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Hurts So Good

It was the same dream, yet again. Some would've called it a nightmare. In fact, Cassie was sure that most would've classified it as such. However, for the arctic wolf, it was so much more.

The lupine's lithe, petite body writhed on top of the blankets of her dorm room bed, soft whimpers escaping her muzzle. Every so often, her nude body would jerk and spasm in the grip of the vivid dream, her closed eyes twitching frantically behind her eyelids. Sweat soaked the sheets and comforter, the sour smell of her perspiration mixing with another, sweeter scent; the unmistakable, cloying smell of female arousal.

The dream was the same every time it invaded her unconscious, sleeping mind. It didn't happen every night, but the wolf had been tormented by it almost every week since she had left home and moved into the college dorms. The dream continued as she writhed and twisted on the sweat-soaked bedding.

_She was lying face up on a hard, unforgiving surface, perhaps a table. Her tormentor, faceless as always, had her pinned down by the throat. She could feel his strong paws crushing her windpipe, her breath coming in hard, ragged wheezes as she struggled vainly underneath him. She could feel her own fear and pain, as if the incident was truly happening to her.

Suddenly, her attacker released his grip, allowing the lupine a long gasp of air, her body trembling as it sucked in much needed oxygen. But he wasn't done with her; not by a long shot. As Cassie gulped down air, her body too weak to resist her attacker, she felt sharp claws digging into her skin, softly at first, but with increasing pressure. The arctic wolf yelped as they broke skin and dug in, raking down her abdomen. The coppery scent of fresh blood rose into the air as his claws left long, thin, bloody tracks down her body._

It was then that she realized she was aroused. She could detect her own sweet musk mingling unashamedly with the lingering, primal smells of blood, fear, and pain.

The paws of Cassie's attacker had reached her waist by now, the lupine panting hard as he toyed with her. She didn't resist him at this point; she couldn't even if she wanted to. The terrifying reality was that she wasn't sure if she even did want to resist him.

The wolf closed her eyes as she felt one of his paws close on her throat again. His other paw rubbed against her wet, eager slit. He allowed her one, long moan of lust and pleasure before he began pushing into her aching throat yet again, turning the tail end of the sound into a choking gasp. Cassie felt his fingers forcing their way into her pussy as a strange feeling of mixed arousal and panic set in, her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. Stars burst on the insides of her eyelids, and her body bucked against him in an instinctual attempt to escape....

Cassie's eyes shot open, and the lupine sat bolt-upright as she coughed and choked, feeling as if the invisible hands of her dream visitor were still clenched on her throat. It took her several minutes to recover, sucking in deep gasps of fresh air.

The wolf lay back against the pillows, the heavy scents of mixed sweat and her own need settling into her nostrils in an almost nauseating combination. She ran one trembling paw down her abdomen, as if expecting to find that the claw marks her imaginary attacker had left on her were, indeed, real.

Her paw, still shaking, reached her groin, and she marveled, with a little bit of shame, at how wet she was. The insides of her white furred thighs were drenched and matted against her skin, thick with her juices. With a low moan, she slid two fingers into her slit, seeking out her engorged clitoris and stroking it hard and fast.

Cassie let out another moan of pleasure, her toes curling as the familiar sensation of electric bubbles ran down her spine. The lupine's back began to arch, her tail thumping against the sweat soaked sheets. She reached over with her free paw and grabbed one of her extra pillows, jamming it into her muzzle, knowing this was unlikely to be a quiet or reserved orgasm. The sensation of her breathing being obstructed by the pillow served to remind her again of the dream stranger's paws on her throat, sending a hard shudder of eager arousal thru her body.

A moment later, the white wolf let out a howl of lust, the sound successfully muffled by the pillow, as she came. A torrent of creamy, sticky nectar washed over her paw, soaking into the sheets underneath her overstimulated body. It was several long moments before her body relaxed, letting her arched back fall to the mattress. She pulled the pillow out of her maw, her hard pants of exertion mixed with soft, almost pathetic whimpers of confusion and shame.

Cassie lay there for several minutes as her lust-addled mind returned to it's usual operating state. She was conflicted, and more than a little ashamed, about how the dreams affected her. Though she was hardly a virgin, she had never felt as much sexual excitement as she did when she was in the heavy clutches of the dreams. She didn't understand how they could be so vivid, so real.... And so arousing.

The wolf eventually levered herself out of bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand. It was just after four o'clock in the morning. She had a class at eight, and she briefly considered lying back down and trying to sleep. The thought, however, was short lived. There was no way she would be able to go back to sleep right now.

Cassie rose from the bed and turned on the lights. She blushed furiously at the wet spot her orgasm had left on the sheets, and proceeded to strip the bed, rolling the sheets into an untidy ball and tossing them into her laundry hamper. The lupine pulled a fresh set of bedding out of the bathroom closet, musing to herself how fortunate she was to not have a roommate.

The wolf quickly put the fresh sheets on the bed, the smell of hard perspiration and arousal fading somewhat with the absence of the soiled bedding, but still lingering like a persistent fog.

Cassie flicked on the bathroom light and stepped into the shower, cranking the hot water on as high as it would go, letting out a soft groan as the scalding hot water washed over her. The wolf let her mind wander as she washed away the remnants of her dream.

Cassie had grown up in a very wealthy family. Her parents were never around; in fact, she could count on one paw how many times she had been in the same room with them over the last three or four years. She knew that they hadn't been very impressed by her smaller-than-average build and less than stunning looks. She wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but when your mother was a world-renowned model and your dad was a fashion designer, it built a lot of very high expectations in the physical category.

Despite that, Cassie had always excelled in school. Outside of a few flings with various guys at her high school, she had more or less preferred to not be noticed. The lupine had kept her head down and buried in a book in order to ensure that she could make it in life on her own merits, rather than her parents' money and reputation. Even though her parents could've bought her admission into any school she wanted, she had instead worked her tail off applying for scholarships and saving her own money she had accrued throughout high school working small, dead-end jobs.

Though the wolf had few friends, her grades were among the highest at the University, and she enjoyed the effort and work that went into keeping them that way.

The lupine let out a soft murr of pleasure as the hot water washed across her perky little B-cup breasts, her nipples perking up at the stimulation. Her mother had tried to buy her implants when she graduated high school, but Cassie had refused. To her, anything more than a handful was a waste, and she honestly felt sorry for more well-endowed females who had to carry all that extra weight around all day.

By now, the lingering scent of sweat and arousal had been washed out of her soft, silky fur. Cassie sighed and turned the tap off, reaching out of the shower and grabbing her towel. The wolf dried herself vigorously, and stepped out of the shower. As she often did after waking from her strange and erotic dreams, the wolf looked at herself in the mirror, her mind twisting and turning in an effort to explain how she felt.

On one level, the dreams disturbed her deeply. After all, she was dreaming about being strangled, clawed and virtually raped. On another, more primal, level, she found herself going to sleep every night hoping that the dream would repeat itself.

She couldn't explain why they affected her the way they did. She had given herself to more than a few guys in high school, and none of them had ever treated her roughly, or done anything that would cause her to see these things in the depths of her subconscious, dreaming mind. She did watch porn on occasion, but never anything as brutal as what her imaginary visitor subjected her to.

As always, she was left with more questions than answers.

Cassie left the bathroom and changed into a comfortable pair of running shorts and a sports bra, foregoing any other sort of undergarments. She had found that she enjoyed not wearing panties of any kind, even though her dresser drawer was loaded full of underwear her parents had designed. Though the garments were undeniably sexy, she was disgusted by the thought of wearing something her father and mother had made a fortune off of. She knew there were girls at the University that would give their right arms to have even one pair of them, but the lupine had no desire to wear them.

Cassie sat down at her desk and pulled a textbook out of her backpack, opening it to where she had left off the previous evening. Soon, she lost herself in her studies.

Cassie's only class for the day had been an early one, but, thanks in part to being up early from her dream, she was fully awake and ready. She had studiously taken down page after page of notes from a lecture that was, admittedly, very boring, and found herself with the rest of the day to herself.

The wolf left the lecture hall, her heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. She had thrown on a plain t-shirt on her way out of her room this morning, and, like most furs, had opted to go bare-paw.

The lupine walked slowly out of the lecture hall and out into the bright sunlight, unsure of what she would do with herself the rest of the day. As she strolled across the grassy common, listening to the indistinct murmur of other student's passing conversations, she suddenly came to a hard stop, almost tripping herself.

Across the sidewalk from her was a plain, concrete picnic table. A lone student occupied it, engrossed in whatever he was watching or reading on his tablet. Cassie wasn't sure why she had halted as quickly as she had upon seeing him. Certainly, he was hard to miss.

The student in question was a tall, lean Friesian stallion, his black fur gleaming like obsidian in the sunlight. He wore a metal band t-shirt that was pulled tight over well-rounded biceps and pectoral muscles. It wasn't the equine's hard, well-cut body or his gleaming black coat that had caught her eye, though.

Cassie found her amber eyes drawn instead to the vine-like tribal style tattoos that ran from the stallion's wrists all the way to the sleeves of his t-shirt, drawn in white ink so as to stand out against his ebony fur. Her eyes moved upward to his face, settling on a series of three silver rings in each of his ears, as well as a medium sized, matching bull ring that adorned his wide nostrils.

It wasn't the tattoos and piercings themselves that had made her stop in her tracks, but rather the fleeting thought of how much pain the horse had to endure to have it all done. The images of her dream rose unbidden to the surface of her mind; the feeling of sharp claws raking down her body, and the scent of her own blood.

Cassie snapped back to reality with a soft gasp. She took a tentative step forward, and a hard blush rose to her cheeks as she felt a familiar dampness between her legs. The wolf glanced down, noticing a wet spot forming conspicuously on her tight running shorts. For once, she wished she had opted for underwear this morning.

She unslung her backpack from her shoulder and held the heavy bag awkwardly in front of her groin as she fielded a mental debate over what her next move should be. One side of her wanted to sprint back to the safety of her dorm room, to go back to hiding in her textbooks and notes. The other side, however, wanted to speak to the piercing-adorned stud, to hear how much the piercings and tattoos had hurt, how much blood had been shed on that glossy black coat of his.

Cassie felt her legs carrying her forward, as if in a trance. The rational part of her begged them to stop, to turn and head down the sidewalk toward safety. As she drew closer to the picnic table and it's lone occupant, that rational little voice slowly fell silent as her need and curiosity took hold.

The lupine stepped to the side of the table across from the black stallion and nervously cleared her throat. The equine looked up from his tablet with a slight look of annoyance.

"Can I help you?". The familiar hard blush rose high and hot in Cassie's cheeks as she struggled to stammer out a coherent answer.

"Uh... Um.... W-well..... I'm sorry to bug you, but I was wondering..... Um.... I j-just noticed your tattoos.... And stuff....". The stud sighed and leaned back, tipping his head backwards and looking at the flustered lupine with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"What about 'em?". Cassie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"I... was just curious... Did it hurt?". The last part of her question came out in an eager rush that she was sure had to make her sound like a mental patient.

The horse raised on eyebrow and let out a soft, whinnying chuckle. "Well, yeah, they hurt. They fucking hurt a LOT."

"O-oh.....". Cassie trembled as she felt another wave of wetness in her groin, and she clutched her backpack to her waist even tighter. "Where... Where did you go to get it all done?". The wolf tried to make the question sound nonchalant and casual, but the nervous pitch of her voice made it sound more like a desperate plea.

The stallion sighed and set down his tablet. "I did them myself. Took some classes, got a license, bought the tools." He looked the petite lupine up and down, as if sizing her up with a faint look of exasperation. Suddenly, his nostrils flared, much like a wild animal picking up a foreign scent. The equine leaned toward Cassie, a curious look in his eyes.

The lupine tried to tell herself that his sudden shift in demeanor was a natural reaction to her barrage of questions, but she knew better than that. The Friesian stud had picked up the scent of her obvious arousal. She continued the awkward conversation, struggling to act as if the scent the stallion had detected was nothing more than an aroma on the breeze.

"Th-that's cool.... Um.... Could.... Could you do me?". Cassie blushed as she realized just how provocative her question sounded, and hoped the equine would understand what she was asking.

The horse eyed the lupine again, this time with more curiosity and intrigue in his gaze rather than annoyance. "That question could be taken a couple different ways, sweetheart.". The wolf blushed even harder, her ears falling flat against her head in embarrassment. "But if you're asking about body art and piercings, I think we could work something out.". The stallion slid one hand into his pocket and extracted a battered leather wallet. Opening it, he slid a business card out and pushed it across the table.

"Now, sweetheart, I can tell you're a little flustered, among other things.". Cassie let out a soft whimper, her tail curling up between her calves. "I may seem like an asshole, but I can tell something is up with you. Why don't you take that card, go back to your dorm room, and cool off a little? Then, if you're still interested, you can shoot me a text later."

Cassie found herself nodding mutely with his suggestion, her face a flaming shade of tomato red under her silky white fur. She fumbled with her backpack for a moment, struggling to hold the heavy bag in place with one paw as she reached out and took the card off the table.

"Okay, sweetheart. I don't mean to sound crass, but you'd better get back to your room before someone else catches that scent.". The Fresian's voice wasn't unkind or mocking, but instead held a note of concern and worry for the poor, flustered lupine. The only response Cassie could muster was a frantic nod of her head. The business card clutched tight in her paw, the wolf turned away and mustered her foot paws into a brisk trot down the sidewalk toward her dorm.

The stallion watched her leave, a look of mixed amusement, concern and curiosity on his wide face. If the wolf had been trying to come on to him, it was definitely the strangest, not to mention most awkward, pass that he'd ever seen. Though he looked like something that had spawned straight out of a 1980's heavy metal music video, the equine was actually pretty tender hearted. He was genuinely concerned for the stammering lupine, and, even though it had smelled like he could've had her right then and there if he wanted to, he wouldn't have dreamed of taking advantage of her befuddled state. That wasn't to say she wasn't cute or attractive; quite the opposite, in fact. She struck him as the kind of girl that honestly didn't know how sexy she really was.

With a soft snort, the stud cleared his head and returned to his tablet. There was a stirring in his groin as his thick member struggled against his boxers, and he exhaled heavily, forcing the last of the wolf's heady scent out of his nostrils. The equine took a few deep breaths, calming himself and willing his shaft to settle down. After a moment, it obeyed, and he was able to return to the lecture he had been watching. Body art was his passion, but it never hurt to have an education to back it up, after all.

Cassie flew through the door of her room and slammed the it shut behind her. She was panting hard, having more or less sprinted thru the lobby of the building in order to keep the telltale scent of her needy pussy from lingering too long in one place. The wolf had opted for the stairs instead of the elevator, not wanting to be trapped in an enclosed space with numerous strangers. She had dashed up three flights of steep stairs at a pace that would've made even a hardened athlete jealous.

Cassie took a moment to catch her breath, her muscles trembling, and then tossed her backpack into her desk chair. She noticed, with a flush of embarrassment, that she had not only left a wet stain on her shorts, but that it had also bled through onto the back of her backpack.

"Well, gonna have to wash my backpack, too...". The statement was followed by a nervous, whimpering giggle. The lupine threw herself onto the bed, and, in an instant, her paw was forcing itself under the waistband of her shorts, seemingly of its own volition.

Cassie let a low groan escape her muzzle as she jammed almost her whole paw into her soaked cunt, spreading her lips wide with a hard, insensitive thrust. There was a brief flash of beautiful, glorious pain that faded all too quickly as her tight, underused slit was forced wide open.

Gasping at the sensation, the wolf sat up, leaning her back against the headboard, and hunched forward a little, giving her paw a better angle to violate her needy slit. Not knowing exactly what she was doing or why she was doing it, the lupine pushed her paw further into herself, letting out little gasping whimpers of pain and need.

After a minute or two, the wolf realized that she had forced her paw in almost to the wrist. She let out a low whine of shame, and withdrew her damp paw, only to force it back in an instant later. This action brought back that wonderful, bright flash of pain, and she had to clench her teeth to silence a howl of pleasure.

The wolf had previously only fingered herself, carefully finding her clit and stimulating it gently to an orgasm. The stimulation she now found herself engaged in was completely new to her, and there was a tiny part of her rational brain that was screaming at her to stop, yelling at the top of its lungs that there was no logical reason to paw-fuck herself as she was now doing.

Cassie growled in frustration, slamming her now soaked paw into herself even harder and faster, the strobing mixture of pleasure and pain finally drowning out that little, logical voice. The lupine's eyes were clenched shut, and, with every flash of pain, she imagined hard paws clenching around her throat, and the feeling of a sharp piercing needle being driven through her skin. She felt like her whole body was burning in the throes of the brutal punishment she was inflicting on her tight cunt, her paw now a blur of wet white fur as it pummeled her delicate flesh over and over again.

Suddenly, Cassie's eyes shot open and her mouth gaped, her tongue lolling out to the side. Her foot paws planted themselves into the mattress, raising her tail end off the bed as she neared her climax. This time, however, rather than the electric tingle she had come to associate with her average orgasm, her body was engulfed in a searing wave of heat, much like the hot gust of air one was rewarded with when opening an oven. What felt like every hair on the wolf's body stood on end, and she sucked in a massive breath of air.

With her head thrown back and her body seizing and jerking, Cassie let out a long, unabashed, howling scream of pleasure. There was no way she could've silenced it this time, even if she had enough of her conscious mind to attempt to do so.

The wolf bucked and thrashed as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her petite frame, every muscle clenching and releasing in rapid succession. Cassie was vaguely aware that her paw was now buried in what felt like a bowl of warm honey, and, as her body began to relax, she pulled it free from it's hot, spasming prison.

Immediately, a gush of foamy wolf nectar poured out of her unplugged pussy, forming a sloppy, wet puddle under her ass. Her body settled back down onto the mattress, and, almost immediately, the wolf lost consciousness.

When Cassie awoke, a glance at the clock told her that she had been out cold for over an hour. She let out a low whine as the events leading up to her undignified, unintentional nap came rushing back. She looked down at herself, blushing as she saw that her shorts were stained a dull white with her dried fluids, and a similar stain now adorned the sheets under her. She doubted the stain would ever come out of either her clothes or the sheets, and she shuddered at the thought of the looks she would get hauling her laundry to the basement washroom with her scent soaked so heavily into everything.

Cassie pried herself out of bed, wincing at the soreness between her legs. She slid out of the stained shorts and examined herself, with a soft whimper. Her tight pussy lips were gaped open, as if inviting another brutal pounding, and her sex was hot to the touch and inflamed. She ran her fingers over it, causing a stinging sensation that she wasn't sure she disliked.

For the second time that day, and for the same reason, the wolf shut herself in the shower to wash the smell of her own arousal off of herself. As she cleaned her dried leavings off of her abused slit, she found herself sliding a finger into her warm depths yet again, only to withdraw it quickly with a whine of shame.

The lupine finished her shower, dried herself, and then stripped the bed yet again. She didn't have another extra set of sheets to replace these, and thus had to leave the mattress bare. She blushed as she saw that her most recent orgasm had not only stained the sheets, but had soaked through into the mattress itself.

Cassie quickly covered the telltale mark with a spare blanket, and dropped herself into her desk chair, her mind a mire of muddled thoughts. Her eyes drifted along the desk to where she had dropped the Fresian stallion's business card. She picked it up tentatively, as if it would bite her, and uncrumpled it.

**Clyde Stahl

Body Art and Modifications

Specializing in Piercings, Tattoos and More**

(808)-326-2401

Cassie studied the card long and hard, as if it held the secrets of the universe. After several long minutes of scrutiny, she pulled her phone out of her backpack, added the stallion, Clyde, as a contact, and typed out a message to him. Her heart hammering in her chest, she sat back and waited.

It was after dark when Cassie emerged from her room. She had changed into a plain black skirt that ended right above her knees, and a black t-shirt had been pulled on over her nondescript sports bra. Whether it had been a product of her preoccupation and nerves, or perhaps a subconscious desire, she had once again foregone underwear of any kind. She only realized she didn't have anything under the skirt after she had locked her door, and the lupine made herself turn away from re-entering the room, afraid that she may chicken out if she went back inside.

The locked door behind her, Cassie headed down the hall to the elevator. Upon texting Clyde early that afternoon, the stallion had responded almost immediately, as if he had been expecting her message. In their text conversation, he had been very polite, asking her various questions:

Did she have any kind of blood-borne diseases that she knew of?

Did she have any previous experience with piercings or body art?

What kind of work was she wanting done?

Overall, the equine had been very professional in his inquiries. The wolf had answered 'no' to the first two questions, and had tentatively responded that she wanted her ears pierced to the third. Clyde had suggested that they meet up at a tattoo shop down the street from the campus, and had told her he worked there on the weekends and had a key to the building. He had also said it would be closed for the night, and they were unlikely to be disturbed. The lupine had agreed to meet him at nine o'clock that evening.

The dorm was eerily quiet at this time of evening. It being a Friday night, most of the residents had either left for the weekend or were out partying. Cassie stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It was only then that her reservations began to surface, the obnoxious voice of reason berating her.

Was she stupid? She was going out, at night, to meet a stranger, one that was literally twice her size, in a closed tattoo shop! She wasn't even wearing any underwear, for crying out loud! What if he robbed her? Beat her?

What if he raped her?

There was a deeper, darker voice that responded to the last question.

So what? Isn't that kind of what she wanted? Isn't that what her dreams had involved? Cassie shuddered at the thought, disturbed by the fact that it honestly excited her a little bit.

The lupine's reverie was interrupted by the doors of the elevator sliding open, and she stepped out into the silent lobby, occupied by only a bored looking receptionist. She made her way across the tile-floored room and out into the cool night air. Cassie didn't have a car, and usually relied on ride-sharing apps on her phone to get around town when she left campus, but the shop she was meeting Clyde at was only a couple of blocks away from the college's front entrance.

The wolf made a left turn and headed down the sidewalk until it intersected with the perimeter road that ran all the way around the campus. Cassie made a left turn and followed the road to the front entrance of the campus, and then out into the street.

The lupine felt vaguely self conscious as she made her way down the public street. A cool breeze swept by her, making its way under her skirt and caressing the wolf's abused sex, making her shiver with a mixture of anticipation and unease. She briefly considered heading back to the dorm and slipping on some panties, but, upon checking her phone, she realized such a trip would make her late. She had no intention of keeping Clyde waiting, though she herself was unsure of what to expect.

She had a feeling that, based on how the rest of her day had gone, she would be reduced to a sopping wet, moaning mess the instant she was subjected to the needle. Even though she told herself that having her ears pierced was all she was doing tonight, her subconscious, that same little demon at the back of her mind that had told her to wear nothing under her skirt, was now telling her that she was likely going to end the night with her sore pussy wrapped around Clyde's shaft.

Cassie fought back a wave of nervous excitement that threatened to make her sore cunt drool nectar yet again. She managed to push the thoughts from her mind, and continued down the street at a brisk pace, the moonlight reflecting off her white fur and making her almost seem to glow in the dark.

After a few more short minutes, the wolf stood in front of the closed tattoo parlor. The sign in the window was flipped to "closed" and the neon lights in the window were all turned off. However, as she neared the door, she could see a light on at the back of the shop. Cassie stood at the door, and swallowed a hard lump in her throat as her stomach fluttered nervously.

Finally, her heart hammering in her ears, the wolf raised one paw and gave a short, shy knock on the glass door. Cassie could see a shadow move across the back wall of the empty shop, and, a moment later, Clyde's head poked out of the back room. Seeing his newest client at the door, the stallion crossed the darkened front room and slid the lock open on the door, pushing it open to allow the lupine entry.

Cassie's heart was thundering as she stepped over the threshold. The door fell closed behind her, and the Fresian stud slid the lock back into place, the sound of the bolt striking home seeming to echo disproportionately in Cassie's ears. There was no turning back now.

Clyde turned back to the wolf and gestured toward the lighted back room. "Straight to the back, Cassie. I have everything set up already." The stud laid one of his massive hands on the wolf's shoulder, and Cassie flinched instinctively, her nerves making her tremble.

The equine withdrew his hand, noticing now that the wolf had her tail partially tucked and that she was breathing a little heavier than what one would expect to be normal. "Are you alright? If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

Cassie shook her head vehemently. "N-no, I'm fine. Really, I'm good.". Clyde looked as if he didn't quite believe her. The wolf gave him a nervous smile and turned toward the back room, willing her foot paws to carry her inside. They responded, and she adopted what she hoped could pass for a confident strut as she entered the room, the stallion close behind her.

The room wasn't quite what Cassie had expected. Somehow, she had assumed that it would be a dark, dimly lit interpretation of a medieval torture chamber, when, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

A large reclining leather chair, much like a barber's chair, but far more comfortable looking, sat in the center of the room, the glossy black leather reflecting the light from a flexible stand lamp and a soft fluorescent ceiling light. Next to the chair was a rolling metal caddy with sealed piercing needles and tattoo guns neatly arranged across the top, with small drawers of what Cassie assumed to be bottles of ink and trays of studs and rings. The walls of the room were painted a light shade of red that seemed to make the room feel brighter, cozier, and less intimidating.

Seeing the wolf looking around the room, Clyde let out a soft chuckle. "We have three rooms in the shop, including the front. Most of the simple business goes on out front, but we use this room for our more nervous clients. The back room is usually for work that's a little more intimate or hardcore.". Clyde gestured toward the chair, bidding the wolf to sit and get comfortable.

As Cassie moved toward the chair, she found her eyes drawn to the tool caddy, the shiny surgical steel of the piercing and tattoo needles making her stomach churn with anticipation. The wolf slid into the chair, making sure she kept her knees together to keep from exposing herself to the stallion. She adjusted herself and looked up at the horse, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice as she spoke.

"So... I guess I'm ready whenever you are.". The stud retrieved a stool from the corner of the room and dropped the seat down almost to the floor, so that he was on level with the lupine.

"Okay, but there's a few things we need to go over, sweetheart.". The equine fixed Cassie with a soft, yet stern, gaze. "I'm not gonna lie; this is gonna hurt like hell. I don't do too many canine, lupine, or vulpine client's ears, and there's a good reason for it. Y'all's skin is really thin up there, with a lot of tiny blood vessels. There's a lot of nerves hooked into your ears, too. Not only is it gonna hurt, but it's probably gonna bleed quite a bit. I'm gonna use a thinner needle to try and keep from hitting any blood vessels, but I can't guarantee that I'll miss every one of them. It's kinda like sticking your finger in the middle of a spiderweb and trying not to get it on you. You understand?"

Cassie nodded, her heart pounding. "Good. Next thing is that after the needle goes through, I have to leave it in place for a couple of seconds so that the blood doesn't fill up the hole right away. If it does, it makes it harder for me to clean it up. It's really important that you keep your head really still until I'm done. If you jerk your head away, it could rip a chunk out of your ear, and that means a trip to the hospital."

Cassie gave a shaky nod in response. "Alright... so, it's gonna hurt, it's gonna bleed, and I have to stay really still." The stallion nodded his approval.

"Right. Okay, so first I need to trim the fur from around where I'm working.". The equine slid open a drawer in the caddy and pulled out a small set of battery powered hair clippers. He flicked them on, the hum of the device filling the otherwise silent room.

The big stallion wheeled his stool around to Cassie's right side and gently took hold of her ear. "I'm gonna go about an inch above the base of your ear. That gives me room to work and it'll look more even when I do the other ear. That okay with you?"

The wolf nodded anxiously. "You're the professional; whatever you think will work.". Clyde gave her a small smile as he brought the clippers to her ear, the buzzing hum filling her head as he trimmed away the silky white fur from the outside of her ear, as well as the velvety undercoat from the inside. Finished, he flicked the trimmer off and laid it back in it's drawer.

The stallion extracted a pair of latex surgical gloves from the bottom of the caddy and slipped them on over his massive hands, making sure they fit snugly. Next was a cotton ball that he soaked in rubbing alcohol and patted across her ear, the cold liquid making her shiver as it touched against the sensitive skin. Clyde then withdrew a small sanitary sleeve containing a single, thin piercing needle from the drawer, and tore the package open, the slim piece of steel glistening in the light.

Cassie felt her heart flutter, and her breath became a light pant as she saw the needle that would soon be driven through her willing flesh. Clyde gave her a quizzical look as he observed the slight shift in her demeanor.

"You alright? We can do this another time if you're getting squeamish.". The wolf struggled to compose herself.

"No, I'm fine. Let's do this.". The stallion shrugged and tilted the stand lamp down a little to illuminate his work area.

"Okay, Cassie, I'm gonna count to three and then the needle goes in. Deep breaths, and remember to stay still. Okay?" The wolf nodded in response, her paws clenching the arm rests of the chair. "Here we go. One.... Two...."

There was a sudden flash of pain in the lupine's ear, causing her to yelp in surprise as the horse ran the needle through her ear. Caught off guard, it took all of Cassie's willpower to not pull away from him, her teeth clenched in a grimace of shock and pain. After a long moment, she felt the needle being withdrawn, and heard Clyde swear softly under his breath. The cold cotton ball soaked in alcohol returned to the wound, and the wolf groaned softly as Clyde applied pressure to the tender tissue.

"Okay, well, I nicked a blood vessel. It's not bad, but it's gonna bleed for a minute.". Only then did the stallion look down at his client's face. It was her eyes that keyed him in to the fact that this wasn't his average after-hours appointment.

Cassie's amber eyes were glazed with a look of sheer ecstasy, and the wolf let out a soft, needy whimper as he squeezed the wound in her ear to stop the bleeding. She had begun to pant again, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. The lupine's mind was a fog of lust, the searing ache in her ear sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

Clyde watched her reaction with a raised brow, a small smile spreading across his wide face. When the pain had faded to a dull throb, the wolf seemed to return to herself, though a familiar scent now pervaded the small room.

For the third time in less than twenty-four hours, the wolf was absolutely drenched. The lupine whimpered softly as Clyde regarded her with an amused look.

"Well, now I've got you all figured out, sweetheart." The wolf seemed to shrink in front of his gaze, making him nicker playfully. "I wondered what your deal was, and why you reeked like a bitch in heat this morning when I talked to you. I thought maybe you actually were in heat, and had forgotten to take a suppressant. Or maybe that you just really liked equines.". The Fresian increased the pressure of his fingers holding the damp cotton ball, eliciting a low moan of mixed agony and ecstasy from the lupine.

"Seems that you like pain, huh? Well, that makes this more interesting.". The wolf looked up at him pleadingly, all shame gone from her thoughts. All she wanted now was for him to hurt her, to make her bleed.

As if reading her mind, the stallion withdrew the cotton ball and threaded a simple silver ring through the hole he had created. Without another word, he took the clippers again.

This time, he was far less gentle. The stud was kind-natured, but he could be rough when the mood arose. It was safe to say that, at this point, the mood wasn't the only thing rising for the stallion. The equine roughly pushed Cassie's head to the side, one fingernail pushing against the fresh piercing, and proceeded to trim her fur in an inch wide line down the leading edge of her ear.

Clyde quickly sanitized the needle, and laid out two more silver rings identical to the first he had already placed in Cassie's ear. The horse lowered the needle til the sharp tip was resting against her skin.

"Do you want more, sweetheart?"

Cassie let out a low whine as she responded. "Please! Make it hurt!". With that, Clyde pushed the needle through the thin, sensitive skin. This time, Cassie made no effort to silence or restrain herself. The wolf let out a long, loud moan that most males would've associated with a female being bred hard in the throes of a deep heat cycle. The sound was enough to make Clyde's cock twitch and strain against his pants, but he wasn't done with this unassuming little wolfess yet.

He withdrew the needle and pressed a fresh cotton ball against the new wound, watching her soak herself as he did so. By now, her scent was thick and cloying, covering the room like a fog of desire. The stallion ran one latex clad finger over Cassie's ear, a smear of fresh blood sticking to the glove. He put the finger in front of the lupine's nostrils, watching them flare as she sucked in the coppery scent of her own blood.

The equine chuckled as Cassie inhaled deeper and deeper, filling her nose with the smell. When he finally withdrew his hand, her nose followed it like a pup seeking it's mother's nipple. The stallion threaded the second ring into Cassie's bloodied ear, cleaned his instrument, and moved up to the tip of her ear. Usually, he would use a new needle at this point, as they sometimes dulled after a couple of uses, but this was a special case. He was sure the wolf wouldn't mind in the slightest if this third piercing hurt more than usual.

With no warning, the stud forced the instrument through Cassie's ear a third time. It was, indeed, dull, and took more effort to push in. The lower half of the lupine's body bucked, her legs spreading and releasing another wave of her desperate scent into the air, though her head remained obediently still as he worked. A third ring soon joined the other two, and Clyde ran a finger across all three, admiring his work before he quickly and roughly scrubbed the wolf's ear clean of blood.

Meanwhile, Cassie was lost in a dream-like world of pain wrapped bliss, the smells of arousal and fresh blood serving to deepen her euphoria. She let out a series of needy whimpers as the stud scrubbed the half-dried blood off of her ear. Though she couldn't say that she was dwelling fully in reality at the moment, she was aware of just how wet she was, and the wolf registered a faint sense of amazement that Clyde was, as of yet, keeping his wits about him with so many female pheromones hanging in the air.

Suddenly, she felt a hot breath in her unpierced ear, and the stallion's soft voice rumbled through the haze of pain and ecstasy she had wrapped herself in.

"Would my little pain-slut like some more?"

Cassie's own voice answered, though, to her, it sounded as if it was echoing down a long, empty hallway. "Please! More! Make me hurt! Make me bleed!". The lupine was rewarded with a soft chuckle from the horse, and, a moment later, she heard the hum of the trimmer again as Clyde prepped her ear. She looked up at him, a look of strange adoration in her eyes. It was enough to make the stud a little uncomfortable, though he would've been lying if he had said he didn't like it.

The Fresian finished prepping, and swapped out the dull needle he had used earlier for a fresh one. At this point, he was having to hunch over at the waist to keep the massive bulge in his pants from getting in the way of his work. To be honest, Cassie's thick, heavy aroma had him working in a bit of a daze, though he was more than coordinated enough to continue.

The stallion lined the fresh needle up, making sure to match the distance of the first piercing he had done in Cassie's finished ear, and then ran the needle through the soft, delicate skin. He almost fumbled the metal instrument as his lust-addled client let out a literal howl of pleasure. Clyde once again stifled the bleeding and threaded the ring through the tender flesh before moving on to the next site.

Cassie was panting hard and fast, as if she had run a marathon, and the equine had the passing worry that she might hyperventilate and pass out on him. The thought was fleeting though, and as it crossed his mind, the wolf suddenly threw her arm around his neck and pulled him down into a hard, passionate kiss, her tongue roaming his mouth wantonly. He was shocked by the action, but didn't resist her. His shaft stiffened further, and a wet spot of pre began to show in the front of his pants.

Clyde broke away from the kiss and realigned the needle. He looked down into Cassie's amber eyes as he forced it through her ear, watching as her muzzle opened in a low groan, her eyes glazing over momentarily, and then clearing. There was a feral glint deep in those amber pools, one that made his heart race excitedly, thumping against his ribcage with a fierce, staccato rhythm.

In another moment, the wolf now had five silver rings adorning her ears, the soft skin inflamed and angry from so many passes with the needle. Clyde moved on to the last, his chest heaving with almost as much excitement as Cassie was feeling. The needle, dulled once again by use, slid through Cassie's ear for the last time, making the wolf shake violently with euphoric lust. As Clyde threaded the last ring through her ear, Cassie nuzzled against his shoulder. It was clear the lupine wanted more, and the stud was more than willing to oblige her.

As much as Clyde wanted to hilt his thick shaft in her wet, needy cunt, he drew just as much enjoyment from watching the wolf's reactions as he decorated her beautiful body.

The stallion let his client rest a moment, her panting slowing to a more sedate pace as he cleaned her ear, this time more gently. As soon as he could see that she was coherent, he leaned in and ran a hand down her body. The lupine shuddered eagerly at his touch.

"Would my little slut like another round?". Cassie gave a slow nod, pushing her body against his hand. "I thought so. I wouldn't dream of putting anything through that pretty little nose of yours, but...". The Fresian's hand rested on her chest, gently kneading her breasts through her shirt and bra. "There's other things I'd love to decorate for you.". Cassie pushed her breast into Clyde's roaming hand, murring softly.

"Do it, and then I'll pay you for your help.". There was a coy, seductive look in the lupine's eyes as the stallion slid a hand under her shirt, pushing the thin garment up over her pert little breasts. Cassie stretched her arms behind her and undid the velcro strap holding her bra in place, and let it fall to the floor.

Clyde nickered softly in appreciation of her lithe body, his hands finding her erect nipples and pinching them lightly, drawing a gasp of pleasure from the wolf. The horse rolled the tips of her nipples between his latex-clad fingers, feeling them harden under his attentions. "If you thought doing your ears hurt, these are gonna be twice as painful.". The words were music to the lupine's ears, and she moaned in anticipation. The seat of the leather chair under her was already slick with her sweet honey, and she knew more was yet to come.

Clyde stepped back, stripping off the latex gloves and swapping them for a fresh pair. Cassie could now see the impressive bulge in his pants, and she murred appreciatively. The stallion picked out a new needle and a pair of rings that perfectly matched the ones he had placed in the lupine's ears.

Cassie gasped as she felt cold alcohol being swabbed across her hard nipples, the sensation making her squirm with erotic anticipation. She looked down her body, watching as Clyde took her left breast in his strong hand, squeezing the soft, supple flesh just hard enough to make it ache longingly. The stallion brought the thin needle close to the tip of Cassie's nipple, letting it rest against the skin for a long moment.

The lupine was panting with excitement as she watched and waited for the horse to make his move. It came an instant later, a feral scream of pain and lust bursting from Cassie's muzzle as she watched the needle slide through the sensitive, erect tip of her nipple. The wolf's blunt claws dug into the armrests of the chair, leaving divots in the soft leather. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the scene, even as they watered with the exquisite, searing pain of what she was witnessing.

A thick bead of blood formed at the exit side of the neat little hole Clyde had created as he withdrew the needle, leaving a pink streak in Cassie's fur as it rolled down her breast, settling into her cleavage. The horse stopped the bleeding quickly and efficiently, enveloping the wound with a wet cotton ball and rolling her abused nipple between his fingertips.

The equine produced the first of the two rings, and opened it. With Cassie watching excitedly, he slid it deftly through the narrow wound and snapped it closed. The wolf couldn't help bringing her paw up and running it across the piece of jewelry, whimpering softly at the ache the movement produced.

Clyde moved to his client's other side, sterilized his needle, and began preparing the wolf's right nipple to receive the same treatment as her left. Cassie's gaze shifted to watch him work, her eyes half lidded and glazed with eager lust. She watched as the needle descended, as if in slow motion, and slid through the little knot of hard, sensitive skin at the tip of her breast. A long, low moan filled the air as she tipped her head back, exalting in the experience.

She felt the stabbing, burning pain in her breast fade to a dull ache, and then gasped as she felt the cold metal ring sliding home. Cassie raised her head and examined her body, loving how the silver rings glinted against her white fur in the light.

Clyde stepped back, absently rubbing his hard member through his pants. The aroma of Cassie's primal need was finally getting to him, and he struggled to keep a clear head as he quickly cleaned up his tools, sliding the rolling caddy into the corner of the room. He turned back to face his client, and his heart jumped into his throat, his hungry cock twitching inside it's cloth prison.

Cassie had pulled her body up higher in the chair, her knees raised and spread wide. Under her now soaked skirt, he could see, for the first time, that her eager slit was fully exposed to him. One of her white furred paws had made its way down to her hot, wet tunnel, her fingertips sliding across her pussy lips slowly and sensually. Her other paw had found her right breast, and was eagerly toying with her new ring, the inflamed flesh burning hot under her touch. The wolf's eyes were half shut, and looking at him with an almost predatory gaze full of sheer, unashamed lust and need.

The stud finally let his willpower drain away, letting her sweet scent invade his mind and body. He felt his hand unzipping his pants as if it was operating of its own accord, and he finally freed his cock from it's cage, the full length standing to attention. The stallion was rewarded with a murr of anticipation from Cassie as his pants hit the floor. He kicked them roughly into the corner of the room, his hands landing against Cassie's calves and slowly tracing their way up her legs, across the soft, wet fur on the insides of her thighs, and finally to the entrance of her eager sex.

The stallion groaned softly as his fingers explored her, making her whimper and whine like a starved puppy. He traced the outside of her engorged lips and let out a rumbling chuckle.

"You're all nice and loose for me, sweetheart. You have another stallion on campus that got to go for a ride today?"

Despite her lust, the wolf found herself blushing. "No... Talking to you this morning got me so worked up.... You'd be amazed how far I can get my paw up in there.". Clyde nickered playfully in response.

"What a sweet little slut you turned out to be. By the time I'm done with that pretty little pussy, it'll look like it should be attached to a brood mare and not to a pretty little wolf."

Cassie giggled ecstatically, raising her tail end off the chair and withdrawing her own paw from her cunt. She watched as the stallion lined his thick, hot shaft up with her gaped, needy pussy. An instant later, she felt his partially flared head spreading her sore lips wide open.

A squeal of pleasure and aching pain erupted from her muzzle as Clyde forced his way into her, hilting her in one long motion. The wolf could feel him throbbing and pulsing deep inside her, shoving the depths of her hot passage wide open without remorse. The equine's heavy balls pressed against her thighs as he rested a moment, letting his cock head flare out completely inside her.

"I'm gonna ruin this pretty little cunt of yours. After tonight, stallions will be the only thing you'll ever want.". The wolf could only moan in response as she felt her walls being pushed open wider as his flare opened completely. Clyde's hands roamed up her body, settling on her sore nipples and tweaking them both simultaneously. Cassie's body responded instantly, her back arching and pushing her tail end tighter against him with a gasp of pleasure.

Her paws shaking, Cassie took one of the stallion's tattooed wrists and pulled his hand higher, guiding his fingers into position around her throat. The equine knew what she intended him to do, and he obliged, closing his hand around her silken-furred neck.

As Clyde began to slowly cut off the lupine's air supply, he pulled his cock back past her entrance, letting his wide, flared head slide out of her with a wet "pop". Without waiting, he immediately rammed his full length back into those warm, velvety depths. Cassie's muzzle opened to air a howl of ecstasy, only to have the cry cut painfully short by the increasing pressure on her throat. She gurgled helplessly as the stud adopted a hard, fast tempo, his massive cock slamming in and out of Cassie's wet, sloppy sex.

The stud could feel his partner's walls clenching around his member, as well as the muscles in her throat spasming under his hand as the lupine struggled to draw breath. He could see fear mixed into the lust in her amber eyes, and her body was beginning to panic from the lack of oxygen. Her paws wrapped around his, pulling at his wrist in vain. He could tell she was on the verge of passing out, and her body jerked and twitched pleasantly around his shaft as he continued to breed her hard and rough.

Just as the light began to fade from the lupine's eyes, Clyde released her throat. The wolf sucked in a massive gasp of air, shaking violently. She bucked against his hard thrusts, sinking his stallion-hood deeper and deeper into her hot sex. The wolf felt the darkness of unconsciousness fade from the edges of her vision, and she vocalized a single word, her voice raspy from the stud's rough choking.

"Again!"

Clyde allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction as his hand found its way back to her throat, his relentless pounding of her gaping slit never slowing in the least. The lupine's eyes rolled in ecstasy as his hand closed on her throat a second time. The horse felt the now familiar spasms around his length as her air was suddenly stolen, cut off by his strong grip.

Though Cassie's eyes stayed open, all she could see was bright swirls of light, and stars seeming to burst in her vision. The room around her was gone, and the lupine found herself wrapped in the sensations of what was happening; the aching pain in her ears and breasts, the stinging fullness of the stallion's thick cock inside her coupled with the emptiness of its absence in between thrusts, the painful pressure on her throat.

The lupine was vaguely aware that she was fighting back against the stallion's choking grip, her blunt claws raking his arm and her legs thrashing, but she seemed to be separate from it all, riding the wave-like motion of her lover using her body.

As Cassie's thrashing intensified, Clyde could feel himself getting close to his climax. The more the wolf struggled, the closer it pushed him to the edge. The equine gritted his teeth, holding back for the right moment. He was purposely taking the wolf deeper into her oxygen deprived state this time, letting her struggles get weaker and weaker. He watched her face slowly start to go slack, her spasms reduced to quivers as she faded.

Suddenly, he released her and her lungs filled with sweet air, filling her to the brim with the musky, sour-sweet scent of their coupling. The wolf's eyes shot open wide as she bucked against him, a hoarse scream erupting from her abused throat as she found herself in the throes of a mind-shatteringly intense orgasm. The stud hilted in her as deep as he could, letting out a bray of triumph as her whole body latched down on his cock, squeezing a massive load of horse seed from his shaft.

As their mutual orgasms faded, leaving them both feeling exhausted and fuzzy around the edges, the stud slid his thick, half-flaccid cock out of his new mate. As soon as his flared head cleared her pussy lips, a gush of their mixed fluids poured out of the gaping maw of her formerly tight slit and pooled on the seat of the chair.

Cassie let out a soft, whimpering murr as she raised her head to examine her well-used cunt. She blushed a little as she registered that it did, indeed, look like an organ that belonged on a brood mare rather than on her petite frame, just as Clyde had promised.

Clyde leaned down and nuzzled her gently, wrapping a strong arm around her. Cassie rested her head in the hollow of his neck, feeling exhausted and fulfilled. The equine slid his other arm under her semi-limp frame and lifted her out of the chair with a smooth, easy motion. He would have to come in early in the morning to try and clean up before his boss arrived, but that was far from his mind at the moment. All he cared about was the soft creature he had wrapped in his strong arms.

Cassie cracked one eye open and looked up at the big Fresian with adoration and love in her eyes. Her voice came out hoarse and crackly as she spoke. "Thank you."

The stallion chuckled, the rumbling sound vibrating through Cassie's body. "You don't need to thank me for anything, sweetheart.". The stud held her easily in the crook of his arm as he used his other hand to fish his pants from the floor and slide them on in an awkward, shuffling motion. "My car is around back. Maybe you should stay with me tonight. You aren't in any state to go back to your dorm. My place is just a few blocks away.". The exhausted wolf gave him a soft murr of consent, her eyes struggling to stay open.

Clyde carried her to his car, laying her ever so gently across the back seats, and then returned to the building and locked up. As he slid into the driver's seat and pulled out of the rear parking lot of the shop, he reached a hand into the backseat, resting it against the wolf's sleeping face.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart.". He felt one of her paws wrap around his as they drove away together.