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This was a public commission for the lovely and polite Lwolfeh, based on his character 'Lone'. Lone is the sole property of Lwolfeh, all other characters and intellectual constructs are Cocoa. Do not redistribute in part or in whole without the prior consent of both Lwolfeh and Cocoa. All rights reserved.

Butterflies. The sensation that churns deep in one's belly when they set off on a new adventure. That was the kind of nervous warmth that spread through Lone's nethers as he loitered in an unnamed, but certainly seedy, London back alley.

This wasn't the first time that the lupine stood here, nibbling lightly at his trembling bottom lip. Ever since having heard of this new underground club, the wolf had made all manner of excuses to walk through the area. Half a dozen times, the winged wolf gazed at the crudely painted scrawl that adorned the alley's brick wall. All of the lewd, penis-like arrows pointed to a single door in the wall, painted black to disguise years of wear and tear. 'Club de Sade', said the block letter sign that was nailed unceremoniously into the aging wood. On this side of the door, there was no lock or handle. Who knows what was on the other side.

Lone shifted his weight from footpaw to footpaw, fighting down the nerves that had kept him out of the club at every other occasion. _This_ time the canid would find the courage to get in there! There was no work in the morning. He had told his friends where to find him if they didn't hear from him by the following afternoon. Yup, no reason at all to bail out this time... but maybe he left the oven on. Did he? Maybe he should pop back home and check, better safe than sorry after all. Maybe he should come back another time, because...

He was broken out of his cowardly internal soliloquy by a sudden, frightening snarl in his ear. It caused the wolf's wings to unfurl and flutter in alarm. That distinctly canine voice was tainted with impatience as it snarled, "Will you get the fuck in there already, twink?" One powerful paw gripped Lone's ass through the fabric of his jeans-shorts, and the other set of rough fingers established an unbreakable grip on the back of the lupine's pretty powder blue collar. He was propelled through the jet black door with only the faintest yip of protest.

The insides of the wolf's ears burned a bright blue, his embarrassment showing keenly in the club's dim pink lighting. Lone was able to make out a few of the club's primary features: Padded booths with furs in various states of dress draped over each other. A full bar serving alcohol, and probably far more potent tinctures as well. Security and wait staff dressed in black leather, so scant and so tight that nothing was left to the canid's imagination.

The rather shy Lone knew that his chagrin was on display. The tall dog that was propelling him forwards didn't help matters when he announced, "Fresh meat here! Just follow the gay blue glow!" This brought a smattering of laughter from some of patrons. But perhaps more disturbingly, quite a few hungry gazes started tracking the wolf's trajectory. Discomfort turned to fear, and he voiced his concerns for the first time. "H-hey, this is moving too fast. Could we please just..."

He knew he was in trouble when a bar rag, soaked in spilled beer and vodka, was balled up and shoved into the lupine's still-talking maw. His eyes widened, and the wolf started to kick out, twisting and attempting to trip up or drag down his captor. Lone wasn't all that intimidated by most of the furs in the club, his 7 foot frame dwarfed many of the smaller creatures that were mocking his struggle. But the dog behind him, whoever or whatever he was, easily matched the wolf's strength. His captor dug blunt claws into Lone's scruff, then called over to some of his leering friends, "This one is making a right fuss boys. Let's give him a proper introduction to the way shit gets done 'round here."

Given time, the winged wolf might have been able to turn on the canid and sink his fangs into a sensitive area. But he didn't have that luxury. A pair of dalmatians, small but wiry, each grabbed one of the flailing lupine's arms. Soon after, a strong panther lass with faint scars on each cheek wrapped her muscled left arm around Lone's ankles. The four furs manhandled the poor wolf through a tattered bead curtain and into one of the club's many seedy back rooms.

'Seedy' in this case went far beyond a description of the general atmosphere of the room. There was no doubt in Lone's mind that each of the three beat up mattresses had been covered in male seed in the recent past. If it weren't for the bar rag gagging his maw, bringing with it the overwhelming vapors of alcohol and assailing the wolf's sense of smell, he knew that the ammonia-like scent of cum would be filling his flared nostrils. After struggling in vain, doing his best to justify his resistance vis-a-vis the burn of his straining muscles, the wolf went limp in the grasp of his captors. His confusion, his shame, and his surrender were radiated visibly via the deep flush in those glowing blue ears. The canid's shoulders shook as he tried to understand. Why him? Why couldn't they just have asked? He was the playful sort after all, he probably wouldn't have said no! And what was this place, that the patrons would allow him to be dragged off against his will, and not raise a finger to help?

Eight paws tossed Lone unceremoniously onto one of the pieces of crusty bedding. The dalmatians sat on the canid's aching forearms, making sure that their new toy didn't do anything foolish. This allowed the pantheress to finally tug that choking bar rag from the poor wolf's maw, leaving him to cough and sputter... but also allowing him to draw less-than-fresh air into his lungs for the first time in a long time. The group of furs made short work of the winged wolf's shorts, tearing the jean material at the seam and roughly tugging the tattered remains from Lone's furred thighs. They tugged off his black fishnet shirt. He turned his head to stare at the dingy wall, unable to look any of his captors in the eye as they surveyed his trembling form fully, for the first time. A new illumination washed through the small room as the wolf's erection was released into the open air, radiating a deep pulsing blue glow. The fact that his body was reacting this way just added to the mounting spiral of shame and arousal.

Including a special kind of arousal that one of his captors scented.

"Holy hell, we got a bonus here! Lift up his balls a bit."

Terror shot through Lone's guts, an almost electric sensation that bubbled through his chest and came to rest just above his pounding heart. His fear-laced gaze quickly found the face of his original captor. The smirk on the visage of that powerful, cheap-suited Akita said it all. 'I smell pussy.' He might as well have said it aloud, but the thin veneer of 'class' meant that the dog would allow his underlings to confirm the discovery.

Lone furled his wings tightly against his back, muscles gathering for a final burst of defiance, every inch of his body wanting to lash out. But a surprisingly calm corner of his mind allowed the wolf to restrain himself, knowing that it was far more dangerous to resist. Gracelessly, the pantheress hiked up one of the wolf's legs until his knee was pressed against that heavily panting furred chest. Exposed, the lupine swallowed and blinked back nervous tears as one of the dalmatians reached down to follow the boss' orders.

Three gasps and a rough chuckle filled the air. As the big Akita suspected, the winged wolf's tight little pussy was exposed to eight prying eyes. The lupine squirmed and whimpered as cool air washed over his hot, damp nether lips. Just as his male arousal betrayed the needs of his wolven body, Lone's female sex was glowing with a deep blue hue, the lips pouty and slowly dripping. Tiny beads of the wolf's slick honey rolled down the thin fur of his taint, drizzling over his clenched blue tailstar.

Just as casually as someone might take out a wallet or their ID, the Akita drew a taser from the pocket of his ratty suit-pants. "So here's how this works, slut." snarled the big dog. "If you resist, you get the shock. If you mouth off, you get the shock. If I fuckin' feel like it, you get the shock. I don't break in new meat, that's the job of my esteemed compatriots here. If you resist them, you get shocked. If you mouth off to them, you get shocked. No begging. No excuses."

It wasn't the threat that knocked the last shreds of resistance from the wolf. It was the fact that the Akita considered Lone as unworthy of his dick. The lupine's head was nodding in acquiescence and surrender even before the big Alpha dog had finished his little speech. He wasn't sure whether or not he should be insulted, but he was only going to be raped by three people instead of four! Somehow that was better, just a tiny bit of clemency in a hopeless situation.

As the dalmatians stripped down and discussed who was going to get which hole, the powerful pantheress climbed over the prone wolf's chest and knelt. She raised the winged lupine's arms over his head, and then pinned his wrists above his head. The feline purred, "Now you be a good little puppy and do your job. I'm already half way there, so don't fag out on me. It's not rocket science." Truth be told, in a different situation, Lone would be incredibly happy to have a powerful female top him. One glance at the taser that was pointed at his chest dissuaded the poor wolf from explaining his preferences to the cat. He didn't really have the chance to say anything, truth be told. His face was quickly full of panther pussy, and the snarling feline wasted no time in grinding her sex against Lone's muzzle.

Blinded as he was by the big cat straddling his head, the lupine felt rather than saw the result of the smaller dogs' discussion. He felt his rump being lifted and tail tucked off to the side. One of the two dogs... he didn't suppose it mattered which was which at this point... slid under him and lined up with his tailhole. He felt the intensely hot, almost fevered canine tip kiss up against his tight pucker. Between the wolf's female juices having drizzled down to coat his backdoor, and the copious precum being produced by the smaller canine, the entry was more of a shock than a pain. His hips were dropped without warning, impaling his asshole on seven inches of dalmatian dick in a scant second.

Lone howled into the pantheress' sex, which she took to be enthusiasm. "Good slut. Now use your tongue!" The way she carnally humped the lupine's maw, smearing her arousal over his face fur, was as much of a turn on to Lone as the throbbing canine spike that massaged his prostate. So her order wasn't that hard to follow, once he swallowed his pride. His glowing blue tongue parted the kitty's folds, and the wolf instinctively lapped at the bounty of salty-sweet arousal. It coated the now-eager lupine tongue and ran down his throat.

"Uhhhh, do you think I might knock her up if I do this?"

"Dude, I hope so! Give it a fucking try!"

"Oh. Oh! Yeah, good point, let's rock and roll!"

Lone's body froze upon hearing the brief conversation. They were trying to do what?! He even started to struggle, despite the threat of the taser. But with the combined weight of three furs pinning him down, they just mistook it for a sudden change of heart.

"Aw yeah man, she wants it. Go ahead, give it to her!"

Lone felt that amazingly hot doggie dick slide into his womanhood, the tapered spike doing exactly what nature intended and making entry easy. He was soaking down there, a sweltering rain forest of arousal. This dalmatian was thicker, longer... perfect. He bottomed out with a loud, happy sigh, and rested his weight on Lone's trapped body. The blue glow in the room suddenly dimmed, as the winged wolf's cock became trapped between his own fuzzy belly and that of the rutting dalmatian. The triple sensation of being filled twice and having his maleness frotted against soft canine fur quickly broke the poor lupine. He was done saying 'no'. Despite it not being his idea, Lone's body and the carnal part of his mind were ready to say 'yes'.

As in if feeling his full surrender, the pantheress let go of Lone's bruised wrists and instead grabbed his 'handlebars'. The room dimmed yet again when the feline gripped those glowing blue ears, and relative darkness embraced the writhing bodies. She was merciless, snarling like a wildcat and hunching against Lone's lips and tongue. The feline temptress rolled her sensitive clitoral hood over his cool, damp nose. Not only did this slowly start to expose her clit to direct stimulation, but the wolf's head began to swim with the scent of a horny female in need of servicing. Every so often she would pull off of the lupine's tongue, just far enough for him to catch a glimpse of her subtly muscled pecs, and bouncing breasts. But then his world quickly became a single clenching dripping passage once more.

The dalmatian under Lone was content to lay back and let his compatriot provide the motion. There was only a thin membrane of flesh in between the two dalmatian shafts, so the smaller one had a nice massaging pressure across the entire length of his maleness. He pulsed and rubbed subtle circles against the captive lupine's love button, sending tiny ripples of pleasure and weakness through Lone's pelvis. The wolf couldn't see the smaller dog's shit-eating grin, as he enjoyed the lazy bounty of having his shaft massaged by a talented tailstar without clocking any effort whatsoever.

The second canine seemed happy enough to give Lone a proper pounding, by contrast. This dog was far more carnal, unashamed to breed the subby bitch with his knotty puppy maker. The wolf felt every inch stretch his sex, shaft sliding over his delicate clitty mercilessly. The dog arched his back in just such a way as to drag his belly over Lone's needy shaft. It had to be intentional! Maybe the frottage was to reward captive wolf... but more likely, it was to invoke the clenching mechanism; the way he tightened up every time his member was stroked.

The four furs established a carnal rhythm in the half light of the room. Lone was helpless, legs spread and maw occupied. The dalmatian on top was a straining, growling beast whose every thrust rocked the wolf's body. The pantheress was a firm taskmistress, unafraid to rock the wolf's head back with an unsubtle pelvic thrust, or to tug Lone's face right into her dripping feline crotch. Together they drove their unwilling passenger to the edge.

Lone tried every trick to distract himself from what was happening to his body. But no matter how much mental mathematics the canid performed, no matter how he tried to trick his mind into not being turned on, the bulge of of a lupine knot started to balloon obscenely just above Lone's churning balls.

The winged lupine was always doomed to fall first. As his trapped body was subjected to sensual torment, he experienced a sudden singularity. When the dog underneath him gave a playful upward hip thrust and poked the wolf's spongy nut, it made Lone's back arch up off of the filthy mattress. This triggered a long, sensual drag of his glowing blue cock and swollen knot against the belly of his other canine captor. The wolf's toes curled as he tried to fight against the sensations, tried to deny his captors the pleasure of seeing him broken. But in the end, Lone whined into the sex of the pantheress, unable to curtail his male release. His body became a twitching mess as he sprayed the belly of the rutting, breeding dalmatian with his sticky seed.

The fact that Lone had blown his load meant absolutely nothing to his tormentors. The pantheress hadn't noticed, and if anything, it just spurred both dalmatians on. There was a sudden burst of activity from the dog on the bottom, who was apparently reaching his limit as well. The canine started thrusting with feral abandon, his lewdly ballooning knot grinding against Lone's stretched and tormented tailhole. It was a race, and Lone still had the presence of mind to win it. The wolf intentionally pulse-clenched his tailstar over the head and body of the dog's turgid spike, doing everything he could to drive him over the edge before the inevitable. He was rewarded by a gasp and the telltale pulsing squirt of doggie cream flooding his rump. The dalmatian's hips shook as he emptied his spotty balls into his winged prey. After depositing what must have been two cups of puppy batter into Lone, he crawled out from underneath the wolf. He rubbed his still-leaking fuck-tool clean by dragging it along the back of his victim's calf. The lupine was still so tense, very little of the copious canine cum escaped Lone's tailhole.

It was hard to say exactly how long it took the pantheress to find her pleasure. Lone's jaw was sore from all of the licking, and his face was dripping with the cat's fluids. It had been a long time since he had been made to submit so utterly to a woman, but by the looks of things, he hadn't done a bad job. She may have cum once already, about the same time as the first canine. But now the pantheress was really in her groove. Her paws slid from Lone's sore ears, shifting down and back to clasp behind his neck instead, claws digging into that pretty blue collar for purchase. This bathed the room in glowing blue light once again, if anything brighter this time as the blush from the lupine's inner ears intensified. In the new light, everyone could see that Lone's chin and neckfur were simply drenched with sticky, salty feline fluids. As she forced the poor wolf to tonguefuck her, the pantheress' endgame became apparent. Roughly, the jungle cat hunched against Lone's face, dragging his nose through the parting in her hood and directly over that swollen clitoris. Then the black feline's body started to shake, and her toothy maw opened in a silent cry. Only after half a minute of shuddering and panting did the pantheress roll herself off of the wolf, dismounting and leaving him like a discarded toy as she started to fastidiously clean herself up.

Lone was so distracted by the cat's prolonged orgasm that he didn't realize what the remaining dalmatian was doing until it was far too late. The dog had played it slow and smart. His thick bone was buried deep in Lone's womanhood, knot already swollen to half of its full size. He looked up at the much taller canine, sharp teeth bared in a snarling grin. The wolf panicked as he recalled the conversation from earlier about getting knocked up. But one glance at the taser wielding Akita scuttled any ideas of resisting.

A dance older than civilization itself replayed in one of the dirty back rooms of the Club de Sade. The panting dalmatian made rapid, shallow thrusts into his bitch. His knot quickly expanded inside of Lone's tight sex, creating a seal that maximized the promise of a fertile union. The whimpering wolf lost himself in the carnal moment, and to his great shame, his clenching cunny spasmed wildly over the dog's breeding tool. That was all the dalmatian needed to come to his own peak. He wriggled his hips to seat himself as deep as possible inside of Lone, and then howled at the top of his lungs as those big canine balls churned and pumped his potent seed into Lone.

The big winged wolf couldn't help but stare down at the consummation of their union, his inner muscles gripping hard to milk every ounce of cum into his body. His tummy started to round off a little, bulging with the combined contribution of both dogs, and foreshadowing the first signs of a bred wolf, gravid with half a dozen wolfhounds.

Rather then withdraw, the tired dalmatian twisted 180 degrees, still locked inside of Lone. He laid between the humiliated lupine's legs to rest, as his puppy-maker continued to twitch and slowly flood Lone's sex. A rest seemed like a good idea to the poor abused wolf, who allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off.

Lone didn't awake where he fell asleep however. Nor was he naked. He was laying on a clean sheet of cardboard in the alley, dressed in a pair of baggy black sweatpants, and wearing a yellow wifebeater. He was perfectly clean; even his wings were properly preened.

Pinned to said wifebeater was a note, computer generated and printed. Confused as to what the fuck just happened, the winged wolf started reading:

'Dear Lone,

We the staff of Club de Sade would like to give you our humble apologies for what can only be described as a most unfortunate case of mistaken identity. In fact, the only reason we know your name is the identity taken from your wallet.

What you experienced was supposed to be a made-to-order sexual encounter for one of our clients. It was paid for, designed by, and supposed to be executed on, an entirely different winged wolf. He looked much like you on the surface, but as we found out later, did not have your particular set of... attributes. Upon seeing those attributes, the actors performed to a slightly deviated version of the script, not knowing that this was a telltale sign of something having gone wrong.

Imagine our chagrin when the intended client showed up half an hour later, quite drunk and demanding his treatment.

You will find your wallet, phone, and keys in the pockets of your running pants. Your shorts were sadly destroyed in the process of executing the scenario.

It is our hope that you'll accept our apologies for this dreadful mix up. What you experienced might have been less consensual than we had envisioned. In order to protect the club, we've changed locations as you slept. We tend to change locations from time to time in any case, to avoid certain legal and 'moral' authorities. In short, all you'll find inside are memories.

Please do not think that we would leave this error as it is. You will be approached in the near future. Apologies will be tendered properly when we open our doors once again. Proper restitution shall be made.

Once again, we're sorry for the trouble. And we'll be in touch.

Club de Sade'

The wolf had to re-read the note three times before taking it all in. A mistake? Some kind of roleplay assignment gone wrong. He had no idea what to tell his friends. How was he going to deal with this tomorrow? What if the dalmatian had been successful, what should he do with the pups? Lone put a paw on his slightly distended belly. His thoughts flashed back to how it got that way, and a brand new glow of bright blue light lit the alley from the deep flush in the wolf's ears. His sweatpants were tented as well. Biting his lower lip a little bit, the lupine decided that it was time to make the uncomfortable walk home.