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"And I need you to get that done for me like it should've been last week," growled Mr. Bridges from behind his desk. His squat body sank into the red leather upholstery of his chair. The shiny silver watch on his wrist was spread taut by the bloat of his arm which he kept exposed with his sleeves rolled halfway. The top few buttons were undone, revealing his golden fur-covered collar. A bitter scowl furrowed his features, a reflection of discontent towards the employee he so ruthlessly accosted. His entire presentation was an attempt to exude authority. All he was missing was a cigar clamped between his teeth with a ribbon of smoke billowing from it. "I asked you to get started on this last month," he went on. "Have you even started?"

At the center of his office was a single chair, far away from his desk. Sitting in it was a maned wolf, his paws folded in his lap. His attire was sharp, including a crisp, white button up shirt. Hanging from the collar was a bright red tie, but it did not hug the neck of its owner. Instead it was tied shut, choking the collar together like a stump tourniquet. To the casual observer it looked as though Mr. Bridges was speaking to a headless corpse or a mannequin he had plucked from the front window of a clothing outlet.

The man in the chair was not, in fact, headless, though you wouldn't have found it on his shoulders. Further south, sitting on the man's crotch like a bag of ice nursing a groin injury was his head. It was fully alive, awake, and alert, staring back at Mr. Bridges with a feign look of remorse. The head belonged to Harvey Oak, one of the urban planners who worked at that office. His black snout and ears stood out against the dark orange fur that covered the rest of his face. Green eyes accented with black marks beneath them met Mr. Bridges' scornful gaze. Sitting there he looked like a parlor trick: he had to have been kneeling behind the chair with his head poking through a hole in the seat while a faux body sat around him. That was not the case. Harvey's crotch head was very real.

He experienced as much with the teeth of his zipper scraping around his neck. Normally he wore collars to help avoid irritation, but he had woken up late that morning and forgotten to put one on. "Sorry, sir. I've been carrying some extra loads from everyone else's slack." When he opened his mouth he flashed Mr. Bridges his red cock tongue. It was flaccid on the floor of his mouth, the knot just a small bulb of muscle. That didn't stop Mr. Bridges from being offended by seeing it.

The boss shook his head. "So am I and everyone else I count on. I can't take anymore excuses. Get those reports in soon or else the city's gonna be on my ass."

A warm rage bubbled in Harvey's chest, making his fists and teeth clench. The latter part of him had to be careful with the immediate proximity of his penis. You act like you're hot shit, like you're so fucking important. You're a councilman, not a damn tycoon manager. Signs of Bridges' hubris were plastered across his office, including signed baseball bats, diplomas, and a framed photo of him and his smoking hot wife on his desk.

Harvey sighed through his nose. "Yes sir. I'll get right on that."

"Thanks, Harvey."

"Do you need anything else, sir?"

"Nah, you can go."

"Alright." Harvey stood up from the chair, bringing his head up along with his beltline. With his head where his genitals were it looked as though his body moved on its own, piloted by his instruction, not his control. He walked out of the office, his face jostled by the pump of his thighs against his jowls. His paws slid into his pockets, finally able to pull on the flaps of his fly to relieve some of the pressure on his neck. It had been a long day, one drawn out by a curmudgeonly boss and an uncooperative zipper. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dangled it in front of his loins to check the time. 4:43, almost closing. Thank God. Plus, it was Friday. With the weekend upon him, it was time to cash in on his weekly misery and have some very well deserved fun.

* * *

The city's "Redzone", as it was referred to both colloquially and officially in the zoning office, ran astride the heart of downtown. It was removed enough from the many skyscrapers and business districts to be its own burrough, but not so secluded that it was without its own population of denizens both running businesses and seeking them out. And oh, was there a great many entrepreneurs seeking to sell their wares and services. That seedy slot of city crawled with prostitutes and pimps, their glamourized bodies silhouetted against the neon glow of nearby hotels and sex joints where they could perform their duties. At every corner was an oversexualized provider waiting for a paying customer to wander by. There were certainly many, ranging from lonely men ready to satiate their fetishes to groups of partiers ready to test the mantra that everyone has a price.

Even amongst a population of eccentric sex goers Harvey stood out like a sore thumb. Everyone may have had a price, but whatever it was he could not afford it. Sure, he seemed like a sweet guy, but with his head where his dick should be and a dick where his tongue should be he simply could not convince even the most veteran of call girls to let him sniff their flowers. Dejected, he wandered to a nearby hotel, appropriately themed with everything lovey-dovey. The god of love himself was plastered everywhere, his cherubic face smirking as he pulled back a heart-shaped arrow on his tiny bow. Less enthusiastic was Harvey who sat at the bar in the lobby. He had been saving money to purchase a room for the night here, but it didn't look like that was going to pan out.

In a last ditch effort he pulled his phone out and opened an app called Chomp, the O being a ??. It was a dating app for those into BDSM, subs looking for doms and vice-versa. Harvey was of the former, desperate to find a bitch of a woman to bully and humiliate him. It said so on his profile, one that included his handsome, smiling face coming out of his fly. After every girl asked him why he was using such a weird, photoshopped image he had to add in the bio a clarification that it was real. From then on he never got any matches, nor did he have any now. With a sigh he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

The bartender, a buff panda, had given him an odd look once he saw the apparently headless body saunter up to the bar and sit on one of the pink stools. Everything was either pink or red, including the dim neon lights that lit the lobby like everything else in that unscrupulous part of town.

"Down here," said the forlorn wolf's crotch.

The panda leaned over the bar to see his head between his legs. "Oh, there you are," the panda said in a gruff, gravelly voice.

"Can I get a brandy on the rocks?"

"Sure thing. Lemme see an ID."

Harvey pulled his wallet out of his pocket and showed him his license in its slot. Like every other photo of him it had to be angled downward to catch his visage, something that looked especially odd on an ID.

"Comin' right up." The panda went to the bottle rack and grabbed a glass. "Rough night?"

"Yeah. Can't find no service. None of the girls here wanna give it to a paying guy like me, let alone spend the night with me for free."

Without being able to see Harvey's head it felt like talking to a mannequin with a speaker attached to it. "Aww, sorry to hear that. I'm sure there's a gal out there who will, 'specially in a place like this."

"Oh yeah? If you meet her, let me know."

The panda slid him his brandy and leaned over the bar to look down at him. "I don't have to. There's a girl into... what you are. Trust me."

Harvey picked up his glass and held it down in front of his face. "Thanks." He took a sip. Alcohol burned the skin of his pecker, a small price to pay for getting drunk.

"Sorry. I don't mean to be rude."

Harvey shook his head. "Forget about it. Ain't no way around talking about it."

"Yeah, well, you seem like a tough guy who knows how to deal with it. I know I couldn't."

Harvey sighed. "Sometimes I don't think I do." He took another sip.

He heard a door open behind him followed by the steady clop of heels approaching the bar. He did not bother to look until the person came all the way up to the stool next to him and sat down. Turning over he was greeted by a round mass of shiny black, the flank of a woman's dress clung to the contours of her ass. The bottom of it fell mere inches below the cusp of her haunches. Beneath that were two thick trunks of leg covered in a light gold fur. One was crossed over the other, suspending a sharp, black stiletto in the air next to her shin.

With the bar empty on both sides of him, her sitting there was not an accident. He dared to turn in his seat and look up to see the rest of her. She was an afghan hound, a beautiful one at that. A long, slender snout javelined out at him, sporting a soft smile. Silky blonde hair cascaded down the sides of her head, framing what were sleek, cerulean eyes. Gold loops dangled from her ears. A pearl necklace was slung around her neck. The bust of her dress let no portion of her lengthy and deep cleavage go unseen. She was splendid to look at, but Harvey did not get the feeling she was a lady of the night, if you will.

"Hey there, handsome," she said in a smooth, throaty voice.

Harvey outright refused to believe that she was talking to him, not when there was a beefy panda across the bar from them. Yet she had said it looking right at him without so much as acknowledging the bartender who, without Harvey seeing him, left the two of them alone with a smile on his face. Be cool, Harvey. Be cool.

"H-hi..." he muttered.

She lifted her finger at the bartender. "A dry martini, please, on his tab."

The panda looked over the bar down at Harvey. "You OK with that?" His eyebrow was cocked, a heavy signal for him to accept.

"Uh... Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good."

The panda shot him a quick wink. "Coming right up."

"Thank you, darling," said the hound. "Say, what's your name?"

"Harvey." He tried to keep his lips close together as he spoke so as not to freak her out with his dick mouth. "And you are?"

"Lillian, but call me Lilly." She held her paw out for him to shake. He accepted, finding her pawpads to be soft and delicate.

"Nice to meet you, Lilly. Do you, uh... Come here often?"

"Not too often, only when it fancies me." She leaned on the bar with one elbow. "I like to find the sort of fellow I can spend a Friday night with, the kind who enjoys the stuff I enjoy." The bartender laid her martini in front of her on a napkin. Two olives were speared together by a pink plastic arrow inside it. She picked up the glass with her thumb and index finger and took a tiny sip. "And what brings a unique fellow like yourself here all on your lonesome?"

He chuckled sadly. "The same, although it doesn't appear that I'm as lucky."

"No girl to spend the night with?"

"No, not even to hire."

She shook her head. "Sad. I saw you walk in here and thought for sure you had someone waiting on you."

He lifted an eyebrow. "You did?"

She took another sip of martini. "Mmhmm. A man of your disposition has to garner a lot of attention, especially from the girls."

He scoffed. "Attention, yes. The good kind, no. I'm surprised a pretty girl like you is even talking to me."

A bashful smile. "You're too sweet. You're also too harsh. A handsome fellow like you shouldn't be ostracized just because you're built differently."

"Yeah, I wish that's how it worked." He finished another sip of brandy. He narrowed his eyes up at her. "Sorry, but you look kinda familiar."

Her brow lifted. "I do?"

"Yeah. I don't think we've met anywhere or anything. I don't know. It's like... I've seen your face somewhere. It's ringing some bells but I don't know where the sound's coming from."

"Interesting. Well, I definitely haven't met you before. I'd remember meeting someone who looks like you. No offense."

He laughed. "None taken. I get that a lot."

"I'm sure." She pinched the plastic arrow in her glass and began stirring it slowly. "So Harvey, are you still looking for a woman to spend the night with?"

His heart fluttered in his chest, throwing the weight out of his mind. He gulped, making his penis shrink in his mouth. "Yeah, I am. Are you?"

She maintained a slow stir of her drink. Her eyes did not blink as they locked onto his. "No," she said flatly.

His heart plummeted. "Oh."

"Because it looks like I've found him."

His hopes soared again, sitting him on an emotional roller coaster. "Oh yeah?" His face turned hot, a mix of the brandy getting to his head and some genuine excitement. "Does that guy happen to have his head on his crotch?"

"He sure does. I'm just wondering if he wants to spend the night with me too."

His pulse went into a frenzy. A buzz thrummed through his penis. He licked it against the inside of his bottom lip. "As a matter of fact, he really does."

She purred. "Mmm, glad to hear~" She pulled the arrow from her glass and reached it towards his mouth. The alcohol flavored olives glistened in front of him, stinging his nose with their tart aroma. He was hesitant to open his mouth given his penis, but was persuaded by a patient smile on her face. His jaws fell apart, showing her the shiny pink gum that wreathed his flaccid dog cock. She did not so much as flinch upon seeing it, instead laying the first olive on the inside of his lip. He closed his mouth around it and she slid the arrow out. Chewing on the olive blessed his mouth with a tart, acrid taste. Harvey hated olives, and yet this was the tastiest thing he'd ever eaten in his life.

Lilly helped herself to the second olive and placed the arrow back in its glass. They shared a moment of silence, staring at each other and eating their olives. Lilly swallowed hers before downing the rest of her martini with a backwards throw of the head that swung the gold loops on her ears. She let out a crisp sigh and put the glass down on her napkin.

"Hurry up and finish that drink," she said. "I want you to buy us a room, if you haven't already."

He'd totally forgotten about the brandy still cradled in his paw. He hadn't even gone through half of it. "Oh, yeah." He took a deep swig, instantly making himself cringe with the sheer amount of bitter alcohol that singed his cock. That wasn't all of it. He had to take a few more moments before finishing off the rest with another swig.

He set the glass on the bar, clacking it on the wood and rattling the ice inside. "Ah... OK. I'm ready."

Lilly stood up from her stool. "Come on. Lobby's this way." Her suaveness was gone, replaced by curt authority that demanded immediate action. She spun around, swinging out her long, blonde dog tail and marching to the lobby, her heels clopping confidently.

Harvey got off the chair to follow her, nearly toppling over from the buzz that had fallen over his eyes. As he hurried after her he made sure to turn around and give the bartender one last look. He gave Harvey a thumbs up and a smile, something Harvey was sure to return in kind.

The front desk was manned by an elderly duoc monkey. She smiled at the two soon-to-be-lovers, unbothered by Harvey's head placement as she had already seen it. "How can I help you two?" she asked.

Lilly didn't say anything. She looked down at Harvey expectantly.

"Oh! Uh, yeah. We'd like a room, please. Just for the night."

"OK." The lady tapped away at her computer. "We have 9 openings starting at $365 up to $789. Would you like to hear our other prices?"

"Is the 789 one on the top floor?" Lilly asked suddenly.

"Yes ma'am."

"Then we'll take that one."

It felt like an anvil had fallen on Harvey's gut. $789??? I only budgeted for $500! He held his tongue and gulped. It's OK. I guess that'll be motivation to work overtime at the office for some extra cash. I can afford it. I hope...

"Alright!" chirped the duoc while tapping away at her keyboard. "That's one night in the deluxe suite for $789. What name should I put that under?"

Harvey sighed through his nose quietly. "Oak." He pulled his wallet out and opened it. Then he remembered something. "Oh, wait. I gotta pay the bar first."

"Don't worry about that," said Lilly. "I'm pretty sure the bartender knows to put it on your bill."

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense." He held the card out to the lady. He couldn't see it from beneath the counter, but hearing her swipe it down the reader made him cringe. She gave it back to him. "Thanks," he said sarcastically.

"And thank you!" She pulled two key cards from her desk and slid them into an imprinter. She handed one to them both. "Your room is on top floor, number 508. Have a good night!"

The two of them thanked her and went to the elevator. It opened when they clicked the button and they stepped inside. Not even the elevator could escape the Valentine theme with a pink carpet and heart shaped floor buttons. Now that there was a beautiful woman beside him, Harvey was starting to feel embarrassed.

Lilly hit the fifth floor button and the cabin began to lift. It was awkwardly quiet in there, the space between them feeling closer than it was. With Harvey's head on the same plane as her ass he had to fight the urge not to look over and ogle it, even though it was probably acceptable at that point. The issue wasn't getting caught looking at her body. The issue was getting an erection too soon and making things even more awkward.

The issue worsened with Lily hooking an arm around his trunk and pulling him into her. They collided hip to hip, the weight of their bodies bouncing off each other slightly. Harvey's surprised face flanked her thighs. His nose twitched involuntarily at the unmistakable smell of a bitch in heat. His cock stirred in his maw. He fought it back with a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter?" asked Lilly. "Nervous?"

He could only tilt his head at a small angle to look and see her smiling down at him coyly. He smiled back with much less tact. "Maybe. Been a while since I've slept with a beautiful girl such as yourself. You know, you never told me what it was you were into. You said you looked for guys who enjoyed the same stuff you did. What is it?"

She just continued her smile. "You'll see soon enough."

The elevator slowed to a halt on the fifth floor and opened up. They walked down the hall, hips glued together, finding room 508 soon enough. Lilly pressed her key card to the reader. The little red light switched to green and the lock fell open with a whrr-Clack! She opened it, revealing the most decadent display of cutesy romance Harvey had yet to see in that hotel. Amongst a cell of red and pink carpet were similarly themed dressers and wallpaper. At the center of the sprawling room was a massive, heart shaped bed burdened with a mountain range of fluffy pillows. When Harvey stepped inside he was immediately drawn to the ceiling which was nothing but panels and panels of crystal clear mirror.

He and his neckless shoulders stared back at him while Lilly casually walked the rest of the way to the bed. There she spun around and plopped her butt on the edge, craning one leg over the other and bouncing her foot. She rubbed the space next to her, paw running through the forest of pink fluff that textured the comforter. "Come here~"

His dick was thickening in his mouth already, knocking on the door of his back teeth. He gulped and strode to the bed where he sat down next to her, paws resting on his thighs respectfully. "Hi," he said, looking up at her whimsically.

"Hi there." She stood up and spun around in front of him. She closed his legs together and sat on his knees, straddling them. His neck was choked by his own thighs, squishing his jowls into his face. His gaze went straight up her dress, finding the moist white panties possessively pasted to the lips of her cunt. The smell wafted forth, walloping him in the nose. A throb surged through his pecker, forcing his teeth apart and bringing it to the gates of his lips.

Lilly massaged his shoulder and tugged at his tie. "Still wondering what I'm into?"

He nodded as much as his closed legs would allow. "Mmhmm." His voice sounded hollow like his mouth was full. It certainly was, but not with food.

"Take a guess~" Her fingers drifted down his tie and began fidgeting with it.

He was reluctant to speak given the impediment his stiffening cock created, but figured correctly that it was inescapable by this point. His mouth came open, and out flopped his penis, a red rocket of hot dog cock knotted at its root, pointed at the tip. "Bondage?" He spoke like... well... like his tongue was sticking out.

"Oh, I'm into more than just bondage, sweety." The paw on his shoulder drifted down to his collar and unraveled his tie. She pulled the first button. "I'm into taking wimpy, soft little men and making them my bitch. I humiliate them like the pitiful scum that they are." Her eyes drifted down to meet his gaze. "How does that sound? Does that describe you?"

His penis wasn't getting hard anymore. It jutted out of his puckered lips at its absolute stiffest, pulsing with the need to be punished. The jade eyes peering up at her just above it reflected the purest desperation. Harvey nodded. "Yeth ma'am..."

"Yeah," she said. "That's what I thought."

Then she shoved him as hard as she could by the chest, sending him into the mattress. His upper body bounced twice as the rapidly blurred room rematerialized into his shocked expression reflected in the mirror above him. He had come dangerously close to biting his dick, a precaution against which was to open his jaw as wide as it would go. He saw Lilly climbing the rest of the way up his lap, eclipsing his view of the mirrored ceiling with her scowling visage. Blocking most of his view was the colossal swell of her underbosom. He was reintroduced to the burning stench of her womanhood, now at an even more urgent level of need. His cock throbbed with excitement, squeezing loose the first bead of precum that slipped down his shaft with a warm, coppery taste.

"H-hi..." he muttered.

"Shut up."

His head recoiled back into his loins, struck by her authority.

"You're my little bitch now. I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with you and make sure you know how pathetic you are. You understand me?"

He nodded sharply. "Yeth ma'am."

"Good." She grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. White lace panties hugged the immense girth of her ass and hips. A deep trench was dug into it by the hungry nibble of her cunt. "See this? You're gonna have to do something about it, and I'm not gonna let you cum until I do. Is that clear?"

His nose crinkled against the feminine odor that breezed into his nostrils and burned his cock tongue. Slobber built inside of his mouth and permeated across his bottom lip. "Hahhh... Hahhh... Yeth... Yeth... Huhhh..."

"That's goddamn right, now let me show you who's boss." Lilly lifted herself off his lap and scooted up his body, bringing the bell of her dress over his face and completely consuming his vision. His nose scraped the underside of her G-string, a wet strip of burning cloth that drilled its merciless stench right into his olfactory bulb. The tip of his penis came with it, but did not linger there. Instead it was poked up into the long chasm of her ass crack, hotdogged between the two plush buns that clung to his entire face like a mask.

Lilly dropped her weight on his face, sinking his butt into the mattress. Harvey jerked as that deep crack of blubbery fluff swallowed the topside of his face. His nostrils were dragged past her pucker, a wrinkled crater of intense odor strong enough to make his entire face wrinkle. It was not unpleasant, though. He could withstand it when she gave more of it to him by grinding her ass up and down the length of his snout.

She swooped her ass up and back, bringing the center of her lush posterior to his nose before she would grind it back down and poke him into the root of her tail. His head and face went with the flow, rolling each way she dragged him. From his cock-sprouting mouth echoed moans and gasps fraught with emotion.

"Hahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ungghhhhhhhhhh..."

"Shut up, bitch. I know you fucking love my ass and so do you." She reached back and grabbed one ass cheek so she could jiggle and rub it on his face.

"Huhhh... Oh Gahd, I luff it. Huh... Yuh ath ith tho amathing..."

"Oh yeah? You want more of it, freak?"

"Yeth..."

"Yeah, you fucking better, 'cause you're getting more of it." She looked forward at his torso. His paws were over his shoulders, paws clenching and unclenching with the hump and grind of her ass. His tie hung down his trunk from the lapels limply. The white button shirt was wrinkled terribly.

It simply wasn't going to do. Lilly grabbed two fistfuls of shirt and pulled the halves apart. The buttons popped off like a burst from a machine gun. Pup-pup-pup-pup! Plastic nickels flew through the air and rolled across the bed. Beneath them was a plain white undershirt. It, too, had to go. She grabbed the collar of it with two paws, sank her claws into it, and gave it a nice ol' tear down the middle.

Rrrriiiiiiiiiiip!

The fabric fell apart with a few curt tugs, each one drawing the tear to the hem which she had to give some extra unf in order to properly separate. Once it had she yanked his shirts from under his torso and tossed them across the room. That left his pants. She paused the backwards grinding on his face so that she could turn around and straddle his belly, facing his legs. He was barely able to get a breath in before she sat down on his stomach and squeezed the wind out of him.

"Oof!" His face reeked of her intimates, a deliciously foul conglomerate of sweat, pussy juice, and booty stank. He could barely regain focus while she resumed the violent removal of his clothing. Those onyx claw tips pierced the khaki fabric and tore it apart like rice paper. He felt the chill of AC breezing across his orange legs as more of it was exposed. Before long he was down to just his socks, shoes, and underwear. They were extracted in short order.

Once Harvey was nude, Lilly sat back up and relaxed with a deep sigh. She reached over her head for her dress zipper and pulled it down. The constricting black fabric loosened around her and she was able to pull it over and off her body. That left her in matching white undergarments. The bra was removed casually and left to fall with her dress on the floor. Her panties were taken off less subtly as she employed her claws to rip them apart and sling them across the room.

Harvey watched in awe as she disrobed, left in the splendor of her full nature. All that was left were the two gold loops that hung from her ears. She adjusted her hair behind her before gliding her paws down her collar, smoothing them over her tits and then cradling them. "Mmmmmm..." She looked down at the man she kept pinned with her body. His eyes were rolled all the way up so that he could look back at her. "I bet the little bitch wants to cum, doesn't he?"

As if the raging erection jutting out his mouth wasn't indicator enough. "Yeth ma'am."

"That's right, but you still gotta make me cum first, remember?"

He nodded. "Mmhmm."

"That's right." Her paw came down to her pussy which she began to finger. "Mmmmm, I think I'm gonna grind on your cute little face until I cum my brains out. How does that sound?"

The squish of her pussy less than an inch from his ear was maddening. That did not include a smell so heavy that it sat on the back of his throat like frosting. He nodded. "That thounds amathing."

"Yeah, I think so too, but I have to warn you." She smirked devilishly. "I'm a squirter~"

He was allowed no protest before she reunited her body with his face, this time applying her soaked cunny to the bridge of his snout. His visor was completely shrouded by the underside of her groin, the forward cusp of her ass crack. On each eye was one juicy buttock while those starving girl lips squished themselves against his face.

"Ohhhh~" cooed Lilly. "That's a good slut. I like that. Mmmmmmm~" She humped him softly, rolling her hips back and forth so she could saw it up the impressive length of his snout.

His mouth hung open, sighing and gasping, rimming his lips with his rock hard pecker. It would swoop up towards his upper lip and try to meet her pussy as she brought it up to his nose. But just before he could slip inside she would draw back down, out of reach.

"No sir," she said sternly. "You're not getting so much as a taste of this pussy until I squirt. You know the rules. Don't make me say them again.

He let out a childish groan. "Unhhhhhhhhhh... Yeth ma'am."

"Now shut up and let me- Mmmm... And let me fuck your face, pathetic whelp."

Of course he obeyed, laying there like a good boy and savoring the hot grip of her quim sliding up and down his sniffer. His nostrils were in a frenzy, sucking in more of that queenly aura. She painted the upside of his face with the source. Some of it glistened on his nose and sat on the rim of his nostrils, letting in the odd drop to add a spark to his deathly arousal. He had been told not too, but he could not control the reach of his tongue whenever she would lift upwards. It was to no avail. As soon as that oily cock tip would come so much as near her flower she would swoop back down, holding him close, but ever so far.

Soft moans escaped her as joy glowed across her loins. One finger orbited her clit. The other massaged his thigh before drifting up the underside of his jaw where she found his fuzzy testes. Her fingers closed around it to create a grip just short of painful. He jolted and squeaked, causing her to cackle.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Huhhh... Don't worry. There's more I have waiting for these pathetic little guys. But for now... Mmmmmm... I'll tend to myself~" Her grinds up his snout grew more fluid. Steep ascents and sharp plummets turned the squish and squelch of her pussy audible enough for her to hear. Her head swooned back, spilling shiny gold hair down her shoulders. She moaned in earnest. "Huhhh... Ohhh... Yes... That's it... Ahhhh... Yes~"

She went faster and humped harder. Soft moans turned into soft shouts upon a steep rise in her pleasure. Leaning back with a paw on his abdomen kept her from falling over, the pleasure had begun to seize her muscles so completely. Sharp quivers overtook her inner thighs. Her jaw opened wider. Her features contorted into something even more theatrical, as did her voice.

"Huhhh! Huhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh God I'm gonna cum all over your face you- Huhhh! You fucking little bitch! Ohhhhhhh fuck!"

"Oh Gahd..." groaned the man face-deep in her pussy. "Yeth! Hahhhh! Fuhking cum on muh fathe! Yeth!"

Lilly's fingering turned into a rapid blur. The last few humps against his face were nothing but jackhammers before they were cut off by the sudden impact of her orgasm. Her head was thrown all the way back, whipping her hair and the ear loops. Jaw agape, she let loose a guttural scream directly towards the ceiling. "HUUUUUEEEGGGHHHUUUUUH- HHHHHH~~~!!!"

With the siren of her voice came a violent spasming of her abdomen. There was a venomous hiss as water geysered from her cunt. Crystalline juices rebounded off Harvey's snout in a multidirectional fountain of glimmering droplets that thudded about him and the comforter. She was able to hoist herself off him so that she could jimmy her finger against her clit and direct the spray directly onto his face. With his mouth held open by the jut of his erection he was forced to absorb almost every drop. His limited head traverse offered no escape. Each pulse of her squirt splattered against his visor which he could only flinch in defense.

The torrent slowed with the downswing of her ecstasy, though she could not stop the aftershocks from billowing out across her lower body and twitching her glutes. "Huhhhh... Huhhhh... Huhhhh... Oh God... Yes~ Hahaha..." She looked down and saw Harvey's utterly soaked features. He was cringing hard, head turned in a vain attempt to hide his immense shame. The orange and black fur across his head was spiked by the water. More of it dripped from her ravaged cunt. She made sure to aim it directly over his mouth to get a few drops in. "Yeeeaaaah, that's a good little bitch. Taste my fucking squirt. I know you love it."

He was bathed in humiliation. He felt tiny, weak, pathetic. Opening his eyes revealed Lilly's cunt being rubbed right over his mouth to get the rest of her ejaculation out. She was right, he did love it, and that filled him with so much shame he could hardly stand it. He his tongue out to catch her remaining drips like someone in a snow storm.

"Yeah, catch it, you dirty fucking animal. You liked getting squirted on, huh?"

"Yeh... Tho much... Ahhh..."

"That's damn right." She stopped rubbing her quim once it was clear nothing else would drip out.

"Ahhh... Can I cuhm now?"

"In a little bit, bitch. I'm not done with you, not even close." She came off him and stepped down from the bed on a pair of rubbery legs. She gave herself a shake and looked over her shoulder at him. "Don't you fucking move from that spot or else I'll rip your dick out through your mouth."

He nodded quickly. "Yeth ma'am."

Lilly made her way to one of the nearby dressers and opened the top drawer. Harvey couldn't see without moving his head, something he didn't dare do. He heard her pulling some things out and then coming back towards him with them. There was the ominous rattle and clink of chains. That did not bode well.

She climbed back onto the bed and stood next to him with her paws behind her back, hiding what she had gotten. "Roll over," she said. "On your belly."

Harvey didn't hesitate to obey. He rolled onto his stomach with his wet snout sunk into the comforter, hips lifted to make some room for his head. With his face hidden beneath him he really looked like a headless corpse. It didn't seem to bother Lilly who he felt kneeling down next to him. She grabbed both his wrists and pinned them over his lumbar.

Click-cick-cick!

Harvey felt soft cuffs clamp around his wrists. He tried pulling his arms around only to jerk the links taut. That much was to be expected, but it was not over for him yet. He jerked when he felt her fingers reach between his thighs and close around his nuts. A leather collar was tied around the root of his scrotum, pressing his nads out against the fuzzy orange skin like a fat, ripe plum. Lilly stood up. A stainless steel chain leash hung from her fist and bridged his balls which she gave a sharp tug.

Pain snapped through him like a whip crack. "Hyah!" He lifted his butt in the air automatically. Lilly did not stop tugging on his nads until his ass and tail were high in the air with his knees and shoulders holding him up. He looked like an ostrich with its head in the sand. His head and cock dangled below the cradle of his bodily pyramid. He panted around his cock. Drool globbed from his open mouth and onto the mattress. "Hahhh... Hahhh... Ahhhhhhh, Lilleh..."

"Shut up."

Another tug on his balls, another snapshot of pain. "Eep!"

"Now that's a cute sight. I've got you right where I want you, pathetic slut." Lilly stood behind him, suspending his boy bits in the air in their choke collar. "I bet you feel weak and pathetic now. Hmm?" She pulled the leash until his purse was mushed into his buttocks.

"Nnnnnnnn... Yah... I do... Huhhhhh..."

"That's fucking right." She admired the portrait before her: a man doubled over, his nuts in a vice and on a leash, his head suspended from his crotch with a raging boner poking out of his mouth. Nearby was a section of soaked comforter from where her orgasm had unleashed on his face. So bizarre yet satisfying, and she still wasn't done with him. She pulled the leash. "Come on, doggy. We're going for a walk."

"Ahh!" He was pulled backwards to the foot of the bed where he brought his feet down. With his paws behind his back he couldn't balance himself and almost keeled over when he tried standing up. Fortunately he was able to and avoided having his testes pulled taut on their cords. He came upright with Lilly behind him, the leash threaded through his legs. The pain in his nads did not fade, nor would they so long as they remained in a vice. They sat bundled in his scrotum feeling like they had been turned to lead, ready to rip through the bottom.

"Come on," Lilly said, her voice emanating from behind him like a malignant, unseen force. "Towards the door. We're going out."

Harvey's eyes went wide. "What? Noh. Wait. Lilleh, I-" A sharp pull quieted him. "Ahhhh!"

"Hush. We're going outside and showing everyone what a cutie you are." She walked away from him, dragging him along at the end of her leash. "Come on."

Resistance was futile. He backpedaled as fast as he could and came in front of her, letting the leash go slack, thank God. He spun around towards the door, dreading who would see him once he'd gone through it. It grew bigger as he walked closer, mocking him with its cheery pink facade. God, please, let this be some kind of scare tactic. That did not prove to be the case once Lilly opened it. The empty hallway loomed in front of him like the maw of a beast, ready to consume him. The open air breezed into the hotel room, chilling his exposed weiner and making him shiver.

Lilly gave him an upwards smack on the butt. "Get going."

"Hahhh! Yeth ma'am..." He sauntered forward, wearing an expression that reflected his dread. As he walked into the hall he saw that they were empty from end to end. He and Lilly were both nude. It may have been a sex hotel, but there had to have been rules against such public displays. I'll never be able to come here again.

He heard the door close behind him. "Don't worry. I have our keycard, and something else. Don't look back or else I'll rip your nuts off. Now, to the elevator. Go." While Harvey began his death march, Lilly shouted. "Hey! Everyone! Take a look at the meat I got here!"

An icicle stabbed Harvey in the heart, filling his veins with the cold water. He prayed that nobody would answer, that the doors would stay closed, that someone would yell at her to shut the fuck up.

His prayers went unanswered. Only a few moments after her announcement there was the echoey clack of doors being opened. Peering out were folk in the various stages of the night: either asleep or in the middle of fucking. There were couples, threesomes, foursomes, orgies, gimp suits, strap ons, straights, gays, lesbians, and every other variation God intended his creation to fornicate in. They saw Harvey in his state of misery, held out at the end of a leash, his cock at full staff out of his mouth.

Smiles and laughter all around. "Hey! Look at this guy!"

"Hahaha! In a bind, eh?"

"Damn, what happened to his head?"

"She's treatin' you right, ain't she?"

"Wooooooo! Lucky guy!"

Harvey's face had never been hotter as he was walked down the hallway amidst a gallery of amused onlookers. There were snickers and guffaws. He heard the click of a camera shudder and several more. No doubt some of them were taking videos. Compliments and jeers were hurled at him all the way to the elevator where he was yanked to a stop by his balls. Lilly hit the button. The elevator took its sweet ass time getting to their floor, prolonging Harvey's torture up to the point if finally dinged open. He did not have to be told to go inside.

Lilly followed and clicked the fourth floor button. Harvey groaned. "Wehr naht going-"

"All five floors," Lilly said flatly. "Yes, we are."

Harvey sighed. "Yeah, I figured."

They came to the fourth floor. Lilly made another announcement and lured more people from the works. Harvey was paraded again through a chorus of hoots and whistles coming from folk just as degenerate as he. Shame kept his head low, but his continuous erection and the way his tail wagged incessantly betrayed his intense delight from being Lilly's pet thing. They repeated on the third and second floors before Lilly brought him to the elevator and hit the ground floor button.

"Wait, I don' think thath a good ideah. We maht get in twouble."

"Don't worry about it."

"Lilleh..."

"I said don't worry about it."

The door closed and transported them to the first floor. They stepped out into the lobby where the duoc lady was still behind her desk reading a magazine. So, too, was the panda behind the bar. They both noticed the queer looking pet and his master walking down the lobby in their nudity. Harvey braced for a screeching demand for them to get out.

Instead they got a cute smile. "You two having fun?"

"Oh yeah," hooted Lilly. "Aren't we darling?" She pulled on his nuts from behind him.

"Mmf! Yeth ma'am..."

"Aww," went the duoc. "That's very sweet."

Harvey looked over at the panda at the bar. He was cleaning a glass when he gave Harvey another thumbs up. Even if Harvey's paws were free he would not have returned it, not when there were a few patrons at the bar ogling the macabre caravan trotting by.

They made it to the front entrance. Lilly walked up beside him and shoved the door open.

"No, Lilleh..."

She whipped the leash. "Go."

He staggered through the door, out into the humid summer night. His feet paws scraped on the sidewalk. An errant breeze chilled his pecker and brushed his buttocks. It wasn't cold, and yet he began to shiver. It worsened significantly when he saw people walking past. Numerous double takes were performed as they spotted the nude couple out in front of the hotel. Cars slowed down as they passed. A group of girls giggled themselves silly as they walked past directly in front of him. Lilly didn't make an announcement. She didn't need to. The streets were alive with onlookers ready to witness Harvey's abject humiliation.

While his knees knocked together and his paws jittered in their cuffs he heard Lilly inhale deeply. "Mmmmmmm, a lovely night, I think. Wouldn't you say so?" she asked with a pull on his purse.

"Nyahhh... Yeth ma'am."

"Yeah, I agree, but I know what'll make it even better~" She stepped up behind him and held something out in front of his face, something she had kept hidden since they left the hotel room.

Harvey didn't recognize it at first. It looked like a big, black check mark or something. A lever maybe? Lilly tilted it against the neon lights, offering a more complete view of its shape. Harvey gasped. Terror materialized in his gut, twisting it into knots. "Lilleh... Wait..."

"No," she said. "I'm done waiting. I've been wanting to peg your cute little behind all night, and now I'm going to for the world to see."

Perched in her paw was a dildo, specifically a feeldoe. Operating like a strapon, it had a fat bulb that sprouted from the root of the shaft for insertion into the vagina. In that position the shaft would jut forward like a penis, offering both parties the pleasure of being fucked. Harvey, while never opposed to the idea of pegging, had never experienced it, let alone amidst the city streets for everyone and their mother to watch.

His trembling intensified. "Lilleh..."

She put the tip of the dildo over his mouth. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. You'll enjoy it, trust me."

Harvey didn't doubt that, but whether his shame could withstand it was another monster entirely. Lilly brought the dildo to her crotch. The bulb went into her cunt and stayed there when she let go. The dildo, her cock by all aspects, reached its black silicone shaft towards Harvey's bum threateningly. She held it with one hand and closed the gap between them.

"Bend over~" she whispered into his ear.

"Nnngggghhhhh..." Harvey obeyed, jutting his chunky butt out at her with his orange wolf tail flicked up into a curl, a not-so-subtle hint towards his eagerness.

Lilly pulled one of his haunches apart so that she could lay eyes on his pucker. She touched the dildo to it. That small tap sent a shockwave through Harvey. His lungs seized on a gasp. Instinct told him to resist, but was overruled by the arousal begging him to cum finally. Lilly held onto his hips and pulled him back. The pressure on his donut grew until finally the ring dilated and fitted the fake glans of her cock.

Fierce sensations rippled through him. Joy stretched his features and made him moan. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Ohhhh... Huhhhh..."

Lilly massaged his back. "Mmmm, that's a good boy. You like cock in your ass, don't you?"

No point in lying. "Ohhh! Huhhh! Yeth! Lilleh! Nnngghhhh..."

"Mmmm, that's right bitch. Let me hear it." She pushed her hips forward, sliding deeper into his gaped backside and crushing his boy buzzer. Joy burst across his loins. A glassy drop of precum bled from his cock tip and plipped on the concrete below. Her plunge into his ass was slow until she had him to the hilt. His haunches flattened against her hips. With his prostate smushed into a jam he could not stop the flow of moans echoing from around his cock.

"Unhhhh! Uhhhuhhhh! Yeth! Ohhh..."

"Oh, shut up, slut. I haven't even started fucking you yet. You're not gonna cum already and leave this crowd disappointed, are you?"

Crowd? He looked to his right. Congregated along the width of the sidewalk were a gaggle of folk filming his predicament. They pointed and laughed. One girl waved. He looked to the left and saw a mirror of the same thing. More laughter. The panda from the bar had left his post to watch. He gave Harvey yet another thumbs up.

Lilly pulled the full length of her dildo back until only the head remained inside. A deep thrust followed, slow but authoritarian. No amount of willpower could've stopped the moan that blew out of Harvey as a result. With the pure bliss of having his ass fucked was the mind-ripping misery of humiliation. He could do nothing but look out across the street, away from his onlookers. Even then he was not safe as a few cars had come to a complete stop in the middle of the street to film his butt getting crammed.

Lilly fucked him at an even pace, leaving the slice of harsh words to pile to punish him. She grabbed his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing her lips to his black ear. It was folded back on the top of his head, aiming back at her. She whispered into it. "You like that? Hmmm? My little fuck toy?"

He didn't have the words. "Uhhhh! Nyuhhhhh! Ohhh fuck! Ahhhhhhh!"

"Yeah, I bet you do. Mmmmmmmmm. You're a little sissy girl, aren't you? You like getting fucked in front of a bunch of people. I can tell." Her paws drifted from his shoulders and onto his pecs, cupping them like breasts. She scratched and pulled at his chest floof. His beady nipples were subject to tweaks and pinches.

His response was downright mournful. "Unnnnhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Yeah, that's right. Mmf. Sing for me, slut. Let everyone know how good it feels to have your pussy fucked. Yeah... I know I like it." Her wagging tail was evidence enough. It swung behind her clenching buttocks in broad arcs, whooshing through the air. Harvey's tail wagged too, though it was restrained by the buxom woman humping him from behind.

What happiness that couldn't be expressed through tail wagging was more than signaled through his desperate moaning. "Ahhhhhh-hah-hahhhhhh! Lilleh! Uhhhhhh! Huhhhhh!"

"Shhhhhhhhhh, that's enough." Her humping slowed to a stop. Harvey was on the precipice of an ethereal climax like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Immediately he came plummeting down, reserved to soft whimpers and having more precum dribbling from his cock. Lilly addressed the crowd. "Alright, folks. Show's over. Doggy's time to cum will be upstairs." A few folk groaned their disappointment as they left. The panda, snickering to himself, walked back to the hotel. She whispered into Harvey's ear. "You've been such a good boy. You ready to cum?"

His wounded whines should've been answer enough. "Huhhhhh... Lilleh... Please..."

"Alright. Come on." She pulled the dildo out of his butt. "Let's go back upstairs."

Pleasure still ringing through his bum and the worst case of blue balls made worse by the collar still holding him hostage, Harvey walked like a zombie back to the elevator and up to the fifth floor. He was hardly cognizant through their brief walk to 508 which Lilly unlocked with her key card. Once they were inside she did him the favor of removing the collar from his nuts and the cuffs from his wrists. The mere dissipation of pain in his crotch was like an orgasm on its own. A relieved sigh shuddered out of him while he rubbed his beleaguered jewels.

Lilly came around in front of him and laid her arms on his shoulders. Her wet pussy buzzed in front of his penis, sharing the heat of their sexes. He watched in shock as she calmly parted her legs and slid her cunt over the top of his tongue, finally blessing it with the taste of her quim. It was metallic and sweet, something that made his salivary glands go into hyperdrive. His eyes rolled into his head. The sweetest euphoria washed over his brain from that touch alone.

Lilly teased herself on his cock, holding it with the tips of her fingers and sawing her pussy over the top of it. "You've been a good boy tonight, a nice little bitch. You're pathetic and weak, and I like that." She tilted her head. "Think that means you deserve to cum?"

Harvey wasn't looking at her. His eyes were crossed on that beautiful set of flesh petals gliding up and down his tongue, blessing him with her taste. "Yeth..." he whispered, more a statement of approval than an answer to her question.

"Mmmm, I agree~" Suddenly Lilly grabbed his shoulders and launched herself into the air. Her broad, muscular legs wrapped around his trunk, nearly toppling him over with her weight. Fortunately he snapped back to reality and got his paws underneath her ass in time. That hot, swampy chalice hovered over his face again. He gawked at it at first, certain that it was too good to be true. Sensing his hesitation, she told him. "Do it, sweety, and cum inside me too."

He didn't have to be told twice. With a tightened grip on her ass he aimed his tongue at her flower and pulled her down on it. It penetrated her gate with a crisp skwish. Steamy, velvet flesh gripped his pecker full force. His nose sank into the frizz of her pubes. His eyes rolled into his head. That succulent, feminine taste turned his brain into mush. He reeled his hips back and humped hard, slamming his cock into her pussy and mashing his face on her groin.

Lilly threw her head back, genuine pleasure making her moan. "Huhhh!"

Harvey fucked her hard, hammering his hips at a rapid rate and yanking her ass cheeks down just as quickly. His nose slammed so hard into his pubis that he thought he might break it, but he didn't care. Any and all pain was worth the bliss that awaited him at this point. It was rocketing already, thundering him towards an awesome climax. It broke out of him at last, a barrage of ropes spewing out the tip of his tongue and battering her womb.

His triumph bellowed out from between their meshed bodies, muffled by the great mask of crotch that smothered him. "HUUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" His hips bucked wildly. The muscles in his thighs vibrated beneath him, threatening to collapse. His strength held, and he kept Lilly aloft for the full length of his orgasm.

He hadn't lasted long, though Lilly certainly didn't expect him to. She kissed his shoulders where his head would be. Every pulse of his cock muscle brought a burst of seed that beat into her inner flesh. "Goooooood boy. That's it. Mmmmmmm~"

He finished cumming and gasped loudly. Panting hard, he pulled his tongue out from her pussy. A thickish slag of ivory followed, falling to the carpet nastily in one, thin column of spunk. His mouth penis, already down for the count, slumped over his bottom lip. The knot at the entrance of his throat had bloated, stopping him from closing his mouth all the way.

Lilly pulled herself from him and patted his cheek. "Good boy. That was everything I hoped it would be. How about you?"

He looked up at her through half-closed lids made heavy by his drunkenness. "Nnnnnnnn..."

She giggled. "Glad you thought so." She went back to where his ruined clothes were. She picked up everything that was his except for his pants. She also brought her panties which were still wet and torn apart. His shirts were thrown at his chest then fell to the floor in front of his feet. "Here, get dressed. You look crazy. Oh, and cover your dick up with this." She took her panties and crammed them in his mouth.

"Ulf!" His penis, still trying to go soft, telescoped into itself atop his knot. His cheeks blew out with the panties clogging them. Immediately he started chewing on them, suckling that sweet flavor.

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Pathetic." She helped put his shirts back on, though the undershirt was mostly just tatters and threads while the over shirt couldn't be closed thanks to the great exodus of buttons. She tucked something deep into his shirt pocket and patted it. "That's thanks for the night, sweety. You get home safe. Thanks for the room."

Then she twirled him around, opened the door, and shoved him out into the hallway, all by himself.

* * *

The ride home was uneventful, fortunately for him. He was forced to take the bus home, paid by the couple dollar bills Lilly had tucked into his breast pocket. With them were several more hundreds, bringing the total to exactly $1005. There was a note that read:

'Til next time, my little bitch~

555-555-8900 ????

Such a hefty reimbursement and a beautiful woman's number sobered Harvey out of his shock, though any celebration was cut short by his fellow bus goers snickering at the panties hanging out of his jaws.

"Fun night?" asked one cheeky passenger.

Harvey just smiled back at him. "You betcha."

After a loooooooong night's sleep and a morning of walking funny he decided to text her. She responded later in the day.

Lilly: I'm glad you enjoyed last night. I did too. I hope my gift makes up for everything.

Harvey: Oh definitely! Maybe we can do that again sometime?

Lilly: Sure ????. Just name the time and the place, sugar. I'll do anything you want me too. I'll be extra evil. ????

He shuddered to think.

Harvey: Hell yeah~

That coming Monday Harvey came to work with his head held high, figuratively speaking, of course. He knew Mr. Bridges was going to chew into him, but he didn't really care. He already had a date set with Lilly for the next weekend, one he knew was going to be crazy. Whatever Bridges threw at him wasn't going to ruin that for him. He came into Bridges' office later that afternoon to deliver some reports. To his pleasant surprise, Bridges seemed to be in an amiable mood that day.

"Thanks, Harvey. You're doing a good job."

It caught Harvey off guard. "Really? Thanks!"

"Yeah, I thought I might be treating you guys too harshly, ya know?"

Yes, I do know. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, and someone told me I oughtta be nicer, so I will." Bridges chuckled. "They even referred to you specifically."

"Me? Who-?"

His breath caught in his lungs. Horror made his eyes go round as they drifted to Bridges' desk. There, in a framed photo, was his smoking hot wife, a tall afghan hound with blonde fur, broad hips, big tits, and gold loops in her ears. She was latched to Bridges' side in the photo, wearing what looked like a forced smile.

"Oh, just someone at home," Bridges went on, not noticing Harvey's moment of raw terror. "Looks like you've got a guardian angel."

Harvey snapped his gaze back up at his boss. His heart was pounding out of his chest. His jaw was locked. "Y-yeah. Ahem! I guess- Mmm... I guess I do."

"Alright, Harvey. See ya 'round."

"Yup." That's all Harvey had to say before he did an about face and zoomed out of Harvey's office, deciding that maybe his date the coming weekend wasn't such a good idea anymore.

THE END