The hum of dim halogen lights buzzes in the otherwise quiet parking lot of a small local coffee shop in the market district. Inside, Devon hides behind a paper, his cup of joe cold now from his long wait. He'd passed the time unnoticed, switching booths every hour. His eyes peer over the top of the black and white news columns, stealthily watching a young feline make a customer's drink. She was always smiling, a pretty face with bright green eyes and lovely grey fur, with a splash of white spots across her nose and cheeks, like a smattering of powdered sugar. Her green apron hid a short skirt with transparent black pantyhose clinging to her legs. Adorned on her frilly pink shirt was a nametag that read Nikki
She scribbled the customer's name on the cup, flashed him a big grin and promised to have his order out in a moment.
10:00pm hit, and Devon slid silently out of his seat and made his way out the door. She'd be closing the shop after this customer. Nikki thanked the customer, made sure the dining area was empty, and locked the door, flipping the sign to Closed. She began her routine of cleaning, gathering all the trash into a big bag before hauling it out the back door. As she exited, a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her outside, letting the heavy, metal door swing shut behind her, locking her out. Devon shoved her into the cold metal, her chest and cheek pressing against it as he grabbed her small wrists in his large hand, holding them behind her. She cried out from the impact, stunned momentarily. Swiftly, he pulled the string of her apron loose, and bound her wrists with it. The light was dim, only a single, flickering, white incandescent bulb illuminating the area behind the building. Nikki could just make out her canine captor's face: a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, and fur as black as the night sky. A smirk adorned his lips as he leaned into her ear.
"Listen, babe, I know you just closed but I'm gonna need this pussy to go!"
He lifted her skirt as she struggled against her bindings, fighting his handle of her to no avail. She was just too small, and he, too big.
"Let me go, you big jerk!" She shouted. "Help! Help! Someone help me!"
Devon chuckled, amused at her attempts. He was confident in their privacy. No one would be around this late, not here. She was all his for the rest of the night. He pulls her pantyhose and pink underwear down under her rear, and pries her legs open with his feet, exposing her soft vaginal lips to the cold night air. Before she even had time to process what was about to happen, his thick penis tip was pressed firmly against her opening, rubbing it eagerly. The canine's hands grasped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart along with her pussy. As soon as her succulent lips parted, he pushed the head of his dick through them. Her cries went silent as his meat sank deep inside of her, her tightness halting him halfway down his shaft. Tears well in Nikki's eyes, wide with shock at the sudden loss of her virginity. Her eyes shut tightly as the wolf behind her began thrusting, pulling back to his tip before pushing in again, reaching deeper each time. She whined and moaned, her tears now streaming down her face. Her hole did very little to keep him at bay, and as his meat filled her again and again it began to accept him, her juices squishing out of her when he thrusted, being sucked in by her. His tip was now hammering away at her cervix, making her cries rhythmic from her body bouncing back and forth on his rod. The door rattled on its hinges as he used her as a battering ram against it.
"Pl-lease sto-o-op! I ca-ant ta-ake it!" She says.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll start having fun once we get a load in you." Devon reaches for her hair, grabbing a fist full of it and yanking it back, pointing her loud moans to the sky. A powerful thrust squeezes her between him and the door, his fat tip pushing hard against her inner ring. Devon grunts and sends it spearing through her cervix, pushing his knot snugly against her pussy lips and sending his tip scrubbing the back of her womb. Her eyes shoot open wide again, and her mouth opens to scream, but Devon's hand clamps around her mouth just before she can, silencing her as he bounced her jiggling rear on his knot. His knot slapped her lips, splashing her juices and making strings of them when he pulled back. Inside of her, his cock made her belly bulge, outlining his shape under her belly button.
Her knees were weak, buckling inward. She was held aloft soley by Devon's cock inside of her, stretching her hole tightly around it. Her eyes were rolled back, pupils small and whites pinkened with tears. Devon's thrusts had slowed in pace but grew in power, and every pump of his hips made her grunt out a hoarse moan, muffled by his hand. Her hands, once balled into fists, now bounce limply with the rest of her body.
The wolf pants steadily, feeling his climax approaching. A load readied itself behind his knot, which he shoved against her already struggling pussy lips, pulsing powerfully against them. He pulled her back by her hair and face, and her stifled sounds become frantic when she feels what he intended to do. She couldn't stop him...
Her sounds of panic are suddenly pierced with a scream, which fetters out into stark silence. His knot has made its way through, and her abused, sore pussy clings tightly around the base of it. His testicles tense beneath them, dripping in her slick. Her belly now sported the distinct shape of his penis tip, making a bulge just over her navel. The shaft disappears into her flesh, and her feet dangle less than an inch off of the concrete. His cock pulses, his load shooting deep into her painfully stuffed womb, all visible in the bulge's detail. He released her face; she is quiet, every shot making her gasp as her diaphragm is manipulated from within. Her tongue hangs out limply, dripping with her spittle. Her belly swells round as it fills with Devon's baby maker, stuffing her thoroughly. Once it reached capacity, it began to ooze out of her around his knot, dripping down her thighs. Devon gave a howl while he pumped his cream into her, and the sounds of cum squelching out of Nikki was the only one disturbing the silence. When the flow stopped, he heaved a sigh and gave a little tug, pulling her back by her snatch. She crumpled without the door supporting her, and his knot kept her rear raised as her face rested on the floor by the trash she'd once held, drooling into a puddle. Devon smirked and grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart and holding her down as he pulled his meat out of her, an audible *pop* followed by a glob of cum bubbling out of her and dropping into her panties. More began to gush out, her stomach slowly deflating. Devon pulled her panties and pantyhose up over her rear once again, and the cream began to seep through and drip down between her legs in long strands, like a viscous rain. She was lost, unaware of her surroundings, dizzy and sleepy. She lie there motionless as he settled her skirt back and pulled the sting of her apron loose once more, freeing her hands. They drop to her side lifelessly. She breathed heavily, eyelids hanging low until a shrill scream escaped her, making her eyes shoot open again. Her panties began to drip rapidly, and her body tensed and spasmed on the ground at Devon's feet. She was cumming, and hard. When it passed, she panted harder, shivering. Another wave hits her like a wall of bricks, and her panties rain again. This continued, orgasm after orgasm ravaging her body, frying her nerves and sending her deep into a hallucination of pleasure and heat. She writhed about, eventually rolling onto her back and bucking her hips into the air as her juices dribbled out of her soaked underwear. She was a pathetic mess to Devon, and he lit a cigarette as he watched. He ashes and smirks.
"There ya go. See ya around, Nikki." And just like that he was done. He resituated his pants and walked away, leaving her there in the dark.
Nikki would lay there for hours after she finally stopped cumming. Her body ached, especially her pussy, which glowed red from the abuse. Colors flashed in her vision, and the world spun. She struggled to gather herself enough to stand, her mind too weak to process the events. Her knees shook, and slowly she lifted herself on wobbly legs, her panties still dripping with the canine's seed. She walked home slowly, making it to her bed and collapsing on it, still wearing her cum-soaked clothes, fur sticky and splotchy with white.