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The Rock Queen's Bitch

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

"Hehe, that's enough for now, girl. You can have them again after the performance."

Greta pulled her spit-slick paw back from the little vixen, looking down at her toes with an examining eye. The spit ran in lines and strings between her toes, even as she wiggled them back and forth. Quite a bit of slime there, and she approved. Particularly for what she was going to be putting Veronica through.

She slung her guitar over her shoulder, the leather strap slipping between her breasts. The vixen moved out of her way as she walked over to the mirror, giving herself a once-over. The usual toothy smirk looked back at her, and her silver-pierced nipples looked about right, though she made a note that they'd need a polish after the performance tonight. Maybe some weights, next time, but there wasn't really enough of that tonight to fit them properly. Greta looked down at the chain between her legs, shaking her head.

"Veronica, could you grab the fifteen footer?"

"Sure, sure. If you're sure you can handle it."

"Babe, I can handle you, don't you go thinking I can't handle a heavier chain."

The vixen cackled as she darted out of sight, the wolf reaching down and undoing the clasp to the sturdy link that had been pierced through her clit a long time ago. It was still sensitive all this time later, and even a light flick down there set her moaning, which she proved by doing just that.

"Ahhhhh..."

As a smile spread across her face, the tuning sound of the unembedded lower part of the ring filled the air. She hummed along with it, and nodded.

"Still right in key, heh."

"Got the chain."

"Give it - AH!"

The white wolf's eyes went wide as the chain came swinging up, latching onto the ring and giving it a good whack. The indirect blow was like a solid twang to the ring, sending a whole mess of sensations through her. Greta didn't quite collapse, but her legs wobbled like crazy. As soon as she could take one hand from the dressing table, she grabbed the chain and yanked it as hard as she could. A loud yelp filled the air as the mischievous vixen came sliding across the floor, and she lifted one paw and stepped right on the much smaller female's chest.

"Naughty. But good aim."

"Heh...heheh...no problem, then?"

"Oh, I'd say that there's a problem."

Smirking in a way that she knew showed all her teeth, Greta shoved Veronica over to be on all fours. With a practiced swing, she looped the chain around the vixen's neck, giving a hard enough tug to embed the links through the fur, catching it, tugging on it no matter how hard the vixen pulled in one direction or another.

"I was already gonna need something to carry me out there, but now I think you'll do just fine."

"Ugh! Ulk!"

"Yes, I know. You love it."

She pulled until the vixen was on all fours, making sure that Veronica was in a sturdy enough pose for her to risk standing on her. The height difference between them was pretty extreme; a four-foot tall vixen and a five-and-a-half foot tall wolf were not exactly easy partners. Buuut, she had tried this before, so she wasn't bothered.

She rested one big, white-furred paw on the vixen's back, right between the shoulderblades. When her little pet didn't squirm away she pushed down a bit more, then a bit more after that. It didn't take long for the shivers to start, or for some of the spinal column to start popping. She probably should have done that earlier, but it was too late now. Greta kept pushing down, more and more, until her other paw lifted off of the ground. She waited, wondering if Veronica would scream.

Of course, the vixen did. There was no denying that, considering the weight difference. However, she didn't crumble.

"Hehehe, good girl."

"Nnngh...ack..."

"Don't worry, it's only about fifty feet from here to the stage."

She rested her weight all on that one paw for almost half a minute, feeling the vixen wobbling beneath her. The little bitch probably thought that she'd get away with that little prank, considering how often she'd let the fox pull her chain in the bedroom. Not today, though. Not when she was this close to performance.

Greta rested her other paw just above the vixen's tail, and for a moment, her little pet seemed soothed. All the weight was distributed out, rather than on just one spot, and while it couldn't be comfortable for her, she knew that the smaller girl could take this.

Heh, wonder how long it'll be til she cracks from this.

Swinging her leg back, Greta brought her foot down under the vixen's tail. Veronica gasped beneath her, shaking again, but not from the weight, she knew. She felt the wetness at that little fortune-cookie sex, curling her toes so that the claws scraped over the opening, nudging it, teasing it.

"Gah...cack...ack..."

"Oh, you can breathe fine. And I'll put it in. As you walk, of course. Now, get crawling; and if you fall, I'm going to leave you hanging from my clit chain like a noose tomorrow."

The little slut got even wetter at that, and it took a lot of willpower for Greta not to chuckle. Then again, she wasn't exactly dry, here. Her pussy was drooling down the chair, running along the links to soak into the fox's neck. She enjoyed having this power over the smaller female.

A little kick to the cunt got the vixen moving, the crawl rather slow, but very steady. It didn't take her long to learn how to move without losing her balance, and she did that in slow, grinding movements along the floor. Every now and then, Greta heard a whine of pain, and knew that bandages would be required later in the evening, but for now, it was just adrenaline. Adrenaline for both of them, in this case.

As the vixen carried her along, she slowly pushed her middle toe into that dripping opening. Her claw was rough, she knew, but she also knew Veronica didn't care. The sudden clenching on it as it cut and ground into that spaded sex was just what she expected, and she chuckled, pulling the chain a bit harder, a bit more firmly.

"Come on, come on, I got a show to do. Pick up the pace, girl."

The vixen did, though one could hardly see it. Perhaps going from a foot per second to a foot and an inch per second. She pulled tighter on the leash anyway, just to feel it digging into her clit and stretching it, pulling it, the white wolf moaning softly from her own pleasure.

The further she was carried, the more she rewarded her little bitch, sliding her toe deeper and deeper. She felt a little bit of blood in there, but not much, just a little taint of stickiness from a scratch when she got a bit too eager. The wolfess smiled, imagining how it would feel for the vixen when the show was over and she had to lick the whole thing off. It was going to be delicious, utterly delicious.

They were halfway there when she pulled back the one toe. Veronica whimpered, the little slut unable to hide her true feelings, but the combination of another tug of the chain and the introduction of a second toe was enough to choke that off. The vixen lowered her head in submission, and kept walking.

One by one, the wolf made sure that her toes slipped into the vixen beneath her. That hole was getting stretched to its limits, never meant to take something this big. Yeah, she'd made the vixen ride her toes before, humping them to orgasm in front of her so that she could watch with pleasure, but it had never gone quite this far. The choking, the forced walk, and everything else only added to the pleasure.

By the time they reached the stage, she was just popping the last toe inside. She felt Veronica squirming, panting, heaving under her. With all the trembling and shaking going on, the little slut was making her perform a balancing act to stay in place. It wasn't difficult, but it was fun.

POP!

In went the last toe, and for a moment, she thought that the vixen would be able to take it. Then, well, Veronica proved her wrong. The little slut fell down, her head hitting the stage, followed by the rest of her body. Greta shook her head.

"Ah, well. You know how it is, everyone. Always so hard to find people who can take the heat."

Her assembled crowd laughed, a good couple hundred in this little underground club. She stepped off of the vixen's back, taking the last few steps on her own, dragging her pet along like an oversized shoe on her paw. She came right to the edge of the stage, past her other band members, and smirked as everyone looked up at her naked body. The lust, the need, that little bit of fear of her that kept them from rushing the stage and raping the fuck out of her body...ooooh, it sent tingles down her spine.

She squatted down, grabbing Veronica's head and shoving the fox's nose into her crotch, grinding her sopping spade all over the smaller, weaker female. Marking the little bitch with her juices, Greta stood back up.

"You guys want a toy while I play?"

"YEAAAAAAAH!"

"Well, here, take this little cock sock. She's soaking my paw with how much of a slut she is."

With a hard kick that more than compensated for the smack to her clit earlier, Greta sent the vixen popping off of her paw and into the crowd. The smaller female was absorbed into their ranks very quickly, with only her brush of a tail sticking out above the heads of the crowd.

Heh, never let it be said I mind sharing the spotlight, she thought as she pulled her guitar around.

"Make sure that the bitch comes back safe, though; I got a whip here -"

And with that, she gave one of her legendary hip thrusts, swinging the entire length of the fifteen-foot chain forward with a whip crack.

"And I ain't afraid to use it. Got it?"

"GOT IT!"

"Now, on with the show!"

The End