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By Draconicon

"924...geez, Frieda wasn't kidding when she called this a hole in the wall."

Greta shook her head as she walked off the sidewalk, claws clicking out a quick beat for her quick steps as she walked down the alley between buildings. The little sign sticking out for the piercing shop was almost hidden by a dumpster, and if the fifteen-year-old wolf hadn't been paying attention, she would have missed it entirely. She had to squirm sideways to get around the dumpster, too, something that almost tugged her skirt right off.

At least the inside of the shop looked normal. She scraped her paws against the welcome mat before walking up to the desk, glad that the floor at least wasn't filthy. For what she was here for, she needed it to be clean.

The white wolf dinged the bell on the desk, and heard a groan from the back.

"Nnngh. Cussssstomer?"

"Yeah. Frieda sent me."

"Frieda? Yesssss. Yessss, good girl. Rather quiet. Hard to talk to. Sssssscreamed on piercing, though. Sssssensssssitive."

She'd known that the piercer was a snake - Frieda had told her that much - but she hadn't expected the hissing and crackling sound that came as the serpent slithered into the front room. He was a good fifteen feet long, and the end of his tail was tipped with a crackling bulb of scales, rasping as it shook from side to side.

Rattlesnake, huh? Well, that's cool.

The older serpent looked down at her, pulling a pair of glasses that had been taped together too many times to his snout. He looked through them, dropped them, and then looked through them again as Greta shuffled from foot to foot.

"You eighteen?"

"Of course."

He held out his hand for ID, and Greta reached into her bosom. She dragged out a card from between her breasts, handing it over as she mentally went through the information on it. It was almost entirely her real information - sans address and birth year - just to make it easier, but never hurt to be sure.

The rattler never asked, though. Instead, he looked down at her, his eyes flicking over her chest and down her legs. She knew the look; she got the same glance from the bouncers at the nightclubs when she got in line there, as well. Nothing that she couldn't handle. If a feel or a look got her where she needed to go, who cared?

"Come with me."

He handed her the card back and she followed him through the door. There were only three rooms coming off of the hallway back there. One labeled supply, one an open door to an office, and the last was the piercing room. He took her there, and she was about to get comfortable when she felt a sudden coldness shove under her skirt. Greta jumped, whipping around.

The signature black and white-furred face of a husky peered back up at her, looking severe for a moment before the dog panted at her. Shaking her head at the dog's goofy grin, she waited for the rattler to shoo him away, yet he never did.

"Uh...is he yours?"

"Yesssss, he isssss. Issss there a problem?"

"Just seems a little weird having a dog in a place like this."

"He'ssss got hisssss ussssesssss. Now, what piercingssssss are you getting?"

"Hehehe, glad you asked."

The white wolf reached back into her bra and pulled out a piece of paper.

"I've been thinking about this a long time. There's a lot that need doing."

"A lisssst? Thissss isssss a firsssst."

"Heh, well, I had a lot that I wanted."

And she wasn't kidding. She'd spent a week putting in the research and the work to find out all the different possibilities for piercings. Greta leaned back against the chair as the rattler started reading through the different things she'd written down. She could almost guess when he had read one thing or another just by the expression on his face.

Least he can't start judging me. Not in a place like this, she thought as she looked around. The whole place was a bit of a sty, when one came down to it, but it didn't look dirty. Just messy. That was good enough for her, and she was pretty damn sure that he was going to appreciate her business.

It was better to give it to a place like this, she felt, but more...well, she liked the idea of getting a little dirty.

Hehehe, though I bet mom and dad would kill me for saying that, she thought, thinking of her up-themselves parents and how they were always campaigning for wolves to be recognized as different, even better than the average canine. It was kinda stuffy for her tastes. She just wanted to have fun.

And these piercings would be a great way to send that message, when she got back with them.

"Ssssseems like a comprehensssive list."

"I wanted to be thorough."

"Did you want many appointmentsssss...or one?"

"Just one. I think I can take it."

"Tough girl."

"Thank you."

"Sssssso then. Take your clothessss off."

She knew that was coming, and was able to keep from blushing, though only barely. The wolf stood up straight and pulled her top off then and there, letting her breasts bounce lightly. They weren't more than B-cups so far, but considering that they were still growing as of last week, she was pretty sure that they'd become something to be proud of by the time that she reached her full size. Her bra came next, her wallet and a few other things resting in the cups as she laid them down on the counter.

When the rattler reached over to take the wallet, though, she smacked his hand, using a little claw to get the message across.

"Mine."

"You need to pay."

"I'll pay after you do the work."

"...Yesssss, I ssssee. No problem."

Keeping the blush off of her face as she walked around topless took some doing, but it wasn't the first time that the teen had been naked around older men. The bouncers at the clubs liked to get a good feel as well as a good look, so she was fine enough with this. It was just the first time seeing someone that was both this much older and this much...

More controlled, she supposed, was the way to see it. He was controlled, rather than just staring lasciviously at her, and it was a little unnerving, almost like he was waiting for the inevitable. She'd have to keep in full control.

Still, it was almost easier to strip out of her skirt, throwing it off to the side with a smile. There were no underwear to throw away. She'd come in without them, knowing that she'd be too sensitive afterwards to wear them. The rattlesnake blinked. Slowly.

"Sssssso, you really are ssssseriousssss about thissss."

"You bet. Now, you have any anesthetic?"

"Hehehehe...anessssthetic cossssts money. I don't have that money. You'll have to take it."

Well, it was something that she could deal with, particularly considering the toothy nature of some of the other people she hung out with. That boar at the club last week had been particularly bad. She rubbed at one side of her breast in memory of just how rough he'd gotten, but let it pass.

He guided her over to the seat, and she got comfortable, lying back with her eyes closed for a few seconds. She was just getting situated when she felt another cold touch, this time right between her legs. She almost jumped out of her seat, swinging her tail around in a defensive move.

"Awooo!"

The husky backed away, wiping his nose with his front paw. Greta shook her head at him, pushing him down and away from her feral sex. Go figure that now would be the time that she had an issue with it. So many people walking dogs around her, no problem. She comes in to get pierced, she gets a guy that had a feral dog interested in her pussy.

"Down. Down. No touching there."

"He'ssssss jussssst curiousssss. Not many femalesssss with a sssssex like a bitch."

"Heh, he can be curious from a distance. Now, where do you want to start?"

"According to your lisssst, you want a pair of barsssss through your nipplessss?"

"Yeah. Something I can change out, too, if you don't mind. Thick enough to tug, but where I can change it out for hoops if I get in the mood?"

"I believe I have jusssst the thing."

The snake slithered along the wall, leaving Greta to pay attention to the husky sitting on the other side of the room. He hadn't gone away, just taken a seat, and was intently staring down between her legs. Unlike with anthros staring at her, she almost felt like she should close her legs. It was like getting examined by a completely different kind of male, and not one that she felt the most comfortable with.

Thankfully, her piercer came back a second later, holding out a couple of stainless steel chunks. They were perfectly round along the sides, so she knew that there wouldn't be any internal irritation, and slightly curved.

"Sssslide the hoopsssss in through the ssssidessss, and you'll have jussst what you want."

"That's perfect. Let's get started."

"Yesssss. Let'ssss get sssstarted."

He opened his mouth wide, fangs popping free with a suddenness that shocked her. Greta blinked as he lowered his head to her breast, waving her hands as he was about to press the tip of his fang to her chest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

He pulled back, though only because she pushed him hard. The rattler narrowed his eyes.

"Sssssecond thoughtssss, miss?"

"Uh, no, but what the fuck? I thought you had a piercing gun or something? And aren't you poisonous, or venomous, or...whatever the word is."

"For the firssssst, I do not have a gun. I have my fangsssss. Sssssharp enough to penetrate, and it hurtsssss lesssssss, or ssssso I am told."

"Uh huh. Somehow I fucking doubt that..."

"You can sssstill leave, if you prefer."

"..."

She grumbled. Much as it annoyed her, she didn't want to have to leave for something like that. Admittedly, it was a lot less sterile than she expected to have to deal with a fang piercing her rather than a proper needle, but then again, maybe he would know the business. He was a snake, after all. But there was still the issue of the venom...

"And are you, uh, venomous? That's the right one, yeah?"

"Yessss, it issss the right word, and no, I am not venomoussss. I milk it out daily."

"You...milk out your venom?"

He nodded, gesturing over to a small container on the counter. She looked over, saw the poison sign on it, and shivered just a bit. The idea that something that toxic was sitting right in the open surprised her...and...in a small way, kinda turned her on.

Danger had never been far from her sex life, limited as it was. The chance of cops bursting in on her and some pedo that needed to get off with a teen, the possibility of being kidnapped and raped by some guy on the dance floor, the ever-so-likely chance of someone holding her down for too long so that she couldn't pull off before he came: all of those were risks that she'd taken. This was the first time that she had seen someone keeping venom around, though.

Her nipples were already getting hard as she looked at him, though, thinking of what might happen if he hadn't been so efficient at milking out his venom. The idea of risking a toxic shock while getting pierced in this little low-budget piercing studio...

"Hey! Hey!"

She pushed at the dog again, the husky trying to nudge up between her legs once more. He pulled back, though obviously not without some annoyance. Greta shook her head before turning to the snake again.

"You said, uh..."

God, am I going to ask this? Well, in for a penny...

"That's your venom, yeah?"

"Yesssss?"

"Doesn't rattlesnake venom make a sort of numbing sensation, when it's in very small amounts?"

"...Are you assssking for a touch of it on my fangssss? Are you -"

"Just a bit. And hey, it might make it so you can advertise more. You got your own numbing stuff..."

She knew how stupid it sounded, but it was pushing that higher and higher. It was a big risk, a big thing to try out, but god, it sounded good. Even if this was going to hurt like fuck - and she was pretty damn sure it would - the wolf wanted to see where it would go from here.

The rattler hesitated for a moment, then nodded, slithering over to the small jar. She watched him as he picked it up, measuring it with his eyes, and then slowly pulled the lid off. He flexed his fangs, and ever so delicately dipped them into the clear fluid inside. No more than the tiniest little touch of it, no more than a hint of a liquid sparkle on the tip of his fang as he returned to her.

This time, he gripped her breast firmly, making her gasp at the almost-groping way that he held her. Greta bit her lips, holding her hands firmly to her side as he leaned in, adjusted his head. His fangs were so close to her chest, now, and the sheer size of his mouth made him almost terrifying like this.

Whatever you do, don't piss yourself.

The white wolf took a deep breath -

CHOMP!

And just as she was about to let it out, the rattler bit down. His fang thrust right through her nipple, the point stabbing from left to right in a horizontal punch that cleared through flesh and tissue in one firm go. Her eyes went wide, her fingers clenched against the chair, and she clenched at the breath that tried to come shuddering through her lips.

Even that wasn't enough to keep from shaking, though, and she could feel her nipple sliding along his fang for a moment or two before she got herself under control. Fuck, that hurt, and her jaws clenched tighter and tighter to avoid screaming, barking, or howling. Her toes curled around her pads, and her entire body felt painfully tight.

Then, the heat of the venom struck, momentarily making her nipple feel like it was on fire before the toxin essentially 'killed' the nerve. She just hoped it was temporary, even as she felt numb as he slid his fang back from her body. Vaguely, Greta was aware of a bit of blood coming from the hole, but the snake was quick and competent. In short order, it was plugged with the piercing, and she was left to sit there with one nipple pierced, the other normal.

The white wolf leaned forward, panting softly as he continued to dab around the steel that stuck out of either side of her nipple. It made it look much bigger, even though the steel itself was longer than her nipple was, sticking out to either side as obvious as one could ask. Her parents would have no chance of missing something like that.

Heh...well, mom and dad. Try and pretend you have a proper wolf daughter now.

The wolf continued to pant softly as the rattler made his way back to the venom jar, re-applying it for the next bite. She shook her head, reaching up slowly and touching a finger to her tit.

It wasn't quite numb, but it was definitely sensitive to some things. The little bit of pressure didn't do anything, but sliding her thumb along the little nub sure did. Fire and heat and a hint of pleasure through pain hit her like a train, almost throwing her back against the chair. She panted softly, growling through clenched lips.

"Nnngh...fuck...fuck..."

"Isssss going to be difficult, I think. You are ussssed to feeling normal. Thisssss isssss powerful venom."

"Apparently. Fuck...god, this is going to be a thing."

"Do you want to sssstop? Won't be expensssssive yet."

"No...no, keep going."

The risk of the pain getting too much, the risk of the venom overloading her if she went too fast, the constant attention she had to pay the husky in the corner, and the slightly puffy, hotter way that the rattler was breathing: all of them were signs that the situation was escalating. It was getting to the point where it was a serious risk that she might be seeing an ambulance or worse at the end of this.

And the wolf couldn't help but be more turned on than ever at the potential of this going bad. Let it come; she was ready.

The piercing continued at a slow pace after that, and having her second nipple pierced was a little easier than the first, though not by much. It was more like she was expecting the pain this time, though the rattler's fang was just as rough and just as sharp as the first time she felt it. She groaned, heaving and puffing as she felt the heat and then the numbness that came after, the tingles of the venom through her breast making her feel slightly lightheaded for a moment, breathing a little slower.

He slid the metal in again, just cool enough to feel in the space that was left behind, and her body was shuddering a bit. Was it the venom, adrenaline, or something else? She blamed something else, considering how she could smell the slight pheromones that were starting to leak from her pussy. She was getting off on this, slowly but surely.

Heh, well...if I'm not gonna be proper, might as well be fucked up. Go all the way, or don't go at all.

The wolf laid there, just focusing on her breathing for a while as the other piercings started to mount up. Three of them in each ear, connected by chains, and one in her belly button, just enough to point out and show off. She'd debated getting it connected by a set of chains to the piercings in her breasts, but she decided that she could just add that later, if she really wanted.

She'd been thinking about getting a nose ring, but as he leaned in, something in her chickened out. The idea of having that fang passing through the space between her nostrils was just too much...though getting him to stab it through her tongue for a stud was certainly something she went with. It took everything she had not to scream, though.

As she adjusted to the stud that was slipped through her tongue, Greta couldn't help but feel lightheaded. Was the venom starting to catch up with her? Entirely possible, considering how many times she'd been bitten. Even with the minute amounts that would be coursing through her system, it was probably adding up in some big ways at this point. The white wolf groaned as her piercer started moving down, and she waved her hand to try and get his attention.

Thankfully, he stopped with his head right above her pussy. The fortune-cookie shaped thing was clenching, squeezing down on nothing at this point, and she raised her head woozily to try and talk. She had to swallow a bit of blood around the hole in her tongue, and then continued.

"I think...think I need...anti-venom...or something..."

"It'ssss getting to you, hmm?"

"Yeah, and...and....you got...anything...at all...for pain? Or for...for making me...relax?"

Greta was having a hard time pulling her head together, harder time speaking. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton and mush at the same time, her head lolling this way and that. The rattlesnake looked at her, and he almost seemed to be smiling. Or at least, that's what her woozy little brain was telling her.

He got up again, slithering over to a cabinet. He pulled out two things, one that looked like some sort of official injection, the other something that looked like...a packet of powder? She couldn't tell what it was. He swabbed her arm and gave her the shot, and then carefully measured out some of the powder onto the counter beside her. Greta opened her mouth, but he shook his head.

"Will help. Jusssst hold it in your mouth for a few ssssecondssss."

It was like holding chalk in her mouth, but she did it. Almost as soon as it hit, she could feel herself floating away, the wolf laying back even more relaxed than ever. She giggled a little around the mouthful as she felt the snake patting her raised legs, feeling him running his fingers between her toes. It was like a soft tickle, something...good? Good, yes, all the stuff around her was good.

Greta smiled to herself as he stroked her paws, feeling him rubbing her toes and her pads. Even when he leaned in, giving her a little bite along one of her pads and leaving behind a burning, numbing sensation, she didn't care. All that mattered was the fact that she was floating away on a cloud, happy, careless.

Very careless.

Very happy.

Very dopy.

"Hehehe...you are sssso out of it right now, yesssss?"

"Yeah...feels...good."

"No pain?"

"No."

"Even if I do thissss?"

He turned her foot to face him, and made her watch as he bit down into her pad. She could see his fang slipping into her foot, stabbing into the pad and into all the nerves there. She could feel the burning pain of the venom, a bigger dose than the last few times, and could see the slight trickle of blood that came from the pad, running down along her foot and up her leg a bit.

She saw it all, and she didn't care. If anything, it felt good, and she giggled.

"No, no paaaaaain."

"Heh, and thissss?"

He brought his hand back, and then swung it up against her pussy. The wolf jumped a bit, but again, it was not painful. Even with the roughness of the slight claws at the tips of his fingers, she hadn't felt pain. The scratches along her pussy, the sudden smack, the impact on her clit. There was nothing painful there, only...

"Mmmm..."

"You are ssssslutty when ssssstoned."

"Yeaaaaaaaaaah. Feels gooooood."

She giggled, even as he shook his head above her.

"Well. Thisssss will lassssst for a few hoursssss. Might asssss well be paid now."

She thought that he'd walk over to her wallet and get a few bucks out of it. In the state she was right then, she wouldn't have minded. Hell, she probably would have tipped him extra for how good this stuff was.

But instead, he whistled, and the husky came up to her. She looked down at it in confusion, only to see the big dog lean his head in and start lapping at her feral pussy. Almost instantly, her head went back, moans ripped from her lips with every lap of his tongue over her little sex, feeling it working her over eagerly, dragging her juices out and then pushing her to make more.

"Mmmph...fuck...fuuuuuuuck yeah..."

Who cared if it was a dog? It was another canine, like her, right? And she had one of those pussies that dogs liked. All natural...all natural...yeah...

The drug was messing with her thoughts, and some part of her realized that, but fuck it. It was good. It was fun. It made it so she didn't have to care what was happening to her as long as she was stone.

The dog kept on licking, his ears flicking against her thighs as he dug in. Every now and then she heard a click from somewhere else, somewhere out of sight, but then again, her eyes were closed most of the time. Everything was out of sight. She rolled her head one way, and then the other, enjoying the feeling of the dog between her legs and everything that he was doing.

That tongue couldn't slide inside of her so easily, the feral not having the muscle or the coordination to lick inside of her, but the external stimulation was more than enough to get her wet and make her clit pop. He started nibbling around that, licking her, teasing it out even more. She shuddered, her hips weakly humping up towards his tongue, trying to get more. She was getting close.

Greta was right on the verge, her pussy drooling, when the rattler tapped the chair. He spoke.

"Up."

The big dog leaped up, his upper body slumping over her, and something hard, hot, and pointed pressing against her pussy. She felt it spurting, shooting with fluid so much hotter than anything that an anthro could make. The metallic tang of feral dog pre filled the office, and even in her drugged-out state, a slight hint of panic threatened to push through the pleasure that filled her.

Then the dog slammed in, his smooth shaft pushing past a sex that was made just for that kind of cock, and she flopped down.

She took it moaning like a bitch, her body limp beneath the dog's happy, rapid humps. The husky's forepaws got a good grip on her hips, and he thrust with all the wildness and lack of coordination that was signature to a feral. Greta's mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out like a feral herself as she was taken, her breasts bouncing and the weight of her new piercings pulling at her nipples in pain-pleasure pulses of heat and brightness in her stoned state. The dog's cock pulled at her constantly, pushing in and then tugging at her tight little fortune-cookie sex, forcing her open and then letting her close again.

She felt his knot against her in little more than a minute, the big guy's staying power almost exhausted, but she was right on the edge, too. Greta humped back, trying to pull it in with her weak movements, even as he growled at her to submit. She growled right back, even lifting her head to bite lightly at his jaw.

My orgasm too, bitch, she thought, some feral part of her refusing to get denied, even if the feral atop her couldn't get what she meant.

He humped away, slapping his knot against her pussy. The clicking sound from further off was still going, and it kept going as that knot stretched her, pulled back, and stretched her again, each battering thrust weakening her muscles more and more until -

POP!

She howled as she was filled, her tight little bitch pussy stretched around a knot as the feral came in her. Her pussy spasmed, squirted as she went over the edge into her own orgasm, and she fell limp and flat against the table as she was finally satisfied.

The husky rolled around, putting himself ass to crotch with her, and she was faintly aware of the piercer leaning down over her. She was fading, slipping into darkness, and the last thing she felt before she faded with one more bite, stabbing right through her clit as the dog remained tied with her.

#

She woke up, still in the chair, still naked. The white wolf groaned, feeling the sheer stretched nature of her pussy, and tried to pull her memories together. Not the first time she'd done that, and Greta was thankful that at least, this time, she hadn't woken up in an alley with nothing but a newspaper to cover her.

"Ugh...okay...never taking a drug as an anesthetic again...Did I make that resolution already?"

Unable to remember for sure, Greta looked down at herself. It was a bit of a mess. Some blood had spattered along her white fur, probably from the different piercing sites coming unpacked at some point or another. Nothing looked bad, though, Her tits were still pierced properly, the nipples just about constantly pushed forward, and she could feel the weight on her ears from the others. A simple swallow confirmed that there was something in her tongue, though the shape of the stud was a little hard to tell. Her belly button ached in a big way, but that would fade.

Now...what about the last part?

She slowly reached down, running her hand along her thigh. The first thing she felt was a puddle of cum, dog cum, by the stink of it. She remembered the stretching sensation, and groaned with embarrassment. Not humiliation, but embarrassment.

"Fuck. If I was going to get fucked by a dog, least he could have done was make it a little more 'authentic' by letting me by on all fours or something."

There was no point being embarrassed, now. Humiliation was for those that wanted to take away what they'd done, erase it. Hell, now that it was done, she could see why some of those perverts fucking loved it. Those knots and that feral way of humping was fucking awesome. Besides, no chance of pregnancy from that thing; their DNA was a little too different, as far as the docs she'd heard had mentioned.

But what about -

"AH!"

Greta just about jumped off of the chair from the sudden pain and pleasure that came from the slightest touch of the new piece of metal down there. The white wolf shivered, slowly getting up and standing with her legs spread. She saw her phone still cupped in her bra, and pulled it over, tucking it between her legs and taking a quick picture. She pulled it back up and opened it, seeing what the damage was.

Extensive, to say the least. Aside from a small gape going on with her sex, her clit was now permanently out, lodged in place by a stainless steel ring that was at least a centimeter thick, unable to pull back beneath the hood. She could feel everything down there, from wind to the muscle tremors to the slight adjustments of her fur.

This is gonna take some getting used to...but fuck, that looks cool.

She was about to get dressed when she saw that other pictures had been taken, all with her phone. As she flicked through them, she saw that they were all her getting fucked by the husky, followed by a note at the end that'd been photographed as well.

"'If you ever want more work, you know how to get a discount.' Heh. Well, if that's the case, I'll have to come here again if I ever think of something new."

Greta pulled on her skirt, VERY carefully put on her bra, and then settled her shirt on before walking out. The rattlesnake gave her a nod of his head, and the husky barked at her as she left. She waved back, wondering how long it would take before her mother hit the roof when she got home.

The End