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Ami was bent over the kitchen sink, staring out of the window at the cold world outside. By now, the first frost had already come, making the already uninviting city of wolves even less pleasant to inhabit. But still, there was something beautiful about the cold stillness outside. It was reassuring, in a way, to know that she could, if she wanted, simply go out there naked and freeze solid, never having to bother with doing any of this again. No more clients, no more anxiety about being homeless, and no more having to worry about anything at all.

That gloomy train of thought was interrupted after her latest wolf thrust deep into her, hard enough to lift her feet from the floor, leaving her dangling half in the air – supported by his rough grip on her hips – and at the perfect height of the wolf's cock. He was an older wolf. Tony, if Ami remembered correctly, and a repeat customer. One of the ones who actually did pay her, which not everyone did, and she couldn't force them to. Not that it meant anything. There was still no affection between the two, even if he was a little less rough than others. Others like Alex.

Tony shoved her further onto the counter, and then grasped her heavy, pierced breasts. He squeezed them with that possessive roughness, the kind of touch you got when someone believed they owned you. And for a few hours, she supposed, the clients did own her. They paid for her, at least, and as such, even if what they did was sometimes painful, she couldn't complain. At least her thick fur hid most bruises.

She had also begun to enjoy some of that roughness. It was kind of an escape from the woes of her new everyday life. The pain disrupted her regular thoughts, making it hard to worry about anything. Not that it compared to the pleasure. As much as she, most of the time, didn't consciously enjoy her new career, she couldn't stop her body from feeling pleasure regardless. It was, after all, made to do that. Her “sinful" curvy body, squeezing so eagerly around every wolf as they mounted and fucked her.

She was moaning, too. Mewling and whimpering to the rhythm of the wolf's staccato thrusts that left her breasts bouncing in his hands. There was no point in denying herself that brief, perverted respite. Getting fucked always felt good, and it was the one upside of this job. The one thing that kept her going. Another little moan escaped her lips as Tony's cock stabbed into her sharply, his swelling knot slamming against her soaking wet lips. Yeah, it felt good. Ami's toes curled in anticipation of the upcoming orgasm as she kept staring, vacantly, out of the window. In the throes of pleasure, her thoughts drifted to all the other things that had happened – and all the other cocks she had taken in an endless cavalcade of carnal acts and positions – since that fateful day when she first met Alex.

---

After that night with Alex, he had just used her again in the morning. In her formerly comfortable beanbag. Ami hadn't done anything to resist as Alex thrust back into her cum-soaked cunt, completely uncaring – as always – about her pleasure. But by that point she had already been so addled by the lack of sleep and an entire night of unwanted pleasure and pain that she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being taken without even being asked. The violation itself had become a kind of kink for her, and much to the horror of whatever part of her remained conscious of what was really happening, she moaned out in pleasure as Alex defiled her one last time.

What did anything matter, but his cock and the pleasure it could bring? Ami buried her face in her formerly safe and comfortable beanbag and instinctively pushed her ass higher up, and back against Alex's thrusts. She embraced it once more, letting the jolts and waves of pleasure wash out the gnawing anxiety in her mind. She was somehow crying and moaning with pleasure at once, with Alex laughing at what a mess she was. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, her pussy was raw and swollen, but really, it was her mind that had taken the brunt of the damage.

Ami thrusted back harder, and Alex's grip on her ass tightened as he pounded into her, rough and quick, and yet with seemingly boundless endurance. He had emptied his balls several times during the night, after all, so he was in no hurry to get off again. Eventually he would, of course, as Ami's tight cunt kept milking him, but it'd take a while. A long while to enjoy using the Maine Coon's body one last time.

One last time for today, that was. He had already made some plans for the future after the poor hybrid cat had been broken a little further. A week or two of being fucked by strangers should do it for the grand finale that Alex had in mind. But he wasn't about to tell her any of it.

Her ass felt sore where Alex's fingers dug in, and her sex even more so. Ami felt like an object rather than a person; she was a toy for the wolf to casually use. Her pussy had become merely a hole to play with, bereft of any intimacy. While this last act ruined the comfort of her bean bag, more than anything it ruined Ami's entirely conceptualization of herself. She didn't deserve any safety or comfort because she wasn't a person. Just an object to be used for lust.

And realizing that, she came hard. Possibly the hardest she had that entire night, hard enough for her juices to splash Alex's crotch as she squirted, which she could never remember doing before. The sound she made was something between a weak howl and a yowl, true to her heritage, and her rhythmic clenching made Alex grunt with pleasure, too.

“Yeah, that's right," he growled. “It's much easier when you accept the truth, isn't it? That you're just a worthless hybrid slut."

He didn't stop fucking her. If anything, he rutted into the defenselessly cumming cat even harder, until his entire knot once more hammered at her bruised lips, and then slipped inside – and out. She had loosened up enough that Alex fucked her with his entire length, knot at all, and the feeling was so rough and brutal, yet pleasurable, that it left Ami screaming with senseless pleasure, helpless to do anything but cum her brains out, and finally, for the first time after that night, in the early hours of the morning, completely forget about how awful her situation really was. And all Alex replied with was cruel laugh, focusing instead on enjoying her contractions around his whole cock.

But with that level of stimulation, the young wolf didn't last long, no matter how drained he was. Feeling the pressure in his balls rise again, Alex slammed himself deep into Ami's battered body and filled her, this time for the actual last time for now. Ami didn't really remember what time it even was. Her head, after the orgasm, felt so pleasantly empty. Almost as if there was nothing left of her. She wasn't gone yet, but well on her way at least, as she received the last few, watery spurts of Alex's cum, delivered directly into her womb through her relaxed cervix.

“Hey, look on the bright side. I'll definitely recommend your services to some friends," Alex laughed once he pulled out, using Ami's tail to wipe himself clean, and as if on afterthought, pulled out his phone to snap a photo of Ami in her rather messy state. By the time he actually left, Ami was already fast asleep, after every ounce of energy had been fucked out of her.

It was better than being homeless, wasn't it?

---

Alex had been the first. Her second had been a shy, grey wolf a little older than him. The kind who was probably too shy and too low on the totem pole to find a proper mate among wolves, or even purebloods of other species. Ami remembered her heart beating at a machinegun pace as she opened the door, a few days after her first encounter, fully expecting to get brutalized again, and yet, having no choice because she had no money.

To her surprise, the wolf was relatively polite. He paid, and then asked to fuck the hybrid from behind as was traditional with most wolves. Ami, quivering with fear, obliged and got on her worn mattress, pulling down her second set of sexy panties quickly so that her newest lover wouldn't tear them once he was deep enough in a frenzy of lust.

He didn't say much. Ami wondered if he even saw her as a person, or simply a rental fucksleeve. She felt much more like the latter, still, even several days after Alex had broken her spirit the first time. And maybe that was alright. She didn't really enjoy it, but feeling like an object made it easier. This wolf didn't ask her to say anything, either, as he got into position behind her, panting with need at the sight of her hybrid pussy bared for him.

It was ironic that they all wanted to fuck her while simultaneously valuing her existence as less than nothing, but irony didn't mean anything if nobody cared. And so, she moaned anyway as the wolf's cock slowly pushed into her, the tapered tip spreading her open and the shaft providing something for her inner muscles to squeeze around.

Ami realized that she hadn't even asked for a condom. But what was the point, anyway? She had taken so much cum recently that if something was going to happen, it already had. The cat simply refused to let herself consider that any further.

For all his shyness, the wolf still growled with pleasure as he thrust deep into Ami, just as rough in those motions as Alex had been, but less cruel, and that was enough for her. Her tightness had mostly returned since that first encounter, and almost immediately she felt her lover throb in response to the vice-like squeezing of her pussy. A squirt of precum slickened up the penetration further, thankfully reducing the rough friction.

And then he started fucking her properly. He was clumsy but energetic, evidently happy to simply get to enjoy a female's body, even if it was a lowly hybrid that he paid for. Just as Ami had known he would, he got a little more frenzied like all wolf males as his pleasure, scratching over her body and squeezing a little too tightly at every exposed part of her, including, of course, her swinging breasts.

Sometimes, she really hated how big she was. But then again, if her enormous tits were what kept her off the street, so be it.

That wolf was far too new and amateurish a lover to really have a chance to bring Ami to orgasm, especially with her body still rather sore after Alex's treatment of her_._ Her pleasure wasn't the point, though, and she still moaned to stroke his ego while, deep inside, lamenting the things she was forced to do to survive.

He came rather quickly, slamming his knot into her in one swift jab – that sensation of being stretched wide open made her let out the first genuinely pleasured moan of the day – and came, throbbing inside her like all males did as he soiled her insides with his lupine cum. He had a lot to give, too, perhaps having been a pent-up virgin until he paid for release. At least, Ami thought, he might remember her. That was something to hang on to.

After cumming, he waited inside her until his knot deflated, never saying a word as he slowly caught his breath again. Then, with a painful yank, he pulled himself free, pulled his pants up, and left sheepishly.

Thankfully, most of her customers were more or less like that. They used her, they paid, and then they left, any care for her they might've had gone with the cum they pumped into her hybrid pussy. Most. But then there were the other ones.

---

Another lover Ami remembered was a second grey wolf. This one was much older and bigger than the first. Not quite as big as Alex, but definitely more experienced, and he told exactly what he wanted: to choke her until she passed out while he fucked her.

“I've done it many times," he stated, matter-of-factly. “No real risk. I'm an EMT, so- well, I won't go too far, and if I do, I know how bring you back."

As insane as the offer was, Ami couldn't afford to decline, and as such she obediently stripped, except for her lacy bra – the last sexy pair she owned, and the wolf wanted her to keep wearing – before laying back on her dirty little mattress and spreading her legs for him. He wasted no time, nor effort. The sex was clearly secondary to him; though he was hard as he pushed his cock into Ami's well-used snatch, he didn't really show any signs of actual pleasure before he, after a few tentative thrusts, locked his hands around Amy's throat and squeezed.

An instinctive panic shot through her, and how could it not? She was suddenly unable to breathe at all. But the fear made every muscle in her body clench, and that meant her pussy, too. The wolf growled with satisfaction as he tightened his grip on her neck and throat. She felt herself fading quickly, but in a sick way it made the experience better. Ami shuddered, squirming, the cruel look in the wolf's pleasure-lidded eyes telling her that he wasn't going to let her go at all as he fucked her mercilessly, even harder than Alex had, pinning her into the mattress by her throat and driving into her defenseless pussy hard enough to rock the entire mattress.

But there was a comfort to that, too, to the lack of vital oxygen. It seemed to enhance every sensation in her body. The brutish fucking felt more intense, more pleasurable as her vision began to narrow and darken. She couldn't moan with the wolf squeezing her windpipe, but Ami knew she would've, had she been able to. It felt like fireworks were going off both in her head and her wet, needy pussy. As if her body was trying to distract her from the fear of death at the hands of only her third client.

Sparks flitted across the corners of her dimming sight. Soon the wolf looked distant, as if she was looking at him through a long tunnel, a paper straw, or a pair of binoculars turned backwards. She felt an orgasm rush through her body just at the last second, and tears blurred the darkening vision even further, but it felt heavenly, like a light at the end of the tunnel, some last beautiful, even ecstatic spasms of pleasure to help her on her way, the wolf her unwanted psychopomp to guide her into whatever afterlife awaited.

But then, just as pleasure was giving way to pure black numbness, the wolf let go of her throat. He drove his knot into her pussy and howled with pleasure, and Ami felt that familiar throb-throb-throb rhythm deep in her core once again, the tell-tale sign of a male orgasming. While Ami wheezed for breath, he emptied himself inside her just like the others had, with his virile and very masculine heat filling her sex to the brim, even leaving her belly feeling warm.

Her neck hurt. She'd probably have more painful bruises, but at least nobody would see them. Once again, the absurdity of what she was forced to do to survive threatened to really sink in, but Ami was at least somewhat protected by the dazed feeling of her mind still struggling to recover from the lack of oxygen.

“Might have to drop by more often," the wolf rumbled, clearly pleased with his 'purchase'. He leisurely thrust a little deeper into Ami, grinding against her to really feel her around his knot. “Always good to have playthings that you don't have to be gentle with."

Ami wasn't sure if the wolf meant that as in things he had paid for, or worthless hybrids like the other wolves might say, but she wasn't about to ask, either. She laid there obediently until she was fully aware of the world around her again, by which time the wolf had already yanked his knot out, leaving the already stained mattress even dirtier and stickier with his seed. This was the life she had chosen with her stubbornness, Ami sighed to herself, though careful not to let any of that dislike show. At least she had cum, that was more than she'd be able to say for most of her customers.

And she did get more customers, of course, over that first week. Bachelor parties, friend groups, any male who didn't care much about what hole he fucked as he long as he got to fuck something. All of her holes got used, and a lot of the customers took photos, too. At that point, Ami was beyond really caring about what was done to her. It wasn't as if she had a reputation in this place anyway, so what did it matter if someone had photos of her face glazed with cum, of her pussy raw and dripping, or her ass freshly violated and soaked with sperm?

It hurt her ego, of course. But she didn't much care about that anymore. And to some degree, as it had been done before, constantly getting fucked did, at least, banish the fears and anxieties that were constantly plaguing her. It was hard to think with cocks in all three of her holes at once, ravaging her curvy form, with the cocks' owners tearing off all her clothes.

Yeah, they kept doing that. Wolves were destructive in the throes of passion. By now, Ami only had one nice set of clothes left, and she couldn't afford more while saving up for rent. Thus, she did the only reasonable thing and began to answer the door naked, despite the cold draft. The cold air, at least, always made her nipples perky, and the men seemed to enjoy a woman who didn't waste time covering herself. Especially one of her socioeconomic status, it seemed.

It was completely naked that she had her first foursome. Three wolves knocked on her door, and soon enough they were bouncing her in their laps. One, painfully, buried in her ass, one in her increasingly experienced pussy, and the third in her mouth, ensuring that she was completely full. Ami couldn't even remember if those three wolves had paid her at all, but she remembered their vigorous rutting well enough. The one in her mouth had cum first, and that was the first time that the Maine Coon got a proper taste of wolf-cum besides a few wet fingers. He flooded her mouth with spurt after spurt, and to Ami's surprise – her humiliating surprise – she had apparently learned to like the slimy, bitter taste. She swallowed all of his seed down easily, not spilling a drop even despite the copious output of his heavy, slowly pulsating balls.

Then, the two buried inside her followed suit. It was a strange sensation to have a cock in both her ass and her pussy, and doubly so when they both throbbed at once, with the wolves they belonged to growling and snarling with pleasure. They filled her, naturally, with more and more of their seed, the only thing that these people thought worthwhile about her. The youthful and horny enthusiasm was then quickly replaced by disinterested cruelty, and she was once again left on her dirty mattress, leaking. By now, the feeling of someone's cum oozing from her was an almost constant occurrence. It had become the new normal, and Ami didn't even care that it was happening. Better the cum leak out, even if it stained her already cum-matted thighs, than to remain inside her and risk knocking her up, right? She hadn't had any symptoms of a pregnancy yet, and that made the idea easy to disregard.

And so it went for some days that all seemed to blur together. Her ass was rarely used by her customers, with most of them strongly preferring her pussy or mouth, but all that meant was that it was more painful when someone did want anal sex. Ami took to wearing a buttplug that one of her customers had given her, to ensure that she was at least somewhat ready for it, and it became a part of her uniform. Or lack thereof.

In a way, walking around naked was a blessing. Her landlord even liked it enough that he raised the temperature in her apartment a degree or two, for free, because it meant he had eye candy to stare at every time he collected her already too high rent. Ami, at that point, was defeated enough that she didn't mind. Other than orgasms, there was nothing really left in her life that made her happy, except for the eventual promise of… what, exactly? It wasn't as if life in this city was going to be much better no matter how much money she made, or how popular her pussy got.

But things could always get worse.

---

It was some two and a half weeks later that she first met Tony. He was a wolf old enough that the black fur around his muzzle had begun to grow grey. He was also Alex's father, but he didn't bother mentioning that, just like Alex himself hadn't mentioned the fact that Tony was Ami's father, too. Tony himself didn't know, which perhaps played a part in how eager he was to fuck the hybrid cat.

“Yeah, Alex recommended you. Says you're like the tightest fuck he's ever had. Now me, I don't care that much, you know. If all you care 'bout is tightness, you might as well just fuck them in the ass," he chuckled. He had the same cruel attitude as all of the wolves, but at least in his case, it had been tempered by age. Maybe there was some kind of understanding that brutality didn't make the sex any better, or maybe Alex had inherited the cruel side from his mother, instead.

Not that he was gentle, far from it.

“Right. Let's start with a blowjob. No, scratch that. I want to fuck your face. Down on your knees," he ordered her, and the half-broken Maine Coon obeyed without thinking about it much, opening her mouth as she sank down on her knees on the cold, hard floor.

Tony – who she couldn't possibly have known was her father, despite the oddly familiar musk – wasted no time in driving his cock into his daughter's mouth, groaning happily as he unwittingly committed incest. He was thick enough to force Ami to really open her mouth wide, but at least he felt warm against her lips, and soon she was dutifully licking his cock as he quickly swelled up to full hardness. When he did, he began to thrust.

He was slow at first, taking his time to enjoy the hybrid slut and the warm wetness of her mouth, but it was obvious enough that she wasn't very experienced yet. As such, Tony suddenly grabbed the back of her head.

“Take a deep breath," he advised her. Then he thrust, roughly, as deep into Ami's throat as his long cock could reach.

Ami instantly chocked on his cock. She hadn't ever had one in her throat before, but it was just another hole to the wolves, and she was nothing but their set of holes to use, so the cat fought back the tears of humiliation once again and focused on not gagging as Tony began to properly facefuck her. With every thrust, her nose pushed into his public bush, and there it was again. That strangely familiar musk. Maybe a happier, more clear-headed Ami would've been able to pinpoint why this older male seemed so familiar, but right now, all of her attention went into not throwing up as he plundered her throat.

She'd be sore tomorrow, but she was always sore, these days. Ami swallowed hard around the wolf's cock, making her throat clench the rigid shaft, and was rewarded by a pleasured growl and his grip on her head tightening as he intensified his thrusting.

“Rrf, holy fuck," Tony grunted. “This is why we need sluts like you, your throat's fucking amazing. And a pure wolf would never let m- f- fuck, I'm- I'm close, get ready for your snack," he continued, his thrusts quickly growing rougher and more erratic.

She barely had time to react, and besides, there was nothing Ami could do anyway as she suddenly felt Tony's lupine cock swell and jerk deep in her throat. She felt the cum rushing down his shaft, but it ended up directly in her belly; she didn't even have to swallow. There was something so deeply degrading about the sensation, having her mouth and throat used as if they were just another pussy. But the time for crying had passed weeks ago. Now, all she could do was accept every drop that Tony pumped down her throat and into her belly.

“Ooh, yeah. That's the stuff. You need some practice with blowjobs, but I've got faith in you, kid," the wolf chuckled. “You'll be a real professional slut soon enough."

Ami wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. Well, there was the instinctive pride of having the superior species compliment her like that, of course. She had quickly internalized that she was actually lesser than the wolves that inhabited the city, owing to her inferior hybrid genes.

“Maybe I'll knot your mouth next time," Tony chuckled, pulling his cock out of Ami's throat. “Just gonna need to a minute to recover. Stamina ain't what it used to be."

He sat down and watch Ami gasp for breath, drool and some wasted cum dripping from the corners of her mouth. Then, he brought out his phone. “Gotta say, I'm surprised you're staying here. You really enjoy the degradation that much?"

Ami shook her head. “I just have to earn enough money to-"

“Yeah, yeah. Sure you do. You could just leave, you know. You're doing all of this to yourself," Tony laughed. “I mean, look here. Would you do this if you weren't into it?"

He turned the phone around and showed Ami's personals ad to herself. It turned out that she wasn't the only one who could upload photos to it, and that was exactly what her many clients had been doing. At least half of them had taken photos of their handiwork, and there Ami was, forced to look at herself deeply fuck-drunk, with absent-minded and glazed-over expressions looking as if she weren't there at all. Unlike her carefully considered original photo that didn't show her face, her customers had no such compunctions.

Not just her face. All the photos also featured cum all over her. Some with her pussy spread open and leaking globs of it, and herself with a pleasured expression that she couldn't even remember making. In one, a customer's hands were forcing her cunt open to make her leak more, and she didn't look like she minded. In another, her pierced tongue was lolling out with her mouth full of cum and her face splattered with it, and she couldn't remember that either.

How long had she even been here? Ami felt sting of something she didn't want to think about. The constant use and abuse were making her lose track of time, weren't they?

Yet more photos featured her entire body glazed with spilled loads of seed. Coated with it, matted with it, from her pierced nipples all the way to her relaxed and puffy slit leaking even more of it. And again, Ami couldn't remember when that'd even happened. The students, maybe? She closed her eyes, unable to keep looking. Being forced to confront what she had become hurt, even if she had resigned herself to just being a pleasure-toy for the wolves. There was a reason she never checked that ad, and equally, a reason Tony was showing it to her now. He was more mellow than the others, but that didn't do much to hide the cruel streak that all lupines here seemed to possess.

“So, you're saying you didn't want all that done to you?" he asked. “You know, never mind, as long as you're in denial anyway, I'll go ahead and keep taking what I paid for. Spread those legs."

Ami didn't even think of disobeying, and in a second or two, Tony was between her legs, grinding his cock against her snatch. He was rock hard again, maybe from looking at those pictures of her. And still, he had no idea they were related, as father and daughter. Maybe he never would. Not that it'd really change anything, with how attractive he found the young hybrid.

Attractive but worthless. Ami whimpered as his cock slid effortlessly into her well-lubricated pussy, soaked not only with her own juices but the cum of previous clients. The mess was expected, really. It was natural for someone like her. Tony set to fucking her without missing a beat, his hips quickly working up a sharp, angled rhythm that bore a certain expertise that her previous lovers had failed to manifest. That expertise of his cock grinding against secret pleasure-spots inside her had her quickly moaning with genuine pleasure. As much as the older wolf enjoyed degrading her, he enjoyed forcing pleasure upon her even more, utterly dominating her entire form.

And he was good at it. Good enough that there wasn't much Ami could do except moan. Nothing she could do except surrender, and so, surrender she did as her father used her like a fucksleeve, making her pussy his. As much as it could belong to anyone, at that point.

“Rrf. God, your mom must've been one curvy bitch for you to have tits like this," Tony chuckled as his thrusts began to once again bounce Ami's heavy breasts. “Question is just if you got them pierced before you came here, or later, just to make others hornier."

She didn't respond, and he kept fucking her harder, pinning her into the mattress by her shoulders as he did. And yet, for all the roughness, her body welcomed him like a lover. At this point, she was all but conditioned to accept everything they did to her, the hybrid's mind hanging on by a mere thread. But at least there was pleasure, she thought, as another moan escaped her lungs. At least there was pleasure.

“That's it. Mm, it's like you were made for this. I wonder who your… nngh, who your fucking mother was?" he grunted, unaware that it was her father who was wolf as he raced towards another climax, his heavy balls preparing to flood his daughter's womb with incestuous cum, as they had done to so many women before her. What they didn't know made no difference to either of them.

“Gonna cum for daddy, slut?" he goaded her.

Ami was, of course, unable not to cum with his cock jabbing into her g-spot over and over again. When it didn't happen instantly, his hands and the rough digits on them quickly found her clit and pinched it. The sting of pleasure-mixed pain was more than enough to push her over the edge instantly with an equally mixed, high-pitched moan, and then a mewl as she began to instinctively milk Tony's cock as she came, physically begging for his cum the way every orgasming woman did.

By now, Ami was intimately familiar with the male orgasm. First, they swelled a little bigger and harder yet. Then, the owner, if they wanted to, would painfully ram their knot into her. That was followed by a dry throb, and then a wet, inseminating throb, and that went on until they had spent all the cum they had to spend. Not a single one had shown any concern about potentially knocking her up, and rather than pulling out, chose to simply cum as deep inside her as possible. It probably felt better, and wolves deserved to feel good, unlike her.

Tony took the good feelings he wanted when he came, only a moment later. He didn't tie with her, which meant that he still wanted to do something else after this. The thought made Ami want to cry, but these days, she didn't. It'd take something truly extraordinary to really make the tears come, she thought, as the wolf painted her cervix a warm, creamy white, and then held himself inside her for a little longer.

He kept his half-limp dick inside Ami until both of their orgasms had faded, and then a little longer yet until he began to get hard again from simply feeling her around him.

“Well, goddamn. You really are pretty damn tight," Tony huffed as he pulled out again. “So, I guess we gotta try your ass, too. Especially since you got it all prepared for me!"

With a swift yank that made Ami wince, he pulled out the buttplug and set it aside, leaving Ami's ass gently gaping.

“See, this, this is the kind of stuff a respectable wolf would never do," Tony grinned. “Roll over for me, slut."

Ami did so. I'm just a toy. A doll. Then, without warning, he pulled out, and back in, spreading Ami open in the most painful way. Sure, the buttplug keeping her spread helped, but Tony was much bigger than a plug, and there it was again, that sharp pain of being claimed. It was still better than the emotional ache of what she was going through, at least. Ami groaned, and Tony grunted with satisfaction, his black-furred fingers and their claws digging into Ami's once clean and well-groomed rump.

She squealed when Tony began to thrust. Like always, it hurt at first, but by now the wolf was too taken by his fucklust to even slow down, intent on dominating the helpless cat beneath him. And Ami, too, could feel pleasure building, much to her surprise. Maybe it was the degradation of him being lubed only with her own juices. Or maybe it was the roughness itself, the pain starting to register as pleasure in her mind. Maybe the hybrid just enjoyed having her ass fucked. It didn't matter, but she was feeling it, the familiar inner tension that preceded an orgasm coiling up in her lower belly again, her ass clenching tightly around Tony's thick cock, hugging it as if her body never wanted to let him go.

And she wouldn't let him go. Not before he filled her guts with his warm, plentiful seed, too. Tony yanked on her tail painfully to pull her even closer.

“Come on, thrust back. Show me how much you love getting your ass fucked," he growled. His knot pushed against her pucker. Having that swollen bulb shoved into her tight and surprisingly inexperienced ass would hurt, but Ami was fine with the pain, now. Pain that she felt meant that someone else was feeling good. And so, she welcomed it, clenching harder against the intrusion and thrusting back against it as she had been commanded.

Maybe, Ami reasoned, she should only sell her ass. Then there'd be no risk of pregnancy. Not that she was pregnant. But it'd eliminate the risk.

Then again, it wasn't as if she could say no to the wolves anyway. They were all stronger than her, especially Alex and Tony. And if she did somehow manage to fend them off, she'd probably get kicked out of her home for daring to upset the natural order of things by resisting someone so much better than her.

Ami gritted her teeth. She needed this, needed to make it happen. Needed to prove her worth to Tony. As such, she braced herself, panting and huffing as the wolf pushed her knot against her more firmly, battering that weakening ring of muscle and slowly prying it wide open. Painfully, of course. But Ami forced herself to ignore the sting of being spread too wide.

“Open… up," Tony grunted. “Just fuckin' relax. Knot's going in either way!"

Though, perhaps in the interest of keeping himself from chafing too much – or Ami's tightness squeezing all the blood out of his cock – Tony did lean down to spit on his cock, and then again on Ami's ass, lubricating her just a little in the most degrading away. A few sharp thrusts later, he was almost inside the squirming, mewling cat.

Ami teetered just on the edge of orgasm, in a strange, painful way. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, but she wanted more. And so, she pushed back even more firmly. The pressure grew and grew, far past the point of comfort, or even tolerance, until her ass burned with exertion, but then – pop.

He was inside her. All that pressure was gone. The pain eased immediately, even if it felt like she had a tennis ball stuck inside her. The relief, though, was enough to leave her just about to cum.

And then, Tony flicked a finger across her wet clit, and pushed her over that wonderful edge. Once again, Ami came, her body surrendering to the superior species and reinforcing her lack of any kind of power. She yowled and moaned, soaking the mattress once again with her wetness while her ass milked Tony's cock firmly, even harder than her pussy did, and the feeling of really having something thick and hard to squeeze around intensified her release until there was nothing but pleasure.

It was the only high point of her new career, that immense moment of nothingness, where all reality was just wet clenching and searing, scorching pulses and waves of pleasure crashing through her, burning through all that remained of her with each ecstatic spasm.

He didn't take long, at least, not with how tight her ass still was owing to how few of her customers wanted to use it. Soon enough, after a few minutes of rapid-fire jackhammering into her, thrusts as quick and short as his knot inside her allowed for, Tony snarled as he came, filling her ass with the same heat he had pumped into all of her other holes. Then he remained inside her for a good while. Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? He didn't say anything, and the idleness – and feeling someone's warmth against her – lulled Ami into a false comfort of sorts. It almost felt like cuddling, with his strong body pressed against her, even if there were no emotions except lust.

In a healthier relationship, it might've even been paternal, bar for the f act that he was buried balls deep inside her.

Eventually, Tony spoke again.

“Mm. That hits the spot. How about we make a little memory, so you remember me later?" he grinned, and handed his phone to the dazed Ami. “Take a selfie. Well, once I get my cock out of that slut ass of yours…"

Slowly, he started to pull out again, and the pain returned. Not just the pain, though. She also didn't want his cock to leave her body. It felt like it gave her meaning, a slutty purpose in life. But he pulled harder, and once again her body surrendered; Tony's lupine knot popped out of her with a wet, slurping sound.

Though she was dazed, barely aware of anything at all, she obediently followed Tony's motion into a sitting position, no matter how badly her ass ached after its first knotting. He wanted something, after all.

Tony then stood up, flopping his heavy, cum-covered length over her snout. Ami was still entirely too drunk on pleasure and pain to really refuse any kind of request, and dizzily took a few pictures of herself again. Had she been the one to do this the last few times, too? No, couldn't have been. But she wasn't sure. Everything felt like a dream, or rather, a nightmare.

At least Tony paid her. It meant she could afford food and rent for another month, so she'd always serve him eagerly.

---

Week four, just a little before Tony's next visit, Ami found herself on the floor of her cold bathroom, voiding the few contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She felt nauseous, though at least it passed quickly once she let herself vomit.

Morning sickness, echoed that voice that she hated, in the depths of her mind. You're probably pregnant. Better just face reality.

But Ami refused to listen to it. If she was pregnant, she knew she'd just break, permanently. And thus, the hybrid kitty chose to pretend otherwise; to keep telling herself it was only a weirdly transient stomach bug, maybe a mild flu that she'd caught from one of her clients.

She couldn't bear the idea of being pregnant with her cruel half-brother's pups, because if she was, it had to be with him. He had fucked her so much, and then her heat had ended. Only the denial kept her going.

---

In the present, Ami wailed out in orgasmic pleasure as Tony slammed himself deep into her once again, knot and all this time, and bathed his daughter's womb in another load of warming cum. It felt wonderful, the knot especially, and between climactic whimpers and moans, Ami found herself thanking the older wolf for cumming inside her. It was exactly what she deserved. All that a toy like herself deserved.

The only reply that Tony graced her with was an amused chuckle, and then silence for the first few minutes as he held himself inside her, filling her slutty sex with a few more weak gushes of his sperm as he waited for his knot to deflate. It was a nice enough place to be, for Ami. Her head felt empty, like she could never really think again. As long as she was getting fucked by Tony, none of her worse customers could hurt her.

It was better than- better than- a sudden wave of nausea overcame the hybrid cat, mercifully just as Tony's cock had gotten soft enough to slip out, and she rushed once more into the bathroom to empty her stomach into the toilet, both the food she ate and the cum Tony fed her earlier that night.

“Oh, you should've told me you're pregnant, I love fucking pregnant bitches," she heard Tony laugh as she was rinsing her mouth. “I'd even have been extra rough as a treat."

“No, I'm not- I'm not pregnant," Ami protested. “It's j-j-just a stomach b-bug, it has to be."

But her resolve was already crumbling, that comfortable lie being torn away second by second.

“Nah. Now that you mention it, you smell pregnant. I just didn't think about it before, but those pheromones don't lie. You've definitely gotten yourself knocked up by one of your Johns," Tony laughed. “At least your kids will almost be full wolves. Bit less worthless. Then theirs will probably pass as pure lupines if they're lucky…"

“I'm… I'm not-" Amy whimpered. And this time, the tears did come.

“Yeah, you are. 'sides, it's your whole purpose. I mean, why else would you be getting fucked by so many wolves if not to give us pups?" Tony replied. He joined Ami in the bathroom, but only briefly, to wipe his cock clean on her still-fluffy tail. “Just gotta deal with it, bitch. I'll be back to use you soon enough."

“I'm not…" Ami tried to protest, but then, her voice broke. No matter how much she might've tried to deny it, she was. She was pregnant, and chances were, it was with her sadistic half-brother's bastard pups.

And that knowledge broke her. As Tony left, she sunk back onto her knees, crying, and crying, and crying until her tears ran dry, and then began to laugh instead in the throes of hysteria. What did anything matter? Why did she care? She was just a toy. If she was pregnant, it didn't matter. She only existed to get fucked by wolves, now. If they wanted to knock her up, she'd let them!

Ami ended the day curled up on the cold bathroom floor, only barely managing to drag herself, still sobbing and laughing at once, to the mattress, and then to her bean bag. It no longer gave her the comfort it once had, but instead, it seemed to be infused with a different feeling. Since it was, probably, where Alex had finally knocked her up, it had come to represent simply surrendering. There was, perhaps, a certain comfort even in such a grim realization.

She steeled herself. She just needed some sleep. Then, tomorrow, she'd… spend the entire day getting her brains fucked out. Not like she could get any more pregnant, and her pussy belonged to wolfcock anyway. Maybe she'd make videos. Maybe she'd let them tattoo her or something. Anything, as long as it'd help her convince herself that this was what she really wanted.

---

Five months later, then, Ami was laying on her beanbag chair again, now rather heavily pregnant, with both hands cradling that swollen belly and cooing softly to the pup – or maybe pups – growing inside her. She loved them, even if their father was a bad person. She was happy like this, being a pregnant fucktoy.

Right?

Above her increasingly milk-laden breasts, which quite a few of her customers had wanted to suck on so eagerly that her pronounced nipples were left a little bruised, was a tattoo. Right across her chest, in black letters, where her fur was the thinnest, it read Knot Slut. Though perhaps degrading, she didn't mind it. It was the truth, after all. The hybrid loved knots, especially when they were buried deep inside her, ensuring that not a drop of precious lupine seed was wasted when her many partners came. One of her clients had even paid her to have that tattoo, and while it'd hurt a little, Ami was used to a little pain by now!

On her belly, there was another one. This one was just a black wolven pawprint, just over her bellybutton. Beneath it, an arrow that pointed towards her sex, and above it, in the same bold, black letters, it read Wolf Cocks Only. It was only appropriate, wasn't it?

Ami adjusted a nearby camera so that it captured all of her body from the side, and then another so that it'd show enough of her with a wolf between her naturally spread legs. Her customers had paid for those too, in exchange for her streaming on one of the local sites. The Black Paw, it was called, and the symbol on her belly was their logotype. A site where all the wolves of this city could upload videos of them fucking the lesser species, sometimes against their wills.

Slowly, Ami reached to rub her creamy, dripping folds for the camera, no longer shy at all about the fact that she had thousands of eyes staring at her slutty little pussy. If the wolves wanted to see all of her, it was their right, and she was only their playtoy. And if they wanted to try her out, all they had to do was make a little donation through The Black Paw and they'd get her address.

It was a good system, and it allowed Ami to live at least a little more comfortably while selling herself to the wolves. Well… really offering herself to them, and them donating if they enjoyed the sex. She wasn't worth actually selling, much less demanding any kind of payment. Each cock was already a gift, and she only deserved food if she performed well enough to please them. Thankfully, with her pregnancy slowing her down more and more, the wolves – though cruel – had at least enough understanding to overlook that and found their delights in fucking a pregnant bitch instead.

There was a knock on the door. That'd be her next customer, who had explicitly wanted to make a video to upload to The Black Paw. Ami called him in, and spread her legs invitingly.