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Off the Rails

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Wolfy Adder

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Wolfy growled, his ears pinned, though it was not as if his humiliation could so easily be set aside. He didn't know how he kept getting himself into situations like that, even though they were the sorts of things that others would have been into, he was sure, just...not him. Never him. The schoolgirl outfit barely covered anything at all, or so it felt to the black and white wolf, his muzzle rippling with a growl.

The grey-furred cheetah purred as she looked up at him, holding his tie, though it may as well have been a leash in that situation, his paws cuffed to the overhead rail of the train. All other passengers in sight and earshot knew what was going on, though Tez had accepted a few "tips" from those that were interested to sit closer. Some had not wanted to see the show, of course, but they had quickly scurried off when the wolf's bare backside had become shown.

"Let me go," he growled, heat in his cheeks, neck sweltering, the schoolgirl's shirt too tight around him, fluff spilling out the neck of it as if they were breasts, giving him a more humiliatingly feminine figure. "I don't want... Tez... No..."

But she only smirked at him.

"Yeah, I know. You don't want anything. But I want this," she growled, licking her lips. "Look how everyone is staring at you, wanting to eat you up. But you're all mine."

She said that last bit with relish, growling deep in her throat. But she'd caught sight of someone else that might have been interested in more than just watching, a rather interesting, taller buck with a slim build. The stag had grey fur like a wolf, but the line of his hair ran down the back of his neck with a blue flourish, a gleam in the eyes set below a nice rack of antlers that she rather liked.

But not for herself, of course. No... That wasn't what she was into, what she wanted at that time.

"Go on then, buck," she purred, making eye contact with him as his nose wrinkled in surprise. "If you want a go, go on... But you've got to pay the price too..."

The stag grinned. It wasn't exactly the train ride that he had been expecting, cross-country with the world whipping by outside, and, well, he'd thought that the staff walking up and down the train would have done something about it too. And yet the cheetah must have paid them off too to be quiet, making sure that her influence ensnared all that she intended and set aside that were not. She didn't seem the kind to waste her energy in any way: something that cats with her nature were very much keen not to do.

"What? Are you sure?"

The deer, Axel, didn't look at Wolfy, not more than he did, of course, to know that he wanted him. Wolfy growled, muzzle rippling in humiliation, but with his paws bound to the overhead rail, there just wasn't anywhere for him to go.

Before him, Tez smirked, letting him know exactly where things were going to go, even though she had not said about it out loud, not yet.

"Go ahead," she breathed. "Do your worst. His ass is yours, for now."

But hers at the end of it, she thought privately, revelling in enjoying Wolf's abuse and humiliation, the wolf squirming back and forth.

It was hard enough for him to balance where he stood on the train with his hands above him, air raking through his lungs and windpipe. Yet he couldn't get away from the stag, not after he'd passed the money to Tez, which must have been enough for her, wafting the notes in his direction with a smug smirk. He tried to growl, to force her to take him down and release him, but the skirt flipped up, exposing his bare backside.

"Hey - get off me!"

"So feisty," Axel teased, the stag a gentler sort that Tez, even if he was keen enough to have been standing by waiting to see if there was a chance there to take advantage of a situation like that, after seeing the first notes penetrate the train car. "But I think she's the one that's got you on a tight leash here..."

The stag didn't seem all that interested in talking to him, but he was interested in running his paws over his body, playing with the schoolgirl's skirt with a little chuff of breath. Wolfy squirmed and tried to jolt away, but the train lurching back the other way on the tracks sent him shuddering straight back into the deer's arms.

"Aren't you frisky?" Axel laughed, licking his lips. "Or maybe less feisty than I thought if you're throwing yourself at me..."

He growled, but the deer paid him no mind at all as his hands slid over the wolf's rump, groping and squeezing. His tail shuddered up, but it was merely a reflex to being pressed close to the root of it, the deer taking that as permission. However, permission from Wolfy was very much not given. His shaft did not even harder, shaking his head again as burning humiliation seared through him.

So many eyes on him... So many others whispering and laughing behind their cupped paws, some even filming him. He'd be all over the internet by the end of the day. He whimpered, shaking his head at Tez, though the feline only grinned and nodded in turn, overruling what he wanted in lieu of what she deemed more important.

He would have to bear through it one way or the other, grunting as the deer's fingers found his tail hole, though they did not have to search far through his fur and the curve of his backside to find it. Wolfy shook his head vehemently, trying to squeeze down and keep him out, but, of course, that was a futile hope. The stag laughed lightly, as if it was all a game to him that he had lucked into, the fingers working more deeply, two digits inside curling as they pulled back and forth. It was as if Axel was trying to mimic thrusting, but that was just not pleasurable to the wolf. His body might have responded, yes, to direct stimulation like that, like most bodies would, but his mind just wasn't into that sort of thing, never getting aroused from the thought of it.

He didn't know quite what he did want, but he knew very much what he didn't want, not with the aching humiliation of being seen throbbing through him, trying to find a way to escape. His body rocked and twisted, forced to shift one way and then the other by the movement of the train, but the only thing that Wolfy could lock onto was the look in Tez' eyes, the smirk on her lips.

He took a shuddering breath, trying to hold onto that as the stag's fingers thrust and pulled inside him, trying to get a reaction, a rise, out of him. He needed it, needed something, ached for something, though didn't want it, his body trying to respond even though searing, simmering humiliation was something far, far worse, at least to the wolf. But that was what Tez wanted and Wolfy more than knew from experience that there was no getting out of it until she was good and done with him.

It was better to hold out, even if he had to think about what he was doing, his balance, where he was. It was not a time where he could slip away mentally from it all, forced to bear through every excruciating, twisting, humiliating moment.

Axel, however, was far from quiet behind him and the wolf did not notice that he had slipped down his jeans, revealing his growing erection. The stag grunted in the back of his throat, a small smile pulling at his lips, though he did not mind that the eyes of strangers were upon him as he pressed his eager hard-on up against the wolf's backside. That got a reaction from Wolfy, the wolf squirming and trying to jump forward, the stag's fingers sliding unbidden from his backside.

"Hey - no! No! That's enough now - I mean it!"

But the deer did not have to listen to him as he gave a less than reassuring smirk, the head of his cock pushing up under the wolf's tail. He did not ask for permission for he already had all the permission that mattered to him, making eye contact with the feline as he pushed into her victim's anal passage.

Wolf's howl echoed through the train carriage though his bucking and twisting only served to grind him back onto the stag's cock more quickly. The strain of it ached deeply through him, though there was no pain, only a searing embarrassment that clawed at his soul at being observed, of having everything put on such public display. His body could not help but react, only a little, his cock plumping up slightly, but no more than that. The need simply wasn't there for him, not what he felt from being taken in that way, huffing and grunting as he whined and whimpered.

If he begged, and Wolfy thought he did, the stag did not act as if he had heard him in the slightest. He humped and ground, coaxing the wolf to open more and more with every thrust, penetrating him deeply. The pull of such a tight tail hole around him was so exquisite that Axel caught himself not wanting to stop, a rush of pleasure flowing over him at being in such a position that he was able to take advantage of someone like that. It was allowed, yes, but not by the wolf, and he barked a short grunt of laughter as he drove deep.

There was just something in how the wolf squirmed and bucked against him, though not for any sense of pleasure, that drove him on, taking the wolf a little harder when he softened around him, though he didn't think he was going to make it easy. That was fine by Axel, however, as his body quivered with need, balls desperate to spill their load.

And there Tez was, watching with a lewd grin on her muzzle as the deer thrust and thrust, the wolf before her with half a hard-on, but not one that meant anything. Anything there, in his case, was involuntary and only turned her on even more as she slyly caressed his cock, drawing his attention down as he gritted his teeth. Wolfy whined plaintively, but she didn't need to pay him any attention. She never did - not in that way.

He whimpered and grunted, finally doing his best to seal away his complaints and cries. They weren't being listened to as he was used, the deer grinding deeper as the slap of his hips on Wolfy's backside filled the train carriage. He grunted quietly, but the stag sped up, harder and faster, fuelling a high that was for him and not for Wolfy. Never for Wolfy.

But the bellow of the stag had an edge of dominance and pride in it too as he unloaded inside the wolf, bearing his hips all the way up to the wolf's muscled backside, Wolfy intimately aware of the hot spill of seed inside him. It didn't seem right, not at all, not to him, but it was happening anyway and his only job was to please, to be humiliated, to do something that they wanted and no more than that. More often than not it was all against his will and he hung his head with a low whine as the stag huffed over him, hot breath tickling his fur.

Seed trickled out of his abused tail hole, though he was not harmed, and Wolfy growled. Tez always knew how to get to him...but the funny thing about it all was that he never seemed to get the same kind of payback on her at all.

In that regard, it really was a one-way street.

And now the rest of the world, recording and taking photos of him, knew his humiliation too, with the stag still buried, softening, in his backside...