Rose's Thorns
After years of being Violet's bottom girl, Rose is eager to try a role reversal, and in a big way. Violet, reluctant to let her more vulnerable side surface, agrees to give Rose a shot at taking charge. She might regret that decision, however, as Rose has been fostering a diabolical urge to dominate. Violet quickly finds herself in the position of Rose's pet and is properly taught how to be a good mutt for her mistress. She endures punishment and praise and, like a good show dog, is eventually bred, all by Rose's firm, domineering paw. As the two slip deeper into their new roles, their instincts begin to take over, and all rationality takes a back seat, devolving into something feral. By the end of the night, Violet will find out how deep Rose's "thorns" can cut, both physically and psychologically. Luckily for Violet, she also finds out how much she likes it.
This is an erotic BDSM story featuring my cutegirl couple, Rose and Violet. I hope everyone reading this enjoys it as much as I did writing it. If you do enjoy it, give me a follow, because I plan on continuing these two's exploration with various kinks. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Rose's Thorns
Written and edited by: MountainKitty
"Stop iiiiiiit!" Rose giggled, her whole body twitching and writhing over the couch cushions, legs kicking about. "Violet! Please!" Her reluctant laughter twisted her cries for mercy. An involuntary kick smoked her coyote lover in the thigh, eliciting a grunt of unexpected pain from her.
It was supposed to be movie night for the two, the one night every weekend where the couple would set aside thoughts about running their salon and abandon any social obligations. Rose would make a big buttery bowl of popcorn, big enough to stuff both their bellies, and they'd stay up till three in the morning watching a few flicks. It reminded them of their first night together.
And much like that first night together, tonight's movie night included alcohol...
They'd barely managed to get thirty minutes into their second film before it was no longer being enjoyed as intended, simply becoming background noise for the two as they made out on the couch. As the booze took a firmer hold of their senses, their kissing devolved into tickling, the majority of which was being doled out by Violet, as usual.
The cheetah thrashed about as Violet ravished her with her nimble fingers, squealing and growling. "St-ha-ha-hap! Violet! Ssstopit!" She howled through compulsive giggles and uncontainable laughs. She'd growl through clenched teeth in a bid to stop her unwanted vocations, just long enough to catch a breath before another deluge of laughter would start again.
"Had enough, spots?" Violet devilishly asked. A broad, toothy grin expressed her diabolical glee as she tickle-tortured her girlfriend.
"Yes! Yesh! Pleashe, cud id oud!" Rose pleaded, her teeth bared and her jaw clamped shut. Her words hissed with an incline of irritation, so Violet backed off the cheetah. She'd rather preserve the mood, Rose's modesty, and the couch cushions, opting to relinquish her hands lest her spotted lover accidentally soil herself.
Violet sat cross-legged on her cushion and rested her hands on her lap. Rose's breath came in heaving puffs, and her chest rose and fell to match. She pushed herself off her back, propping her body up with her arms as she caught her breath. Violet flashed a satisfied smirk while she watched Rose gather her bearings.
"Fuck...you." Rose panted.
To an outside observer, she might have come across as furious with the coyote. But Violet could hear the underlined arousal in her voice. With the alcohol in her system, their prior makeout session, and the intense teasing thrust upon her by Violet's fingers in the form of tickles, Violet could tell there was a flush of pink under the fur on her face and subtle dampness between the legs. She could smell the latter and leaned back on her outstretched arms, closing her eyes briefly.
Those few moments were more than enough for Rose. She prepared to pounce on her girlfriend, tapping into latent instincts. The cheetah sat up on her cushion, folding her legs beneath her. She crouched low, arms and hands bowing as they held her upper body aloft, her tail lashing about behind her.
Violet's eyes opened a second too late. Her gaze was met by Rose's predatory stare. The coyote's self-satisfied smirk melted away when she noticed the cheetah's butt wiggle and haunches tense. By then, it was it was all over. All she could do was brace for impact.
In one explosive motion, Rose bolted from her spot and tackled the taller coyote, pushing her down onto her back and straddling her lap. Violet let out a startled *yipp!*
Rose growled from atop her girlfriend as she loomed over her prey. She lurched forward, opening her maw. Her teeth clamped down on Violet's neck, grasping a hefty chunk of the coyote's hide between her jaws.
Violet squealed, then moaned. "Geez, somebody's feeling frisky." Rose let go of her girlfriend and backed off so she could look Violet in the eyes with a sensual, predatory glare. Her hand pressed lightly down on the coyote's throat. Violet felt the feline's claws prickling the flesh beneath her pelt and shivered.
"Oh, you have no idea..." Rose growled, her rumbling voice dripping with lust. "You worked me up something fierce. Got me hungry, too. So now I'm gonna make a meal out of you."
"Oh, are we ordering pizza again? Cause If we do, I'd _love_to take my turn dressed with the toppings." Violet teased. Rose let out a quick growl.
"No pizza this time, you little mutt," Rose grumbled. Violet's fur bristled as the word 'Mutt' penetrated her ears. Those ears pinned back against her head, and she swallowed a lump in her throat. "I'm gonna pin you down and eat you alive." The cheetah bent down and latched onto Violet's neck again. Violet squealed and wrapped her bare, furry legs around Rose's waist, her pajama shorts bunching up at her hips.
Violet loved this kind of attention. Rose was definitely the more submissive one in their relationship, but she had her moments taking on a more dominant role, moments speckled over their love life like the black spots on Rose's fur. Violet liked it. Frankly, she found it rather cute, and it gave her a chance to relax, take a back seat, and allow the cheetah to take the reins of lovemaking with little effort on her part. Deep down, she wished her lover would do it more often.
She had no idea what Rose was capable of...
Nor did she have any idea what she was in store for tonight. Unbeknownst to her, Rose had fostered a pent-up urge to assert herself in a most domineering way. Tonight, Rose was going to be in charge, and she was going to make Violet her bitch. She just had to set the tone. If only Violet would give her the opportunity, that was. The canine didn't exactly have the most submissive personality. She was a tough cookie to crumble.
"Oh, yeah? You think you can take on this mutt, do you?" She asked, a well-earned arrogance in her sultry tone. Rose wanted to end the coyote's overconfidence. Violet yipped as Rose bit her harder, her pelt barely thick enough to withstand Rose's feline fangs. "Ow! What's gotten into you, spots?" She asked curiously, stifling a giggle. Rose's head appeared above hers once again.
"I'm in charge tonight." She answered sternly, a feline growl underlying her words. "That's what's gotten into me. And I'm gonna get into you soon enough, if you know what I mean." The sudden presence of Rose's hand between Violet's legs made the coyote grin.
"So you're just gonna bite me and stroke me off?" She asked, teasing the horny girl on top of her. Rose dug her fingers into Violet's feminine mound through her shorts. The coyote's subsequent moan broke her sense of superiority like a twig.
"Rose-" She began to say, her voice decaying into more of a whimper.
"Shush," Rose commanded. "You're my little mutt tonight; mutts only speak when told to." Her voice was firm, biting, and rumbled with a purr as she spoke. It was a far toss from the effervescent way Rose usually spoke. Violet loved it, and she melted beneath her girlfriend like butter in a warm pan.
"O-okay." Violet whimpered, going along with it. She shrunk into the cushions under her girlfriend, a puppy-like expression spreading across her face.
"Good girl." Rose praised. She scratched behind Violet's ear. Violet adored the puppy treatment, but this was too typical. Rose did this too often. Violet wanted something exciting tonight. She didn't want to just 'let' Rose take control. She wanted Rose to assert control over her unquestionably. To break her... How far would the cheetah actually stand up to her if she pushed back?
Rose, who thought her canine combatant 'defeated,' let her guard down, unknowingly presenting an opportunity for the coyote to break free. As her hand scratched Violet's ear and her other hand stroked between her legs, Violet saw a chance to gain the upper hand.
Violet's hands lurched forward, grabbing under the cheetah's exposed armpits. Utilizing those muscles she'd earned at the rock-climbing gym, she rose off the couch, pushing Rose in tandem. Rose made a startled chirp at the sudden pushback from her girlfriend. She was swiftly removed from Violet's lap, her round bottom landing on the cushion behind her.
She had no time to react. Violet was on her, bypassing the cheetah's legs and sitting square on Rose's hips. The feline growled and thrashed beneath her, but Violet hurriedly grasped Rose's wrists and restrained her girlfriend. "Pinned yah." Violet mocked.
"Grrrrrr," Rose growled, her voice cracking with frustration. "Let me go! Get off me, you brat!"
Violet gazed down at her predator-turned-prey with an amused smirk on her muzzled face. Her tail thrashed behind her, accentuating her satisfaction with the sudden turn of events.
"You're going to have to try harder than that if you want to get the better of me this time, spots." She teased, knowing Rose was blushing under her facial fur.
"No!" Rose snarled. "I wanna be on top tonight!" She wriggled desperately under the coyote's oppressive hold to free herself. Violet turned her head to the ceiling and let out a victorious, maniacal cackle.
"Then you'll just have to work for it, kitten." She craned her head down and smothered the cheetah's neck with kisses, adding a few nips that made the angry feline chirp with each tiny prick to her pelt.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Rose wailed, but her tongue-in-cheek threat did little to waver Violet. Instead, she slid off the cheetah and scooped Rose off the couch like a firefighter, saving her from a burning building.
Rose immediately refused her 'savior.' She thrashed in Violet's arms, but the determined coyote kept her tantrum-throwing partner in check. Despite the coyote's time at the gym and Rose's slim form, Rose was still a little heavy for her. Carrying her full weight strained her arms and back. Yet, with a few corrective steps, Violet centered her balance and began hauling the angry feline to their bedroom while grunting and snickering to herself.
Violet kicked the bedroom door open with her foot and stomped over to their bed. Rose let out an angry chirp as Violet threw her onto it. Its frame squeaked, taking on the abruptly added weight of the cheetah as she bounced on the foam mattress.
The second Rose hit the duvet, Violet was on her, moving fluidly onto the bed and crawling over her girlfriend, straddling her legs before sitting on them. She slipped her pajama shirt off and threw it to the floor, leaving her furry chest bare. Breasts and all.
"Such a defenseless little kitty you are. What are you going to do with me on top of you?" Violet teased, flashing the growling feline a wicked smile. Rose squirmed, kicking her feet and batting her polished claws at Violet's hands as they lowered to grasp her wrists again. Her hands slipped past Violet's and landed on her collarbones, pressing back against the invading coyote, coming again to smother Rose in kisses and love bites, her hands going for Rose's waist.
"Grrrr. Get off!" Rose growled. But her struggles were futile. Violet's strength was too great for her. Sure enough, the canine was licking and biting her in no time.
"No can do, kitten. You'll make an easy meal for me." She murmured in Rose's ear. Her mouth went back for more, but Rose had other ideas.
Rose grabbed Violet's shoulders and twisted her own body in an unexpected burst of energy. Violet yipped as she lost balance, her body thrown to the side. She landed on the duvet next to where Rose had been. Rose followed through, clinging to her lover and ending up on top of the coyote, straddling her hips.
"Defenseless kitten, huh?" Rose haughtily spat back at her. Her hands grabbed Violet's now exposed breasts, kneading her claws into them. It was Violet's turn to squirm under her girlfriend. "Be a good mutt for me, and I might let you off...and get you off...unscathed."
Violet just smiled up at her. Soft scrapes and prickles of Rose's claws cascaded over her breasts, and an approving *Oooh* escaped past her parted lips. Rose's left leg swiftly repositioned over Violet's right, nestling Violet's leg between Rose's. The cheetah lowered her hips, intent on grinding against her girlfriend's thigh. Her baby blue nightshirt collected around her hips, draping over Violet's leg. Rose sighed, blushing beneath her fur. "I'm gonna use you as my toy before I eat you." She breathed.
"Are you now?" Violet replied with a shit-eating grin on her face. Rose's mouth parted to match the coyote's.
"Oh, yes," Rose said in one maliciously sultry breath. She pulled her lips back and bared her teeth, playfully growling at her prey. Rose's hand abandoned Violet's breast, and she stroked her head fur back while stroking her cotton-concealed mound over Violet's thigh. The cheetah loosed a long breath, concentrating on her own arousal.
"I thought you said you were going to let me off unscathed. Now you're going to eat me anyway?" Violet asked, her smirk growing wider and toothier. Rose shot her an irritated look, unappreciative of Violet's nitpicking.
"Shut your mouth, mutt." She commanded, taking her hand off her head and wrapping it around Violet's snout. Violet's smirk persisted, for she was simply biding her time. "Got anything smart to say now?" Violet's tail wagged over the duvet, what little it could with it pressed under her. "Speak, mutt," Rose ordered, releasing her grip so Violet could reply.
"Arf..." Violet said with half-hearted jest. A faint smile curved her lips as she looked back at Rose, unamused. Rose feigned offense, frowning and sneering at her prey.
"Oh, c'mon now, you can do better than that." She said. "Here, I'll help you bark properly." She leaned down to suck Violet's breast, now no longer clutched in her hand. She intended to take as much of the furry flesh in her mouth as possible, then clamp her jaws down until Violet yipped, but her mouth would never reach the supple pink nub. Violet saw an opportunity to flip Rose over and took it without hesitation.
A moment before Rose's teeth grazed her partner's body, the coyote reached up with both hands and grabbed Rose's torso, just above her waist. With a gleeful giggle, twist, and shove, she rolled Rose in the same direction Rose moved her.
"Nooooo!" the cheetah cried in vain, her domineering desires yet unfulfilled. Any hope that she might have bested her girlfriend was dashed in one frustrating move.
Unfortunately, when Rose rolled on top of Violet, the two ended up near the edge of the bed, leaving little room to their right. The cheetah's right arm and leg grazed the mattress as she went over the side.
Rose chirped as she fell, a dull thud succeeding it. The second Violet saw her partner disappear over the side of the bed, she was up, pushing herself to her knees. She looked over the side to see Rose shuffling her upper body off the floor by her elbows, having landed on her back.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Violet apologized, speaking so fast she nearly fumbled her words. "I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear. I thought we were closer to the middle." Her eyebrows knitted at the grunting feline attempting to sit up. "Are you okay?" She asked with the utmost concern, merely glad their bed wasn't too high off the floor.
Rose just let out a shaky sigh and used a hand to wipe fresh tears from her face. The moist glimmer of the room's light off Rose's glossy eyes drew Violet's attention. The coyote slid off the bed and kneeled before her girlfriend. "Hey," Violet murmured. She held out her hand to wipe the tears from Rose's eyes, but the cheetah softly but dejectedly swatted her hand away.
"You took it too far this time, Violet." She said, sniffling. Violet let out an empathetic whine at her girlfriend's obvious hurt.
"I know. I'm sorry. I promise it was an accident..." Violet explained. "Are you all right?"
Rose groaned. "Yeah, I'm fine. I mean...I'm not hurt...not physically." She answered, wiping the last of the tears off her face. Violet crawled beside her and put a hand on the cheetah's shoulder.
"What's up?" She asked, brushing the longer locks of head fur out of Rose's face. She did the same to her own black locks of black hair. Rose sighed again, sitting up and crossing her legs.
"I feel like I can never take on a more dominant role in our relationship. Like, I feel like you're always in charge, and sometimes... I wanna take charge...but...you make it so difficult." She explained.
"Like what?" Violet asked, intrigued.
"Okay, for starters, I'm smaller and slimmer than you, so I feel like our dynamic's already been decided from the get-go. Then there's the fact that you also run the salon, take me out on our dates, and for the past five years of our relationship, you've almost always been on top when we're intimate. The few times I'm on top, you treat it like it's this...cute thing, a novelty. I feel like you're just letting me be top instead of me 'really' being on top."
Violet frowned and looked away in thought. She made a short 'hmm' and then gaped like she was about to say something but stopped. She didn't know what to say, so she just said the first thing that came to mind when Rose presented these relationship dilemmas.
"You're right. And...I hear you." She started, pausing to choose her following words carefully. "I had no idea you felt this way. You never talked to me about this, so I didn't know."
"Yeah...I know." Rose replied. "I guess I just wanted it to happen naturally."
Violet nestled up to Rose and wrapped her arm around the cheetah's waist.
"You're right. I guess I have been pretty 'top-heavy,' so to speak. We're two parts of a whole, and if you feel like you're not getting what you need in our relationship, then we need to rectify the issue." She took Rose's hand in hers. "What do you want to try? I'm completely open to trying anything you have in mind. Well...almost anything..."
"I dunno," Rose murmured bashfully, pulling her legs to her chest, making a tent of her nightshirt. "There is something special I've been saving for a while now, but honestly, I've been kinda shy to try it out. I don't know if you'd be into it."
"Then why don't we try it? It can't hurt, can it?" Violet reasoned, comfortingly rubbing her lover's shoulder blade.
"Well," Rose peeped from behind her knees. "It won't hurt me, at least..." The comment had Violet's interest immediately piqued. Her eyebrows rose as she let out a sultry chuckle.
"Oh! So, it'll hurt me, then?"
"Yeah," Rose said, her voice still mousy. "But, in a...good way?"
"Okay, well, now you have my attention," Violet said, tail flapping behind her.
"Yeah?" Rose asked, emerging from her protective pose, ears perking.
"Hell yeah. Do whatever you need to make this happen. I'd love to see what you've got 'saved for me.' Show me, show me, show me, show me!" Violet exclaimed. Her excitement was infectious, and Rose's lips soon curled into a cheerful smile.
"Okay! I just need, like, five or ten minutes to get ready. Then...you're mine." She boasted. It warmed Violet to see her partner's mood take such a positive turn.
"Gotcha," Violet agreed. "What do you want me to do?" Rose was already standing up.
"Just wait there on the bed. I'll be back." She instructed. Rose bolted past her like only a cheetah could, disappearing into their walk-in closet, flicking on the light, and sliding the in-wall door behind her. Violet slowly picked herself off the floor and did as Rose wished.
She sat on the side of their bed, hands resting in her lap as she waited. She tilted her head from side to side. Her ears twitched, and she grimaced as the joints in her neck crunched. She heard the scuffling of clothes and the clinking of small metal pieces from behind the closet door, and her ears rotated to pick up more of the sounds. Whatever Rose was doing in there, it sounded extensive. Her curiosity elevated, and with that curiosity, a sudden excitement roused her heartbeat.
Unable to wait any longer, Violet broke Rose's command and stood up, going to the ensuite bathroom for a glass of water. She poured a glass from the sink, drank it, and wiped the moisture from her mouth before heading back to the bed, where she sat back down.
A few more minutes passed while Violet impatiently waited, time seeming to pass like molasses dripping off a spoon. She crossed her legs and tapped her hovering foot to an imaginary beat, patting her thighs to the same ambiguous song. When Rose finally opened the closet door, Violet had almost dozed off, and the bump of the door made her start, her ears pivoting toward the closet.
Violet gazed over at her girlfriend. Her jaw hit the floor. Standing in the closet doorway was Rose, illuminated dramatically from behind by the closet light, dressed in the most diabolically tantalizing outfit Violet had ever seen up close. Her wide eyes took in the sight from top to bottom, soaking up every sultry detail.
The cheetah gazed at her girlfriend menacingly from her spot in the closet doorway. Open-toed, high-heeled boots encased her legs in shiny leather from foot to lower thigh. Criss-crossed laces held the outer layers together so they could be adjusted to fit.
She wore something crossed between a corset and a leotard over her torso. The corset part squeezed her waist tight and pushed her modestly sized breasts forward and upward, bound together in the center by laces, matching her boots. The smooth, shinier part of the leather article that ran between her legs barely hid her lady parts, showing a generous amount of her shorter, finer crotch fur.
A leather garter belt hugged her waist, just above her hips, where the corset half of her top became the smoother, shinier bottom half. Silver rings held the straps together where the belt intersected with vertical straps that trailed down her hips and legs, holding up a lower pair of belts wrapped around the girth of her thighs, silver rings also intersecting where the strap ends met.
From her fingertips to just below her shoulders, her arms were wrapped in shiny, black leather gloves, matching her boots and leotard, only no laces, no extra layers of rougher leather, but as black as the rest of her outfit. A spiked leather choker adorned her neck, and two leather bat wings emerged from behind her, each no bigger than her head. Violet assumed these were stitched onto the back of her corset to give the appearance that she'd transformed into some sort of succubus while behind the closet door.
She undoubtedly exhibited the aspect of a demon, one who had possessed her girlfriend's body and now wished to enact her sick desires upon the coyote to steal her feminine essence. The 'equipment' Rose paired with her outfit cemented her hellish visage.
A multi-tailed flogger hung from a carabiner that hung from her garter belt. But this was merely a sidearm. The cheetah gripped a riding crop in her right hand, its folded leather end resting in her upturned left palm. The business end of Rose's crop wasn't alone, though. A purple leather dog collar joined it, draped lazily over the surface of her palm.
Rose was a sight to behold, indeed. This 'possessed' version of Rose made her sadistic intentions clear without uttering a single word.
There was silence while Violet stared in wonder, absorbing Rose's new 'form.' The silence broke momentarily when a silver-chained leash spilled free from Rose's upturned palm, attached to the collar by a latch clipped to a silver ring, worked into the collar's leather. It reached its maximum length, ending its freefall next to Rose's knees with a dainty clatter. A rough leather loop dangled on its end, made for comfortable grasping while wrangling one's 'pet.' The second sound to break the silence was Violet, who could no longer contain herself.
"Oh...my god..." She blurted out. Violet's reaction spread a toothy grin across Rose's face, and she stuck her chin up at her girlfriend and soon-to-be pet.
Everything about her exuded confidence, dominance, and control. She was the embodiment of Violet's darkest of fantasies, everything she yearned for in a girl that could 'punish' her. Not that she'd put much thought into it outside of masturbation. Violet had never considered this an option before. She never believed Rose might have a side to her like this; the cheetah had never voiced her interest or exhibited any signs of it.
She'd never had the privilege of seeing another woman dress this way in real life, let alone her partner. Her heart raced faster, and her tail flailed behind her like a whip. She wasn't sure whether to get on the bed and bend over for her or crawl across the floor and worship her boots. Indeed, that decision would be made for her by Rose. She was just glad she still had her shorts and panties on, or she might have stained the duvet.
"You look...ffffucking incredible..." Violet added, awe-struck and blushing hard beneath her fur. After five years together, Rose easily recognized when Violet was getting flustered, a rare occasion indeed. The night they met and their first date together, to name a few. She knew she had the coyote nestled in the palm of her hands, and she wouldn't be slipping through her fingers anytime soon. Although, she'd definitely slip her fingers through Violet soon enough...
"Thanks, I saved some of my tips at the salon for a few months to buy this outfit," Rose replied. She looked down at the riding crop as she turned it in her palm. "And these, of course."
"Everything about this...is...perfect!" Violet complimented, still entranced by Rose's devilish grandeur. Rose was still observing the business end of her crop. "Money well spent...I-I'd say."
"Indeed, it is perfect, and the money was well spent...." She agreed, eschewing all modesty in her voice as she slipped into the haughty role of 'the new Rose.' "But enough talk." She struck the riding crop in her palm, creating a sharp slapping sound that made Violet flinch. The dangling chain of the leash shook, renewing the sway of the leather handle at the end.
She took a few steps toward Violet, whose head tilted upward as the cheetah got closer. She seemed so much taller in her heels, looming over the marveling coyote. "Mutts don't get to talk, after all. Not unless spoken to." She stated as fact, looking down at the stunned coyote, her voice lacking any playfulness or jest.
Violet swallowed a lump in her throat and simply nodded to the cheetah. Rose's crop sprung out from the palm of the cheetah's hand, and Violet felt the end pressing against the underside of her muzzle. Rose applied a little pressure, tilting Violet's face further up toward hers. She spoke to the coyote with absolute authority.
"Tonight, I'm going to break you, Violet. I'm going to break through that rough exterior and drill down on that soft core I know is inside you. I've been with you for five years now. I've seen it. I've seen what makes you cry, I've seen what gets you flustered, what turns you on, gets you...wet. I know just what you desire but are too afraid to ask for. To have all control taken from you. To let go and allow someone else to take charge while you serve under them. Well, I plan on having you under me plenty. Because I'm in control tonight, Violet, and you're just my bitch."
A weak croak escaped Violet's gaping maw, and she said nothing more. Rose knew she'd struck a nerve. Her tail had ceased its excited flailing.
"Got it, mutt?" Rose clarified. She watched the fur bristle on her partner's body. Violet nodded the best she could with Rose's weapon wedged under her jaw.
"Good." Rose crooned. "Good girl. Now stand up and take off your pants." She commanded. Violet was quick to stand.
"Y-yes...ma'am." She stammered. Her legs shook as she stood, just enough for Rose to take notice of her partner's...fear? Or was it excitement? Violet's thumbs hooked into the waistband of her pajama shorts and Clawvin Klein panties before Rose stopped her, raising the riding crop to Violet's chin once more.
"That's mistress to you, mutt." She sternly said, pressing the leather fold tighter to the coyote's muzzle, forcing it against her throat. Violet looked down at the solid black shaft of the instrument.
"Yes...mistress." She replied meekly.
"Good girl." Rose crooned, like Violet was a child finally learning to walk. "Now, please continue. And make sure to go slowly so I can watch every glorious detail." She commanded.
"Yes, mistress." Violet squeaked. The crop returned to Rose's palm, and Violet resumed removing the rest of her clothes, This time at half the speed. She bent over to shimmy the articles down her legs, peering up at Rose while she did, worried Rose might take offense if she broke eye contact. Rose just observed her pet with a gleeful smirk on her muzzle.
Violet stood straight again, her shivering legs stepping out of her abandoned clothes and kicking them to the side. Her hands fidgeted awkwardly in front of her, obscuring her lady parts, feeling oddly...embarrassed...to be nude in front of her own girlfriend. The way Rose was treating her, like a pet...being made to undress in front of her felt humiliating.
"Spread em'," Rose snipped, taking the riding crop and parting Violet's hands with it. Violet sheepishly allowed Rose to move her hands aside, revealing the fuzzy cleft and glistening slit of her sex. Rose made a self-satisfied snicker and bared her teeth. Violet's ears turned down, and she chewed her lower lip with unease. "Very nice." Rose mused, gliding the folded end of her crop over Violet's pussy. Violet pulled her shoulders up, her ears pinned back against her head, eyes refusing to meet Rose's. "I'll be looking forward to breeding that later. But right now...you have many 'discrepancies' to 'atone' for."
Rose stepped forward and let her crop hang from its wrist loop. She brought the purple collar to Violet's neck, brushing the coyote's hair out of the way as she fit it around her. Rose tightened the buckle, then withdrew, letting the leash chains pass through her grip. She admired Violet's new 'outfit,' particularly the bone-shaped metal nametag that dangled from the same ring the leash was attached to. 'Violet,' it read in blocky text.
Rose led her pet by her leash to their standing mirror and stood next to her, letting Violet get a good look at herself. Rose was a little surprised to see something of a smile flash across Violet's face. Their eyes connected briefly in the mirror, and Violet's smile vanished. Rose took the coyote's chin and led Violet's eyes to hers again.
"It looks beautiful on you, babe," Rose said. Her voice was tender and encouraging, and her warm smile soothed the coyote's nerves. Violet smiled again. It felt...nice, having her name displayed around her neck, to be attached to her soulmate by a physical link. It felt so...comforting...to have someone she loved and trusted take total control, knowing she'd be safe in her partner's firm grip.
Their brief moment was cut short by Rose, who quickly slipped back into her role as 'mistress.'
"Now, get on the bed and present your mutty little butt for me." Rose followed her command with a quick slap of her crop on Violet's flank. The coyote yipped and jumped at the unexpected sting.
"Yes, mistress." Violet hastily replied. Rose led her to the side of the bed by her leash.
"Up!" Rose ordered, directing her pet like a handler in a dog show. Violet did as she was told, climbing hands and knees onto the duvet-covered mattress.
"Good girl." Rose praised, following her onto the bed with one knee, resting it beside the submissive canine. Violet remained on all fours, her back arching a little, displaying her goods for her 'better.' She felt a hand on her shoulder blades, then heard the stern voice of the cheetah directly in her ears.
"Down," Rose ordered, pressing her hand firmly on Violet's back. Violet resisted momentarily out of instinct but quickly gave Rose what she wanted. She allowed the cheetah to push her upper body down to the bedspread, forcing her arms to fold up and pressing her tits against the duvet. Her 'goods' were utterly exposed to the room behind her. Well, if her tail weren't protectively draped over it, that is.
"Oooh." Rose crooned. "You are new to this...submission thing. Aren't you?" Violet looked up at the domineering cheetah with a mixture of confusion and fear in her eyes.
"How am I supposed to punish you with your tail covering that lovely mutt-butt of yours?" She asked, her crooning voice edged with cruelty. Violet let out a canine whine of distress that made Rose chuckle. "Lift. Your. Tail. Mutt!" Rose commanded, biting at her words. She gave the coyote a short smack on her furry butt with the crop, extracting another yip from her.
With another *smack!* and another *yip!* Violet hastily lifted her tail, fully presenting to Rose, her puckered asshole and glistening sex now on full display, much to Rose's depraved joy. "Good girl, very good." She crooned like she'd just taught a pet a new trick. Violet was her pet now. The coyotes had many 'tricks' yet to learn. "Lift that tail as high as the sky for me." She commanded.
Violet obeyed, fearing retribution.
Rose removed her hand from the coyote's back. "Staaaay," She commanded, keeping her stern and slightly demeaning tone. Violet, of course, stayed put. Rose trailed her fingers up to Violet's risen tail. The coyote was clearly straining her tail to keep it pointed high. It nearly folded over itself, close to flopping across the small of her back. Rose grabbed the base of it, taking a firm hold like it was a handle, giving it a playful tug as she settled in, priming herself to give Violet the flogging she deserved for her prior insolence. For deifying her...
Violet started at the sudden tug of her tail, and the quivering in her legs began working overtime. Whether this was from sheer arousal or fear of what was to come, neither knew. Sure, Rose had slapped her bottom many times over the years, but those were always playful swats, ones that Violet would usually return in kind, the two exchanging giggles and amorous coos. This was beyond the pale, though. This would be the retribution of a feline demon finally letting loose on her hapless lover, her repressed desire to dominate finally unchained.
Violet had no idea what trouble she was in...
"There we go, mutt. You're learning so well!" She lifted the leather end of the riding crop and smoothed it over Violet's round, fuzzy cheeks from one side to the other. "But I still have so much to teach you...."
Violet feared that Rose was right. She worried that by the night's end, she'd genuinely know just how vindictive and sadistic Rose could get. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. But her intimidation by the uncharacteristically crazed cheetah blended with a deranged curiosity to see how much pain and humiliation she could endure. It turned her on something fierce. She always wondered if she'd enjoy being put in her place. Just how far would she be willing to go? How long could she last?
"Now," Rose began, most of the maliciousness and cruelty suddenly absent from her voice. "If at any time you want me to stop, for any reason, just say 'pancake,' okay?"
"Pancake?" Violet thought. "Why pancake?" It was an odd choice of a safe word. But weren't safe words supposed to be weird so they couldn't be misinterpreted? It didn't matter. She wasn't about to start arguing with her girlfriend when she was about to be on the receiving end of a 'punishment.' She simply agreed.
"Yes, mistress." Violet accepted without question. Rose made a cruel chuckle.
"Good girl, now keep it in mind, I won't stop unless you say 'pancake.' No matter how much you squirm, and shake, and cry, and beg me to. Got that, mutt?"
"Y-yes, mistress." Violet whimpered. It was all she could do.
"Excellent," Rose replied, giggling. "I'm glad we have an understanding. Now, let's begin with your punishment, shall we?" she asked, not needing nor expecting a reply. Violet made a canine whine and turned her head back to its forward position, unwilling to look upon the wicked grin stretched on Rose's face as she reveled in the sadistic acts yet to come.
Rose brushed circles over a nice round meaty spot on Violet's ass with the leather fold. "Here's a good spot." She commented. Rose raised the crop, then swatted it down, connecting the leather fold with Violet's rear, producing a muted *thwap!*
Sure, Violet's fur would dampen the noise of each blow, but Rose had only given her a 'light' smack. She could do so much worse to the coyote. First, she had to warm Violet up if the coyote was to properly 'enjoy' their play. Things would get much louder...
Violet grunted when the agonizing tool hit her, her legs steadily quivering now. It hurt, but very little. The sting of its initial impact was only momentarily lived, and the afterglow of aching pain quickly waned. There was another *smack!* and Violet grunted again, feeling the same level of pain. Rose chuckled, holding the crop where she struck the coyote. It was time to turn things up a notch.
*Thwap!*
Violet yipped as Rose struck her again, this time three degrees harder.
*Thwap!*
Rose struck her again, producing yet another yelp from her girlfriend.
*Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!*
Three consecutive strikes squeezed three consecutive yips from the helpless coyote, each increasing in anguish. Rose moved the leather end to Violet's other cheek, her hand letting go of Violet's tail to rub the spot she'd just abused.
"Good girl..." Rose crooned. "You're doing so well thus far." She traced the leather end of her crop over Violet's rear, then went to work on the unmarred cheek.
Just as before, she gave Violet two softer warmup strikes before doling out five more vicious ones. Violet responded the same. A canine whine droned from her throat by the time Rose was finished.
But Rose wasn't finished. This was only the beginning...
Rose switched back to the first cheek, delivering a brutal *Smack!* This time, Violet spoke.
"Ah! Rose!" Violet lamented. She knew the moment the word, _Rose_left her tongue, she'd fucked up. Rose caught her transgression immediately. She sneered at the coyote, eager to demonstrate to her mutt what happens when she slips up.
"Rose?! Rose?!!" She cried, enraged. "Bad girl!" She delivered five sharp swats to Violet's ass, each eliciting a pained *Ah!* from the coyote. "Names have power, and you will do well to keep mine out of your filthy mutty mouth. You call me mistress, mutt!" Rose bellowed. She delivered another five punishing swats to Violet's rear, leaving the coyote with shaking legs.
"You are nothing but a mutt! And you will address me as nothing but mistress!" She shouted, dressing Violet down. Violet groaned.
"Yes, mistress." Violet croaked. "Sorry, mistress."
Rose chuckled like a cliche villain from a cartoon. "That's right, mutt. Now...what are you?" She asked, wanting Violet to voice her submission. "Tell me what you are..."
"A...a..." Violet began to speak, but Rose's zapping strikes to her rear turned her attempts to form a sentence into cries of *Ah! AH!*
"A what?!" Rose demanded.
"I'm a...a mutt..." Violet confessed, her voice hoarse and ragged.
"That's right..." Rose agreed, her voice calming. "Now, let's continue with your punishment."
"Continue?" Violet wearily thought. Those last few strikes didn't even count as her 'true' punishment, did they? She wondered how unforgiving Rose could possibly be. Would she just keep beating her if she acted up? The more Violet embodied the pole of Rose's pet, the more she empowered Rose as a rigorous enforcer. It excited her in ways she didn't know she could be. It _aroused_her in ways she didn't think she could be. To submit like this, to be treated like a disobedient pet and accept the title of 'mutt.' She'd be drooling wet soon if she wasn't already.
Rose grabbed the base of Violet's tail again and struck her another five times, then switched to the other side and landed five identical strikes. Violet cried out each time Rose hit her, cries of pain and humiliation subtly laced with forbidden pleasure. It was music to Rose's ears. She was the conductor of her own sinister, deranged orchestra.
*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* Rose beat on Violet's ass like she was taking her stress out on the girl, alternating between sides of Violet's round ass, choosing places not yet struck to dispense fresh pain to her unabused pelt. Rose was unrelenting.
"Mistress!" Violet cried out. "Please, stop!... I'm sorry!" She pleaded.
"I don't hear pancake!" Rose growled, continuing her onslaught.
"AAHH!" Violet wailed as she began to cry. Tears started to pool in her eyes, glossing them before rolling down her face. Rose couldn't help but feel a little bad for the coyote. She was still her girlfriend, and seeing her in this kind of suffering hurt her deep down, especially when _she_was the one inflicting that suffering.
But she had to push those thoughts to the side. In all honesty, Violet was the one in control here. If she wasn't enjoying this, she could simply end it by saying their safe word. Either could stop at any time, really. But they didn't. It was fun. It was hot... Rose loved the freedom of her new-found control, the privilege to 'own' another, in a sense. Violet loved the freedom of relinquishing all control, giving it up willingly and letting another exert their own will over her.
Violet turned her face to Rose, pain and humiliation at the forefront of her visage. Rose only returned Violet's pitiful gaze with a toothy smirk. "Mistress..." She started to say, but her will to speak up died on the vine. Rose gripped Violet's muzzle in her leather-bound hand, wrapping her fingers around her snout.
"You've been a bad girl, throwing me from the bed like you did," Rose scorned. "I'm sure you can handle the rest of your punishment." Violet whimpered in response, her lower lip quivering as much as her legs.
"Yes, mistress. I've been a bad mutt." She said, denouncing herself in the gravelly voice of a broken bitch. Rose's muzzled face split with a wickedly excited smile.
"Yes! Good girl! Now you're really learning!" She praised her in that condescending tone. "Only when a mutt accepts that she did something wrong can we truly begin to correct her behavior..." Rose raised the riding crop, priming it for what she was about to do. Her voice shifted into something so intimidating and evil that it made Violet whimper like a terrified puppy.
"So, let's begin correcting that behavior." Rose spat before striking the coyote's rear again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Over and over. Rose wouldn't cease. Her ears twitched to the symphony of swats on Violet's likely bruised ass and the coyote's crying maw. She awaited the word 'pancake' to be cried out in vain. Soon enough, Violet would be screaming out for mercy, right?
Yet, no word of 'pancake' ever came. Nothing.
Rose continued beating her girlfriend silly, the only respite for the coyote's bottom being when Rose would switch from one side to the other, allowing the previous to cool for a brief time, only to go at it again. She occasionally lowered her strikes to Violet's thighs, supple new territory not yet struck, ripe for extorting. Still, Violet continued to cry out, squirming, taking her punishment like the good mutt she was learning to become.
Gradually, and to Rose's surprise, the anguished bellowing emanating from Violet's maw was changing. The ragged weight in her voice softened. With every new slap of Rose's nefarious tool, Violet's anguished cries morphed into moans of pleasure.
Rose stopped, letting the crop dangle on its leather loop by her fingers. This was unexpected, to say the least. "Are you...enjoying your punishments?" She asked. The revulsion in her voice was feigned, but the confusion was genuine. Violet caught her breath before answering with a wavering breath.
"Ye-yes m-m-mistress. Y-your dirty little m-mutt likes y-your punishments." She looked back at Rose with deranged eyes. Rose looked back down at her with genuine disgust, like she'd created a monster and given it life. She legitimately worried she'd broken the coyote's mind with all she'd done, worried that she'd done some serious harm, physically or mentally, putting an end to their kinky experimentation for good. But that worry washed away when Violet's face suddenly twisted into a fierce and toothy grin of defiance.
"Got any more punishments for me...mistress?!" Violet spat, even now showing a brief glimpse of the natural dominance Rose knew so well. As she stared back at her depraved girlfriend, Rose's face sank from concern to something stone-faced and unamused.
Clearly, she'd have to work harder to break this mutt...
She tossed the crop on the bed next to Violet and stood behind her pet, unclipping the multi-tailed, whip-like flogger off the carabineer hanging from her garter belt. "You're gonna get it now, bitch." She growled, her lip curling into a snarl. She shifted her weight onto one hip and pulled the ends of her flogger through her curled fingers, gripping the tips and snapping them taut between her hands with a sharp *snap!* Violet looked back at Rose with a yearning gleam in her eyes.
"Oooo, I hope so, mistress. Give me everything you've got. I've been a bad...bad mutt...." She lustfully cajoled the cheetah, eagerly swaying her rear end back and forth for her spotted mistress. If her intent was to enrage the cheetah into dispensing yet another bout of deliciously agonizing punishments, it was working perfectly.
"Gladly," Rose hissed right before snapping her hand in a short, tight motion, sending the many leather tails of the flogger flailing into Violet's flank. The leather straps connected with the coyote's flank, the tail end of their momentum cracking into her hips. Initially, she yelped in a blend of shock and pain, but what followed was a pleasurable coo, both in the same breath. She wiggled her hips again, wordlessly asking for more. Rose was more than happy to oblige.
Rose swung the other way, whipping Violet's other hip. The coyote yipped, and once again, her oral outburst drifted into a pleased moan. Rose beat Violet's other side again, putting some real force into it, then the other, switching back and forth until the coyote was neither yipping nor moaning. *AH! AH! AH!* was all that escaped her gaping maw with each flogging, her tone communicating the perfect blend of agony and ecstasy.
"Mistress!" She moaned out. "You punish me so well!"
"Damn right I do, mutt," Rose replied without a slip of confidence. She changed up her arm motions to strike downward, flailing her flogger in a circular arch, like an infernal pinwheel, smacking Violet's ass from top to bottom, then bottom to top, over and over again.
Violet *Ooh!*ed and *Ah!*ed, moaning or yelping with each rapid strike as Rose worked the coyote's rear like she was threshing wheat, eventually switching to the other side, exploiting her already bruised and tender hide.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" Violet wailed.
"I'm still not hearing 'pancake.'" Rose teased with sadistic glee.
"I..*Ah!* I don't wanna say it, mistress! *Ah!* I want more! I want MORE!" Violet wailed. Rose swatted her flogger back and forth, beating Violet's flanks raw.
"You want more?!" Rose roared.
"Yes!" Violet cried.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me from now on?!" Rose bellowed like a slaving overseer.
"Yes, mistress! I'll be a good giiiiiiirrll!!!" Violet wailed in reply.
"Are you gonna give me the respect I deserve?!"
Once again, Violet wailed her answer. "Yes, mistress! No one is greater than you, mistress!"
"Do you accept your place as my slutty, dirty little mutt?!"
"Yes, mistress! I'm nothing but your slutty, dirty, filthy, slobbering, dripping little toy mutt! And I want nothing more than that!"
"Say it again! Tell me whose mutt you are!"
"I'm your mutt, mistress! This mutt belongs to you! I'm your MUUUUUUUUUUUUTT!"
"That...you...are!" Rose finished, beating Violet as hard as she could, once for each of her words. She swung her flogger one last time, hitting dead-center between Violet's legs, striking her right on her dripping twat. Of course, Rose pulled her punch with that final impact. She simply wanted to give Violet a taste of the many painful possibilities she could dish out if she pleased.
Violet let out a shrill yelp, the swat to her pussy making her hips involuntarily buck upward, away from the leather lashes and their stinging kiss. Her legs settled, although settled was a relative term. Her legs shook like a paint mixer, her chest heaved, and her body trembled.
"No! please not there, mistress." Violet hastily begged through heaving breaths, as if she were begging for her life. Rose gripped the business end of her flogger in her other hand, letting the lingering moisture of Violet's arousal transfer to her leather glove. She let go of the ends and spun the handle around in her palm, jarring the pummel of it into Violet's labia.
"Don't worry, mutt, I'll leave this part of you alone...for now...." She gazed over her quivering girlfriend, admiring her wicked work. She'd never seen Violet like this, immobilized by coalescing pain and pleasure. She'd performed well so far, exceeding all expectations and taking her beatings like a champ...like a bitch... The coyote would be submissive clay in her hands now. There would be no further resistance. Rose could mold her into the perfect pet.
"Your punishments have concluded," Rose announced, stepping to the bedside next to Violet. "That is... unless you displease me further. But I know you'll be a good mutt for me from now on." She turned and sat on the bedspread beside her pet, crossing her leather-bound legs as they hung over the side. She removed her flogger from Violet's pussy and lay it next to her riding crop. She leaned into Violet's fuzzy ass, her pet's tail still lifted high.
What a good girl she was...
"They are, mistress?" Violet asked cautiously, feeling Rose's gloved hands on her rear.
"Indeed. You've been a good mutt, taking your punishments so well. And now you get to receive your treat before I breed you."
"B-breed me?" Violet asked, a whimpering underlying her shaking voice.
"Yes, of course," Rose crooned, massaging the areas of Violet's rear she'd beaten, lavishing her pet with some tender aftercare. "A proper mutt needs to be bred, you know. I can tell you're deep in a licentious heat. I mean, look how wet you are. You must be aching for an alpha stud to fill you with his pups." One of Rose's hands turned upside down, and she slid two fingers into Violet's sopping cunt.
Violet moaned and leaned back against the unexpected but not unwelcome intrusion. She let her eyes close and hummed sweet nothings to herself while Rose stroked her leather-encased fingers through her depths. After such a beating, this attention felt divine, especially having such sickly, sweet words fill her ears. Maybe it was the way Rose spoke or the submissive trance taking hold of her, but Violet, despite lacking any sexual attraction to males, felt herself craving the idea of being bred like a show dog.
"Oh, mistress...you take such good care of me..." Violet cooed, feeling every inch of Rose's nimble fingers inside her.
"Indeed, I do... When you're well-behaved, that is. Don't you ever forget that, mutt."
"I won't, mistress," Violet promised, moaning and rocking her hips against Rose's fingers. She whimpered when Rose removed them, detesting their cold absence. The cheetah turned in place and kneeled on the bed to Violet's face.
"Up." She commanded.
Violet was up in an instant, kneeling before her mistress, but bent low to appear purposefully...lesser...than her. Like the obedient pet she was.
"Good girl," Rose crooned. She lifted her moist, shiny leather fingers to Violet's snout. "Now, clean me off. I need my fingers spotless so I can give you something." Violet didn't need to be told again, nor did she hesitate. She peered down at Rose's fingers and opened her maw, craning her head forward and wrapping her lips around the two digits.
Violet eagerly sucked the fluid off her mistress' fingers, yearning to make her mistress happy, the tang of her own feminine musk smearing over her tastebuds. "Yeah...good girl." Rose sneered, "You like the taste of your own pussy, don't you? If only you could lean down and lick yourself like the depraved mutt you are. I know you would if you could." Rose grinned as Violet's canine ears flickered, taking in her vile words.
"Jesus," Violet thought, her mouth still working her mistress's fingers. "Rose has one dirty fuckin' mind." The reality that her bubbly little girlfriend could conjure such filthy words came as a bit of a shock. Did Rose always have this depraved part of herself, or had it manifested over time as a result of her repressed dominant side? Whatever the reason, It fit Rose's demeanor like one of her leather gloves. Violet imagined her sweet, doting partner having fallen under the possession of a lustful demon, her mind and soul corrupted, wrapping Violet's mind with an unbreakable spell of obedience, gradually eroding her will until there was nothing left of the old Violet. Only a submissive beast.
It turned Violet on far more than it should. It made her wetter than a running faucet and ache with intense need. A quivering breath puffed out of her nose over Rose's arm, her wild imagination driving her deeper into submissiveness. She wanted this so bad. Why did she deny herself this pleasure for so long? Was she worried Rose would lose respect for her if she asked for it? Did she fear she might lose respect for herself if she let her tough, futchy persona slip for just one night and give in to her softer, more vulnerable side? They were such silly concerns in hindsight, now that she was experiencing the euphoria of total submission...
Violet honestly wished she'd done this sooner.
"Very good girl. I think that'll do." Rose said, acknowledging Violet's meticulous cleaning. Violet slowly peeled her muzzle off her mistress's fingers, a thick string of saliva linking the two before severing, the excess dribbling onto the duvet between them.
"Would you like your treat now?" Rose asked, jingling Violet's nametag with her freshly 'cleaned' finger. She pulled her pet's leash taut, watching Violet avidly nod, her eyes following Rose's.
"Well, you'll have to beg for it, my pet." Rose dictated. Violet opened her mouth to speak, just as Rose thought she would.
"Please, mistress, may I ha-AH!"
Rose cut her off mid-sentence with a swat to her flank.
"Beg properly for me, like the lowly mutt you are." Rose scolded.
Violet thought for a moment, looking away from Rose's vindictive glare. Rose watched the light shine brighter in Violet's eyes, the moment Violet realized what Rose truly meant. The coyote gingerly raised her hands before her chest, elbows lowered at her sides. "Better," Rose hinted, "You're gonna have to put more effort in than that."
Violet swallowed, then opened her maw, letting her tongue lull from her mouth. She put an effort into panting for the domineering cheetah, wagging her tail, flailing it back and forth. She looked into Rose's eyes with the excited eyes of a puppy, panting and flapping her tail, debasing herself before her partner.
God...it felt... Really, really good...
It was an improvement, but Rose figured her pet still had one more barrier to cross...
"Very good! Good girl!" Rose crooned, lightly tugging on Violet's leash. "You're getting so good at this!" Violet continued her little act, her butt wiggling along with her wagging tail.
"Now bark for me," Rose ordered, her tone extinguishing all its former praise. Violet's tail stopped wagging, and her puppy-like expression sunk blankly along with her arms.
"W-what?" She whimpered. Her genuine shock and disgust at such an abhorrent request faltered her commitment to the submissive role.
Rose wasn't going to let this slide in the least. Her pet had broken a rule, and when she was behaving so well, too. She yanked Violet's collar, pulling the unprepared coyote forward and gripping Violet's muzzle with a firm hand. Her face took on a furious visage, her brow casting a shadow over her eyes. Her voice came out in a harsh, stern roar.
"If you'd like to ask a question, you say, 'Pardon me, mistress.' Got it?!" Violet peered up at her with a meek and pleading gleam in her eyes, brows knitted together with utmost concern for her own wellbeing.
"Showwy, mishtwesh." She replied, at least as best as she could with Rose's hand clutched around her snout.
"Do I need to punish you again?" Rose asked, already knowing the answer.
"No mishtwesh." Violet replied again, eyes quickly darting away from Rose's dreadful gaze.
"Good," Rose remarked. She released her grip and let Violet recoil from her. The coyote slunk back into her place on her knees, hunched over to present as lesser than the cheetah. Of course, Rose wouldn't offer any respite to the coyote as she bent low. She kept a restrictive grip on Violet's leash, every inch feeding through her curled fingers, forcing Violet to really earn the short distance she put between the domineering cheetah and herself.
"Now, do as I say, and bark for me," Rose ordered, reiterating her demand, her cruel expression conveying her absolute sincerity.
Violet looked into Rose's vindictive eyes before averting her own to the bedspread below. She never thought Rose would be willing to push their boundaries in this way. Sure, Rose had called her a 'mutt' all night, a word that once hurt her a great deal. But her time spent with the cheetah over the years and the bond they'd formed as partners turned it into something enduring, soothing, and, more than often, arousing. It was 'their' word. Rose was the only mammal Violet would allow to call her that.
Requesting her to bark was something leagues beyond that. Every mammal knew that asking a canine to 'bark' was entirely out of line. It was like asking a feline to 'meow' or an ungulate to 'bleat.' One didn't ask for it unless they wanted an ass-beating from the other person. For a canine, asking one 'bark' was asking them to commit an action that evoked their most innate bestial nature, a nature that most of society had agreed to leave behind ages ago. To 'bark' was to debase oneself utterly, to denote oneself on the same level as the four-legged beasts still roaming the earth. Only degenerate drunkards and raving lunatics made such depraved noises. Violet knew she was far above that. Or at least, she thought she was...
As Rose looked down at Violet's hunched, protected form, her stone face cracked into an arrogant toothy smile and piercing leer. She knew Violet would bark for her. Her hesitation to immediately say 'pancake,' thus ending the scene right there, told Rose all she needed to do was wait. The coyote's silence spoke volumes.
"You can say 'pancake' if you'd like, mutt. There's no shame in doing so. I won't look down on you for it. In fact, I'll respect you even more as the mutt you are." Rose crooned.
Violet looked distraught. "Just say pancake. You don't have to bark for her. just say it, Violet." Her face scrunched up as she looked down at the duvet like she was holding her breath. She was, in fact, holding her breath. The tension was getting to her. The embarrassment that she was actually contemplating opening my mouth and barking forced a beet-red blush beneath her fur. She decided against it. She breathed out calmly, then in again, and looked Rose in the eyes, gaping her maw to speak the word 'pancake' and thus retain her dignity.
However, she didn't retain her dignity. No... She debased herself. Her instincts betrayed her at that moment, her submissive state urging them on and giving her mistress precisely what she wanted. Like a good little mutt...
*Bark!* Violet emitted the shrill, boisterous noise known to her kind, the distinct sound that Rose's physiology made impossible to replicate. Rose's eyes opened wider than saucers. Violet's eyes did the same, and, in a flash, her hands snapped to her snout lest her mouth betray her further.
"Oh...my!" Rose exclaimed, impressed by her girlfriend's choice to devolve further into depraved submission. "What a good girl you are!" she praised, holding back a chuckle. Violet frowned and unclamped her snout to say 'pancake,' intent on giving the cheetah a piece of her mind once the scene had paused. However, her deep-rooted canine intuition had other plans.
*Bark! Bark!* Violet retorted. Once again, her hands snapped to her muzzle, eyes darting about with confusion and concern. Rose saw it written all over the coyote's face. The realization that her body and mind were betraying her and that she might no longer be in control of herself showed on her fretful face. Rose relished every bit of it. She wanted more of this, to drill down on this new vein she'd hit within her girlfriend's psyche.
"Speak!" Rose ordered. Violet held her muzzle shut, eyes staring back at the cheetah, urging mercy.
There would be none...
"Speak!" Rose commanded again, this time sterner and fiercer. Violet found her shaking hands falling from her mouth to her lap. Good...she finally accepted her new place as Rose's lowly beast.
*Bark!* Violet belted. Rose's toothy grin split her face even wider, its maniacal sadism beaming at the coyote like an unholy eclipse.
"Again!' She ordered, her voice deranged and determined.
*Bark! Bark!* Violet replied, no longer able or willing to speak words. She hated to admit it, but like everything she'd explored that night, she'd begun to enjoy the barking. She hadn't done it since she was a young child when her parents would scold her for it, tell her it was 'unbecoming' of a canine. It felt so fucking liberating. To belt out like the beast she was becoming, the beast Rose was making her, just like the images conjured while cleaning her lover's fingers.
"Good girl... You're such a good little puppy." She gently pulled Violet's leash inward and gave the coyote some much-earned head scritches. Violet's tongue lolled out of her gaping mouth, and she panted with gratitude. *Bark!* she spoke, like the good dog she was.
"I think you finally deserve that treat, my little pup," Rose stated. "One I know you'll enjoy. Would you like that?" Violet nodded her head, tail wagging behind her. Rose's hand left Violet's scalp, caressing the coyote's jet-black hair as it returned to her.
"Speak for your treat, mutt." Rose crooned. Violet wasted no time, letting out a *bark!* followed by an impatient canine whine. Rose crawled past her toward the head of the bed, keeping the loop of Violet's leash held in her leather-gloved hand. The leash went slack, then taut again as Rose laid her shoulder blades against the headboard. She nestled into her pillows as Violet watched, Violet staying firmly in place until Rose gave her new commands. She wanted to be a good girl. And, after all, being on the bed was a privilege for a mutt like her.
Rose's heels dug into the duvet, her legs bowing. Slowly, she spread them apart, giving Violet a clear view of the feminine mound protruding from the shiny leather that barely obscured it. "I know what kind of treat a mutt like you loves best...." Rose's free hand traveled down her lithe body, over the leather corset, over the indentation of her belly button in the smooth, shiny leather below, and finally down to her crotch.
Violet watched her hand intensely. She licked her chops, hoping her mistress wasn't teasing, hoping she was about to give her the very thing she hinted at. She'd seen Rose's pussy countless times before and tasted it almost as many. But this time... This time, it was her 'treat.'
And what a treat it would be...
Rose hooked her fingers under the skinny strip of leather covering Violet's 'treat' and slowly, as to create as much tension for Violet as possible, pulled it to the side, revealing the gleaming, wet sex beneath.
It looked so inviting, so ready and needy, so ripe and wet for her tongue. Violet licked her chops again, nearly drooling. If it weren't for Rose's command over her, her snout would have been on the cheetah's tantalizing pussy already. But, like the good girl she was, she waited to be told.
"Good girl. My mutt knows to wait." Rose left it at that. Watching Violet as she became uncomfortably impatient. Her tail flapped back and forth, and an uneasy whine rang from her throat. The coyote leaned forward on her hands, padding the bedspread with them. For Violet, it was torture. For Rose, that was perfect.
Finally, after what felt to Violet like decades, Rose decided enough was enough. Her sadistic, grinning maw opened, and she gave the command Violet was dying to hear.
"Take your treat, mutt."
The moment Rose concluded her sentence, Violet dove between Rose's legs, her limbs exploding like tightly wound springs. Her head surged forward, and her muzzle dug into Rose's sopping folds. Her tongue leaped out of her maw, and the coyote began 'consuming' her 'treat.'
"Ohhhhhhh..." Rose moaned, her body briefly tensing, then relaxing. The cheetah melted into her place amongst the pillows, like her labia around Violet's tongue. Violet feasted on her girlfriend, her mistress. The tangy, musky taste of Rose's pussy coated the coyote's eager tongue, her juices smearing the end of Violet's snout, immersing the canine in her familiar, exquisite feminine arousal.
"Ohhhh." She moaned again. "Good girl, s-so eager to p-please your better." She huffed. Her hands went for Violet's head, the loop of Violet's leash hanging around her wrist. She combed her leather-bound fingers through the coyote's hair, massaging her ears between her fingers and thumbs when she reached the top of her head.
Violet could not but hum in grateful adoration, lost to a mixed mindset of worship and self-gratification. She ate Rose out like Rose was her last meal, ravishing her sex, licking every nook and cranny wildly like the dog she was, like the dog Rose made her into. Violet's maw stretched open, and her tongue pressed hard against Rose's clit, bending and folding as she applied the utmost pressure. Rose felt every single one of the canine's tastebuds dragging across her bean. Her legs quivered, her back arched, and her fur bristled. Her body crackled with ecstatic shock.
"Fuck yeah..." Rose groaned. "Suck my clit, you little bitch." With that command, Violet did as she was told. She encompassed Rose's bean between her lips and sucked, drawing the sensitive nub closer to her tongue, which flickered feather-light licks over it, almost tickling it.
Rose growled with a primal lust. Her hands abandoned Violet's head so she could grasp the headrest behind her, gripping it as if she might fall off the edge of the world. "Yes! Enjoy y-your treat, mutt! Enjoooy...Meeeee!" Her legs pushed off the bed, lifting her lower body. "Fucking stick your tongue in me, you slut!" She roared.
Violet released the cheetah's clit from between her lips and slipped her tongue into her mistress's glorious hole. The tangy taste was more copious there, and Violet reveled in it, greedily lapping at Rose's insides like they were ice cream. Rose gritted her teeth and gripped the headboard harder, her claws nearly marring the imitation varnished wood. She growled like a beast in heat.
"Rrrrrrr. GGRRRrrrrrr!" The closer she approached climax, the more her primal, animalistic core came to the forefront. Like Violet, she no longer wished to hold it back. She wanted to become the ferocious predator she knew she was deep down inside, not unlike Violet, who had become the lapdog she was inside.
How quickly Violet's tough, confident outer shell had been shattered. How far she'd fallen down a submissive rabbit hole. Nothing was keeping the savage part of Rose restrained. She was completely free to indulge in the ferocious lust that she had been denied for so long. The lioness was out of the bag now, and there was no putting her back until her every voracious desire had been fulfilled.
"FUUUCCKKKKK!!" Rose roared. Her mind and body broke, swept away like a trailer park in a tornado. Violet's tongue lashed and wriggled within her; her nose made sticky and wet with Rose's arousal, bumped and ground over her clit. Some of the cheetah's joints popped as her whole body tensed over the bed. One of her hands came crashing down on Violet's head, and her claws dug into her pet's scalp. Violet whimpered at the pain but refused to cease gorging on the cheetah's succulent nethers. Rose forced the coyote's head down into herself, wrapping her legs around her neck like a lasso.
"aaarRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" Rose howled, her voice ragged with snarls as she devolved further into her burgeoning predatory state. "Feast on Meeeee!" She growled through clenched teeth. Pressure built throughout her pelvic region, an aching pleasure spreading outward through her legs and torso. Only seconds later, she came, her entire being thrown head-first into a monumental climax.
Violet's tongue became constricted by the cheetah's depths. A warm, viscous, musky fluid sprayed over her tongue, into her mouth, and over her muzzle. Rose's squirt only inspired the coyote to dig further into her mistress's snatch, which, in turn, only drew Rose's climax out longer.
Rose's tail lashed about. Her head rolled over her pillow. "Holy fuck!" She cried in serenity. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna breed you so well. I'm gonna fill you with so many puppies, so many kittens. Holy shit, you're such a depraved little mutt!" She clenched her teeth again and ground her head hard into her pillow. Violet's arm slithered along the duvet beneath herself, and she plunged her fingers into her own dripping folds.
Her mind conjured thoughts of how Rose would fuck her after this. She knew the cheetah lacked the 'equipment' necessary to knock her up, nor did she actually have the desire to bear children, but in her all-submissive, vulnerable state, she wanted nothing more than for her mistress to breed her begging body and make a mother of her.
The world of their room was one of amorous noises. Their hearts thundered in their ears. Rose's snarling, heaving breath rumbling in her throat. Violet's muffled, girlish coos and the squelching of her tongue in Rose's pussy, and her fingers in her own. Rose felt her orgasm slipping, and the sultry ambiance dimmed in her ears. Violet's efforts to please her mistress had been well received, but Rose's body now suffered from diminishing returns.
The cheetah's legs relaxed and slipped from Violet's neck, her heels scraping along her shoulders before landing on the bedspread in a splayed heap. She eased her grip on Violet's scalp and the headboard, arms falling to her sides. Rose panted like she'd run a marathon. "Good girl." She puffed. Violet whimpered needily and continued mindlessly worshipping her mistress's nethers.
Rose pushed her body into a more upright position with her legs, her heels nearly poking holes in the duvet. Violet followed her on hands and knees like a starving mammal after a morsel of food, craving more of the cheetah's pussy. She planted her snout back down on Rose's sex and lapped at it like it was ice cream. Rose had more than she needed from the mutt's tongue. Rose had little patience for her toy in her primal, predatory mindset.
"Enough!" She bellowed.
Rose grabbed a fistful of Violet's hair and pulled her prey's face off her genitals. Violet yipped in pain. Rose sat up straight, bringing Violet's face to hers, displaying her savage barbarian lust through to the whimpering, whining canine through expression alone. She pulled Violet's face to hers and kissed her aggressively, asserting her feral dominance while tasting her own arousal on Violet's lips. The coyote could not but whimper and kiss her mistress back, utterly at her mercy.
Rose finished her ferocious, sucking embrace with a nip on Violet's lower lip. A guttural growl grumbled in her throat, and she stared into the canine's eyes like she might just pounce her and rip the furry flesh from her neck with her teeth. "Breed..." She snarled. The glimmer of primal desire glazing her eyes forced Violet to swallow a suddenly formed lump.
Rose shoved her pet aside and crawled across the bed like the feral beast she'd become. She skulked across the floor to her drawers and pulled open the bottommost one. Her 'fun' drawer.
Rose and Violet both had one. A bottom drawer that contained all the toys they'd individually accumulated over the year, the ones they liked to use on each other or themselves when the other wasn't around or in the mood. Rose had a new addition to hers, one she'd kept secret from Violet for months. She pulled it from the others, a barely contained enthusiasm making her hands shake.
It was a purple silicone dildo that sported a canine knot at its base. What made it unique was the bottom end that curved into a bulbous lever made for inserting. The lever allowed the bearer of the toy to wear it like a strap-on, just without the straps, all the while enjoying each thrust into and out of their partner, that partner obviously being Violet.
Violet observed the new toy while licking Rose's juices off her sticky snout. She'd seen toys like this before in the sex shop they frequented in the more 'rainbowy' part of Seatosky City. Violet wasn't a stranger to strap-ons. She'd wondered what using one of those on Rose would be like. It looked like she was about to find out, only from the receiving end.
"Breed..." Rose purred. She got off her knees and squatted over the floor, wasting no time inserting the silicone device into herself with a discomforted grunt. One final nudge and it was in, the purple extrusion standing proud and erect from her crotch. Violet's eyebrow cocked as she observed her girlfriend augmented shape. Rose with a penis... It was...pretty hot despite her aversion to the male form. It only compounded Rose's dominant appearance, leaving Violet frozen in place, afraid to move, and too obedient to say a word.
Rose leaped onto the bed with a single bound, utilizing her feline leg muscles. Even while crouching, the cheetah loomed over the cautious coyote. Violet's role now felt more like a small prey animal awaiting death and consumption. A drastic shift from just a pet being trained by her mistress. Rose's hackles were raised, and her tail lashed back and forth, puffing out to make herself appear more significant. She definitely looked bigger from where Violet was kneeling. The seven-inch silicone cock between her legs was by far the most intimidating thing about her.
"Present...mutt." Rose snarled through clenched teeth. The feral way Rose spoke made Violet's fur bristle and her loins gush. Violet cautiously turned her body to face the foot of the bed, afraid Rose might tackle her and sink her teeth deep into her hide if she reacted too quickly. She was about to lift her tail and lower her shoulders when her girlfriend, mistress, or whatever Rose was now, did precisely as Violet feared would happen. Violet yelped at the sharp feline teeth suddenly baring down on the scruff of her neck.
"You're mine, mutt," Rose said with a mouth full of coyote fur. "Say you're mine!"
"I'm...yours." Violet sniveled.
"Say you belong to me! And only me!" Rose demanded again.
"I belong to you! I only belong to you!!" Violet replied, crying out this time.
"What are you?" Rose snarled.
"I'm your mutt! I'm your filthy slutty mutt!" Violet cried out, her voice breaking along with her resolve.
"And what do you deserve?!" Rose asked.
"I deserve To be bred! Like the mutty little breeding slut I am!" Violet cried at the top of her lungs, holding nothing back as she fully and utterly submitted to her alpha.
"Good...girl," Rose grumbled. Her fingers wrapped around the base of Violet's tail, using it for leverage. Then, her slim, feline fingers wrapped around Violet's neck, holding her firm.
"I'm gonna breed you good and full, you little bitch." The tip of Rose's false cock poked at Violet's drooling sex, feeling out where her folds would give way to her slick pocket beyond. Rose felt the toy sink into her bitch, and so did Violet... The emasculated coyote pressed backward, forcing the silicone tip inside her. Rose pushed her hips forward, quickly filling her slut to the tune of a lustful yelp from the canine.
"Mistress!" Violet cried. This was the last word Violet would mutter during their rut. Her open maw gasped and grunted as Rose buried her bone in the girl. Each extra inch inserted inside the coyote sent her further into the devolved mindset of a beast.
"Good bitch, take it all," Rose growled, her hips finally meeting Violet's rear. As Rose backed out of her, the feeling of silicone sliding and tugging along Violet's insides made her grip the bed sheets. The cold absence of Rose's toy was short-lived, replaced by that sweet sensation of being stretched and filled as Rose pushed back into her.
Violet moaned again and again. Each thrust from her grunting, snarling girlfriend swelled elation throughout her pelvic region. Rarely did Violet get to indulge in penetrative sex, at least on the receiving end. Her strap-on was usually reserved for Rose. The best she usually got was a few fingers or her vibrator. Rose was on her A-game tonight, going much further than her amateurish use of a strap-on. This was bestial, and it was divine. Just giving over to one's animal urges and fulfilling what her body was meant for...to be bred. She was losing herself to her baser instincts, just as Rose had.
Violet snarled while Rose's hips rapidly repeated the same jackhammering thrusts. She turned her head to side-eye the cheetah. The two shared a feral stare, both given into the most based...and debased...animal lust that forever lingered beneath the veneer of civility. Violet snapped her jaws at her mate, intent on removing the cheetah's hold on her neck. This proved successful as Rose let go of her mate to hiss at her feral lover.
"Bad...girl...." Rose growled. She grabbed a fistful of Violet's jet-black hair and pulled her head back, reining in the ferocious sub. Her other hand pressed down on Violet's back, forcing her down as low as she could go, as was her proper place.
Violet yipped, then snarled. She attempted to turn her head and snap at Rose again, but Rose's grip was far too tight. Each subtle movement showered her scalp in pain, so Violet shortly opted to yield to her mistress's hold over her. Her sudden burst of aggression melted away regardless. Rose's ample breeding of her yearning hole had her melting into a submissive puddle in no time.
The coyote's eyes rolled, and her mouth opened to let a satisfied whine into the musky air. Her breathing sped up as fast as Rose's driven thrusts into her. Her whinges gradually changed into whorish moans as her climax approached, panting like the bitch in heat she was being used as.
Her moans continued, ricocheting off the walls and overwhelming the huff of Rose's heavy breathing. Steadily, they rose in pitch and volume until suddenly, with quivering legs and eyes shut tight, she cried out in rapturous orgasm. Her pussy sucked at Rose's toy, threatening to pull it from the cheetah's snatch as she fucked her. Violet's ragged cries came one after another, each becoming more tattered as her climax went on. Rose just kept going, savoring her bitch's painfully blissful elations.
Rose would go as long as she had the energy, slowing down only to bring her partner to a savage orgasm again. But that energy had been sapped after all their activity, and after a minute of blowing Violet's mind, her motions bled off. As her scene finally came to a close, both girls felt their senses return.
Violet and Rose were panting like they'd just run a marathon. Rose carefully withdrew the toy from her lover and fell back onto the bed, exhausted. She gazed up at Violet's gaping hole. It stared back at her, dribbling the coyote's arousal over the duvet.
"Fuck...we're gonna have to wash the sheets again..." Rose thought. Her eyes fell on the toy protruding from between her legs, coated in the same feminine juices staining the duvet. She smirked as one last dirty idea popped into her mind.
"Come here, pet...clean my toy for me..." she commanded. Violet lethargically pushed herself up and turned her half-lidded, glazed-over eyes to the purple cock. Violet crawled toward the cheetah with quivering limbs, her leash dangling by her neck. Wordlessly, she dipped her head down and went to work, licking her own fluids off Rose's false member. Rose reached out and petted Violet's head. "Good girl."
When Violet finished her task, she slid up next to her girlfriend and lay with her, stroking her fingers tenderly through the cheetah's fur. Rose was still catching her breath, a gloved hand resting on her chest as it rose and fell. She took one long, deep breath and let it out in an even longer sigh.
"Okay, I'm done being mistress now. You can be top again." She said, her usual sweet tone a complete and utter shift from the officious and, near the end, abject feral tones she'd employed during their romp. Violet chuckled and nuzzled her face against Rose's side.
"I dunno..." She murmured. She let out her own content sigh before adding, "That was fucking wild, Rose. Maybe I don't want to be on top anymore." She gave the cheetah a coy little smile before closing her eyes. Rose scoffed, clearly still out of breath.
"I don't think I have the stamina for that. Beating your ass was fun, but I still prefer to be your bottom girl." She huffed.
"Not so easy being in charge, is it?" Violet quipped. She snuggled closer to the feline, reveling in the friction of her facial fur against Rose's neck fur.
"It's more work than I thought it would be," Rose admitted. The two sat in sweet silence for a moment. Violet poked Rose in the ribs, squeezing a giggle from the cheetah.
"By the way, you did an outstanding job beating my ass. I'll be sleeping on my side for a few nights at least." Violet jested.
"Don't you always sleep on your side?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, but now I'll have to."
"I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle the level of pain I inflicted on you," Rose stated. "I'm impressed."
"I never thought you'd have the lady balls to make me bark for you, but here we are," Violet chuckled.
"And I didn't think you had the lady balls to actually go through with it. I thought you'd tap out at there,"
"I must admit, it was close to crossing a serious line with me. I almost did tap out, but I guess my instincts had other ideas. I degraded myself for you like a good little mutt." Violet replied in a sickly, sensual tone. Rose chuckled.
"That you did." Rose looked down at the coyote curled up against her. "Can you give me one last bark?"
"Don't push your luck, spots," Violet replied.
"Worth a try," Rose remarked. "I'll get more out of you next time." Violet sighed and ran her fingers through Rose's chest fluff.
"Oh, I know you will. My Rose sure has some _sharp_thorns."
Rose snorted at Violet's 'thorn' comment.
"Damn right, I do, mutt." She replied with a cocky tone to match her toothy smirk. "You better be careful handling me from now on, or you might get cut." She trailed a claw up Violet's naked side. Violet shivered, and her tail flapped against the duvet.
"Mmmmm. You know just what to say to me...mistress..." Violet cooed. She craned her head up to Rose's neck and licked up its length. Rose giggled, and the two lay silently until Violet spoke up again, her voice soft and content. "Hey, Rose?"
"Yeah?" Rose replied.
"This night was really exhilarating. Thanks for showing me this."
"No problem, babe. Thank you for taking a chance and trying it with me."
"Totally..." She paused to let the moment linger. "I love you, Rose." She said, letting her eyes shut.
"I love you too, Violet."
Rose let her own eyes close, too. Her ears suddenly flickered at a car door slamming outside their townhouse. She turned her head to the window and had a dreadful realization. Her eyes shot wide open in shock and embarrassment.
"Oh, shit..." She swore.
"What?" Violet murmured.
"We left the window open..."