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Ricky knew that his time left with Hannah was short.

The relationship was definitely on the decline, stress and frustration turned their every interaction into an argument or nearly a physical fight, and at the end of the day, Ricky was most frustrated to know that things were ending, but he couldn't figure out why.

"The finances are good, we're both doing really well at work, the apartment is always clean, and when we do fight, it just seems so pointless!" he lamented to himself as he fell back on the bed that felt far too large for just one person to use. Poor Ricky had always been a bit more timid, and it was befitting of his nature. He was a shy, smaller bunny, with fur so white and pure that he looked like a walking cloud. His paws were small and dainty, his frame slim and sleek, giving him the body of a sprinter, but without the alluring muscle tone. He was shy, he was tiny, and for reasons he just couldn't understand, he was about to lose his girlfriend.

They'd gotten into one more fight that evening, with Hannah proclaiming "I don't even know why I'm in this relationship sometimes!" right before she slammed the door behind her. Ricky knew just where she was going, down to her favorite watering hole for a long night of angry drinking, but he didn't dare to try and stop her. A gorgeous, stunning and powerful jaguar, Hannah wasn't the kind of girl to be trifled with if you weren't ready for the consequences. Her headfur, long and flowing brunette, was actually the first thing that drew Ricky to her when they first met, and he instantly fell in love with the alluring blue-green eyes that they kept just slightly hidden. Ricky didn't know what Hannah saw in him on that fateful day in the park when they'd bumped into each other on a routine jog, but no doubt, it was fading fast, and Ricky had to find a way to win back her heart.

He thought he'd tried everything. Typical romance like flowers, chocolates and cards had done nothing. Trying to be a different person in the bedroom at night wasn't doing any good, even on the rare occasions when Hannah was still in the mood. It was to the point of such desperation for Ricky that he was sitting at Hannah's computer, digging through her files and trying to figure out what it was that was making her tick...

Because whatever it is, it sure isn't me, he thought.

It took him a few minutes of browsing through her folders to find anything that contained pictures, a side effect of her growing desire for privacy that was the first thing Ricky noticed when their relationship started heading south. There were barely any pictures of the two of them left, which stung him right down to the deepest depths of his soul. He waded through file after file, wondering if maybe he'd find some evidence of her cheating, or perhaps just pictures with a message attached from other guys, but what he found wasn't exactly what he was prepared for.

It was mostly women.

There were a couple males in her folders, for sure, and Ricky knew he'd hit the jackpot when he found an unlabeled folder that was full to the gills with nothing but porn, ranging from simple pin-ups to some of the most depraved things he'd ever seen, but the common theme was females, and not just any females, but domineering, commanding females, powerful women that weren't afraid to take charge in the sack and bend their lesbian partners to their whims.

"Guess that all makes sense," Ricky said, rationalizing it to himself even if he could hardly believe what he was seeing. "If there's one place where she's definitely been the most miserable, it's the bedroom..."

It was rather tough for Ricky to try and process everything he was looking through. Seeing nothing but scantily clad and nude females having sex with each other was turning him on, for starters, but that was a far reach from the deep, painful sadness he felt as he contemplated that maybe, his long time girlfriend just wasn't into him anymore, and perhaps, wasn't into guys at all anymore. It was good to at least have an explanation for some of the sadness in their lives, but it hurt him to think that he could never be the one to make her smile again, like he had so many times before in their past.

Suddenly, her idea of going out for a walk and a drink seemed like a wonderful idea. Ricky followed suit, making sure to cover his tracks and keep it hidden that he decided to snoop on Hannah's files. He turned off the computer, turned out the lights in her office and sighed quietly as he closed the door, thinking that perhaps it might be the last time he ever would.

"Maybe, just maybe, I'm over-thinking all of this. Maybe I can get her back if I try," Ricky thought aloud, but it was the last, insane plea of a desperate man with no chance of saving his relationship just trying to talk himself up.

He nearly forgot to lock the door as he walked out of his downtown apartment and into the night, wondering if she'd even be there the next time he woke up.

"At least it's a beautiful night."

There was no denying that Ricky was just trying to keep his own hopes up at that point, as he walked down the interior stairwell and out into the street, but at least he was telling the truth. It was the perfect kind of early summer evening to go out with a stroll with your favorite person, though, Ricky was worried that he wouldn't have many more chances to do that with Hannah, if any at all. He'd run out of the apartment with the best of intentions, but the moment that his footpaws hit the sidewalk, it felt like reality gave him a solid hook in the jaw.

_If everything I saw was true...there isn't a damn thing I can do about this,_Ricky admitted, as he made the short walk between his downtown apartment and the rather popular downtown bar, aptly named "The Drunken River." It had a reputation for being a bit of a roughneck kind of place, filled with more of the alpha, dominant crowd, something that never really appealed to Ricky, and certainly, those were words that had never been used to describe him. If the files on the computer were telling the truth, it made perfect sense that Hannah was hanging out there more and more often, and it only confirmed everything that Ricky feared.

The Drunken River wasn't the place for him. A few storefronts down, sitting right on the same block was a smaller, quieter place with a very dark reputation and a name stolen straight from the movies, "The Occult." It was rare that Ricky ever went out for a drink anyway, but in those times that he did, this was the bar he chose to frequent. Just seeing the difference in their habits was enough to make Ricky question how they'd lasted so long, but not enough to make him give up on Hannah just yet.

"Fancy seeing you in here again, stranger," a voice came from behind a bar of onyx black, made to match the tables, the walls, the ceilings, and everything but the floor, which was a rather elegant color of burgundy. "I've only ever seen you a couple times, but I hear you only come in when I do...must be a strange coincidence, huh?"

The bartender was a tiny mouse, her headfur died black and thick, smoky eyeliner tearing away from her orbitals in interesting patterns, emphasizing her ice blue eyes. She wore a tight, constricting black corset and a mini skirt around her lower half to match, and though he couldn't see, Ricky imagined she must have had some sort of platform boots on just to be able to see over the bar. As supple and full as her breasts were, she was certainly of age to be working in a bar, but she almost didn't look it.

"Nothing really strikes me as strange anymore," Ricky replied, doing nothing to hide his gloomy mood. In a place like that, of course, his mood almost seemed befitting of the atmosphere, and no one else in the lowly populated bar took notice of his misery anyway. "Think I could get a drink?"

"As long as you aren't going to walk out into the street and off yourself afterwards," she replied, pouring him a shot of black rum and sliding it across to him. "First one is on me, since you've been a relatively loyal customer. The name's Bella. You got a name?"

Ricky wasn't a heavy drinker by any standards, but he easily took the powerful drink in one swift gulp and set the glass back down on the bar top. "Ahhnn...Ricky. Just Ricky."

"Well, just Ricky," she replied, making fun of him in a subtle way to try and keep his mood up, "Was that enough to cheer you up a bit, or do you think you need something else?"

One shot wasn't going to fix any of his problems. Ricky crossed his arms on the bar top and then set his chin in them. "Tell you what. If you can bring me a drink that will make me everything that my girlfriend ever wants me to be, then I'll have another. Otherwise I'll probably just get drunk and pass out in the gutter like old Edgar..."

Bella covered her lips to try and hide a dainty giggle. "While I can appreciate making an Edgar Allen Poe reference in a place like this, I'd certainly rather you not drink yourself to death. Lucky for you...this place isn't called The Occult for no reason."

The tiny mouse displayed quick and skillful paws, pouring black rum, coconut rum, a pinch of grenadine and a shot of everclear into a strainer. She put on the cap and shook it all together rapidly with some ice, straining out the cocktail and placing a secret spice mixture over the very top of the finished product, giving it one more quick stir with a small straw to make sure he wouldn't see any sediments on the top.

"I call it a Heated Wolfess. Just came up with it...not to beat a dead horse, but in a place called The Occult, sometimes things just come to you...and I thought this just might help you out!"

It was silly to think that just the name of a place could actually have anything to do with the resolve of their drinks, but at this point in time, Ricky was ready to believe whatever Bella told him, and the fact that she was quite easy on the eyes had him eating up her every word. "Certainly can't make things any worse than they already are," Ricky rationalized, looking over the curiously dark liquid in his half pint glass and narrowing his eyes at it.

What the hell.

With nothing to lose and no care for his own health, Ricky tipped the glass back and chugged the whole thing in one shot, much to the chagrin of Bella, who widened her eyes in shock. "...Ricky, did you really just...oh...no..."

"Ahhhhh! Whew! At least this thing has the right name, it sure carries a hell of a kick!" Ricky called out, his groan from the alcoholic burn overplayed and triumphant. It was an early celebration, however, as Ricky had never been one to drink in excess, and his body quickly reminded him that he couldn't really hold his liquor so well, especially when the drink was almost pure alcohol. "Urgh...uhm. Will you excuse me a moment, Bella?" he asked, gathering up enough vestiges of common courtesy to be polite, even as he felt the world start to spin around him. He yanked a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and set it on the bar top, and Bella could only watch and shake her head as the quickly intoxicated rabbit stumbled into the street.

That's not the alcohol making your head spin, Ricky. I really wish you would have taken your time with that drink, she thought, knowing all too well what she'd just aided in the start of.

Outside, Ricky was still trying to get a grasp for his cardinal directions, and failing to keep his eyes from doing loops around the world. Drunkenly despite not being drunk, he stumbled back into the small alley that split the block in half and fell down against the aging walls of brick. "Woooooooow...that drink was really strong. I...I think I'm gonna be sick..."

Ricky might eventually consider it lucky that he didn't get sick, but what came next, most men wouldn't consider good fortune. As he fully suffered from his vertigo, Ricky folded over onto his knees and paws, assuming a proper position, but as he waited for his insides to come out, they never did. They simply...shifted.

"I don't get it...I thought for sure I was gonna lose my lunch," he said, thinking aloud as the sensation in the pits of his stomach became less intense, but the churning seemed to increase, as his insides felt as though they were liquid. The cracked and worn asphalt before his eyes seemed to get closer, but the sounds of the nighttime city around him seemed to get just a little bit further away, as if his ears were shrinking.

Just one cautionary touch revealed that they really were shrinking!

"What the hell? What...what is this?" he asked, though no one could answer, and now, Ricky wished he had the balance to go back into the bar and ask Bella what the deal was with her drink. Whatever she'd sprinkled on the top was a substance not to be trifled with. Ricky couldn't quite tell what was going on, but suddenly, despite the lack of lights in the alleyway, his vision became sharper, as if the world had been illuminated for him without anyone ever touching a light switch. He could feel his eyes shifting as his pawtips now stroked over shorter, pointed peaks for ears, instead of long and rounded loops.

Heated Wolfess...it couldn't be...

His thoughts began to skew as Ricky slid his paws, already shifting into stronger, broader flesh, down the front of his body. His chest and tummy were as flat and devoid of curves as they could be, normally, but the smallest of mounds were just starting to grow on his chest, and though his manhood wasn't much to call home about before, it was fading quickly into his body as the unusual chemicals coursing through his veins completely changed his physicality. "Ooooh...this...this doesn't feel right..." he complained, minor aches and pains forming inside of his as his muscles became dense and thick, much more like the nearly amazonian wolves that Ricky had seen on Hannah's computer. His shoulders actually broadened just slightly, but the change completely fit the budding breasts upon his chest, already starting to poke through the simple, white t-shirt that Ricky headed to the bar in. Sharp, deadly claws poked out suddenly from the stubby nails that once rounded off his pawtips, and his tiny, fluffball tail quickly erupted out from his back and over his flat rump, the tail curling up just slightly and swishing about with an unknown, carnal excitement, even as the same flat rear end started to curve out just a little bit. His hips even widened just enough to have an alluring sway to them as Ricky found himself on all fours in an alleyway, wiggling his backside out for everyone to see and lifting his tail...

...Just like a Heated Wolfess.

**

"Gimme another drink. I've had a rough day."

Hannah was already two or three drinks deep in just an hour at The Drunken River, and the tall, powerful cheetah bartender that she'd become very well acquainted with in the past few months was taking notice of it.

"I don't want to have to call you a cab just to take you three blocks up the street again, Hannah. Why don't you slow it down a bit and talk out your problems instead?"

"That's real sweet of you to offer, Emily, but I don't want to bore you to death with my relationship problems again."

Emily, attracting all the attention that she hoped for in a tight, form fitting tank top and black denim jeans that wrapped around her legs like a second skin, couldn't help chuckling a little bit. She decided to pour Hannah a drink after all, hearing that. "Girl, you come in here almost every damn night complaining about the wimpy little rabbit guy! If you've got such a problem with him, why are you still even dating him?"

"It's really not that simple," Hannah replied dryly, taking the freshly poured glass of straight whiskey and taking a long, healthy sip. "Ricky really is such a nice guy, I'd hate to break his little heart by just cutting him off, but there's a part of me I worry he isn't fulfilling...it's just so weird. Lately, all I've been able to think about is how much I'd love for a strong, commanding woman to come sweep me off my footpaws and ravage me into all hours of the night...something tells me that isn't natural, but it's driving me crazy just thinking about it, and Ricky...Ricky is just so timid! He never takes charge in the bedroom, I don't know if I could even convince him to roleplay something like that!"

Emily flickered her tail in thought as she leaned over the bar. "Perhaps you're actually more of a fan of the ladies?"

"I've dabbled, but to be honest, I really do prefer men," Hannah explained. "If I could just get rid of this fantasy, I kinda wonder if it would fix everything...like, if I could just get a taste of that experience that it would be enough, and maybe then I wouldn't have to dump Ricky tomorrow..."

A large bottle came down hard on the bar next to Hannah, grasped tightly around the neck by a paw clad in dark, rustic brown fur. "Looking to fulfill a fantasy or two, young lady? I might be able to help."

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember inviting you to this con...ver...sation."

Hannah was going to be snide, but as she slowly turned around and made eye contact with an absolutely gorgeous wolfess, as if her fantasy had come to life and taken a seat next to her at the bar, she lost the ability to do anything other than tremble. Emerald green eyes, bright and captivating came to settle upon the absolutely hypnotized turquoise orbs of Hannah, as the former admired the dark black stripe that ran from the bridge of her muzzle up over the top of her head. She couldn't see the two stripes that formed an elegant shape upon her back, but she could see the end they came to upon the swishing, alluring tail that swayed along with the hips of the mystery wolfess.

Ricky could only imagine Hannah's reaction if he told her that she had just admitted her plans to break up with him to his face, but then again, he wasn't Ricky anymore.

"I don't recall asking to be invited," the wolfess replied, taking a seat right next to Hannah, perhaps uncomfortably close for some, but the jaguar female didn't move an inch. "The name's Tess Williams. Just call me Tess...I bet a girl as beautiful as you must have a lovely name...something with an H."

Hannah nodded silently, hardly able to comprehend everything that was going on at the moment. Emily took a step back and excused herself, opting to watch from a distance as Tess leaned in a little closer to the feline, who was acting like she'd been brainwashed. "It's Hannah...pretty good guess, Tess."

"I've got a really good feel for this kind of thing. You a local, Hannah? I don't think I've seen you around before, but I've been out and about myself a little bit..."

"Yeah, I live right up the street, actually," Hannah replied without a thought, still a bit lost in the fantasies that had been building up in her head over the past few months. Mentally, she was living out every single one of them with the wolfess in front of her, and as Tess took her paw in a gentle grasp, one such fantasy started to come to life.

"Why don't you take me there and show me around? This bar is a little bit crowded, and I could really use a drink from someone's private stock!"

It was completely baffling, a nearly literal example of "ask and you shall receive," but at the same time, she was worried Ricky might still be around, and that was the one sane, logical thought she had since she saw Tess. "I...I don't know if that's the best idea, Tess. My boyfriend might still be awake at home, and I don't...I don't know..."

Tess gripped her paw that much tighter as she narrowed her eyes at the much more submissive jaguar. "I don't think he'd mind one bit to see his girlfriend going hardcore at another woman. I bet that would turn most men on, in fact," Tess explained, thinking that she wouldn't have to open that concept to a fellow female. "But I couldn't help hearing your little conversation from a little ways down the bar," Tess admitted, flickering her sharp ears for emphasis, "And who knows? Maybe going out and living out that fantasy in secret would be just the thing you need to spark your romantic interest in him again...perhaps just getting this one little thing out of your system will help you fall back in love with your boy."

It wasn't quite the most compelling argument, but as Hannah finished the drink before her and felt the stiff burn of alcohol coursing down her throat, she felt her inhibitions, or what was left of them, melting away with her cares about Ricky. "I don't think anything turns that little wimp on," she muttered, just a little bit groggy from downing her drink so fast. "You really think you can satisfy my fantasy? That you can take me that way, Tess? You don't even know me!"

"That really doesn't matter," Tess replied, giving Hannah a none too gentle tug and pulling her away from the bar with a powerful grip and a fang-filled grin. "I could care less about your fantasy, really...all I care about now is fulfilling my own, and like it or not, Hannah, you're my target for the evening!"

Obviously, Hannah had to consent at least a little bit to allow herself to be pulled, and Emily was half tempted to step in and say something, but the jaguar stumbled gracelessly into the wolfess that pulled her...and she stayed right where she was, not drunk enough from the alcohol to be stumbling, but drunk enough with lust, for sure. "And what if my boyfriend finds out about this?"

Tess helped Hannah back up to her footpaws and quickly lead her out of the bar. "I'll tell him to get in line," Tess barked back at her, walking her quickly down the block and pushing her forcefully into the same alleyway that Ricky had disappeared into only an hour beforehand. "Don't want to risk getting caught by your boy? I think this'll do just fine!"

Hannah was a bit more sexually adventurous than Ricky, but she never imagined having sex in that much of a public place. Tess had dragged her pretty far back into the alleyway, but anyone who happened to pass by would definitely be able to tell what was going on, and the jaguar was slightly hesitant to keep going. "I don't want to get caught, but don't you think this is a little bit extreme?"

"Of course I do. That's exactly why I picked it!" Tess admitted, pushing Hannah up to the worn down brick wall hard and pinning her body against it. The wolfess wore a rather masculine outfit, clad in a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, but her movements were decidedly feminine and excessively sensual. Two pairs of breasts pressed into each other as Tess leaned forth and pressed her hips into Hannah's, grinding up against them and staring the confused jaguar down, keeping her in a state of sexual submission with her eyes alone. "You're gonna get fucked in this alleyway by an alpha tonight, Hannah, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it..."

There was something of a fight-or-flight instinct left in the back of Hannah's mind, but it was watered down enough by having just enough alcohol in her system that she was much more apt to embrace the possibility that somehow, her fantasy was coming to life, and completely unbeknownst to her, it was her own boyfriend, albeit in a new body, that was making it happen! "But...I couldn't do that...in and some seedy alleyway of all places!"

It was obvious that Hannah was just playing into the mood of the moment. Her body was telling all as she let herself stay pinned to the bricks without much effort, but even if she wanted to move, the sexually starved jaguar found herself powerless to break free from the strong grip of the wolfess. "You can , and you will , like it or not!" Tess shouted back at her, clearly losing her patience as she gripped the front of Hannah's slinky tank top in her claws and literally tore it apart, shredding the fabric and clipping open the lacy black bra underneath with her clawtips, forcing her breasts to spill over into the moonlit alley. "Such a good looking pair of tits...your boyfriend has been missing out if he doesn't play with these!" Tess declared, knowing that as Ricky, she'd never paid enough attention to them, but tonight, Tess got right to work and leaned forth, her lips sealing around the right nipple and suckling on it hard, her fangs grazing over the sensitive flesh with a feral hunger that Hannah could only hope to satiate.

"Oh my God!" Hannah cried out in despair as her top was torn to shreds in an instant, her breasts falling free from their cloth clutches, her bare fur clear for the whole city to see if they just happened to walk by. The shock of it all sent a deep, shameful blush into Hannah's cheeks, but inside, her body with burning with lust and she simply loved_how aggressive Hannah was being. She was weak in the knees just at the thought of what was next to come, and her heart fluttered, skipping a beat as the lusty canine went in for such an intimate taste. "Tess! This is so _naughty! We could...mnn...we could get caught!"

"Not gonna stop me, little kitty... nothing is," Tess replied defiantly, her claws staying busy at their assault on Hannah's clothing. Hannah was the one who made the mistake of going out looking for a new suitor, after all, and Tess had no concern for the silky, flowing pleated skirt that she ripped cleanly into three pieces and dropped to the asphalt. Left in a ruined top and panties, nothing more, Hannah gasped aloud, still trying and failing to adjust to the feeling of her fantasy becoming a reality. "Cute little white cotton panties, huh? I sincerely doubt that you're really that pure, Hannah, but you certainly won't be once I'm done with you..."

One last claw, sharp and gleaming in the moonlight, took a decisive path down over Hannah's sweet little cotton panties, moving along them with a delicate purpose, taking care to avoid the warm, heated slit that was so tightly covered, but slitting the garment cleanly and letting it fall down to the asphalt, her womanhood exposed to the warm air of the night and spreading the delicious, natural aromas of her body to Tess. "I don't...Tess...I don't know if I can go any further!"

The determined predator that Tess was, no amount of pleading, serious or not, was going to dissuade her. Still suckling tight upon one breast and squeezing the other one tightly in her free paw, drawing desperate moans of pleasure from Hannah, Tess left her lower paw down by the hidden treasure that Hannah so often kept from Ricky, but for Tess, it was flowing with arousal so greatly that a stray drop fell down in waste to the ground, and just after, Tess pressed her pawtips there, one sliding along the length of her labia as the other tickled around the tiny, proud nub of her clit. "Heh...like you'd stop me even if you could, Hannah...you're a dirty, horny little jaguar, and you want this even more than I do, no matter what you say!" Tess claimed, knowing that she was right when she could feel webs of liquid desire spreading between her busy pawtips.

"Tess! Tess! N-no, not there! P-please don't!" Hannah cried out with delight, biting her lip and begging Tess to stop, but her body was begging her to continue as her thighs clenched down around the invading paw and didn't dare to let it escape. "I can't believe what this horny predator...nngh...is doing to my tight little pussy!"

"This ain't a porno, no matter how bad you want it to be," Tess reminded Hannah, grinning against her breast and giving the nipple one more tight, almost painfully hard suckle before pulling away. "Mnnn...tasty little kitties really turn me on, though...and it sure feels to me like you're about ready to get fucked hard by a heated wolfess..."

Hannah really had been gasping and talking like a porn star, but she could hardly help it. Her body was completely racked with pleasure, and no matter how she looked at it, somehow, her prayers had been answered and her fantasies brought to life as Tess released her body from the shackles of forbidden pleasure for a moment, but only so she could slide her jeans off, no panties underneath to speak of, and her shirt, she simply ripped to shreds, revealing no bra beneath; only a pair of proud, perky breasts that flowed in a lighter, cream colored fur to contrast her rustic brown. "Look at you, Tess! A wolfess as beautiful as you could have anyone she wanted!"

Tess grinned, her fangs gleaming deviously in the light of the full moon overhead. "There's only one man or woman I want right now, Hannah, and I just hope you're up to the task..." Tess said in a way of warning, as she pressed her body up to Hannah's once more, this time nude and immediately, Hannah could feel the arousal that had no doubt been building up in Tess' jeans as their hips pressed together and their juices mingled at the touch. "You may be the apple of my eye, Hannah, but I'll devour you if you don't give me exactly what I want..."

Hannah had to use all of her strength to keep her knees from buckling as she felt the slick juices spilling over her slit from Tess' own, but her legs couldn't hope to fight against the full strength of the wolfess as Tess wrapped her paws tight around her waist and pulled her down to the asphalt, pinning her onto her back and pulling her leg up over her shoulder. "Teeeeeeeess!" Hannah shouted out in shock, falling down to the ground harshly and whimpering in pain as the more dominant female took full control of her body. "W-what...what are you gonna do to me?"

"I'm gonna fuck you until I'm totally satisfied, Hannah...I'm gonna rub your little clit raw and make you beg for more..." Tess said in a low, rumbling growl, staring down the fully submitted jaguar and narrowing her deep, intimidating emerald eyes at her. Tess dug her claws in tight to Hannah's thigh as she gripped it for support and pressed her hips in, brushing her slit over Hannah's in an experimental thrust, making love in a way she never had before, but letting the instincts from the drink she consumed take over, Tess easily moved against her partner, pressing her clit hard against the pinned jaguar's and grinning with delight as she did. "Ooooh, Hannah! Nnngh...y-you've got such a sweet little clit! Damn!"

"No! Y-you can't! TESS!" Hannah tried to protest, but it was too late, and already, a wave of pleasure radiated up from her sensitive snatch and filled her body as Tess started to grind down against her. As much as the very idea had been enticing to her, and as exciting as all of the buildup was, nothing could compare to the feeling of another pair of labia brushing against her own and trading juices as Tess kept her pinned down and fucked her hard. "T-Tess! Oh my God...that feels so good...I know I shouldn't, but...I...n-need this!"

Already, thin trails of liquid arousal attached the heated pair, strands of their natural juices keeping them connected even when Tess would pull back just a little bit to admire her own work and watch the intricate and unpredictable movements of Hannah's folds. It was amazing to watch as her labia pouted and contracted, her inner walls obviously looking for something to squeeze onto, but the fact that she had nothing almost seemed to be even more of a turn on. "You need to cum for me, Hannah...you need to release that sweet nectar all over my pussy...mnnn...cause it'll make me cum, too," Tess explained, pressing down hard on Hannah's clit wit her own and sending a shiver up both of their spines. Hannah cried out in ecstasy as she grasped her own breasts, a complete slave to Tess and her orders for pleasure by now, and she was willing to do anything to achieve orgasm for her dominant partner.

It was all a downward spiral into her orgasm from there, as Hannah was looking to be commanded, and her body responded in kind. "Tess...oh, fuck me harder, Tess! Please, make me your sex slave, do whatever you want with me!" Hannah pleaded, knowing Tess had no obligation answer to her cries, but as she spoke, she could feel the dominant, powerful wolfess grinding her hips even harder and smothering her clit with a fresh wave of juices, the tiny nub already stimulated to the point of no return and simply absorbing the extra sexual energy as Hannah crashed into a hard orgasm. "I'm...nnnh...I'm c-cumming for you, Tess! All for my horny mistress! Yes! Fuck yes!"

The feeling of one small, extra, warmer rush of fluid spilling back upon her cunt was just enough to tip Tess into her own release, as well. She'd teased and ravaged Hannah's body, getting her primed for a quick climax, but something inside of her was still rather male, and perhaps the fact that she was so heated was enough to make her body convulse with a new kind of pleasure. "G-good girl, Hannah! Soak my pussy with that sweet, slick cum! YES!" Tess commanded, pounding her hips hard into her submissive partner and splattering their collective juices as the wolfess gave into her own orgasm, having no reason to deny herself any pleasure. "You're making your mistress cum, Hannah! You naughty little kitty! Just look at h-how _wet_you've made me! Fuck!" Tess cried out, nearly howling to the moon in wolfish delight as pleasure made her shake from her head to her footpaws, struggling to keep a tight grasp on her partner and digging deep trails into her flesh with the powerful, canine claws she'd been blessed with.

It was an erotic display, and a powerful one...so much so that already, three males were watching the display from the end of the alley, and a fourth one that was walking by stopped dead in his tracks as his jaw dropped all the way to the ground.

"Huff...mnn...Hannah, it looks like we've drawn quite the anxious crowd," Tess noted, still catching her breath, her breasts bouncing gently as they rose and fell in her rapid breathing. "Why...why don't we take t-this a somewhere a bit more private? Somewhere I can really give you the punishment you need?"

The men all started to droop their ears as Hannah nodded silently in her agreement, hardly able to catch her breath, and a tiny strand of drool dripping down the side of her muzzle from cumming so hard. "O...o-okay," she finally did reply, bashful at having been watched, but the whole experience had been so downright perverted that she didn't feel any shame.

She loved every minute of it.

"Sorry boys, looks like this show is over. Come back, same time, same place next week and you just might be lucky enough to join in the fun," Tess suggested, being as playful as she wanted as she helped Hannah to her footpaws and escorted her out of the alley, past three men with tented jeans, and a forth that was still gawking in disbelief.

**

Hannah awoke in her bed the following morning, clinging to a pillow, and looking down to see a wolfish paw still gripping tightly upon a bare breast.

She was covered in deep claw marks, ones that she couldn't possibly cover up. There were still some ropes strewn across her bedroom from the night before, and the bedsheets were soaked through with wet spots, each one telling the tale of another earth-shattering orgasm.

What...what on earth have I done? she thought, keeping silent as she looked back just barely, able to see Tess still holding onto her, grinning like a demon even in her sleep.

She could only imagine the explanation she'd have to give Ricky when he came home, but...that was the more pressing question on her mind as she looked around the apartment. All of his things were still there, his belongings untouched, and even unmoved from the day before.

What on earth happened to Ricky?

The answer was much closer to her than she realized...