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"Everything look good to you so far, sweetie?"

Maria wasn't always so quick to give out compliments and sweet nothings, but when she was working her side gig in the salon, she knew how important it was to make sure that the customers left feeling like they could take on the world.

Right then, the vixen was stroking her clawtips through Selina's hair with a surprisingly delicate touch, letting the cheetah feel just how soft and light her locks had become from a quick trim and treatment.

"It looks wonderful," Selina confirmed. "I just...feel like it's missing something, y'know?"

With a tall, slender vixen leaning over her back and looking straight into the same mirror, Selina could immediately see what she wanted: she'd been admiring the brilliant streaks of pink that were worked into Maria's hair since she came in for her appointment.

"We aren't happy until you're happy," Maria assured her. "You wanna take your style in a different direction? You just tell me which way you wanna go."

"I'm planning a surprise for someone tonight, and I want them to be really caught off guard by how I look," Selina explained. "I feel like I need a little extra color...something... loud."

Maria stood upright. Thoughtful fingertips tapped her chin, and in the mirror, Selina could see the lightbulb going off above her head, even before the vixen had a chance to explain herself.

"Yellow fur, black spots, brown tresses...you need one more little pop of contrast," Maria suggested. She stepped away from the chair and opened the door on her personal locker, finding a bottle of such a brilliant shade of turquoise that Selina's bravado was outshined by it. "This is more than a little pop, but then again...that's what you're going for, isn't it?"

There was no hiding the hesitance in Selina's eyes, but seeing the bottle held up against her hair, she was already beginning to imagine what a powerful and alluring contrast it would provide.

"It...it's perfect," she claimed, the confidence returning to her voice one word at a time. "Should keep his mind off of other things for a minute, at least."

Maria cocked a brow. "So, it's a boy...you trying to make an impression?" she asked, pausing a moment to fit a pair of gloves over her fingers. "Because the hair is only gonna distract him from the rest of the goods for so long, sweetie."

Even through the fluff upon her cheeks, Selina was visibly flustered by that. "You've never even met him," she replied. "But you're not wrong...he can be really sweet, but when he gets on a one-track mind, there's no stopping him."

"Hopefully he does stop, if you tell him to?"

"Oh, y-yeah! It's not like that, it's...he's really nice, really handsome, he just...makes me wanna choke him sometimes."

Maria giggled as she rubbed her paws together, working the dye into the gaps of her fingers. "Sounds a lot like my last boyfriend. I cut him loose before I had the chance to choke him out; you're not gonna make me an accessory to murder, are you?"

"Pretty sure I'd stop before he blacked out," Selina played along, finding Maria to be wonderful company. "But last weekend, he definitely took a...uhm...prank...a little too far. I know he didn't mean anything wrong by it, but I need to knock him back down a peg."

"Getting even with someone can be a lotta fun," Maria agreed. "What kinda prank are we talking, here?"

Selina gulped, wishing that she had more time to think of an answer. "Prank might not be the right word, but whatever you wanna call it, he got carried away."

"So you're gonna get even with him by dyeing your hair?"

"That's mostly for me," Selina admitted. "I've been wanting to do that for a while, but it'll definitely keep him off guard about what I've got planned."

With her fingertips laced into Selina's tips, streaking the brunette locks with a brilliant, stark contrast of tranquil blue, Maria couldn't have seemed more careless about her inquiry.

"What's the plan, then?"

They weren't so familiar with each other than Selina thought Maria was actually interested, but the vixen was taking her sweet time with combing the highlights into the end of Selina's tresses, working with a touch that had become intentionally meticulous.

"You mean it?"

Vulpine ears flickered with confirmation. "Been too long since I've been able to get into a little trouble off the clock...and I've seen that look in your eye on plenty of other girls that have a so-called _surprise_planned for their man, before."

"And you're still interested in helping out, seeing that?"

"That's the only reason I'm interested, Selina."

**

"This has to be the emptiest I've ever seen this place."

Wheeler had been back to the townhouse since the party where he and Selina first met, but he'd never seen it between parties before: when she wasn't cleaning up after her roommates, Selina took much better care of the place.

He actually felt compelled to kick his paws at the door, making sure he wouldn't track any dust or dirt on a recently vacuumed carpet.

"It's amazing how big it looks when there isn't a wall of flesh keeping you from getting to the kitchen, isn't it?" Selina asked. "Speaking of walls of flesh...Zack and Ben won't be around tonight, so you can relax your shoulders already; I had no idea you'd be so intimidated by the prospect of competition."

Wheeler shook his head. "It's not them, it's...well..."

"The hair?"

The wolf blinked, having noticed the highlights the entire time, but he was just waiting for the other shoe to fall, keeping him from offering Selina the compliment that she was due.

"Totally," he took the offered bait, behind a nervous smile. "I don't think I've ever seen a girl with brown hair wearing blue highlights like that, but they look really, really cool. What gave you the idea?"

That time, it was Selina who had to come up with a quick lie, but she was already in her element.

To have Wheeler admit that he liked her highlights was a greater boost to her confidence than she'd hoped for, making it that much easier for her to ride an almost arrogant high. "Just felt like trying something new! Everyone loves them so far, so I guess I'm gonna add them to the monthly routine," she mentioned. "And I wanted to match my outfit, anyway."

Ever the sporty type, Selina might have looked underdressed for a night on the town, but comfortable, black shorts and a tank top of soft blue were just what the doctor ordered for an evening on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in the lap, and an endless choice of movies to be picked on the TV.

"That's some pretty serious dedication," Wheeler pointed out. "I, uh...I respect that."

He's so awkward sometimes, Selina thought. And he's so nervous...course, he's got good reason to be.

"And I respect that you were brave enough to come over here sober as a bird, all alone," Selina teased. "I can't imagine how you're ever gonna make it to my bedroom without spilling a beer all over me and blaming it on three other people."

"I just knew you hadn't forgotten about that," Wheeler scowled, but the expression faded quickly when Selina giggled at his response. "Glad you were such a good sport about it, though...and I really am sorry for spilling on you."

"Not like I had a bad time that night," Selina reminded him. "And speaking of unexpectedly good times, are you gonna stand in the doorway all night, or are you gonna join me on the couch?"

Thanks to a rather unusual start to their relationship, it seemed an odd thing to Wheeler that he'd receive an invite to just come sit on the couch in the first place.

He hadn't been so bashful about it when Selina invited him into her bed , but somehow, taking things slow was bringing out his nerves, more than taking things too fast ever could have.

"I...y-yeah. That was the plan, wasn't it?" Wheeler asked, stroking the fluff on the back of his head in a forced gesture, as if he was trying to project his nerves. "We never did pick out a movie, did we?"

Following Selina at the curl of her tail, Wheeler plopped down on the couch first, seeing a pair of drinks had already been set out on the coffee table. The living room of the townhouse looked impossibly large without a sea of drunken college students filling it, but the pair still made the room as small as they could; Wheeler settled into the corner of the couch, and Selina kept the heat on him as she leaned right into his side and lifted his drink to him.

"There's a couple new ones that just came out on Flix, but I'm not picky," Selina mentioned. "You in the mood for a comedy?"

Wheeler was grateful for the drink, needing something to soothe his nervous throat. Comforting, bubbling carbonation rolled down his throat with only the ethers of alcohol about the glass, but it'd be enough to give him the much-needed social lubrication to carry the night forward.

"I could go for something a little more lighthearted," he replied. "Long as you don't pick some 'Home Alone' type movie and start threatening to re-enact every single prank in the movie on me."

" Still worried that I'm planning some kind of revenge plot, aren't you?" Selina asked, cocking a brow at her date and resting a palm against his thigh. "I already told you that I had a good time, even if you did get a little carried away with my boundaries..."

"And I'm still sorry."

Sharp, hooked claws pushed through the loose denim of Wheeler's jeans, curling right through the fibers and into the surface of his skin. "And as long as you learned a lesson, you've got nothing to worry about," Selina assured him. "You're just lucky I had such a good time at the club, that night."

"I really am lucky," Wheeler agreed. His fidgeting leg tried to steady, genuinely worried that Selina might tear into his flesh if he wiggled around too much. "It won't happen again; promise."

He took another long, full gulp of his drink, and catching a telling glare from Selina, the canine wondered if the movie was something of a formality: she'd given him such a half-lidded stare before, but only when she was trying to tell him that he was taking things a little too slowly.

"...Did you still want me to pick a movie, or...?"

"Oh, of course ," Selina said, but the allure in her voice was too obvious to hide. "Something that'll provide us with some good background noise, perhaps?"

Remembering what he'd recently done, tying her up and leaving her helpless for another male to join in and take her from behind, Wheeler simply couldn't shake the idea that Selina was planning something.

Nerves forced him to rush through his drink, and just as he set the glass on the coffee table again, he felt another paw land on the other side of his lap. Claws curled into his other thigh and scraped down the length of his jeans, leaving such deep marks in the denim that he felt as if the cheetah was claiming him...and he if he sat there any longer, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop her from doing exactly that.

So why do I get the feeling I should run like hell while I've still got the chance? He wondered. There's something more in her eyes, this time...not just lust, but intensity...

"Background noise would be great, but before we get too settled, I, uh...I kinda rushed through that drink," Wheeler admitted. "Where's the restroom, again?"

Selina rolled her eyes, but the subtle curve in her grin never faded. "Just down the hall, there. First door to your right," she leaned back, forced to pull her claws from his jeans to point the way. "Try not to keep me waiting too long, hm? I've been looking forward to ignoring a movie with you for a while, now."

Though she was plenty capable of subtlety, Selina was happy to drop the proverbial hammer on Wheeler, right as he hopped up from the couch. He was smiling wider, but he couldn't shake those nerves, despite his bravado on the night that they first met.

"I'll be waaaaaaaiting," Selina called after him, her body sprawled over the couch with a subtle lift in her backside.

**

"She's just being a flirt. She's just being forward. She is not trying to get revenge...she's trying to get laid. Take a good thing at face value, for once."

Wheeler genuinely did have to use the restroom, but as he finished up, he used the sound of the flushing toilet to cover up the first few words of his self-encouragement.

"You two have fooled around a few times, now. She already said she forgave you, already said that she isn't planning anything...just be chill, go back out there, and have the good time you've been looking forward to."

"She didn't say all that, actually."

Rings clacked together as the shower curtain flew open behind him, and before he could turn, Wheeler felt the presence of a tall, slender body standing behind him.

Breasts leaned into the very base of his neck and paws draped over his shoulders, and before he could react, Wheeler captured the sight of a vixen grinning at the back of his ear, courtesy of the bathroom mirror.

"I was listening, and she clearly said that you had nothing to worry about," Maria Suvel whispered to him, making as grand of an entrance as she ever had. "Which might be true, if you decide to be a good boy and play along with our little game."

A gentleman through and through, Wheeler had resisted the urge to lash out when he saw the person hiding in the bathroom was a woman, but even through his frightened yelp and his shuddering posture, he wanted to give off the impression that he could handle himself if the situation turned.

With his pants still hanging just off of his backside and his sheath exposed through a dropped zipper, Maria proved herself more than a match by pushing down on his waistline. "H-hey! What the hell's the big idea?!" he yelled, but as he reached down to try and catch his slacks, the vixen followed him, dropping a pair of quick cuffs around his wrists as they came together.

"It was Selina's big idea, actually," Maria answered. "Something about getting even with you for taking a prank a little too far. She's one of my favorite customers, so I was more than happy to help...you didn't do anything that would have hurt my little chee, did you?"

Nervous as he was to be around Selina by himself, he could sense the kind of presence that Maria carried about herself; he wasn't going to escape the moment unscathed, but answering wrong might come with much greater consequences than a sore backside and an interesting story to tell.

"I'm...p-pretty sure I didn't hurt her, no," Wheeler suggested. "Though I'd love if s-she could come in here to confirm that for me?"

"You think I'm keeping her from you?" Maria asked. "Tempting as it would be to take you back to my place for the evening, I'm afraid I'm just here to help, pup."

The bathroom door inched open, with a naked paw stepping through. Wheeler turned his head to the patterned spots on Selina's ankle, expecting to see the cuff of her shorts at the middle of her thigh, but his eyes made it all the way to her hips before he saw anything; there was no cloth to be had, but what he did see was more than enough to drop his jaw and keep it hanging.

"Thanks for getting his wrists, Maria," Selina made her own entrance with pride and presence, stepping through the door with a feeldoe nestled into her womanhood, the length of the toy matching the highlights in her hair with impressive accuracy. "Think you can help me with the legs, too? I've got a feeling he's gonna be a little too squirmy for me to handle by myself."

Wheeler didn't think there would have been any shame in trying to make a break for it, but with his slacks around his ankles and cuffs around his wrists, he wasn't getting anywhere fast, even if he was foolish enough to try and run.

"It'd be my genuine pleasure," Maria replied. "Where's the rope?"

"The same place he's going to be for the rest of the night: the bedroom."

**

Wheeler was literally dragged through the house by the fluff of his tail, with Selina pulling him along the carpet in the front and Maria holding his cuffed wrists on the other end. He easily could have passed for the role of a prisoner being carried away to a giant pot to be boiled alive, but the girls weren't planning anything quite so gruesome for him.

The way his evening was going to go, he might end up suffocating, but Maria had never known anyone foolish enough to complain about such a fate, when she was the one riding their muzzle.

"Hands and knees for him so you can take him from the back proper, or on his back so you can kick his legs up and fold him like a lawn chair?" Maria asked. Her dominant, matter-of-fact nature was starting to shine through the kindly and professional façade that she was so often forced to wear. "No wrong answers, but I'm guessing it's your first time doing something like this...so I want you to be happy with your decision."

The pair gave a swing, quite literally tossing Wheeler onto the bed. He tried to roll over and look up, but landing on his back, Selina gave her answer with action, climbing right over his thighs and pressing her palms to his chest the moment he tried to budge.

"I'm not sure how I could be any happier with the way this night is going, but...let's keep him on his back, for now," Selina murmured. "I want to be able to see that pathetic look in his eyes when I shove this cock in his ass...that desperate look that wants to beg me for mercy, even when he already knows it won't do him any good."

Maria cocked a brow, her own lips matching Selina's grinning curl. "And here I was, thinking I could give you a few pointers...but it sounds to me like you've got this all figured out. Got him right where you want him?"

"Don't I get a say in this?" Wheeler cut in, only to feel his arms being tugged toward the headboard, his wrists still cuffed together. "Like...maybe you two could start kissing or something, and-

A fingertip came to his lips, just as Maria finished fastening his arms above his head. "I'm gonna stop you right there and let you know that you're already one foot in the grave, sweetie. You don't wanna put the other one in, do you?"

Maria waited until she could feel Wheeler's lips trembling before she pulled her digit back, and she looked back to Selina, making sure she hadn't taken things too far.

The cheetah was grinning that much wider to see the panic in Wheeler's stare. The normally slender fluff upon her tail was buzzing with anticipation, and though she was inexperienced, she was already fumbling with the bottle of lube that was resting on the other side of the bed, eager to get the wolf prepped for his punishment.

"How about we take his feet out of the grave and tie them up by his arms?" Selina recommended. "Probably won't be the most comfortable pose for him, but my comfort wasn't really considered last time, as I recall."

Maria slid down the side of the bed, prepared to fight Wheeler's legs back into place; she took a pause when she noticed his ankles kicking up and lifting back toward the top end of the bed, saving her the trip.

"You know you're not getting out of this by playing along, right?" Maria reminded him. "It's a little late to start the whole good boy routine..."

"Oooh...keep calling him that," Selina said, noticing just how much of the canine's cock was pushing up through his sheath. "I think he likes it...and I wanna see how hard we can get him before we get our fill."

Wheeler had a moment, however brief, where he was tempted to ask about his fill, but he was a fast learner: he swallowed back those words and looked up at Maria, watching her talented fingertips lace around the width of his ankles until they were tied back to the headboard, leaving him helplessly folded on himself.

A single press against his exposed pucker forced a gush of precum to spread over his tummy, and a delighted feline poured a generous helping of lube down onto the spot, until the very tip of a false cock replaced the weight of her thumb.

She didn't know much about warming someone up before taking their ass, but she knew plenty about Wheeler's lack of courtesy, the last time they were in the bedroom together; she wasn't going to hurt him, but she could already hear his complaints about being sore in the aftermath...and eager juices were soaking the bulbous end of the toy, still settled in the depths of her womanhood.

"You're really making a mess of yourself, Wheeler. Don't tell me that you've been into this the whole time," Selina groaned. "Gonna make this a lot less fun for me if you end up getting off, too."

Pulling one of the bands from her hair and letting her ponytail drop, Maria reached down and wound the band over and over again, wrapping the elastic around the base of his canine member, just below the emerging weight of the knot.

"One more time, and...t-there we go," she tugged gently, making sure there was no slack left in the hair tie. "Don't think you'll have to worry about him getting off anytime soon, now."

The vixen wasn't trying to cut in on Selina's fun, but she was happy to have a front and center view of the action. She was happy to stand and watch, but her backside was already dangerously close to Wheeler's muzzle, and Selina had already burned the canine's frightened expression into her memory.

"What about you, though?"

Maria snickered. "I was happy to offer my services for free this time, but if you're saying I can join in, I'd be more than happy to consider that my payment for a future playdate."

Knowing what she already paid for her haircuts, Selina imagined Maria would charge top-dollar for a private house call; letting the vixen climb on Wheeler's face was a far cheaper option, and she couldn't deny what a turn-on it was to see her long, gorgeous legs climbing over the canine's face as she straddled him.

"It's a deal," Selina agreed. "I'm sure I'll be satisfied by the time we're through with him, but if you're not, well...you're free to do whatever you like with the boy once I've had my fill."

Wheeler's throat became so tight that he barely managed another breath, and only a moment later, the alluring scent and delicate, earthy-sweet flavor of Maria's petals came to rest against his trembling lips.

"So much for taking both f-feet out of the coffin," Maria teased. "You thought you were in trouble before, boy? If you don't make me cum all over that pathetic looking face...you're gonna wish that all we'd done was tie you up and fuck your sorry ass."

Maria was never the type to spare anyone's feelings, least of all those who happened to be on the other end of her dominant wiles.

For her part, Selina was flustered all over again, but she was taking notes from the vixen every step of the way, given how much Wheeler was silently enjoying her approach.

He's leaking so much, and there's only an inch or two inside, Selina noted. Is that little hair tie around his cock gonna be enough to stop him from making a mess of the place?

If not for the growing buzz of the vibrator in the back end of the feeldoe, Selina might have offered a little more concern to the slow, lazy river of precum that was spilling over the sheets, but budding pleasure forced her to buck her hips a little further amid another lazy trickle: she was letting lube spill over the entire shaft of the toy as the inches disappeared within the helpless wolf.

After all, she couldn't risk breaking her toy the first time she played with it.

"Sounds like you've g-got a lot to live up to, Wheeler...thought you were gonna have it easy, didn't you?" Selina asked, feeling an even greater buzz in the back of the toy, rattling all the way through her vaginal walls. "Thought you were just gonna lay back and t-take this cock like the little bitch that you are..."

That time, a spurt of precum shot back across his torso, and all the way through, Selina could feel his own inner muscles seizing up around the toy, fighting back against the thick, fulfilling presence of it.

She could just imagine him begging her to hold still, to allow him to simply feel the vibrating flesh of the fake cock...but even in her own fantasies, she wasn't listening to his desperate plea.

Instead, she was just finding her rhythm and getting used to the feeling of leaning down and in, pumping from the hip just enough to bury the full length of the toy inside his ass.

"Damn...t-that...that's a really strong vibrator, Maria..."

The vixen was all smiles as she rocked back and forth on Wheeler's muzzle, forcing his lips to adjust to the crest of her womanhood. "Do you like it? I didn't think it'd be such a perfect fit for your little feeldoe, but...watching you squirm around like that, it was a very welcome surprise."

Selina still had plenty to learn about herself, and college was the time to experiment, but Maria was a confident woman, sure of herself and her desires; Selina was just starting to understand why Maria was staring at her so intently.

She's enjoying watching me as much as she's enjoying riding him, she realized. Such a predatory stare...such a long tongue...thank goodness Wheeler's the one getting her attention. Feels like she'd eat me right up if he wasn't here...

It was too soon for the cheetah to know if she would have enjoyed that or not, but she didn't dare to let a self-conscious nature get the better of her, right then: she was bumping against Wheeler's body with a gentle, almost playful pace in her hips, enjoying the sight of warm, slick juices running down the side of his face and the subtle, bright pink bounce of his cock against his own stomach each time Selina pounded into him.

His groans were muffled enough that Selina would never have been able to understand them, but there was no hiding the pleasure that lace the tone of his voice.

"You make it sound like I'm t-the one putting on a show," Selina countered. "Pretty sure our boy is the star performer, right now."

Maria shook her head and pushed down on Wheeler's face, forcing his already pinned tongue to move past the soaking flesh of her folds and into the depths of her womanhood. "Don't sell yourself short, Selina...and don't give this little cocksleeve too much credit. He's got a long way to go before the two of you are back to even!"

It was clear the vixen wasn't going anywhere for a while, and as long as she had a couch to sleep on, that would be fine...but Selina was finding a common ground with the average guy, and the endurance that it took to properly thrust into someone.

Panting quietly and pretending that she wasn't already so close, she picked up the pace as Wheeler's tailhole adjusted, pounding into the gap between his thighs and forcing his legs to bounce slightly with the crashing weight of her hips against his body.

Without needing to keep his legs out of the way, the cheetah was free to reach down, wrapping an arm around the front of his thigh and holding his sack with the other paw, squeezing it at the peak of every single thrust...forcing the poor boy to wince with mingled discomfort and bliss.

"You've got a...g-good point," Selina agreed, but confidence was fading from her voice as the buzzing end of the toy put new, greater pressure on her clit. Inside and outside, she could feel the vibrations becoming too strong for her to handle, and at the end of a deep, powerful thrust, the feline went stiff against the lifted, taut flesh of Wheeler's rump. "And he came more than once...t-that night...so..."

She bit her lower lip and stifled the orgasmic cries that were begging to be freed from her throat, refusing to give Wheeler the satisfaction of hearing what his helpless body had done to her. Within, inner muscles were fluttering and milking at the bulbous end of the sex toy, pushing an even greater volume of liquid arousal onto the base of the shaft...but Wheeler wasn't privy to the delights of her orgasm, beyond an extra throb or two within his asshole.

"Far as I'm concerned...he s-still owes me another..."

She took in a deep, full breath and did her best to relax, standing up and away from the bulb and struggling to stand upright on such wobbling, satisfied legs.

"Think you can keep him busy a little while longer? Can't believe I'm saying it, but he wore me the hell out," Selina confessed.

"Baby's first time being on top, I see," Maria teased. "I suppose I can keep him busy until you're ready for round two..."

Reaching between Wheeler's legs and grabbing soaking bulb of the toy, Maria pumped from the wrist, keeping Wheeler's insides nice and stretched in the aftermath.

Selina didn't intend to fall asleep on the couch, but Wheeler's night was far from over.

**

"Yeah, pretty sure she passed out...left the room about an hour ago and never came back."

"So, you're still in her bed, sitting on his face?"

"Uh huh! He's just not quite hitting the right spots...so much for being a good boy."

"Sounds like you need a little someone to come over and help you play dog sitter."

"...You interested? I could let you in...and I don't think Selina will mind the extra company."

Wheeler's poor face was absolutely soaked through with feminine arousal, his legs were almost numb from being trapped in bondage for so long, and despite a pool of precum that had filled his navel and soaked his stomach, he just couldn't reach his orgasm with the hair tie around his shaft.

"I'll be there in ten," the other woman declared. "Keep his asshole nice and warm for me..."