of metal. She shivered, letting him stretch her arms and legs out so that she was spread for the taking, rope secured between the cuffs and the handy O-rings set into the walls. Wriggling, Danica whined and sucked in a quick breath, head tipping back onto the pillows, breasts rising to an imaginary touch.

Yote couldn't drag his eyes away, his long tongue snaking out to lap over the side of his muzzle. Usually it was him in that position, a toy for Dora or Danica's pleasure. His lust surged, cock throbbing. Just not tonight. Tonight, he was in charge.

Pushing up onto his toes, he leaned over the bound canine, letting her squirm and wriggle within her bondage. But there was no slack in the restraints and no weaknesses in the knots she could exploit. The canine huffed, heat racing up her neck in a deep flush as she struggled and fought, throwing and twisting her body into the motion.

Yote laughed, folding his arms across his chest.

"I work in the same industry as you. Did you really think my knots would be that easy to squirm free from?"

Danica cast him a dirty look.

"I could get loose if I wanted to!"

Her voice came out shriller than what he was used to, a submissive lilt that he had never heard before lacing her tone. The coyote trailed his fingers down the line of her body between her breasts, smiling as she arched up into his touch.

"I'm sure you could get free, Danica, but the truth of the matter is that you don't want to get away from me, do you?" He murmured, joining her on the bed as he took a nipple between his lips and suckled gently. "You want to be right here...with me. Under me."

Danica moaned, pushing her breast into his muzzle as she heaved. Sliding his paws under her body, he pulled her up to his lips, sharp teeth nipping over the tight bud. She melted in his paws, squealing as he lathered her other breast in the same attention, fingers lightly digging into the soft flesh as he flicked his tongue over her nipple without an ounce of mercy. And Danica was putty in his paws, fallen at his mercy, for, as he said, she didn't really want to escape.

Sometimes she had to let her submissive side out too.

The coyote's hot breath washed over her nipples, a slick sheen of saliva cooling over them as he pulled back, hard cock pressing into her thigh. Danica trembled, paws curled into fists as she tried to arch up even further from the bed, but found even the limits of her flexibility challenged. She could not demand with her body anymore.

"Get your tongue in me, Yote," she hissed, eyes feverish as her hair clung to the back of her neck, a rumpled mess around her twitching ears. "Can't you smell me? Don't you want to taste me?"

The coyote winked.

"Oh, I do... And I will. But we're on my terms tonight and I think I have something that will make you feel even better. Maybe even scream for me through climax after sweet climax."

He scooted back, dipping his muzzle between her legs, breath just tickling her pussy lips where the fur was thinnest, letting the delicate pink flesh with blood. Danica growled and rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder.

"Fuck me..."

Yote nuzzled her inner thigh, pulling back as the canine groaned wantonly.

"All in good time, my dear."

He slipped off the end of the bed, diving into the toy chest with a sharp bark. Excitement set his skin alight, tail wagging as he dug through right to the bottom for the toys Dora loved best. She'd made use of his body more frequently than that kind of toy of late, dildos and vibrators falling out of favour. He couldn't complain that she liked his tongue more, however, even if the toys made her moan so wonderfully. He smiled at the memory, laying them out, one by one, at the foot of the bed while Danica craned her head to see, hair falling into her eyes.

Yes... Those would do nicely. They deserved some love too.

Kneeling between Danica's legs, the coyote rumbled a soft growl and pressed the tip of a black dildo to her slick pussy. There would be no need for lubricant, he thought to himself with a shiver, letting the canine's own juices drench the tip of the toy. It gleamed in the low light as if slathered in shiny, black latex and she tried to pull her hind paws back under her body to push up to it. The ropes, however, were stretched too taut for her to do more than spread them and she collapsed with a whine as he pushed the toy slowly deep into her.

"Fuck..."

Yote rested his head on her thigh, watching the progress of the toy, now coated with a creamy layer of her juices, as he pumped it slowly in and out of her cunny, drawing out each thrust so that she whined and begged for more. As large as his shaft was around - at a glance, at least - the toy drove as deep into her pussy as it could possibly go before pulling out, her sex clenching and rippling around it as if the only thing Danica wanted was for it to stay inside her.

"Please..." She breathed. "More. I want more."

"All in good time. On my time."

She groaned and twisted, but there was no escape to be had from the persistent coyote. Swapping the toy out for a second, larger one with delightful ripples running down the full length, he slickened it with her arousal and slipped the full length into her snatch without warning. The canine groaned and clung to the sheets, screwing them up in her fists, as the ridges popped into her, one by one.

The canine howled.

"Does that feel as good as it sounds?"

By way of reply, Danica tipped her head back and groaned, tongue lolling from her muzzle. The coyote laughed and worked the toy as deep as it would go, the muscles in his arm bulging as he pumped it back and forth. Her moans were music to his ears, although he couldn't help but find it strange to be on the 'giving' side of pleasure in such a way. His mind drifted, ears flicking to catch Danica's groans and pants as he finally allowed his tongue to snake out, teasing the nub of her clit with the lightest touch he could manage.

The response from Danica was electric, the canine arching into his tongue and whimpering for more, words that he would never have dreamed of coming from her flowing from her lips like a fine wine. Emboldened and thrumming with the seed of his newfound dominance, the coyote growled and nipped her inner thigh playfully, leaning into the brush of her fur against his cheek. His muzzle warmed swiftly to the heat of her body, cold nose grazing her lips and the pulled back hood of flesh that should have normally covered her clitoris. He allowed himself a grin as her arousal had caused it to protrude wantonly from its little hood, swollen and flushed with blood. There was no hiding how the canine loved to 'let go' of her daily leadership from time to time - at least behind closed doors.

Yote licked his lips, playing the tip of his tongue over her clit as he worked the dildo into her in long, smooth strokes that pushed her nearly over the edge - so close! Yet he slowed his pace with a chuckle, letting her come back from the tipping point with a needy whine and wriggle of her hips, clit pulsing with blood. He ached to take that gorgeous nub between his lips and suckle until she shrieked in orgasm. But not yet. Not quite.

For even though he loved to make the German Shepherd moan and draw out the tantalising pleasure, there was another side to dominance that he had not had the ability to explore in a long time. Yote shivered. Too long. Far, far too long. His fingers itched, creeping back towards the toy chest without conscious thought. The flicking notion in the back of his mind knew what he wanted even if he didn't

Dora would have killed him for even considering it - and put him in his place too for good measure. But maybe Danica...

He didn't let himself finish the thought, leaving the toy plunged deep into Danica's cunt as he retreated, a secretive grin flashing across his muzzle. The canine's chest heaved, eyes wide and pleading for release that he would not yet allow. It would only be all the more potent for her waiting, if not patiently.

Tipping his muzzle up confidently, the coyote rolled his shoulders back, stretching out his arms over his head to let the muscle pull and work beneath his fur. Making Danica moan so much really was a workout for his arms, it had to be said! He supposed he could only be relieved that he'd tied her up so that he didn't have to think about pinning her down while he drew those moans from her soft lips.

"Why've you stopped?" She groaned, head falling back to the pillows. "You tease so... Maybe we should have let this side of you out earlier..."

Yote grinned and winked.

"Only for you, Danica, only for you. I would not overstep my bounds otherwise...trust me."

Kneeling out of her line of sight on the floor at the foot of the bed, he lifted a slender object from the clasps beneath the lid. It was kept within easy reach - one of Dora's favourite implements to use on him. He shivered, fingers caressing the leather flap at the tip of the crop, cock drooling pre-cum into a sticky patch on the carpet. So many memories, each one more arousing than the last. The coyote's shoulders stiffened, hips bucking as if to thrust into an imaginary paw, remembering the sting of the crop on his backside. There would never be anything quite like submitting to the paw of his mistress, however she wanted to take him.

His cock throbbed, bringing him back to reality with a growl and a chuckle. Oh, his release would be sweet too, when it came. But not yet. He trembled. He knew how to wait too.

Sitting up on his knees, he shot Danica a grin down the length of the bed, tail twitching mischievously in his distraction.

"Yet maybe it's prime time for what I'd call a little payback..."

The German Shepherd frowned, a flicker of doubt crossing her muzzle.

"What do you have in mind?"

Laying the crop down on the end of the bed, Yote slowly and deliberately untied the ropes keeping her arms and legs spread without removing her leather cuffs. He left the dildo buried in her snatch, letting her tightness keep it in place even as her pussy squeezed and rippled along the length, trying to milk it unconsciously. Sitting up, the canine stretched her arms out in front of her body and shot the coyote a coy look out of the corner of her eye, letting her brown hair half-shield her muzzle.

"Payback, you say?"

Smirking, Yote cupped her muzzle and dropped a tender kiss on her nose. She flicked her tongue out, trying to capture his lips to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back in time, easily pulling her arms behind her back and holding her wrists together. Danica sucked in a breath, pulse racing in a quiver of fur and flesh at her throat. Pressing the side of his muzzle to the flickering pulse, Yote groaned and played his tongue over the pulse point showing how her heart raced faster and faster, the canine trying to grind back at him even with a toy deep in her pussy.

Not caring for the cuffs - they were more of an accessory anyway - Yote laid Danica's forearms along one another behind her back, securing them quickly and neatly with one length of rope. She squirmed, testing its security and finding it to hold. Her breath quickened, head tipping to the side to expose her throat. The coyote shivered. She was his for the taking.

Being a dom had its perks too!

Guiding her gently off the bed, he ran a paw down her back and full, muscled rump, enjoying the sway of her body. There was not an ounce of spare fat on her - really, their line of work didn't allow it - and he growled softly, pinning her lightly over the edge of the bed, breasts flattened into the sheets.

"You want this."

It was a statement, not a question, and Danica whimpered, pressing her muzzle into the bed. She didn't need to speak to tell him what he needed to hear, spreading her legs apart to allow him the best access to her pussy. The dildo pulled up, moved back and forth by the twitch of her passage. He wondered how hard she would clench around it when the first blow landed.

Picking up the short whip, he pushed her tail up with the back of his arm as he readied himself as much as he tried to let her know what was coming. Had she ever felt the strike of a whip? He could not know.

The whip whistled through the air, coming down on her upturned rump with a sharp, resounding smack. Her eyes widened and she twisted her muzzle down into the bed, shuddering through a bitten back howl. Rubbing her lower back soothingly, the coyote grinned and flicked the whip again, placing the leather flap on the other side of her buttocks, spacing out the strikes as her juices soaked the dildo. It was a wonder that it didn't drop from her cunny with how wet she was, but her lips flushed with blood as she squeezed down on it, every hit forcing her muscles to tense involuntarily.

He howled, flicking the whip with old skill to cover her backside with a as loving a cropping as he could possibly deliver, leaving no spot untouched. She howled and arched into him, pushing up onto her toes as she bore the warming glow and sting of pain mingling with pleasure until she couldn't tell one from the other. Running his fingers lightly through the fur on the underside of her tail, the coyote leaned over her, boldly pushing her to the limits of what he thought she could take in ecstasy.

Good gods how he'd missed this!

By the time he'd finished, the canine's tongue lolled from her muzzle, eyes dazed as she tried to dance away from the pain and buck into pleasure simultaneously. Yote dropped to his knees and pressed his muzzle to her clit, wriggling between her legs so that the back of his head bumped into the bed. It was cramped, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Now you can have all you desire, Ms Shepsister," he breathed, teasing her cunny with the tip of his tongue. "You've played my game."

He moaned as he gave her clit the consideration she'd craved from the beginning, lavishing attention on it with his tongue and lips. He let the crop fall to the side, thrusting the dildo with difficulty as her juices splattered, soaking her inner thighs. He smirked privately to himself. If he'd had any reservations about the cropping he'd just given Danica, the arousal displayed by her body swiftly banished them from his mind. There could be no denying what this Shepsister desired, if only from time to time.

Danica's breath came in short, harsh pants and she wriggled in his hold, muscles tense as her pleasure rocketed. The coyote suddenly found his muzzle trapped between the bed and her thighs as the canine howled out her pleasure, bucking and writhing against his muzzle. Yote was simply along for the ride, holding onto her thigh as if it would keep them in place, tongue lashing her clit for all he was worth. Grinding onto his muzzle, the canine tried to jerk free of her bondage, but finding herself yet again restrained only seemed to heighten her pleasure, spurring her on to fresh heights as her orgasm stretched out and out, drenching his muzzle in her juices.

He panted softly as she came down from ecstasy at last, muzzle drowned in her scent. He held her softly, letting the dildo slip from her pussy before it could become uncomfortable, and massaged her sore buttocks, bringing more pleasant warmth to her tingling skin. She wouldn't end up with welts like him after a session, but it was not her side to bear marks the next day.

Yote smiled, though still breathless, as the canine groaned above him, legs trembling. Was it his turn now?

"I see you've played your game, pet... And now it's time for mine."

Yote whipped around, heart in his throat, to see Dora silhouetted in the doorway, illuminated by the hallway light at her back. Her golden hair just barely brushed her shoulders and he groaned reflexively, his hard cock reminding him that he was yet to get off himself. But it seemed that the other Shepsister had other plans in mind for him, if the harness snug around her hips and large strap-on dildo told a true tale.

The coyote's breath caught and, despite everything he'd just done, he fell to his knees at her feet, a pup for her pleasure. Dora stepped up to him, bare hind paws obscuring his vision as he dipped his muzzle down to the floor, tail wagging quicker than he would have been proud to admit. Who needed to dominate when he had Dora? He swallowed and arched his back, lines of muscle pushing through fur as he showed off for her - just as he knew she liked.

He'd gotten to know a lot about Dora with all the time they spent together.

Stroking his muzzle, his mistress slipped a collar around his neck and buckled it, putting him back where he belonged. He whined and nuzzled into her paw happily, eyes half-lidded as his cock pulsed and refused to retreat into its sheath. The blonde-haired Shepsister giggled and turned his muzzle up to make him meet her eyes. It didn't help that there was a massive dildo cutting directly across his line of sight.

"Happy Valentine's day...pet."

Danica rolled her eyes and the other two turned to look at her, eyes widened innocently. The German Shepherd snorted. There could be nothing innocent about the two of them. They weren't playing games any longer.

"Will you just call him your boyfriend already?"