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Dominating her Coyote

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by D.C. Yote

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D.C. Yote, called Dan by those he knew a little more personally, sighed and leaned back into the sofa, paws behind his head. Staring forlornly at the unlit fireplace, the wood stacked neatly in the centre as if it was waiting to be lit, he shuffled into the cushions and flicked his tail out to the site. Dan's tan fur melded into cream and shades of grey, some of the strands darkening with black tips as his summer coat came in. He rubbed his shoulders and made a face as fluff drifted away from his body and settled on the lusciously rich, dark green sofa. Dora would have him cleaning that up later, he was sure of it, but the laziness thrumming through his body kept him in place against his better judgement.

It wasn't going anywhere, he thought with a yawn. It would keep.

It was difficult to not be lazy when he was in his bare fur in such a luxurious room. Everything about Dora and Danica's home dripped with a sense of richness, the dark beams and panelling speaking of the wealth gained in their line of work. Officially, the Shepsisters took on bodyguard jobs and the like, but, in reality, they'd take on any work that offered the greatest payoff and, in Dora's case, the biggest thrill too. Assassination paid highly, after all. It was a good thing it was a line of work that Yote could well and truly keep in with too, as unconventional as it was.

He yawned and stretched out his arms above his head, wracking his brain for an answer that simply wasn't there. Flopping down onto the sofa, he groaned and pressed his knuckles into his eyes.

"Something distracting you there?"

He shot upright as if he'd been stung, scrabbling to sit to attention with the pink leather collar around his neck proving a suddenly notable weight. It had had a new addition to the O-ring since she'd originally locked it around his neck: a pink pistol tag that dangled down over his collarbones. Anyone who was anyone would know just who he belonged to if they saw it. And it was something that the coyote didn't mind at all - not one little bit, in fact.

That said, he didn't want his mistress to catch him lounging when...well... It was not as if he had any work to do, but she was liable to find something for him to occupy himself with if he seemed to be on the bored side. Yote smiled faintly. Sometimes that wasn't an entirely bad thing.

His mistress - girlfriend too, if one wanted to get technical about it - stalked into view with her defined muzzle tilted at a cocky angle. The loose T-shirt hanging over her bare breasts was casual enough for her to wear around her home, but the latex thong highlighting the muscled curve of her buttocks was something out of place with the casual attire, hind paws clad in shockingly high heels. They clacked across the polished wood floor as she turned on her heel in front of him, an eyebrow raised and a paw on her cocked hip.

"Seem to have something on your mind there, don't you, Yote?"

His cheeks flushed with blood and he looked away.

For the love of all that is saintly, don't ask me why this time, Dora, please no, no, no, no_..._

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Luckily, the German Shepherd was distracted herself, pivoting back and forth in her heels as if she was simply trying out a new outfit. Obviously, she leaned over, her sharply cut blonde hair falling forward as she tested her mobility and flexibility in what were, very clearly, new shoes. Or, at least, Yote hadn't seen them before, yet still hoped that she would wear them a lot. Particularly around him. Especially around him.

As if to highlight the effect, she reached down to touch her toes, huffing when she reached the limits of her admittedly very flexible hamstrings. Her buttocks were pushed up and the coyote whimpered as he could not help but stare, her tail lifting as if to show off her curves even more. Lean and mean, the German Shepherd was in as good shape, if not better, than him and her fur barely concealed the hard lines of muscle that made her the deadly weapon she truly was.

Swallowing hard as the canine clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and strutted back and forth with her tail swishing. Yote followed her every move with his eyes alone, hardly daring to breathe, let alone move. Her tempers, after all, were legendary. He very much doubted she'd pull her pistols on him, but she'd find something else that would have him whimpering and wishing he'd just kept his gob shut a moment longer if he was having a particularly unlucky day.

Not that that was always a bad thing.

"What are you doing?" He managed to force out thickly. "Mistress," he added, when she shot him a look, blue eyes as stark as steel.

"Testing these out," she threw back, waving her paw vaguely. "Get the fire going, little 'yote."

He was up and on his feet, moving to obey, before his brain had really caught up with what she'd said. Blushing, the coyote turned his back on her, bustling to sort the fire just as she liked it, feeding it kindling until the sparks took and crackled into the very beginning of a roaring blaze.

"Mm, you sure do have a nice ass there, my coyote pup," Dora murmured, resting her chin on the seat of the sofa so as to better appreciate the view. "And it does so look like it could do with some particular...abuse."

The coyote gulped and straightened, putting the poker to the side. Automatically, he crossed his paws behind his back, ears folding down sheepishly.

"I thought I'd been good lately?" He tried, though the look in the German Shepherd's eye had the words faltering on his lips even as he uttered them. "Haven't I done well, mistress?"

Dora looked him up and down speculatively.

"Perhaps you have, perhaps you have not. But you're thinking over something, little 'yote. I can tell."

He winced and turned his head away, sinking down on his heels in a low squat.

"Maybe," he murmured, looking at the rug. "But...well..."

She clicked across the floor to him, tipping his muzzle up so he was forced to look her in the eye. The coyote's eyes raked over her underwear and, despite himself, he whimpered and licked his lips.

"What?" Her eyes locked onto his, intense in their burning ferocity. "Tell me."

He shivered. There was no escaping that tone.

"It's your...birthday," he said, reluctance brimming over in his tone. "I just don't know what to get you."

Dora blinked.

"Really? Is that it?"

The coyote rolled his eyes and tugged his muzzle away from her paw, ears folded down to his skull.

"Yes, that's it. It's important to me that it's a good day for you. I know you don't really make a big deal out of it, but I want to..." He blushed. "For you."

Dora fell silent and, for a moment, he feared he'd overstepped. Anxiety curdled in the pit of his stomach and he swallowed a groan. Just what had he done, yanking his face away from her like that? He was lucky she hadn't retaliated with a slap! It would have only have gotten him worked up though and it really wasn't the right time for his sheath to be plumping out with his shaft, as alluring as Dora's attire was.

"You know you don't have to get me anything, don't you, Dan?"

He pricked his ears, the gentleness in her tone catching him off guard. He looked up hopefully, the tip of his tail wagging ever so faintly.

"I know... You've told me," he said. "But I just want to. Because it's you...you know?"

He winced and dipped his muzzle sheepishly.

"But I'm fudging my words here. I hope you know what I mean really. It's just an awkward thing, especially when I just don't know what to get you." He laughed without humour, chancing a smile. "And I'd get you absolutely anything! Trust me! Anything goes!"

The atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten and the coyote exhaled, sitting back and meeting Dora's eyes hopefully.

"Is there anything you would possibly like for your birthday?" He tried, eyes as wide and appeasing as he could possibly make them. "Anywhere you may like to go? I'll really do anything and everything to make it special for you."

Did he mistake that twinkle in her eye? He licked his lips as she ran her fingers over the top of his head, fingers curling around the collar as the tag jingled.

"Anything? You'd do anything I wanted?"

Yote nodded earnestly, falling to all fours before her as the German Shepherd stepped back, tugging her shirt up and over her head.

"Well, I must say, I am very glad to hear that, my little one. Because that plays perfectly into what I want for you this very day!"

The T-shirt fell over his head as she spoke and he jumped. What on earth did she mean? What did she want?

His lips had barely formed a question when Dora's weight crashed into his back, slamming him into the floor before he'd even gotten her T-shirt off his head. Blinded, he yelped and squirmed, his fighting instincts battling with the desire to submit to her and the second winning, if after an ill-timed flail. Pinning the point of her heel into his calf, she kept him in place as she secured his wrists behind his back, producing the coarse length of rope as if from nowhere.

"Be still, puppy. I don't want to leave any marks on you." He could almost see the smile on her muzzle. "Yet."

He whined and squirmed as she tightened the rope around his wrists and wrestled a gag into his mouth, the ring gag forcing his jaws apart. Dora roughed up her fingers on his teeth and cursed under her breath, slapping his muzzle as he tried to wrench his head away. It was pure instinct to fight back, but Dora relished it, snarling as she tightened the gag around his head, a notch tighter than was strictly necessary as if to remind him just who was in charge.

As if he really needed a reminder.

"You played right into that one, little 'yote, I'm quite impressed, truly."

She continued on tying his ankles, simply looping them tightly together so that he could not rise to his hind paws or walk even if he wanted to. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and forced his muscles to submit to her whim, every nerve-ending in his body shivering away from her even as his submissive mind leaned into the harsh treatment. She was never too rough with him, not anymore, but Danica said she'd gotten soft. Yote said that she was just rough when it was the two of them and the two of them alone, even if the other Shepsister didn't quite believe them.

Yanking him up onto his knees, Dora admired her handiwork, the pink rope holding his limbs perfectly in place and forcing his chest out as his bound wrists pulled his shoulder blades back. Murmuring appreciatively under her breath, Dora ran a paw down his chest and kicked her T-shirt to the side, flicking it off the toe of one shoe.

"My... You have been keeping up your workouts, puppy. I think we need to up the ante. See just how fit and strapping my submissive pup can really look."

Swallowing hard, Yote bobbed his muzzle, eyes submissively lowered. It wasn't such a bad 'punishment' if that was as far as it went. It was even entertaining sometimes to work out while the dominant canine spurred him on, forcing him to greater heights of physical exertion in the most sweat inducing, kinky manner.

"But you said you'd do anything and, really, I can tell you to do whatever I want to anyway, but it's really just an opening to my bigger plan, puppy."

He mouthed the gag, pushing his tongue through the ring, and whimpered. A bigger plan? Questions filled his eyes, but the canine was far from forthcoming as she strutted around him in a small, tight circle, enjoying the look of her bound and ready pet coyote. Trailing her fingers over his muzzle, she murmured softly as he leaned into her touch, as fleeting as it was. Against himself, his cock pushed from his sheath, which plumped out to show off just what he had to offer, the red shaft darkening as it filled with blood.

Dora clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and placed the heel of her shoe delicately against his emerging length. Frozen, all Yote could do was pant harshly through the gag as the spot of pleasure toyed with pain or, more accurately, the threat of it. He avoided Dora's eyes as his chest heaved, wanting more and yet not having the facility to voice the words that would allow him his little pup treat.

And then a knock came on the door. Two heads snapped up, though one pair of eyes was filled with trepidation while the other lit up with wicked arousal.

"That'll be my friend now," she giggled, swinging her arms as she bounced to the door (how she managed that in such daring heels, Yote would never know). "I had this all planned out already, you know. You really made things easy for me today, little 'yote, I have to say!"

The coyote groaned and shook his head. What on earth was he in for?

Opening the door with a flourish, Dora posed in the entrance, a paw on the door frame. On the other side, looking not entirely out of place in the Shepsister's mansion home, was a tall, strapping lion, rippling with muscle. The fact that he was clad in latex gear was unusual, though the black material set off his golden fur with a pleasant contrast, underwear barely concealing a large, full bulge. The coyote swallowed That bulge put his to shame by a long shot. He looked better in a latex harness though, even if his was a side more restraining than the lion's, which was designed to accentuate his muscle rather than lock him into place.

Looking him up and down, Dora tapped her finger against the side of her muzzle as the lion similarly appraised her with his eyes.

Yote stiffened.

"Kazi," Dora murmured, dropping a kiss on each of his cheeks as the lion politely tipped his head forward for her. "It is a _pleasure_to see you again."

The lion smiled and stepped back, giving the dominant canine a wide, sweeping bow that dipped his muzzle low down to the ground.

"Oh, Dora, the pleasure is all mine. It has been too long since our paths have crossed during the usual..." He waved a paw. "Shall we say 'get togethers'?"

The canine flashed him a grin.

"That would be a more polite way to put it. I almost didn't expect it from you."

Kazi laughed, showing a flash of sharp, white teeth. The coyote gulped, saliva drooling from his lips. It almost looked like he'd filed them into points, but it was surely a trick of the light.

He tensed as the lion's eyes fell on him and he stepped fully into the room, the door closing with a final click behind him.

"Is this the one?"

"It is indeed."

Yote shivered. He was a 'he', not an 'it'!

"Oh, Dora, you really are too kind, allowing me to play with your favourite toy," Kazi purred, grabbing the Yote's muzzle and tipping his head all the way back to bare his throat. "What did you do to deserve such a pretty pink collar?"

Yote growled faintly, lips quivering. The lion laughed.

"Feisty little one, isn't he?"

Dora shrugged.

"Only good with me. That's how I like my pets. He's got to hold his own out there. I won't always be there looking over his shoulder and coyotes have to earn their keep too."

She paused, eyes glinting.

"Try not to break him too much."

"You take all the fun out of it."

Purring, the lion dragged Yote's head to his crotch - not that the coyote had much ground to resist. He splayed his knees and was yanked forward all the same, whimpering as his nose suddenly came up against that thick, fleshy bulge. His moist nose rubbed over the latex and he inhaled sharply without thinking, its scent flooding his nostrils.

And then he was back in Dora's bedroom, a few nights earlier, the scent taking him back more swiftly than any childhood memoir could have transported him back in time. The canine sat on the edge of her bed in a latex corset, laced up in just the right tightness to tug in her waist and push up her bosom. The laces were left loose at the top to allow them just a little bit more freedom, the swell of her soft breasts above the latex clothing more alluring than if she had been either bare or completely clad in the attire. Stroking his muzzle, she made him adore every inch of her with his tongue, latex and fur receiving the same treatment.

Shaking himself, Yote whimpered, cock plumping out from his sheath a little more and swelling with blood, arousal impossible to deny, even if it was at the memory rather than the lion.

Kazi, however, pointed and smirked, mane ruffled where he ran his paw back through the hair. The coyote squirmed under the scrutiny and whimpered, shyly turning his muzzle away.

"Look, even that's getting him horny, randy little pup," Kazi gave a great big belly laugh, slapping his thigh hard enough to make Yote jump. "Such an eager one he is!"

"That's one of the things I like about him."

The lion drew himself up tall and squared his shoulders, chuffing as his black lips pulled up in a cruel grin.

"You see this?" He growled, grabbing the bulge in the front of his latex pants. "This is all gonna be inside you by the end of this, every last fucking inch of it. And, if what your Mistress tells me is right about you, you're gonna enjoy every second of it."

He smirked.

"Dogs really do make the best bitches. Haven't you heard that one before?"

The coyote's eyes widened and he sucked in needy gulps of air, chest heaving. Even though it was hopeless, he clamped his tail down over his backside, though there was nothing he could really do to prevent either of them from having their way with him. The lion moved around him, but, as he tried to follow the large fur's motion, Dora latched onto his muzzle, fingers digging in lightly to his cheeks.

"Don't be shy, little one," Dora murmured wickedly, turning his muzzle up to her as she stroked in the same direction as the hair. "I know how much you do love getting fucked."

Whimpering, he shook his head, but he wasn't really convincing anyone. The shudder that went through his body as Dora passed Kazi a bottle of something that was swiftly revealed as lube. Lubricant-soaked fingers pressed up under his tail, demanding entry, and he gulped as Kazi stretched him open, preparing him for what was to come. He supposed he was lucky, however, that they had even decided to use lubricant on him rather than forcing him to accept every inch he was given as it was.

The lion shoved him between the shoulder blades, driving him down onto all fours, and Yote couldn't help but arch his back and wag his tail, showing off for Dora as she'd ever so patiently conditioned him to do. Whereas the canine showed barely a flutter of appreciation in the flick of her gaze, Kazi chuckled under his breath and gave the coyote's backside a slap, fingers digging in to squeeze and manipulate the muscle.

"See, you want this," he purred mockingly, tugging the latex underwear down to let his cock out as he spoke. "You have a mistress, but all you really want is to be a used dog, taken by a superior feline. On the floor where dogs belong."

"Watch it," Dora growled warningly, letting her pet press his nose into the creamy fur of her belly. "I'm a canine too. If a particularly divine one."

Kazi flinched, the ripple of movement shuddering into the coyote. Inwardly, Yote smirked, but it was hard to feel too pleased with his mistress' defence of him with an undoubtedly hard feline shaft pressing up beneath his tail. He tried to clench and keep out the intruder, but there was no stopping the inevitable when, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, he was going to be taken regardless.

He didn't even get to see the cock that was going to spread him open as Dora tugged her latex underwear to the side, showing him a glimpse of her soft, pink pussy lips at precisely the wrong moment. Distracted, he leaned forward, pushing his tongue out through the ring gag, but the lion had his paws on his hips and the head of his cock at his tail hole. The lubricated hole offered little resistance as the coyote whimpered, striving to reach the treat before him as he was filled.

Huffing, Yote ducked his head down, chin bumping off his chest, and clenched his teeth. A muscle jumped in the corner of his mouth and he struggled to stay quiet, the gag parting his lips too much to stop the breathy gasps from spilling out. Dora chuckled and seated herself back on her heels, the shoes keeping her slightly elevated and at the perfect height to tease her restrained pup as he growled and fought to push forward as the lion dragged him back.

"Guess the cat's got the dog this time," Kazi chuckled lowly, yanking Yote's tail up to grind in deeper. "Hope you don't mind not walking straight for a week, dog. Your mistress will surely find some other use for you in the meantime, while you're, ah...out of action."

Yote tried to snarl, but the sliver of pussy before his muzzle distracted him even as the lion's balls swung up lightly against his own. Dimly, he was aware that the lion must have stripped off his latex underwear at some point and not just tugged them down, but it didn't matter; if anything, it only made everything all the more intimate in a way that he both loathed and loved.

"Good boy," Dora murmured, pressing her fingers into her cunny. "Take every inch now like a good 'yote. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?"

The coyote gulped and whined, shaking his head minutely. Kazi huffed and yowled, more vocal than any other feline Yote had had the ill fortune - or perhaps the good fortune - to come across. Grunting, the lion ground in, forcing his hips all the way up against the coyote's rump to make use of every bit of his tail hole that he could possibly thrust into before even daring to pull back.

And, when he did draw back, the barbs caught. Soft and pliable, unlike his feral ancestors, they caught on the coyote's sensitive inner walls and stimulated him in the most intimate of fashions as he gasped. Uncaring of his comfort, the lion yowled and slammed back in, hips juddering up to meet the firm buttocks of his 'victim' as he used him as he had been so requested.

After all, he would never have taken a mistress' pet without her express desire, let alone her permission. He smirked. No one crossed Dora if they wanted to stay alive and he too knew well enough just what the German Shepherd was capable of.

As the lion thrust and pounded, leaning over him so that the latex harness encasing his body in an intricate design brushed his fur, Yote tried not to rock his hips forward. His cock shouldn't have been hard, not for such a debasing act, but it pumped full of blood anyway, jutting out of its sheath with the unformed knot threatening to swell at the base too. He ground his teeth and swallowed a throaty moan, unknowing to just how eagerly his body pushed his tail up and out of the way. Even if his mind fought against the concept of being so crudely taken by a male, his body knew what it wanted and loved it all the same.

But the barbed, feline shaft was big too and there was certainly a stretch. Struggling to contain the girthy cat, Yote growled into the gag, looking up at his mistress pleadingly. As if knowing just the right moment to remind him that she was there, there for him, Dora stroked down the top of his muzzle, letting him lean into her touch even as she guided his nose up to her pussy.

"There, there, little 'yote," Dora murmured, letting him flick his tongue out for just a quick taste, tongue slipping up the lips of her pussy. "I know you can take larger than this, so don't hold out on me. Let go."

He whimpered and shook his head, ducking his muzzle away from her paw as if he could suddenly deny what was happening. But that was all he truly was really: a submissive coyote pup to be used for his mistress' pleasure, however she wished it.

The shaft stretched him out, easing its passage minute by minute as he was covered like a female in heat. Groaning, he let his tongue loll out through the gag, cheeks heated with a blush he would not admit to. His mistress' thighs and shapely calves, pushing into particular definition by the shocking heels, filled his vision, the canine shimmying the shiny latex underwear more comfortably to the side. In testimony to just how much she was enjoying her session of 'using' him, her pussy gleamed with her juices and he moaned, leaning forward without any real expectation that she would allow him to lick and lap to his heart's content.

To his surprise, however, the German Shepherd tossed her blonde hair back from her muzzle and brushed a strand away from where it had clung to her moist lips, a low moan rolling forth. She dragged his muzzle in, demanding attention where he had thought she would push him away, and hissing through clenched teeth as he eagerly dove in, flickering his tongue over her clit.

His eyes rolled back into his head. That taste! Was there ever anything better than that taste? The pleasant sense of fullness in his backside was just a backdrop to his main event, tongue thrusting into her pussy as she panted and ground into his muzzle as if he was just a toy for her use. And he would always be used in any way she pleased, because he was forever hers.

"Get me off, little 'yote." She groaned, smirking wickedly. "You know what to do. Get me off before he fills you, or else there'll be hell to pay."

Oh, he certainly did know what to do. He tried to ignore the puffs and pants of the lion as he yanked the coyote's hips back with every brutal thrust, throwing the whole weight of his body into the motion as he sought to breed the pup with everything he had to give. Need rose in the coyote's body and he thrust down his orgasm desperately, the canine's juices flooding his muzzle in a potent aphrodisiac of desire. Dora cried out harshly, ears pinned back and hips gyrating up to meet his skilled tongue.

As the lion hammered into him, Yote smirked inwardly. At least he knew just what his mistress needed to climax and would easily get her there before the lion even thought of cumming, as swiftly as that seemed to be approaching.

It was the best birthday present he could have possibly given her.

Dora trembled and licked her lips, rocking up to meet his tongue as her breath suddenly came in quick, short pants, hardly about to get one breath into her lungs before she was gasping for the next. Shockingly, Kazi seemed to be at about the same point, both fighting for the coyote between them as they used him purely for their pleasure. Groaning, Yote rammed his tongue into his mistress' cunt, lapping up the inner walls and slurping over her clit in a swift, fluttering lap.

That did the trick. Dora howled, throwing her head back, and forced his nose into her crotch, demanding he work her through orgasm, as he gasped and lapped up as much of her essence as he could possibly manage. He ground his nose into her clit as he lapped, moaning at her taste as his cock throbbed and drooled far too much pre-cum; he'd only have to clean it up with his tongue later, but that erotic thought only made him pulse out more. Yote shuddered, licking as deep as he possibly could. Was there anything his mistress did to him that didn't get him riled up and ready?

Too quick to follow - really, the lion surely had better be ready to go for a second round if he was to avoid Dora's wrath - Kazi grunted with feral masculinity and crammed every inch of his cock up under Yote's tail to spill his seed. His balls tugged up softly closer to his body, an imperceptible kiss of desire, and the lion yowled as he rammed in hard and deep, thrusting shallowly to keep as much of his cock buried in his temporary bitch of the day for as long as possible.

For, after all, when all was said and done, he belonged to Dora and no one else. Kazi was simply along for the ride and whatever pleasure he could glean in the process from the crazy canine's kindness.

Yanking his softening shaft from Yote's tail hole without ceremony, Kazi rolled to the side and sprawled on the floor, his massive chest heaving.

"Fuck," he managed to force out. "She wasn't kidding about how tight your ass is, bitch."

He laughed cruelly, if breathlessly.

"Or was."

The coyote would have felt proud of that - in an odd way - if he hadn't been suddenly more concerned with just what his mistress was up to. Recovering far more swiftly than the feline, she pulled out a strap-on harness from the side of the sofa, leaving him wondering just how he'd missed the toy when he'd padded into the sitting room what seemed like hours ago. His cock hung hard and ready below his stomach and he yipped softly, arching his back for her to thrust up his backside as he knew the German Shepherd loved him to do.

Dora blew him a kiss, lips puckering up in a way that was both sweet and full of deadly promise.

"Are you ready for round two, pup?"

Dora smirked and stepped into the harness, hefting the strap-on up over her crotch.

"As if you have a choice."

And, while Yote knew he didn't, he sat up wearily and barked for her, wagging the tip of his tail as the lion groaned, flaked out in the bliss of the afterglow. Parting his lips, he let his tongue loll from his muzzle and squeezed his tail hole down around nothing, yearning already for it to be filled. And his wish was soon to be granted by the hottest German Shepherd mistress in existence.

Yote closed his eyes and panted happily.

His choice had been made long ago.