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I was no stranger to dancing. It was pretty much my job to walk around and keep an eye on everyone in the club, so I've seen it all. Break-dancers, trance dancers, ravers, phreakers or however you say that. I lose track of the slang at times. This girl though, she was really something else. She wasn't there to make a statement or groove to the music or attract someone for a hookup. She looked to be dancing just for the sheer joy of it, and_boy_ did it show in her performance.

I'm not sure what prompted me to take such a keen interest. Initially it may have simply been that she didn't have too much of a crowd to stand out against. It had been a pretty quiet night thus far. Well, in a metaphorical sense anyway. The thundering bass boomed from the amplifiers, the crowd swaying and gyrating to the beat as if the sound waves themselves were moving their bodies back and forth in unison. I've worked security for a few nightclubs in my time, and a number of them had something in common with the_Theta Wave_.

At first blush, there's nothing to distinguish the place. Not the architecture, not the décor, not the music or the lightshow; all of those are outstandingly unremarkable. The club doesn't really have a theme or gimmick to hook people into the door, it's just a place to drink a little, dance a lot, and have fun. It's an escape, somewhere you can lose yourself. Actually, I'd say the_Theta Wave_ is most remarkable in its unremarkableness. It's as though someone put thought into making this place look as simple and unassuming as possible. It worked out beautifully for the place though. It's not a big, flashy edifice that tries to rope in as many people as it can just for them to wait in a huge line by the door. It's more like a lovely little reward for those curious and observant sorts that will go off the beaten path far enough to find it. It's a lot like the way sometimes the tiniest little blooms will harbor the sweetest scent.

Hah, there I go waxing poetic again. I had an interest in wordsmithing once, but it's tough to take someone like me seriously as an author. Fortunately though, it's second-nature for people to take me seriously as a bouncer or guard. It's in my blood, really. Not to toot my own horn but I'm quite a fine specimen of the Doberman line. I looked down at the pulsing lights reflecting off the sheen of my fine, slick coat. It was almost sinful how much I enjoyed going shirtless on the job. It took me some time to earn the privilege, but it made me grin just thinking about it every time. Some people flinch at the sight of the black "SECURITY" shirt, but I much prefer the idea of people flinching at the sight of the muscles that are about to bend their body in unpleasant ways if they don't straighten up and fly right.

I touched the thick, spiked leather collar around my neck. My shift supervisor gave it to me a year ago. Said I needed something to 'distinguish myself' if I wasn't going to wear the full uniform. I thought it was foolish at the time. No one seemed to have trouble listening to me whether they realized I was security or not. Damned if this thing didn't look positively_menacing_ on me though.

I was on roving patrol, like usual, because a lot of the time just seeing me nearby will make people think twice about creating any trouble. What I find to more effective is people_not_ seeing me until the last possible second. Nice thing about the loud music is that it's a cakewalk to sneak up on people when they can't hear you. At a stately 6'2" not counting the points of my ears, and nearly a weight-class all my own, it's easy to see why the ability to sneak up on people is something of a novelty for me. It certainly is a lot of fun though. I usually end up tussling with other canines, just because I know how to read them for signs of trouble, and how best to restrain them if necessary. I never get tired of tapping some drunk pup that's having a little_too_ much fun on the shoulder and watching the smart-ass remark die on his tongue as he sees me, suddenly folding his ears back and looking like he's about to wet himself.

I wasn't sure whether to be happy or disappointed that it looked like I wouldn't have the opportunity to pull that little trick tonight. Everyone looked to be behaving themselves, we'd only had to ask one person to leave so far. He'd had a bit too much to drink, but he was the quiet sort of drunk. Just mumbled something about how he had a nice time on our date as we helped him into the cab. I took another, slightly slower sweep of the club, looking around for more than just signs of trouble. One thing I'll say about working here is that it does kind of ruin the magic after awhile. You get used to the DJ's selections, the patterns of the lights and the flow on and off the dancefloor, it all kind of fades into the background after awhile.

Through all that noise and meaningless chatter though, sometimes you manage to find a gem. I must've been searching for one in the back of my mind, because just when I was entertaining that thought, I saw her. I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked out through a break in the crowd to a spot near the stage to see a ring-tailed lemur, dancing like a thing possessed. In an instant, the crowd shifted and I lost my view. I found myself expertly weaving past the people milling around the bar area to get around to the other side of the dancefloor. I took up something resembling a watch post as I sought out another glimpse of the dancer in the front.

The view was clear from this angle, and I soon figured out why. There was a clearing around her, no man's land within reach of the sweep of her ever-swinging legs. She whirled and leapt with a passion and fervor that I'd never seen from someone that wasn't under the influence of some pretty heavy hallucinogens. That was what I suspected at first, until I caught her eyes for an instant. Her gaze swept across me as she dipped in a graceful arc, her movements seeming perpetual. The amber discs that flitted once in my direction were clear and sharp, the exact opposite of the distant, foggy expression of someone that had elected to chemically supplement their happiness.

I continued to watch her dance, her body twirling and twisting to a beat all her own as the rest of the crowd merely shook with the thud of the speakers. The house lights made the white stripes of her tail flare with flashes of color, the effect exaggerated a dozen fold by her swift and graceful movements. It wasn't until just then that I noticed how lithe and trim she was. My first impression that she was of average build had come from the thick, fluffy coat that she tossed around with such reckless abandon. I felt a little twinge of jealousy seeing the volume of the plumes of luxurious fur that adorned her shoulders, chest, her hips, and just...everywhere. One point where I will sometimes begrudge my breed is how thin and lifeless my fur is. Any touch to my fur cuts right through to my skin, making me feel much more vulnerable and exposed than anyone of my build has a right to.

I kept watching the frenzied dancer, her impassioned movements holding my attention like nothing else had in a long time. She had only a minimum of clothing, not like that sort of thing was discouraged around here, but it was rare to see a girl trailing only the barest wisps of gossamer cloth go so all-out in a dance. There was an elegance to it though. She couldn't bother to be encumbered by fancy clothes or clattering jewelry when performing such complex acrobatic feats, for no reason more than the sheer joy of performing them it seemed.

I was fascinated by the sinuous movements of her luxurious, and impossibly long tail. It had to be as long as she was tall. Not unusual for her kind, I'm given to understand, but she used it to dazzling effect. It looped and swung all around her, swinging through the air in spectacular arcs. It was as if it were performing a dance of its own despite the handicap of being attached to its partner's behind. I felt my paw slide forward across the floor to catch my balance and realized that I had started to sway with her. My bare paws didn't always have the best traction on this smooth surface. The rhythm of her dance was passionate and quite literally_moving_. I don't know how she kept it up. I was breathing hard just watching her.

Unfortunately, her endurance was not infinite, nor was the play of the record the DJ had on. When the crashing climax of the music came, she capped her performance with a suitably theatrical back-flip and a three-point landing that she made look positively effortless. I remembered to close my hanging jaw as the dancefloor began to empty. I wrung my hands uncomfortably, realizing that they had ended up in front of me because I had nearly started to clap for her. When I looked up again, the mystery dancer had vanished with the rest of the crowd. I stepped out onto the dancefloor to get a better look, but she was just as gone as before.

I was nervous, but only for a second. Having to pinpoint someone in a crowded club was nothing new to me, so I took it as a challenge. There was a rail lined on one side by stools that ran at an angle along one side of the dancefloor. I chose there as an unassuming place to stand while I scoped the place out. I knew she wouldn't take long to find. Her black-and-white color scheme was distinctive and would give her away before long. As I scanned the crowd again and again, 'before long' came and went, and I was no closer to finding her. I turned to walk away and take a better look around.

"Enjoy the show, stud?"

I turned back towards the source of the voice, finding nothing.

"Down here."

Sitting in the stool not a foot from me was the lemur, smiling cheekily at my obliviousness. It was no wonder I hadn't seen her. She had a build much better suited for sneaking, and she was quite a bit smaller than I had previously thought now that I saw her up close.

"Well, I suppose you could say I did," I said. "It was a show then?"

"Nah, that was just me having a little fun. I noticed that_you_ treated it like a show though."

"Well, if the _show_fits..."

She giggled sweetly. It was a cute, enchanting little sound. I found myself trying to think of something else funny so I could hear it again, but nothing came.

"So, what was it about my show that captured your interest?"

My brain was working on spinning some slick line, but when her eyes met mine I felt the whole, unvarnished truth spilling out of my mouth without it having the courtesy of checking with my brain first.

"Well, I'll admit to a little jealousy."

"Oh come now, a chiseled hunk of bronze like you being jealous of little old_me_?" She coyly placed a hand on her chest. "How can that be?"

"Well you uh," once again I felt the words being pulled out of me where there should've been nothing for me to say. "You have very nice fur. It's clear that you take good care of it and you know how to show it off."

"And _why_would that make you green with envy?" She asked, playing a few tantalizing fingers up and down my side, making me shiver a little. "From what I can see, the same is quite true of you as well."

"It's... not only that. You have a wonderful tail."

"Do I?" She said, looking over to her tail as she brought it up next to her. The tip curled into something resembling a question mark, as if it was feigning ignorance as well.

"Really, you do. It makes your dancing absolutely dazzling."

"Oh, come now..." She turned her head with a bashful hand at her mouth. "You're going to make me blush."

I had looked away from it for just a second, and I felt that sneaky tail snaking its way across my back. I had to clench my jaws against a surprised little squeak that wanted to jump out of my mouth. She was going to make_me_ blush with that thing. She spoke again, only partly distracting me from the abominable tickling.

"So, does that make you jealous too?"

"Yes, of course it does." I felt my toe claws scrape the floor as my twitching in response to the tantalizing brushing of her soft fur against my back started to intensify.

"And why is that?"

"I... thought the reason would be obvious." I thought of my own little stub above my backside, not even worth pulling my belt down beneath it.

"Aww, well I suppose you've got me there. Don't look so glum about it though." She stroked along my jaw line in a 'keep your chin up' sort of gesture. It was a little awkward because I had to keep my head angled down in order to look at her. "Jealousy isn't necessarily a bad thing. If we had not been jealous of the birds, would we have ever built airplanes to take to the skies? If we had never felt jealous of the gods, would we have ever mastered fire, or electricity? Had we not been jealous of the stars, would we have built rocket ships to shoot up into the sky to try and touch them?"

"You... make my envy sound so noble." I was trying not to let on how hard I was praying that she wouldn't stop stroking my chin like that.

"No emotion is inherently good or evil. Anger can be righteous and justified. Happiness can be a vindictive prize gleaned from suffering. They are merely things that happen to our minds. It is the people that the emotions are attached to that make them the great and powerful things they are," she mused as she idly drew little circles on my chest with a claw. "And you know, I rather like the person attached to this jealousy. What do I call you, sweet thing?"

"My name's Roger. It uh, gets confusing trying to get a hold of me on the radio sometimes." I tapped the clunky black radio clipped to my equipment belt. My statement was rewarded with another little giggle, one I reacted to with scarcely contained excitement.

"I'll bet. So you work here, Roger?"

"Yeah, security."

"Interesting. What's it like?"

"It's nice. There's nothing that really stands out about the place, and yet there's really no other club quite like it. It's difficult to explain actually. Why the interest?"

"Well, don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of scoping the place out. I've been looking for work for a little while now."

"You want to work here as a dancer?"

"As an _entertainer_of sorts, yes."

"That's wonderful! I can put you in touch with-"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'd much prefer to stay in touch with you right now." The tickling tail behind me stepped up its efforts, making me edge a little closer to her reflexively.

"Well, I'd like that too, but what do I call you?"

"Evelyn. Lynn is fine though."

"Lynn..." I liked the feel of the word as it came off my tongue. "It's a pretty name."

"Well, there's not much to it, but there's beauty in that I suppose."

"I was going to say the same about your outfit."

"Oh, you dog!" She gave me a playful shove. I laughed when it made her seat spin and I didn't budge an inch.

"It's going to take a bit more than that to move me, hon."

"Hm, well I bet I could do it without any too much effort," she declared, hopping down from her stool and padding a few paces away. She turned back to me with a playful gleam in her eye. "In fact I may have no choice. This is hardly a good place to get to know one of my new fans."

I took a few steps after her, only to be stopped by her hand at my chest. Well, as high as she could reach on my chest.

"See? I told you I could move you."

She dusted my nose with the tip of her tail, making me snort a little. I was impressed that she could reach my face so easily with it. It must've been even longer than I thought. I walked after her as she continued on, not entirely certain where we were going. I was surprised to see her heading for the VIP section. Kevin, a short, but stocky and imposing bull mastiff, was guarding the door. He was also my supervisor, and the thought of him seeing me chasing girls around the club while I was on the clock gave me a little flush of panic. It was a bit late to go back now though.

"Second door on the left, Evelyn," Kevin said as he stepped aside and lifted the velvet rope for her. He gave me a confused look when he noticed me. "Roger? What are you up to?"

"He's my guest! Let him through, silly!" Lynn said.

"Guest is it? Well I suppose it would be rude to refuse, then. Just know that I'm counting this against your breaks."

"Of course." I was surprised at his leniency. "Thanks, Kev."

"Don't mention it," he said as he shut the door behind us. "No, really. Never tell anyone about this. Can't have it getting around that I'm_nice_."

"Got it, boss." Now that sounded more like Kevin to me. I had to take a couple quick strides to catch up to Lynn as she unlocked the door Kevin had pointed her to. "So, what's all this about?"

"I told you I was interviewing here," she said as she led me inside. "The club's owner must be interested in me, because she said I could use this room while I was checking the place out, getting used to the crowd and such. It's not much, but it's certainly more than I ever expected."

I looked around the small, sparsely furnished room. It reminded me of an economy hotel, but it was quite well kept. There was a suitcase in the back and a scattering of what I assumed were Lynn's personal belongings. They must really be laying on the sugar to move all this in for her.

"It's... functional," I said, edging past the bed to where she was standing. "I've never had much occasion to come back here."

"Oh, you're missing out. I know a lot of people like to let loose on the dancefloor, but when that's where you_work_ it's usually behind the curtain that you really come out of your shell. You should try coming back to visit more often. I bet some of the other girls would love to have a visit from you."

I thought of the club's other employees. A wild, motley crowd as you might expect from a group of performance artists. I had stayed at a distance from them for the most part thus far, trying to keep things professional. I supposed it wouldn't hurt to get to know the people I work with a little.

"They have quite a wide variety among their number. I'm sure I could find a few people I could get along with."

"That's the spirit!" she chirped. "We'll make a social animal out of you yet. Now, where were we?"

"I'm the wrong person to ask. I'm following your lead."

"Ah, well in that case, you were loosening up a little bit and telling me about yourself."

"Well, alright..." I said, pausing to get my thoughts together. "I'm not sure there's much to tell. I've worked security here for over a year now, but it feels like I'm only just starting to get settled in."

"Is that so? You don't feel like you fit in?"

"Well, sort of. I'm good at my job and everyone seems to appreciate that, but there's... a culture clash here. Everyone is so outgoing and energetic. And well, that's just not me." I realized that I was giving voice to some thoughts I'd had for a long time, but had never the occasion to put into words before. They were kind of personal things to say, but Lynn was just so easy to talk to. "It makes it difficult to relate to them. I'm more of a subdued sort. A thinking man that enjoys quiet conversation."

"Oh, I know. You think it was coincidence that I asked you to come back here for a little quiet conversation?"

"This was... by design? To get more out of me?"

"Well, you make it sound so sinister when you phrase it like that, but yes. People will reveal more and be more personable when they feel comfortable. I'd imagine you don't like to talk too much when you're out there. You seem like the type that doesn't want to be forced to raise his voice to be heard. I thought that sneaking away back here would make our introductions a lot more fun for both of us. How'd I do?"

"I... quite well I guess. I feel a lot less tense and distracted with just you and me."

"Good. It's important for you to stay comfortable and relaxed. I know you'll feel so much better if you stay comfortable and relaxed."

"Yeah, that sounds good." An... odd phrasing on her part, but given her generally eccentric nature I didn't give it too much thought. That kind of was how I was starting to feel. Comfortable and relaxed.

"Yes, that _is_good. Do tell me if there's anything else I can do to make you more comfortable and relaxed."

"Okay, there's... not really much I can think of." I put my mind to the question, but my thoughts seemed to have slowed in the last few moments, and the answer eluded me. I felt my hand come up and run a few fingers along my jawline to help me think.

"Ah, that's what I thought." She nudged my hand out of the way to stroke along my chin with her own. "I_knew_ you enjoyed this."

"Mmmh, yeah..." I murmured appreciatively as a pleasant tingle spread from the tips of her claws running through my fur.

How did she know? My hand... did I just signal her somehow, without even realizing it? Thinking back on it, she'd been right about everything she said about me. How was she so tuned into me that she knew all these things? I couldn't focus on the questions floating through my head as I felt myself relaxing more at her gentle touch and the soft cooing of her voice.

"Yes, that's right. Just relax more and it'll feel even better. Relax... that's right..."

I felt my shoulders fall and my neck stretch out as I leaned into her touch. I almost started to feel foolish, but that was wiped away when her opposite hand reached up to rub my ear. Gently at first, up to the point at the top and then back down. My eyes drifted shut and I gave a little shudder, another signal, it seemed. My eyes sprang open again as she rubbed assertively along the base of my ear, squeezing and kneading the velvety flesh between her fingers.

"What... what are you-mmfh!" I was silenced by her pushing up on my jaw suddenly. I blinked in confusion for a moment. The movement had broken our eye contact, but Lynn's voice brought my attention back to her.

"There's no need to speak. Speech takes focus and effort. You just have to relax. You only need to speak if I ask you something. Otherwise just make yourself comfortable. Doesn't that sound nice?"

I nodded gently, feeling the pressure subside on my jaw. "Only... if you ask."

"Good, now that belt of yours is heavy, isn't it?"

"So heavy..." I could feel the bulky equipment dragging me down. I was always used to it being there. It didn't usually feel so heavy.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable without that heavy burden?"

I nodded again.

"Don't you want to be more comfortable?"

I didn't notice my own movements until my claws were hooking in underneath the clasp of my equipment belt. By then the belt coming open and slipping off of me was a foregone conclusion.

"Good, you can drop it on the chair there if you like."

There was a muffled clatter as my radio, handcuffs and other gear attached to the belt fell against the padding of the chair.

"Now, doesn't that feel so much better? So much more comfortable?"

"Yes, so comfortable..." relieved of my burden, I felt so light and carefree. Why didn't I toss that thing sooner?

"Very good, that's wonderful to hear." As soon as I had said 'comfortable' a broad grin snaked across her face. She seemed to have some kind of fascination with the word. I didn't get too much more of a chance to think about it. She had more instructions, and each one seemed to take every ounce of my flagging concentration. "You've been looking into my eyes, I see. My eyes help you relax, don't they?"

"Yes..."

"Good, just keep looking. Whenever you want to feel more relaxed just look into my eyes and they will help you."

The deep amber of her eyes dominated my vision. I couldn't imagine how much I must've been slouching by then to get to her eye level. I didn't mind though. It let my muscles relax more and let me get closer to her face. Her calm, soothing expression was somehow quite overpowering. Soon my expression matched hers, and I started to feel that influence spread. My muscles weakened as the tension flowed out of them. I was starting to have trouble holding up my own bulk with them. When did I get so tired?

"Come here, doggy."

It was more a statement of what was happening than a command. The gentle pressure of her hands had already been drawing me inexorably towards her. She settled my head against her neck, gently stroking down my neck and shoulders as more of me came within her reach.

"Breathe deeply, it will help you relax."

I wanted to relax, so I did as I was bidden. I gave a muffled yelp of surprise as a dazzling, spicy scent filled my nose. It was beautiful, complex and interesting. I took another breath, trying to adjust to the new stimulation.

"You like it? It's a perfume that one of the other girls lent me. It's called_Captivation_."

My response was unintelligible with my mouth and nose both buried in her thick, bushy fur, the tickling against my muzzle making me enjoy it even more. The warm tingle of the scent had spread through my chest and showed no signs of stopping. My knees shook from the effort of continuing to stand in this position. I found out only then what else I had been brought in reach of. I nearly screamed aloud as her tail swept back and forth across my back. The sensation shot up my spine like an electric shock. I felt a slightly painful thump as my knees hit the floor, finally overwhelmed by everything I was feeling.

"Hm, I figured you had a thing for this tail of mine. Why else would it make you so jealous?"

I started to try and answer her, tell her she was right again, but she pushed my head forward again to silence me.

"Don't worry. I know you enjoy it so I'll do my best to share it with you."

The fluffy length twisted and writhed against my back, an explosion of sensation coming from her tantalizing fur. She had to brace herself as my squirming muscles put even more of my weight against her.

"Yes, that's a good boy. Give into the sensations. Let them wash over you, consume you. It will only feel better the more you give yourself to them. Don't think, don't speak, just_feel_."

Once again, that was exactly what was happening. Every part of me that wasn't devoted to sensation was turning off. My thoughts and memories floated away in favor of drinking in the sensation of her luxurious fur, the calming tones of her sweet voice and the exhilarating burn of her scent. I felt my tongue break through my lips and drag across her fur, desperate to experience more of her.

"Hehe! Silly puppy!" she giggled, shying away from the wide sweep of my tongue against her neck. She put a stop to that by running her claws up my sides, eliciting a gasp and a shudder from me. Somehow she could pinpoint my most sensitive spots with unbelievable precision. The feeling was almost as exciting as what she said next. "You want to touch me, don't you pup?"

"Yes, oh yes. N-need to touch you." My arms tensed and twitched, an overwhelming desire to be wrapped around her body possessing them, nearly wresting them from my control.

"Need hm? Well I could hardly ignore one of my guest's needs..."

That sounded like an invitation. Should I? I can't just give in and grab onto her. It should be more clear. I shouldn't do it without her telling me to. But... I. want. to. A quivering whine squeaked from my throat as I fought with myself.

"Oh, such a good boy waiting for my permission!" she cried, pulling me into her embrace.

A pleasured shiver coursed through me. I couldn't tell if it was from being hugged close to her or from hearing that I was a good boy, but I enjoyed it immensely.

"Go ahead. My good boy gets what he wants."

I groaned in satisfaction as I dug my fingers into her fur and rubbed her flesh enthusiastically. I pulled her to me and stretched my arms across her back, rubbing myself against her as I stroked all up and down her body. I had to touch as much of her as I possibly could. She threw her head back as she started to shake with laughter as my claws sought out the sensitive spots on her flanks. All the while I was taking great, heaving breaths, stretching my neck over her shoulder trying to find where that enrapturing smell was the strongest.

"Ah! Ahah-stop! I can't take it!"

Instantly my arms opened and I leaned back, kneeling before her. I was still trembling slightly, desperate to clasp her within my arms again. It took some strength of will, but I held back to let her catch her breath. Soon she recovered, and gently rubbed across the top of my head. A reward, I knew it.

"Oh, such fervor._Such a _good boy, so excited to touch me and hold me."

My tongue unfurled from the side of my mouth, flopping lazily back and forth as I panted happily. My toes behind me curled with excitement as I eagerly soaked up her praise. If only she knew how hard I had to fight not to pounce on her right now.

"You want more, don't you pup?" She asked as she started to unbutton her top.

I trembled, my rear shifted back and forth, foolishly trying to wag my non-existent tail. She_knew_! Of course she knew! The half-shirt that just barely covered her was hanging on by a single, precarious button when she made a most disastrous decision to change her mind.

"No, I don't think so..."

A tiny, pathetic whine on the outside was a defiant, thunderous scream on the inside, but relief came in just another split second. Very fortunate as I was just about at the end of my rope as far as patience was concerned.

"You're the guest. Let me get a look at you first."

I was upright again so fast I was surprised I didn't hit the ceiling. Before I knew it I was stepping out of my pants and underwear. The little hops that I used to do so gave the impression that I had simply leapt out of them the moment she suggested it. I should've probably been nervous or something given the unusual circumstances, but as it was I stood proudly before her. Even more so when I saw her expression as she surveyed me.

"Oooh... well then. I have always wanted to find out what it was like to play with the big dogs."

It shouldn't really have come as a surprise, but I still shook a bit as her fingers wrapped around my thinly-furred sack. Apparently all the attention was having an effect on me that I hadn't realized until that point. By balls churned urgently as she played her fingers across them. My breath started coming in hot gasps as I felt my shaft starting to rise within my sheath. The muscles in my sheath twitched eagerly as a lusty heave brought the tip out into the open air. I sucked in air through clenched teeth as the cool sensation of the moist, exposed flesh hit me.

"Down, boy."

I sunk back to my knees, relieved to be able to do so again amidst the erotic haze.

"Good boy." She said with an assertive squeeze to my sack. She might've had my whole body in her grip for how it felt. "Don't tense yourself so. Just relax and let it happen. It's a natural, beautiful thing... just let it happen."

I needed to relax, but how could I in this predicament? I found my answer when my eyes met hers. That's why she had me kneel. To level my gaze with hers. I needed her eyes to help me relax... My gaze was simple and placid, but hers was just as much sharp and penetrating as it was warm and inviting. It was like those eyes reached into me and pulled out all the tension within me, sapping my strength and siphoning off my nervous energy to let the pleasure and arousal of the moment take its place.

"Good boy."

Another squeeze and another exhilarating shudder. My shaft throbbed larger at her behest and my neck tilted my head back just for a moment, before snapping it right back to meet her gaze.

"Good boy."

Another shiver of pleasure at her touch. It was a reward for holding her gaze and relaxing, relaxing more than I ever thought possible. I wondered how my body could do these things, how it could feel so good, and then I realized that_I_ couldn't do these things. My body wasn't responding to me, it was responding to_her_.

"Good boy!"

I moaned and heaved as my innards pitched and rolled, the pleasure growing ever stronger. Was that... could that be in response to what I_thought?_ The thought that Lynn controls me?

"Good boy."

My mind screamed 'impossible!' while my body simply bellowed with another spike of ecstasy. I had to try again. It's not science until you can reliably repeat your results. Lynn controls me!

"Good boy, good boy!"

I shuddered and heaved even as my mind reeled, trying to grasp what was happening. How did she know? How could she read my thoughts? I felt my knuckles hit the floor, jarring me momentarily. My hands were splayed out openly at my sides, and my slackened muscles had sunk me down so low that my fingers now brushed against the carpet. Lynn had to lean in much closer to reach me, since I was practically sitting by that point. That was when I realized it. I was knelt as low as I could get, with my arms spread wide. My mouth hung open with my tongue dangling lazily from it. She held me in her gaze with my head lower than hers. My ears were folded limply back behind my slightly bowed head, following the curve of my spine, which was leaned forward in supplication. She was reading me again, and every part of me_screamed_ submission. Submission was all I was, that was my only purpose, to submit to her.

"Good boy!"

Thunderous pleasure wracked my body once again. The involuntary contractions made me try to throw my head back, but Lynn's hands gripped the sides of my head, forcing my eyes to stay locked on hers. It was then that I realized that she was no longer squeezing me, and probably hadn't been for awhile. All the pleasure had come from submitting to Lynn, from being a good boy.

"Good boy."

Yes, yes! That was it. That's what being a good boy was. It was this pleasure. It was this arousal, arousal and obedience rolled into one, for they were one in the same.

"Good boy!"

I heaved once more, the instinctual motions futilely fighting her grasp.

"Now tell me, my good boy... how do you feel?"

"Oh, I'm... I feel so hot. I... it feels good to be good. Feels... so good to obey." I wasn't sure where the words were coming from, but they just spilled out of me, urged on by her tantalizing touch.

"Yes, you feel that obedience inside you, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"And you feel that throbbing arousal inside you too, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Do you? Do you really? You feel those as two separate sensations. Are you_sure_?"

"I... I-"

"Or is it one? One great, beautiful sensation that encompasses both. Is that it?"

"Yes... It is one..." She was right. Somehow the heat I felt had forged obedience and arousal together in my mind. I couldn't feel one without the other. This new, united feeling swelled within me, only now did I realize its full extent.

"So, tell me..." She said. "How do you feel?"

"Oooh... my body... it's filling with a torrent of obedience. Obedience burns through my blood as it races through my veins. Looking at you... it makes my obedience even hotter and stronger. My... Oh! My cock throbs with raging obedience for you. I've never felt such strong obedience for anyone! I can barely take it!"

I panted desperately, a hot drop of precum feeling like lava as it trickled down my shaft. She reached down to cup my balls again, finding that they had already pulled tight against me, aching for release.

"Oh, that much is certain. You are right at the borders of your poor body's tolerance for such pure, potent obedience." She gave my sack a gentle squeeze, making me moan heavily. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"Yes. Been. So long." My voice was a sharp rasp. I didn't realize how quickly she had brought me to full arousal- full... obedience, until I heard myself try to speak under its overwhelming influence.

"Hmm, is this all you have for me, I wonder?" She ran a finger down my shaft, smearing the precum down to the base. She pushed experimentally against the bulge in my sheath, making me moan aloud as my knot struggled to escape. "Ah! So you have a surprise still waiting for me. I like that."

I whined as she pulled her hand away.

"Still, I very much enjoy that look on your face. Such hot, earnest desperation. It's a thing of beauty. Maybe we won't go that far just yet."

The desperation in my quavering breaths gave way to outright suffering as I continued to sit there, powerless to tend my needs. I noted that my posture easily adjusted to the task of begging with only the slightest of movements.

"Oh, don't like that, do we? Have I worn on poor little puppy's patience?"

She sounded so disappointed, a prospect that cut me like a knife, but I could not deny the overwhelming need that she had woken within me. I whined sharply, still pleading for mercy.

"Well okay then. I'll forge ahead with this, since you've been such a good boy."

My breath caught in my throat at that phrase. Even teased and denied as I was it still brought me a shock of pleasure. She popped loose that last remaining button, showing off the pure, dazzling white fur that covered her breasts as she stripped off her top. Desire infused my frantic need as I hungrily followed the voluptuous curves of her body.

"But still, just as you need my cooperation, I need yours. But that won't be a problem, will it? Right now, you'd agree to just about_anything_, won't you?"

"What? I, I..." The demand provoked a sudden moment of lucidity.Anything? Just what was I getting myself into here? I didn't have a chance to follow that line of thinking as a single claw traced delicately up my sheath, over the bulge and all the way to the tip of my shaft, making it pulse to full attention. "Ahhh! Yes! Anything! Any-Ahhng!"

"That's better. Don't worry, little pup." She gave me a comforting rub on my head. In my state it only made a hot flush course through my face. "I won't make you sign a contract in blood or anything. It's plain to see that you enjoy being submissive. It's only logical that you'll enjoy it even more when you submit to me completely. When you surrender to me all of your being, without reservation, your pleasure will deepen and broaden into realms you could not have even conceived of before. Sound good, little pup?"

"Sounds... so good..." My voice had eased as I became more accepting of my fate. Her words should've been frightening, but all that my mind latched onto was how she said the pleasure would get even better. Better than I ever dreamed...

"Good. Now, since you're following my instructions, you shall call me 'Mistress' whenever you speak."

"I... okay." That didn't seem so bad.

She shook her head. "Yes. Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress." Was this some kind of game? Roleplaying or something?

"Very good. See, was that so hard?"

"No, Mistress." It was the truth, though her phrasing of the question was a painful reminder of my present predicament.

"Now then, a good pet obeys his mistress. A good pet enjoys obeying his mistress. I can ensure that those things happen, but you have to_want_ them to happen. Do you want that, pet? Do you want to be a good boy?"

"Yes Mistress!" The jolt of pleasure forced the words from my mouth. "I... I want to be a good boy."

"Wonderful," she said with a predatory purr that didn't suit someone of her size. "Now then, the path before you is a simple one. I noticed when you were looking in my eyes before that you would become... overwhelmed. You must push past this. Your fear and reservations prevent you from achieving your potential. Do you understand?"

She was right. I did feel apprehension when she was talking about this. Was that what was denying me my release? Once again, a hazy, complex issue suddenly had a simple, elegant solution in my mind as soon as she asked me a question. "Yes, Mistress. I must let go of my fear and give myself to you."

"Good. You know what you must do. Are you ready?"

"Yes, mistress."

Our eyes locked again, and 'locked' was most assuredly the most appropriate word to use. I felt their influence come over me in a sudden wave, slackening my agitated muscles and liberating my tongue from my mouth again. I fell right back into them as I had before, but this time it was different. They were strong and glaring into me. We were nose-to-nose, making them look impossibly large, their influence growing to match. My shivering was as much from nervousness as excitement. Remembering Mistress' words, I took a deep breath to calm myself. My apprehension soon passed and I settled back into the overwhelming embrace of her gaze.

"Good boy. Keep it up."

Her voice thundered through me with her mouth so close. It was exhilarating to know that I was doing well. I refused to let the fear show itself again as the room around me faded, her eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. I felt her tail swing around my back, my spine straightened at its tickling making it even more difficult for me to move from my current position. The tip of her tail even snaked around in front of me to play across my chest. I had to muster all my strength to overcome my fear of what came next.

I felt another fuzzy embrace wrap around my wrist, but her tail had not moved from my back. In fact its tantalizing ministrations there had only intensified. What felt like yet another tail at my ankle tightened its grip suddenly. Soon all of my limbs were bound in this fashion. The tail wrapping around my neck caused me some concern. I felt my muscles pulling back. No! Can't look away! I have to look into Mistress' eyes!

"Good boy."

Instead of a nebulous, phantom sensation as a reward, I felt yet another tail sweep up between my legs and caress my throbbing member. The sensation of the fur on my hyper-sensitive flesh was electric, so powerful it made my eyes water. Or perhaps that was because I had gone so long without blinking. I started to thrash about from the overwhelming sensation, but the tails surrounding me tightened, ensnaring and immobilizing me. I was trapped! I went from writhing in pleasure to struggling intentionally, but to no avail.

"Too late! You're mine, pup."

There was a golden flash that felt like it was inside my head as much as outside, and then darkness.

***

There was a muffled voice, sounding far away. I tried to respond, finding my mouth stiff and inarticulate.

"Mmh.... mff."

"I said, stand."

It was Mistress' voice. I felt like I didn't have the energy to get up, but the tails around my arms and at my midsection pulled up on me, getting my paws underneath me somehow.

"Good boy."

"Ahh!"

Those words, and the spike of pleasure that accompanied them, forced me back to full consciousness. Though my eyes were still shut tight, I felt my aching member throb and squeeze out another drop of precum to add to the trail trickling down it. I thought I had been out for awhile, but to still be this hard and this hot, it had to have been only seconds. I reached out my hand, seeking to liberate my knot, but the tail at my wrist jerked it away.

"Oh, honestly now! What kind of mistress would I be if I let my pet take care of his_own_ needs like that? But still, you've earned your reward, so I owe you."

I blearily forced my eyes open to see Mistress standing before me, a triumphant look on her face as she lowered her panties to the floor, the same pure white bellyfur of hers partly covering her netherlips. I felt a jolt as the exhilarating embrace of one of these fluffy tails wrapped aggressively around my shaft. No tickling or teasing, just a powerful squeeze. My body responded in kind, with an impassioned heave and a buck of my hips strong enough for my knot to break out into the open. I bucked and moaned as the fleshy bulb engorged with blood out in the open air, its girth soon enveloped in the coils of the ever-present lemur tails. Or was it? I finally looked down to find... nothing. Just my body below me. My muscles were rippling in passion as I knew them to be, but there was no tangle of striped tails binding and stimulating my body.

"What... what is this, Mistress?"

"You're getting your reward, pet. For being such a good boy."

I shuddered anew, my cock pulsing with desire. Now she was just trying to throw me off from the question in my mind.

"The tails... not real," I panted.

"Aren't they? Tell me, pet, do they feel real? The pleasure they give you for being such a_good boy_, is that real?"

I shuddered again, fighting to keep my focus. That phrase seemed to excite these phantasms just as it did me. "Yes... Yes, Mistress! They feel real."

"Well then, they're real in the most important ways, now aren't they?"

"Yes, Mistress!" That was becoming all the more apparent as they began to step up their game, twitching and wriggling all over my body, making me squirm in their grasp.

"Is the path before you so murky then? You have but to enjoy their attentions, my_good boy_."

I couldn't help it. I abandoned myself to them, reveling in their special treatment, stroking and tickling the fur all over my body. My shaft throbbed in their grip and my balls pulled close against me. I cried out in the ecstasy of release just as their touch vanished from me. The flow of my seed was cut off as their stimulating touch vanished. I was astonished. I thought nothing could stop it, but I understood when I saw the look in Mistress' eyes.

"Hm, it seems I have underestimated your sensitivity."

The knowledge that I had disappointed her made me wretch with pain. Collapsing to the floor without the tails to suspend me.

"Oh, don't worry so, pet. You can make it up to me."

A tail stroked under my chin, prompting me to look up at her.

"I've gotten a bit messy thanks to your eagerness. You'll clean me, won't you?"

I saw, cast across the downy white fur of her belly, the lone string of pearly fluid I had expelled in my moment of weakness. Tails reformed to bring me up to it, but I had no need of their direction. I was elated for the chance to atone for my mistake. I deftly licked the sticky deposit from her fur with all the care and patience that Mistress was due. My focus astounded even me. Soon I closed my eyes and let my nose guide me in my task. The scent of my seed was distinctive and familiar, requiring little effort to find.

"Very good. That is a pet's responsibility, you know. You must clean your mistress should she require it."

I mumbled my accession as I continued my work, licking thoroughly until I could no longer taste my own essence in Mistress' fur. There was a certain satisfaction to the task. Knowing that I had came for Mistress sent a tingling heat through my still very needy cock. The tails, once directing me in my duty, had eased off, apparently due to my willingness to comply. That was good to know. They would leave me to my work if I was a well-behaved pet. Secretly I enjoyed the chance to get close to her and bury my face in her luxurious coat once more.

I sought out more of Mistress' tantalizing scent as I cleaned her fur. I felt a delicious burn in my nose as I finished cleaning up my mess, and I followed the scent. Wet fur met my nose again, and_'pets must clean_' fired off immediately in my brain. I took a generous lick at the spot and felt Mistress twitch slightly. She gasped as I continued to lick, finding I very much enjoyed the new flavor I found there.

"Ah! Now what are you up to?"

"Mmh, pet... must clean..." I mumbled, returning to my work, the realization of exactly where I was licking only barely registering in light of my singular focus on my task.

"Oh, oooh! I _like_you! Goodness, you're a natural. You love to please Mistress, don't you?"

Taking her praise for encouragement, I abandoned pretense, dipping my tongue into her folds, savoring her flavor with every lick.

"Oh, yes. Pets love to please their Mistress. It comes so easily to them, it's as natural as breathing. Mistress' pleasure brings you pleasure, and makes you crave to serve her more. Isn't that right, pet?"

"Mhff... Mistress... hmm-pleasure! Mmm..."

I did my best, but my mouth was far too busy to properly form words. Mistress seemed to appreciate the vibration of my voice though, so I kept up the muffled sounds for her benefit. I knew I should pay more attention to her words, but I was feeling a burning need rise within me. I had thought that it was just the straining arousal from my brief brush with climax, but now Mistress had told me what this was. Pets_needed_ to serve their Mistress, to pleasure their Mistress. That was where my pleasure would come from, that was what my body begged for me to do.

"Oh, yes! Mmmh..." she panted, her words becoming more unsteady with each passing moment. "I'd forgotten about canines and- mmmf! Their_tongues!_ Oooh..."

Mistress forgot? Well I'd best be a good pet and remind her... She leaned her head back and shook as I flattened my tongue out and gave her a long, deep sweep across everything she could reach. She scooted backwards a little, I was starting to overwhelm her, I could tell. The compulsion was too strong though. Without even pausing to think I kept up with her, sliding my knees across the floor to keep her within reach. She made it only about half a stride before the back of her legs ran up against the bed. She had nowhere to go, and it only made me push even harder and deeper now that I knew she had something to help her keep her balance.

Her contractions were getting stronger and closer together. I found that the muscles of her thighs were quite developed from all that dancing, and it wasn't long before their twitching and heaving started to get in my way. A particularly enthusiastic contraction accompanied by an ecstatic squeal outright squeezed my muzzle out of reach. I could feel a tail tickling at my ear, and another creeping up the inside of my leg. They were starting to tease and encourage me. The words lit up in my mind like they had been drawn there in flaming letters.

"Must... pleasure Mistress."

I firmly grasped her thighs and pressed them against the foot of the bed. No way they'd be getting in my way now. This had the added benefit of leaving me more room to give Mistress the attention she deserved. I dove in with apparently a great deal more force than she was expecting. There was a surprised gasp and a sharp yip. Mistress' legs straightened out as she stiffened. The motion caused her to tip over backwards, but I had foreseen this and followed her right down onto the bed. With an even better angle and an even wider spread, I drove my tongue in deeper than I had been before, pressing my muzzle against her near to the point of pain. Mistress made a breathless little huff, having been unable to breathe since her last impassioned moan. I offered her just a second's respite, and that was only to get my tongue_just_ so...

I swept my tongue up sharply, pinning her clit up against my lips. I dragged my tongue across the little bud as I drew it to my mouth with agonizing slowness. I could hear her pulling the fitted sheet up from the mattress as I did so, and I knew that I was close to my goal. A few sharp licks right on top of her button and soon the air was filled with the truly heavenly sound of Mistress' glorious peak. I threw back my head and moaned right along with her, missing my chance to catch the new splash of nectar I had called up from within her. Having learned from my mistakes, I kept myself from cumming, but still reeled from the impact of the moment. Hearing that heady screech of ecstasy was like hearing a thousand 'Good boy!'s all at once. I still shook and panted as if the climax was my own.

"Oh, _amazing,_my pet! You're such a good, _good_boy!"

"AH-hnng!" I let go of her other thigh as a precaution when I heard that the hand I was steadying myself on the footboard with was carving thin gouges in the wood with my claws. I was_much_ too close to the edge for her to be talking like that.

My head spun and I felt quite disoriented as I tried to push myself away from the brink and contain my raging arousal. The gentle cooing and pleasured murmurs from Mistress made this quite difficult. Help came for me from a very unexpected source. I felt a tail tickle my nose. Not really in a stimulating way, just trying to call my attention to something. I drew a deep breath, finding it filled with the sweet, rich scent of Mistress' climax. I looked down to see the wet and matted fur surrounding her entrance, still glistening with the culmination of my efforts. There was a furry tickle at the back of my neck, like the tail was trying to push my head down. In that instant, the fog vanished. Everything was suddenly, brilliantly clear. I took hold of Mistress once more as I leaned down.

"Pet... m-must clean..." I whispered, focused entirely on my paramount responsibility.

"Oh, pet there's no-ooOH! Oh! Mmmh..." Mistress jerked and twitched at the touch to her sensitive flesh, but soon settled, her voice making it clear that she was enjoying herself.

I let out a throaty, open-mouthed moan as soon as my tongue touched her cum. Her taste exploded across my tongue, a river of savory and enticing flavor that only got broader as I continued to lick. It was like my brain couldn't handle all the information at once and so it was coming at me one element at a time in a stream. Soon it wasn't just flavor, emotion seeped into me through my tongue. Overwhelming pleasure coursed through me, but also the devilish allure of dominance that Mistress exuded, and a healthy dose of joy at her success, and pride in her new pet. All too quickly the marvelous seed was gone and I was left hanging once again. Mistress chose that exact moment to moan and buck her hips against my face.

"Mistress..." I whispered, the fog lifting slightly from my mind. "Mistress_needs_... Mmnf!"

My mind switched gears instantly, not waiting to fully form the thought before leaping into action. I slipped my tongue inside her now-familiar passage, moaning into her folds as I found more of her delicious cream there. I felt her muscles contracting around me, much more than last time. I didn't understand until I saw her sitting up. The muscles at work were those used to pull her up to a seated position. She reached down and lovingly rubbed my ears. The sensation was heavenly. It was like a 'Good boy!' that didn't break my focus. I loved it.

I was rather disappointed when her hand moved to a rather insignificant spot on the back of my head, pressing and rubbing and skritching, the purpose of which I couldn't imagine. Her touch seemed insistent though, and it held my attention to the point of being distracting. I noticed the rough scrubbing sensation of her rubbing my fur the wrong way with a finger and then it occurred to me that no one would ever do that as a form of reward. What was really going on here? She kept rubbing up along my skull. Up? Could that be the message? I tried to lick upwards for a few strokes, the motion changing the angle of my head slightly. She gave a pleasured squeak and started to stroke my ear with her opposite hand. I did good! That was what she wanted. She laughed as I let another happy-butt-wiggle sneak out of me.

Next she moved her finger to the left. So that was the game. She was treating the back of my head like it had a control panel on it. Interesting. So was it my left or stage left? I tried to turn my head in the direction of her finger, and got a sharp pat on the muzzle. Wrong way? No. Too far. I found the spot she wanted and got more ear skritches. This game was wonderful! I was astonished with how quickly I picked it up. Soon I was... well it's hard to describe, 'in the zone' I guess? Over time, the disconnect between her signals and my actions got shorter and shorter until it faded to practically nothing. My eyes went from sharply focused to a neutral, distant stare, like my mind wasn't part of the process at all anymore. It was a little disconcerting at first, but I soon lost myself in all the positive feedback from both her hands and her voice and no longer gave the matter any thought. Plus, her signals got much easier to interpret as time went on.

"There, yes there, there THERE-Ah! AHHH!"

I winced from the pain in the ear that had the great misfortune of being in Mistress' hand at the time of her climax. I was thankful for it though, the sharp twinge made it much easier to stave off the sympathetic climax that once more threatened to tear out of me. Mistress laid back to try and catch her breath. I wanted to allow her respite, but I couldn't ignore what was still right in front of me. Her swollen netherlips, once more coated in her delectable honey. It's intoxicating scent still called to me, and in my pleasured haze, I answered.

"Pet... must clean..."

"Ah!" she huffed. "W-wait. It's too soo-ooOH!"

"Must... pleasure Mistress..."

Mistress' pleasure tasted better every time. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. I would pleasure Mistress until I had run my jaw weak and my tongue raw, and then beyond! Mistress' voice was lost to her at the moment. The pleasure I was giving her was too overwhelming, a fact that I gave me a very generous swelling of pride in my heart. Mistress was smart and resourceful though. She had just the right accessory on hand for her predicament. With great effort she sat up, still shaking and panting as she did so. My eyes went wide as I heard a metallic click by my neck. There was a strong, commanding tug on my collar, one that put Mistress' treasure out of my reach. I looked up at her in confusion, seeing her just barely recovering her voice.

"Hold. On. Just- mmh... You have to. Wait."

The matte black leather leash was wrapped tightly around her hands. Mistress' arms shook as she restrained me. The leash was new, but I instantly recognized its authority. Her intent finally clear, I ceased my attempts to resume my efforts. I hung my head as despair gripped my insides. I had strayed from Mistress' desires. I was a bad pet. I disobeyed Mistress. Look what I've forced her to do to keep control of me! Mistress let out a long, shuddering breath as she collected herself.

"Easy now." The warm, comforting tone was returning to her words as she loosened the leash, allowing me to relax. I felt her hand gently petting my head. "It's not your fault, pet. You're a good boy."

An anguished whine tore through my tensed throat. Even with her forgiveness I still felt simply_awful_.

"Mistress! Mistress I'm so sorry!" I cried. "I can't help it. I just- I want to please you so badly. So badly it hurts! It burns inside me until I can barely control myself. Desire consumes me so much I can't hear, I can't listen and obey. I am such a bad pet!"

"Oh, my silly little pup." I felt a tug on my leash and I followed it instantly, clambering up onto the bed. "Come up here. Come into my arms, my pet."

I clenched against my arousal as Mistress held me. The warmth of her body and her downy fur against my still throbbing shaft was the most powerful teasing yet. Her arms hooked underneath mine as she pressed her head against my chest. Her hands just barely met in the back. I had forgotten our difference in size. Mistress always towered over me so...

"Your desire to please and serve me burns with a boundless flame. You are nearly reckless in your determination to please me. That is what makes you such a wonderful pet. Such a_good boy_."

Happiness hit me as if it had physical force. I felt my throat constricting again, nearly crying for joy at Mistress' approval. I hugged her tightly, as tight as I dared. I let up only when I heard the strained wheeze of her breath being squeezed from her chest, remembering that she couldn't command me as well when she couldn't speak. She took a deep, desperate breath to fuel her next words once she was freed from my grasp.

"I know what you want, pet. And I'm going to give it to you."

I nodded to her, starting to slide back down to resume pleasing her. It was what I most wanted after all. I was surprised by a corrective tug on my leash.

"No. Search your heart, pet. Could your desire to satisfy me truly be so strong, and have_that_be the only way you wish to do so?"

I didn't have time to search my heart. In that instant I felt my cock throb immensely and my balls churn in anticipation, my body responding to Mistress' words before I could, forcing a shuddering moan from my lips.

"Yes. That's a good pet. Now, normally I would have none of this, but you are such a special and loyal pet. You deserve a special and_generous_ reward."

"Mm-Mistress..." My voice shook in a way I'd never heard before. "I... I am-m... n-not worthy."

I there was a tug on my leash. I raised my head just in time- "Hm? MMNH!" -for Mistress' mouth to meet mine. Her slim muzzle and tiny, flitting tongue dominated mine somehow as unfathomable force and passion went into that kiss. I was on my back in the next instant, with her towering over me, where she belonged, her tail lashing aggressively through the air behind her.

"You're more worthy than anyone I've ever known."

"Thank you, Mistress." I was glad for her influence. At that moment, I never would've been able to form words without it.

"Now, I know how eager you are to please me, but you have to take it easy. Let me lead. At first, anyway."

"Yes, Mistress."

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, doing everything I could to relax and not tense up with excitement, even as Mistress' fingers graced the sides of my shaft in order to guide it. I heard Mistress' breaths also becoming much deeper to ready herself. Smoothly, and without further ceremony, she lowered herself down, letting my tip part her netherlips. The warm sensation screamed through me. Having been teased and denied for an eternity, my cock was certainly ready to take some initiative. I was astonished with my own resolve at confining my motions to the curling of my toes and tightening of my neck muscles and the like as Mistress slowly slid herself onto me. Desire and need throbbed louder and louder within me, my breath coming in a sharp hiss, but Mistress' instructions were quite clear. I had to hold out for her.

Mistress slipped, shoving a solid inch down onto me all at once. I heard her gasp and my eyes snapped open. I saw her wince and strain, and most definitely not in a good way.

"Nrrf... B-big... doggy."

Quickly I leaned forward to lift her.

"No." She rasped. "No, pet. It's okay. I-mmhf! I'm... just going to need... a minute."

"Yes, Mistress."

I was hesitant to allow what looked an awful lot like pain, but orders were orders. Soon I found a compromise. I reached out and gripped her buttocks, such as I might do if I were taking a more active role in this exchange. Mistress looked confused for a moment, until I started taking her weight in my arms.

"Mistress, you will tire yourself if you hold this position for so long on your own. Please let me help you, Mistress."

Her legs relaxed and she gave my efforts a nod of acknowledgement, still focused on adjusting to my presence inside her. I saw relaxation in her face, moments before I felt it within her. She gave me another nod and I loosened my arms, allowing her to take in a bit more of me. We repeated this a few more times, the process getting easier as we fell into a rhythm. When Mistress had finally worked her way down to just an inch from my knot, I noticed that she was holding her breath. I opened my mouth to ask her about it, but in the next instant my words were drowned out by a long moan as she slid down, taking me all the way up to the knot at last. There was another break for her recovery before she spoke again.

"Okay pet. I'm... going to see if... I can ride you now. I n-nnrf... I need you to stay still. Just like you've been doing."

"Yes, Mistress." Saying the words came easy. What followed was more of a struggle. My body was beginning to fight me with greater and greater force. Now fully enveloped in my mistress, the difficulty in not pumping inside of her was immense, but I forced my urges down once more. Whimpers and strained pants came out several times before I managed words. "You're... straining yourself, Mistress. Y-you can go... as slow as you n-need."

Mistress laughed, her insides undulating around me, most certainly not helping my willpower. "Sounds like squeezing out every one of those words cut you like a knife, pet. I am grateful for your-rrr concern. Though I do love to tease you, I don't think I'll go out of my way to draw this out."

"Thank you Mistress!" I kept ahold of the excited shiver that ran through me as best I could.

She shifted gently on top of me, her experimental movements slowly gaining strength and confidence as she adjusted to the sensation. My head tilted back and I groaned, my body screaming 'Finally!' as Mistress' inner walls caressed and stimulated me. My muscles started to twitch and tense. I did what I could to relax, but Mistress' increasingly vigorous motions on top of me were proving too much. I could feel the little muscles in my abdomen pulsing and twisting, preparing for the inevitable. I forced myself to look into her eyes, finding the embrace of her gaze to be as warm and comforting as ever. My muscles slackened and my limp tongue flopped to the side as it tended to do when I was in this state. Childish, happy gurgles percolated past the floppy mass of flesh in my mouth as my ears perked up at a new sound.

"Oh. Oh! Mmf. Hmmn. ngh..."

Mistress harried breaths were starting to be accompanied by little grunts and squeaks, starting to turn into moans. She was getting into it! Elation coursed through me in a warming wave as Mistress gave voice to her mounting pleasure. She ground herself against me with rising fervor, making my happiness overflow from her praise.

"Ohmm... Oh, pet! You feel so... oooh, so good inside me. I never want you to leave!"

True to her desires, she hadn't pulled off of me in the slightest for some time, just flexing my shaft inside of her and squeezing me as she continued using me for her pleasure. She always tensed and shivered while she was rubbing her netherlips against my knot. I made sure to remember that in case I would be allowed to participate more actively in her pleasure later on. I tensed and shook again, just the thought of that brought a surge of anticipation to my body. Just as I was starting to recover my composure, Mistress' claws dug into my fur and raked up my sides as she heaved with passion. The force she used was expertly measured, just enough for the path of each claw to sting and burn with fervent heat.

I tried to warn Mistress that I was getting too close, but the words wouldn't come. My muscles were addled by pleasure, and I could hardly get any response from any of them. My limbs and mouth wouldn't_go_ and the intricate little muscles involved in my release wouldn't_stop_. I dimly realized the cause as the pleasure crested within me. Mistress had collapsed on top of me, having tired herself with her exertions. She continued to grind and buck against me though, and her new position placed her gaping, panting,moaning, pleasure-fueled maw right below my ear, just_blasting_ the sound of Mistress' ecstasy into my brain.

The stimulation of my body, the elation of knowing how well I was pleasuring Mistress, the vibration of her throaty moans against my chest, the rapturous siren's song of her pleasure coursing through me... it was all too much. A sharp and inarticulate grunt left my muzzle before it snapped shut, my muscles pulsing and heaving as I expelled my load. Mistress held on for the ride, but I could tell she was not experiencing the pleasure I was. The realization slowed my flow to a trickle abruptly, and nearly drove me to tears. As soon as I could wrench my muzzle open I scrambled to apologize.

"M-mistress! I'm so- ungh! I... I couldn't-"

"Shhh..."

Mistress gently put a stop to my words, and I felt not a corrective tug to my leash, not a sharp strike of castigation, but a gentle, caring caress of her fingers as they traced down the back of my head and neck.

"It's alright, my pet. I understand. I should've known..."

A trembling, mournful whine rushed from my throat. It would've been better if she had struck me, if she had scolded me for being a bad pet. As it was I felt even_worse_for having betrayed her when Mistress was so kind and understanding about it. My eyes sealed tightly shut as I felt the shame of my failure cutting deep into me.

"Easy now, pet. Don't be sad. It's not your fault."

I felt her arms wrap around me in a comforting hug, and to my surprise I felt a number of fluffy tails doing the same. The warm, teasing, incorporeal tails had returned to comfort me; wrapping around my limbs and encircling around my back, exaggerating the tingling warmth of Mistress' belly fur. She continued to comfort me throughout their "assault".

"You have needs too, pet. You're just such a good boy that you don't care about them at all."

"Ah-hh! Good boy!" I jerked and shivered at those words, getting a very stark reminder that I was still inside Mistress. The tails had started to tickle at the pads of my feet, making me squirm and clench my toes against them. I realized that they must've been responding to the 'Don't be sad' command.

"Yes. You're such a good boy that you're barely aware of your own needs at all, but_I_should be. A good Mistress takes care of her pets. Tends them, and makes sure that their service is a happy one. I was so overwhelmed by your... mmmh,natural gifts that I forgot my responsibility to you. I wasn't paying attention when you needed me to."

Mistress released me, and braced her arms against my chest as she started to pull herself off of me.

"Mistress, don-" I stopped myself form giving Mistress an order. That was not my place. "Y-you don't have to do that. I can-"

"No, it's all right, pet. I enjoyed you very much, but the experience was... draining. I could use a respite."

She took a few heavy breaths as she pulled off of me. I felt conflicted, but Mistress had made her wishes clear, so I remained still for the moment. The cold air was sharp on my slickened shaft. I felt a prickly shiver run though me that Mistress took immediate notice of, gently sliding herself down my body.

"Aww, cold on the outside, is it? I'll see if I can warm you back up."

Before I even had a chance to figure out what was going on, I felt Mistress' fingers deftly cradling the base of my knot, guiding my cock to her lips. What followed was indeed quite warm. I moaned and shook as the heavenly folds of Mistress' muzzle slid down over my sensitive flesh. She stopped halfway down and I clenched my teeth and restrained myself from thrusting upwards as best I could, realizing that her mouth couldn't accommodate any more of me comfortably. That didn't stop her from hitting that sensitive spot on the bottom just below the head with a well-placed sweep her tongue, absolutely lighting it up with pleasure. How she knew that was the spot I couldn't guess, but it was just one more thing that was so perfect and wonderful about Mistress.

I couldn't even feel dismay as she pulled back. She left such a lasting and indelible mark of pleasure on me. The effect didn't have to last long though, as her tongue returned in mere seconds, to_warm_ the rest of my member. With no reason to hold myself back any longer, I started to roll my hips as my cock throbbed and twitched from the stimulation. Hot blood flooded my knot, and with a piercing bolt of sensation I felt Mistress squeezing it lusciously as she took a long, savory lick all the way up my length. A droplet of cum was there to meet her at the top, a remnant of my recent peak. It felt like it had been ages ago. Mistress had worked me up again with masterful speed and effectiveness. It sounded like even she couldn't believe her success as she licked the offering from my tip.

"Really? So soon? I thought that you would have stamina to match your strength, but I never dreamed that you could be so_productive_."

"It's th-the knot. Mistress. Touching my knot. It makes me-ooOOOAAH!" I threw me head back as she gave it another assertive squeeze.

"Hm, so it does..." She observed, releasing me when I began to buck and thrash in her grip. "You seem to have difficulty controlling yourself, don't you pet?"

"Yes, Mistress. It's so hard... well, _difficult_also. I just- I can't help it. You m-make me so-nnf! Mmmh, M-Mistress! Ah!"

She had started playfully running her claws up and down my length. Barely a feather touch, but in my state it stole the words from my mouth.

"Mis...tress... I c-can't-" I was cut off by an explosive shudder of pleasure. I didn't realize that she had taken her hands off me until after it subsided.

"Calm yourself, pet. Why do you think I am doing this?"

I tried to respond, but I could barely form thoughts, let alone words. Only some inarticulate, guttural rumblings issued from my throat from my efforts. She had placed a finger on either side of the base of my shaft and hooked them around my knot, cradling it like the bulb of a wine glass. Just that little bit of pressure made it feel like my whole body was in a bind of rapturous pleasure.

"I am helping you. Teaching you, training you, as a good mistress must. Tell me, how many times in just these last few moments have you felt like you couldn't stop yourself from cumming?" She released me so that I might recover my voice.

"Oh, mmm... S-so many. It... th-the pleasure. It's, _beyond-_NNNGH!" My jaws snapped shut as she gently fingered my knot again.

"It's called edging," she explained over my fevered groans. "It's how I train pets to pull themselves back from the brink. You like it?"

"AHGN! AH! AHHH!" My every breath was punctuated by a wordless exclamation of pleasure as she pressed her claws in, slightly indenting the taut flesh of my knot.

"That'll be a yes," she concluded, releasing her grip once more. "You're too far gone to really learn anything much right now, though. I could probably send you over the edge by_breathing_ on it. Still, you've responded so very well to the training. We'll have to try this again sometime."

I worked desperately to catch my breath as seemingly endless waves of lust and pleasure crashed over me. My body was desperately trying to claw its way up to my painfully close climax. Mistress seemed to nudge that goal slightly further away every time she pushed me, unlocking new kinds of pleasure in the space where I would've cum before. It was like a race where the finish line kept moving further away even as I struggled towards it. Finally left without even the tiniest bit of stimulation, a reflexive growl escaped my throat as my peak evaded me once more, my body collapsing down into a torpid haze.

My leg was wet. Very wet, and sticky. I realized that all the_activity_ had been blotting out my senses until just then when I'd had a chance to collect myself. I looked down to see the source. Mistress' netherlips were dripping down onto me. A syrupy mix of both our fluids. Apparently, overseeing my_training_ had gotten her a bit worked up and had thinned the mix enough for her to start leaking onto me. I felt a tail at the back of my head. It was being a lot more forceful than usual, pushing or urging me, it felt like. It was right then that something fired off in the back of my mind. I forgot all about riding the ragged edge of climax, and I felt my muscles calm and my expression slacken as all the pleasure and energy and overwhelmed confusion was replaced with single-minded purpose. I drew my legs up beneath me as I leaned forward.

"Pet... m-must. Clean."

"Hey, wh-UHF!" My change of position rolled her off of me, exposing my target. "Pet, hold o-ooaAH!"

Mistress was still very sensitive, and the touch of my tongue, even gently around her outer labia, quickly overwhelmed her. She was trying to say something, but I was swept away as soon as the taste hit me, so much that I didn't register the words. My essence and hers together created something new and exciting. It pushed that 'reward' button and pushed it_hard_. When the taste faded from her fur and surface flesh, I delved deeper after it, and what awaited me within did not disappoint. Not only was I rewarded with the delectable new nectar I sought, but Mistress moaned with pleasure as well. I was incensed by all the positive feedback, thrusting my tongue as deep as it would go, hearing a sharp yip in response. I snorted as a small splash of fluid hit my nose, a bit getting into my nostril. I had to stop a moment to lick my muzzle off, but it was mere seconds before I felt a burning heat creeping up my muzzle. The scent had deposited itself into my nose and got deeper and stronger with every breath. There was nothing I could do to shake myself of it. It left me with a constant, burning demand, more... more, MORE!

Mistress' hands at my cheeks stopped me as I leaned back in to resume my efforts. I looked up to her face. Her mouth hung wide as she panted desperately. It was somewhat clear that she wanted me to hold off, but the blazing scent in my nose was starting to make my eyes water. I simply couldn't ignore its call. In a slightly cheeky split-second decision I rather creatively interpreted her gesture as simply wishing me to hold my head still. I stretched my tongue out, finding her treasure to still be within reach. There were still little beads of moisture at the surface from her latest strong contraction. I went after them with great enthusiasm, lapping quickly up the length of her netherlips and swiping my tongue over anything within reach.

"Pe-igh! Pet. W-waaiHHGN!"

Her jaws clenched tightly against the sensation. I saw a great conflict roiling in her eyes as she looked down at me. I felt her arms start to shake as she pressed harder against the sides of my head, squeezing my skull and making my eyes bug out a little as her muscles stiffened. With a gasp of surprise her arms started to push my head inward. I took it for the signal it was, and slipped my tongue inside of her once more. She seemed startled, as if she hadn't meant for that to happen, but just a second later everything happened all at once. Her eyes shut tightly and she threw her head back in a long, crooning moan, while her arms shoved my muzzle flush against her entrance. Her hips too, jutted forward and pushed against me, squishing and folding my jowls under in a slightly uncomfortable way.

I did what I could to continue, to answer her sudden, desperate demands, but one of her pelvic thrusts had submerged my nose and I had to engage in a brief struggle for air. I managed to jerk my head up enough to free my nose with a wet squish, taking breath after glorious breath of her scent as I resumed pleasuring her. For her part, Mistress seemed not to notice the delay, the force of her hands and needy moaning of her maw continued without pause throughout, even as I had only just gotten back to the task of answering them.

As I delved deep within her, putting what I had learned of her sensitivities to great use, I felt her hands sliding back, not pushing me away, but reaching out to hook her fingers around behind my ears. I thought my heart would explode in my chest when she started to rub those special spots at the base of my ears. The sensation itself was a mild tingle, but my brain latched onto it with explosive fervor. Reward, REWARD! Mistress liked it! I knew she would, I just had to help her see it. I made Mistress happy. I am such a GOOD BOY!

"Mmngaahk!" I gurgled incoherently into her folds, feeling my shaft throb mightily beneath me.

Scent, taste, pleasured moans, urging to continue, encouraging skritches... all the different layers of reward and reinforcement and pleasure. My overwhelmed body was going absolutely apoplectic with ecstasy and I couldn't keep it up. Mistress' focus sharpened in the instant that I had stopped, and I felt her claws jump to the back of my head, that 'control panel' spot she had used before. Yes, yes! That was perfect! I let my self-control slip effortlessly from me, taking shelter from the crushing weight of all the myriad forms of pleasure I was assailed by in the simple, joyous sensation of my tongue moving at Mistress' behest, seeking the pleasure locked within her with unfathomable precision.

"Deeper, deeper! You. Almost!"

Mistress had been shouting 'deeper!' with her fingers for some time, but even now hearing it from her voice didn't change anything. I was at my limit. But I had to try. I snaked my hands up underneath her, gripping her butt tightly and lifting her. Hopefully with a better angle-

"UUUAAAH!"

A thunderous, guttural shout hurt my ears. I was worried when Mistress' hands left my head, but I saw that she fell back on the bed, enraptured by the pleasure of the spot I had reached. I had done it! I lifted her again, finding that wonderful new place and sending her into paroxysms of ecstasy again. With her hips still held fast, her limbs flailed and seized, claws flashing as her fingers and toes contorted, everything about her heaved and pivoted about the fulcrum that I held in my hands, and the almost magical hidden button that I lavished attention upon.

It wasn't long before her fevered gyrations and urgent contractions blossomed into full-on climax. Her thighs squeezed my head abominably as her walls clenched and shifted, rewarding my waiting tongue with a fresh gout of her fluids. She trembled and groaned through the afterglow, jerking and twitching occasionally, as I had begun cleaning her diligently once more. I thought I had nearly done a satisfactory cleaning job when I felt the leash pulling me away from her. I looked up to Mistress in a daze, seeing exasperation in her expression, but happiness in her eyes.

"Oh, aren't you just the most incorrigible little thing?" she said, slacking the leash a bit and giving me a gentle pat. "Rest for a moment, pet. Mistress... could use a little break."

A little grumble tugged at the back of my throat. This was not what I wanted. I never wanted to stop. I wanted to pleasure Mistress in new and wonderful ways every moment. I obligingly stretched out and laid down next to her, as this was her wish, but it came with the unfamiliar sensation of Mistress' wishes and mine not being the same. At the very least I could catch my breath and stretch my muscles, readying my body for when Mistress would next allow me to service her.

"Oooh, you make this difficult sometimes. In a good way," Mistress mused as she recovered herself. "You make me_want_ it. You stimulate my need as much as you do my pleasure. Hmmm... You're going to run me raw and sometimes I feel like I don't even want to stop you."

For once I was grateful to not have a tail to thump against the bed, broadcasting my succinct opinion whether I willed it or not. As it was I stayed quiet, keeping the bubbling joy that hearing these words brought me to myself. Of course crooning and nuzzling her hand as Mistress petted my head was totally okay.

"You just can't get enough either. Can you, pet?"

"Mmhmm... Mrurrr..." My focus was split between enjoying her attentions and keeping my hands off of her. Mistress had instructed me to let her rest.

"Oh, go on. I see your fingers twitching. Just a little though, I still need a minute."

Tuned in to my desires as always, Mistress knew I longed to wrap my arms around her, or at the very least take up great, billowy handfuls of her fur and just luxuriate in their softness. I went with the second option since I was told to be gentle. I no longer trusted my perception of time overmuch, but we lay there just gently stroking and appreciating each other for long enough for me to get comfortable. And plenty long enough for me to feel stupid beyond description when my member accidently brushed up against her thigh. I certainly knew how to ruin a moment. I winced, but Mistress cracked a broad smile.

"Hah! Oh, I know that mind over matter is a powerful force, but you are just something_else_, my pet. You look like you're still chomping at the bit in the starting gate."

"I... If it displeases you Mistress I could dress-"

"Oh, no I'm far from displeased. I was just entertaining a few little notions that began with 'If my pet is still feeling up to it...'"

"Mistress..." I felt my toes curl and a tiny squeak of excitement grip my throat. "Which is your favorite?"

"Hm?"

"Which... _notion_do you like best, Mistress? I... I would..." I felt unaccountably nervous as I forced the words past my lips. "I wish to make that one happen. If you want..."

Mistress' kind-hearted laughter soothed my jitters as she drew me into an embrace. "Oh, well since you_insist_. And since you are doubtlessly up for it..."

The gentle calm of our respite was tamped significantly by her fingers gently but possessively curling around my knot, while Mistress gave simple, but forceful voice to her desire.

"I. Want. This."

I whined and stiffened at the contact, the base of my shaft still as sensitive as ever.

"I haven't dealt much with these fascinating little knobs of flesh," she mused, gently rolling mine in her fingers, keeping the pressure up by laying her thumb across the top. "But I must admit I am intrigued... Eager to learn more."

"It... it's why I can stay hard for so long, Mistress. It keeps me inside for a long time. Lets me-EEEGH!" A sudden squeeze put words beyond me.

"Shhh... I don't need a biology lesson, pet. Not a theoretical one, anyway. I just need to know, can it be done? Can I really have this inside me?"

"Y-you have-ooh! Found me to be uhm... overwhelming, p-previously. This would. Be moreso." Her continued ministrations made my breath short, but I responded as best I knew, and as best as I was able.

"I know myself," she stated, looking over my knot appraisingly. "I could take you a bit deeper. It's so_thick_ though. You are quite gifted in that respect as well. It... worries me a bit."

"I've... had trouble. Getting it in before." This rather clinical discussion of sex was helping to focus my mind again. I found my words coming easier. "In... well with other canines, at least, the inner walls are more um...accommodating than the entrance itself. It's_far_ from painful past there. I'd imagine the case is similar with um... simians?"

"Haha, no. We're not quite simians." She removed her hand to explain. I couldn't help but feel like this was a punishment for the gaps in my taxonomy knowledge. I almost physically moved from how hard I was mentally kicking myself. "Primates, yes. But it splits from there. We're... in sort of a league of our own. Lemurs have their own classification family, Lemuridae. Below that the genus is just 'Lemur', and then from there you have ringtails like me!Lemur Catta."

Interest in this subject was difficult to hold, but I found that Mistress had an air of pride in being in a 'league of her own'. I couldn't help but notice how she puffed out her chest when she placed her hand onto it to identify herself. That enthusiasm was rather infectious.

"What's that little smile for?" she asked.

"Oh, you... seem to take such pride in your pedigree. And you have every right to I suppose. Your birthright is what helps to make you such a wonderful dancer."

"Yes, I certainly do. I have many natural talents that lend themselves to my profession. Are you not proud as I am, pet?"

"Euh... Well I-"

"Are you not proud of these?" Mistress slowly tightened her hand around my balls, making me squirm.

I nodded sharply, feeling the pressure in a big way, finally releasing my breath as she let go of me.

"Are you proud of this,_my pet?" She gripped my shaft, squeezing her fingers one at a time up its length in little ripples. "It has certainly served_me well."

"Ungh! Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress! Ah!" The corrective claw-pressure along the top of my shaft felt razor sharp, though I knew Mistress' claws were perfectly safe.

"That's not like you to forget, pet..."

"Ahh-hh... Extenuating. Circumstances?"

"Hmmm... You do have a lot on your mind, I suppose." Her hand slid down, greedily grasping my knot once again. "Once can be forgiven. Especially since it seems like I can still have use for you."

"Mmmf..." I had to bite my lip, which, thanks to my birthright granting me such powerful Doberman jaws, nearly drew blood. "T-thank you, Mistress!"

"What I won't forgive you for, is denying or failing to appreciate the lavish gifts that_you_ were born into." Her touch was still smooth and stimulating, but her words had sharpened noticeably. "You are good at what you do because of what you are, just the same as I. You are blessed with great strength and resilience, which makes you an ideal instrument to enforce rules and protect people from harm. It is a far more noble mantle to wear than performing pretty dances, and you must never forget that."

She pushed down on my shoulder and thrust her face in front of mine. She towered over me like never before as her eyes tore into me.

"Never, ever_think less of yourself because of what you are. You became my pet without lowering or debasing yourself, and your lot in life is the same way. Be what you are without feeling lower for it. There is no need to feel empty for what you do not have. All people are whole. No one is 'missing' something they were meant to have. We are all simply different. Different,_whole people. Do you understand me, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Her unexpectedly profound words completely blind-sided me, cutting through the heat and sensation in my body like a knife, sinking deep into me as if her voice could physically touch my mind. It was a wild, overwhelming sensation that vanished as soon as it had come. Before I knew it, Mistress' words were on my lips, as if they had always been a part of me. "Everyone... is whole. I have everything. I_am_ everything I need to be. I covet nothing. I... am whole."

"Good. Good boy."

The sudden, thunderous rhetoric was gone, its echoes fading in my ears. Mistress as I knew her had returned, and she behaved as if nothing unusual had happened. I snapped to attention at her words.

"Now then, I _want_you. Right now. More than I have ever wanted any of my pets. Tell me. How do I get this thing into me?"

"I think that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

"Don't test me, dog." Her grin was devilish, but still very much genuine.

"Yes, Mistress. I have an idea, but we need to stand."

"Normally I wouldn't defer to you, but I suppose in this case you are the expert." She crawled off me and stood at the foot of the bed.

"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress." I thrust my paws to the floor and sprung up, not wanting to keep Mistress waiting. "Okay. I don't want to take the lead here-"

"No. No, don't concern yourself with that. If it would work best then your role could be_flexible..._temporarily."

"That's not what I meant, Mistress," I stated, hopefully concealing my inward excitement at that prospect well.

"Oh? Do tell."

"What I mean to say is that I may not be able to keep hold of my strength well enough. Particularly when this becomes_passionate_."

"And so?" That wicked smile of hers sent an excited shiver down my spine.

"If my strength is too much, I... I c-could-" Even acknowledging the concept was painful. I was having trouble forcing the words out. "I... If I use too much force, I-"

"You could hurt me."

I winced at the words. "Yes. I... I won't risk that. Not ever."

Mistress smiled and rubbed my head. Affectionately at first, but she pressed harder and harder until it started to make my leg twitch, my claws raking the carpet. It made me feel infinitely better. She always knew just how to fix these things.

"So, what did you come up with to ensure my safety?" Mistress asked, lowering her hand.

I found that my voice had returned, thanks to her comforting touch. "I won't be providing the force, you will. You'll be lowering yourself onto me like before, we'll just take it a little further. We're standing so that you can use your full weight if you need to. You can support yourself with your arms on my shoulders, and then go down onto me with as much weight as you're comfortable with. There's a fair amount of force necessary, so we should take this slowly too."

"Sounds like a wonderful plan, pet. I'm touched by your concern for me." She pulled herself close and laid her muzzle across mine.

"And I yours, Mistress."

We nuzzled affectionately for a moment before it was time to get down to business. I had never been much for nuzzling before, but right then I found it shamefully enjoyable, my whiskers tickling as our muzzles rubbed across each other. Before long my eyes had drifted blissfully shut. Her next words made them pop open wide.

"I'm ready, pet."

Without need for further words I scooped her up, our present position making it a very natural movement. I lifted her well over my shaft so that she could get a good grip on my shoulders. Once she was supporting her own weight, I reached down to angle myself up into her. The touch of my own hand was so simple and ordinary, it was nothing like the fire that Mistress' touch brought to me; a sweet, enveloping flame that I was keen to bury myself in as soon as I felt her opening parting around the tip of my cock. I kept hold of myself though. Mistress. It had to be Mistress. I was hers. Control was hers. I had to stay still.

I had to focus very hard to stop myself at first, but it became easier instead of harder like I'd expected as Mistress loosened her grip and slid herself down onto me. There was a strong, pulsing thrum from her throat as she accepted my now more familiar length. Her walls pulsed and twitched, seeming to object, but Mistress was most assuredly enjoying the ride. Hearing her pleasure, feeling her shudder against me, eager for more... it strongly bolstered my resolve, and soon it was easy and natural for me to hold still. Mistress seemed to be concentrating quite a bit herself, her eyes shut tight as she pushed and leaned, making the position more comfortable for her. She settled herself on my knot notably much faster than last time. Her eyes opened again after a few deep breaths. Her cautious words came on the heels of her much deepened breathing.

"You are. Allowed. To enjoy yourself. You know?"

A broad smile snaked its way across my muzzle. It wasn't because Mistress had willed it to be there, either. I just found to be very heartwarming to hear that little reminder that she was still thinking of me, even when I wasn't. And of course I had no objection to her suggestion. I had myself well in hand. There was nothing to be lost from getting into the moment a little more. Not with force obviously, but if I could let her passion sway me a bit, it could only make this better. For both of us.

When I loosened my grip on myself, and opened myself to what I was feeling on my most sensitive flesh, I felt a wondrous stream of sensation bubbling up through me, like it had been waiting for me to set it free. I shivered and a whispered exclamation passed my lips.

"Ooo-oohh..."

"Yes. That's right, my pet. Let my warmth flow through you. Your pleasure is important, too."

That was an order, but as my lips tried to form 'Yes Mistress' I felt them stretching wide as I tilted my head back, my tongue drooping out to the side as an uninhibited moan issued from my mouth. I really did feel her warmth penetrating my flesh and seeping into my body. It was a heavenly, almost magical feeling that I craved more of as soon as I registered it. I didn't notice that I was squeezing her to me until I felt her soft belly fur tickling against mine. I had never even made the decision to do that. It was like my body had made the decision for me, and I was there to reap the rewards. I stroked gently down Mistress' back as we rubbed and groped each other, Mistress using her grip to slide partway up and then back down onto me. Our chests rubbing together added a new dimension to the contact. I felt her nipples stiffen as they dragged through my fur. She clearly found the prickly sensation of moving them against the grain of my fur to be very enjoyable.

A faint memory floated across my mind as she settled her netherlips onto my knot for another breather. It was a reminder of something else that Mistress enjoyed. I carefully slid my hands down to grip her hips. I would have to be careful, but as long as I didn't use any downward force with my arms or upward force with my hips it would be okay. I started to make tiny movements, pushing her away from my body, and then drawing her back close. I felt my knot pulse as her labia were drawn slowly across it. It would seem a similar excitement had possessed Mistress' loins.

"Ah! aaAAHH!" Her exclamation was one of equal parts surprise and elation. "That! M-oooh more of that. Yes!"

I started to make longer, more assertive motions with her hips. The long, tantalizing sweep of her flesh across my knot was like nothing I'd ever felt, and I got only encouragement from Mistress' rising voice. Soon I was moving her far enough that I felt my shaft start to flex inside of her, another development that was met with enthusiastic approval. We weren't making any progress on her taking me. In fact if anything we were aggravating my knot and causing it to swell further. Getting all the way down was up to Mistress though, and I was perfectly happy just trying to make her little rest intervals as enjoyable as possible.

I had to laugh as another little twitch of my shaft inside of her made her spine suddenly straighten, a wild spasm sending her paw into the side of my knee. My leg bent precariously for a moment. I had forgotten how much power she had in her legs. I was fortunate she hadn't hit as hard as she could. Of course, that did let me know that I had found something good. Naturally I was quick to find it again as soon as she took her next break. I found that spot again and pushed her against my cock there ever so slightly. I held her there, gritting my teeth as I felt her claws start to dig into my shoulders. Mistress might've been trying to say something, but it looked like she couldn't breathe deep enough to speak. I knew that neither of us could hold this for much longer, but I didn't want to give up this wonderful spot I had found. I compromised, using my grip to move Mistress around in little circles right in that neighborhood. This caused Mistress to find her voice again with astonishing effectiveness.

"AH! AH! AH! Oh, it's there! Right there! OHH! It's s-AHH! I can't... s-so much-AAAAH!"

Mistress seized outwardly, and inwardly around me, as her pleasure overflowed into a thrashing, explosive peak. Her fluids began to drip down my length, wracking me with their overwhelming heat streaking down over my knot. I shuddered and groaned as the droplets began to pool around the opening of my sheath. Mistress was leaning heavily against my chest, panting as she came down from the dizzying high. Her panted words started to become somewhat clear as she recovered herself.

"Not. I don't- Did... It didn't. Didn't help. I can't, I-... More. Ah! Have to. N-need..."

Apparently she had decided that words were too much effort, as her next action spoke quite loudly. Where they had been tightly wrapped around me up until now, I felt her arms slacken suddenly, throwing a great deal more of her weight onto my knot. I was in a good position to catch her, but I still felt the difference quite notably, my throbbing hard flesh starting to spread her in a manner I thought should have been painful.

"Mistress! I-"

"D-don't stop. M-me. I nngh... need. I have to. Have it inside."

Reluctantly I slackened my arms as well, prompting a few nerve-wracking but exhilarating slips further down onto my knot. Mistress had her hands against my chest, leaning against me as she tried to contain herself, working as hard as she could bear in order to take me. Her grip on the fistfuls of my fur she was holding tightened as I started to spread her open more with my knot. The pinch as she started to pull up my skin with her fingers was sharp, but I would bear it without complaint, as I would anything. It was Mistress' suffering that distressed me. Her moans were getting cut short by her gritting her teeth against what was unmistakably pain. I couldn't help but lift her to alleviate the strain on her body.

"Don't. No, don't you dare!"

I froze, feeling so _very_conflicted, but still totally obedient.

"Don't stop. You're hurting me, yes. It's-ungh! Just a little. I need this. I_need_ you to-"

"I can't, Mistress." I never thought I'd say it, but hearing that I was causing her pain had strengthened my resolve. "I_can't_ hurt you. You should never feel pain. You should only have pleasure..."

I felt my arms pull her towards me, grinding her clit against my knot and across my fur as it was tightly squeezed between the two. Mistress cried out in pleasure as I looked on in astonishment. For a moment I couldn't tell where that had come from, but then I felt that conflict again. There was a duality to my feelings that I couldn't explain, and that motion had most certainly come from the other element. The part of me that wanted exactly what Mistress wanted; the primal, long-denied instinct within me that now roiled in the pit of my stomach, raging against its bonds.

"Ah, AHH! You're. Teeeasing! Huff... Mmh, making it WORSE!"

Confused, disjointed thoughts knocked around inside my head. The way before me was no longer clear. I didn't know what to do to please Mistress and it was tearing me apart. It was like my mind was splitting in two. I couldn't pleasure Mistress if I obeyed, that would cause her pain. But I HAD to obey, I was a good pet! I felt my body trying to reach a compromise as I wrestled with the issue. I brought my hand up to her back, raising the pressure on my knot still further when I took it away from her leg. Soon I had pulled her back and bent myself down to lick and nibble at one of her nipples. Her body arched at the new contact, making her slide another tiny fraction down onto me. It wasn't enough though, she needed more. More pleasure.

"Hold on, Mistress." I said, not taking the time to phrase it as a polite request as I should have.

Mistress gripped my arms obligingly, letting me lift my other hand up to attend her as-yet ignored other nipple. She was in control again, supporting her weight all on her own. She heaved and convulsed wildly under my new attentions, but she wasted no time in trying to drive herself down onto me. To my elation, she moaned and screeched with ecstasy as I stretched and penetrated her further. I had done it! I had given her enough pleasure to blot out the pain of my knot splitting her open. I worked tirelessly to keep up the sensation at her chest, tweaking and stimulating her as best I could. With nothing beneath her, Mistress' every flailing, passionate motion drove her down onto me, much to her obvious satisfaction.

In another instant, I felt a catch and a startled yelp. Her descent had stopped, even though she was leaning her full weight against me again. She pushed herself away from me with an exasperated groan.

"Augh! I... can't! It's not fair, I just need you inside me so damn badly!"

I opened my mouth, but my jaw just quivered wordlessly. I could hardly bear to watch this. Her distress only fueled the fire inside me that was begging,demanding that I take action.

"AHHH! Do it, pet! KNOT ME! Let nothing stop you. Fuck me! Fuck me like the big dog you are!"

There was a snap from somewhere inside. It cut through me like a knife. My ears rang and I started to see red. Mistress' grunt as she hit the bed brought me back into the moment. She had fallen face-down onto the bed. My arms were outstretched, reaching out to help her? No, I had thrown her off me. Even in her unexpected and undignified position her tail was still enticingly raised. The single-minded motions of my body were not hindered in the slightest by the confusion in my head. I felt my heart slamming against my chest as strength and heat flooded my body. It was an explosion of adrenaline.

"Like... a-a dog."

Came the small, disjointed words from my mouth, the little, weak and obedient pet inside me trying to resolve the order while my body threw itself onto the bed... onto Mistress. I gripped her tightly, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her breasts possessively.

"Pet, what- What are you- UNGH!"

Mistress was confused, but her body was responding to mine fervently. I felt those strong legs of hers stiffen beneath me, raising her up to meet me and making it childishly easy to find her entrance. She quickly figured out what was happening as my tip bumped and slid across her entrance, struggling to gain entry with my wild and reckless thrusts.

"Wait, I- ah! Hold o-ooOOH! AH!"

Her protests stopped as I slid inside her. She grasped at the leash dangling from my neck, meaning to pull me off, I'm sure, but I thrust hard right at that moment and her muscles seized. The end result was that she pulled sharply down on the leash, pulling me closer and egging me on. I knew that the tug was more likely accidental than Freudian, but I took it at face value nonetheless. I pushed as deep as I could in a single thrust, savoring my victory for a moment before I began to feel a familiar tingle. I looked, but of course I saw nothing.

The tails had returned, lashing out at my limbs with a strength that took me by surprise. I was stopped dead in my tracks by their tight grip on my legs, arms, hips, shoulders, and, most distressingly, my neck. My eyes bugged out as an assertive tail squeezed my neck and pulled my head back, their combined efforts slowly sliding me out of the lemur below me. Mistress smiled, letting the leash slip from her hand as my spine bent further and further backwards as I was pulled away. I struggled, my baser nature reacting violently to the attack. The fear response had weakened the beast's hold on me though, and I saw my chance. My chance to break through and stop all this. As I started to pull away, I found my mouth moving, repeating an echo from my mind.

"Let nothing stop you... Nothing. Not EVEN MISTRESS!"

My sudden betrayal overwhelmed the network of phantom tails attempting to restrain me. I felt them stretching and straining as I struggled to get back on top of Mistress. They couldn't fight my incredibly potent desire to follow my orders. To serve my mistress. A calming thought pushed back the panic as I felt my arms responding to my will.

Pleasure. Pleasure is always the answer.

I threw my right hand down to support my weight and hold off against the tails dragging me back. My other hand shakily reached down to her entrance, still slightly stretched by my presence within. I took hold of her bud between my fingers and rubbed it between them. It wasn't my best work, but it got the reaction I needed.

Mistress screeched in pleasure and I felt a shudder move through the tails surrounding me. It was as I thought. They responded to her orders. If she were kept beyond words by pleasure, they would lose their strength. I felt a surge of power to my own muscles, my strength beginning to exceed that of the fantasy tails. My desires and those of the raging, horny dog that Mistress' attentions woke within me had begun to align, and the combination was a force to be reckoned with. I jerked my head down and felt the tail slip loose from my neck. I worked to keep Mistress moaning and convulsing beneath me as I freed myself. The mantra that had pushed me through it all echoing in my mind.

Pleasure Mistress... Let nothing stop you... Fuck her like a dog!

I gave a lascivious growl as I shoved my painfully hard cock into her again. Apparently my inner canine was less demure about savoring my_own_ pleasure than I had been whilst in command. The shuddering body beneath me heaved with every powerful stroke. I was pushing in all the way up to my knot every time. She arched her back higher and higher, starting to lift herself up and push back into me. I could still hear hints of indecision in her incoherent yips and squawks, but it was clear that her body was begging me to continue. Her hot fluids flowed in a stream onto me, slickening her passage and begging me to drive deeper. I complied with the request, soon starting to stretch her with my knot.

Before I knew it I was lodged into her entrance and stopped pulling back, sharp whines leaving my throat with every short, desperate thrust as I worked desperately to fit inside her. Again my efforts were stymied, but I extended a helping hand to my workhorse that had gotten me this far. I knew a way to loosen her a bit, to help my primal friend to reach his goal. I stopped thrusting for a moment to rub against her clit again. Stretched heavily by my knot, the little button sent her into overdrive, squeezing and convulsing around me. I strained to keep up the pressure through her thrashing and soon she screamed with climax.

I held on and rode it out on top of her, waiting for my chance. As soon as she came off her peak and was shuddering through the afterglow, I felt it. Her overwrought muscles slackened around my shaft, and I_pushed._ I pushed with strong, unwavering force, bolstered by the power of my blazing mating drive. I slid in more but just couldn't break through. Just as I had come to the rescue before, I felt a helping hand extended to me as my body did what came naturally. My head swung down and my jaws closed on my mate's shoulder. I felt a brief flash of terror, but then I felt her skin pull up as it was firmly squeezed between my fangs. If I was hurting her at all, she was far beyond caring. There was an exhilarating rush as a tiny trickle of blood touched my tongue. Her arms gave out and I felt waves of contractions ripple down the prone form beneath me as she pulled me down with her. The powerful grip of my jaws had displayed my physical dominance and her body had surrendered to me entirely. I felt the walls around my cock part to admit me at long last and I slid forward with an earth-shaking final thrust.

Our moans battled furiously in the air, fighting to be the greatest in volume and passion. My tongue flopped from my mouth as I panted heavily, feeling the contentious divide in my mind dissolving away in a flood of pleasure. The duality and confusion fell away. All the strength and influence I had was mine to use, to see to Mistress' needs, of course. My hips started to buck with joyous enthusiasm, making Mistress moan and writhe as I pushed her down into the bed with every thrust, forcing her body to move with mine. Her voice had become muted by the mouthful of pillow she had acquired since I knotted her. She was such a flailing mess of twitching limbs that I could barely tell what was climax and what wasn't for her, save for the peak that announced itself rather conspicuously with a muffled scream and much tearing of fabric.

Still flushed with triumph, my thrusts lost no steam as I felt myself start to empty my load inside of her. Pleasure loosened my throat and I started to growl and yip with every thrust, but I kept my pace religiously, easily synchronizing it to the rhythm of jet after glorious jet of my seed spraying inside of her. Mistress' body reveled in my bounty, touching off a whole new flurry of pleasured contractions to draw the mass of fluid deeper within her, even as the pressure built thanks to my knot sealing off its escape. I felt Mistress' trembling hand reach down to touch the bulge that my knot formed in her belly, and the mound that was starting to form from my seed filling her. She shuddered with exhilaration at the feeling of each.

Innumerable pulses of my cock within her had inflated her inner walls, and at last they were starting to wear on me. My thrusts weakened as each spurt of my seed sapped my strength. It was as if the mad, feral energy that had filled me was draining from my body with each drop. Soon I stilled and settled on top of her, relaxing as I let my body do its thing. I savored every little throb and tingling bolt of pleasure as the intervals between them grew longer and I became less and less productive. Soon I couldn't tell if I was moving any liquid at all as my shaft became completely immersed in my own essence, a few truant drops even sneaking out past my knot.

Mistress had ample time to catch her breath while I slowly and thoroughly delivered my cargo, as evidenced by a little giggle after a particularly strong shudder from me.

"Hehe! Are... Are you still-"

"Yeah... Y-yes, Mistress! Ungh!" Her words had snapped me to attention and forced another trickle of seed from me.

"My my, you must _really_respond to teasing, pet."

"It's- mmf... How we are, Mistress. Hnng... Us dogs. We keep going until there's n-nnAH! Nothing left."

"Ah, so-ooh! This knot of yours, it keeps you in place so you can do your... mmmh,business." She posited.

"And then some. It keeps me here to seal yo-ooo-ou shut to make sure you have ah, puppies."

"Well, obviously we can't-"

"AAAH! My cock... doesn't... seem to understand, that we... have a different number of chromosomes." I moaned slightly through my words. She had started to move around a bit and it was getting me worked up again.

"Yes, nasty trick I'm playing on it then. Leading the poor thing on like that. I wonder if there's some way to make_amends_..."

My eyes widened as she clenched around me. "No, Mistress. There's no need to-AHH!"

Her muscles cinched up and held there, trapping even more blood in my knot and swelling it painfully. My sensitive shaft throbbed angrily with every heartbeat as explosive sensation lanced through me. I felt my balls start to tense up and draw tightly against me as they worked to answer Mistress' demand.

"Oooh, yes... I knew this was a good idea. I rather like having you stuck inside me. You really can't pull out, can you? My little toy is going to stay inside me for as long as I can convince it to say nice and hard?"

"Yes, M-mistress..."

I didn't have a chance to feel apprehension about what she was planning before she started to contract around me, quickly building a smooth rhythm that by body immediately fell in step with, despite my gathering exhaustion. My innards churned again and again in time with her contractions. I shuddered and heaved dryly with each one. I shouted aloud when a tiny droplet of seed finally worked its way out the tip of my shaft. It felt scalding hot, an artifact of all the tremendous effort that it had taken to produce. I had felt its blazing heat as it slowly worked its way up my urethra. More liquid lava was working its way out of me by the minute, the feeling exaggerated by the burn of my exhausted muscles. I felt a twinge of pain as Mistress' demands on me began to take their toll.

"Mistress, please! I can't-Ah! C-can't take it!"

"Oh, you can't take_it, can you? Must be _terrible getting pushed so far past your_limits_ by someone who just relentlessly_pushes_ and_pushes_ without heed. I can't imagine what you must be going through."

She squeezed me hard again and again to punctuate her words. Though I was starting to feel delirious from the exertion, her point was not lost on me. This was turnabout for pinning her down and forcing my way into her in the first place. I was desperate for rest, but as always, I was utterly powerless to resist her.

I could only manage a confused "Gwuh?" as she shifted her weight and hit my elbow. I lost my balance, sliding down and rolling us onto our sides. She continued to push against me, wrenching my cock uncomfortably until I was finally pushed over onto my back. My legs fell over the foot of the bed and my paws thudded against the floor as Mistress sat up on top of me. The change in position made me groan with the increased downward force on my shaft.

"Now then, let's see what else you have in here for me, shall we?"

I tried to say something, plead for mercy perhaps, but my words dissolved when I felt her pushing back the skin of my sheath. I couldn't imagine what she was trying to accomplish until I felt my innards seize violently. She had started to rub up and down the hypersensitive part of my shaft down below the knot. Something I'd never had done to me and I had absolutely no idea how to handle.

"You see, pet... My thinking is that this part of your cock down here never sees the light of day, so I'd imagine it's quite sensitive."

My toeclaws scraped through the carpet as I heaved and squirmed, wild sensations absolutely exploding within me. I threw back my head and screamed through clenched teeth. It felt like the whole world pitched and rolled around me as I continued to thrash just about every part of me except the one she had a hold of.

"Right as always! Oh, I do so love exploration. But why should I let you have all the fun, hm? Especially when I find that you've been holding out on me."

"H-holding ou-GUAH!!"

Without the slightest warning, she heaved herself down onto me, jamming my knot still further in, and taking all that newly exposed flesh she was so fond of inside her, all the way down to my bunched up sheath at the base. The slip led to a hot splash of semen and Mistress' own contribution being forced out, cascading over my electrified flesh. I shook with delirium as she moaned and bucked on top of me. Clear thoughts trickled in as Mistress began to busy herself with finding her own pleasure, my temporary reprieve letting me assert some measure of command over my weak and spastic limbs.

Quite against my better judgment, the foremost thought on my mind centered on how unaccountably good Mistress' flesh rubbing up against the fine fur of my sheath felt. I savored it, even craved it. I briefly wondered what was happening as my hands raised up to grab Mistress by the hips, but it soon became clear that my body had sought out more of this novel sensation without consulting me on the matter. I pushed Mistress back and forth across my shaft as much as I could bear, exaggerating the gyrations that she was already making. I groaned from the tingling energy that came from the new contact.

Far from objecting to my interference, Mistress moaned aloud, swiftly working herself up towards her peak. The electric tingle that spread through me was exhilarating. It was as if I couldn't tolerate anymore and at the same time couldn't get enough. I felt the now-familiar contractions of Mistress' peak coming on, and soon I was howling along with her as she squeezed yet more seed from me. In her frenzied state, her desire for more seemed to be the only thing that defined her.

"Oh, yes! Give it all, pet! Fill me with everything you have!"

I felt her lean forward, it didn't take me long to figure out why when I felt her hand cup underneath my balls. She milked them with the same climactic fervor she had used to work over my shaft, rubbing the orbs against each other in my sack and pressing them close against me, practically demanding that they surrender their bounty to her. My body complied with a vigor and enthusiasm I would've thought lost to me long ago. I whined and yipped as contraction after desperate, burning contraction ripped through me. Soon my breath was short, and oblong, colored patches of light were starting to appear at the edges of my vision. I gurgled and sputtered, nearly choking on my limp and flopping tongue before I managed to toss my head and force the fleshy ribbon out the side of my muzzle. As Mistress finally coasted down and began to relent, I realized that she had gotten her wish, leaving my poor, strangulated muscles twisting and clenching upon the profound emptiness that I felt having given quite literally until it hurt.

Mistress laid back down on top of me with something of a dizzy swoon, a sound that it was very satisfying for me to hear. Though not nearly as satisfying as her words.

"Mmmmh... you did well, pet. You've made me very happy."

"Muhwh... Muhhuh..." My mouth and tongue weren't quite ready to work as a team just yet.

"I take it that means you enjoyed yourself as well."

"Mmmmmhf..."

"Good. I'd never want someone in my service that didn't_want_ to be."

"Hmmm... Thank you, Mistress," I said with an excited shiver.

"Now, you're quite finished, I can tell. So I trust this will be going down soon?"

"Yes, Mistress. Perhaps very soon. It's tough to tell sometimes. If we lie still it shouldn't be long though." I could already feel my blood vessels starting to relax, letting a pleasant warmth flow into me with my long-trapped blood.

"Alright, well there is one more thing I need of you before that happens, pet. Can you do one more thing for me?"

"Yes, Mistress. Anything." I felt a twitch of the tiny nub of a tail beneath me.

"As your arousal... as your obedience fades, I want you to forget about all this. Everything that happened since you first called me Mistress. Tuck it away in your mind somewhere you won't accidentally stumble upon it."

"Mistress... I don't know how to-"

"Oh, my pet..." she twisted a bit so that she could reach up and rub my head. "I've found your mind to be capable of many amazing things. If you will it, it will happen. Can you do that? Can you just try for me?"

"Yes, Mistress. I will try."

"Good. We can rest now."

"Oka- ooouh..."

My head spun and flopped back into the pillow. My eyes drifted shut, my body reveling in the chance to rest. I felt the tensions in my loins unwind, at last allowing Lynn to slide off of me. I heard the ruffling of the light, wispy fabrics that she wore, and then the heavy crumple of my pants. She placed her hand on my knee. I tried to open my eyes or sit up, but the commands were ignored by my body. Fortunately it responded quite well to her next prompt, licking the tip of my retreating member. My eyes snapped open and I looked down to see her deftly cleaning me off.

"I figured that would get you to move again," she said, having swept the sticky mess from my fur. "Now, help me slide these onto you. I can't very well leave you in such an undignified position."

I lifted my legs so that Lynn could slide by underwear up them, followed by my heavy black uniform pants. I wriggled around to cinch them about my waist before slumping back to the bed again. The fleeting jolt of energy had left me quickly, robbing me of the strength I needed to stay sitting up. Lynn crawled up onto the bed next to me and reached across to stroke my cheek.

"Oh, and one more thing before I let you rest," she purred. "Those memories... if I pull you close like this, and whisper into your ear_'Remember me, stud?_' they will all come back to you in a rush, and you'll feel just the way you felt a few minutes ago."

"I... well, okay." I felt pretty foggy and fatigued. I wasn't quite sure what memories she was talking about, but I still felt my mouth reflexively forming her words. "Remember me... stud..."

"Good boy. I'll let you rest now. Not too long though. Pretty soon it'll be time for you to get back to work. Get some rest and then get out there and be the best security guard you can be."

I watched through increasingly foggy eyes as she walked away. She lacked her customary graceful stride, moving stiffly, almost with a limp. I heard her mumble as she dragged her paws beneath her.

"Rrrf... She warned_me to be careful with how I worded my commands. '_Avoid contradictions, they can splinter the mind'. Rgh... I hate it when she's right..."

I don't know why, but seeing her rolling, hampered gait made me break out in a giant, stupid grin like I'd had something to do with it and I was shamelessly proud of myself for it. My eyes fluttered shut again as Lynn's last words to me drifted around in my mind.

"Back... Back to... Work?"

The hazy thought was chased from my mind as a muffled sound snapped me to attention. I sat up quickly on the edge of the bed. Odd, I could've sworn I heard someone calling my name... I listened closely, but I was mainly struck by a curious_lack_ of sound. The ever-present thump of the club's music in the background was gone. Had there been a power failure or something? My ears flicked towards the chair on my left, catching the crackle of my radio."

"Roj! Goddamnit Roger! We need you out here NOW!"

It was Kevin. This had to be something big. He never yelled like that. He could be in the middle of a fistfight and he'd be calmly explaining to his opponent that he'd better settle down before he got hurt. There was noise in the background, and not usual club noise either. Shouting and crashing. I scrambled over and yanked at the radio, pulling my whole equipment belt up from the chair as I squeezed the button on the side.

"On my way, boss. Where am I headed?"

"The fuck do you think? The fight by the bar! Ya can't miss it!"

I snapped my belt on as I quickly turned around.

"Sorry Lynn. It's been nice chatting, but I've got to- You're gone. Okay then..."

I couldn't give the matter any more thought as I bolted through the door. I didn't seem to be giving anything any thought. An unearthly clarity guided me as I barreled out into the club. Even knocking over the velvet rope as I burst out through the VIP curtain and the resulting thunderous crash didn't trip me up or throw me off. There was an obvious gap in the crowd ahead. Those on the fringe were taking pictures with their cell phones and a few people were running for the exits. I saw Kevin down on the floor, leaning up against a support column as he continued to shout orders into his radio. Blood was dripping down the fur on his jowls and it looked like his eyelid had been split open. There was a gray fox lying next to him, holding his face and coughing. It looked like he had gotten maced by one of the guards.

I was going to check on the boss, but I saw a coyote guard tussling with a wolf nearby as I got closer. The struggle was about even, but his assailant had a good hold on his shoulders, pinning his arms. Without breaking stride I dashed over there and brought my right arm down on him in a heavy swing. My forearm came down painfully hard on his muzzle, but the rest of the swing shook his arms loose from the guard. I swung across my body with my other arm and punched the wolf in the chest to send him staggering backwards. Quickly I stepped through the gap that had formed between the two combatants and headed towards the bar. Two more gray wolves had ganged up on another guard, a white tiger, who was flailing and jerking, trying to throw them off.

I got one arm over and one arm under the shoulders of the one on the tiger's back and started to yank him off. I felt the breath getting crushed out of me as someone grabbed me from behind, yet another wolf judging by the snarl. Heedless, I managed to yank the one in my arms off and stagger backwards a few steps. My paw hit a barstool and I couldn't catch my balance with all the extra weight of the two wolves hanging off me. I swung my other paw behind me, painfully wrenching my ankle, but allowing me to turn my fall into a swing towards the bar. There was a sickening crunch and a pained yelp as our combined weight fell against the bar while I crumpled to the floor. I thrust my elbow back into his side and his grip slackened, but it also left the one in front with the chance to wriggle free from my grip. There was a quavering rasp from behind me as I struggled to get my paws underneath me.

"F-fuck... this..." Aww, looks like I've prompted someone to mend his ways already.

I noticed that the barstool had disappeared as I threw the limp pair of arms off me and tried to stagger up onto my paws. I was halfway up when I realized where the stool had gone. It was just enough time for me to throw up my hands and catch the rungs of the stool as the other wolf tried to swing it down at my head. The force rattled my arms and forced me back to my knees. I pushed the stool up and wrenched it out of his hands, sending it clattering to the floor behind me. Not a second after his hands were empty I saw him winding up for a punch. The odd downward angle he needed to use gave me an extra split second to jerk my head to the side, and left me with an irresistible opportunity. I clamped my jaws down on his arm as it passed my mouth. The force of his punch twisted my neck sharply, but he rewarded me with a very satisfying screech of pain as my fangs raked up his arm before finding purchase in his flesh.

My triumph was short-lived, as it was just another instant before his other fist smacked against my jaw, wrenching my fangs loose and knocking my head back against the bar. Bright lights arced across my vision as the pain rattled me. I slumped down against the bar, trying to defend myself, but no new attack came. I staggered up from the floor to find the coyote guard pinning my assailant down, bending him over the bar as he slapped on a pair of handcuffs. His shout snapped me out of my daze.

"I got him! Go help Warren!" He jerked his head towards the remaining scuffle, the tiger still grappling with the last able wolf.

I closed the gap between us, slamming into the wolf's side and swinging madly at his torso. It wasn't my most coordinated effort, but soon he lost his grip and was flat against the bar. I had to lean back as he swiped his claws at my face. A slasher huh? This must've been the one that hurt Kevin. I knew that he was going to be trouble, I'd have to end this fast. I shouldered him down a little further, but I felt an agonizing punch to my back, almost right on top of my spine. He still had an arm free that I'd failed to account for. White hot pain tore through me as I screamed aloud, the surge or adrenaline and rage giving me enough strength to finally throw him down against the bar. Time to end this. I lunged forward, closing my jaws at his throat and clamping down hard. The result was instant.

"AHH! No, no! I give! Oh God, please don't kill me!"

The wolf went limp beneath me safe for his fearful trembling, and I felt a hand pulling on my shoulder.

"Whoa Roj, chill. You got him." It was the banged up tiger guard, Warren.

Warren yanked me off him and I stumbled backwards a few steps, suddenly realizing that I wasn't going to be able to stand. I started feeling blindly behind me until my hand hit a bar stool for me to sit on. Warren flipped the last wolf over and cuffed him, looking at the perp's neck to find four small, superficial punctures. He marveled at the sight.

"Wow... how did you manage that, Roj? I thought you were about to tear his head off."

"Little trick I learned awhile back." I said, gripping the top of the stool to steady myself as I waited for the dizziness to pass. "If you can pull up some of the skin from their neck and bite down on it, the pressure is enough to cause a panic response, but doesn't pose a significant risk of puncturing the windpipe. You'll notice that at no point was he unable to breathe or scream and pathetically plead for mercy. That's how you can tell the difference. Anyone that's_quiet_while my jaws are wrapped around their neck is probably dying."

"Hmph, I'll keep that in mind." The apprehended wolf jerked about and thrashed his head angrily, so the tiger simply let go of him. He slid off the bar and, with no way to catch himself, thudded heavily against the floor. "Heh,oops."

I smiled a little, seeing the wolf's grumbling and resistance cease. "Think Kevin's going to be okay?"

I was interrupted by our radios' crackling. "L.E.'s rolling up out front, boss."

And soon I heard the boss' demure response, both shouted through the air and transmitted after a slight delay. The loud echo effect left a sharp pain in my head. "Well don't_tell_me about it ya damn fool! Send them in here NOW! Took the fucking pigs long enough!"

"Yeah, vital signs are still good. I think he'll be fine," Warren observed, pulling up a stool of his own.

I looked around at the still rather agitated group of people standing around us. "Shouldn't we be on crowd control right now?"

"That would be prudent, under ideal circumstances." He coughed a bit, bringing up a few drops of blood. "However I doubt either of us are in shape to deal with it. We've earned a breather, I think. Call it a union break."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my everything is going to start hurting in a few minutes," I admitted. I was still pretty spun up from the fight, still compulsively checking the crowd for signs of trouble. I tried to relax and get myself out of that mode. "So how did this all start?"

"Very suddenly," Warren stated, watching the bouncers round up our catch to hand over to the authorities. The 'L.E.' on the radio stood for Law Enforcement, so there was at least one squad car parked out front by now. "No warning signs. Just struck up a big fight out of nowhere. Turned on us almost as soon as we intervened."

"Doesn't sound like a normal fight..." I said, something about that description made me start to tense up again, like there might be something more going on here. I was distracted by some movement towards the back of the crowd as Warren continued to talk.

"Whatever, we'll let precinct sort that out. I'm just glad it's over. And you know, Roj, not all fights make sense. No offense, but that's especially true where canines are concerned. They're a scrappy bunch at times. I'm sure you-"

"Don't use that door!" I had seen a panicked-looking red fox break off from the crowd and start making his way towards one of the fire exits in the back. I knew the door was rigged with an alarm, and a big siren would only exacerbate the situation. He didn't seem to notice me, so I got the attention of a crocodile bouncer that was walking by on the other side of the room. "Hey, stop him!"

Those words certainly got the fox's attention. He broke into a run as soon as the bouncer took a step towards him. Now_that_ was suspicious. I took a deep breath and steeled myself against the pain as I leapt up from the stool. Looks like this one was on me. I was faster, and thanks to the few strides the fox had made, closer as well. I caught up with him just as he pushed the door open. The ear-splitting screech of the siren sharpened the stabbing pain in my head to debilitating levels. I stumbled from the shock while still running full speed and ended up effectively shoulder-checking the fox through the door as I struggled to regain my balance.

Finally steadying myself on the other side of the threshold, I screamed in pain and frustration at the continued piercing scream of the alarm. I angrily swung my arm across, knocking the control box loose from the door. The wail sputtered and died as the metal keypad clattered down against the door, strung up by a few remaining wires. I growled as I began to feel a hot, slick feeling on my hand. The hard edge of the control box had cut me open, but at least I could think again.

Right in front of me, the fox was scrambling away, about to dash off into the night. I was_not_ about to let that happen. Being that I was standing already, I had just enough of an advantage to jump for it, managing to grab a leg and send him down sprawling onto his back. As he struggled to get away from me, I jerked his leg towards me and brought my arm down into his stomach, leaving a fist-shaped blood print on his jacket. The force quieted his struggles, and more than that, I felt his jacket rattle and shift when my hand came down on it. I moved up to pin him down properly, hearing him cough and wheeze.

"Whu-Huk! What the hell, man?"

I couldn't resist a little theatrical flair when I saw a thin, bright red leather strap peeking out from inside the zipper of his conspicuously bulky jacket.

"Sorry, but this jacket just isn't you," I said, grabbing the strap and giving it a swift yank. "And it doesn't go too well with this_purse_!"

He groaned as I dangled the handbag in front of his face. "It's... nngh, not what it looks like..."

I dropped the bag onto the pavement and pulled the handcuffs off my belt. "Yeah, well unfortunately for you,these are exactly what they look like."

The bouncer caught up to me as I was tightening the cuffs. Trailing him was a gruff, bulldog police officer, who was first to speak.

"What's going on out here?" he demanded.

"Misdirection," I said. "The fight was to occupy us and distract the crowd while this one pick-pocketed our customers. His jacket is stuffed with stolen loot."

I rolled myself off him into a kneeling position, still not feeling too sure about standing.

"Well I'll be damned. Good catch, kid." He turned to the gator. "Put him with the others. We've got other units on the way to cart 'em off."

I steadied myself against the curb as the officer spoke into his radio. The recent run had certainly not improved my condition.

"Did we get a search on that rat that bolted out front as soon as we came on scene?"

"Quick pat for weapons. Didn't find any." Came the response from his radio.

"I want a full search on him. I've got reason to believe he was involved in a theft inside."

"Right away, Sergeant."

"Looks like you might've broken the case, here. We've been getting reports about a pack of wolves pulling off traps and gambits like this in public places for a few weeks new. They were pretty tough to nail down until now."

"Heh, just doing my job..." I mumbled. Not feeling much like talking.

"Hah! And mine. Don't sell yourself short. You've really-"

"Sergeant, you were right." Came a radio report. "The rat got his hands pretty dirty in there. Wallets, watches, all kinds of loose valuables in his pockets and in a concealed pouch in his armpit."

"Good. Could be more accomplices, though. I want a perimeter and I want crowd-control. No one leaves until we've nailed down all the stolen articles."

"Roger."

I looked up at what I thought was my name for a moment, and then shook my head a bit to clear the fog from it, feeling foolish.

"Ya alright there, son? You look like you've really been through- oh, damn." He keyed his radio again, seeing the blood dripping from my hand. "What's our status on med support?"

"Meat wagon just passed Fifth Ave. Should be just another minute."

"Once they're on scene tell them we need a stitcher by the back entrance immediately."

"Pri one: Stitcher to the back door. Acknowledged."

"And here I was about to compliment you on how cool-headed you were in there," he said, handing me a handkerchief to press against the cut on the side of my hand. "Sounds like you really turned this disaster around."

"Heh, a disaster that ended well is still a disaster."

"Well, that's what you'll learn. It's part of being a reactionary force. Much as you'd love to prevent these things, usually that's beyond you. You've just gotta stop them from happening_again_."

In another instant there was a gray feline in front of me having a look at my hand. She asked a lot of questions really fast. How I felt, where it hurt, if I could stand... things went kind of hazy then, but a bright flash of light snapped me back. I jerked my head and a voice told me to hold still. I was sitting on the floor of an ambulance, legs hanging off the edge through the open doors in the back. The paramedic that had been working on me was shining a little penlight into my eyes.

"Pupil response is still good," she commented. "Means no hemorrhage or significant concussion. I still want to admit you for observation though. You got beat pretty bad and there could be something I'm not seeing. Sit tight for a minute. I've got a few others to check on. You're okay sitting? You're not feeling dizzy anymore?"

"Yeah... I'm okay," I responded.

"Alright, I'll be back soon. Stay. Good boy."

Hm, a cute little joke on her part, it brought a smile to my face in any case. A smile that actually hurt a fair bit. I worked my tongue around in my mouth, feeling the swelling of my cheek and along my muzzle on the right side. I looked down to the bandage around my hand. I could feel the little bumps of sutures when I touched it. Good, I had missed the unpleasant part. I looked up and saw them leading Kevin to another ambulance. He had a thick bandage over his eye.

"Great work in there, Roj. It was almost enough to make me forget about you disappearing for three hours.Almost. Still, nice job. I guess you really are a good boy."

I didn't get a chance to respond. I was hit by such a sudden wave of confusion that the ambulance doors had shut behind him before I had gotten my head back on straight._Three_hours? Where had I been for three hours? I just took a quick break to talk to that nice lemur girl... And why did my toes curl like that when Kevin called me a good boy? And why did he use that phase anyway? He's never done that before... I'm pretty sure he said it just to be an ass. Weird though...

Soon, the police Sergeant from before walked up and handed me a cup of coffee. I thanked him and took a cautious sip, balking a little at the bitter flavor. Straight, black coffee had never really been my thing. Still, it felt nice to drink something hot, so I nursed it slowly as we talked.

"Glad to see you're looking better," he began. "We've gotten everyone involved rounded up and carted off. Once they realized that we were onto them, the finger-pointing started. We got plenty out of them without even having to offer a plea bargain. Once we stack the assault and battery charges on top of the accessory-to-larceny charges, I think you won't be seeing that little pack for a good long time."

"Hmm, good to hear."

"It sounds to me like you really saved the day in there, and that's not something I say too often. Hero or not though, you certainly made my job a lot easier today."

"Thank you, officer. It's good to know I made a little difference."

"Yes, well... I'd like for you to have this just in case you'd like to make a_big_difference sometime."

I knew what he was offering me before I even looked at the card in his hand. I had thought about joining the force before, but it always seemed too restrictive, too many rules and no fun at all. That's why I was a bit surprised to find the card in my hand, having taken it from him, and still more surprised by what I found to be coming out of my mouth next.

"Thank you. I think I'd value the chance to make something more of myself in this way."

That was so strange. Those didn't even sound like my words, and yet I found myself slowly coming to believe them in the next few moments. In any case, the bulldog got far too excited by my apparent enthusiasm for me to backpedal away from it.

"Wonderful! I think that you'd make a very valuable addition to the force. My badge number is on there, so when you call, let them know you came with my recommendation. I'm sure that will smooth things over quite nicely. It's usually pretty easy for someone with a strong security background like yours to get into the Academy."

"Yeah, I look forward to it." Wait... the Police Academy? Was I really taking about this? Was I really considering this? Well, yeah... I was, and it really wasn't as scary of a thought as I figured it would be.

"You've got a good heart and a good sense for the job, from what I can tell. Though you may need to brush up on use-of-force and search criteria."

We both laughed a bit. "Yeah, I guess wearing the badge means no more charging out into a crowded room and beating up everyone in sight."

"Well, not without the right paperwork anyway. And I'm sure we could stand for a fair bit less flying off the handle and punching doors as well."

I flexed my hand, feeling a twinge of pain from my stitches.

"I wouldn't worry overmuch about that though," he said. "You're pretty sharp. You just need to get a handle on yourself. You seem like the type that would respond well to training."

"Heh... Yeah... Maybe I would." I giggled a little. I wasn't sure what I found so funny about the idea that I'd respond well to training. I just wrote it off as some light-headed giddiness.

"Yes, well... I'd best be off. Something else that I don't say to many people though, I hope this isn't the last time I see you." He gave me a patronizing pat on the head before he walked away. "Good boy."

That was... unaccountably satisfying. Just how hard did I get hit on the head? I'm re-thinking my career_and_ craving juvenile forms of approval. Damn, I need some rest.

"Good boy!"

I jerked my head to see a passing customer, a German Shepherd that I didn't know, waving from a few paces away as he filed out with the rest of them. I waved back with a bewildered look on my face as he walked out of sight. What the hell?_Customers_were doing it now? Was I out of the loop on something? I paused to consider the jingling I had heard when I turned my head. I raised my hand to the clasp of my collar, and I felt a smooth, round pendant hanging from it. Odd, I didn't wear any tags on this...

I unhooked the clasp that held the little trinket on, finding a polished bangle with tapered edges. It was closer to a piece of jewelry than the dog tag that I expected to find. Turning it over revealed a simple inscription with large, clear lettering: 'GOOD BOY'. Heh, a good prank I guess. I didn't even notice whoever it was that snapped it on. I was about to toss the little bauble, but it seemed like such a fine piece of work. I was surprised that someone would just give it away, and for so foolish of a purpose. It looked kind of interesting though. I found myself snapping it back on, with the compromise of having the words face inward to forestall any further embarrassment.

I turned to look at myself in the reflective finish of a cabinet door to my side. Despite the bruised lips and swollen cheeks, I looked pretty good from what I could tell from the distorted image in front of me. The little tag complimented my spiky collar well, and with it like this, only I knew that it advertized what a 'good boy' I was. I could get used to it. And of course if I wasn't looking it a mirror I'd easily forget that it was there. I liked it though.

"I like being a good boy..."

"What was that?"

"Hm, wha..." The medi-cat had returned to check on me. "Oh, nothing..."

"Ah... Well, let's get you strapped in for transport," she said, inviting me to lie down on the gurney in back. "I want to have the doc look at you for signs of any significant underlying head trauma."

"Oh, good," I said, lying back onto the thin pad as she worked the straps. "I... haven't been quite feeling myself lately."

"Oh, don't you worry. We'll get you straightened out and you'll feel back to normal in no time. "

"I said I... feel different." Fatigue was overtaking me quickly as I finally let myself relax. "Not that... that was a bad thing..."

The image of her quizzical look faded as I closed my eyes.

All in all, despite my apparently getting snubbed by a cute girl I met, ticking my boss off by disappearing for hours in the middle of my shift, getting trucked off to the hospital after having the shit beaten out of me and having a few holes poked in my memories of those events by a blow to the head, I'd say it was a pretty good day. Though I'll be moving along in a new career path soon, I can't wait to get out of the hospital so I can get back for a few more shifts at the_Theta Wave_.

The End.