{"sf1_id":741975,"sf2_id":"k1V8O6Am","title":"Open Seasons: Chapter 1 - Lupine Tastes","author":"Slip Wolf","words":2879,"posted_at":"2014-08-09T23:41:00.000Z","tags":["Agency","Bunny","Dance","Naked","Nude","Nudity","Rabbit","Seduction","Wolf","Wolves","spy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/741975-open-seasons-chapter-1-lupine-tastes","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V8O6Am","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/48/3b/483b69dd-9a9d-4050-b554-c78e7b7f61f0","description":"Having come out of a medically induced coma, Lyrise will do anything to shake the memories of her sordid past, including taking the first job sent her way by the agency that nursed her back to health.\nThey have sent her to infiltrate a high-profile client in need Lyrise' brand of special attention, part of a larger operation she knows nothing about.\nResourceful as she is, this rabbit will need more than just her seductive wiles. In the Wolf's high-rise den she will confront her deepest instinctual fears as she faces off with the basest primal urges of one Donovan Filst.\n\nThis is the first chapter (following the prologue) of the Open Seasons series. All constructive criticism is highly appreciated. This story contains explicit sex, bondage, power games, role-reversal and occasional violence.\nIcon of story author (not a story character) by  Sareena","content":"Chapter 1: Lupine tastes  \n-By: Slip-Wolf-\n\n\u0026nbsp;The photos in Lyrise' paws had an eerily familiar texture to them.\u0026nbsp; They reminded her of photos she\n\nkept of her own in an oak box, far from the agency car that sped through the city with her in its back\n\nseat.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise was thankful that this familiarity was just a sense memory, that these were not the same old\n\nphotos she'd gazed at hundreds of times. There were no smiling, trusting faces in pictures in her lap, nor\n\nthe ghosts of empty houses and whispered, broken promises that accompanied them.\u0026nbsp; These photos before her\n\nrevealed lurid details of another life she was assigned to delve into.\u0026nbsp; The risks these represented were\n\nmore immediate. That was fine.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;These photos didn't bring her any pain.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Is everything okay?\"\u0026nbsp; Barry asked, a coyote so slim he could almost slip through the Towncar's\n\nseats.\u0026nbsp; Lyrise just nodded, put the memories that came unbidden out of her mind and threw herself into her\n\nwork.\u0026nbsp; She learned everything she needed to know about Commodities trader Donovan Filst in a scant few\n\nseconds. The bio, long and exhaustive as it was, gave only hints which she skimmed through. The photos told\n\nher much more.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;In one, two female river otters coiled naked against one poster of his king-sized bed, black paws\n\nexploring one another's white expanses while Filst sat ramrod straight on his leather couch, eyes\n\nunfocused, finger wagging directions with disdain.\n\n\u0026nbsp;In another, the Wolf's gaze was diverted from the naked raccoon dancing round the pole near his\n\nvast wet bar. Filst's assistant had his tie undone and was playfully spanking the grey rump. The surprise\n\nin the raccoon's eyes held just a tinge of genuine fear. Filst's eyeline wasn't hard to follow, the spread\n\nof his legs almost seemed to hurt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Finally, a bright morning-after shot, long-lensed and low angle as Filst smoked on his balcony. His\n\nblurry eyes smoldered with anger and the corners of his mouth were darkened by creases. The other\n\nsilhouette kept respectful distance. She lingered on that last image.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Do you have everything you need?\" Barry asked her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I have everything he does.\" Lyrise smiled thinly and perked her tall white ears, putting further\n\nquestions to rest. \"Tell Sintel to wait for my call.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Glad you're confident. As a quick reminder there are two objectives outside of feeling Filst out,\n\nbeg pardon for the pun. Plant the bug in his study.\u0026nbsp; Then find out who he'll be meeting at Dulles\n\nInternational on Wednesday. The second item is the most important.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Would you find it funny if it was nothing more than his next play date?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Someone with his money has to get someone classy eventually.\" Barry didn't miss a beat as he\n\nshrugged.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise adjusted a black shoulder strap and straightened the thin leather choker around her neck.\n\nThe satin dress had been Lyrise's choice, and Sintel had worked his magic.\u0026nbsp; Like a well-heeled gentle-\n\ncanid, Barry had studied the cityscape out his window as she slipped into it and sampled the other basic\n\nwares in her clutch purse, nothing they wouldn't expect. The bug was carefully secluded from everything\n\nelse, the one thing she had to keep from being found.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise blinked hard as she shook off the last creeping vestiges of the morphine cocktail coma\n\nthey'd pulled her out of back at the hospital. There was barely an itch from the knife wound she couldn't\n\nremember. What mattered now was the appearance of being drugged. A chemical dependency was simply the wrong\n\nkind of vulnerability to project. She applied a little eyeliner from the makeup kit she had with her and\n\nstudied herself in a compact mirror. She was ready.\n\n\u0026nbsp;They let her off on time. Barry wished her luck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;But Lyrise didn't go up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;She was late, deliberately so. That would give Filst the first thing he truly wanted that he could\n\nnever ask for, a chance to show some dominance up front, make himself more comfortable. In the lobby she\n\nleaned against the counter and the dress crept up past her ample white haunch. The receptionist was a\n\ntrimly attired grey fox who tried to keep his eyes down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I'm expected.\" She smiled, touching her lower lip with her clutch purse. \"Donovan Filst.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;The Fox checked a log-book.\"Thirty second floor.\" he muttered. \"Suite 3210.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise padded over to the elevator, feeling hungry eyes on her backside the whole way over.\u0026nbsp; She\n\nrode up alone, sampling smells that were overwhelmingly canine, smattered with a few other species here and\n\nthere.\u0026nbsp; Canines of a certain social class tended to collect together in places like these, old speciest\n\ntraditions binding them together, high and distant. She'd been in enough carnivore-catered clubs to see the\n\ndistinctions in action, and she had learned to recognize the signs like territorial marks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Dropping pressure from the unseen altitude made her flick her long ears and the elevator jaws\n\nopened on a dimly lit floor that was noticeably chilled. Filst's door looked like all others, oak paneled\n\nand brass numbered. Lyrise remembered the sensory memories fed to her back in the hospital from the node\n\nthey'd attached to her skull while unconscious. What role had the sense-collector played to get into\n\nFilst's sanctum and see and smell all she now remembered?\u0026nbsp; Cable repair, plumbing, another prostitute?\u0026nbsp;\n\nSintel had quite a stable of convincing actors to gather what info he needed, though placing more permanent\n\nears on sight had obviously been a challenge. Lyrise remembered that the stairwell was another forty meters\n\nfurther, her primary exit route if things went sour.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The suite had a buzzer and a camera, of course. Lyrise buzzed. The\u0026nbsp; wolf who opened the door was\n\nnot him . \"Hi.\" Lyrise said through a bubbly smile. \"I'm here to see uh...Desmond Filst.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Come in.\" The fit and trim grey lupine beckoned, a specimen not much larger than she was. He wore\n\na powder blue dress shirt and slacks that ended shortly past the knee.\n\n\u0026nbsp;He cleared his throat in the foyer. \"I'll take your purse for just moment if you don't mind.\"\n\nLyrise handed it over with an eye roll, making sure to get in a good look at the younger wolf's outline\n\nagainst the bone white wall behind him. He was the wolf with the snapping neck tie. And he was the\n\nsilhouette in the background in the last pic. She was sure of that.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Are you Mr. Filst?\" She made her once-over obvious.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm hoping you'll say yes.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;The wolf had started a cursory inspection of her clutch. His ears dipped a bit when he responded\n\nand Lyrise saw a bit of tail through his legs. \"I'm not Mr. Filst. He's waiting for you.\" Without any\n\nself-introduction he fingered her makeup kit aside and raised his eyebrows for the object at the purse's\n\nbottom.\u0026nbsp; Lyrise had dealt with enough filthy wealthy house-calls to be unsurprised at the intrusion into\n\nher personal effects, having dealt with metal detection wands and careless gropes on some other calls. She\n\nfeigned annoyance anyway. \"Is he the charming one?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"He is.\" A paw indicated the living space ahead. Lyrise followed his direction and went in, past\n\nthe hum of a monitor watching the hall and a key pad for a pricey security system.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Memories from the neural node coalesced into the complete picture. The condo was open concept from\n\nthe kitchen through to the bedroom and study, low leather coaches, chiascuro artwork in mythical lupine\n\nthemes and abstract geological sculptures. A fireplace reflected off the glass coffee table. Filst kept a\n\nclean apartment between adventures.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"You're late.\" The voice came the darkness of the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; Under a pool of light on the slate\n\ncounter a dark grey paw gripped a scotch laden high-baller, white Armani shirt immaculate behind it. A\n\nswath of dark hid the speaker's features save two reflective points of narrowed light.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I'm so sorry.\u0026nbsp; I had trouble with directions and got a bit lost.\"\u0026nbsp; Lyrise smiled just hard enough\n\nto be insincere.\u0026nbsp; \"Nice place you have here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;The highballer lifted, came back down empty.\u0026nbsp; Filst left it there as he came around.\u0026nbsp; \"Your agency\n\ntold me seven-thirty. It's past eight.\u0026nbsp; Do you just presume I have all night?\"\u0026nbsp; Donovan stepped from the\n\ndark kitchen to the dim light of the living room.\u0026nbsp; He had iron-grey tailored pants that ended right where\n\nhis thick legs bent and his white collar was open on a grey throat.\u0026nbsp; His fur was so dark as to be almost\n\nblack leaving the tight lines of his shirt to reveal his physique, noticeably more muscular than the wolf\n\nat the door with some thickness at the waistline from an undoubtedly rich diet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise blinked, smelling supressed anger.\u0026nbsp; She kept her composure despite her instinctual urge to\n\nstay clear.\u0026nbsp; \"You mean we don't have all night?\"\u0026nbsp; She made herself sound disappointed, her voice quavering\n\njust slightly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The other wolf stifled a laugh and Filst glared at him \"Relax Carter.\" He glared at Lyrise.\"You\n\nthink spackled-over charm will compensate for disrespect?\u0026nbsp; Nothing compensates for that.\u0026nbsp; Not here.\" He\n\nspoke with cold pride, as though he were righting an injustice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Her ears flew back as though bound and she hunched her head lower in submission.\u0026nbsp; \"I didn't mean to\n\nbe disrespectful.\u0026nbsp; Really I didn't.\" Lyrise took a hesitant step forward and looked up at him, showing her\n\nwhite throat as she did so.\u0026nbsp; \"I can make the wait worth it, I promise.\u0026nbsp; In a lot of ways.\"\u0026nbsp; She briefly\n\nacknowledged her lapin urge to get clear, felt her pulse quicken at the proximity.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Filst gathered up the rabbit in his eyes and nostrils.\u0026nbsp; She was defenseless, rich with the\n\nunmistakable scent of fear. He grinned white needles and his ears perked as his eyes followed her alabaster\n\nthroat to the dark V of her low-cut dress.\u0026nbsp; A claw scratched his muzzle as he rumbled.\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, I believe you\n\ncan.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise smiled, showing her rabbit's teeth as she let her training force the fear back down, slowly,\n\nkeeping just enough to draw the wolf to her. \"I'm glad.\"\u0026nbsp; She kept her ears and head back as her eyes went\n\nto the bar.\u0026nbsp; \"How about a drink?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Filst snickered, deciding to be amused with her. \"Carter.\"\u0026nbsp; The other wolf sauntered over to the\n\nbar and produced three glasses and a mixer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"If that's scotch I won't need soda.\"\u0026nbsp; Lyrise said, and gazed back at at Filst, her gaze leveling\n\noff and her lids drooping low.\u0026nbsp; \"What does my host need?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"You were told.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"The agency told me, but they didn't tell me firmly enough.\u0026nbsp; I want to hear it from the wolf I'm\n\nserving.\"\u0026nbsp; Lyrise drew her voice to a whisper. \"Use words.\u0026nbsp; Or otherwise, if you'd prefer.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Filst's tail twitched behind him, and he slowly lowered himself into the leather couch and spread\n\nhis arms high on its tanned banks.\u0026nbsp; Carter put a drink into one of his paws.\u0026nbsp; \"Let's start with a little\n\nmusic.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Carter moved to the stereo and put on something slow and percussive, a mix of EDM and tribal that\n\nwordlessy teased of hot jungles and perspiration-slick surfaces.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Dance for me.\"\u0026nbsp; Filst said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;He didn't ask for her name, Lyrise noted as she turned her side towards him. He didn't care if she\n\nwas comfortable, seemed to revel in the opposite in fact. Much of what she assumed about him was proving\n\ntrue.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise raised one arm, and then one left lifted from the fold of her black dress, its muscular\n\nthigh curving towards her abdomen as she lowered herself on the other leg to the ground and gracefully\n\nstarted a slow spin, switching one foot to the other seamlessly as its partner arced gracefully over the\n\nwolf's head.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Her delicate scent, strengthened by released perspiration carried over to the two lupines, her trim\n\ndress designed to dole out captured pheromones as it moved. Lyrise carefully unhitched the catch at her hip\n\nthat separated the dress from its tight underpinnings, releasing the skirt portion to free up her legs\n\ncompletely and allow the dress to become a sort of cape that she used to teasingly hide and reveal herself\n\nas the beat picked up and she began to use more space.\u0026nbsp; She twirled for the bar, only briefly employing the\n\npole standing free at its end to swing around and come back.\u0026nbsp; Her pace quickened with smooth dips and rises\n\nand she took stock of her audience quickly with a dash of the cape across her cleavage.\u0026nbsp; Carter looked\n\nanxious, holding himself back from joining her, while Filst...\n\n\u0026nbsp;Filst looked hungry.\n\n\u0026nbsp;His legs were splayed and his thighs bunched as though he were ready to spring from the couch and\n\nleap on her. His jaws worked open and shut.\u0026nbsp; She saw the struggle of a hard-on creep up under his pants but\n\nthat was a secondary symptom of the fire within his eyes, something he was toying with, reveling in.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The song ended, and Lyrise came to a stop, her pulse racing despite herself.\u0026nbsp; Her instincts were on\n\nfire with the urge to stay clear of him. Nothing in the world could bury the cutting realization of what\n\nFilst seemed to want right now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Her knowledge saved her from losing self-control. She was sure; every single one of Filst's\n\nvisitors had been accounted for. Everyone of them left here, all frightened but none injured. Lyrise fought\n\nher instinctual terror down, feeling control assert itself under her will.\u0026nbsp; Civilization was more than just\n\na veneer, no matter how much this dog wanted to play to his ancient instincts.\u0026nbsp; Filst gazed at her through\n\nhooded eyes, whispering through wet jaws.\u0026nbsp; \"Take off your clothes.\" He instructed. \"And slowly. Please.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise held back for a moment, finding resolve. It was time to test his sense of control, take him\n\nout of his passive application of will, get him to face resistance.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise approached him with a slinking gait, as though she was still dancing to her own music.\u0026nbsp; The\n\nstink of fear was still trying to rise off her but she forced Filst's eyes to lock hers and forget what his\n\nother senses told him.\u0026nbsp; She stopped, her rabbit's toes nearly brushing his claws. \"You take off my\n\nclothes.\" She said.\u0026nbsp; \"And take as much time as you like.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;His ears dipped, and then straightened.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Behind him, Carter leaned forward, putting his hands on\n\nthe back of Filst's couch, nearly whining through his nose with an Omega's frustration at what he couldn't\n\ntouch.\u0026nbsp; He was anxious to join in.\n\nFilst took a sip of his drink, and then leaned over to place it on the end table.\u0026nbsp; His teeth bared in a\n\nsmile and Lyrise met the slightest stench of roasted beef, thickened gravy, a scent that bit her nose but\n\nreminded her that this wolf already had something in his stomach. It was rare that a client could make her\n\nfeel this way, getting so deep under her ancestral skin and she wasn't sure why. Some other scent, too low\n\nto identify that she couldn't place, hovered around him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Her fear was under control again and she wouldn't let it go of that.\u0026nbsp; Filst stood, his nostrils\n\nparting slightly as he drank her lapin scent in anew. He reached out and took her shoulders. The pads of\n\nhis paws were surprisingly rough for a banker's as he slipped his claws under the straps of her dress and\n\nslipped them down.\u0026nbsp; Slowly, with some care, he reached behind and found the clasps that held the dress low\n\non her white back.\u0026nbsp; He undid one button, then another, then his claw scratched her back as he hurried the\n\nthird. \"Sorry.\" Filst said flatly as she winced, a seemingly calculated move to keep her on edge.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;The dress parted, and the bustier-like front of the dress fell away, exposing her bare breasts,\n\npink at the nipples, white as snow from neck to waist.\u0026nbsp; As wolf paws trickled low, Lyrise' own paws rose to\n\nthe top button on his shirt. \"Not yet.\" He barked sharply.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Lyrise paws slipped down his front instead and lifted away just short of his waist line.\u0026nbsp; She\n\nwaited patiently as he undid the clasps at her waist and the remains of her satin dress fell to the floor,\n\nleaving her in her natural defenseless glory.\u0026nbsp; As much as the wolf's breath, rough paws and cold eyes\n\nassaulted her sense of safety, Lyrise kept secure in the knowledge that she was no longer encumbered. In\n\nher natural element, with nothing to weigh her down, she was faster if not stronger. Naked as she was, but\n\nfor the black leather choker about her neck, she could still maintain control. \"Let me undress you now.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Filst igored her, and instead settled his nose in her neck, breathing deeply as though drawing the\n\npurest mountain air. \"You're not that afraid of me.\" He said. \"That's interesting.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I know what you really want.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Oh I doubt you do.\"\u0026nbsp; Filst sounded like he wanted to laugh, his nose and teeth at her throbbing\n\npulse point and Lyrise fought a fresh chill.\n\nShe reached down and drew the outline of his crotch, steering a rudder that was already entering the water. \"Let me prove it.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}