Crank the Dial
(C) 2023 Charn, all rights reserved, all characters (c) their respective owners.


Saila sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the open window, to the seagulls circling and cawing. The sound of waves crashing against the shore rolled into the room in soft foaming waves. She could hear Max, the next room over, tinkering with something as he prepared himself. The sun was touching the horizon, sinking down into the gentle curve of the ocean.


"Are you ready, pet?" She asked, enjoying the last subtle rays of the sun against her naked breasts and soft belly.


"Coming!" came the reply. The white wolf-fox hybrid's toe claws clicked against the smooth stone floor as he approached his mistress, kneeling down on the floor in front of her, to lather soft smooches across her white-furred toes. 


"We'll see about that," Saila said, patting the bed beside herself. "I haven't decided yet if you will be allowed to get off, one final time."


Her pet shifted, standing and moving to sit on the bed. He leaned against his mistress, letting out one of his patented adorable whimpers at the thought of being denied that relief. "Please, mistress Saila, I have been very good, haven't I?"


She ruffled between his ears. "You know that that doesn't matter." She reached between her breasts, fingers taking a key from the warm soft valley. "I had forgotten you even still had something to cum with," she said.


Her pet looked down at the flat metal chastity cage between his legs. In truth, it was so sleek and form fitting that it did look like he had been nullified previously. She may have forgotten that he wasn't null'd, but he was reminded every day.


Saila slipped her other hand to stroke along her pet's back, fingers curling into the metal ring at the center of the leather chest harness he wore. She let the weight of her arm hang from it, as she swayed the key teasingly back and forth in front of him. "Are you ready to be the BEST boy?"


The folf's tail wagged, and he nodded, looking adoringly up at his smirking mistress.


"Are you ready to give up.... everything?" She asked, quieter this time, her eyes lidded slightly as she watched him carefully.


He nodded again, without hesitation, biting against his lower lip; one of his only anxiety tells.


"Your final service, as my pet," she pressed, slowly winding the chain of his key up around her finger, drawing it so that the key ended up back between her fingers.


He nodded, again, letting out a soft whine. 


This one had never needed a hood or a gag. He had come pre-trained, or just been such a natural, that he intuitively knew that it was not his place to speak in front of her. 


"Good," Saila said. She pulled the chain with the key on it up and over her head, the thick blue hair pulled up and through it before falling down around her shoulders again. The key free, she cupped up against the underside of his chin, lifting it slightly. "I would expect no less." 


She pulled him up, and the pup leaned up so that their lips could meet, his tail sweeping back and forth against the bedsheet as he was given the treat of being able to kiss Mistress Saila on the lips. Her tongue was strong and nimble as it flicked in against his own, the pup whimpering in submissive lust as he offered his mouth to her. 


There was a soft click, from down below, as the key was pressed into the small hole that her pet had been peeing through for the past... unknown number of weeks. The twist of the key unlocked it, and the chastity cage popped open, the back and front of it separating and springing apart in opposite directions. The very tip of a sheath and the tender tip of his penis were visible, peeking out from being buried inside his loins, completely internalized.


Saila broke the kiss then, smiling and glancing down at him. "Let's see what you've got left... not very much, it seems."


The folf whined as he looked down, seeing but an inch of cock and no balls to speak of. He wanted to protest, to defend himself, but he dared not. His cheeks burned furiously, as he willed his dick to thrust out, to grow hard and erect, to display itself proudly for his master.


"Such a shame, I thought it was quite cute," She said. Her fingers caressed against the folf's taint, gently prodding and teasing against her pet's groin. "Surely you can't be SO used to being caged that you don't want to come out and play?" She paused, feeling gently, and then sank her fingers up into his taint.


The white furred pup's eyes boggled, the whine nearly turning into a yelp as she squeezed against his testicles. The poor little berries had been stuffed up inside of him as part of the chastity process, and now they were being extruded back out from where they had gotten comfy for so long, his eyes watering as the delicate morsels plop-plopped, two small bulges appearing just above where Saila's fingers pushed up into his taint.


The pain of that seemed to be linked directly to the deviant pet's arousal, as his cock seemed to remember what getting erect actually meant. The slender one inch of pink tip slid outward, telescoping out from within his groin, as Saila cupped and kneaded his tender berries between her soft, thick fingers. 


"That's better," she said, cooing as his cock jutted a whole four inches up out of his sheath now, the furry tube peeking out an inch or so from his groin. "But that's enough. Come on, I want to see all of you."


She reached for his shaft, holding it, and the folf's tongue lolled in pleasure at having been touched. The inside of his own groin had been a warm, firm pressure for a long time, which was itself pleasurable, but this was direct contact, from his mistress, against his flesh. She gripped, tugging, and his knot and the rest of his sheath flopped out into the open as well, knot bulbs already half-flared. He bucked his hips, once, stroking his dick along her palm.


"Pet," she admonished, pulling another embarrassed whine from him. "You're about to give up your life for me." She teased him, stroking his cock, daring him to lose control of himself again. "I feel like the least you could do in your final moment is to have some level of self control. You don't want me to be disappointed, do you?"


He shook his head, his ears folding back as she handled his shaft, knowing exactly where to touch to make him dripping and throbbing, ready to knot deeply inside the first hole he could find. Knowing that it would be his last chance to do so made the need to do so almost unbearable. Saila seemed to enjoy watching his conflict.


"That's what I thought. You care about being obedient and loyal more than anything else. I'm proud of you for that. I know it must be hard, coming from such a base..." And she gestured to him. "Well, you know what I mean."


The folf closed his eyes and bowed his head, ears pulling back even tighter, his whole body wanting to get off but he dared not. Saila leaned away from him, leaving his cock throbbing in the open air, precum oozing out as she leaned over to the bedside table. A cool breeze fluttered past the curtains, caressing the slick shaft as it throbbed. She closed the drawer, and he heard the sound of something being clicked on, his collar buzzing slightly around his throat.


Saila watched as her pet opened his eyes, looking to her adoringly, and then down to the simple black plastic rectangle in her hand. It had a knob on it, about two inches across, similar to a rotating dimmer switch. In a way, that's exactly what it was. She showed him the dial, with its singular triangular notch, which was pointing at the last in a set of dashed on the remote's surface. 


"You know what this does, right?" She asked, and turned the dial one notch counter clockwise. The folf nodded, soft excited half-yips mixing with whimpers as his cock throbbed in excitement. Saila couldn't see, but her pet could feel the silver collar around his neck respond. 
The collar was about two inches tall, two black metal chains with chrome segments connecting them. At his throat, a silver box rested, and Saila could see a single chrome segment poking out of a slot in the front of it. She twisted it another dash over, and another segment was fed out through the slot in the front, the folf's eyes widening slightly, his cock throbbing and twitching up against his belly for a moment. 


"I know, sweetie, you want to reach up and pull that collar off, don't you? It's natural. Your body wants to stay alive, even if you, and I, know that that's not going to be how this ends." She grinned, and pressed against his chest. The folf looked up at her, blue eyes vulnerable as she straddled over his hips. His cock throbbed, sandwiched against the plump, moist folds of her cunt. "Oh, wow, and you REALLY want to fuck something. Isn't that silly, though? I mean, you've never fucked anything in your life, but now that you're about to die, you think it's suddenly a good idea?"


He whined, hopefully, his tail curling up and brushing up against her own thick, blue and silver striped tail. 


"I mean. I guess since you've been SUCH a good boy... I could let you. Just this once. But." She leaned down, her hands sliding up along his chest, gripping and twisting the harness straps there. She pulled him up, grinning dominantly down at him. "You are gonna have to beg me."


Her pet looked up at her, not understanding, his shaft throbbing firmer as she stroked her slick lips against his aching erection. 


"I'm going to let you speak to me now. But only to beg me to tighten your collar." She reached over, picking up the remote and dropping it onto his upper chest, where it slid down to rest against the collar's box. 


"Yes mistress," her pet panted. He cleared his throat, his adam's apple bobbing against the edge of the collar. "Um. Please. Please tighten the collar?"


She snickered. "Oh, wow. If that's how it's going to be, maybe I should just twist the dial and leave the room."


"N-no! Don't do that! I.. really... I want to fuck you so bad I can't think straight." Her pet whimpered, "I'm sorry mistress Saila! I am so horrible at this, it's good that you're going to kill me before I can embarrass myself even further! I just, I just want to fuck you more than anything!"


"Oh, do you? Not feeling it... this is basic bitch begging," she said, giving an exaggerated yawn. 






The folf keened, squirming, his cheeks red under the soft white fur. "I can't think of any reason to beg for myself, I would happily die for you without having ever fucked a single person, but if I could possibly, bring you any level of pleasure, if my pathetic little nub would feel good inside you, filling you full of my one and only load, then I would do anything for that! My lovely mistress, I would be so honored to die knowing that you were the first... the only person I ever bred as a male. Please, mistress, let me offer myself to you, even if I am but a meager useless little pet, I want to make you squirm and moan in pleasure and lust, I want to cum with you as my eyes fade, I want my last sight to be of-"


"Uh huh, yeah, you wanna get off. That's not begging, that's negotiating." Saila smirked and twisted the dial one more notch, and Max's hips thrust up against her. "I want you to BEG."


"I.. hrgg... I want this to be special for you... I want you to feel my cock soften inside you... as I die.. I want to be the best dead pup you've ever ridden! I want you to keep fucking me, even after I'm gone, using my corpse for your pleasure until you are happy! It is my greatest wish, to know that you have taken what you want from me!"


One of Saila's eyebrows quirked, as the folf underneath her squirmed. The collar was getting tight enough now that  he was forcing himself repeatedly not to reach up to remove it.


"Fine. Just this once... and only because you'll be dying in the middle of it, so I don't have to hear you begging pathetically for another chance afterwards." She slid herself forward, letting her breasts slide to rest on either side of the folf's muzzle, and he eagerly pressed himself up, nuzzling in between them and happily yipping. She reached down, using a finger to lift his slick cock up into the air. She frowned, and turned back to look at it. She looked back at him, her brow furrowed, frowning in distaste.


"Seriously...? You're soft? Now? After all this?"


He whimpered, reaching up to cup his hands over his eyes in shame. "Fuck, fuck I'm sorry, I'm, this has never happened before, I'm-"


"Shhh, it's fine." She said, "I know how to help." She grinned down at him, and twisted the dial two more dashes. Now she could see the collar biting into his throat, squeezing it, the veins bulging out on either side. His shaft throbbed to life, hardening immediately. She sank herself down over it, feeling his shaft penetrate into the subtle heat of her soft gripping pussy. 


"There we go... see? Even if you are too pathetic to know how to fuck a woman like me, your body knows what to do. Now, stop covering your eyes, and play with my tits." 


He wheezed, nodding, his eyes bulging as he reached with shaky hands to cup against her breasts. Saila pressed them into his palms, letting out a soft rolling chitter as she rode back and forth against his length.


"Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it? You're not going to cum after a MERE couple pumps, right?"


He shook his head, trying not to wheeze loudly, but each breath strained through his mouth in a slow and haggard fashion. He turned, spitting out the drool accumulating in his mouth, unable to swallow or speak.


"Good. No cumming. The last thing you get to feel is your orgasm. Not before." She ground down, engulfing his knot. His back arched, and she pulled up and off of him, letting his knot slide free. "Don't worry. You won't tie with me unless I WANT you to." She picked up the remote control. "Are you ready?"


The folf nodded, his fingers squeezing, haphazardly rubbing against his beautiful mistress's breasts, and taking in one long, drawn out breath. 


"The only way I cum, is if you die. You should be proud of yourself, you've gotten me close enough that it matters." She said, and twisted the dial the rest of the way to the left.


The chain spooled through the metal box at the front of the folf's collar, segment after segment after segment ratcheting through. Her pet released her breasts, grasping at the collar that winched tightly into his throat.


"Uh uh. No going back now. Fuck me, and die, my beloved pet," Saila coo'd. She lifted herself up, grinding down against him. "You're on the last oxygen of your life. I hope you use it wisely."


Previous pets had spent their last minutes trying to escape, trying to steal the remote and free themselves, or trying to take Saila with them. All of them had failed. This one seemed smarter than the rest, as he let go of his throat, and moved his hands to rest on her thighs. Saila buckled against him, feeling his cock throb, looking down at him. 


She moaned, as her pet bucked his hips, using his energy to feebly giver her the best fuck he could. It wasn't much of a thrust, but Saila threw back her head. "Oh, yes, my pet, such a good boy! Fuck me, kill yourself to make me cum, Max! Cum for me!"


Max gurgled, her pet's eyes widening as he heard his mistress say his name for the first time ever. It was the last time anyone would ever say it. The encroaching darkness be-damned, he thrust up against her again, trying to fuck into her rhythm, his toes and fingers already numb. He was so close, her pussy so soft and sensual, slipping and squeezing and grinding along his length. He wished he could say her name, but all he could do was to try to make her cum. He could feel his own orgasm, pouring up from some depths, inside of him, a feeling that he had forgotten entirely about. His whole body tingling, pins n needles and orgasm mixing together. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as Saila pulled her head back down, opening her eyes to stare at him. Max was going to cum, he was going to-


Saila felt her pet twitching underneath her, his cock giving a single throb, as his eyes rolled back in his head. The folf's body twitched, hands slapping, legs trembling as Saila sat down and engulfed his member inside her. His shivering, twitching death was perfect; the first thing he had done really well since he became her pet. She clutched his shoulders, panting and moaning as her body spasmed and twitched around his.


"Such.. a good boy. You were soooo good... at the end." She said, sinking down, resting on top of his body as it went still. "I don't think you managed to cum, though," she teased him. "Perhaps you could have lasted just a few seconds longer, if you hadn't been humping up against me. Such a silly, devoted, lovely pet." She nuzzled her snout against his, giving a soft kiss against his still lips. 
Epilogue
Several months later, Saila flowed into her bedroom. The sun was just starting to set down over the horizon, and the soft breeze flowed through the curtains in the room as the fox hybrid swept onto her bed. She smiled, as Max stared back at her, tucked into the blankets, smiling his sweet submissive cute smile. 


"I really must remember to tip that bear," Saila said to Max, as she climbed up into the bed. She wrapped her arms around the soft fox-wolf, squeezing his body against hers. With no bones, the large plush was very light weight, and she was able to spoon against it. "He caught the innocence in your eyes, perfectly."


Max said nothing, still smiling as Saila stroked along his belly, up to his chest, to the collar that remind around his neck. "You still smell like you, too. Such a nice, sweet smell, like cotton candy and saltines." She smooched the back of his neck, then giggled as she felt something squirming down below.


"I think they know their daddy is nearby," she whispered, taking Max's hand and bringing it to her gravid belly. "You would be so proud to know how virile you were, at the end. A full litter. I'm going to love them just as much as I love you. You can be sure of that."


Saila wrapped her arms around the cute little folf plush, resting her chin against her toy's shoulder and letting out a contented chirr. Max would serve her purposes for a long, long time.