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--Part 3: I hope everyone really enjoys this one. I know I do! ^^---

Where Minds Lay:

Hell's Graft

My tail looks like a fiery swish in the mirror with a tame white tip at the end as I study myself turned around. My large bedroom mirror helps me to study this. My tail is a long thick flame that contrasts against the black latex underwear. I do love latex, one of the few important reasons I do shows. The clothes, the money, the fame, and the exposure. Not just any clothes, either; but clothes like the ones squeezing my thin frame in their tongue-like grip. The top matches and covers over my shoulders, but cuts out the sleeves, and stops neatly on my rib cage. My facial make up from work has not even come off. That usually is the first to go when I get home.

There isn't much of a reason to remove it. My heartless roommate is pushing me like one of the drugs I get off the streets. It's easier to do when I relate to it that way. I love sucking down pills. I love the way they make me feel and loose all the control... no need for that control. That control backfires and ruins lives. So I figure, why deny them something they love? I wouldn't like being denied my pills, so it would be... selfish of me... I, guess.

Control is unneeded, anyways. This new-world government controls and makes a few people happy, leaving a large majority of us in ruin and depression. That is the essence of control. It extends out to leash the unruly and before you know it, everything is all wrong.

The pills make things right. They make me feel good, and they don't hurt me or anyone else. Many try to tell me that I need more control over my life, but they truly don't understand what they are saying. They don't get what kind of control I could have over... It's not important.

I'm a pill now. A pill suited up in pretty latex with nipples protruding defiantly against the tight material, colored in dark lashes and mascara. I'm made to be swallowed or to make others feel good, which might require me to do some swallowing of my own. I'm a walking addiction that make men desperate to have more and more of me. Jav opens the slide door to my room and peaks his head in.

"Hey, Dreya," he calls to me in drunken overtones. "Me and that dude are ready for ya'. You gonna bring yur pretty ass in to my room or what?" My face doesn't show any signs of being affected by my uplifting thoughts on the subject. I just want to get it over with, maybe have fun, too. I just hope this guy is somewhat attractive.

I turn away from my mirror and gracefully walk to the door. Jav moves aside.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I say when I pass by him. He follows on my heels(I took the shoes off earlies, I doubt they're care). He slaps my ass with a strong, over-bearing gator paw. Then he perches on my shoulders like a scaly demon, pressing his weight on my back like a clumsy mountain for a buddy.

"You're goin' to like thes' guy... hehe... This wolf almost got me goin'!" Jav has indulged himself by taking advantage of my weaker form on several occasions before. It doesn't make him gay, he defends. I understand that his pendelum swings both ways, but his gravity keeps it swinging in the hetero-locale most of the time. Of course, his drinking problem kind of throws this gravity off at times.

I know Jav isn't going to participate. It's the reassuring way he came to my room with his pants still on.

Jav steps off my back and grabs the handle to his door. Pulling it sideways, the gator's room welcomes me with the image of strung out clothes, a computer and desk, a bed lieing flat on the ground, and a wolf neatly dressed sitting at the bed's end.

This wolf has on a yellow collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal more of his dark, graying fur. His eyes pierce me with a brown splendor that makes me think of the peaceful cabins I've seen in art pieces. His head hair flows in waves of red, like my fur, down to his mid back. The smile makes me like him, the friendly boy next door smile. I might go to the extent to say he goes to church. His bare toes sit under the lips of his black dress pants.

"Dreya," Jav begins introducing us. "This is Kiple. Kiple, the legendary Dreya..." My roommate is too drunk to know how horrible he sounds or how stupid he sounds. "You just have fun. I'm gonna.." He sits down at his desk chair. "make sure that my dear roommate doesn't get hurt."

Kiple just gives him this "you seriously are going to watch us have sex?" tip of an eyebrow and smirk. The wolf enventually shrugs those yellow shoulders.

"Hello, Dreya," Kiple speaks. His voice sounds young, as well. Did Jav check this wolf's ID at the door? Most likely not. He stands and extends a paw. His tail tries not wagging too fast, but I can still tell he's restraining. I give him credit for being a gentle-wolf and shaking paw.

"It's a pleasure, Kiple," I answer. At the same time, my eyes hood down and my smile curls up. My paw seductively smooths over his, passing up the shake, and drags soft claws over the fur of his arm.

Kiple shivers at my touch. His eyes get a little lost looking into mine.

His expression... no, it's the feeling of control over him... I panic a little, but suppress it. Memories of the old days are jagged and painful. More so... they're scary. I don't think Jav or his friend would like me breaking down right before sex. I look over to Jav with a pleasant smile.

"Jav, can you excuse me for just a sec'? I think I should powder my nose real quick." His reaction is an almost rehearsed unamused and suspicious sneer.

"No... we don't got time for that, Dreya... Now be a good girl." His muzzle points at me and nudges to Kiple. Now, I feel nervous, anxious, and worried. The feelings create a sink hole of fears and anxieties. They don't stop haunting me till I get my pills.

Kiple begins moving close.

"I won't bite, sweety," he says, placing a soft paw on my latex shoulder. His smile is still as harmless and pleasant as it has been since I walked in. "Do you need Jav to leave? He's making me a littler nervous as well." I smile, thinking I like this wolf.

"Hey!" Jav says, more hurt than offended. "I have to watch over my roommate." His speech gets a little more sober, maybe in connection to his desperation to watch the two of us screw.

"I think I'll be fine with the wolf, Jav," I say, looking at the handsome Kiple. Jav merely grunts in annoyance and walks out, shutting the door behind. Kiple seems a little surprised how easily he walked away.

Liquor is more than likely calling to the gator to heal his wounds. This situation could be proof that Jav prefers to have wounds- just to have them healed by his favorite poison. His addiction work to my advantage this time, but somehow I fear that it might come back to haunt me when everyone leaves.

"So... now that we're alone." Kiple moves closer, his paws exploring my small arms to my slender shoulders. "Do I take it from here?" His muzzle comes close to me, nipping the fur on my cheek. It tickles and pulls a giggle out of me, making me blush. He's actually going to make me enjoy doing this, what a loving bastard.

"You got me for the night... it's up to you? What are you in to?" I smile back at him, watching him look at me. He must really be a big fan.

"Ooh, just a little dommy-subby play. I can get pretty rough, though..." His smile twist a little more. Usually smiles curl when they are stretched by feelings of joy, but this one twists. I swear his eyebrows furrow a bit, but it's not very obvious. My heart flutters a little, and I can't tell what to say anymore.

"I..uhm... sounds... fun, what did you have in mi-" Then the smile twists... twists into a huge sinister grin. I yelp when he suddenly grabs and throws me on to Jav's bed. I flip over, and as expected, he is on me. His large body pins me down.

"Get me out of this shirt," his voice is still soft, but with hints of dark warning. It's the kind of voice Jav uses, the one that says "we can do things the easy way or the hard way". My paws obey humbly. My fingers pop the buttons free, and he tears the shirt off his arms once I get the last one. "You- turn around." A wolf of few words. Completely different from before. Why was he so nice before?

I nod as he watches me like a steak dinner. I hope he doesn't bite too much. I might be bleeding soon. My concern shows, but his expression shows no remorse. It excites him, in fact. Once I turn, with my back facing him and kneeling into the mattress, his strong paws grab my body and shoves it down. Letting out a strangled grunt, my tail lifts into the air without even waiting to be told. My latex undies can feel the hard throbbing wolf meat sliding between the indention of my ass cheeks. The beat of my hurt can't be contained with all the bravery I summon. Not when he's catching me off guard like this...what a bastard.

Kiple sinks his teeth into my shoulder, pinching the tender fur between his fangs. His growls follow up against my laid back ears. The way he pushes up against me from behind shows that he's not looking for an easy ride. He wants to mount me like a rabid dog. His tongue snatches me out of my thoughts when it runs along my tailhole. My hips flinch at the warm wetness it spreads over my rear.

It's quite obvious what's coming next. I try to ignore the sound of Kiple spitting on his cock and rubbing the thick lube over his member. The tip is scorching hot when it touches down against my entrance. My teeth clench together when he thrusts. It's not pushing, it's thrusting. He rams the thick meat up into my rear, making me understand it has some distance.

His teeth still stay clamped onto my shoulder, grinding and slobbering into the fur. I pant with heat as my cock presses into the latex, as it was only pulled down from my rear and left my front covered. The material alone makes my cock happy with the violent violations happening to me. It throbs and pres into the tight underwear while he leaves long scratches on my sides.

Kiple proves my fears correct as he thrusts without abandon, over and over again. His cock drives into my insides. My ass feels his hips, so strong and chizzled, fiercely smack into each other.

The grunting next to my ear becomes more insistent. I'm grunting too, trying to hold back any signals of enjoying this. I can feel his cock throb within the grip of my tailhole. He's about ready to cum.

I brace my poor beaten ass for the inevitable climax.

Kiple takes hold of my ass cheeks, almost tearing them off my rear by the sheer force of his grabbing. The pulling brings his thrusts at a harder rate, catching my insides on fire and making my cock throb with expectation. I shake my head, all the while gnashing my teeth in discomfort. I refuse to cum. I refuse to like this.

No.

The wolf floods my gates with searing heat. The warmth actually brings some pleasure and comfort, but it does worse than that. I can no longer conceal the moans. He hears me gasp and breath like a lust driven nymph. I groan when the release comes and unforgivably messes my latex undies. I see the self-satisfied grin on the wolf's muzzle in my mind's eye. His bulky figure stands high above me in triumph and glory. He's panting for a few moments, still driving me into the mattress with his bulk.

"Thanks for the screw, hun..." he whispers gently into my ear. Then he licks me, like it was all a romantic fling.

I don't move. Even as I hear the movements of clothes being put on, I stay with my ass sticking high in the air. I don't want to give him the full pleasure of seeing the cum smeared over my front.

When I hear him leave, I get up and look down at the catastrophe. Cum is all over my front and under my latex undies. I feel some leaking out of my rear, which is a sore pain to think about. The pain is just as much physical as it is mental.

There's a towel over the back of Jav's chair. Thank god. I grab it and rap it around myself. It's big enough to go from my shoulders down to my calves. Pulling it tight around me, I exit Jav's room with downcast eyes.

My bed is the place I go to. It's the place I want to be more than any other right now. Well, that or my mother's arms... but even if I never had a gift to ruin that, one in which I will never use again, my present-self probably would scare her just as much. I feel like a disgusting monster, like I am the bottom of a carnal-pleasure trashcan. I'm a whore, that can't earn the respect of anyone. They are bigger than me, thus I can't be anything else. It's more like our society. Bigger is better. The strong conquer the weak. The bad guys are always stronger. This is life.

If I am a monster... why restrain my gift? Because... I need the last pieces of my civility to keep being... me. I want to still retain some piece of me, and the single promise to myself is the only piece left. All the other pieces have been removed... surgically removed by this hell.