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**Life's a Bitch

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

Kaliya sighed heavily as she was finally allowed to log out for the night. The vibrancy of the game faded through mist to the character select screen, and she passed through to the rig's customized game selection environment. She expected that Charlene and Shodan would be surprised at what she'd set up; most people probably thought she had a sex dungeon or a kennel or something, all things considered. That wasn't the case at all. Or, not quite the case.

It was more of... a grooming salon. While she played a lupe in the game, her IRL breed was border collie. Only the gator herm knew that, though Foo Foo might also be aware. Her wolf character was patterned closely to her real appearance, though there were some large differences. Particularly on her chest. The avatar had some serious cahungas, tig ole bitties, ginormous knockers. They were almost absurdly large, though she'd managed to restrain herself on that point. It was also far more shapely than herself, with nicely flared hips and slim shoulders and a naturally sexy sway to its walk cycle. In the game selection screen, though, she was herself as scanned in by the simsuit. A little over five feet tall, rather broad shoulders and slim hips, not much ass to speak of, her breasts barely bumps on her chest despite hormone therapy, and a pussy that matched her avatar's feral-style genitals.

What little she had that was feminine about her was due to surgery and medication, though she was trying her hardest to save up for full genetic conversion. She knew that many transgender individuals got help from their parents these days, from government support, or from friends. The problem was that her parents had disowned her, she didn't qualify for any government assistance in her home state, and she was too shy and insecure in the real world to make any friends. Her life was lived online, and that was the way she liked it. People were more real online, more themselves, more upfront about what they wanted from you and how they were going to treat you. They didn't hide malevolent motives behind a facade of caring or pretend that they liked you for more than what you could do for or give them.

Of course, the stresses of the real world, gaming, and her work were why she had the grooming salon. It was filled with feral canines, altered from a game where you were supposed to care for the canines to allow her to take the place of one. It always loaded her in with her owner, originally a copy of herself but now altered into an image of Charlene, holding her leash as she was walked in through the front door. Kaliya was led to the check-in desk, and had her options from there: menu settings via the pamphlets, gaming via the doggy daycare advertisement, logging on for her secondary source of income in the breeding kennels, or pampering and relaxation by having her owner engage the cashier behind the desk. Having just spent eight hours being repeatedly knot-fucked by gigantic wolves in the game, she was very tired and sore, so she opted for a bit of pampering with a full-service grooming.

Her leash was handed off to the groomer behind the counter, and she padded after the woman on all fours then was lifted up onto a grooming table. The feline npc purred and cooed and ruffled her cheeks and petted over her for a minute or two, making her comfortable and relaxed before starting to brush out her fur, which was equally enjoyable. It was just a shame that the latex coverall couldn't actually brush her fur, though the neural interface made sure that she felt the tines of the brush stroking against her skin and tugging at the strands. She obeyed the groomer's gentle nudges as her coat was stroked out across the whole of her body, then stood patiently while scissors were used to clean it up. Then came the bath, with the groomer gently kneading the shampoo into her fur and massaging at her all the while, followed by the rinse and drying cycle, concluding with a nice, soft bed of towels to lie on.

She left her personal avatar there to return to the real world, her nose filling with the scent of stale breath and musk. She was enclosed in the suit for about half of any given day, sometimes longer when Charlene punished her or whored her out, so she'd made sure to get the top-of-the-line model, but even that had only so much that could be done to keep it physically comfortable for prolonged periods. Thankfully, the neural interface overrode most of the actual input she was receiving, aside from those provided by the Simu-Real(TM) attachments.

She always felt a little numb coming back into her real body, and she clumsily unlatched the helmet to pull it off and take in a few deep breaths of fresh air. Then she began disengaging herself from the various attachments before slipping out of the supportive chair. Last came peeling herself out of the tight, clinging suit, which she turned inside out and hung in its sanitation cabinet. She added the Simu-Real(TM) attachments into the cabinet, then turned on its cycle before going to take an actual shower. Along with the simulated massage, the high-pressure hot water relaxed her. She made sure to give herself a quick finger-combing then brushed herself out properly in the drying booth. Afterwards, she made herself some instant noodles with chopped up bits of hotdog and sat on her bed, snuggled in a robe, while she ate and chilled out to reruns of a cartoon she'd liked growing up.

It was a remake, but it was a brilliantly done one, dealing with trauma and recovery, gaslighting and getting over it, and various things like that. After she'd finished her noodles, she found herself fingering the permanently sealed metal collar that encircled her neck, a "gift" from Charlene. Well, thinking of it that way made it sound malicious, and it hadn't been. For the alligator, it was all part of the game, part of the fun, adding a little spice by introducing real-life consequences for in-game actions. By making Charlene user operator on her avatar, she'd essentially enslaved herself to the herm, and she had been given a choice on making it real outside of the game as well. She had agreed, and her mistress had paid for it. She'd also been told that if she wanted the collar removed, that would be paid for as well. She didn't think she'd be doing that, though. At least not any time soon. Especially considering that she'd been invited to visit. It was happening in just under a week, her flight paid, a hotel room booked in case she wanted to spend time away from the rabbit and gator, and she was honestly looking forward to it. Not so much seeing Foo Foo, but definitely seeing Charlene.

The rabbit was... a brat, put simply. She'd tricked Kaliya into accepting in-game items that were permanent modifications to the character and that she didn't have funds to pay to remove: an "eternal torment clit cuff" that made arousal feel like a thousand needles were jabbing into her sensitive bud and a pair of nipple piercings that manipulated pain and pleasure input. The game and her place in it had become a good bit less fun since then, though getting knotted by the beasts was still enjoyable in itself. It had taken her a while to tell Charlene, partly because she felt bad about telling on the bunny but also because she tended to feel like she deserved the punishment, except not from Foo Foo; the bunny didn't do it out of anything other than malicious glee and had caused the game to ban Kaliya for a full two days due to health risks caused by the items. When she'd finally been able to log back in, Foo Foo had turned down the pain sensitivity and upped the pleasure slightly then begged the canine not to snitch, and she was pretty sure that the begging had only occurred because Kaliya made it very obvious how upset she was over the temp ban. She made money off of selling recordings of her encounters, and two days of lost profits wasn't a small chunk of change.

After she'd told Charlene, though, she'd found her account credited, courtesy of Foo Foo, and a pair of modification removal kits in her avatar's inventory. She had taken off the clit cuff but left the nipple rings attached; Charlene made much nicer use of them, ensuring that her encounters were pleasantly painful instead of painful with an edge of pleasure. She was also staring to actually consider the gator's offer to come stay with them, though she would save any final decisions until after at least two visits. If she were going to live with anyone she knew in the game, she would honestly prefer Shodan and April. They seemed... quieter. It wasn't that she thought Charlene wouldn't treat her well, she just thought that the rabbit might be annoying. She also felt that she might be able to help the squirrel a bit with recovery from her traumatic experience. Kaliya knew a little about trauma and what it took to get over that considering that she'd been genetically engineered to be the perfect son and become a despised and disowned daughter.

Then her phone bleeped, and she checked her messages.

Got him, and handled. Visit's still on if you're still game for it, sweetheart. It had been somewhat of a question if the trip would still occur while they were hunting down the person who had hurt the squirrel, not wanting her to become involved just in case things went sideways. She was surprised at the powerful wave of relief that washed over her with it confirmed that she would be going. She sent back, Looking forward to seeing you irl.

Kaliya switched the tv to play recordings of herself, some of her favorite sexual experiences with the alligator, and slid a hand beneath her robe to tease at her teardrop vulva, lightly teasing the bud of her clit. She could just imagine what her mistress would do to her, make her feel, and it made her extremely excited, at least as excited as it made her nervous. She was really looking forward to it.

"You okay there, pup?" the gator inquired, concern obvious in both her voice and expression. "You're awful quiet, hun. Not that I'm pushin' ya, but I just wanna make sure yer not havin' second thoughts 'bout comin' out here. We can head ta tha hotel first instead, if'n ya want. I know the flight was stressful."

Kaliya turned away from the window, tucking her ears in shame while she fingered the metal wrapped around her throat. "Sorry. Just... lost in my own head. I didn't mean to upset you. What'd you wanna talk about?"

Charlene swivelled the driver's seat around and slid into the wider back seat, patting the space beside her. Kaliya considered it for a moment before doing the same, snuggling against the reptile's side. A strong, firm arm wrapped around her waist, while thick fingers scratched beneath her chin, and she laid her head on the large herm's shoulder with a soft, happy murr. It sent amazing waves of joy through her to have such nice touches, something she was severely lacking in her normal life. She hadn't realized quite how much that mattered until she'd been wrapped up in an enormous hug after reaching the baggage claim and found herself clinging tightly to the gator. She could easily have just snuggled endlessly, enjoying the sensations and maybe reading a book on her phone, though she was certain that Charlene would get bored with that pretty quickly. So she just enjoyed it while she could, the car driving them towards her mistress's apartment and whatever might happen there.

"We don't have to talk, hunny," Charlene reassured her. "I'm not upset; just a little worried is all. You doin' alright?" The dog just let out a soft affirmative murr, nodding slightly and nestling in further. The scratches moved around to stroke at her cheeks then down to caress her throat, making her squirm with pleasure. "Alright, then, we can just stay like this. Just lemme know if there's anythin' I can do ta make ya feel better."

"Not feeling bad. Just... enjoying. Not having second thoughts. We can talk if you want. I don't mean to worry you."

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll be quiet, then."

And she was, but she kept up the petting with gentle scratches and tender strokes, and Kaliya was starting to fight against sleepiness by the time that the car came to a halt. She got herself out of the car and had a good stretch, yawning widely and trying to wake herself back up, then gave herself a full-body shake that had her ears flapping and tail flipping about, tossing her skirt. She finished to find Charlene had retrieved her day-bag from the trunk and was grinning at her. She cocked her head to one side, with an ear perked, and let out an inquisitive murf, which set the gator to laughing.

"You're just too damn cute, y'know that?"

Kaliya blushed furiously, twisting her hands at the hem of her skirt with her ears and tail tucked. She had no idea how to respond to that. Charlene chuckled again, then gestured for her to come along and headed up the stairs. The canine followed, tracing fingers along her collar once more. Now that she was here, her nervousness was rising once more, particularly knowing that the rabbit would be there as well. She wasn't looking forward to meeting Foo Foo all that much, and she hoped that Charlene would let her have alone time with just the gator as much as possible. Of course, Felicia could be different in real life than the Foo Foo she behaved as online. Kaliya somehow doubted that to be the case, though.

When the gator opened the door, the border collie's ears perked at hearing a swift, rhythmic slapping sound accompanied by soft squeaks and squeals and the occasional harsh clap. She hesitated before entering and glanced around curiously at the interior. It was surprisingly normal, at least until she minced her way to the back of the living room and peered into one of the two bedrooms. This was more of what she had expected, with bondage stands setup around the room and implements of punishment and pleasure lining the walls. Foo Foo stood, or more accurately crouched, on one of the stands. It was a large X, with the rabbit's paws strapped in a wide spread, probably about as wide as the tips of her fingers when her arms were stretched to either side. Her arms, were not, however, spread out. They had been tied behind her back and pulled between the upper arms of the bondage cross. She had sunk down so that her weight was supported on her upper arms where they rested in the V of the upper arms and on a steel-shafted pole going up her ass. Her knees were half bent and her face twisted in discomfort, a thick cock gag shoved down her throat. The slapping sounds came from a trio of spanking machines, one of which was front and center with riding crops slapping in quick succession against the rabbit's pussy. The other two were at the bunny's chest level, rubber paddles that spun around, caught against a bar until the tension bent them enough to pull free, then swatted across Foo Foo's breasts on the inner surface, peeling them apart and stretching them as the rubber tugged at flesh and fur before swinging around to catch against the bar once more.

"Thought you might like to see this," Charlene advised. "I know she done more ta ya than just the items while I was busy. She don' understand things quite proper yet, but I'm gonna make damn sure that she does. So, she's been like this for about eight hours at this point. Started out standin', and all she's gotta do is stand back up ta make it stop, but it looks like she's a mite too tired. I think she's startin' ta get that bein' exhausted isn't a cause fer punishment. Got a few other things planned for 'er, if'n ya wanna lend me a hand."

Kaliya was... surprised. And... sort of flattered, maybe? She wasn't quite sure what she was feeling aside from pretty good. Grateful? Grateful seemed about right. She hadn't expected Charlene to dig beyond what she had revealed, and she certainly hadn't expected Foo Foo to be punished for what had been done. She was... curious as to what else might be in store.

"Okay."

Charlene looked at her for a few seconds, as if expecting more, then nodded and picked up a small box that sat behind the bondage cross, handing it to her. "Check this out while I shut these things down. We'll need 'em outta tha way."

The border collie examined the small box, a bit larger than the kind rings went inside. It had the XXXpressions logo on it, along with a picture of what looked like some kind of electronics jack or maybe a pen cap. She flipped it over and read the back, here eyes widening as she realized what it was. This was the real thing, and not just a cuff. It said so right on the box. The cuffs were meant to be possible to remove, though painful and difficult. This, on the other hand, was a clit cap. Where the cuff left a little bit of flesh visible past it at the top, which could be grabbed and stretched to remove the cuff, this covered the whole thing, meant to be completely permanent, and it even included some MASTER Glue, an adhesive that fused things at the molecular level so that they were inextricably bonded. It also had a built-in heat induction battery, charged by the difference between a person's body temperature and the external environment, that would shock the clit into arousal so as to make it swell within the cap and press against the various hooks and spines lining the interior. She looked up from the package and blinked at Charlene, unsure as to whom the cap was intended for.

The gator was roughly grinding the palm of one hand against the rabbit's much-abused vulva while gently petting a cheek. Foo Foo was busily wheezing through the breathing hole of the cock gag, tears still leaking from slitted eyes. Kaliya could see her trembling all over, especially her legs, and she squirmed in an attempt to lift herself. The dildo bar didn't seem to have any kind of stopper to keep it from going in as far as possible, painfully far, and it seemed like all that was keeping her from being impaled was the fact that her arms were hooked over the cross. Then again, that was probably on purpose; the spanking machines had been positioned such that she wouldn't be hit by them so long as she was standing upright. The thick rod then pinned the rabbit in a perfect position to have her clit and vulva abused by the swiftly spinning crop-spanker. All three spanking machines had been turned off and pulled back now while Charlene comforted the bunny.

"Well, now, sweety, I think you might be gettin' tha point, but you got two more things ya gotta face up to. First off, now that Kaliya's here, she gets ta decide if you need to be punished even more. I'll admit, it's partly my fault that ya got away with so much. I shoulda been payin' more attention, and I shoulda told people ta let me know if'n ya overstepped yer bounds. I thought I could trust ya ta do right by me and my people, but I was wrong on that'n." The gator turned her attention to Kaliya, and Foo Foo did likewise, giving the canine a pleading look. "So, puppy girl, whadda ya think? Has she learned 'er lesson, or does she need a permanent reminder of how ta behave?"

She flattened one ear with the other perked then swapped them as she considered, her tail swishing towards the up ear as she thought for several long moments. It was very tempting, but... "I don't... I don't wanna get on her bad side..."

"Don'chu worry none about that, hunny. She's got a lot more comin' to 'er. This is just yers, and I'll be doin' all tha punishin'. She's been a bad bun, and I gotta set 'er straight."

Kaliya thought a moment longer before holding out the box. "Okay then. Yes."

The gator grinned in a decidedly predatory manner, a rather scary kind of grin, and the dog was glad that it wasn't meant for her. She crouched beside Charlene as the box was opened and the components extracted. There was a needle-thin rod with a small corkscrew at the end, the tiny clit cap, a dropper filled with the molecular adhesive, and a pair of tweezers. The gator read over the instructions, then used the tweezers to capture Foo Foo's clit and stretch it out of the hood. She had the canine hold the tweezers while she used the corkscrew to dig into the tip of the pinched and swollen bud. That made the rabbit squirm, but she was too weak to do much more than slightly swivel her hips, and the dildo up her ass helped keep her in place. The small handle of the corkscrew was removed and the clit-cap was slid onto the thin rod, then the handle was replaced. Charlene pulled on it to stretch the rabbit's clit so far that it looked like it would rip right out, but she seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to use. The dropper of MASTER Glue was applied to the distended flesh, then the cap was slid down to cover it, and the corkscrew was twisted free. The bunny's clit pulled back into its hood with the metal tip of the cap still showing, and Foo Foo twisted and bucked and thrashed her head in obvious pain from the hooks and spines that dug into the nerve bundle, but she couldn't escape it. It was permanently, irrevocably attached, hiding away her clit and preventing it from ever providing any pleasure again.

Yet, still, Kaliya saw the rabbit's tunnel entrance clench and spasm, hips twitching against the bar in her ass, knees attempting to squeeze closed. Either she was cumming, or she was in far more pain than Kaliya had thought, maybe even as much pain as the cuff and maxed pain sensitivity nipple ring had caused. With a slight scowl, she reached out a finger to flick her nail against the cap and saw the rabbit hump even more, though the breathing tube let out a prolonged squeal as well.

"Well, that settles that," Charlene said, giving the dog a gentle pat on the head. "Now, last thing. She done laid my clutch, so don' worry about hurtin' the young 'uns. We got one last bit 'o gear ta use, if ya think she deserves it."

The alligator produced a second box, this one sized for a dildo. Inside was... something like a dildo but it made Kaliya lay her ears back and whimper when Charlene read the instructions out loud. It looked like a chastity belt with a dildo attached, but it was far more than that. Limited-life nanites were housed within a latex fluid inside the shaft and would expel into whatever orifice it was inserted into when activated. It was specifically designed for vaginal use, but it could be used orally or analy if desired, with a warning that such use should be for a limited time only due to possible complications, and the company wouldn't be held liable for any misuse leading to injury or death. The nanites would then manipulate the latex to coat every internal surface, putting an insensate layer between the flesh and anything else that went inside after it had set. The instructions warned that the nanites only had a seven-day lifetime, so the chastity belt needed to be reinserted and reactivated to gather them up before then, or a removal cartridge would need to be ordered. In short, it would coat the inside of the vaginal canal and prevent it from feeling anything more than pressure as the inner walls were spread though it would allow moisture to pass through, including both vaginal secretions and semen. It was a form of chastity that would ensure the victim found little enjoyment but could still provide pleasure to any partner and be impregnated as well.

"I'm puttin' this in 'er and turnin' it on. You're here for a week, puppy girl, so you can decide before you leave if she gets to have it out. Meanwhile, we're free to fuck 'er as hard and as often as we want to. I intend on makin' sure she cain't walk for tha whole week yer here. If'n ya decide ta leave it in, it'll stay there 'til tha next time ya visit. And if'n ya'll decide not ta visit again, well, I guess it'll be permanent, and that's my decision, not yours. If she's gonna go and make things not-fun for other people, then she's gonna get her own fun taken away."

Foo Foo was shaking her head vigorously, but Charlene strapped the device on anyways and activated it. The application was apparently ticklish more than painful, or that's how Kaliya translated the rabbit's squirming and the soft squeaks coming from the cock gag, and then the alligator put the spanking machines back into place. After turning them on, she guided the canine back out into the living room and sat on the couch with the dog snuggled against her side.

Kaliya snuggled in against her mistress, and she wanted to thank the gator, but she wasn't quite sure how to put it into words. So she instead turned to kneel on the couch facing Charlene and nuzzled beneath the reptile's chin, licking and giving soft whines as she stroked at the herm's inner thigh with one hand, slowly working her way towards the gator's groin. Charlene rumbled approvingly and scratched at the back of her neck, but had to ask an unexpected question that brought Kaliya to a frozen halt.

"Sure ya wanna do that, hun? Don't start nothin' ya ain't gonna finish, now. I'll be mighty disappointed if'n ya leave me blue-balled."

"I... Did... W-wasn't that why you... why you invited me here?"

"Well, sure, if that's what ya wanna do, but we don't have to if'n ya don' want to. I invited ya out 'cause I like ya, hun. I wanted ta meet ya face-ta-face and spend time with ya. If'n you wanna spend some of that time with fuckin', then we can, but I'm not gonna push ya to. I told ya 'fore ya came out. We can just sit and relax, if you want, watch a show, listen ta music, or you can sit and read. Whatever ya wanna do."

"Can... we go to my hotel room? Hearing her in there is... distracting. And... I... I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay with me overnight. If you want to."

"Sure, sweetheart, we can do that. Lemme get a change of clothes."

Less than ten minutes later, they were on the road again, and that was only for a five minute drive. The hotel was close enough to walk between it and Charlene's apartment, but the rest of the canine's luggage was still in the car's trunk, so it was easier to drive. They got her checked in, got her stuff into the room, and Kaliya killed a few minutes unpacking while her mistress looked on. But once her things were put away, she had nothing else to delay things, so she asked the question that had been nagging at her.

"Now... now that you've really met me... I mean, we did a sim meeting, but that's not quite the same. I just... I... D-d-do you... still want me? I know I'm not much, not like my avatar, not really much of a girl... Sorry -"

Kaliya was silenced by a gentle hand closing around her muzzle. "Baby girl, you're a lot of things, but 'not much' ain't one of 'em. If'n y'all thought I was after big boobs or ass or whatever, y'all can take a look at Felicia. 'Course I still want ya, sweety pup. And not just fer sex or anythin' like that."

Kaliya let out a soft whine, tucking her ears back but wagging her tail vigorously. She had no idea how Charlene had managed to figure out so many things about her, seemed to intuitively understand so much and managed to draw Kaliya into admitting things that she had never expected to tell anyone. How her arrogant and dominant personality as a hunter had been more of how she thought she should be, how she thought an alpha should be. How Her mistress had figured out just how to treat her, both in and out of game. The gentle ear scratches didn't hurt either, and when Charlene released the grip on her muzzle, she felt free to speak again and ask the thing that she had both been eagerly wanting and anxiously dreading.

"Can you... can you mark me, then? If you really want me? So that I can smell you on me? So I can be yours?"

"Sure, sweety pup. Of course."

The canine was shy in undressing, turning her back on her mistress as she pulled off her blouse and slid down her skirt and panties, then made her way into the bathroom. The room had a garden tub with hot water jets sunk into the floor in addition to a shower stall, perfect for a luxuriously relaxing bath but also perfect to prevent any kind of mess from accidentally splashing out in this particular instance. It wasn't something that Kaliya... wanted precisely. It was something that she kind of needed rather. It had started with her first boyfriend, back when she'd had a penis, and he had absolutely insisted that she let him mark her. Then he had fucked her until she was painfully raw and dumped her immediately after. She found out later that he did the same to everyone he got with, but that wasn't any comfort. After she'd admitted it to her second boyfriend, he had insisted on marking her as well, and at least once a week. Her third boyfriend had taken it further by forcing her to drink his piss. None of her boyfriends had been nice, but the last had been the worst. He ended up forcing her to mix in his urine with anything she drank along with marking her regularly so that she absolutely stank of him, and it felt like she still did, even two years later. So this was more than just giving herself to Charlene; it was asking Charlene to help her erase that stench, and the gator understood it perfectly well.

When the border collie knelt in the tub and turned around, she was therefore both surprised and unsurprised to find the gator standing at the edge of it, nude and with cock already in hand, waiting. Kaliya forced her hands away from hiding her breasts and genitals, purposefully spread her knees to display herself, and rested her palms against her thighs. Her mistress quirked a brow, and she gulped, then shut her eyes and opened her mouth. Only a few seconds later, the hot, pungent stream washed over her. It splashed against her muzzle and up over the top of her head, though Charlene was thankfully careful not to aim directly into her ears. Then it washed down over her tongue, letting her drink down a few swallows before coating her throat and chest and stomach. Charlene marked her thighs and gave her groin a good few seconds, then clumped down into the tub to rest the tip of her cock against Kaliya's tongue, letting her gulp down the remaining drizzle and lick the tip clean.

"Better, sweety pup?"

Kaliya nodded, then climbed into the drying booth without rinsing herself off. Charlene's urine didn't stink, and it smelled very strongly of her, so the dog wanted it baked into her fur. And once she was dry, she moved over to snuggle in the bed with her mistress, basking in the smell of the herm who had claimed her, and for once not regretting being marked. If there was anyone she didn't mind being fully and completely claimed by, it was her mistress.

The End