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"So," said the tom. "One of the basic methods of assertiveness training is the broken or stuck record technique."

Abigail the otter's toes splayed as she pushed herself up the leather seat. Her round ass squeaked against the upholstery. "Stu-Stuck record?"

The cat, with his eyebrow arched, nodded. "Yep. Stuck record. Essentially, if you want to make it clear to the other party that you want something, you repeat the same message over and over. That way they can't twist what you're saying into something else." He smirked at the brown otter's chocolate pussy. It was flanked by her spread legs, by thick yet shapely thighs. "OK. Before we start today's assertiveness session, let met get you ready."

"What are you gonna-Oh!" she giggled and twisted her head cutely when the first drop of lube drizzled down her clit, lips and taint. "What's that for?" she asked meekly.

"It's gonna make things feel a lot better. Also, you'll have a bit of liquid protection, 'cause lemme tell you ... This thing's a bit strong, mkay?"

Abigail nodded, the tip of a toe twitching when a huge drop of lube detached from the tip of her clit to zip down her pussy lips. "OK."

"Attagirl." The cat plugged the huge-ass wand vibrator into the outlet under the seat. "When today's session is over, you're going to be able to look people in the eye and tell them what you want." Without warning, and prompting a cute startled gasp out of Abigail, the massager's body rattled for a couple of seconds as it revved up to its nominal frequency. "We modded it. This baby's hilariously overpowered."

"Is it gonna hurt?" asked the otter. "It sounds so loud." Abigail's round ears flicked.

"Quite the opposite. Why don't you tell me?" The cat wedged the vibrator into Abigail's glistening pussy lips; the rubber head, half-buried in the otter's sex, dampened its vibrations.

Her webbed toes spread in surprise pleasure. "Mmmm, that feels real good," she whispered, a coy smile playing across her lips.

"No need to be Ms. Bashful, Abigail," said the cat, flicking his wrist, teasing the otter girl's clit for a tantalizingly ephemeral split second.

Abigail's tits bounced as her breath froze. "No, please," she murmured, the leather braying under her clenching ass.

"No, please what?" he asked, circling her nub. "Is there something you want, Abigail?" His chin jutted out, and he locked eyes with the shy, red-faced mustelid.

Abigail licked her lips and gyrated her hips. "I dunno if I can say it," she said in that sweet voice of hers. "It's embarrassing."

"Well, you aren't getting it till you say it. Lemme help," he said. Out of the frying pan into the fire, the cat mercifully stopped the circling but began tapping her clit with the supercharged massager.

Abigail's eyes bulged. "Oh, no, no, no, please!" she squeaked. Her thrusting butt wafted the smell of her sex into the room till the whole basement was marked with the sweet musk of her horniness.

"Please what?" he asked.

The otter's nipples throbbed with each pat. "Oh, shit!" she squealed. "You know!"

"You gotta ask for it. Come on," he said, keeping up the relentless tapping. "Look at me and tell me--what do you want, Abigail?"

With her eyebrows pulled together, Abigail spoke. "I-I can't say it! Please, it's embarrassing!" The otter's body quaked with each touch. Tap, tap, tap ...

"Abigail, I have all day, and you are not getting what you want without toughening up and letting me hear it." Tap, tap, tap ...

"Oh, no, please, I can't say it, it's so embarrassing!" She clamped her eyes shut and grimaced. Tap, tap, tap ...

"Nothing embarrassing about asking for what you really want, Abigail. Come on, out with it." Tap, tap, tap ...

The otter girl's cute head shuddered in frustration. "You know what I want! Please, I'm begging you!" Tap, tap, tap ...

"Not a chance, cutie. You want something? You ask for it." Tap, tap, tap ...

"OK, fine!" snapped Abigail. "Stop that and just hold it on me!" Tap, tap, tap ...

"Stop what and hold what on you, Abigail?" asked the cat as he drummed his toe claws on the floor in amusement. Tap, tap, tap ...

Abigail braced herself, her toes curling up hard, her finger claws digging into the upholstery of the backrest. "STOP TAPPING AND HOLD THAT GODDAMN VIBRATOR ON MY CLIT!" Tap, tap, tap ...

"Good girl, Abigail. One more time. Remember: you're a broken record, say it--" Tap, tap, tap ...

"STOP TAPPING!" yelled Abigail before the cat could finish talking. "HOLD THAT FUCKING VIBRATOR ON MY CLIT!" Tap, tap, tap ...

"One more time, Abigail." Tap, tap, tap ...

"STOP. FUCKING. TAPPING," screeched the otter, at her wits' end, face flushed crimson, toes gnarling and curling as much as the webbing between her claw-tipped digits allowed. "HOLD IT ON MY CLIT. HOLD IT ON. MY. GODDAMN. CLIT!"

"You did great, Abigail," said the cat, steading his paw to hold the thrumming massager on her sweet spot. "Now let all your stress out, cutie."

"Yes, yes, YES!" Abigail, finally seconds away from orgasm, gasped and pulled in deep breaths. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Weightlessness and fluttering butterflies deep in her tummy competed. Her worries vanished--she couldn't care less if the bank approved her loan, or if that old flame didn't answer her social media friend request.

With the wand vibrator whirring away against her clit, Abigail's pleasure peaked. She groaned deep as her clenching pussy muscles forced a few drops of her juices out with enough force to land a foot away in dark round splotches, her chocolate nipples throbbing in unison with her sex. At the tail end of the throes of climax, Abigail bucked and hyperventilated, and, as her brown lips squeezed up one last time, she gasped and squirted a clear stream, coating the vibrator's head.

"My, Abigail," said the cat, clicking the vibrator off with a razor-sharp claw. "You made quite a mess."

The otter girl's tummy went up and down as she took much-needed breaths. "Sorry," she said breathlessly.

"Nope. No apologizing. You're a rock star, Abigail. You asked for something, something that you deserved, and you earned it. Isn't life better like this? To recognize what is genuinely our right and to fight to get it rather than passively forgetting about it?"

Abigail smiled wide and dipped her chin down. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she said in a hushed voice that almost sounded like it was stuck in her voice box. Her toes splayed and curled as she pushed her way up the leather chair to get back into a comfortable position.

"Of course I'm right," said the cat, glancing at her feet. "And I'll tell you what." He dropped the massager on the ground. "Why don't you show up here again next week? You're responding real well to this."

"I'd like that," she said, lifting her head to make eye contact.

"All right! Lemme get my planner," he said, not before stopping in front of the foot of the seat and playfully scrabbling the tips of his claws up and down the gray bottoms of her paws.

Abigail burst into loud ticklish laughter. "Hey! Hahahaha!"

"Sorry," said the cat with a smirk. "Such cute webbed feet? Who can resist?" He turned to power walk towards the desk drawer where he kept his planner.

"You're a crafty kitty," she said in a delicate voice, pointing her big toe at him.