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Caitlyn Watson-Green learns to appreciate the finer points of sluttiness, by which I mean this is a mind-control story :D

Uh. So. Yeah. I decided it was time for another feel-good hypno story. Did I just spend 12 hours on a Trans-Atlantic flight going to MFF? Maybe! Blame Spudz for making this dirtier than it was at first, but also he's the reason it's not terrible, so :D

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"Don't work too hard," Caitlyn snickered, leaning over and giving the other raccoon a kiss on the cheek. It was something of a pre-flight ritual, when they flew together, and it served to remind anyone watching who was in charge.

Ted, her fiancé, looked the perfect part of a pilot in his crisp uniform. He'd more than come into his own, even if his father had needed to pull a few strings to get him there in the first place. He laughed, and patted her shoulder. "Same to you."

Caitlyn Green (Watson-Green, she thought already) never worked too hard. The Greens worked enough to keep up appearances, and spent enough time at leisure to keep up appearances, too. Strictly speaking, work was for the common-folk.

And she was not one of those! Certainly not. But the job, as a flight attendant, gave her something to occupy her time while she finished her interminable applications to business school. Her grades had not been fantastic -- she was smart, like all raccoons, but not particularly dedicated. Family influence would make up the difference to the admissions board at Wharton... eventually.

Or maybe Ted would finally settle on a date for their wedding and none of it would matter. Either way, for now she needed to pretend to care about the proletarian reality of the service sector. Caitlyn could manage that.

The flight, on short notice from Sydney, was due to be empty save for a few assorted crew; the boarding area was all but deserted. They still had a few minutes, so she pulled one of the random men aside -- some canine she recognized from a few previous hops. "Liam, right? You're on this flight?"

The dog turned around. Unlike Caitlyn, he was much more blue collar than blue blood -- and with a thick Australian twang to boot. "Eh? Yes, ma'am, why?"

Ma'am. At least he knew his place. "Take my things and carry them on board, why don't you?"

He blinked. "I, uh. I'm not a baggage handler, you know? I'm a computer specialist."

He meant engineer or technician, she was sure. "Well, specialize in something else. Be a good boy, now." The raccoon made up in tone what she lacked in stature, and she got the sense that Liam wouldn't have pushed back anyway.

Sure enough, the dog understood that the battle wasn't worth fighting. "Fine. Whatever."

With that taken care of, she ducked into the nearest washroom. Appearances always needed to be kept up; she smoothed down her uniform in the mirror and adjusted her kerchief and peaked cap -- which the airline had required even though it was supposed to be a simple shuttle flight. Just in case. Another figure padded up next to her, performing the same ritual. "Lookin' forward to it, Caitlyn?"

She hadn't ever liked the coyote-girl, Maria something-or-other. Too twitchy, and clearly not from very good stock considering how rangy the poor thing was and her horrid Texan accent and her constant chattering about her family. Mexicans, Caitlyn believed, and it wasn't like Corpus Christi was known for particularly noble bloodlines. "The destination, yes. The journey, well... we all have our crosses to bear, don't we?"

Maria pulled her hair back, not that anything would help her atrocity of a hairstyle, and tried what the raccoon guessed was meant to be a warm smile. "Are you stayin' any?"

The airline was ferrying a spare widebody to Honolulu to rescue passengers stranded there by an engine problem on one of the other 767s. Most of the crew would continue on to their home in Los Angeles. "Of course not. Why would I?"

"Well... chance to see Hawaii, right? Catch some sun?"

Caitlyn directed a withering stare at the coyote bitch. "We're not tourists, dear; we're professionals."

With her ears flattened, the other girl went from being merely classless to truly pathetic. Caitlyn rolled her eyes, gathered her belongings, and left the washroom to head back to the jetway. Liam was gone. So were her bags.

She found both of them already aboard. The dog had dropped into one of the seats in the first-class cabin; his paw was resting on her suitcase. She narrowed her eyes and lifted it unceremoniously away. "Hands off."

"You're welcome," he drawled.

The raccoon really didn't like looking at him. Somewhere back in the mongrel's family tree one purebred dog had clearly decided to settle, and every following generation had done the same. He had a shepherd's ears and a wolfhound's wiry coat, a husky's unsettling eyes and a collie's mottled tricolor patterning.

None of it was flattering; he looked to have been made up of spare parts.

She slid her bag into the overhead compartment and went forward to check in with the pilots. They were ready to depart, for what it was worth. A glorious waste of Jet A, carrying a few tired flight attendants and one technician (specialist, she thought with a snort. Right.) to Hawaii, but the heavy metal was worth more than all of them put together and time was money.

Caitlyn took the seat next to Andy Adams -- one of the few halfway interesting characters she worked with. For a rabbit, he was remarkably calm: he channeled his energy into exuberance directed straight at the passengers, a flamboyance that nearly always tickled them. The logical chain from Andy Adams to "Double A" to his more common nickname of "Energizer" was fairly obvious.

"Hola, Caitlyn," he greeted her in typical singsong. "How are you, darling?"

"Oh, you know. Coping. I would've liked slightly more sleep before the flight..."

"No rest for the wicked," Andy giggled. "How's Ted?"

"Decent... I think."

Her companion's grin showed the buck teeth that made him impossible to take too seriously. "You sure? He went pretty hard last night."

Ted was a bit of a partier, mischievous enough to do the raccoon stereotype proud. Caitlyn was taking it upon herself to tame that wild side. Her own indulgences were far more civil: no Green would ever be caught dead in a nightclub, certainly not at 5 in the morning. "I told him he needed to be in early, but the last time I tried to put a leash on that man he gave me an earful about 'independence.' Ugh."

"'Cause he's young and cute, dear. Wish he'd give me an earful. Mouthful, better yet." Andy coughed, pretended he'd said it innocently, and then undid the innocence with a wink.

"Don't be obscene."

"Aw, I'm just kidding, babe. Johnny would throw a fit if I tried to make a meal of your man, anyway. He'd have my head! Both of my heads! Ew! But hey, I bet it's worth it..."

She didn't know. Wouldn't know. Ever. No matter how much Ted asked, and he asked often. "You're such a child," she sighed. "That's why you two get along, I swear. Did he have to be rescued?"

"I don't think so! He seemed sober enough."

"At least one of you is learning..."

"Oh, hon." Andy reached over to pat her knee. "You are never gonna teach that soul! You should learn to live a bit, yourself!"

Despite all his positive attributes -- his smile, his family's money, and his lack of any controversial political or social opinions -- Ted's tendency to 'live a bit' was a source of regular contention. He was always trying to drag her along. Or prodding her to do things, not all of them particularly kosher.

Caitlyn got her purse from the overhead compartment, pulled out her mp3 player, and settled back down. The raccoon reclined the seat, idly unfolding her noise-cancelling headphones and settling them in place on her ears. It always took a little work.

A podcast would do the trick. She'd been listening to one about building healthy habits. Live a bit -- right. Ted had already made a subtle comment or two about her figure. She needed to be living a bit less and exercising a bit more. Her thumb worked through the menu; she pressed the 'play' button and closed her eyes.

Nothing happened. She nudged the volume control on the headphones, and was just about to check the music player again when a dull thud filled her ears. Then it came again. Again. Like a heartbeat -- a slow pounding, four or five seconds apart, formed by a pulsing rhythmic tone that seemed louder in one ear than the other.

She could almost... see it, even with her eyes closed. The drumbeat matched the wavering of the... music? Was it music? Am I losing my mind? But she could swear that when the tone rose a dim light behind her eyelids went from blue to orange to red... and then back...

And then it came faster. Faster. The beating no longer seemed like a heartbeat. Now it was all blurring together. She heard a low drone and... voices?

"Gah!" Caitlyn started, and flung the headphones off. Next to her, Andy was... asleep? Already? How was that even possible? She picked up her mp3 player and found that it was dark. It wouldn't even turn on. Is it out of battery? "But..."

Almost everyone looked to be asleep in the cabin. She saw Maria, Andy, and Jake at least -- Jake was the other steward she regularly flew with, a handsome young tiger from Pasadena. His big silhouette was recognizable, but that was all she could see, for the shades had been drawn and the airliner flew on in darkness. Clearly she had lost track of time -- but how, and how much, evaded the raccoon. Unsteadily she unfastened her seatbelt, and made her way to the lavatory.

She didn't know why she expected to look different in the mirror. Of course it wasn't the case. Same well-kept fur, same pristine mask, same neatly styled hair. "Maybe I was more tired than I thought..." She trailed off, took a deep breath, and composed herself.

She still had her music player, though, and in the washroom light she gave it a closer examination. It was well and truly dead, completely out of battery. And now she saw that there was a note taped to the back. Got bored. Added some new stuff. Hope you enjoy. It was signed with an "L." Liam. That filthy mongrel.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Playing some kind of trick on her, no doubt -- revenge? Just because she'd asked him to carry her damned bags? Well, he could just deal with it like the rest of them! Caitlyn clenched the little device tightly in her paw and opened the door to see where he'd gotten off to.

But he was right at the door when she opened it, and grinning. "Sleep well?"

"What the hell did you do?" Caitlyn hissed.

"Just what I said. Added some new stuff. I'm a computer specialist, you know. You should thank me."

It was the furthest thing from her mind. She bared her teeth -- a Green though she might've been, and well-heeled, the mutt needed to be slapped down so hard she felt like emptying every curse she knew on his speckled muzzle.

When she opened her mouth to curse at him, he shook his head. "No. Thank me."

"The hell I will. You uppity, good-for-nothing, ugly son of a --"

The dog grasped her cheek in his paw. His thumb put so much pressure on her jaw that it was numb instead of painful. She couldn't move. And now his eyes were locked on hers -- or hers were locked on his; she couldn't tell. "Let me explain things to you..."

Caitlyn tried to look away, but every time she did her gaze was drawn back. Liam's clear blue eyes were darker than they'd been before. Deeper. If she looked it was possible to lose herself in them -- like she was standing off-balance, on the edge of a cliff.

"You're going to calm down." His accent seemed to fade away, until she was no longer hearing his words but letting them soak into her, like the water of a warm bath. "It's nicer to be calm, isn't it? All you have to do is listen. Can you be calm?"

The sense of standing on a precipice grew stronger. But every time she thought she was going to topple, to fall into his deep gaze, there was no sense of fear. It almost... it almost did feel calming. She managed a slight nod, and the dog relaxed his grip. She stayed motionless.

"Exactly. And you can be obedient, too, can't you?"

Her muzzle moved, but it was impossible to speak. Her brain was no longer linked to her vocal cords. She blinked instead; in the fraction of a second when her eyes shut a spark of protest fluttered up. She managed to close her eyes again. "Liam, what..."

"No... that's not what I wanted to hear."

The dog grasped her head again -- now it was more of a caress. Soothing. Her eyes opened again and the only thing she could see was deep, beckoning blue, the color of music. "But..."

"You're going to call me 'sir.' Do you understand that?"

"Y-yes. Yes, sir."

"Better." His voice slid sweetly through her ears, spilling down into her nerves like melting ice cream. "Good things happen when you can be obedient. Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very nice. And what's your name?"

"Ca... Caitlyn..."

"Pet," he corrected her. "You'll answer to 'pet,' as in 'my pet.' Or would you prefer 'bitch'? I'm sure you've used that before," the dog trailed off, and it did seem to her that she probably had. "Bet you were just bragging about your complicated Starbucks order, but we could use 'bitch,' too. What do you think? Let's keep our options open."

"Yes, sir."

"Very nice." Every time he said it Caitlyn felt her resistance ebb just that much more. "So, one more try, eh? What's your name?"

For a second her muzzle hung open. She couldn't make herself say it -- then, with a gasp, she let her mind go, tumbling off the razor's edge it had clung to. The raccoon was falling, but the only thought she had was that she was suddenly... free. It was comforting indeed, having the dog there.

"You two alright?" That was another voice. Andy's voice.

"We're doing fine," Liam said. "Tell Andy how you're doing, pet."

Caitlyn turned, and smiled politely to the rabbit, whose head was tilted with curiosity. Why does he look so puzzled? "I'm well. Very... calm."

"Did he call you 'pet'?"

His expression had grown even more perplexed. The raccoon nodded, hoping it might make things easier to understand. "That's right. Isn't it, sir?"

"She needed some... coaching," Liam explained, in answer to her question. "I've relaxed her with the aid of some... techniques we were researching, as part of our phone support lines. People call us and they're often upset, so the customer relationship management team asked me to find more calming music. We tested over a hundred variations for the CRM guys at headquarters."

"Until one..."

"Yes. CRM 114 was the... most effective. Calm people enough, deliver a strong stimulus, and..."

The rabbit glanced over at her, and she smiled. It was nice to be calm. "They turn into zombies. But not like one of the 'Thriller' ones, I guess."

"No, no. I've just helped her understand suggestions a bit better." The dog's paw gently stroked her side, and the raccoon wagged her tail happily at the feeling of its warmth. "It was Ted's idea, actually."

Ted. That was her fiancé. But she wasn't his pet, was she? The thought was a little confusing. "Sir?"

"Oh. That's right, pet. He found out about the research. He thought it would help you. Apparently you're rather... inhibited."

"Is this about the blowjob thing?" Andy asked.

"Among others. He decided to try and blackmail me. I don't take kindly to blackmail."

"Then why did you..."

Liam shrugged. "Because she did need some training, after all. And I wanted to see if it would work." Despite everything, Caitlyn could tell Andy was still skeptical; his look suggested he thought of it all as some kind of very bizarre prank. The canine turned, and tapped the bridge of her muzzle, right between the eyes. "Down, bitch."

Caitlyn sat obediently, fast enough that her cap fell off. She could hear her tail swaying slowly, waving like a dog's -- that would make Liam happy, wouldn't it? He was a dog, too. She tilted her head, looking up at him expectantly to catch his eyes, and the wash of gentle calm that swept her when she found them. "Sir?"

The mongrel patted her head again, and then loosened his belt. His jeans -- he wore jeans, not a steward's uniform -- opened quickly, with a pleasing snick from the zipper. "How does a good pet please her master?"

She knew at once what he meant. If she lowered her head she could see his wiry-furred sheath and the heavy orbs dangling beneath it. Caitlyn would never have approved -- so she had no idea why she slid herself closer, and pressed her nose into the fur of his crotch, nuzzling firmly.

Heavy, thick canine musk filled her muzzle as she inhaled him, letting the canine's heady aroma imprint itself on her brain. She wanted more of it already -- more of him. Caitlyn had been inhibited. It was so nice not to have those worries. So reassuring to feel nothing but the satisfaction of knowing she was pleasing the dog.

Reassuring, also, was the way his sheath throbbed next to her muzzle while she snuffled into his fur. It let her know she was on the right track -- she'd never done anything nearly like it before. But he seemed to be getting bigger, and when she turned and nosed his sheath directly she heard him sigh in gratitude.

"Jesus Christ, are you serious?" Andy muttered.

"She's just specializing in something new," her master replied. "Keep going, pet."

The raccoon lapped up the side of his furry package to where it suddenly stopped, giving way to a short length of exposed, glistening flesh. His scent was even stronger there -- she found herself almost panting with anticipation. She had to find out what he tasted like.

So she did. Her tongue flicked out, just barely touching him. He was a bit salty, a bit tangy -- not unpleasant at all. She lapped again. The first few times, her fully extended tongue almost completely covered him... but he kept growing, and soon she had to settle for simply bathing as much as she could manage.

Caitlyn would never have thought of herself that way -- on her knees in front of some dirty mongrel, hungry for the taste of his prick as it started to drool against her tongue. But it fit the raccoon very well, she decided quickly. She'd been missing out. Her master knew best. Her ringed tail wagged excitedly.

Liam noticed. "See? She had it in her all along. Didn't you, bitch?" The word tingled in her ears. "Go on, you can suck it. Suck my cock, pet. I know you want to."

She swallowed, took a deep breath, and sized him up, suddenly aware of just why dogs had such generous muzzles. But she needed to at least try. Her black paw held him delicately, and she opened her lips around the smooth, slick taper of the mutt's cock. She inhaled, suckling, and was rewarded with a groan and a splash of salty, thin precum.

Lapping him clean, she carefully pushed her muzzle forward. It was easy at first, but the deeper he got the harder it was to control her reflexes. She gagged, coughing around his heavy length, and rather than chiding her he simply stroked her ears until they perked up. "You'll learn, pet. I'll teach you to be a good whore, don't worry."

Reassured, she pulled herself back, and started to pump her muzzle on Liam's cock the way they did in the videos she'd caught Ted watching before. At least it was easy to tell when she was on the right track -- her master drew his breath in sharply, and his nice big prick throbbed when she sucked on him.

Caitlyn was no longer keeping up appearances -- at least, not the old, dumb ones she'd been clinging to. There were other things to care about; other things that mattered. Her graceful, coal-black fingers cupped and caressed his balls, oh-so-keenly aware of what they offered. Listen to how he's panting, she thought, and then: a good pet would go faster to help him along.

She sped up, rocking her muzzle with a building hunger -- almost like she was bonded to him, like she could feel the dog's need growing. Her eager nose thudded into the pulsing, swelling bulge of a massive canine knot_. What would that feel like?_ Would her master show her? Could she ask him? Nicely? Not with the way he was tensing up, his hips quivering and rigid.

Liam gasped deeply a few times and she had the sense that she had at least done her job. "Here comes your treat, pet. Get ready. Get ready -- get -- ungh, oh, fuck, pet!" He groaned and sunk his cock into the raccoon's muzzle just as a spurt of something hot and thick caught the back of her throat. Two more quickly followed, and he humped between her lips gratefully.

She could feel him throb and jerk against her tongue, and his laden orbs in her paw pulsed as he emptied his load into her. A good pet would swallow, Caitlyn figured. But that was easier said than done -- no sooner had she swallowed one mouthful than he was pumping another into her. A few creamy strands escaped her gasping lips -- enough to have stained her pretty muzzle thoroughly by the time he was finally done and panting, his arm up against the wall for support.

"Good girl," he told her. "That was a good girl, pet."

She tried to speak, but with her mouth full of sticky dog seed the effort only served to make more of a mess. She hoped he would get the message from her smile, and the bright eyes shining in her dark mask.

Behind her, she caught the sound of footsteps drawing nearer. She could hear the regular pace abruptly falter as whoever it was came around the corner. And halted. The silence lasted for a good few seconds, enough to have been uncomfortable were Caitlyn capable of feeling such a thing.

She turned around to see who it was: Maria, the coyote stewardess from the washroom. "So, I'm sure this is just, like... some section of the manual I haven't read yet..."

"Hey," Liam said, and waved. "Welcome to the party."

Maria looked at the three and once again Caitlyn had to wonder why everyone seemed so surprised all the time. The coyote's ears went lopsided. "Right. So why, ah, why does Andy have his pants open? Why does Liam have his pants open? Why is Caitlyn -- you know what -- you know -- basically, what am I lookin' at here?"

"Well, Caitlyn was just sucking Liam's dick here, and..."

"Yeah, but..."

"Hypnosis, I think," Andy explained when she trailed off.

"He hypnotized her?"

"To teach her a lesson, yeah," the rabbit said.

"Did it work?" Did it work! Caitlyn sort of wanted to giggle at the thought.

Liam rested his paw between the raccoon's ears. "Clean up the floor, pet." Glancing down, she had made a bit of a hash of things; she bent down, lapping up what she'd spilled while he continued. "Back in R&D we were pretty certain it only worked if you were already a bit... predisposed."

She heard Maria snicker. "You wanna know how surprised I am? Of course... this is probably against the rules, y'know, Liam. You too, Andy -- I mean, shame on ya, and all that."

"What? Aw, hon, you don't show me somebody getting their cock sucked and not expect me to pay attention! We prey folk gotta be observant, you know?" He was more than observing, truthfully; when Caitlyn finished licking the floor and returned to sitting by Liam's side she could see the rabbit's paw was still resting on his own prick.

"Caitlyn." Maria bent over, leaning forward to get close to the raccoon. Of course, Caitlyn was really somebody else -- somebody very distant and out of reach. "Hey. Hey. Hey, you ringtailed whore, I'm talking to you."

"Then talk," Liam told her. "No need to be mean about it."

Maria scoffed, and stood up. "That's ironic, considering who we're dealing with. Can you wake her up?"

"Probably a good idea to try, isn't it?" Liam's laughter sounded awfully cheerful. He ruffled the raccoon's hair, and then she felt his fingers at her neck. He was loosening her kerchief -- she almost wanted to ask why, except that this would mean speaking out of turn.

But then it was clear. He slipped a mahogany-brown leather collar around her neck and fastened it snugly. The kerchief almost obscured it -- almost -- but there was no way she could ignore the feeling. It made for a nice, reassuring presence: not constrictingly tight, but definitely a constant reminder.

His paw gripped her muzzle firmly. The longer he held it, the more she couldn't focus on anything else. Liam's voice, when she heard it, seemed to come from a million miles away. "When I let go, you're going to wake up, pet. Three... two..."

One. Caitlyn blinked in surprise. She was on her knees next to Liam, the patchy mongrel engineer. She could smell dog everywhere -- and both Liam and Andy had their pants undone. "What the fucking... where am..."

As she scrambled unsteadily to her feet, more pieces fell into place. Even if she hadn't remembered hungrily devouring the mutt's dick she could still taste him, and the way Maria was leering suggested the coyote was also well aware of what had happened.

What was I even thinking_? What got into me?_ Other, that was to say, than what felt like half a cup of dog. That was not the kind of thing a well-heeled Green did. Greens kept up appearances! That's why she'd yelled at Ted about those disgusting videos he was always watching on the computer!

So why had she done it? And why did it not seem like such a mistake?

Her cap was on the floor. She bent down, put it on hastily, and glanced around at the three figures watching her. "What did you guys do? What's the big idea here? Did you --" What was around her neck? "What the fuck? Is this a collar?"

"Calm down," the mongrel told her. Ugh. That voice! What a horrid voice!

What a horrid dog, more like it! Mangy Crocodile Dundee motherfucker! "I'm not going to calm down! I'm not --" She reached for the collar, but as soon as her fingers touched the leather her paws dropped away. Her arms suddenly had no energy. Her mind swam. Caitlyn stumbled, and nearly hit the bulkhead. "What..."

"What happened to your balance? Oh, sweetie," Maria said, shaking her head. "We're professionals. Remember?"

"G-get the captain. Maria -- get Captain Hartwell." The coyote winked, and stepped back into the aisle, leaving her to deal with Andy and Liam alone. "Whose idea was this? Was it..."

"Ted," the rabbit answered. "I guess he tried to blackmail Liam. Or confront him, anyway."

"Of course he would've," Caitlyn shot back hotly. "This has to be against the law."

Liam shook his head. "Nah. It wasn't about this. He said he knew somebody at immigration who could make my getting an American residence permit difficult unless I was willing to help him. With what, you ask? Let's say he wanted me to teach you how to behave. Now, that's pretty rich. He could stand a lesson or two himself, if you ask me..."

Andy grinned. "Hey, I'm willing to help..."

"Not like that, mate." Liam laughed, though, as if it was all one big joke. "Besides, won't Johnny slap you if you start chasin' the pilots again?"

"You're no fun..."

Maria returned, and not for the first time Caitlyn felt herself reminded of how much she disliked coyotes. They always seemed to be plotting something, and the skinny Latina's eyes did not look innocent.

"Did you tell the captain?"

"What? No."

"Why not?"

"I was going to, but then I realized that you're completely filthy. And, you know... sterile cockpit."

"That's not what it means!" Caitlyn protested. "Where did you go, then?"

"My seat." The raccoon couldn't tell if Maria was actually grinning, or just baring her teeth. She held up a little metal object. Caitlyn didn't know what it was until Maria touched her thumb against it and she saw the camera's lens extend. "I just want this on record."

"Want what on record?"

"Liam, make your pet shut up."

Pet? "Who are you calling 'pet'? I'm not anyone's --" In a fit of anger she'd tensed up to spring at the coyote, but before she could move Liam's paw was at her throat and her entire mind went fuzzy.

He wasn't even holding her. Was he? No. His finger was looped into the leather collar, that was all. But something about the way he touched it overwhelmed her. It felt so... soft. So nice, and fluffy, and warm.

Then he let go, and she staggered. "I'm not... not..." Not what? What was I talking about? Caitlyn tried to orient herself, but the thoughts weren't coming together properly. The heat of Liam's touch was fading, and she already missed it. Things were ever-so-complicated when she had to consider all of them at once.

"What was that, pet?" Liam was asking her.

"That's not my name, s..." She blinked. "Liam."

He ran his finger along the underside of the collar. Her collar. A soothing, cottony blanket fell over her shoulders. "Try again."

Was it surrender? It felt very much unlike giving up, after all. It was even rather... liberating. "Try what again, sir?"

"Better."

"So, Liam, you were talking about behaving..." Maria had a camera in her left paw and a very suspicious grin. "Now, I'm not gonna say I'm as, uh, observant as Andy said he was, but I have to say, in Texas I'd call it awful unhospitable-like to leave him like that..."

"Is it, Andy? I haven't spent much time in Texas."

The rabbit looked down at his exposed crotch, up at Liam, and over to Caitlyn. Then he shrugged. "I haven't either. All I know is they say everything's bigger there... I don't know if that means it starts bigger or it gets bigger."

He was big enough, anyway. "Well, figure it out before my pet gets confused."

"I'd love to give her a little rabbit digestif, Liam, trust me, but I probably shouldn't fool around. Johnny wouldn't like it, and Ted, well... well. Screw Ted, but..."

"So no mouth, then? What about paws? Paws are nothing."

"Well, huh. You know, now that you mention it, I guess she could play with it a bit..."

"Get to it, pet," Liam ordered.

She nodded and stepped over to the rabbit without a moment's hesitation. He wasn't her master, sure, but it was still nice to be able to see the way his eyes brightened up when she pulled his paw away from his cock and replaced with her own.

He felt very... hot. She squeezed gently around the heft of his endowment between her fingers. The more she thought about it -- to the extent she could really think -- the more it seemed she had been holding far too much of herself back.

Actually... Caitlyn giggled, stroking the rabbit faster and faster. Who's in control of whom, anyway? After all, Andy was clearly completely at her mercy. The raccoon was consumed by the thought of what he might taste like -- different from her canine master, surely. Could she? Just a little? Well...

She let him go for just a moment, and brought her paw up to her muzzle. Her black fingers were matted, and a little wet, so she licked them clean. Andy tasted a little sweeter, she decided; a little less musky. Not bad, actually. She licked again, distractedly, and again.

When she reached back down he caught her wrist. "If you aren't careful, hon, you're gonna get dirty. Better hold up."

Maria was quick to intervene. "She looks hungry, though, Andy..."

"Hm." That was Liam; Caitlyn looked and saw wheels were clearly turning in the dog's head. "Are you suggesting a replacement meal, Maria?"

"Reckon I might be!"

"Is it you?"

The coyote grinned darkly. "Maybe."

"What do you say, pet? We'll have to teach you the difference between being eager and being cheap some other day. You are hungry, aren't you?"

Even hearing the word had her licking her chops. Caitlyn nodded. "Yes, sir."

"I think you want to eat out your stewardess friend, don't you?" Again it seemed like a question, and again as soon as he asked it she immediately felt that the answer was clearly 'yes.' Clearly, obviously 'yes' -- whether it had ever crossed her mind before or not.

Her master knew best. He was so perceptive, so good at anticipating her thoughts... Caitlyn had to agree with him. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Go ahead, pet; eat up. She deserves to be repaid for doing our filming, anyway. Let me have the camera for a bit, Maria."

She handed the camera to Liam and looked around for a suitable rest. The business-class seats would've seemed most appropriate to Caitlyn, but for the sake of expedience -- and to make it easier to film, no doubt -- the coyote locked the wheels of a drink cart and settled on its edge.

At least it gave the raccoon plenty of room to maneuver, crawling forward on all fours. And the coyote's rangy frame partly redeemed itself in abundant flexibility -- one of her long legs, braced against the adjacent business-class seat, was more than enough to keep herself steady.

Apart from the legs, Maria definitely didn't look nearly as nice as Caitlyn in their tight-fitting uniforms; coyotes weren't curvy enough to pull them off. That, along with Caitlyn's influence, had generally left the younger woman relegated to less glamorous assignments for the airline.

And some of that history was probably being reflected in the tone of her voice. "Did you get lost, bitch?"

The raccoon flattened her ears guiltily. Maria was also not her master, no more than Andy, but displeasing her risked displeasing Liam. She apologized, and pushed the coyote's skirt up carefully, trying not to muss it too much -- the coyote needed as much help as she could get in looking put-together.

Maria lifted her hips so that the skirt could bunch up underneath them, leaving the long stretch of her legs nicely bare. Her panties didn't present much resistance, either, to the nimble raccoon fingers that pressed it easily to the side. Cheap cotton, probably picked up at some Walgreens somewhere. Or TJ Maxx, a coyote store if ever there was one.

Claws tweaked the tender arc of her right ear. "Are you professional or not, slut?" Maria growled. Caitlyn winced and pushed her head all the way between the canine's thighs. When her tongue grazed the coyote's bare slit, the claws relaxed with the rest of her. "More like it... Liam, how's the light?"

"Good enough." He was somewhere behind them, probably trying to find a vantage point that would show his pet off. "Oh. Hey, Jake. C'mere if you want the live show." The tiger must've woken up; he didn't sound like he was puzzled by the situation judging by his enthusiastic reply. More like... interested! She had an audience!

The raccoon flicked her tail contentedly at the thought, which cheered her enough to add a giggle to her gentle lapping. And now that Maria was in a better mood, too, it was much easier to enjoy exploring the coyote's body.

Still, she waited for the first actual moan before entering her. That soft, warm tongue slid just inside, and the coyote's taste spread slowly as Caitlyn caressed and probed her experimentally. The response was a throaty, very uncultured oath.

But that was a good sign. Couldn't argue with it. I'm not so bad at this... She sped up, until Maria started to squirm and the strength of those muscles in the thighs to either side of Caitlyn's head seemed ever so slightly threatening. She gave the canine's mound a tender kiss, to apologize for slowing.

"Hey, Andy, what are you doing?" Liam's voice. It wasn't chiding or anything -- more like questioning. "Thought you said..."

"Yeah? So?"

Caitlyn was a bit curious, but she knew that her master would have things in control. The paw caressing her side didn't seem to be his. It must've been Andy's. And it kept moving! Lower... lower... Something tugged at her skirt. The touches were still a bit hesitant, and she decided that this was why she wiggled her rear for him.

Actually she hadn't even thought consciously of doing it: it just happened.

Andy jerked her skirt up, gathering the material and holding it in place above her sleek hips. Next her panties came down -- though they clung for a lingering quarter-second to her wet mound. Liam had caught that. "Eager, are you, pet?"

He had yet to teach her the difference between being eager and being cheap, as he put it, but the former at minimum was true. She tried to say that, but with her muzzle flush up against Maria's crotch and her tongue working ever-deeper into the panting coyote's folds her answer wasn't particularly coherent. She didn't even bother to try again. Instead she was consumed by a tingling anticipation.

She didn't need Liam's camera to see what was happening. The erstwhile haughty stewardess was on all fours like a housepet -- her tail swaying, a beckoning flag to whoever looked. Her nice, smooth skirt was all bunched up on her curvy rear, with the slate fur of her supple thighs going from fuzzy to matted with lewd efficiency.

Her tight jacket and kerchief and cap still gave the barest sense of class to the affair, but then their wearer was sandwiched between the legs of a coyote whose lolling tongue left very little of her pleasure to the imagination.

Any class left evaporated with Caitlyn's helpless moan when the steely hardness and unmistakable heat of Andy's cockhead pushed firmly against her. A little roll of the athletic rabbit's hips, a jerking nudge, and without even having to beg for it a solid few inches of his length had sunk into her.

He stopped, put both his paws on the raccoon's ass, and thrust forward sharply to bury the rest. Caitlyn squealed in delight at the warm, tight filling sensation that momentarily blotted everything from her mind.

The squeal, muffled as it was, brought Maria from her own muzzy haze. "She any good?" Andy's fingers clenched into her hips while he pulled back, leaving her achingly empty -- when he hilted himself again his groan was all the answer the coyote needed. "Guess so..."

"So fucking sweet," Andy gasped, managing to keep anything like a rhythm for only a few seconds. Half a dozen bucks later and the rabbit was already pounding her swiftly, hard enough she was grateful she had the cart to brace herself against.

His pace thumped her into it solidly, though, testing the brakes -- into the coyote, too, who whimpered at the added stimulation as her ringtailed toy fell into quick, ravenous slurps like she could somehow be a conduit for the pleasure thudding through her. He couldn't have been holding anything back. Right? He can't --

But she felt him getting faster, leaning on her hips -- just plowing her now, fucking her ragged. It was impossible to concentrate. She couldn't. Maria was tugging at the raccoon's ears, muttering something, whore-you-still-have-a-job-to-do, and it took every bit of resolve the stewardess still had even to parse the sounds as English.

Caitlyn opened her mouth, panting hoarsely into the coyote. What came out was trying to be an answer, an explanation, but it manifested in a wordless grunt and even as she tried again, muzzle quivering, she felt a rippling surge of ecstasy crest and wash over her, seizing her muscles and reducing everything to that raw live current of carnal, sating pleasure.

She bucked and jolted -- Maria had to hold her steady -- and then Andy slammed into her needily, and couldn't even pull back all the way before groaning with his release, adding to her giddiness a steamy, thick heat that announced his climax in long, throbbing pulses. His slick shaft slid in short strokes like he was trying to help his seed along, and it served to keep her trembling for a few seconds more until something like reality asserted itself.

"Holy shit," Andy panted. "Holy shit."

"Good?" Jake asked.

Andy still wasn't much for words. "Holy shit... I mean -- yes."

"You done?"

"Why, you want a turn?"

She heard the tiger's belt coming undone swiftly -- by now she was coming to recognize the sound. "What's it look like? Fuck, she's got a nice ass." A hot blush rose into Caitlyn's ears at the compliment.

Andy pulled himself from her, followed by a generous splash of his seed all over the floor between her legs. More dripped from her -- though she was keenly aware of how well he'd filled her, anyway. The emptiness left her a few seconds to tremble in dazed anticipation before she felt the conical taper of the big cat's erection settle into place.

She didn't know Jake that well; he was new. Californian like her; surfer type, before joining the airline for the travel perks. He liked the Australia run. Nice body. It wasn't the only nice thing, if Maria's approving whistle was anything to go by.

The tiger pushed slowly, opening her up around a strangely textured cock a little less girthy than Andy's had been -- but longer, she thought. He felt awfully curious, a nice thrilling novelty as his feline length steadily claimed her, dragging purposefully over her already well-stained folds.

He took his time on the next thrusts, until he was almost... purring, with a rumbling growl that rose and fell in time to his slow strokes. "Hella nice... aw, fuck. Did Ted plan this?"

"No," Liam answered.

"Does he care?"

"Do you?"

"About Ted? Fuck that asshole. If his slut wants to bend over for the whole flight crew, what's it to me? Oof... ooh, yeah. You like that, whore?" She'd gasped as his studded prick teased her, and she nodded helpfully just in case the message wasn't clear. He got it -- or if he didn't, it must've not mattered. Then again, what did?

Nice and laid-back, the tiger kept his huge paws on her hips and his claws free of her sides, fucking her slowly. Caitlyn felt the pressure building again -- but more distantly. Enough that she could return her attention to the patient coyote. Her first few laps weren't quite good enough -- she nuzzled apologetically, and sunk her tongue in deep, curling it up against her inner walls to reassure Maria of her dedication.

They made a productive team -- like all good crews. Unlike Andy, Jake let his pace build smoothly, second by ticking second. She used him to gauge her own movements, almost like he was rewarding her for the affection she lavished on the put-upon Maria. Caitlyn had been too hard on her, really -- but now, at least, she was making up for it.

The coyote was making odd little growling sounds, lifting her hips to push herself closer to the raccoon. Between the bubbly growls were the hissed monosyllables of half-desperate oaths -- Caitlyn might've thought the poor girl was suffering, had she not been so busy licking up the juices that soaked her cream-furred crotch.

Jake began to speed up, too, adding a sense of urgency. The smooth piston of his feline cock plunged Andy's cum from her in sloppy gushes that splashed against the floor and spattered her thighs but the tiger's rapid bucking promised she would not be empty for long. She shivered and blushed at the thought of how much the notion pleased her.

The world went quiet. There were paws on either of the raccoon's ears, grabbing her roughly. Eager to please, she tilted her head and worked her tongue in a velvet caress from the bottom of the coyote's sodden slit all the way to the little nub of her clit. And then she kissed it, suckling ever-so-gently... far more gently than the convulsive shudder that followed from the canine.

Then one of her ears was abruptly free. She heard the start of a moan before Maria managed to stifle it in a shaking, unsteady paw. The coyote kicked and quivered, clearly struggling not to howl as she came hard, pivoting her hips against the fulcrum of Caitlyn's swiftly lapping muzzle. She lost, inevitably, the howl escaping as a quavering whine through her nose before it broke into a puppy's helpless whimpers.

Caitlyn scarcely had the chance to notice before Jake reached his own end. At the last moment his steady rhythm became erratic. He jerked his hips to a stop, and a thousand points of white-hot pressure dug into her as his barbs flared. The tiger claimed her with a predatory growl, his short strong thrusts raking her from within -- a jarring sharpness soothed by the warmth of his seed filling her. It came in powerful spurts, hotter than the rabbit had been, and he kept his long cock deep, his twitching balls slinging her dripping snatch full of the big cat's load.

Then the tiger pulled out and, slightly dazed between the absence of a cock inside her and a muzzle completely drenched in coyote, Caitlyn required a few seconds before she was able to sit up. Liam had walked over to her; he stroked her cheek softly, and when his fingers brushed her collar the raccoon felt her whole body starting to smolder.

"Good job, pet," he told her.

"I'll say," Maria added, snickering, and slid to her feet from the cart. "Though I'm not sure 'pet' is the right word. How about 'service item'?"

"That does have a ring to it," Jake agreed, before her master could answer. And when the raccoon stood shakily, supporting herself on the cart, he tugged her tail playfully. "Hell of a way to join the mile high club..."

"Wasn't it? Mm, she does look nice like that..." Andy stretched up so that he could see over the cart. "Good God, kitty, you still hard? You need to go again?"

"Maybe..." His paws dragged themselves over to either side of her thighs. "Yeah..."

Already? She'd heard that about big cats, and now was as good a time to learn as any. Caitlyn looked up in time to see Liam nod, and get the camera ready again, before Jake nudged between her shoulder blades to push her forward. The raccoon barely had time to brace herself before he was back inside her, sliding deep with a groan and a slick squish from her twice-filled pussy.

The followup skidded the cart and the stewardess forward in a sharp jolt -- standing up, he could bring his full strength to bear, and soon his hips were a blur. Like he didn't want her to have gotten the wrong impression, from the first time -- not that she was taking notes.

She couldn't focus anyway -- the speed and raw energy of it was quickly smothering whatever rational thoughts the raccoon still had. Soda cans and bottles of cheap wine clattered and banged with his furious tempo. It took Andy and Maria both to hold the cart in place. Caitlyn wasn't any help; her foot kicked and it was all she could do to stay standing as the tiger's prick sank home.

The last thing she saw was a grin and a wink from the coyote before her eyes slammed abruptly shut against a wave of pleasure, crashing in a wave that rolled over every nerve with all the polite subtlety of a police raid. She was gasping, unable to breathe -- would've grabbed for an oxygen mask except it wasn't an unexpected loss of cabin pressure it was that glorious, hot tiger cock...

But he didn't stop -- she tumbled back from her peak and the first thing she felt were those nubby little barbs demanding her attention. And if she gave into it, she couldn't help but dwell on how deep Jake was fucking them into her. How his heavy sac slapped wetly in a hard, fast staccato.

She groaned and let release take her again. Nothing else mattered. Jake grabbed her tail and tugged sharply and the momentary jolt of pain only clarified the pleasure that redoubled as he roared and jetted a second load into her, more than matching the first. Barbs digging in, he pumped his cum into the quaking raccoon girl until it was dripping from her, spilling down the sides of the battered beverage cart.

When he pulled his length from her the torrent that followed splashed a violation of more than a few health codes all over the cart's contents. Caitlyn didn't know if she wanted to collapse or to beg him to try for a third time, just in case there was a single bit of her insides he hadn't soaked in tiger cum.

But the cockpit door opened first, probably because someone had noticed the roar. Jake stepped away with a slightly guilty cough, but she was focused on trying to recover her wits. The newcomer got all the way over before she recognized the heavy footfalls as coming from the plane's captain, Marcus Hartwell.

Photogenic and with a rare species for the world of aviation, he was tailor-made for the company's brochures. The handsome reindeer had a timeless elegance to him, accented by those magnificent antlers that disqualified him from the Air Force or anywhere else he was expected to wear a helmet.

With twenty-five years of flawless service and the most commendations of anyone in the fleet, he was practically worshipped by all -- even Caitlyn. Ted claimed to think he was 'overrated,' but then, he'd given Ted a few bad marks on simulator tests.

Caitlyn secretly knew that the marks were almost certainly deserved, even if Ted was insistent on holding the silly grudge. It didn't stop her from looking up to Hartwell. She respected him deeply -- almost as much as she respected her master Liam.

So when he asked, with some incredulity, what in the hell was going on, she turned around, bowed, and smiled openly. "Hello, Captain Hartwell!"

"Hello Miss... Green?"

"Pet."

"Uh. Alright. Aren't you Ted's girlfriend?"

"Fiancée, yes, captain," she nodded. She straightened back up, blushing slightly at the feeling of Jake and Andy's seed spilling from her. "But Sir is training me."

"That'd be Liam, in case you were wondering," Maria said, waving towards the mutt. "Naturally. Though it seems as if the training was Ted's idea."

"That would explain why he was bragging that he had 'found a way to make his girl more adventurous' back in the lounge." Marcus shook his head. "I cannot imagine this was his goal. So, what? What does this 'training' entail -- other than making a mess of the cabin?"

"Just helping her learn some new skills, mate."

"But you've brainwashed her. I can't imagine the FAA approves of that."

Liam snorted. "They don't like anything -- don't worry, she's still quite functional." He then spent a second adjusting the angle of her cap to make her more presentable, which was very thoughtful of him. "How do you get out of this airplane, pet?"

Hearing her name called jarred her back to attention. She pricked her ears and straightened up smartly. "This 767-300 is equipped with four exits. There are two forward doors and two at the rear of the plane. Additionally, there are four window exits over the wing, designed to be used in case of emergency. Lighted exit signs mark the location of each door. In the event that an --"

"That's enough. What's the airport code for Denver, pet?"

"DEN, sir."

"When was the galley fire extinguisher last inspected?"

"October 15th, sir."

"See?" Liam patted her shoulder. "Get on your knees and show Captain Hartwell what you've learned, pet." He remained behind, of course, to make sure it could be suitably captured on video.

She lowered herself immediately, crawling over to the reindeer's feet, and put her paws on his belt buckle. By now she was more than aware of how the whole thing worked -- she did it blindly, keeping her bright eyes looking up at the stern, handsome captain.

Just like any other routine! In the event of low visibility, lighting strips indicated exits. In the event of a water landing, the evacuation slides served as life rafts. In the event that someone needed their cock sucked...

Unfasten the belt buckle by loosening the strap and pulling it away from the metal clasp. Next, open the zipper by tugging down sharply. Take care prior to opening undergarments, as package may have shifted during flight.

It took about two seconds. He didn't say anything: if he'd been of a mind to protest, he probably could've found it somewhere in him before her paws were greedily rummaging in his boxers and now there was no point. Caitlyn licked her lips, intuiting what her master would've wanted her to do.

She kept her breathing nice and gentle, almost like she was kindling a bonfire. Holding the reindeer's sheath in her paw, she stroked the soft fur until it gave up its treasure, and her inquisitive tongue met its fifth taste of the flight. I'm becoming quite the connoisseur, she thought with a happy smile. Soon she'd be able to talk about terroir and hints of chocolate and lilac.

Mostly reindeer tasted of salt and slightly bitter musk. She was more interested in the size and shape of it! Thinner than she would've expected and perfectly smooth -- none of those strange feline barbs. Not that she wouldn't mind trying that again. Later; it's a long flight. Caitlyn chose, for certain values of the word, to live in the moment.

She worked her muzzle onto him, using her tongue to guide him between her lips. Her eager sucking drew a heavy, deep sigh from the pilot, and a rather contented groan. "This was the training, Liam?"

"Pretty much, mate."

"That's it?"

Even though it wasn't her master asking, Caitlyn felt her ears flattening. What does he mean? She flicked her tongue over the tip of the reindeer's shaft, hoping to convince him that she hadn't gone wrong somewhere.

"Wanted something else, captain?"

He chuckled, and stepped away to leave her muzzle disappointingly empty. "Get up and bend over. I know you can do that much."

She hesitated, twisting to look over her shoulder at her canine owner and tilting her head. "Sir?"

"Do what he says, pet."

Caitlyn rose, and bent back over the drink cart carefully. Marcus cracked his knuckles and got behind her. His long, eager shaft worked between her slippery-wet lips teasingly... he pushed forward until he just barely started to spread her open... then he stopped, pulled back, and worked up a little higher. She gasped and, startled, started to stand up again. "Wait, hold on."

Liam's eyes flashed and he padded closer, on steady feet and mindful of the camera he was still holding. He smoothly pushed her back over. "No. I didn't say you could give him any orders, did I, pet?"

"B-but... but, sir..."

His expression hardened. "Don't be disobedient."

"But... but your pet hasn't... done... that..."

"So?" His stern voice made arguing quite pointless. "Haven't done a lot of things. Get your tail up, pet."

And didn't federal law require obeying all lighted signs and your owner's instructions? Caitlyn swallowed, took a deep breath, and hiked it aloft. The rings pointed like a target marker to direct the eye right to the little bud of her untested tailhole. Marcus wasted no time: the blunt tip of the reindeer's cock dug in, its slickness pushing firmly into the tight ring.

She gasped when he opened her up, both with the shock of the penetration and how little it... hurt. It was different, that was to be sure. Her ass was a very tight fit -- any thicker and there might've been some pain. But his slow, sure grinding simply sunk the pilot's shaft in -- inch, by inch, by inch -- until he was satisfied.

His second thrust was even smoother, and the third warranted a moan from the by now thoroughly corrupted raccoon. The other crew had gathered around to watch -- none of them looked especially surprised by her progressively more wanton gasps and whimpers. The reindeer buck grunted his satisfaction, swiveling his hips in faster and faster pumps. "Hmf -- sure she hasn't -- ungh -- done this before?"

"She has a reputation as being a bit..."

Jake couldn't think of the right word, so Maria suggested a few: "Boring? Frigid? A bitch?"

"Well..."

"Also, uh -- 'has,' sweetheart? Stripes, you best check your tenses."

Andy was right, naturally. Perceptive -- observant, as the rabbit so often was. Boring, unadventurous you're-damn-right-I'm-a-bitch Caitlyn wouldn't have let Ted get this far, that was sure. She certainly wouldn't have permitted herself to wind up folded over a beverage cart moaning like a whore while some pilot she barely knew railed her ass.

Thankfully her master knew her better than that!

Marcus was really moving now, grinding heavily to finish every stroke. "Mmmfuck! Not gonna hold back, bitch..." The reindeer groaned and his fingers shook as the effort of breaking in the raccoon's rear overwhelmed him. She almost wanted it to go on a little longer -- just for... for curiosity's sake -- but by the quick way he was rutting her endurance wasn't in the cards.

At least there were no barbs -- no knot, either. His movements became unsteady and then he halted abruptly, a few strained breaths coming before a grunt and the strong, flexing throbs of the buck's cock marked his release. He spent himself eagerly, ensuring that the first to take Caitlyn's rear filled it nice and thoroughly with reindeer cum.

His grasp tossed her forward unceremoniously when he worked himself free of the raccoon's ass. Her tail dropped, and she managed almost two full steps before collapsing to sprawl in the nearest seat, panting while Marcus tugged his pants back up. "Not bad. I should get back to the cockpit -- although Ted did tell me he could handle it. I have my doubts."

"We'll find out," Liam said. "'Cause he sure will." Marcus laughed, and she guessed that the dog must've been referring to the camera. It was nice that someone had been kind enough to film everything. Andy? Maria? She couldn't quite remember whose idea it had been.

A lot of things were slightly confusing. They seemed like good ideas at the time -- or she didn't know why they might've been bad ideas. But... but then...

She shut her eyes, and considered asking. Liam beat her to it. His breath filled her soft, rounded ear. "Wake up."

Up? But I'm awa -- the thought ended abruptly. She was face down on one of the seats. A wet, warm something was trickling from her tailhole into the sticky fur of her grey thighs. There was a dizzying mess of scents assaulting the raccoon's nose. "Wait -- I --"

Scrambling, she rolled onto her back. The odd-looking mutt of an computer specialist, Liam, was watching her. So were the others. Liam grinned. "Hey. Enjoying the lessons?"

"What's going on?" She knew full well -- the evidence was abundant and damning. She knew, they knew; her dry-cleaner would know. Anyone with a functioning nose would know. Ted would... "Oh, fuck. What the fuck have you done?"

But really, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was what the fuck have I done. Not just the... not just the unspeakably lewd acts she clearly recalled herself performing, either. A lot of things. Things she'd said, comments she'd made; bits of gossip she'd spread here and there... those almost seemed like worse ideas than the events of the flight.

Nor, if the raccoon was honest, was it exactly like it had been traumatic. It had actually been sort of... nice not to have to worry about... about keeping up appearances. And to be good at something -- legitimately good at something, not good because the Green family name carried weight.

"One more lesson," Liam said. "We need to be very clear who you belong to."

There was an engagement ring that claimed to have some meaning. "T-Ted. Ted Watson. I'm C... Caitlyn Watson-Green."

"Try again, please."

"Caitlyn. Watson. Green." But it was a little weaker. It didn't seem to make much sense at all, really, even when she said it.

"No. Try. Again." She opened her mouth to reply, but couldn't. "Don't be stubborn, pet. We can do this the other way, too."

The other way. He could do that... that thing, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, or that... that sound. He could do that and...

He reached for her collar, and she didn't stop him. As soon as he had hold of it, the rush of comforting relief hit her like morphine. She was floating in the handsome mixed-breed's grasp. "Who do you belong to, pet?" he asked her gently.

"You, sir." Caitlyn sighed happily.

"That's right." He rolled her back over, onto her belly. She shut her eyes, enjoying the dance of colors against the closed lids as his paws rolled her skirt back up about her waist and she felt him nudge her legs apart. He bent over her back, purring into the raccoon's ear. "Ask nicely and I'll prove it."

She knew how, of course -- his canine erection was already dragging through the messy ruined fur of her thigh. But even if she knew -- like one knew what was coming at Christmas, or when rewatching a favorite movie -- she felt a tickling excitement. Caitlyn slid back from the seat both to press provocatively into his crotch and to get her feet beneath her. "Please do, sir."

"'Please do' what?" The tip of Liam's cock found her sopping lips and prodded gently.

"Please fuck me, sir. Your pet wants you very badly."

"Does she, then..." He slid in an inch deeper, starting to work her folds apart, and she had a giddy second full of anticipation, wondering what his fat doggy knot would feel like stretching her.

"Y-yes, sir," she insisted breathily. "Oh, yes, sir, please give it to me!"

With a growl he drove his hips forward, all the way to the hilt, stuffing her begging cunt full of hot, heavy dog cock. She loved the feel of him like she hadn't loved anything else -- like he completed her, every veiny ridge gliding over her sloppy-wet, stained folds as though he alone belonged.

He jerked back and then lunged again. Again -- even more forcefully. The dog's pace was rough and hard and ragged -- a brutal, singleminded pounding that slammed her into the seat and left her gasping. Caitlyn had the shocking, jolting feeling that he was not just fucking the raccoon but taking her, using her --

Then the sudden knowledge that she was the only one. She was his pet, after all. His to have in this way -- snarling, hammering into her dripping pussy the knowledge that she was being claimed. The throbbing heat of his prick as he buried himself in his bitch worked far deeper than the soiled raccoon's folds.

It was somewhere else -- tingling in her spine, burning at the very root of her mind. Flaring up behind her closed eyelids. Liam's hips clashed to hers and it knocked her forward into a giddy, swirling tempest of delight. She felt herself grasping at her master's shaft convulsively, reflexively at the height of her pleasure like she was trying to keep him there, where he was supposed to be.

She was wailing, her delicate fingers clenching uselessly at the seat. Caitlyn came back down -- just -- to find the dog's knot pummeling her, demanding entry. This is it. This is what it's like. This is -- a wet slurp and a sudden lurch and that was it, he was filling her. Oh, God, thank you master. Thank you! Thank you for fucking me so good oh fuck don't stop please don't stop ohpleasedon'tstopdon't --

He pulled back. Her pussy lips strained against a bulge that was almost too large to contemplate. But then just when she thought he might break her the dog popped free. And then -- then he forced himself right back against her. She groaned -- he growled -- but he made it, sliding lewdly into the raccoon slut's wet, irrevocably claimed womanhood.

Liam did it a few more times, fucking her with his fat knot -- every time it seated its bulk inside her tender cunt she thought she would scream with the sensation of being so utterly dominated. Nobody else had done that. Not Andy, not Jake -- certainly not Ted, of all people. Just her wonderful, strong master.

The last time he pulled free the effort bordered on painful, and when he shoved against her abused folds she knew, knew they were facing an impossibility. His paws circled her belly, slid up to her chest, and pulled her back against him roughly. Caitlyn stumbled, falling against his chest -- between his hard thrust and her weight being born on his cock there was a long moment... then the pressure yielded, he plunged past that resistance and it was over.

Almost_._

He growled. It was a throaty, primal, predatory sound that flooded her ear. "Good pet," he grunted. "Good pet, taking her master's knot." He worked his hips back and forth an that solid, obscenely thick ball of flesh grated an awareness of how tightly he was locked to her.

"Yes, sir."

"Gonna take the rest now." He thrust -- not that it did much good, but it lifted her up a few inches and dug his pointed tip firmly into her folds. "Gonna take all of me."

"Yes, sir," she gasped as he hitched once more.

"Because you belong -- to me -- pet," he growled, biting at her ear. He humped forward again, sharply. "You're mine." This time his teeth found her scruff. "Mine."

He tugged at her collar and there was a dizzying rush of light as he exploded into her. Liam's cock jumped and twitched and a burst of warmth bloomed and spread deep in her core. She felt him pumping into her, his cum splashing in hot jets... and with him holding her collar she felt it the way he did, too, the gratification of emptying his load in some eager bitch... flooding her spurt by musky, creamy spurt... seeding her with his pups...

She couldn't think anymore. The sensation blindsided her -- her mind was static, filled with a deafening buzz. Even the first few times it tried to clear a warm reminder of her master twitching inside her quivering pussy sent a little flash like heat lightning back into her thoughts. The buzzing grew -- sputtered.

Her mind went white.

When it finally rebooted Caitlyn was settled in the dog's lap. "Th... wh..."

"Hello, pet."

"How... was I... was I asleep?"

"Sorta. Been about five minutes. Or ten."

"Le petite mort," she heard Andy's voice, but was a little too tired to see where it had come from. "That's what they say in French. Guess it was pretty intense, huh girl?"

"Uh..."

"They're gonna have to fluoroscope the damn seat after that workout," Marcus Hartwell said, snorting. "Surprised he didn't fuck you right into the cargo hold."

He. She shut her eyes, and assembled something like a coherent worldview from the thousand squabbling jigsaw pieces that made up her awareness. He was Liam. Liam was some dog -- definitely not the nice, well-bred raccoon whose ring she wore.

At some point she'd turned into a nice, well-bred raccoon herself, though. Liam was definitely still tied to her, and even if she'd wanted to argue that it hadn't really been her idea -- all evidence to the contrary -- the laws of nature kept them bolted.

It wasn't so bad. He filled her quite comfortably, although the canine knot had produced a visible and rather lewd bulge in her even ten minutes after his peak. Even after everything she'd heard about dogs -- the snickering gossip Maria had shared -- the reality of it was a bit surprising. Were they all so big? Or was it just... what did they call it in ferals, 'hybrid vigor'?

Maybe he'll let me find out.

Caitlyn splayed her ears. She didn't know where that thought had come from, and it wasn't appropriate for a girl from a nice family like her. Girls from nice families didn't... well. The flight was proving to be a veritable checklist of all the things girls from nice families didn't do.

Gradually Liam's knot shrank, and finally he managed to pull free -- Maria tossed her a complimentary blanket to deal with the results of the mutt's game effort to knock her up, and it almost was enough.

She dropped into a clean seat and shut her eyes; the colors were gone. "Oh, boy..."

"Learned something, at least," Liam said.

Hadn't she just? "Uh. Yeah."

"Planning on sticking with the collar, pet?"

Caitlyn's fingers touched it gingerly, then fell away. "Might as well, ah... keep up appearances..."

Marcus Hartwell, who had found another seat in the next row, rose when he saw that she'd gotten herself free. "Speaking of that, I've gotta get back to the cockpit. I'd say we need to start our descent, but it looks like we're already well on the way. You might try to clean up a little bit."

"Sure," Maria answered. "My camera's out of memory, anyway."

"Yeah, uh. Speaking of that -- why don't you give it here, Maria?" Marcus asked, holding out his hand to take it. "I mean, not that I think you're plotting anything..."

"Of course not, captain. I'm innocent!"

"Right. So you won't mind giving it here. Besides, credit where credit's due: it was Ted's idea to begin with."

"Yeah," the coyote grinned. "But not any of the rest of it. You think he's getting bored up there?"

Marcus wasn't quite as good at grinning as a trickster, but he made a nice attempt at it. "Maybe. And that could help."

Andy snickered. "Oh, I don't think he's gonna take kindly to seeing it, captain."

"I know he won't. That's the idea."

Maria handed it over. "Worst case scenario, we film a new one. Right, Liam's pet?" The raccoon brushed at her collar, and didn't veto the suggestion.

The one they had might prove to be good enough; who knew? Marcus tugged his jacket down smartly, slipped the camera into his breast pocket, and started off towards the cockpit door. He paused, and looked back. "Fair warning, guys: buckle up. I'd be counting on some unexpected turbulence."