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Being guided into the back room of any club was an exciting situation, but Selina's tummy was twisted up in more knots than she could ever recall, and butterflies danced around every single one as she followed the eager tug of a paw; she wasn't allowed to see where she was being taken, courtesy of the blindfold.

She was only promised a good time when she got where she was going, and given the man that was tugging her along, she decided to put her trust in her friend...but trusting her friends had gotten her into all kinds of naughty trouble in the past.

This evening, as far as she assumed, wouldn't be any different.

"You know, the last time we did something like this, I was the one pulling you by the wrist," Selina reminded him; she was sure that Wheeler fully remembered how that particular evening went, but this time, there weren't going to be any toys for Selina to use to her advantage.

Much to the contrary, there was only one toy to be had that evening, and thanks to the blindfold, she had no idea that she was already standing right in front of it.

The click of the door closing and the quiet, but barely audible of Wheeler's snicker sent another jolt of nerves through the feline, but even as her tail bristled and her body quivered, she did all she could to act as though she was calm and confident in the eerie situation.

"Yeah, that...that night didn't really go how I planned," Wheeler admitted, stroking the curve of his own backside to soothe the sting of a memory. "That's why I made sure to plan everything out ahead of time, this time."

"So there's nothing in this room that I can shove up your ass when you decide to act like one?" Selina asked, wearing a cloak of arrogance to hide how concerned she really was about where the wolf had taken her. "Probably a smart move on your part..."

"Wasn't the only smart move I made."

"I suppose keeping the blindfold on me was a good idea...otherwise I'd probably be bending you over to remind you why it's not a good idea to keep me waiting."

Wheeler was grinning from ear to ear at that. "About that..."

Selina's ears twitched, picking up the movement of the wolf and knowing that he was moving around her backside: she didn't mind the fact that he was copping a feel, and she even appreciated how much attention he was paying to the taut, athletic curve of her rump...but when his digits snuck under her skirt, she tried to reach back and slow his approach.

"Just because I'm okay with you touching my butt doesn't mean that I'm okay with you doing it when I don't know who else can see," Selina mentioned, trying to stop the wolf from revealing the slim, white cotton of her panties. "Either lift the blindfold, or lower my skirt, dude."

It was a fair request on her part: just because they had one romp together at a party where he was barely able to stumble back to her bed didn't meant that she was entirely trusting of him just yet, but the thrill of being ignored...of being pushed into something and forced to bend at the hip as her tummy pressed against a cushioned surface...

...She hated to admit that she was turned on by it.

"Probably a poor choice of words, but I'll let you keep that on for a moment," Wheeler teased, tugging at the waist of the skirt...but he left it intact, just as he'd claimed. "As for the blindfold, I'm afraid that's gonna be staying in place all evening. I hope that's not a problem."

Selina figured Wheeler to be the kinky type when he went along with being pegged so easily, but he was taking things between them to a new level, and moving faster with it than she would have guessed.

It was a rush, but for the cheetah to feel like she was being outpaced, she could only imagine there was a pun to be made; sucking in a nervous gasp when she felt her ankle being locked into a cuff precluded her from making the joke.

"Just in case it is a problem, well...I told you I thought of everything this time, didn't I?"

Before the signal could leave her brain to kick the other leg back and aim for his crotch, his paw was holding it fast to the inside of a cushioned frame, and a single, belted strap kept her ankle in place, allowing little more than the wiggle of her thighs and the trembling squirm of her lifted ass.

"Pretty sure you didn't think about the aftermath of all this, did you?" she asked, her voice unable to mask the quivering of her lower lip. "When I break out of these straps and wail on your ass for tricking me into this?"

SMACK! A palm landed harshly upon her skirt, easily reaching the flesh beneath and forcing her body to shudder against the bondage horse.

"After the way you tricked me into taking it up the ass like you did? Pretty sure this is just me getting even...and what was it you told me that night?"

Selina gulped and pursed her lips, trying to keep two kinds of a whimper from escaping her muzzle.

"That I might learn to like it if I just relaxed and took a nice, deep breath?"

Excitement and thrills ran along a parallel with the fears Selina felt; she trusted Wheeler enough to lay with him in her dorm, or even in his apartment...but she'd been lead out of the back of a seedy looking club downtown and into a room that she still hadn't even seen.

For all she knew, there could be a whole crowd of her friends standing around her and watching, but as much as that was an embarrassing thought, the tiny stain gathering at the crotch of her panties revealed how much she would have loved that very same idea.

A single pawtip pressed into that damp excitement, and once more, Wheeler was grinning with his greater understanding of how the feline's mind worked.

"You didn't even need the deep breath," he teased. "All you had to do was relax and...just like that, you've got to find yourself a new pair of panties."

The cheetah huffed and rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. "I'm not that fucking wet," she argued, though the sneaking digit moved around the crotch of her panties, tickling the edge of her folds and revealing plenty of evidence to the contrary. "But...if you k-keep this up..."

She didn't want to give in so easily, but she didn't want to mince her words in that situation, either.

She'd been tricked into wherever she'd gone, and _certainly_tricked into being bound to the sensual furniture...but she wouldn't have allowed any of it to happen in the first place if some part of her didn't want to try whatever the wolf had in mind.

"Gonna finish that thought, or should I just keep it up and see what happens?"

"You know damn well w-what I was gonna say," she stammered. Fangs gritted as the tip of a finger reached the underside of her tiny, tender clit, but drawing air through her teeth didn't dull the strength of that blissful sensation. "If you're gonna do this to me...j-just know that I'm gonna ruin your ass...t-the next time I get the chance!"

"And it'll be totally worth it," he countered. "Especially when you finally admit how much you're enjoying having your pussy played with."

"Fat chance of my doing that."

"So you want me to st-

"Don't you fucking dare, Wheeler...r-rub my clit harder , damn it!"

There was a certain intensity to the feline that revealed itself when she was being pushed to the figurative edge, and the loss of her vision was heightening her senses to the point that she felt as if her clitoris was being toyed with for the very first time. She was almost _painfully_sensitive to the touch, but knowing that pleasure, she didn't want to let the wolf off the hook without giving her a climax for her troubles.

An already full well of sexual frustration began spilling over when his finger drew back up the length of her petals...and drifted away from her body entirely, leaving her to twitch and grind against the bondage horse in helpless need.

"You see, I know you're terrible at listening from last time, b-but...for fuck's sake, Wheeler-

"Relax," he replied, sounding as calm and collected as ever. "Good things come to girls who wait."

"That is not how the saying goes."

"It's not? Huh...well, there's no reason it can't be true, anyway," Wheeler countered. "Everyone knows that good things come to boys that wait, though...and I think I've been waiting plenty long enough."

The sound of his jeans being unzipped was a heavenly noise, signifying to Selina that she wouldn't be waiting long for a new, greater pressure against the erect nub of her womanhood.

That assumption, however, was utterly derailed by the familiar, heated scent of the wolf's sheath. She frowned when she felt that plentiful fuzz rubbing against the end of her nose, and even with the blindfold on, she knew what she would have seen if she cast her lidded eyes up toward him.

"...You're grinning like a fucking clown right now, aren't you?"

"Pretty sure most guys that are about to get their dick sucked tend to have a smile on their face, yeah," Wheeler suggested. "I know it's kinda bold of me to assume that you're gonna open up for me, but...I heard that chicks dig confidence."

"Pretty sure you're a step beyond confidence," Selina mentioned, but feeling his paw stroke the back of her head and brush through the longer follicles of her headfur, she couldn't help letting herself be pulled a little further into the warmth of his crotch...until she was willingly nuzzling against the edge of his sheath and kissing her lips against his sack. "Just for future reference."

It was too late for Wheeler to try and dial things back, but if he was going to be arrogant in his approach, he figured it best to remove the possibility of leaving anything up to chance.

Just as Selina was getting comfortable along the inside of his thigh, she felt him shifting his position; the quiet click of buckles locking around her wrists gave her all the explanation she needed of what he'd done, but for the first time, she was legitimately helpless, in a place that she didn't know, with a horny wolf rubbing the emerging tip of his junk against her lips.

She only wished Wheeler would have left her panties tugged away from her petals: they really were soaked anymore, and the first seat she took after the fact was going to receive an obvious mark that she'd been there.

"What I'm getting from all this is that you like arrogant guys that take control of the situation," Wheeler mentioned, knowing that he was safe to say and do whatever he pleased, anymore. "Makes me wonder just how far I could take this if I were that kinda guy..."

"Good thing you aren't," Selina countered, but her ears perked thereafter, waiting to hear some kind of confirmation from the wolf about her assumption.

Her lips thinned again as she felt his precum spitting against them, and her body trembled with the reality of the kind of man that she'd allowed herself to be trapped with.

"You aren't , right?"

"Guess we'll just have to find out together, won't we? Not like I've ever been so lucky to have my own little fucktoy strapped to a bench like this," Wheeler confessed. "And now that I'm here, watching your lips open around my cock...I gotta say, I'm a big fan of this...maybe even more than my friend is."

Selina sealed her own fate when she opened wide, about to demand to know what he was talking about.

His length kept pushing up from the confines of his sheath, moving past her lips with ease and brushing against the roof of her mouth: paws tried to pull free from their cuffs to control his approach, but she was trapped, save for the slightest range of motion in her neck.

Tell me that he meant his dick when he was talking about his friend, she thought, quietly enjoying the delicate, salty flavor of his flesh upon her tongue. Tell me that there...hasn't been someone else here the whole time...

Soaked as her panties already were, she became _acutely_aware of just how wet she really was when a claw stroked along the inside of her thigh, brushing through the trails of her arousal.

"You weren't kidding, dude. She really is into this, isn't she?"

A voice she didn't recognize was appraising her natural arousal, and the vibrations of those words were so close that she could almost feel the stranger's lips against the inside of her leg.

It was a shame that she never actually saw the magnificent beast: a draconic hybrid by the name of Alkain was hiding in the shadows all along, and when the signal came, he started moving from the wall, stepping on such quiet claws that Selina didn't notice his presence until it was literally upon her.

Four sets of paws gripped her body, two holding her thighs and two gripping her ass, as he inspected her body a little closer than Wheeler had before.

"I knew she'd like being tied down like this...or...I had a good feeling, anyway," Wheeler suggested. "Wonder how much wetter she's gotten, now that she knows I've got some help..."

"She's totally soaking the bench, dude. I know you said she was a sure thing, but...d-damn...she's really fucking turned on. I could smell the need on her before you guys even came in the room!"

Oh, no you didn't...you're making that up!

Tapping her fangs against Wheeler's shaft as a warning that there better not be anymore surprises, Selina decided that she was going to make the most of a rare opportunity, but she didn't know what an acute sense of smell draconic creatures had: he'd been drinking in the exotic arousal of her scent since she entered, and she felt the results of the same when a thick, full cock came to rest against her covered rump.

"Just try not to ruin her clothes, okay?" Wheeler asked. "I don't think she's got anything to change into...and we don't want the whole club trying to follow us home."

There was already the start of a subtle riiiiip under the weight of Alkain's claws, but the dragon-fox stopped himself before any further harm could come to the black fabric of the skirt.

He was surprisingly respectful about unclipping the garment, but he didn't take any care to avoid getting her liquid arousal on it as he dropped it from her legs and focused on her panties, tugging them back from her rump and leaving them to settle against the middle of her trapped thighs.

"Dunno if she's gonna want to wear these anymore anyway, but...you do you," Alkain murmured, grinning at the pouting, eager petals of the squirming feline. "I guess she'll probably need them when I'm done back here, won't she?"

...Is it a safe day? Oh, shit. Shit shit do not-

Her thoughts were on a singular track, at first: that was before she felt the unique, full ridges of his impressive cock grinding along the underside of her tail and rubbing against the warm, tight flesh of her pucker, giving her even the slightest preview of how wonderful his member would feel once it was buried inside of her.

It's...probably a safe day. Yeah. Wouldn't want to leave this guy hanging, would I?

Foolish as it was of her, Selina didn't have the chance to move in the first place, and her mouth was so stuffed with the growing length of the wolf that she couldn't force out a coherent phrase if her life depended on it.

Right then, it was only her womb that depended on it, but by extension, that could have changed her life in a number of ways; unbridled lust won the day when she felt precum helping with the first, easy penetration of the draconic length, guiding a slightly tapered tip past the pout of her tight, excited womanhood.

"You didn't say that s-she was...t-this fucking tight ," Alkain pointed out. "Feels like I'm pounding a virgin, dude..."

With an extra set of arms to aid his posture, Alkain could balance himself and his unique weight on Selina in such postures that he'd be able to pump from angles that she'd never known before: it was a night of plenty of firsts for the whole bunch, the most prominent among them being the first time that Selina found herself contesting with a pair of cocks, instead of the usual one.

"Not like you're a slouch down there," Wheeler pointed out. "And she's no virgin, but she's picky...she's not out fucking every dude that walks past her."

"Tightens back up really quick, eh?"

"Judging by that look on your face, I'd say that she does..."

Wheeler didn't want to confess that the last time they'd gotten together, it was Selina who did the penetrating, but the best way to avoid that topic was to keep her mouth stuffed; pleasant as the back and forth banter was, he was harboring plenty of sexual frustration of his own, and Selina's mouth was such a pleasant place to rest his tool that he wanted to make the most of it.

Rather than standing still and letting her use the little bit of freedom that her neck could manage, he spread his legs a little wider for a better sense of purchase, grabbed the fluff upon her cheeks, and pumped the tip of his length into her throat with a mere sample of the intensity he would have shared with her on their first night together.

Hmm...not bad, Wheeler. Might be a shame to have you waste that kind of effort on my mouth...

As much as she enjoyed the unique, tasty flesh of the canine's member, she had a fantastic substitute in her womanhood: Alkain was stretching her around the plentiful inches of his cock and taking his time with it, but he was getting closer and closer to the base, following the signals of her clenching walls and moving quickly only when she relaxed her passage.

Once she was settled in place, she felt the hybrid finding his own footing...and her insides were nearly shifted by the overwhelming weight and vigorous pace of his next thrust.

"You t-trying to break the horse, dude?" Wheeler looked across the feline and noticed just how much force the hybrid was able to generate; the multiple limbs weren't just for show. "I know I told you she liked it rough, but you just...p-pushed her all the way to the sack..."

Alkain snickered. "You're welcome."

It surprised Selina to hear Wheeler showing concern for her wellbeing when he'd been so brash with her the first time they slept together, but it was touching enough for her to think about...

...She felt guilty for waiting so long to moan around his mouthful and assuage his concerns, but then again, she was still making up for the way he'd treated her before.

So you do care about me, she thought. If that's the case, quit toying with my tongue and shove that cock down my fucking throat already...

It didn't count, as far as Selina was concerned, if the only reason that Wheeler was swabbing the back of her throat was due to the interference of another male.

She was grateful to Alkain for taking things a little bit further, but she was still bristling her tail at the unexpected advance, the purr around her mouthful fading into a sexually frustrated grumble: it'd been too long since she was given a proper, thorough fuck, and the first few thrusts were only enough to stoke the flames of arousal within her.

It was lucky for her that Alkain was so skilled with his hips, and just over a minute into his pace, Selina found herself struggling against the bondage horse, looking for any form of purchase.

The bondage that held her thighs to the inside of the furniture and kept her arms completely paralyzed was starting to take a toll on her, and only then did she realized just how much she squirmed in the middle of the act: being limited to the subtle clench of her fists and the weak, inner grip of her thighs upon the bench was making it hard to release enough tension to reach her climax.

To go through such an act without one would have driven her up the wall, but the reality that she couldn't break free continued to weigh slender body down and keep her trembling with the burden of need.

"She's really t-trying hard now, isn't she?" Wheeler noted, feeling her throat tense and swallow around his shaft with unquenchable thirst. "Guess I'd better give her what she's after, long as she's been waiting for it..."

Two sets of arms clenched around her body, holding her by the hips and the knees to make sure that she was completely stable: the depth of each thrust that followed was such that Selina was crying out, desperate for a full breath and even a hint of freedom; neither would come to her anytime soon.

"I was hoping to drag it out a little..._fuck..._a little f-further than this, but she's one hell of a lay, dude...no point t-trying to fight back when the pussy's just that...f-fucking good!" Alkain praised her even as he plowed into her, filling her passage with every inch that it could handle, while appreciating the unique, internal clench of her building climax. "Sure hope she doesn't mind being cream filled...because I'm gonna breed this...t-tight...little... bitch!"

Wait, wait...not inside! Put in anywhere else! Wheeler, tell him to put it on my back!

If there was no risk, Selina would have loved a little bit of both from the hybrid, but her thoughts never reached the wolf: he was too busy grinning like a fool and pumping his hips right into her face, stuffing her mouth and her throat to the brim with his twitching length.

He knew he would have been safe to finish wherever he wanted, but he showed more concern to his guest's needs than to those of the cheetah.

"If what Zack told me was true, she loves a big load...g-guess we'd better fill 'er up from both ends," the wolf suggested, holding her face steady and bucking properly at her lips. "Sure hope you're hungry, Selina..."

Gritting his fangs and pumping with the last of his energy, Wheeler kept his hips in a blur until the first strand of his seed painted the roof of Selina's maw, but even when he settled in place and pushed the edge of his knot over her tongue, he continued to tremble in her throat, filling her gullet with a volume of plentiful cum.

"Knotting her mouth? She must b-be a kinky little bitch," Alkain claimed, wondering what kind of trouble he'd gotten himself into...but double-teaming the feline was just the tip of the troublesome iceberg.

Her climax kept her seizing around the ridged, draconic length, even after the first rope of his yield spread across her inner walls. A second gush pushed the mess further into her body, and finally, the weight of the hybrid came to rest against her backside, ensuring that his cock was settled deep enough to flood her fertile womb.

"Dunno how she's doing it...but she's good breeding stock; she's taking e-every fucking drop inside," Alkain's jaw quivered as he panted through his efforts, giving himself over entirely to the clenching pleasures of Selina's womanhood. "I don't think I've ever felt someone...g-grab it like that! Fuck!"

Leaning over her trapped body and panting into the back of her ear, Alkain only reinforced how helpless the feline was in the heat of the moment, and Wheeler's knot wasn't helping matters, forcing her to swallow the first bulk of his load...and the constant, smaller bursts that were trademark to a canine's release.

With each swallow, she let out another whimper of delight, but it was the heated juices that spilled down her inner thighs that stole her thoughts away as she rested there.

Well, if you wanted to be a daddy, now's your chance, she thought, trying to look over the edge of the blindfold at Wheeler. But you'd better hurry...you've got some competition in there already.