From the shadows of the slums, a young canine girl stalked another cub roughly around her age. Anyone who might have glanced at her would likely quickly move on; not only was she scantily clad, dressed in barely anything with loose rags covering the intimate parts of her supple young body, but her face was a picture of pure, unbridled rage and disgust. She had only one reason to wear a face like that: someone had muscled in on her turf.

It all came about through happenstance; on one particular day, she had come out from a recent ‘dealing’ with a passerby when she had spotted someone who looked definitively wealthy wandering through the slums. ‘Wealthy’ was kind of a loose word-- on the streets, even little canine pups like the girl had an idea of who had money and who didn’t, and a lot of it was intuition. The reptile she saw didn’t have fancy jewels, or lavish silk, but it was in the way he walked, and in what he wore. His scales were clean, his clothes-- mostly leather armour and a cloak-- perfectly tailored...even the satchel slung and tightly fastened around the base of his tail seemed built for him. Everything looked meticulously chosen, and considering the make of it, the thick leather that contoured to a masculine figure, he must be an adventurer. From the girl’s experience, adventurers and those with combat experience didn’t even come into the slums other than for two things: work, namely contracts, or whores.

She was banking on the latter, initially, and she was right; at the time, she had followed him down towards one of the main cobblestone paths that sat on the darker edges of the slums, an off-beaten path that would have eventually led to a main road...but where they were didn’t get a lot of footfall. He had crouched in front of a feline who had a pet in tow, a definitely mature dog of some sort with black and tan features. The two spoke, and the blue-scaled reptile made gestures and jiggled something by his side...even from the distance the girl had been watching, she knew coins when she heard them, however faint. Her face soured at the two spoke and at that moment she’d turned away, more or less getting an idea of what had happened...and from there things changed.

She hadn’t seen him for a few days, but she kept tabs on the kid he’d been seen with. He was a feline, no parents, no siblings, just him and his mutt who seemed oh so protective of him. They had a tiny little run-down shack within the slums, one that was barely held together by strips of wood, a metal roof and dreams, but it didn’t stay that way for long. She had gone back there every other day to check on who was muscling in on what she deemed to be her turf, only to find one day that he was gone. She did some snooping-- she might be a whore, but she still had friends-- and found out where he’d gone. He’d moved into a slightly larger, more sturdy home, still in the slums, but this one didn’t have gaps in the walls...and that only meant one thing. Someone had landed a cushy client, and she was going to find out who.

It took a week of careful watching, informants, and searching until she finally got a lead. Both the young canine girl and her subordinates watched the shack day and night, seeing the feline boy coming and going, sometimes with his mutt of an animal in tow, but there was no sign of his patron up until a quiet evening, when a Lizardman came to the home. The girl wasn’t there at the time, but a messenger alerted her; she made her way there instantly, determined to find out which tasteful man, or woman, had ensnared the boy so she could get a cut of his profits. She hated anyone making money on her turf-- she’d worked hard for the standing she had, and she wasn’t about to let some boy take it from her.

She lingered in a quiet alleyway, peeking around the corner as she spotted the silhouette of the figure heading out of the cub’s home and down a narrow crevice between a couple of houses before turning onto her street. She couldn’t make out much of his features initially, but as he grew closer to the alleyway she was hiding in and she was forced to quickly tuck herself against the stone as he passed, his appearance became familiar to her. Those vibrant blue scales, the slender, adventurer-like clothing, his confident gait...he was the very same Lizardman she had seen the boy with before.

Frankly, she was angry, and that fury simmered beneath the surface as a determined rose up in its wake, causing her to spring into action. If some boy was going to move into her turf and cause problems for her, then she’d snatch out his sugar daddy from right under his nose. She waited, peering out from the alleyway, watching as the reptile wandered a little further down until she came out behind him, quickening her steps to catch up. There was no one around, and the sun overhead had started to set, casting a dim orange glow across the quiet alley. It was the perfect time to have a conversation away from prying eyes.

“Hey! Hey you!” She called, and for a moment the reptile continued to walk, before he came to a stop. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, affixing her with a piercing gaze from his cyan, near-white eyes, causing her to momentarily falter. For a moment, he just stared, before his maw stretched into a wide, amused smile.

“Well, hello, little...girl.” She should be wounded that he hesitated on the last word, but she could see from his expression that it was because he was interested in her-- all men were the same, at least from her experience. How could he not be enamoured with the sight of her? She was petite, 12-years-old with a chest budding from pubescence, wearing only rags. Her blond fur and floppy ears were her best feature-- she had that look of innocence despite her potty mouth. Her fur turned white at the front and around her muzzle, as well as the ends of her hands and feet...it didn’t mean much to her, but it certainly attracted men, who found the way her pink skin came through her white fur around her stomach and crotch to be appealing. She plucked daintily at the shirt that ended just beneath her chest, showing off her stomach, as she batted her eyelashes at the reptile, moving her hand down to the top of her frayed skirt, that ended just around her knees.

“Are you lost, mister? Or are you just...” She stepped a little closer, lidding her eyes as his posture stiffened. “Hanging out with that ugly boy cat and his mutt I’ve seen wandering around?”

Her vulgarity surprised him; she could see him visibly tense up, his eyes widened just a fraction as his reptilian nostrils flared. It was hard to tell if he was offended or amused, however, for that smile remained plastered to his face.

“What a smart mouth this young pup has,” He drawled, an edge to his tone that even she could pick up on. “Have you been spying, girl? You’d do better as an informant than a street harlot.”

“And be paid less?” She scoffed, taking another step closer as she deliberately pushed her young, pubescent hip to the side, showing off its curvature, albeit small. “I can tell by your eyes that you much prefer me in this profession anyway.”

“Well...” He didn’t seem like he wanted to agree with her, but she had a good read on his body language-- the way he shuffled on the spot, the way his claws plucked ever so slightly at his loincloth as if adjusting himself...he definitely seemed interested. She had that kind of way with men; she was often able to reel them in to her side, and despite his looks, this one was no different...part of her wondered what he was hiding beneath that loincloth. Money was her main motivator, but curiosity encouraged her in some instances too.

“That boy...gods, I don’t even know his name!” She feigned dismay, but the smile on her face clearly told a different story, and she let that show deliberately. “But I bet he must not interest you as much, does he? Scrawny little thing...no curves, no bite...you look like an adventurer, Mr. Lizardman. You must enjoy a girl with a little fight in her.”

“I’m intrigued, that’s for sure.” He crouched down, which in turn made her eyes twinkle even more. In her eyes, she was sure she fully had him hooked now. She stepped a little closer, enough for her to reach out a hand and drag a finger down his front, passing over the thick hem of a leather half-chest plate and down towards his chevron-angled scales, where she hovered over the lather belt cupped around his muscular hips and over the front, a gleaming bronze buckle shining back at her.

“If you’re intrigued...what say you ditch that boy and go for me, instead? I’m quite the catch around the slums...” She continued with a sly, sultry smile that shouldn’t have been on a pup her age. “But it’ll cost you a little extra than whatever that cat’s charging you. That’s the perks of picking someone professional like me.”

She saw his eyes flare again, and she guessed he was amused once more; he seemed like her type, the way he was quietly observant and went along with whatever she said. If he was this pliable already, she was certain she could wring more out of him than that inexperienced cat ever could. He didn’t immediately respond which caused her to smirk at him, and with a coiling finger she turned, looking away from him and down the path. There was nobody but her and him-- she could lead him away, no problem.

“Come on, big boy. I’ll take you back to my place and you can have all the fun you want...so long as you show the coin, first.” She tried to coax him with just that, looking at him over her shoulder for only a moment before she sauntered on forwards, away from him and down the path. Her floppy ears twisted ever so slightly to pick up the sounds of his claws clacking against the cobblestones as she walked, and a triumphant smirk crossed her face when she heard them following suit. Damn, she was good-- too good, even.

“I actually have a different idea.” The Lizardman’s voice came up behind her and she felt a hand on her shoulder. That was already a little too touchy for her, despite her profession-- were it anyone else she wouldn’t have cared, but it was his tone of voice that immediately had her on edge the most. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at him, before shrugging off his hand.

“I think my idea is good, though.” She remarked, and the reptile’s hand came to her again, this time on her arm. “...Let go of me.”

“I’d like to show you to a friend, I think. You’ll like him.” The man vaguely said as he openly licked his lips, and the girl’s instincts kicked in. She tried to struggle against his arm, but he was surprisingly strong, something she should have expected from someone who was dressed like he knew his way around a fight. She opened her muzzle to scream, to get someone’s attention, but the Lizardman was quicker; his lighter blue scaled palm came over her mouth, silencing her noises as he pulled her backwards towards him. He shuffled, feet, scuffing against the cobblestones as he easily dragged her with him, until they slipped into the very same alleyway she had been hiding in before.

Terror struck at every muscle in her body, adrenaline pounding through her body. She felt his grip loosen on her muzzle and tried to cry out through it, but his hand withdrew and was replaced quickly enough to catch her off guard-- her mouth was halfway open, and a sharp, blunted noise came out before her mouth was plugged with a strip of cloth. His hand wrapped around her nose and jaw to make her bite down, before his other hand started to move. She shuddered, her blood running cold as his palm roughly groped over her abdomen, before it came to her wrist and yanked it behind her. She gummed the cloth in her mouth and tried to spit it out and his other hand came around to grab her other arm,  and the two became linked behind her. Something taut and abrasive coiled around her wrists and fastened, and she tugged her arms in an effort to separate them when his hands pulled away. She was bound.

The canine girl kicked out, and found purchase on the floor enough to launch herself forward. She tumbled, thudding against the wooden wall of the house opposite her, before she whirled around to look at him; he didn’t even seem surprised, a casual smirk on his face as he watched her struggle. Her eyes darted left and right before she bolted for the entrance to the alleyway, and for a moment she thought she might make it. Her feet hit the floor quickly, before it felt like she was flying. For a split second she was in the air until, with a painful thud, she tumbled to the floor. She groaned in pain as she spun around onto her back, and saw the Lizardman’s extended foot.

He crouched, grabbing her by an ankle and dragging her across the cobbles towards him as his other hand came out from behind his body, where he held a short length of rope. With her free leg she tried to kick at his face, but he barely even flinched when her ankle connected with his chin. She couldn’t even make him lift his head more than half an inch with the effort she put in, and she tried to kick again and again at his face, helpless, as he absently wrapped the rope around her one pinned ankle. He snapped his hand to the other when he was done, and she whimpered, her eyes teary, as he looped them together with ease. She squirmed, bending her legs, but all that did was drag her close to him.

“Good girl.” He growled, making her shiver with fear, as he pushed her ankles up and brought them close to her head, forcing her body to bend in an awkward way-- she was flexible, but not that much. He tied a neat knot in the rope around her ankles before taking the remaining amount and pulling it up and around her neck, where he tucked his hand under her body to have space to do so. He did it so cleanly, like he’d done it so many times before, and she was beginning to understand that she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Regret and terror sank in the pit of her stomach as he looped and knotted the rope in a way that forced her ankles and neck to be connected, with only a couple of inches of distance between them. The rope abrasively rubbed against the back of her neck as he let her go, forcing her to flop to the side, lying there on the alleyway floor in a compromisingly bound position.

“There’s still some more work to do...but this’ll keep you quiet for now. You’re coming with me.” The reptile smirked, his eyes darting down and lingering a little too long between her legs, where she must have had everything on display thanks to her lack of underwear...due to her profession, of course. “Cute as you are...I really don’t like being spied on. But I’ll find out everything you know soon enough, once I’ve had my fun with you.”

The girl’s eyes widened with realisation as the man stared down at her for a little longer, before his smile seemed to grow even wider, like an idea had dawned on his face. He slipped a tiny pouch from his side, loosening the drawstring of it. He pulled, and it opened up in an unnatural way, like it was much bigger than it looked. Her eyes widened as he pulled her towards him and started yanking her into the bag, and she struggled, kicking to try and pull herself away, but she descended further and further.

The inside of it was rough, but it warped like it was accommodating her size. The only light she could see was from above her, but as her head sank past the opening of the bag, he started to tighten it up. She cried out, making a muffled noise through the cloth in her mouth, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The light drew into a fine point and disappeared completely, leaving her in the dark.

She had no idea what was in store for her...but she was soon to find out.



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“You’re hungry again, Asha? But you just ate, silly girl!”

Arild chastised his dog with a tone of disapproval, but he couldn’t stop the smile on his face. He couldn’t really blame her for wanting more food, because he was the same up until a few weeks ago, too. His benefactor, the peculiar Lizardman with even stranger tendencies, had showered him in coin in recent weeks, in exchange for what was honestly, in the grand scheme of things, not entirely ‘bad’. He had treated Asha well in those times, even if he usually made Arild watch. The first time around, he had tried to coerce the feline with more money into doing things with his own pet...maybe it was Arild’s refusal that made the reptile more interested, or maybe he was just always planning to come back. Regardless, it had changed Arild’s life...and he didn’t want these better times to end. The Lizardman had even helped him land a job as an apprentice to a baker...he wasn’t actually doing any baking yet, but at least he was earning a bit of coin. Much less than what he had already ‘earned’ though.

“Alright, alright...” Asha circled him as the feline padded across the small ‘living room’ in his home. He didn’t have much furniture, but he’d spent a bit of gold on a nice sturdy chair and a table so he could bring bread for himself to eat, and he often fed chunks of it to Asha, alongside cuts of raw meat he got from a local butcher. The little cabin in the slums had only three rooms, and no bathroom, so he often had to leave to use a communal one...which he was fine with. The bed in the other room was far above what he had used before. He stepped through into the third room of the home, a cramped but cool larder where he had some meat sitting wrapped in paper on a shelf. He took some of it out-- it was dry, having been bled out and chopped into pieces before purchase-- and he dumped some of it into a wooden bowl he had by the wooden counters he prepared food on.

He reached down to stroke her back as she approached the bowl, just as he heard a knock at the door. Confusion briefly crossed his features before he straightened and brushed himself down, stepping towards the door. It did have a little hole with a tiny round piece of glass in it for him to look through, but he wasn’t tall enough to see it-- it was just as easy to open the door, anyway. He grabbed the handle and yanked, his face brightening a little when he saw a familiar face.

“Mr. Crius!” Arild smiled widely when he saw the Lizardman standing at his door. He always had that confident gait and swagger, and from the smile that played on his maw, he looked happy to see the boy. With a gesture of his hand, he requested to be let in, and the tabby feline didn’t hesitate to step to the side, pulling the door open wider. Asha raised her head from the bowl and sniffed the air, picking up his scent, and immediately came in to sniff at Crius’ side.

“Hey, kid. How are you and this girl here holding up?” Crius asked, reaching down to pet across the dog’s head. Asha shook her brown and black coat, getting herself comfortable, and her nose pushed against the Lizardman’s palm before her muzzle swept to the side and sniffed around his legs and the many pouches slung around his waist and the base of his tail, wanting to pick up all the scents of where he’s been. Arild watched her for a moment before his attention moved up to the reptile, and he gave him a bright, boyish smile. He wasn’t ashamed to say he was happy to see him, considering he’d given him money to live where he was now. The embarrassment of their first few initial encounters had worn off, though he still clammed up whenever sex was involved.

“It’s been quiet here.” And rather uneventful, apart from Crius’ appearances. The reptile hummed, alongside his words, as Asha delved her nose lower, catching the scent of something. She circled around the Lizardman’s body, moving towards his other hip, where she pushed her wet nose up against a thick on the front of Crius’ body, right where his loincloth was. Arild felt a flush sweep up his body and he frowned at what she was doing, reaching out to push her back, but he could see she was keenly interested in whatever the man had down there...which was odd, to Arild. He was pretty sure Crius was flat, up until he wasn’t...Crius seemed to sense the confusion and eventually relented, putting a hand to her muzzle and easing her back as he adjusted himself with a smirk, fingers brushing against the front of his garments.

“Wow,” Crius remarked. “She really wants this. Can’t blame her...she can probably smell what it is.”

“Um...and what is that?” Arild sheepishly asked, both feeling embarrassed by the question, but also admittedly kind of curious. He wouldn’t have asked had Crius not brought it up, but he was glad he did. At his question, the blue reptile teased the hem of his loincloth with a finger and thumb, and Arild gulped nervously when Crius flashed him a crooked smile. He slowly lifted the loincloth up, keeping his other hand on Asha’s muzzle to keep her back, revealing some kind of pouch clasped around his crotch. It wasn’t even fastened on by any kind of string; it was just sitting there, attached by something else.

The blue Lizardman brought his hand down, pushing his loincloth to the side with his wrist as he cupped his hand around the fabric, slowly pulling it back and away from his body with slow, careful tugs. A shiver ran down Arild’s spine when he heard the telltale slick, wet noises of what he had become accustomed to familiarise with penetration, and he turned his head away as he caught the sight of pinkish flesh, denoting Crius’ cock. He turned back, however, when the Lizardman made a noise to get his attention and angled the top of the pouch in his direction, allowing him to get a closer look.

The young feline baulked at what he saw within the contents of the pouch. Beneath the loosened drawstring, flesh poked out from within. Arild could tell just from general knowledge and understanding alone that the pouch was some kind of magical item, but it wasn’t the make of it that shocked him, but the flesh inside. He was young, a little inexperienced, but he was growing up in the slums, had seen plenty of things...Crius had certainly opened his eyes to some. He knew what a female’s intimate parts looked like, and he was looking directly down at a pussy that definitely belonged to someone closer to his age, rather than an adult, and someone of the canine inclination for certain. The soft, slightly plump Y-shaped mound was enough to make his mouth go dry, and it was wet, almost dripping with fluids, whilst the entrance clenched and unclenched before his eyes.

“What...” Arild had never seen anything like that it before, and he was a little speechless.

“There’s no real word for it, so let’s call it a...spacious pouch.” Crius smirked, shaking the pouch left and right. Arild stared down at it. He gulped, knowing what it was, and Crius knew that he knew, too.

“You interested?” Crius asked with a grin. “Plenty to share...I wouldn’t be so selfish.”

“W-What? I couldn’t...” The feline nervously looked down at it as he trailed off. What male in their right mind wouldn’t want to use what they thought was an easy access method of relief? Arild was impressionable, a little naive, and easy to manipulate-- he didn’t need coin for this. Crius knew better, but in the feline’s eyes, this was just a tool, an object...he had no idea that the hole he was staring at belonged to a young pup on the other end.

“Can I really...?” He tentatively asked, glancing up at the Lizardman, who smirked and pushed the pouch straight into the boy’s hands.

“If I said no, I think you’d be really disappointed. Go wild, kid,” Crius glanced to the side, looking down at Asha, who stared up at him with her muzzle pressed firmly into his palm. “I’ve got my eyes on other things, you know. Same price as last time?”

“U-Um...” Arild felt bad, considering he was being given a ‘gift’ right now, but he nodded-- it was for Asha’s sake, and for his own wellbeing, too. At his response, Crius loosened a pouch on his right hip and dumped it on the nearby counter next to the front door, where it jingled with the telltale noise of coin. It sounded heavy, and just the thought of it was already starting to put Arild at ease. He’d been so frugal lately, wanting to make sure he had coins in reserve in case Crius never came back...but with that, maybe he could treat himself. In fact, he could do that right now.

The young orange and brown feline stared down at the pouch in his hands, which felt light despite the size of it, as Crius unfastened his belt, letting it sag around his muscular reptilian hips. He unlooped it from around his waist and withdrew his hand from Asha at the same time as he turned, dumping it on the counter next to the coins. Asha, in her earnest curiosity, immediately padded around the reptile’s body, her attention diverted from the mysterious pouch in her owner’s hands. Her feral mouth came to Crius’ cock, and her wide, wet tongue flicked out, running along the underside of his slender, curvy length towards his knot and the crease of flesh where the cock protruded from his narrow slit. The Lizardman let out a hum of approval and brought his hand down, petting along the top of Asha’s head as she lapped and moved from base to tip, angling her head left and right to try and lap up all of the exciting smells and tastes that coated every inch of his cock.

Arild could only watch for so long before he felt both awkward and aroused. It was weird being a bystander to their antics, something that Crius sometimes liked to insist on, and whilst a lot of his interest was directed to the reptile’s member, he couldn’t deny that the idea of a soft warm hole, of taking what he wanted, tantalised him. He, like Crius, had his own masculine instincts, even if he was pubescent and not quite a man, yet. His arousal led him to look back down again at the pouch as he turned on the spot to avert his eyes from what his own dog was doing to her ‘client’. He bit his bottom lip, squirming on the spot as indecision filled him, before it was washed away by a spike of lust when he heard Crius groan his approval from behind him. Against his better judgement, the pre-teen boy moved his hand down, pulling hesitantly at the drawstring of his cheap cloth braies, a type of undergarment he simply wore around the house with nothing but a tunic top. Once the drawstring came undone, they dropped rather unceremoniously, clearing past his knees and falling to his ankles, revealing to Crius his bare behind. To the pouch in front of him, however, his half-hard cock teetered, a slender barbed length only a couple of inches free from his short underage sheath.

Crius hesitated in his own movements, rather delighted by the sight of that boy’s behind, before he turned his attention back to the dog below him. He had enjoyed her in many ways over the past couple of weeks...he hadn’t come every day, but he’d come often enough for her to know him inside and out. Watching her eagerly lap at his cock was already stirring him, and his knot pulsed, keeping a steady firmness that would no doubt inflate once he reached his release. After a few more moments, he eased her back, cupping her chin as he angled her head away, and she resisted him for a moment, tail fervently wagging, before she moved off to the side, padding around the wooden floor in a circle. She looked from her owner to Crius and back again, lifting her muzzle in the air to sniff at her surroundings and at the arousal in the air, and Crius crouched down, getting onto his knees as he watched her. Arild cast a nervous glance over his shoulder as Asha approached the reptile, drawn to him by his kneeling position. A moment of relief passed over the feline when he saw Crius give her some proper affection, rubbing over her back with a hand as he scratched behind her ear with another, and Asha lifted a hind leg and kicked involuntarily, pleased with the sensation.

The reptile dipped his arm, brushing it across Asha’s brown and black furred flank until his hand came towards her plump upper thigh, where his claws and smooth-scaled hands cupped beneath towards her underbelly. Asha nudged and smeared her muzzle and the side of her face up against Crius’ arm as he scratched behind her ear, but once the Lizardman’s fingers came to the soft, supple flesh of her feral pussy, her attitude changed. She squatted, like a male dog would with a prospective mate, and rocked her hips forward, rubbing her puffy spot right onto Crius’ fingers and by extension his palm. Arild couldn’t help but watch for a moment-- it looked so erotic-- and by the time he turned his attention back to the special bag in his hands, he was already achingly hard, at a still full mast, all of 3 inches.

With another nervous gulp, Arild swallowed his anxiety. He couldn’t deny himself what he so clearly wanted, especially when it was easy to see his own twitching little cock hovering in front of that entrance, like it was inviting him in. It already looked so slippery, and just the thought of how wet and warm it was inside made him shudder. He lifted it slightly, angling it towards him, and as soon as he got it within range of his member, hovering it just an inch from the tip of his cone-shaped feline length, he found his heartbeat quickening. Was he really going to do this, in front of his benefactor, who was taking advantage of his pet...? In any other instance, he would have said no, but now...he simply couldn’t refuse.

The entry was hot, enough to make him feel just a little uncomfortable at first. It was soft and inviting as the tip of his member smeared around the Y-shaped entrance, parting the flesh as he slipped in a little, just a bit at first, before pushing with more firmness. It was so slippery that he thought he’d done it wrong, at first. Once that pouch was hilted to his crotch, he leaned over slightly, his eyelids fluttering, his legs wobbling, as immense pleasure swam through his system. He didn’t think it would feel as good as it did-- it was like it was real, squeezing and gripping around every inch of his member. It made his body run hot in a peculiar way, and he felt the urge to tug back. When he did, however, something inside that warm cookie snagged, and it gripped tighter around his length, milking all 3 inches of it. The feeling was intoxicating and he struggled to even stand as waves of bliss shot up his spine. A mewl came from him, boyish and naive, and he heard Crius chuckle from behind him. He cast a glance over at the man just in time to see him stroking his own reptilian cock, his hand darting back and forth, as Asha humped relentlessly against his palm, panting with each hump.

Crius flashed him a smirk, making Arild grimace and turn his head away, and as the feline pulled back further on that pouch to bring it towards his tip-- albeit with some effort, for it continued to grip firmly-- Crius withdrew his hand, to what felt like Asha’s dismay. He angled her around, cupping around her sides and giving her a gentle coax and push until she was turned away from him, allowing him to lift her tail and see everything she had to offer. Of course, he could take her like that with ease...but in that moment, he desired something a little more passionate. He pushed down against the base of her tail and she bowed, lowering herself until she laid on the floor, and Crius pulled back his hands to grab her hind legs, lifting and rolling her until she was on her back. Asha craned her head to look over at Arild, intrigued by what he was doing, before her head snapped back down to Crius as his hand rubbed over her belly and his body leaned over, towering above her feral form. She naturally relaxed herself beneath him and rolled her head to the side as the Lizardman’s cock pressed and smeared up against her soft belly, before he dragged it down, rubbing the ridged underside up against the soft mound of her dog pussy. She wiggled, getting comfortable, as his tip smeared down enough to kiss with the entrance, teasing and spreading the flesh.

It was too difficult for Arild to watch-- not because he found it uncomfortable to see his pet being fucked, but because if he were to continue watching, he might orgasm there and then. The pleasure from that tight pouch clinging to his every inch as he pushed it down to the base of his cock was already unbearable enough, but he’d long since repressed and avoided thinking about how thoroughly Crius claimed Asha in the times he visited. He’d touched himself to it multiple times, over a handful of nights, and always felt a modicum of shame whenever the thought crept to his mind-- he didn’t want to admit it, but it was arousing, incredibly so. He turned his head away as he thrust a little into the bad clutched tightly within his small grip, relishing the way that hole squeezed and flexed around him, spasming every time he raked his hips back and loosening up whenever he thrust. It felt easy to pump into it, and he inevitably found himself leaning over, making little rapid humps as he tried to hold it steady. The noises of his little cock smearing back and forth were pretty audible, but he started to hear the squelch of fluids as Crius slid into Asha’s entrance. Whether it was because he was already oozing pre-cum or if it was because Asha was already aroused, he couldn’t say-- regardless, the sounds just turned him on even more, despite not looking.

With a shuddering sigh, Crius pushed down, glancing over at Arild with a small smirk on his lips before he propped himself up on his elbows and started to thrust, deliberately squishing down his knot against Asha’s feral pussy as he plunged down, before slowly easing back until around the halfway mark. He hovered there, just for a moment, before pressing down again with a groan, his tail thumping against the floor as he felt Asha’s own fervently wagging left and right, knocking at his knees. He knew she was enjoying it, especially when he started to fall into a moderate pace, and his sharp thrusting and grunts of passion were met with slick, wet squelches as the fluids from the canine’s entrance made his movements more and more slick. Arild found himself taking a peek, even if he shouldn’t have, watching as Crius pressed himself to her, rocked and plunged his hips, pressed with such fervency that it made him seem like he’d gone months without getting laid.

A telltale shudder shot up Arild’s spine, causing him to mewl louder and whimper shortly thereafter in embarrassment. The noise caused even Crius to look up, suppressing a chuckle, and Arild had to turn away, his thrusting movements and rutting desperation slowing as the tension in his body tightened and coiled, warning him of what was coming. He had to stop just so he could hold out a little longer, but that squeezing around his cock was making it almost impossible not to just thrust in and enjoy himself. He peeked another glance, dared to look to see what Crius was doing, and he felt his mouth go dry seeing Asha with what could only be construed as a happy expression plastered across her face, whilst Crius bowed his head and dominantly bit at her throat, in a way that looked like he was claiming her more than hurting her.

With a boyish grunt, Arild pushed forward and started to hump wildly into that pouch, his barbs raking the insides of that canine hole whilst his hips wildly pounded, sucking in a breath, his chest heaving as he passed the point of no return. His little balls bounced and twitched, fur brushing against flesh, until he whimpered and plunged forwards, his knees growing weak. His cock throbbed, pressing up into the insides, fighting against the way the flesh pushed down against him, as if it were trying to hold him still. All it took was a handful of thrusts, and with a sigh, he climaxed straight into that mysterious canine-shaped pussy. Cum seeped deep, little trickles of it shooting into the most intimate parts...unbeknownst to the boy, he was busting straight into the canine pup’s pussy.

Crius heard him climax, and felt encouraged to do the same. He pressed down and picked up speed, pumping into Asha’s pussy with reckless abandon, delighting in the way she stayed dutifully still under him whilst all the while continuing to wag her tail, panting with the physical effort of their taboo sex. The squelching noises are what did it for him the most in that moment, and the sounds of Arild finally getting the release he had been nervously putting off-- his knot kneaded her hole, rubbing back and forth until, with a sickening squelch, he slipped into her, his knot passing the thickest part and sinking inside. Her innards clenched against him, rhythmically squeezing around the bulbous base; perhaps she was doing it instinctively, thinking he was a male dog breeding with her, but that wonderful heat that applied pressure to his length just made his knot inflate, fighting against her, as bliss swam through him. With a grunt, thick spurts of Lizardman nut spurted from the tip of his curved cock, shooting deep into her...and all the while, her tail wagged and slapped against his legs, her hole milking and rhythmically squeezing him.

With each splatter and pump he shot into her, Crius became more and more relaxed. He pulled his head back and trailed his eyes up to Arild to see him slumping against the little table he had sitting opposite the food counter tops, and the boy moved to take a seat on one of the couple of chairs he had as he eased the pouch from his crotch, where a tiny string of cum hung between the tip of his dick and soft cookie of that used cunt. It amused Crius to see him in such an overwhelmed state and heightened his own bliss as he settled down atop Asha a little, his knot firmly locked in her pussy...and it’d be that way for a little while longer yet. He kept himself propped up, groaning under his breath as he tugged back and stimulated his knot a little, coaxing out the remaining few droplets of nut that trickled into that feral entrance as he arched his back a little to stretch himself, tilting his head to the side so he could see Arild better.

“How was it?” He asked him with a coy smile, and Arild looked a little too flustered to respond at first, instinctively putting a hand over his crotch to cover his half-erect, spent length.

“...Good.” The feline mumbled awkwardly in reply, kicking off his pants from his ankles, before they got tangled. From what he remembered, Crius was going to be stuck for a while, and it was a position that stirred Arild just by looking at him.

“D-Do you want something to eat?” The boy nervously glanced over to the pantry, trying to make conversation, and Crius just snorted, shaking his head.

“In a minute, kid...you know, once I’m unstuck. After that...who knows where the night will take us.” He remarked.

“You’re staying over?” Arild’s tone was hard to read for Crius-- was it hopeful, surprised, or anxious? It sounded like all three.

“If that’s alright. Besides, I have a proposition for you...” Crius continued, eyes darting from Arild to the bag and back. “I’ve been looking for someone to take that thing for a test drive, other than myself...you know, a second opinion. Personally, it’s not as good as the real thing, but...I’ll throw a little gold your way, all you have to do is make use of it for the next while and give me your thoughts. What do you say?”

“Really...?” Arild sounded apprehensive, but his little cock twitched, not yet fully flaccid. “Um, I mean, okay...”

Within the bag, the form of that canine pussy shifted and squirmed. Within the dark canvas of the bag, where her head bumped against the edges of it, the bound and gagged canine girl tried to move. Straps had replaced where ropes had been, and her body was worn and weary, her eyes wet with moisture and her gaze half-lidded, her cheeks flushed. She didn’t even know how long it had been, but she was so tired...within the recesses of that fatigue, however, was a fiery determination. When she got out of here, if she ever did...she was going to make the lizard pay!