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Domino Falls Again

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

London. Milan. Dubai. New York. Now, San Francisco, on the upper side, away from the homeless camps that were springing up in the downtown area and well away from the coast where the common rich folk lived, was the latest property of the DuShank family. It loomed over the area, it dominated the hillside, and it had been expanded recently with the purchase of many other houses, all of which were gradually being knocked down and then replaced with whatever the Dalmatian owner of the property wanted. As far as Domino Charming was concerned, that was all above her paygrade, and she doubted that she would ever be in a position to ask the new mistress of the estate just what she wanted with all that land.

That was fine; she didn't want answers, after all. She just wanted...her.

The interview was anything but standard. The black and white rabbit had stepped into the room to see that there was a wall-sized photo spread across the far side of the room of her. It wasn't the head-shot that had been part of her CV, either, but rather something that had been submitted to a pred/prey group that she had been part of last year. Ended due to irreconcilable differences on the group's part, mostly with the group deciding that she took it further than they were willing to encourage before she was kicked out.

The sight of her own body, naked, tied down, a dog's teeth around her throat and her body spread wide, was enough to remind her of her past and set her to dripping in her panties beneath her demure skirt.

She was bright red when the high-backed chair between her and the screen turned. She expected to find herself face to face with one of the Doberman security officers that she had seen roaming the grounds, or one of the Great Danes that had escorted her from the fenced exterior to this room. Instead, she found herself face to face with her: Selena DuShank, Dalmatian, oil baron, and far more.

And she was nude.

Domino forgot how to breathe in that moment. For that matter, she was relatively certain that certain neurons forgot how to fire, as well. She stood there, staring, feeling her balance disappear bit by bit, until Selena spoke.

"Well, darling. Are you pretty, or pretty and stupid?"

She gasped for breath, almost coughing her lungs up at that moment before she caught her breath again. Domino nodded, her ears flicking up ever so slightly.

"I - I'm pretty, mistress."

"Mistress, darling? Oh, my, we are aware of our status, aren't we?"

"Yes, mistress," Domino said, immediately going to her knees, the skirt barely cushioning them as she stared up at the naked Dalmatian across the desk. "I apologize. I didn't know that you - that you yourself - would be conducting this. I apologize."

The smile on the Dalmatian's face spread, and she knew that she'd reacted properly. It had been too much for most of the dogs back at the group, but this? This was the woman that would respond to it properly. This was a woman that didn't just treat that as a hobby. This was a woman - a female - a Mistress - that treated this as the proper life that it was.

Not at all embarrassed by her own nudity, the Dalmatian curled a finger, and Domino took the invitation to slide forward. She did not get up from all fours, maintaining her lower status. This was where she belonged, she had long ago decided, and this was where she would stay. It was buying her good will, yes, but it had long since faded from being just a way to manipulate those of higher standing. It had become true belief.

The rabbit stopped at the far side of the desk, her nose barely poking over the edge as she looked at the bare-breasted, collared Dalmatian. A red nylon band encircled the other woman's neck, and she could just make out little spots here and there through the fur where it looked like something dark was trying to be seen through the white fur and the black spots. What were they? She didn't know; the legendary DuShank woman was not well-known, but Domino imagined she would be taught if she was worth it.

"Domino Charming. Charming."

"Yes, Mistress."

"We will never use that joke again. Are we understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now. Your past. Obviously, a little spotted, just like yourself," the Dalmatian woman said, nodding back at the screen behind her. "But certainly unapologetic. When you join a group of such extreme practices as this and they end up being the ones thinking you're going too far, then you certainly are committed."

"I - Yes, Mistress."

"No arguments?"

"Just a bad joke."

"Good. You know when a sense of humor has no place."

"You said no jokes, Mistress. Prey must not question predators, if they have any desire to live."

The Dalmatian nodded. Not in a studied, surprised, or condescending way, but merely in the way of one acknowledging a fact of life. The rabbit continued to stare over the desk, not speaking. She would be told to speak if it was wanted; to break the silence before then was to violate the order of things that had already been established.

The red-collared Dalmatian didn't stand up, but she did press a button. The chair slid around the desk, moving on tracks that the rabbit had missed at first glance. It rounded the side of the desk and came to a stop in front of her, and she was left breathless once again.

"Breathe," the Dalmatian said, and it took the command of a proper predator to get her to do just that. "Must I do this so regularly, darling? I'm starting to believe you embody that old Golden joke of the bitch that had to wear earbuds that told her to breathe."

"I'm...sorry, Mistress," Domino said as she caught her breath again. "I didn't expect..."

The dark spots were more visible now, and from this angle, she could see things that did not mix with what she had heard of this Dalmatian. Rather than a standard coat that was immaculately clean, she found herself faced with a dog whose marks were...well, made for lewd behaviors, to put it bluntly. Not only were there words burned through the fur, marked into the chest and stomach just out of sight when one was at the desk, but they said things that were completely at odds with this powerful, urbane woman.

'Puppy Mill,' placed just over her stomach.

'Knot Me', 'Breed Me', positioned on either side of a spot right over her crotch.

Not to mention the spot right over her sex, for that matter. She almost couldn't believe that it was real the way that it was shaped. It looked like a dog cock, a wider base that spread out to either side of the sex, followed by a bulbous oval that ran up from it. It looked like some male had laid his cock out on her and burned it on.

She could not find her words, and didn't until the Dalmatian lifted her leg and all but kicked her pussy. If it were not for older modifications, she would have keeled over. As it was, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes closing to slits.

"Ah...forgive...forgive me, Mistress. I was...caught off-guard."

"Obviously. But not so obvious - ah, yes. The recording. It was not faked, was it?"

"...No," she admitted, knowing the one to which the Dalmatian referred. "I had...those...removed."

"Most dedicated, indeed, darling. I did not expect a rabbit to devote itself that thoroughly. Modern culture has tried to eliminate the old instincts that defined your species' place, but you? You have re-learned it, applied it...and you bear the marks of my species. I am not one to believe in fate...but I am one to believe in amusement. Tell me, are you as skilled as these old videos would imply?"

"May I - ah - may I speak freely, Mistress?" she asked, feeling the clawed toes dragging along down there, just short of scraping her skin through her fur.

"Since you've asked properly, you may. Keep it to a single sentence, however."

"With respect, Mistress, I am better than I used to be, and the tapes are all well out of date compared to how good I am now."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then you will have no problem satisfying me."

The Dalmatian lifted her other paw, wiggling her fat toes, the little pink pads along the underside of her paw looking as if they had been lotioned mere minutes ago. They were all polished, and even the pressure of her toes brushing against each other seemed to depress the pads. It looked as if they had never been walked on, let alone soiled by the floor, the inside of a shoe, or any effort or exertion.

They were, in a word, perfect.

Domino nodded, opening her mouth. She delicately presented her tongue like the doormat it was to the superior female, and as the first digit pressed down - the middle, thickest one - she felt the claw arrive first. It could have pushed down, cut right into her tongue, and she could have braced herself against that sort of pain. She might have, years ago, when she first made that recording.

Now, however, she was a different rabbit, and she knew the sort of woman that Selena DuShank was. Any hesitation, any sign that she wasn't as eager as she said she was, and this interview was over.

Thankfully, self-preservation had ceased to be a regular concern months ago. She was a rabbit, someone that was there for the proper use of predators, and for one like this, for one that would offer her perfection such as this to worship, she would forgo any fears. The blunt claw pressed against her tongue, ground down with dangerous levels of pressure...and then moved on, pushing further into her throat.

"Good..."

Selena's words were shifting, the tone changing. Gone were the 'darlings' and 'dears'. Gone was the silk over the gauntlet. Now, there was only the iron beneath it, and Domino shivered as she knew that iron was now completely and utterly focused on her. She swallowed as the toe slid further along her tongue, and lifted it slightly to caress the digit.

"Let's see how long you last..."

Domino almost gagged as Mistress Selena shoved her paw forward, the toes spreading along her lips, the sudden shove bruising the corners of her mouth ever so slightly as the toe itself pushed in deep enough to almost trigger her gag reflex. She clamped down on both the reflex and the toe, and panted softly.

The Dalmatian smiled. So far, so good. Hopefully, the rest of the interview would be this fun.

The End

Summary: A rather potent moment between a rabbit and a Dalmatian employer. It's a rather interesting meeting between the two, and it fits them well.

Tags: F/F, speciesism, prey/pred, Dalmatian, rabbit, paw play, foot fetish, paw fetish, toe sucking, femdom, intimidation, nudity, total domination, exhibitionism, body writing,