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“Closing time... You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here...." Skye swung her hips while humming under her breath. The quiet acoustics of the empty store echoed her voice quickly back as she quickly went through the closing procedures of the small shop.

Her tail flicked idly with the completion of each of the simple, final tasks that she'd decided to handle on her own- sending the other employees home early for the night once they'd all dissolved into tired, whining versions of themselves that merely gathered around the closing checklist rather than bustle about and finish the things. Within them, Skye breezed through things easier anyways, plus, it never hurt to be nice as a manager and it saved her a lot of the bullshit that the stricter ones received.

“It'll be so nice to get some dinner... steak..." Skye felt her stomach suddenly clench and growl up at her with the mere thought of the steakhouse Nick decided they'd be heading out to after the shift. Typically, if they worked a shift together, they'd finish the night across the street with late night breakfast as they had for the first time months before, but Nick had been off today to finish a giant set of errands for the house, including three hours on the phone with customer service and another two with a technician to install an update gaming set up in their office. So, he decided that he wanted to treat her to a night out after she had to run the store herself without his diligent aid.

Halfway through the shift, Skye had sent him a rant from a hiding spot in the storage room: “Dear Lord! I just got asked if we had a Play 6 yet for someone grandson, then when I said no and steered them to them model the little shit said he had and the newest games, he talked them into buying GTA V. Then, those wonderful grandparents, waited until they were in the line in front of four other customers waiting to pay to ask the rating of the game to which I had to tell them, to which the kid threw a tantrum, to which the person behind them threatened to “take him off their hands," and everyone had such fun! SALES!"

Nick simply replied with: “Dinner reservation set at The Stockyard, you can order extra rare and imagine you're eating annoying customers."

Then, for hours, visions of thick, juicy steaks had been cycling through her head. Especially when she skipped her normal lunch out to race into a store and find a dress for the occassion since she wasn't going to show up in a Gamestop uniform for dinner out!

“What's the occasion, my dear?" Skye looked up to see a smiling sales associate had snuck up to her as she'd been eyeing a pair of slinky evening dresses- one with a more modest neckline and a flare to accentuate her hips and the other with a bandage wrap style all the way down to hug every inch. It was like a decision between one end of the sexy and sophisticated scale to the other.

“Oh! My boyfriend decided we are going out for dinner- I'm just on break. I wanted to snag something quickly to look nice tonight."

“So he's expecting you to show up in uniform and you're going to surprise him?" The associate asked, raising one of her dotted brows with a familiar, canine move before she started to wag a wispy tail. “You've got to go sexier then. He'll never be expecting it. I'll hook you up with some of our newest fragrance too."

Skye, blinking with the suddenness of the decision, simple bobbed her head yes and followed after the leading dog with a sidelong glance along the lingerie section, just long enough to snag a single pair of panties for one display before their hurried to the cosmetic section.

In the final moment of her break, she'd whisked back into Gamestop, ate half a burrito, and slammed a Mountain Dew before entering into the fray of customer service once again.

“I can't wait for some mashed potatoes and- ugh! Really?" Skye had pushed opened the door to the employee bathroom, ready to change into her dress for the night only to find it still, remarkably disgusting. “So someone went home early without cleaning the bathroom.... there goes nice manager for tomorrow!" She thought before shutting the door with a last grimacing glance.

“Guess I'll be getting creative..." She murmured, swinging her eyes around the small space tucked behind the checkout counter before shrugging and heading into the back storage room. “No one's in here anyways." She stretched up as she slipped through the doorward, feeling the tense muscles down her back moan and wince into the relaxing stretch before her fingertip met with the base of the camera situated to capture the backroom and flick off it went.

Then, with a shimmy through the thin space between stacked boxes, she found the largest floor space in the room- a circle akin to an airplane bathroom she hooked two fingers into her smooth, khaki slacks and started to wriggle her wide hips out from their grasp. Little by little, she rolled them down off her long, slender legs to reveal the supple copper and black fur beneath. Quickly following came the day's panties, simple black lace before she lifted out the fresh, new pair of overlapping straps and tied with a box hooked above her tail.

With a short spritz of the new perfume, Skye covered her fur in a thin layer of the warm, faintly musky, but sugary scent. “Mmm.... I smell like a sexy sugar cookie..." She thought to herself with a deep breath before the sudden screaming of the telephone broke her concentration.

She eyed it across the room, situated on the wall back by the door she'd come through in the first place. So, with careful, confidence steps she jumped through the back room on bare feet before landing by the phone and plucking it up. “Hello, you've reached Gamestop, but we're closed right now."

“Hi there!" Crackled the voice through the tinny speaker. “Do you have a game called Battletoads."

All of Skye good natured service response fizzled slightly at the familiar prank call. Her lips tightened into a grim smile, “Oh, sadly, we don't carry Battletoads, btu we will have the NEW Call of Duty game on sale tomorrow! Only from noon to one though, because there's so few in stock and only for tomorrow you won't need parent or guardian permission to buy it! It's such a deal!"

“Holy crap!" She heard, hushed through the line before the line went dead.

“Stupid kids. If they got in here on a Thursday afternoon, they'd be skipping school, plus even if they did, they couldn't get the game anyways. That'll get them in some trouble with mommy and daddy for sure!" She chuckled once with a shake of her head before starting into her same, jumping maneuver to get through the piles of junks and boxers overflowing with cables and controllers still needing to be sorted, but just as she flicked her foot up for the second leap, it hooked into a loop of slender black cording and she toppled over. She rolled, grabbing for her foot and somehow letting another pile of cable circle her. In a flurry of panicked response and spilling boxes, Skye found herself wrapped with the wiring until, she realized with a gasp, a move one way to loosen the cords wrapped up her thighs would tighten the cords circled around her chest and around each heavy boob while to loosen those hugged the cord right against her pussy lips, rubbing through the thin fabric of the new, sexy panties.

“God Damn!" She grunted, twisting and thrashing in an attempt to simply pull the source of the cords down so she could untangle herself that way, but instead it tightened everything further. She could feel the cord pressed flushed to her pussy, right against the thin fabric of her panties, rubbing and teasing her through that minimal barrier.

She groaned with frustration, muttering about “those stupid kids" under her breath even though partway through, her grumbles and complains morphed into faint, pitiful mewls as the cord continued to rub and rub at her mound with every one of her little wriggling attempts at escape.

“I'm stuck!" She grunted finally, admitting her defeat at the hands of the cords before she flailed her tail madly to knock the phone down, keying in a familiar number.

The line rang once. Twice. Then, with a clatter, she heard a soft breath and a faint, “Hello?"

“Nick?"

“Skye? What's up? How's closing going?"

“Not so great. Actually. I need you to come here, as soon as possible. Come to the back room."

Barely fifteen minutes later, Skye heard the shape jangle of keys scuttling into the door's lock before Nick burst into the room with both eyes wide. His dressy jacket flew back over a half tucked shirt while his eyes bugged out with worry. When he looked down to the sight in front of him, he let out a giggling sigh of relief.

“What have you gotten yourself into here?" He asked, chuckling softly under his breath as he took in the sight in front of him. Splayed out against the dingy gray backdrop of the backroom's dull flooring was the bright, lustrous shades of copper that were Skye's fur. Long, thick and constantly thickening in the increasing cold of the winter. Her sharp, red hair spilled out around her face. It was tousled, kinked and gently messy as though she'd let it down from a bun after a long day working. Parting through the waterfall of her locks came the two points of her ears swiveling to pick up his responses, twitching with impatience, but Nick took his time drinking in the sight.

Then came the deep chocolate shade of most of her torso. A rich, full-bodied shade that, even with it's dark tone, still stood out with its sheen against the dull shade of the floor behind her. He could see the cords tangling overtop of her shoulders, looping around her arms from when she'd tried to puzzle her way out from the trap that she'd sprung onto herself, but without success. Instead, she'd simply woven herself into the form of the webbing until the thick cords circled beneath each breast, one looping down between them before it hooked beneath a thigh. He saw it's indent in her panties, rubbing right between her lower lips. A splotch formed on the thin fabric of the meager panties, wetness soaking through from the constant rubbing affection of the cord when she writhed within it's control.

“Come on! Get me out of this!" Skye barked, trying to break the stare he had fixed on her mostly naked form, but she couldn't pull his attention away from the tight grip the cords had around her heavy breasts, hefting them up and tightening around each base so that all the meat of the heavy orbs was forced to jut out from her chest like an offering.

“Now now, don't rush me. This is a good view. I'm just... slowing down to enjoy the slow way?" He teased her, spitting back her own words at her from their drive to dinner the other night, when she'd avoided rush hour by adding on an extra 45 minutes of the 'scenic' route. She scowled at him, both eyebrows ruffling with annoyance at his toying.

“Come on..." She whined, voice hissing slightly. “Just help me."

“Nuh uh uh... Beggars can't be choosers here." He stepped a bit closer, bending to tickle a finger against the soft fur of her calf. “ I love you and I respect you more than anyone else, but I am NOT passing up this prime opportunity here. Sorry!" He chuckled, smirking down at her only to receive a sharp glare in return.

“Look at you... all tied up..." He murmured, slowly crouching down at her feet where he could see cords wrapped up the length of one calf and the thigh of the other leg. On the bottoms of each foot where her dainty paw pads, each one shaped like a tiny heart in the smooth, leathery skin that coated them. His fingertip traced the shape, watching her writhe and thrash in response to the tickling.

“Nick! Stop it!"

“Oh but they are just so cuuuute!" He crooned, complimenting her even as she steamed with annoyance at his neglect to help her out of the tangled mess. Instead, he continued to tickle at the sensitive undersides of her toes and along the arch of her foot until she was giggling despite herself, hissing and swearing amidst the laughter.

“God! Seriously!" Skye cried, glaring at him even as her chest jostled with muffled laughter. Nick looked up, watching her breasts shake against the surface of her chest. He licked over his lips, smirking at the sight of the nude, heavy orbs trapped in their wired cage. He crept up over her, gently feeling her fur tickle at his arms before his fingers groped over each breast, caressing at the perky pink nipples atop each mound before his thumbs hooked into the cords around them. With a little tug, he could jostle the flesh, letting the motion ripple through the soft skin of her tits before they'd settled again and go still in his grasp. Another little tug and they'd dance for him again, a little show.

He bit at his lip, leaning down to plant a soft kiss over top of one nipple. His free hand continued to tug and grope at her flesh as he breathed in the warm scent of perfume sprinkled over her fur and the lingering scent of simply her layered beneath it. He could smell the earthy tones of her arousal building from the constant tease of the cord, especially once he'd started messing with it again from her breast. Each tug up top tightened the grip of the one looped between her legs, forcing it to go flush to her clitoris with only the mere barrier of her panties to halt the rubbing friction.

Skye let out a hot huff of air at the first hint of Nick's fingers, gliding down the smooth expanse of her stomach towards her sex. He paused, hovering just above her sex with two fingers tickling at her waistline. He watched the way her body tensed, writhing against the bonds of the cords holding her in place from the little temptation of his touch. He inched his fingertips lower, relishing in how she subconsciously bucked towards them, even as her lips pressed into a grumpy pout at his neglect.

Nick toyed with the edge of the fabric, cupping his hand over the mound of her sex so he felt the pulsating heat washing off from her. He knew she felt needy. He could see how her toes and legs tensed every few seconds when she clenched around the nothing inside of her, wishing something was there, anything. He could see how breath puffed out through circled lips up at her muzzle, forcing away the building pressure she felt from her rising impatience. He knew the scent of her by now, musky and rich in the air. Plus, the wet splotch on her panties was irrefutable. That cord there, pressing right down the length of her pussy and constantly rubbing through the entire ordeal, had gotten the little panda all worked up, but she wouldn't admit that to him.

“Someone needy?" He whispered, eyeing her pouting expression while a finger pushed the cord into her clit while his opposite hand toyed with the cord at her breast, making sure that it rubbed down her stomach and right between those little pussy lips.

“Nuh uh!" She responded, even as her face flushed with heat.

“No?" He smirked, feeling the wetness on her thin panties starting to soak through into the fur of her thighs, tangling them with the faint traces of her juices.

“Nope!"

“You don't want something inside of you? Something for that pussy to squeeze around?"

“Nope!" She repeated again, voice faintly strained though she even gave a shake of her head.

“Fair enough." Nick smirked, looking down as a finger hooked into her panties and shoved both the cord and the soaked fabric out of the way to expose the hot slit of her pussy, slick with juices that leaked down the length of her sex to the little pucker of her ass. His thumb rubbing into her clit, swollen and needy, while his opposite hand fished his throbbing shaft from his jeans before lining it up not to her aching pussy but to the tight clenching hole of her rump instead before he thrust forward, sinking himself without warning into the squeezing back entrance of her ass.

A sharp, surprising squeak escaped her lips as his first thrust spread her wide, filling her with the sudden girth of his shape before he was pulling back, preparing to repeat it. Her eyes were wide, peering up at him as he flashed a cheeky grin. “You said~"

Her mouth opened to respond, some sassy comment on pre-load, but with his third thrust, hard and deep into her rump the response crumbled into a faint mewl instead as she melded into him. He felt her ass relax, then clutch around him in a vice like grip. He moaned into the air, hearing it reverberate back to him before the higher pitch of Skye's moan joined the chorus as her hips rubbed back into his thrust, jostling her breasts through their bindings.

Nick grabbed onto the cords wrapped around her waist, gripping hard enough his knuckles paired as he used her caged position to yank her body up and against him with the wrapped cords, fucking her with hard, pistoning motions into her clamping ass.

Within a minute, Skye's voice had broken into yipping, squealing moans while her ass jostling back into him, eager and impatient motions of her hips driving him deeper into her.

“Jee... Wish I had that PS Move Controller still... could unwrap one- probably wouldn't sell after that." He commented, chuckling breathlessly only to see a bemused expression flash back to him.

“Some pervert would buy it-"

“Oh yeah-"

“Now hush, and fuck me." Skye snapped up at him with a sharp look, sending Nick into a driving home run while his hips rocked Skye hard into the cool floor and the grip on the cords brought her right back to him until they were both hovering on the edge. Sharp, panting exhales grew into gaspy cries until they both collapses, weakly huffing as their orgasms faded into the silence of the abandoned store.

~

“Madam." Nick murmured, offering a hand as Skye stepped out from the final loop of cord and let the controller it was attached to fall to the floor at her feet. “Those fricken' employees will be organizing all this tomorrow-" She scoffed, catching Nick smirking at her flushed cheeks. “And cleaning the bathroom! In fact, you'll be doing it all!"

“Okay, love. Okay." Nick replied, merely smiling at Skye's playful anger, though he could see the pleased glow in her eyes and he caught her knees wobbling faintly as she spritzed herself with some more perfume to hopelessly try to cover the scent of sex that clung to her.

“Shall we then?" He asked, gesturing to his arm which he held out for Skye, once dressed in the slim bandage dress. “Nice touch, by the way." He added with a small tip of his head, a smug expression of contentedness still spread over his face to which Skye merely scoffed and took his hand. “Feed me, ya beast."

~

“And for the lady, two sirloin cuts, side of mashed potatoes with extra butter, and the deep fried green beans." The plates clattered gently onto the table in front of her. “You sure you can eat all that, little missy? Minute on the lips and all?"

Skye looked up, steak knife in one hand already and a fork in the other as she stretched a grim smile over her lips to flash the point of her fangs. “Test me, boy."

The waiter skittered off, leaving the couple in the quiet corner of the steakhouse alone. The comfortable silence of chewing settled as they sampled the first bites of their food until Skye looked up with a fierce, meat-induced expression. “You know, you're in huge trouble, mister-"

Nick held up both hands. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I promise, if you find me in a similar position ever, I accept the same. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity... and you don't have to either." He breathed in deeply. “If you ever find me like that, you are free to do whatever you want to me."

Skye thought for a beat, chewing a hunk of steak before she lifted her glass in a toast. “Agreed."

~

“Mmm... Pancakes with jello is weird..." Nick mumbled, licking over the top of the strange dish only to feel the cotton of his pillow scraping beneath his tongue before his eyes fluttered open to see the sun pouring in from the window. “A dream. That makes so much more sense now. Wha-?"

He tried to roll over and re-adjust away from the sun, but he found her could roll off from his back. Lifting his cheek up, he looked down to see a controller dangling down from the knot that held his ankle to the bed. He blinked, quickly spotting his bare morning erection jutting into the air impatiently ready for the day and totally exposed.

Before he could grow more confused, the door to the bedroom swung in, revealing Skye within its frame. Her chocolatey fur was covered in a bright, faintly metallic purple suit that clung to the undersides of her breast, barely covering the nipples before it faded down into a netted corset piece attached to matching stockings. Gold heeled boots clicked on the floor before she tipped her head expectantly. Nick blinked, sleep still clinging to his mind as he eyed the golden accessory over her shoulder, an armored plate attached to her bicep and a tight choker collar around her throat.

“Oh. My. God. Ivy Valentine?"

“I've been saving this for just a time like now..." Skye said with a slow smile, slowly starting to strut in, one leg in front of the other so Nick could see her hips sashaying distinctly while his cock throbbed with impatient excitement.

Then, he noticed her hands were tucked behind her back. “What's going on..." He thought, suddenly realizing a nagging sensation in his stomach.

Then, her hands moved forward, showing him the smooth, black form of a controller, topped with the circular, familiar trademark of the PS Move controller and a massive bottle of lube dangling out from the other hand.

Nick's face blanched, all shreds of sleep dropping from his mind.

“For better or worse, babe. This is your fate."