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Another in the Consort series! This was delayed a little due to the holidays, and I was planning to upload a shorter version of this, but one thing led to another and so here it is. If you're just looking for the smut you can find it at the beginning and then right at the end.

* * *

My mistress, Lady Filina, woke before I did. As she left the comfortable cloud of silken sheets, I stirred awake and watched her. Her lithe elven form and soft skin were always pleasant to watch. Arousing, too, but some of that I imagine was also conditioned response.

"Fair morning, my mistress," I greeted her, customarily, "I hope you slept well."

She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back a little, in a way that stoked even more of my arousal. The sheet about my waist was beginning to tent.

"I did, but I have a lot of work to do in the coming days," she pouted over her shoulder at me, "so I will not be seeing you for some time. You have other work, in the meantime."

Her tone was coy, but there was an undercurrent of sinister implications. It felt as though, suddenly, my position as Consort had become tenuous. Of course, my mistress could dispose of me at any time she wished, many frequently did. But her recent demands seemed too fierce, too needy, for her to suddenly relinquish all need of me.

Unless there was something else. If some manner of jealousy had suddenly clouded her thoughts, compromised her plans and her desires, then she could be acting out. Did this explain her sudden compassion for the doe? What else could motivate the mistress to care so much for a maid in one of her distant manors?

"Of course, my Lady," I took care to remove myself from the various sheets and blankets, "I am to help the maid recover..." but she cut me off.

"Ashale, Consort. Her name is Ashale." She had used a stern voice, and it split the air like the crack of a whip.

I flinched. It was a warning, and more. That tone, that voice... I would be on thin ice for months now, and already in an incredibly treacherous situation. For the first time in years I felt vulnerable, truly vulnerable. If she disposed of me I would likely be killed, in a painful, and depraved way. If I survived, things would be worse.

I would become a toy. Just meat to be used, likely for the guard, or for lesser servants. A body for satiating the debauched desires of the underprivileged.

"Yes, mistress," I replied, concisely.

"Good." She slipped into a light robe, nearly translucent, breezing about her beautiful form, "Vencath will return in a few days, and you will be his reward. Otherwise, you are available only to Ashale, and you'll do everything she asks. Do you understand?"

Her tone left no doubt that it had better be understood. "Yes, mistress," there was no room for disagreement, and I was not so stupid as to try.

Even while I responded by rote, confirmed everything she wanted to hear, my mind whirled. The implications inherent in her words were worrying. I was to do everything Ashale asked for, and in ways I knew meant I would encourage the wrath of my mistress. Who was this doe...? I was going to find out. All I had to do was serve her, as well as I could, and stamp down any attraction I found to her.

I'm doomed, I thought, slipping into a simple robe and leaving Lady Filina's chambers.

* * *

On the way to Ashale's room I intercepted a servant carrying a silver tray of breakfast. After a short conversation I took possession of the tray and headed for the doe's room myself. I was informed her temporary quarters were at the end of the guest hall. As I entered my unease deepened.

This was one of the twilight themed rooms, and was reserved for guests of renown. The entire thing was richly decorated, from the plush carpets in dark ocean hues, to the silk curtains in various purple shades, and the incredible bed in all of its cushioned softness.

My hoof falls were completely absorbed by the supple carpet. I crossed to the sitting table displayed in one corner and gently placed the tray down, hardly making a sound. A shape was visible amidst the blanket-like ocean that was the bed, and as I neared I could hear the soft breathing of a sleeping form.

She was just visible through the translucent curtains, and her natural colour was obscured by their purple hues. I found myself disappointed by this and took a moment to chastise myself.

Don't fall in love, stag-boy, or you'll regret it. For however long you might live as a debased, abused...

My mental reprimand was interrupted by Ashale stirring in her bed, her breathing changed and she rolled over.

"Fair morning, Ashale," I mirrored her long-standing morning ritual.

She certainly seemed surprised to see someone standing by the bed, clutching part of a blanket to her chest, but relaxed when she noticed it was me.

"Fair morning..." she trailed off, not sure what to make of the situation.

It certainly seemed that the hilarious reversal of our normal duties had caught her off-guard.

"Breakfast, as normal as you may expect, can be found on the sitting table. The Lady has instructed me to be available to your every whim and desire for as long as you need." I spoke as level as I could, like any good servant would.

She sat up a little more, uncaring that she was baring herself a little in the process and I fought not to ogle this tease of her naked form. "Every whim and desire, really?" She questioned.

"Absolutely."

"Drop the act, Arris, please," there was a hint of a frown on her face before she pushed the curtains aside and stepped out. "I don't want a servant, just bringing me food and kissing my hooves. I assume Lady Filina intended you as a companion. For the next few days I'd like that. A companion."

Her words were mostly lost on me. I had seen naked does before, but something about her made my heart race. Even somewhat sleepy, she was a picture of cervine grace as she stood to face me. Her elegant and shapely legs led up into the womanly curves of her hips, which were begging to be held. Her russet coat turned to soft cream along the inside of her thighs, her mound, and a little up her abdomen, blending into her normal coat around her pert breasts, tipped with a faint pink.

But I did consider what she said. As a Consort, it wasn't all sex. I mean, mostly it was, but other times it was companionship. Spending a number of days in pleasant company with Ashale seemed like a fine way to pass the time. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I was dancing to the tune of others, and that she was in on it somehow.

As she sauntered past me I couldn't help but turn to watch. Her little tail was playfully hiked, showing off the lighter colour to her curvy ass. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the surprisingly skillful way she flaunted caught me off guard.

"Very well," I conceded, "companion it is. What would you like to do?"

I didn't take my eyes from her, but I tried really hard to lift them from her rear. I succeeded, barely. She was picking at berries from her platter, and bend over slightly to reach them. Between her thighs, below the curves of her incredible ass, there was the hint of her pink lips. A teasing glimpse as she stood with her prize in her hands.

An involuntary grunt slipped from my lips. Ashale looked over her shoulder at me, berry half past her lips. She looked over me, lingered a few moments at the bulging groin of my robe, before meeting my gaze. With a coy smile she bit into the berry and chewed. Her eyes were almost stereotypically wide and cute, the very image of innocent doe. But the dark simmering of intelligence and cunning was something I had missed throughout the year that Ashale had been the maid of Evengrowth Manor.

I had been on edge all morning, and nervousness - most unfamiliar - sat like stones in my stomach. I felt like I had suddenly been thrust into a game of life and death, and everyone knew the rules, but me. The more of them I saw, the more I got the feeling that they were just waiting for me to slip up, so they could descend upon me and tear me to shreds.

"I was thinking," her sing-song voice drew my attention ever without being particularly loud, "we might tour some of the estate we'd soon be living at. Leisurely, taking in some of the scenery, and benefits, before we return to our duties."

The way she drew out the word 'benefits' made me shiver. There was something sinister about it, but I wanted desperately to find out. Or at least an insistent part of me did.

"Of course, I would be more than happy to organise staff to be available for our tour." I turned to leave, hoping I could buy myself some thinking time.

"Not so fast, Consort." Even with back turned I could hear the smile in her voice, the desire dripping from the one word.

A faint rustle behind me and I was aware of her arms slowly closing about my torso, the swell of her breast pressing against my back. My heart raced faster, pounding in my chest with her proximity. One of her hands leisurely slipped into the open and displaying 'V' of my robe, and eased its way down the tone of my abdomen. The muscles there rippled with the tickling sensation, her soft hand making me squirm more easily than most of Filina's attempts at teasing.

"I need something from you first, Arris."

It took all my strength to keep myself upright. I felt my legs wobble a little, weak from the doe just breathing my name. What in the Abyss' name is going on. Her hand left the robe, taking one of my hands and turning me around, leading us side by side toward the bed.

She pulled on the arm to spin me around again before she pushed me back, exerting very little force, as my body readily obeyed the slightest push. I sat down on the end of the bed and she reached up to rip the curtains aside.

Her form stretched right in front of me, exposing her breasts and her curvy form all for my hungry eyes to devour. My hands met her hips, thumbs unconsciously rubbing little circles in her coat, my tongue wetting my lips. One of her hands landed on my shoulder, the other cupped the side of my face and guided me toward her own as she leant down.

Our muzzles met, gently, and I nearly trembled. Something about this doe robbed me of everything I thought I knew about pleasuring a person. With such casualness she moved like a storm, and I was caught up in it, naked, unaware what I could possibly do to free myself.

Her tongue pushed past my lips and met my own, briefly wrestling it, before she could explore my muzzle at her comfort. She remained standing, and I wrapped my arms about her back, one hand venturing down to clasp a handful of her amazing ass. I felt her smirk into our kiss.

Much to my disappointment she drew back, a brief line of mixed saliva joining our lips, pushing on one shoulder to put me on my back. "Be a good boy and lay back." She said with a coy smile.

I did whatever she asked. There was no point trying to salvage any pride or false dignity. I was putty in her hands at this point and she was going to happily take whatever she wanted from me, consequences be damned. What I still couldn't work out was whether she wanted me just to cause trouble, or if there was something more she wanted.

Ashale reached out one hand and with a quick flick had the belt of my robe untied. I rose up on my elbows to look down as she knelt, drawing away the robe with both hands. My throbbing maleness sprung up, eager. She wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and it twitched. Even the simplest touch had me more than ready to go.

"Mmm, is this for me?" She asked, assessing the tool on display for her.

I grunted. "You know damn well it's for you."

Her eyes shot to mine, and I saw any trace of coyness leave her. It was apparently the right thing to say as she looked hungry now, devouring my revealed form with the same lust I had shown when appraising her naked body.

She drew close to my dick, her tongue barely poking out, drawing closer and closer slowly. My breath was held, tightening my chest in anticipation before I felt warmth circle the underside of the broad head of my cock and I gasped. I groaned as she licked up and ran her smooth but strong tongue around the head before taking it in her mouth.

I struggled not to thrust my hips up into her mouth as she sucked hard, teasingly, before engulfing more of my prick. My eagerness for our amorous engagement was apparently matched by her own. She sucked up and down, tongue never stopping, in a simple but effective blowjob.

Ashale drew off slowly, sucking hard all the way up in a manner that had me wince slightly from the strong pleasure that seemed to throb and tingle all throughout my groin, shooting up my spine.

Her mouth made a little pop when she finally freed my cock, stroking lightly with her hand as it now shined with her saliva. "Well now, I look forward to more of that, but for now..." she trailed off as she stood and began to straddle me.

As her thighs spread on either side of my hips I reached up to run my hands over them, feeling the toned muscle there, the softness of her fur. She rested her mound on my balls, leaving my cock to stand proudly before her navel and abdomen. Almost as if to judge its size in comparison to her, she pressed a hand against it. My smooth cock was rubbed and teased by her fur, reaching up past her belly button.

There was forbidden warmth and a hint of wetness on my balls from her feminine flower, before she drew up, running her slit along the underside of my cock. She couldn't go all the way, my length would have demanded she squatted. Instead she leant back, rising up in a way that had her thighs tremble with the position, and pressed the head of my cock to her entrance. She left it there, teasingly, for as long as we could both stand before she began to press down.

She was tight. I had to grit my teeth with the raw pleasure that was slowly engulfing my cock, the warmth, the wetness, the walls of her pussy clamping down at the intruding length. I move my hands up her thighs to her hips, helping to guide her slowly down. She demonstrated surprising skill again, clenching intermittently as she lowered herself down, applying delicious pressure around my cock.

At around the halfway point she stopped, panting gently, hands pressed to my chest for leverage. "Ah, damn, that's so good...gotta, take it slowly now...savour this, damn big dick..." she muttered this almost as if in a trance, her hands grasping and kneading the fur of my chest.

I allowed her the time she needed to adjust to the size of my cock, but I was eager for more, hungry for more. Evidently, so was she, as Ashale grew restless and began to slowly impale herself further upon my cock.

When her ass met my balls, and our pelvises met in a loving press, she leant forward to lay over my front. She panted against my chest and playfully nibbled my collarbone, stirring her sex with my cock by moving her hips in slow circles, adjusting to the stretch and the feeling of something eager and throbbing buried in her.

"You want it slow, sensual?" I whispered into her ear.

They were round and adorable, much like the rest of her, and flicked with the stereotypical doe-ish innocence that belied the cunning and lusty individual within. "Mmm, I want it all, stag-boy..."

My pulse quickened, hot passion running through my veins. Oh, if she wanted it all, I was to give her everything she wanted!

She rose up a little and sunk down again, our collective gasps echoing the clap of her ass meeting my thighs and groin. It was a brief taste of pleasure, and we wanted more. She continued, rising up and down, working my cock through her wet, clasping interior, building up into a bouncing rhythm that filled the room with the sound of our sex.

Ashale panted and writhed as she rode me, a perfect vision of lust that I clutched desperately by the hips, lest she escape me. My hips gently mirrored the actions of hers, thrusting up as she was plunging herself down, meeting each other with force as our furious libidos' demanded. Each thrust of mine cause my balls to swing up, slapping off her ass, sending a subtle bounce to her breasts.

I stretched one hand up and closed about one of them, kneading and gently squeezing. Amidst the chorus of our grunts and groans I heard her gasp, and she pressed a hand down over mine to encourage me further. I flicked the small pink nipple with a thumb, gently pinched it between my fingers, all the while we met each with frenzied thrusts.

With my feet still planted, there was only a certain amount of momentum I could bring to fuck her with. With a buck of my hips I sent her tumbling forward, trapping her torso to mine by wrapping her up in my arms. She grunted in surprise, her face suddenly buried in the growing tuft of fur about my neck. Hooves planted into the bed, knees bent, I gave her a few experimental thrusts, testing the angle and depths of her sex.

She groaned in surprise and delight, and judging myself in good position, I began to fuck her more powerfully than before. My hips rose and fell in a blur beneath her, my balls spanking the underside of her cream-coloured cheeks so rapidly they began to turn pink. So close to me I was embraced by her scent and felt even more control slip from me. Every aspect of her just seemed to strip the veneer of my identity and replace me with an animal that was present only for her lusts; in a way that the mistress could never accomplish.

Her fingers sank into my shoulders in surprise, she squealed into my chest "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Arris!"

If there was anything to spur me on in this moment, it was that. Ashale, a doe that had utterly enthralled me in some manner of spell, in the throes of pleasure, calling my name, calling for me to fuck her.

I growled, a sound that had been beaten out of me by my mistress, and fucked her faster and harder, as hard and as fast as I could. At this rate neither of us would last. The sounds of our sex's meeting, my cock hilting within her, were wet and loud. It felt almost raw, primal.

It was completely at odds with every lesson, every punishment that I had faced at the hands of my mistress. She would never allow me to hammer into her like this, would never allow herself to be restrained against me. But Ashale, she just whimpered and clutched at me in whatever way she could, spurring me on, panting out encouragement in time with the staccato bursts of our fucking.

I felt her begin to tremble in my arms, her fingers seizing my paws, and her pussy clenching down on me as if to try and squeeze the life from my cock. I just continued to growl and continued to hammer into her, and she squealed anew, high and long. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hips and her interior rippled and clenched along my length as she embraced her climax.

It pushed me over the edge too. I grunted, thrusts slowing but pounding hard into her depths. My balls pulled up tight to my sheath, pulsing, as I gave her everything I had. I erupted within her, cock jumping and throbbing, painting her interior white with rope after rope of cum. The volume was considerable, having been more than a few days. We shuddered together, clutching at each other desperately, as we rode out our climaxes.

After a minute or more the mess I had made began to dribble back out of her, running the length of my cock, thick droplets and rivulets trickling onto and over my balls. But I stayed, holding her, relaxing my arms slightly, and she made no immediate move. I savoured the post-climactic bliss.

The worry and unease set in shortly, however, when the pleasant buzz had faded from my cock and the tingling had receded from my spine. Ashale seemed utterly unfazed, unconcerned. She nuzzled into the beginning tuft of my seasonal mane and made pleased little huffs. Her hands lazily wandered about my chest.

"Now that...was exactly...what I wanted..." she managed to pant out, evidently still short on breath.

She managed to twist her head to look up at me and I was once again faced with the smouldering cunning in her dark, seemingly innocent eyes.

"I am glad. I am here to serve, Ashale." I was still panting myself, but tried to keep my tone level, aware I was back in dangerous territory.

She raised an eyebrow, clenching her interior muscles. It made me wince with the raw stimulation.

"I know you are," she rose gently, keeping our hips together, hands pressed to my chest, "and you did well. But I think I have a few more days of rest before me. Come, we'll get cleaned up, then I believe we have some tours ahead of us."

I am so fucking dead.

* * *

Those three days past in a blur, we toured the grounds of the Silverstar Winery and Estate, a distant and private winery, and we fucked. Constantly. I was reduced to sexual instinct, unable to resist and unwilling to resist any coy provocation from the doe that had unmade my identity as Consort.

Every morning Ashale took a contraceptive potion, and throughout the day I tested the strength of that potion. Later on the first day we took a carriage to the grounds, touring the gardens and the vineyards, and during that ride Ashale blew me. I remember nothing from the ride except warmth and suction on my dick, and by the end of our ride she was back upright, cleaning my load from around her mouth.

Before we had lunch on the first day she goaded me into fucking her over the table setting, in a private courtyard adjacent to the estates main building. Our grunts and groans and moans did nothing to drown out the sounds of the table rattling and sliding across flagstones, chairs falling, and glasses spilling.

This pattern of Ashale provoking me into fucking anywhere and everywhere continued, though on some occasions I did the provoking and teasing. On our second day of 'rest and recovery', I teasingly fingered her for a long time before lunch. We paused to eat, the doe looking flushed and fidgeting throughout her very light, and very quick lunch. I, on the other hand, delighted in taking my time. Each time I bought the fork to my mouth I caught a hint of her arousal still damp on my fingers.

I was enjoying myself, caught up in an amorous whirlwind with a beautiful doe. Until the third day.

* * *

I was on my back, panting, somewhat exhausted. There were days where Lady Filina was satisfied with our amorous session, but I had barely broken a sweat. This is not to brag. Sometimes her demands were simple, and in such a case getting myself off was not allowed. It was believed that any pleasure I received should be in serving the mistress. Even on the days the Lady demanded it rough, she never lasted.

Ashale on the other hand, took everything I had, and met me at every turn. Tonight, our last night before she returned to her normal duties, was a prime example of this. She had teased me unerringly throughout the day, but had never bought me relief, and only sought relief once herself.

It did occur to me that perhaps this was a fond farewell, as I expected things to go poorly for me when the mistress returned, or sought me out. It was a weirdly perverted, morbid thought, that Ashale might have wanted one rough, frantic, and spectacular night of coupling before I was likely killed, or worse. I was numb by thoughts of tomorrow.

The doe, lying beside me, head resting on my outstretched arm and one hand teasing circles on my chest, sighed contently. "It's a wonder the Lady gets anything done when she has you around. I believe you might actually be insatiable," she teased.

"While I'd like to agree, I have to concede I am rather satiated right now..." I hated the fact that I felt rather content about now.

I heard Ashale chuckle, but it faded to background noise while I considered the future that lay before me. Lady Filina had never truly shared me without being present, and unlike other nobles, she did not possess a harem. She had invested time and effort to shape me into the perfect Consort for her needs, but something had changed this. And I felt like I was the last to know what that was.

"Something has you distracted, Consort..." Ashale muttered beside me, tucking her head toward my neck a little more, comfortably nuzzling.

My muzzle turned up into a slight sneer. "I hate it when you call me that..." I all but growled.

"I know you do, but you love it too..." she trailed off as her hand traced down my abdomen and wrapped her hand around the base of my sheath.

Despite the exhaustion I felt, my cock stirred. I couldn't deny the power Ashale had to inspire my arousal, something she had certainly taken advantage of in the last few days.

"Why do I get the feeling you know exactly why I might be...distracted."

She tilted her head to meet my eyes, smiling coyly. "Perhaps I do."

I just glared, waiting for her to explain.

With a huff and a roll of her eyes she rolled onto her front, still half leaning on me, throwing one of her legs over mine. It was an intimate face to face, and even though I loathed the subject, I got a thrill at having her body pressed so close to mine.

"The Lady is moving on. Her ambitions demand marriage, or acquire further power and wealth, and the noble she has set her eyes upon is a Purist." She pointedly looked at me, "So I'm afraid she is choosing between you and her ability to gain more power and wealth. I think you know which wins..."

I did. "Then what is this." I waved a hand at our entangled bodies.

She grinned. "Your last few crazy nights before she...no longer requires your services."

The tone, the implication, made those words sound a whole lot more like; kills you or leaves you as the fuck-toy of the barracks. So that was it. It was utterly appropriate for this accursed city. A year of torment, beatings, denigrations and more to train me and shape me into the very thing she wanted, and now I was to be put down or worse because she wanted to court someone for power and wealth.

More power and wealth.

"Well, thanks for being my last, then." I muttered, feeling a warmth spread in my chest.

"Oh, trust me, it was absolutely my pleasure." She ran a hand through my chest fur, toying with the tuft of my mane.

It had grown out a little more over the last three days. Those deft fingers toying with it seemed to almost encourage me to close my eyes and drift off. But I couldn't, not while I had some answers before me. The warmth in my chest grew.

"And you...why you, Ashale?" I paused, "Not that I'm complaining. But I'm curious, so indulge me if you would."

She chuckled and I felt a hint of a blush tinge my muzzle. "You're adorable. Have I not indulged you plenty?"

I snorted derisively while she delighted in her joke.

"In truth the Lady thought we'd be a good match. What with me being a Consort and all..." she trailed off, no doubt enjoying that sudden reveal.

It made...a lot of sense, really. Not something I would have thought of, without a considerable amount of time and clues. I'm not a genius, but I was aware there was something different about this doe. And then I was charmed out of my mind. My chest felt hot.

"I was not chosen by the Lady, nor have I ever served her in that way. You were more her kind. I was taken from her when she destroyed Valladan, a minor and rather insignificant noble who'd made the mistake or insulting Lady Filina, indirectly. She took me on, and rather than debasing me as she would others, she turned me into a maid." She glanced at me, her coy expression returning. "Though sometimes my services as a Consort were required for other reasons..."

It took me a while to recognise that warmth for what it was. Last I knew it was something that had long been beaten out of me. It was anger. The mistress had failed in her training, because I was not going to let her do whatever she liked if she planned on killing me, or reducing me to the fuck-toy of a bunch of useless guards.

"What's got your heart racing, big boy?" Ashale asked, her hand now resting on my chest.

I looked down at her, my eyes wandering her fine form. "Ideas, dear Ashale, ideas."

She seemed puzzled by this, resting her chin on my chest to stare at me with a mere inch or two of separation. "What ideas might you be having, Consort?"

I allowed a grin to creep across my face. "I think the mistress has overestimated her control."

Ashale looked uncertain now, concerned almost. "If you try to fight, it will only go badly for you, Arris."

She used my name. Did she actually care, or was it another game being played? Was she merely looking out for herself?

"Things were always going to end badly. But this time I'm choosing what moves I make." I declared.

Then I grabbed the back of her head and crashed out muzzles together, fiercely kissing her as if it might be the last thing I ever did. Ashale, the lovely, curvy doe, clutched at me and I rolled on top of her. If things were going to go bad tomorrow, I was going to make the best of it now. Ashale might have pitied me, but those sounds she made sounded genuine enough for my ego.

We fucked again, and this time I was properly exhausted. We slept soon after. A nervous bead of energy burned in my chest, even while I slept.

* * *

3 Days Earlier...

A flash broke through the darkened, seemingly abandoned workshop deep within the bowels of the Corrias'Anorth underground. Two figures stumbled into existence, emerging almost drunkenly from a sudden teleportation.

The wolf struggled the most, his dark fur matching the dark leathers he wore. The crotch of his pants were opened and the considerable, red length of his cock was exposed to the air, gleaming with the fluids of an interrupted blowjob.

Then there was the feline beside him, dressed in disguising dark clothing, it was difficult to mark any specifics about species or gender. The cat, shorter and more lean than the wolf, fell to their knees and panted. The emergency teleportation had taken a lot from them.

The wolf, having gotten his breath back, leaned down to help his friend up, concerned.

"Raish, buddy, you ok?"

His soft tone was completely at odds with the deep growl he'd used on the stag they'd captured. The job was compromised, so the act was dropped.

"Ahhh....yes, I think, a moment...just a moment, Henrick." The feline was panting, too, and allowed the wolf to set him on his foot paws.

"Well that went fucking bad real quick!" A bit of the growl returned to the wolf as exasperation set in. "Trust the dragon to be overachieving. Killing two of our men was too much, he could have just wounded them! Probably sucking up to the Lady while he can, scaled-bag full of scum."

The cat watched Henrick's outburst with the beginnings of a smile, glimpsed mainly through the faint crinkling of their adorable and glittering dark eyes. The scarf still covered most of their face and muzzle, disguising their actual feelings.

Until they glanced down. Even in his exasperated tirade Henrick had not softened. His wolf dick was still out in the open, still red, and still very wet.

Henrick followed his friend's gaze. "Oh, yeah that buck really had me going..." he muttered as way of an explanation.

"Stag." The cat corrected him.

"There's a difference?"

"There is."

The wolf shrugged. "Stag-boy's mouth was heaven."

The feline looked at Henrick sharply and the wolf shrugged, a faint smirk on his muzzle.

"What can I say, it's the truth. You're damn good, too, you know that." The wolf sidled up to his friend, throwing an arm around the much shorter feline's shoulders. "It's gonna stay like this for a while. You wanna help me with it...?"

A sigh escaped the scarf before Raish began to unwind it. A vaguely feminine and astonishingly adorable feline face was revealed. Henrick leant down and with a paw under the cat's chin, tilted his head up so their muzzles could meet in a familiar kiss.

The feline melted into the kiss a little, relaxing enough to let Henrick help continue to undress enough of him. The coat was removed, freeing his arms, and leaving him in a tight sleeveless vest. Then came the belts and trousers, Henrick kneeling to pull them down. He grinned, and licked his lips wolfishly when Raish's modest, slim cock sprang forward eagerly.

The wolf leant into his friend, holding him firmly by the thighs as he kissed the drooling tip, licking its entirety with his large smooth tongue, enraptured as always by the little nubs that caught on his tongue. Raish sighed with pleasure, resting his paws on the wolf's shoulders for support, legs trembling a little at the delicious tongue pleasuring his cock.

Henrick liked to be on top. He was the boss in many things. He also liked to strike a dominant figure, pleasing others usually by fucking them, or getting something from someone so submissive they delighted in giving.

But damn if he didn't enjoy the taste of his catboy friend.

"Henrick, please, just fuck me..." Raish gasped as the wolf all but devoured his slight length.

Henrick's ear pricked up in excitement and he rose, letting the barbed cock slip free of his muzzle. Tight pants still sitting comfortable on his trim hips, the wolf led his femboy feline friend over to one of the abandoned and somewhat dusty workshop benches. Not tall enough to completely lean over it, Raish had to rest his elbows on it, still enough to present his ass to the wolf.

Hungry, needy eyes devoured a familiar treat. Henrick admired the tight, small globes of his friend's ass, marvelling in the subtle cleft of white fur and the little pink tailhole that was his target. Kneeling once more, Henrick used his large paws to cup and spread his friend's ass before he swiped his long tongue up through the cleft.

Raish squealed in pleasure, rising up further on his foot paws, and lowering his head into his folded arms. With practiced ease the wolf covered the area in his slick saliva, before diving in to thrust his tongue into the tight little tailhole. The muscle clenched around his tongue as Raish gasped and squealed again, raising his pert bottom for more.

In all the time that Henrick knew Raish, the femboy feline was a complete slut for a bit of rimming. Nothing got him ready faster and more assuredly than a tongue on, and, or in, his ass.

Smacking his lips, the wolf grinned and rose up. "You want the knot, Raish?"

His cock was more than ready to go, having softened only a little, enough that the knot had become a pliant orb resting just outside of his sheath. The round orbs of his furry nuts were pulled tight to his sheath, oh so eager to spend themselves within a tight ass.

"Yes!" Raish hissed, desperate, wiggling his hips and swishing his tail alluringly.

Henrick pressed the tip of his tapered wolf cock to the offered tailhole, smearing the mess of fluids all about the cleft of his friend's ass. Raish was not in the mood for teasing, however, the feline reached back and gave the large, throbbing dick a squeeze, hard enough for the wolf to give a little yelp of surprise.

"Ow, alright, I get it, here it comes!" Henrick clapped both hands on his friends waist and pressed forward.

The hot, throbbing prick spread the little tailhole wide, a slow and insistent pressure opening up the feline's insides. The two were familiar with the steps of this dance. Raish knew just how to push back, how to goad, and encourage. Henrick knew exactly how slow, or how fast, he could hilt himself, and then begin to fuck.

In these circumstances, it was pretty hurried. They were both eager to fuck, the wolf more than his friend, but both wanted it. The wolf cock carved a slickened path through the feline's ass, until the pliable bulb of his knot kissed the rim.

"Yessss..." Raish hissed in pleasure, his paws stretching and flexing on the wooden worktop.

Henrick just grinned at his friend's exhalations of pleasure, and delighted at the sensation of the tight muscle and warm interior of the feline's rear. Beginning to rock his hips, the wolf started a gentle but thorough rhythm, running his considerable length in and out to spread the slickness and stretch his feline friend.

In no time at all, Henrick was fucking with a quick tempo, snapping thrusts of his hips clapped off the tight globes of Raish's rear, and his large balls slapped against the smaller pair beneath him. The wolf's knot mashed repeatedly into the cleft, a slick and sloppy sound as each thrust put more and more stretch on the tailhole already being reamed by long and thick wolf cock.

Feeling the knot pressing insistently against him, growing firmer between the globes of his ass, Raish began to flick his tail teasingly, provoking the wolf.

"Grr," the wolf growled, catching the offending tail in one large paw, "you're gonna get it now, kitty-bitch!"

Tugging the tail to the side, one paw firmly on the feline's hip, Henrick began to drive himself into his friend with renewed speed and vigour, each thrust opening up the tailhole for the knot that demanded entry to the warm, snug interior.

"Yes!" Raish mewled, "Knot me, Rick!"

Henrick thrust forward insistently, pushing more than thrusting, wearing down the muscle of the tailhole with his thick and eager length, and the growing bulb of his knot. With a growl from the wolf and a squeal from the feline, the knot sunk into the constricting interior of Raish's tight but welcoming ass.

Delighting in the pressure for a moment, Henrick drew back his hips a little, locking into a limited range of motion, and began to knot-fuck his friend; drawing his knot through the clenching muscle just inside the rim of the feline's tailhole. Leaning over the feline, Henrick wrapped his friend in his arms, all but obscuring the feline if anyone had been watching, and hunching his hips repeatedly.

The mewling femboy feline came beneath him, rising up onto the tips of his footpaws and arching his back with pleasure as he shot lines of cum onto the floor below. It was more than enough to drive Henrick over the line, as the spasms and intense clenching of his friend around his large cock drove him to his own orgasm. With a drawn out growl and groan Henrick came, painting a mess of white in his friend's insides.

Raish yelped in surprise as Henrick lifted his friend up, arms wrapped about his middle, the feline's backdoor still impaled on considerable wolf knot and cock. Gently stumbling over to a chair, each shift and each step a brief jolt of pleasure for them both, Henrick sat down with his feline comrade in his lap.

They spend some time sitting there, blissful in their pairing, Henrick occasionally licking and grooming the feline he's stuck in, Raish enduring the treatment with a contented purr. The wolf wanted to stay like this. He didn't want to think about his plans, the next few days of subterfuge, intrigue, and conspiracy. He wanted Raish in his lap, arms wrapped around his feminine friend.

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