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Lacktail Loved

Lacktail's eyes darted around the small garden attached to the schoolhouse. Moonflowers gazed up at the clear night sky, undeterred by the springtime chill in the air. If only she could be so confident.

Where is he?

Her loins burned and she couldn't help but look around, expecting to find Vernis waiting to catch her out at night and torment her. The wolf had been surprisingly absent lately, perhaps he had gotten bored of her. A mixture of less punishment and the memories of her fling with Tadhg back on the trip had given her newfound desires.

It had taken forever to convince Dullfang to let her loose for tonight, just tonight, but here she was. Her collar still wrapped itself around her neck but this was as close to freedom she had in ages.

Shivering as a slow, cold breeze brushed across the park and rustled the bushes, Lacktail hugged herself tight to keep herself warm.

“Sorry I'm late."

Lacktail's eyes darted over to the fence and saw him. Feilim was stout, muscular, and dressed in a fine leather coat that reached from shoulders to knees. A fur cap was atop his brow, tilted flamboyantly to the side.

Pushing herself up, Lacktail took her place across from Feilim and met his amber-brown eyes. Since the moment she had met him, when he came to the school peddling his wares from far abroad, she had desired him. It had been hard to approach him, to talk with him, knowing how low her position was now since…

No, you've always been Lacktail.

…Knowing how low her position was and he was clearly thriving since the occupation, free to wander the realm in search of wealth and ambition. She was afraid he wouldn't want anything to do with her but finally she had managed to work up the courage and…

But it didn't matter. They were here now, he had accepted her invitation. She had seen his eyes, intrigued by the masked sow's appearance, and knew there was more than just mere curiosity behind his gaze.

Taking a step forward, Lacktail swished up the bottom of her skirt, fanning her scent in the direction of the peddler. His eyes blinked and a smile grew on his lips.

Twirling forward, Lacktail fell backwards against Feilim's chest and looked up at him with a playful smile. Before the peddler could embrace her, Lacktail leaped away, prancing across the park. She could almost feel her tail swaying behind her playfully, despite having lost it over a year ago.

Halting herself, Lacktail squeezed her rear together tightly before spiraling around and flashing a lustful grin back at Feilim. Lacktail stopped after completing a turn and stuck her rear out towards Feilim.

“Been awhile since I've seen this," Feilim chuckled and stepped forward, shoulders swaying. It had been a long time since Lacktail heard someone speak in the badger tongue and not be punished for it. “Too used to seeing folks do things the wolven way."

“You object?" Lacktail peered over her shoulder and blinked.

“Humping rears as foreplay is fun at first but…" Feilim smiled, “...our ways are much more intimate."

Glazing aside at each other's eyes, the two badgers slowly stepped in a circle; left then right, the legs criss-crossing the whole while. Feilim twirled his tail behind him and Lacktail would have done the same if she could. Though she was not in heat, Lacktail's aroused sex released a cocktail of pheromones and the wind carried Feilim's own musky odor towards Lacktail.

Once they had completed a semi-circle, Lacktail turned around, pointing her round rear at the male badger and gyrating her hips. Her butt, already extra large from all the treatment she had been given, wiggled ferociously.

Lacktail had to resist laughing when her cheeks clapped together, the sound echoing through the park. Thankfully, her embarrassed giggle was halted by a sudden warm weight pressing up against her rear and claws gently digging into her side.

Spinning Lacktail around, Feilim pressed his nose against her neck, snuffling heavily. Lacktail let him probe her with his snout, taking in every facet of her scent.

One of Feilim's claws traced itself up Lacktail's spine, ruffling her fur and electrifying her nerves. But it was only when said claw reached her neck and then pricked at the buckle holding her mask in place that Lacktail truly jolted.

“No," she said nervously, brushing Feilim's paw aside and looking away.

“I want to see your face."

Lacktail closed her eyes and remembered back to her time with Tadhg. How he said she was beautiful without so much as a moment's hesitation.

With a sudden burst of confidence, Lacktail reached up and pulled at the belts, unraveling the fastens and letting her mask fall to the ground with a clatter.

Feilin's pupil's immediately dilated and he took a step back. His odor had taken a turn, no longer smelling of erotic musk but of rot and gall. He was disgusted, Lacktail knew that and all she could do was try to hold her heart together while Feilin's mouth quivered and she waited for the words to come out of his mouth that would shatter her.

“I…" Feilin looked to the left and then down at his feet, “...if we…if we had sex and you had cubs…they would be slaves…I can't…that would be wrong."

“I'm not in heat," Lacktail said firmly, though her heart was full of doubt and anguish. There was no happy ending here and deep down she knew it.

“It doesn't matter!" Feilin shut his eyes. “It still can happen, you know that!"

Lacktail's fears were proven wrong in the worst possible way. Feilin did not say she was ugly but his excuses only hurt her more. She knew what he really meant and by softening it, somehow it had hurt even more than the times Vernis had mocked her appearance.

She didn't even realize she had taken off and charged into the streets of the town until a good minute in. The world was a blur, tears burned at her eyes, and her chest was tight.

She had left the mask back in the park, but what did it matter? Better off that everyone saw how ugly she was rather than lie about it.

Collapsing onto the cobblestone ground, Lacktail sobbed. Why had she gotten her hopes up? Why had she been so stupid as to believe she could have gotten a mate?

She should have stayed in her stables, never left…just kept her head down and did whatever Vernis wanted.

A paw pressed down on her shoulder, rough pads rubbing against her fur. Lacktail raised her head and sniffed, catching wind of a wolf behind her.

“Master!" Lacktail spun around, finding Vernis towering before her. The gray wolf had always been taller, but while she was on the ground like this, Lacktail felt like a dwarf.

Vernis' face was inscrutable, neither snarling with rage nor gleefully smiling, imagining up some new torture for Lacktail. His large nose twitched once in Lacktail's direction but other than that he stood still.

“Dullfang," he finally said and reached down, grabbing Lacktail by her wrist. Though Lacktail had combed out the fur to cover the marks, her skin was still obviously chafed from countless times wearing metal cuffs, “talked."

Of course he did. Lacktail felt even more stupid; was this all part of the plan all along? Just another one of Vernis' sick games?

Was Feilin in on it?

Leaning down until Vernis' snout was inches away from Lacktail's face, the wolf's golden eyes burned into hers. Lacktail turned away in fear and Vernis snorted, blowing hot air in her face.

“Disgusting," Vernis growled. “Ugly."

Cupping Lacktail by the chin, Vernis dug his dull claws into her scarred cheeks.

“Mine."

This was all she was worth, Lacktail figured. She was ugly, damaged beyond repair; but at least Vernis wanted her, even if he tormented her.

It's good to be wanted…

Hooking his claw around Lacktail's collar, Vernis turned away from her and pulled her behind him without so much as a word.

Lacktail followed behind dutifully. She had broken the rules, she knew that she was going to be punished, but it was within normal parameters.

There was no chance of rejection from her wolven master. Everything was very predictable and safe.

Even when it hurts.

The streets were empty, hollow. There was no chance of anyone seeing Lacktail being dragged by the collar, forced to stare upon her disfigured visage. The town was simply Vernis' to enjoy with his slave.

At first, Lacktail presumed she was going straight to the stables and this belief was reinforced when she got the scent of manure. Even more so when her home came into view. However, Vernis veered to the side, entering a narrow alleyway between the stables and a storage barn.

They emerged before a small field with overgrown grass. A place for the more long-term equine residents to graze. Trailing around the wooden fence circling it, Vernis's muzzle pointed toward a run-down building made of splintered wood. Lacktail had seen it before but never knew its purpose.

Lacktail's mind flashed, trying to imagine what depraved punishment Vernis had planned, though her imagination failed to think up any unique imagery.

A pair of barn doors stood at the front of the building which Vernis pulled aside, causing them to creak violently.

Small candles rested atop old workbenches and shelves, their flickering light giving the room the appearance of a church or some kind of brothel. Though what lurked in the center was nothing like either location.

An old millstone stood there. Four wooden cross-beams with rusted metal covers jutted out from it. There was no smell of manure, just very old straw which lined the ground, it hadn't been used in quite some time, maybe before the wolves arrived, even.

Releasing his grip on Lacktail's collar, Vernis rubbed his tail along her rear as he moved to one of the workbenches. Lacktail stood still, not even moving her head to look at him, still shocked from her rejection earlier.

After a moment's wait, a paw planted itself on Lacktail's shoulder and Vernis circled around her like a predator. Pinched between his claws was a vial with a red fluid in it.

Lacktail did not resist when Vernis opened her mouth, even cooperating so he didn't have to pry. The fluid ran across her tongue, it was indescribably vile, but Lacktail suppressed her gag reflex, not daring to wish slighting her master now.

Not when she lost her only chance at greater happiness.

An itch grew in her breasts, first small and then grew extremely irritating. Lacktail was about to scratch at it when Vernis took the chance to squeeze them lightly between his paws, a grin finally forming on his muzzle.

Vernis' grip on Lacktail's breast grew tighter, but the wolf did not move his fingers in the slightest. Moaning, Lacktail looked down and saw the outline of her chest, concealed by her brown dress, was gaining a much rounder figure. Her breasts were growing between the wolf's paws.

Clenching her teeth as her nipples were squeezed underneath Vernis's palm pads, Lacktail felt a similar itch growing in her rear and her thighs.

And then came the burning sensation and the smell, Lacktails' very familiar musky odor when she found herself in heat. Her sex grew moist and her head became swimming with intrusive thoughts of Vernis knotting her, filling her up with his semen.

Before she knew it, Lacktail found herself rubbing her thigh up against Vernis' leg. The wolf's eyes went wide and he retracted his right paw sharply from her breast; for a moment Lacktail thought she was going to get slapped. However, the wolf quickly regained his composure and reached downward and up her skirt.

Lacktail moaned as she felt the point of Vernis' claw run along her oozing sex, which had begun to swell just as her breasts had. The wolf quickly moved beyond and only as he pressed his palm against them did Lacktail realize her butt had grown larger as well. The sudden realization of this threw Lacktail off-balance and she nearly fell over but was scooped up by Vernis' powerful grip on her butt.

Vernis leaned in slowly, his burning eyes never taking their gaze away from Lacktail's face. She felt helpless, impossible to even struggle with the gains in her cheeks and sex.

But she also didn't feel like resisting, not even a bit.

She was helpless but also enslaved to the heat burning between her loins.

By the time Vernis's nose brushed up against her ear, Lacktail was practically begging silently for him to take her.

“Dance," he whispered.

Lacktail waited for Vernis to lead, but he did not. In fact, he released his grip on the badger and let her stumble backwards, her new weight in her rear nearly dragging her to the ground again.

When Lacktail regained her footing, she found Vernis had taken a step back and was clapping to a beat she did not recognize. There was only one dance that came to her mind, the very one that she had been rejected for.

But Vernis wouldn't reject her, would he?

Lacktail met his eyes silently, looking up at the taller wolf. It was time to begin.

She took an unsteady step forward, flipping up the skirt of her dress and waving her needy scent toward Vernis, who leaned forward and sniffed and snorted rapidly, devouring her odor like it was a fine meal.

Lacktail felt flattered and blushed as she twirled forward, tripping due to her weight and landing backwards against Vernis' chest. The wolf grabbed her firmly with one paw and pressed his wet nose against her neck, sniffing and licking at her fur passionately while his other massaged at her voluptuous butt. This broke the flow of the intended dance but Lacktail did not mind being held down by the horny wolf.

Eventually, Lacktail was able to slip out, even as Vernis tried to bite at her scruff to hold her down. The badger wobbled away from the wolf and narrowly avoided banging her hip against one of the mill's beams.

She halted, her head spinning a little. With a deep breath, she stomped around in a circle, unable to spin on her feet as she would have before, but still completed a turn with a smile and a show of her rear at Vernis.

Holding up her large breasts with her paws for balance, Lacktail peered over her shoulder at Vernis. The wolf whistled back at her, his approval sending shivers through her spine.

Slowly, Lacktail turned around, her butt wiggling behind her; and took two criss-crossing steps to the right, beginning the semi-circle of the next part of the dance. With a laugh, Vernis took two quick steps to catch up and matched her movement, staring back at her intently, though he did not wag his tail as he was supposed to, having no frame of reference for that step from Lacktail.

After completing the semi-circle, Lacktail spun around and slapped her butt. As her cheeks violently sloshed, they slapped together creating a clap that bounced through the mill.

Lacktail waited for Vernis to pounce atop her, to ravage her violently, but she only heard the wolf quietly pad around the workshop.

Metal rattled and before Lacktail could turn around, she felt something loop around her collar and click.

Vernis pulled a chain over to one of the cross-beams and fastened the other end to it. Spinning around, the wolf rubbed at a large bulge poking at his trousers and pointed at Lacktail with his other paw.

“Work."

A lecherous grin wrapped around Vernis' muzzle and Lacktail waddled over to the beam. She felt like an animal, just a filthy animal but…

She could smell the arousal wafting from Vernis' direction. He was into this in a very powerful way.

I can at least make him happy…

Another two shackles were attached to the beam and wrapped around Lacktail's arms and the moment Vernis released his grip, she began to pull.

The metal chafed at her skin painfully and the mill began to creak loudly, but only budged no more than an inch before Lacktail had to stop and pant.

“Go!" Vernis barked, slapping his paw on Lacktail's rear. “Go!"

Gritting her teeth, Lacktail lurched forward, putting all of her weight behind the chains but the mill failed to grind in any meaningful capacity. She leaned forward, trying to wring out every ounce of strength in her muscles until she fell forward.

Lacktail's breasts cushioned her fall and much to her surprise she heard the sound of gears grinding above her and the slackening of her chains. She looked up, seeing the beam now above her with the chains hanging loosely from them.

Huffing, Lacktail crawled on all fours until she reached the end of the chain's slack. With a grunt, she put her shoulder into the chains as best as she could and after a moment of resistance, managed to set the mill into motion.

Once she had gotten past the first major push, it took less effort to keep on moving but it was no less exhausting. The rough wooden floor and the dried straw was rough on Lacktail's paws and her shoulders and neck ached.

And then there was the heat. Lacktail's sex was dripping onto the ground behind her and it began to make the ground slippery as she doubled back over her path.

But with every circle she made, she got a glimpse of Vernis sitting against the workbench with a smile on his face. His tail wagged behind him and he gently rubbed his crotch with approval.

And part of Lacktail glowed at the sight of his smile now. Seeing his sheer pleasure at admiring her, even when in such a degrading stance, it did strange things to her deep down.

There was no telling how long she milled the stone. The only indication Lacktail had of time passing was every complete circle and the wax candles slowly melting.

Eventually though, fatigue suddenly hit Lacktail. Every muscle in Lacktail's body began to go limp, her steps slowed and the mill only moved with the momentum from the many hours prior and the crunch of the mill began to quiet.

Lacktail's mouth was as dry as sand and she began to pant just before collapsing onto the ground, still moist with her dripping sex fluids.

“Bad slave!" Vernis barked, still as energetic as he had been at the beginning of the night.

Before Lacktail could roll over to face him, an explosion of pain rang out across her skin followed by the crack of a whip. The pain was intense but she did not scream, she was far too tired and the pain was nothing she had not faced before.

Just as the mill had seemed to drag on forever, so did the lash, until it suddenly ceased. Lacktail remained still when the pain had stopped, not daring to move lest she anger Vernis more.

“Clean," he suddenly ordered and Lacktail rolled over. Vernis slammed a bucket onto the ground, soapy water running over the brim onto the ground. “Everything."

Lacktail tried to crawl towards the bucket but the chains held her in place. Vernis snorted and stepped over, slowly unlocking the shackles and freeing Lacktail from the mill.

The moment the last shackle was removed, Vernis reached down and grabbed Lacktail's dress by the shoulders and pulled it up until the last bit of brown fabric was peeled away from her body. Lacktail shivered slightly, hugging herself as a slightly chilly wind swept through the drafty walls and rushing over her fur.

Vernis gave Lacktail a quick kick with his boot and the badger began to scramble towards the bucket, her increased breast weight dragging her down, something she had been able to ignore while on the mill.

Just as while she was on the mill, Vernis watched silently while sitting atop the same workbench, eying Lacktail intently as she washed and scrubbed the floor of the stables.

The filth was old and had already seeped into the boards. Along with Lacktail's exhaustion preventing her from scrubbing in any hasty capacity, the badger quickly realized this would be a futile task, one that she was intended to be punished for failing to perform.

But Lacktail kept on trying. She had no choice but to do her best for the sake of her owner, even with her butt and breasts dragging her down and the aching desire of her sex screaming for relief.

As she crawled away from Vernis and began wiping at another section, she could hear the wolf sniffing deeply from his perch. Perhaps he could no longer ignore the fascinating scent wafting from the badger's sex?

Lacktail noticed this immediately and made sure to position her rear to point in his direction as she continued her work. Not only would Vernis getting horny lessen the chance of an exceptionally cruel punishment, but it would also finally give her the easing she needed after his drug had taken effect.

Lacktail expected this to take a bit of time before it would produce any results, if any at all. As a result she was surprised when she heard a sudden growl followed by claws scratching on the floor.

Yelping, a cold, wet nose pressed itself between Lacktail's rear, her cheeks squeezing tight around Vernis' muzzle out of surprise.

Growling playfully, Vernis forced his way past Lacktail's cheeks and began lapping at her ass with his long, wet tongue. Lacktail was practically paralyzed with lust at this point, collapsing forward onto her breasts and shoulder while her master sampled her ass.

“Ahhhhh!" Lacktail moaned as the tip of Vernis's tongue pressed firmly on her hole for a moment before the wolf began slurping again.

Pausing to sniff, hot air brushing against her rear, Vernis gave her cheeks a quick nip with his teeth, forcing the badger to moan once more.

“Mine," Vernis growled as he ran his tongue along the inside of Lacktail's ass before stopping right where her tail used to be. “Slave."

Those words were enough to make Lacktail's sex clench up and erupt in ecstacy. Her skin flushed and warmth throbbed through her thighs as her vagina spurted. The badger moaned with agonized relief, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, panting.

Vernis's nose ran down Lacktail's cheeks and he gave her swollen sex a sloppy lick. Lacktail's ear twitched as she heard his trousers shifting and she stuck her rear upwards.

Vernis's tapered cock pushed its way past her sex in an instant, forcing Lacktail to grit her teeth and moan in helpless agony. She had been waiting for this all night.

Reaching around her chest, Vernis lifted up the badger from the ground, squeezing his paws around her large tits and rubbing them around like dough. The wolf gave a short howl before mashing her breasts together, creating a symphony of pain and pleasure for Lacktail, who was helpless to resist.

Drool trickled from Vernis' maw and he growled ferociously, leaning down and biting Lacktail across the scruff and taking her like a wolf in heat.

Perhaps it has been the sheer dominant control Vernis inflicted upon her or perhaps she had been just that needy that merely one orgasm wasn't enough for her drug-addled heat. Regardless, Vernis' cock had forced another shudder of pleasure between her loins and Lacktail screamed as her body spasmed with joy.

“No!" Vernis punched Lacktail across the side of her cheek. Pressing his nose up against Lacktail's ear and clamping his fangs down on her shoulder, Vernis growled so deep that it shook Lacktail's bones. “I go first!"

Lacktail was confused, she already came once and her master didn't care. In fact, he seemed pleased enough with her…

No, there's no questioning it…he might get rid of me if I do…

It's good to be wanted…

Better than being alone…

Rejected.

Lacktail licked a drop of blood on her lip and nodded shakily to her master, acknowledging her mistake quietly.

Vernis's tapered cock pierced Lacktail deep within, forcing the badger scream once more in pleasure. Releasing his grip on Lacktail's shoulder, Vernis raised his head and grinned smugly.

“Want cubs?" he growled as the base of his cock began to swell with each thrust.

“If master…" Lacktail whispered, trying not to think of her past tragedies. It was impossible for him to get her pregnant but the memories from times before were shaken up from his fantasy, “...wants."

“Good."

Vernis' knot sealed itself up within Lacktail's sex, tying badger and wolf together. Lacktail had begun today hoping to mate as a badger but now, like many other evenings, she was being mated like a wolf.

A weak, pathetic wolf at that. Reeking of wolven musk and stable grime.

She was lucky to have even this. To be treated like a wolf in any regard by Vernis, even if just as a fucktoy.

Warmth shot through Lacktail's insides, filling her up deep within while Vernis victoriously howled once more. Lacktail came again shortly after, as any normal badger would when submitting to such a powerful wolf. He released his grip on Lacktail's breasts and she fell onto the ground with Vernis collapsing atop her.

Panting with his tongue hanging across Lacktail's scarred back, Vernis laid perfectly still while the last spurts of his cock dripped into Lacktail's vagina and his copial knot slowly began to loosen.

Lacktail didn't bother counting how long it took. She was laying in a puddle of her sexual fluids and old mill grime. She had no right to complain nor even consider her place.

Eventually, Vernis' cock slipped out and the wolf planted his paws on Lacktail's back, pushing her nose first down into the dirt as he righted himself up. One last drop of cum splashed across Lacktail's back before Vernis slapped her on the rear playfully and stepped away with a click of his boots.

“Clean," he ordered.

Vernis said nothing more. He pulled up his trousers and returned to the workbench, perched atop it once more to watch the badger perform an impossible task.

Lacktail woozily crawled over to the bucket and wetted a rag. Her fatigue and aches were stronger than ever before and she was now leaking cum along with her heat's moisture.

She was covered in the same grime that littered the floor, both old and new. She was no different from it all, even if she were able to clean the mill, she wouldn't be able to clean herself up.

I'm filth.

Lacktail only got a few scrubs on the floorboards this time before collapsing onto the ground. Her eyes slowly began to shut and the light faded from the room.

She could have sworn she heard Vernis shouting for her to get up, but it was impossible for her to do so.

She was just dirt on the ground after all.

Lacktail felt like she had been asleep for an eternity, floating in a sea of blackness. No dreams, no thoughts, nothing.

She was not even dirt, just nothing…

And then she remembered passing out in the middle of her chores.

Her eyes flashed open.

Even with her vision blurred, Lacktail could see she was in her same dingy mill as she had been in before.

“Awake?"

Lacktail's fur went on ends and she rolled over onto her side groggily. Vernis was sitting on a stool with his paw outstretched and a soft smile on his muzzle.

Lacktail had seen that smile before, it usually was followed by a punishment or some kind of special bit of cruelty. But at the same time, refusing to go along with his plans would be far worse so…

Carefully, Lacktail reached up and touched his paw. The wolf pulled her arm up, grabbing her shoulder with his other paw and helping her to her feet.

“There," Vernis whispered and leaned in forward, nuzzling Lacktail's cheek with his nose.

Vernis held Lacktail close to him, staring down at her with his eyes. Though they still burned with the same usual intensity when he wished to express his dominance, there was something different about them that Lacktail couldn't quite understand.

“Here," Vernis reached behind onto one of the workbenches and pulled something off of it, “yours."

Looking down, Lacktail saw the cloth mask she had worn for so long. Despite having been left in the dirt, it was wiped clean and polished to a shine, carrying a soft scent of pine with it now.

Cupping it, Lacktail found herself bringing it to her face, covering up her wounds once more. Vernis helped tie it behind her head. The tunnel vision it provided was oddly comforting, it was Lacktail's norm at this point.

Just as her being owned by Vernis was.

Lacktail hadn't noticed that Vernis had been carrying her dress as well, its dark brown blending into the dim light of the mill well, not until he began helping her into it. Her breasts and rear were still larger than normal, and though her heat had begun to dim somewhat, her sex still ached and every touch Vernis graced her with, every breath of air from his nose brushing across her fur, all served to make her aroused once more.

“Insatiable," Vernis said after sniffing, catching wind of her scent. He reached down and dug his claws into her rear, squishing it around like dough. “You like?"

Lacktail moaned, air slowly escaping her lungs, “Yes…"

Vernis's nose twitched and he hooked his claw around Lacktail's collar, “Come."

The wolf was still smiling. Usually by now he would have revealed some new cruelty to Lacktail and the badger was more concerned now than ever.

Though her loins were still burning with curiosity, a sensation she could not repress despite how much she wanted to.

Pushing open the door, Lacktail found that the earliest cracks of morning light had already come, bathing the stable yards in a dull orange. It would be time for her normal chores now and Lacktail didn't feel rested at all.

Vernis' tail wagged giddily as he pulled her across the yard. Lacktail stumbled a few times, her sagging rear and breasts weighing her down like sandbags.

Lacktail's foot caught itself on a rock and she fell forward. Vernis spun around and caught her in his arms, holding her against his chest for a moment while looking down at her with a smile.

Once again helping Lacktail to her feet, Vernis gave a quick tug on her collar but then removed his grip and stepped forward. Lacktail followed just as quickly as she would have with him forcing her, even with the extra weight making her struggle.

Vernis turned around the stable walls and Lacktail took a moment to rest against the wall, panting, before carrying on. She found Vernis waiting towards the open doors of the stable, his tail wagging happily.

Stunned, Lacktail stood there for a moment before Vernis motioned inside the stable. She had been convinced she'd have to do her chores immediately, but the wolf was insisting she go back to her cell.

The stables smelled as just as they did before, of the usual filth, but there was a hint of something strange along with it. Lacktail sniffed at the air, unable to tell what it was, not until she entered her stall.

A wooden tub was in her cell now where her normal sleeping boards would be. It was piled to the brim with soft, fresh straw and a couple of fresh wildflowers were spread among the top, providing the floral scent Lacktail detected.

Lacktail's heart began to pound. What was going on? What was Vernis doing?

Before Lacktail could spin around, Vernis pressed himself up against her and pinned her against the stall's wall. His wet nose pressed up against her neck and snuffled gently.

“Sexy badger," he growled, squeezing her ample rear once more. “My sexy badger."

I'm his…

Vernis practically carried Lacktail over to the tub and dropped her in. The badger landed on her breast and the straw felt as soft as it had looked.

“Punishment, then rest," Vernis whispered before slapping her on the rear firmly, but not painfully. “Count."

“O-one."

Vernis slapped her again on the butt, just enough to hurt slightly but in a strange way Lacktail enjoyed it.

“Two!" Lacktail yelped.

Learning forward, Vernis gave Lacktail a quick lick on the nape before bringing his paw down again.

“Three!"

Lacktail was breathless after that last gasp but the wolf slapped her once more.

“Four!"

The next slap came quickly after.

“Five!"

“Done," Vernis announced.

With Vernis' help, Lacktail rolled onto her back, nestled softly in the straw. The wolf started down at her, still smiling softly.

“Mine," Vernis whispered, “love."

That word made Lacktail's heart beat like a galloping horse's hooves. After everything she had been through, she didn't know what to think of it.

But she could not deny the shameful happiness she felt.

It made her feel good.

But also humiliated.

Leaning forward, Vernis lifted the mask away from Lacktail's face and lapped at the badger's lips before pressing his against hers. Their noses squished together as Vernis' tongue probed the badger's mouth.

A sudden flash of heat ran through Lacktail's loins. Her groans were muffled by Vernis' tongue but the smell of her ejaculation could not be hidden.

Releasing his lips from Lacktail's and pulling the mask back down across her face and peering down at his badger, Vernis chuckled.

“Filthy whore," Vernis poked forward and gave Lacktail a quick kiss on the lip, “my whore."

Brushing his tail along the length of Lacktail's chest, he stepped towards the exit of the stall and peered over his shoulder.

“Rest," he ordered. “Love."

Vernis' eyes didn't break from staring at Lacktail, not until the stall was closed behind him and he left the stables.

Lacktail's heart was fluttering rapidly. Just a moment ago she felt like dirt and now she felt treasured, even if as a possession.

She knew it was wrong but after her rejection and Vernis' attention…

I'm just a filthy whore after all…

The thought repeated in her head as she nestled in the straw, quickly drifting off to sleep once more.