Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people and events is purely coincidental.  This is a work of erotic fiction intended to be read by people over 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) where reading erotic fiction is legal.  Story (c) Kardas Fox, all characters  their owner.




A Wolf's Place




	A few frustrated groans, and the occasional soft clank of chains echoed through the hall.  Lycan, an effeminate red wolf standing barely 5'3, padded through his family's house with a feather duster, wearing nothing but a chastity belt and a collar.  He had somehow managed to grow erect, and his member was now being subjected to a painful amount of pressure under the cruel grip of the belt.

	He was essentially a plaything for his foster family -- a shared bitch who was passed back and forth for all to enjoy.  His duties ranged from cooking and cleaning to sexual service to any of multiple forms of public humiliation.  He would try to escape, but despite his attempts to convince himself otherwise, he loved what they were doing to him.

	The pain finally became too much and Lycan retreated to a bathroom.  He locked the door and grabbed the edges of his chastity belt, tugging at it and trying to move it just enough to rub the base of his shaft.  Despite his efforts, the device prevented any access to his needy cock.  After a bit more struggling, he admitted defeat and sucked his middle finger until it was nice and wet.  He reached back and let out a sharp gasp as he stuffed his moist digit into his tailhole.  He felt around for his prostate, then began to rub it as quickly as he could.

	His grunts and whimpers of pain rose as the lack of proper lubrication made itself known.  He glanced up at his own reflection in the mirror and paused to stare.  His features had softened since yesterday, or at least he thought they had.  Every day, he looked more like a woman, and felt more like an object.  A willing whore, a wanton sex slave who enjoys his job a little too much.  A jab of pain from his crotch brought on by an aroused throb brought his attention back to the matter at hand and the rubbing resumed.

	Minutes later, a shrill moan escaped his lips and his anus clenched tightly.  Lycan's cock pulsed and filled the chastity belt with semen.  He shuddered and gyrated his hips, riding out the afterglow of his much-needed climax.  He sighed in relief once his member began to soften and retreated into his sheath, making the pain go away.  He washed his paws thoroughly, then resumed his duties cleaning the house.

	Lycan had once managed to escape this life, if only for a short while.  He moved out, eloped with a civet named Kelly, and lived a quiet normal life for around five years.  When he met Kelly, she was a shy, reserved girl.  Even though she was taller than him by a couple of inches, she was more timid than he could ever be.  For a while, anyway.  Lycan's foster-brother Kop found them out, and started sleeping with Kelly, slowly warping her to the family's way.  Before Lycan could wrap his mind around what was happening he was a sex slave once more and his dear wife was as wicked as his siblings.

	A pointed [i]ahem[/i] tore Lycan away from his reverie, his memories fading back into reality, the reality of a glaring civet.  5'7, curved like a model, and covered in silky gray-brown fur with white underparts and black spots; Kelly was gorgeous in any mood, but just wasn't any longer the sweet, timid cupcake Lycan had married.

	"Yes dear?" the red wolf asked softly, his ears pinned back in submission.

	"Don't play dumb, do you think I can't smell that?  I know the scent of cum pretty well, I've had enough in and on me, your brother sees to that.  And you will call me mistress at all times!"

	"I'm sorry mistress, I was..."

	"Shut it, you're going to scrub that codpiece clean yourself," she ordered.  The civet grabbed her husband by the arm and led him forcefully to the bathroom, then produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the device.

	Lycan grabbed a washcloth and began to obediently scrub the metal implement of torture, keeping his tail tucked to the left out of habit.  He heard something, but a stern "Eyes forward", kept him from looking back.

	The codpiece hit the porcelain sink bowl with a clatter as Lycan suddenly pitched forward, his voice rising in a shrill cry.  "Did I say you could stop scrubbing?  And quit whining so much, I don't even have all of it in yet."  Lycan whimpered and resumed washing the codpiece as Kelly roughly drove ten inches of chrome under his tail.

	Shay's ears twitched, she could hear the girly whimpering and knew what was going on.  The 6'5 gray and black she-wolf followed the source of the wonderful noise, then leaned on the door jamb leading into the bathroom, watching on with a smile.

	After a couple of minutes, Lycan dropped the wash cloth and held the chastity belt up for Kelly's approval.  "It's clean, my mistress..." he whimpered, his tailstar still sore from his unlubricated act of desperation earlier.

	"I'll be the judge of that," Kelly growled.  She snatched the device away from him and looked it over thoroughly, her hips still rolling as she inspected it.  She looked for any traces of goo, then sniffed it to be certain, finally nodding.  "Okay, now dry it, then wash your bits with the same washcloth."

	"Yes mistress," Lycan wiped the excess water from the chastity belt, then set about washing the seed from his fur.  His ears twitched to the sound of a click, followed by a soft continuous buzz.  His body trembled as the power of the toy's motor reverberated through his entire form.  The gentle vibration ignited a fire in his prostate, teasing his cock back to an erect state, now free of the confining belt.

	Kelly adjusted the toy a couple of settings higher and increased her pace, coaxing moans and whimpers of bliss from her husband.  "That's it, beg for it girl.  You like being the bitch, don't you?"

	"Yes mistress, I love giving myself to you.  Please, fuck me, fuck me hard and make me scream..."

	"As you wish," she replied slyly, "But it isn't going to be all fun for you..."  She grabbed his paws in her own and pinned them to the sink, preventing him from accessing his crotch.  "You're clean enough for now, just bend over the sink and hike that pretty tail up as high as you can!"

	Lycan did as he was told, bending further and spreading his legs more as his fluffy tail moved to lightly brush over his wife's nipples.  With a few more muted clicks, the toy was rattling away at its highest setting as it was plunged forcefully into his rectum.  He rocked back and forth in time with her thrusts, moaning like a bitch in heat while his erection swung between his thighs.

	Shay lightly rubbed her pussy through her clothes as she watched them rut, each moan sending a tingle of sexual electricity through her nethers.  The faster Kelly thrust, the more Lycan gave in to his basal urges and submitted to her all the more eagerly.  The passion in he room was almost palpable, the couple bred like caged beasts.

	"Want to take over for a while?" Kelly asked suddenly, startling Lycan and Shay simultaneously, "His tight little ass is driving me wild, I need a little attention from his muzzle but I don't want to let him rest just yet."

	Shay came fully into the room and stripped nude, showing off the silky black fur of her breasts and tummy, broken up by the soft pink of erect nipples and moist slit.  Lycan shivered as the toy slipped out of his rump, panting hotly while he waited for the girls to trade places.  He could hear the buckles of the harness clicking as Kelly took it off and Shay put it on, the vibrator still buzzing the entire time.

	"On your knees, whore," Kelly said firmly.  Lycan did as he was told, kneeling in front of his wife and leaning forward to lick her sweet pink.  Shay knelt behind him and he instinctively lifted his tail for her, knowing what came next.

	"Damn Kelly, not a drop of lube?"  Shay observed.  The civet's paws were on the back of Lycan's head, forcing the red wolf's muzzle deeper between her thighs.

	"Unnecessary," Kelly replied in between moans, "Lubricant is a luxury, Lycan was a naughty puppy so he doesn't get any.  That vibe is smooth enough to fuck him dry without breaking him."

	"My my, such language coming from you when just a few months ago you wouldn't even talk to me!"

	"The old Kelly is dead, I've seen the sweet rewards of having this kind of control and I'm never subbing again.  Now are you going to punish him with that thing or just run the batteries down?"

	"What did our naughty pup do?"

	"He somehow found a way to masturbate with that belt on, we'll have to put it on tighter when we're done."

	"He's becoming quite the anal slut now that he's used to our toys, maybe we should do something to prevent him from anal masturbation?"

	"Butt plug?" Kelly asked.

	"Butt plug." Shay said with an evil smirk.  She gripped the base of the toy to hold it still, then rammed it up Lycan's ass roughly.

	Lycan pitched forward and let out a loud "MMMFF!" blowing bubbles in Kelly's nectar and making her shriek with delight.  The red wolf held onto his wife's hips for support as his foster sister powerfully shagged him from behind, starting out with the same force and fury Kelly had left off with and building from there.

	"Uhhhhhhhhhh lick faster you bastard!" Kelly cried, now humping her husband's face as he performed urgent cunnilingus on her, "I'm so close, use your teeth, use your fingers, anything just get me off!"

	He pressed two fingers into her slit firmly, he knew the location of her g spot like the back of his paw and curled his fingers into it immediately.  His tongue lashed firmly over her pink pearl; and as he heard her moans escalate, just before the peak, he nipped her clitoris.  Her moans rose into a shriek of ecstasy, her pussy clamping hard on his fingers and squirting him with her hot civet juice.

	Lycan waited for a moment, listening to the mingling sounds of his wife's panting and the sex toy vibrating in his ass.  After giving her a few precious seconds to ride out the afterglow of her climax, just before the flame could begin to dwindle, he took her clit into his mouth and began to suck and his fingers resumed their pinpoint-accuracy massage.

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	A few hours later, Lycan waddled his way through the kitchen, sweeping.  His steps were made awkward not only by the alarming soreness of his abused tailhole, but by the new butt plug that had been unceremoniously crammed up his ass minutes ago and by the newly tightened chastity belt which was digging into his hips.

	"Looks like the girls really did a number on you," Kop observed with a smirk as he watched Lycan's clumsy steps.  Shay's twin brother, Kop shared her stature and coloration to an unnatural extent.  More than just twins, each was an eerie opposite gender simulacrum of the other.

	"Y...yeah, they always do."

	"What's wrong?  You scared?"

	"You startled me, master."

	"Master?  No, call me brother, or bro, or just by name," Kop corrected as he came closer to his effeminate adopted sibling, "That makes it feel so much kinkier when I do something like this."  He grabbed the smaller wolf's ass firmly and kissed the other male, forcing his tongue into Lycan's muzzle.

	"Mmmff, nnf!" Lycan grunted and squirmed, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.  He wiggled out of discomfort, but dared not attempt escape.  He knew all too well that he was a plaything for the entire family, even though Kop had never made use of him before.  The gray wolf finally broke the kiss and released Lycan's aching rear from his grip.  "Jeeze, why do you do things like that, Kop?" Lycan asked, "I thought...I thought you were straight?"

	"Oh, I am," Kop said with an unusual glimmer in his eye, "But you are a woman, after all.  You've been the family whore forever now, I've just been waiting until the girls feminize you enough to look the part."  He turned and began to exit, but on his way out he reached over and slid a bottle of olive oil off of the counter, sending it plummeting to shatter on the floor.

	"Kop!" Lycan squealed incredulously.

	"What?" Kop growled, casting a threatening glare at Lycan.

	"Nothing, brother..." Lycan sighed, averting his eyes.

	"That's what I thought."

	After Kop made his exit, Lycan put the broom away and ran some water into the mop bucket to clean up the puddle of oil.  After picking tiny shards of broken glass out of the mop hair, he proceeded to mop and shine the kitchen floor.  The counters came next, then a thorough dusting of the cabinets and refrigerator, leaving a lingering scent of lemon in the air and bringing every shiny surface to a brilliant sheen.

	Some time later, Kelly walked in with a low whistle, admiring her husband's diligent work.  "Damn, you went all out," she commented.

	"Well, it's been a while since the kitchen got a good once-over and I don't have any other assignments for the day so I had time..." he replied with a deep blush.

	"I'm impressed hon, I think you've earned a little reward for this," she said with a sensual twinkle in her eye, "You're assigned to the bedroom until I'm finished with you, and I'm not going to stick anything under your tail this time."

	The gullible wolf eagerly followed his mate and mistress up the stairs, tail wagging softly and sheath swelling with anticipation.  Kelly wasted no time in disrobing, exposing her pert viverrid breasts and already moist slit to Lycan and making him wince as his tip was forced against the inside of the newly tightened chastity belt.  She kissed his lips and unlocked the device, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter.  She reached back and roughly tugged out his butt plug, making him yelp.  He had been given a barbed plug to discourage him from removing it on his own.

	She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs for him.  He began to kneel, but she shook her head.  "No foreplay needed, you got me hot enough earlier to last all day!" she purred, "Now get up here and stick that cock in me before I go crazy!"  Lycan mounted the randy civet without hesitation, and entered her with a pleasant shudder.  It had been a long time since he had been able to feel the warm, gripping embrace of a real female orifice.

	The creaking of springs was joined by an array of happy growls, purrs, moans, and grunts as the couple copulated in bliss.  Lycan's thrusts suddenly stopped; his back arched, his eyes shut tight, his claws dug into the sheets, and a sharp gasp escaped his lips.   Kelly smiled cruelly and traced a fingertip across his cheek, "Aww poor puppy, does it hurt?  I told you that [i]I[/i] wouldn't be putting anything under your tail, I didn't say it wouldn't happen."

	"You should be used to this," Kop said with a playful nip to Lycan's ear, "The girls are always cramming you full of fake dick."

	"You're a lot thicker than the toys," Lycan whimpered.

	"Quit being such a baby, I'm using lube." 

	Lycan remained still as his foster brother energetically sodomized him; the wolf's generous endowment stretching wider and probing deeper than any toy ever had.  It felt like fire coursing through his lower body -- he was already so sore from his prior abuse and was now being violated by an even bigger tool.

	"Who said you could stop?" Kelly growled suddenly.  Lycan resumed his thrusts immediately, matching his rhythm with Kop's so that he pulled back as his foster brother pushed forward and vice versa.  His eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched tight, the red wolf tried to ignore the pain in his rear enough to relax so Kop could enter more easily.

	Lycan could feel every contour, every vein of his foster brother's thick cock as it plunged under his tail.  Kop's pace increased, until the red wolf under him was struggling to keep up.  The wolf's tremendous throbbing member jackhammered into Lycan's aching backside, earning yelps and whimpers from the smaller male.

	The red wolf stopped thrusting once more when he felt it enter -- Kop's knot.  It was already partially inflated, and much thicker than he was prepared for.  "Kop, wait," he pleaded, "I don't think I can..."

	"Shut up," Kop growled, "I'm gonna tie you, and you're going to be a good little bitch and take it."  He gave a few short, fast thrusts, moving his thick bulb back and forth inside Lycan.  The red wolf whimpered and yowled in growing discomfort as the knot gradually expanded, stretching his ass wide.

	Hot tears ran down Lycan's cheeks as it grew, and his voice steadily rose from a light whimper to a cry of agony.  "Too big, it's too big!  I can't take it!" he yelped, "Please, stop!"

	"Too late, if I pull it out now it's going to rip you in half.  You're going to have to wait it out, bro."  Kop's knot had grown to full size, just over 3 inches wide, locking him deep inside.  With a few more short thrusts and a grunt, his hot lupine seed began to flood into Lycan's bowels.

	"Get back to humping," Kelly ordered, "You've had long enough to get used to it, so quit being such a wuss and fuck me!"

	Lycan obediently resumed humping the horny civet, whines and whimpers still sneaking out of his muzzle from the feel of the oversized knot splitting him apart.  His own knot was starting to expand, and Kelly could feel it.  She reached down to tease her clit while he thrust into her, helping herself along toward the peak.

	"Tie me," she demanded, "Stick that little knot up in my cunt and cum in me!"

	Lycan did as he was asked, popping his partially inflated knot inside and thrusting with the inch of dick behind the knot.  His bulb expanded slowly, earning louder and louder moans from the civet, eventually growing to its full size right up against her g spot.

	Even fully inflated, his bulb was only an inch and a half across, but expanded in just the right place for his wife.  With a bit of grinding, he had her clawing at his back and yowling in climax.  The flexing of her tight pink tunnel pushed him over the edge, and with a groan he began to fire his load into her depths.

	The red wolf wriggled in between his wife and foster brother, feeling a bit smothered as both of his partners were larger than him.  He rest his head on Kelly's shoulder, still letting out a soft whimper with every throb of Kop's dick.  He could hear them kissing beside his head.  A twinge of jealousy crept up at the thought of his brother kissing his wife, but he knew his place well enough to do nothing about it.

	The threesome remained locked together for about forty minutes.  Kop's knot began to shrink first, but he roughly pulled out before it had completely diminished, causing Lycan to emit a sharp yelp and splattering some spooge across the red wolf's buns.  Kelly waited a few more seconds, then pushed Lycan away.  His fully engorged knot exited with a wet [i]pop[/i] and the last of his load shot into the air, falling on her belly like sexual rain.

	Kop kissed behind one of Lycan's ears, making the smaller male blush, then moved to kiss Kelly deep on the lips.  Lycan rubbed his well-abused rump, whimpering lightly.  Kelly cast an evil grin in his direction.

	"You're really in pain, aren't you?" the civet mocked, "He wasn't even thrusting that hard!"  She sat up on her knees and moved her tail aside, smiling at Kop.  "Come on big boy, let's show him how it's done!"

	Lycan watched in a mixture of fascination and disgust as his foster brother mounted his wife from behind.  He knew it happened, they both told him about it on every possible occasion, but he had never been forced to watch them in the act.  The gray wolf penetrated without even applying a fresh coat of lubricant and thrust brutally, pounding that tight civet ass for all he was worth.  To the red wolf's surprise, Kelly showed no pain whatsoever.  In fact, the frantic buggering made her gasp and moan, her hips were moving in time with his to take that thick cock as deep as possible.

	As much as Lycan disliked seeing his wife with another male, the show got him quite hard.  Kelly watched his erection throb in need, lips bent in a wicked grin the entire time.  "Hey Kop, how about letting Lycan play too?  I've always wanted to try a guy in both holes."

	"Yeah, that sounds like fun.  Lycan, get your tight little ass over here and pound her pussy!"  Kop reached down and spread Kelly's lips with two fingers, letting a bit of the red wolf's cum from earlier dribble out onto the sheets.  Lycan immediately obeyed, sinking his meager endowment into Kelly's sopping cunt once more.  He struggled to keep up with Kop's savage pace, unable to move his hips quite as fast.  The males alternated their thrusts; Kop pushing into Kelly as Lycan pulled out and vice versa.

	Kelly trembled in between them, her mouth agape as moan after moan escaped her lips.  Her hips rocked back and forth between her husband and her lover, plowed roughly from both sides by very hard cock.  Kop explored her breasts while Lycan massaged her ass, her partners doing almost as much to entertain her with their fingers as they did with their dicks.  Her long tail twitched erratically with every strong thrust, mewls of lust mingling with her moans as though she were begging for more.

	She felt lighter than air, like a cloud, floating on the ecstasy of double penetration.  She hadn't even realized how close to the edge she was until it happened.  She dug her claws into Lycan's back and shrieked, clenching tight on both males.  Every thrust extended her climax, and they kept her in a blissful trance.  She could tell they were still fucking her, but for how long was a mystery.

	Only after taking two plump knots did her climax begin to subside, leaving her a quivering mass of fur sandwiched between the wolves.  She could feel their hot seed surging into her, filling both entrances simultaneously and pumping her full of more cum than she'd ever taken before.  Lycan and Kop moved in unison, cautiously switching to a laying position for comfort, their knots still locked deep inside Kelly.  Sleep overcame the three of them quickly, their exhausted and over sexed bodies putting up little resistance to the temptations of the sandman.

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	Lycan woke up late the next morning, alone, and correctly assumed that Kelly and Kop had awoken earlier and gone about their business.  He rolled out of bed and, after a short shower, slipped into his chastity belt and reinserted the recently assigned butt plug.  He performed a few minor tasks such as dusting, but the house didn't require much more maintenance on top of that.  He checked every room to be certain nothing glaringly important needed to be done, then went outside to retrieve the mail.

	The usual flurry of envelopes greeted him, but among them was a cardboard box addressed to Kop.  The box was narrow enough that it fit inside the mailbox, but so long that it stuck out a bit and the door had to remain open.  Lycan gathered up the parcels and headed back inside.

	"Hey, check out what I found under the couch cushion!"  Before Lycan could respond, a soft beep emanated from the black box on his collar and a jolt of electricity surged through his effeminate frame.  The resulting convulsion scattered the envelopes and sent the box plummeting to the floor.  "Heh, that was cool, do it again!"

	Kop pressed the button on the shock collar remote a second time, forcing Lycan to repeat his spasm with a sharp yelp.  "Please brother, no more!" the red wolf begged, "It hurts!"

	"Ooh, someone's being insolent today!  I guess you need more training."  Kop pressed and held the button, causing Lycan's body to twist and writhe in agony.  He wore a cruel smile as he watched his foster brother suffer, finally letting off the button and putting an end to the electical torture when Lycan fell to his knees.  "Kiss my nuts and call me daddy, then I'll leave you alone for a while."

	With shaking paws, Lycan nervously unzipped Kop's pants and pressed his muzzle inside to plant a gentle kiss on the gray wolf's scrotum.  "I'm sorry daddy, I'll be good."

	"Yeah, that's what I want to hear...hey, is that my package?"  Kop snatched the box up from the floor and growled.  "It is!  And you dropped it on the floor, you stupid fuck!  You have no idea what kind of shit I buy online, this [i]could[/i] have been breakable!"  He kicked Lycan in the chest, knocking the red wolf flat on his back.

	Kelly entered the room just as Kop was leaving.  She observed the shock collar remote in Kop's paw and Lycan writhing on the floor in pain and knew instantly what must have happened, but decided to tease him anyway.  She ticked her finger at him mockingly and said, "Tsk tsk, napping on the floor are you?  Such a lazy waste of flesh you've turned into Lycan." 

	He sat up on his elbows and tried to apologize, but was still out of breath from Kop's abuse.  "I'm...sorry...mistress..." his voice came in short huffs, leading Kelly to roll her eyes.

	"Well you know your place well enough even if you don't know how to hold onto the mail."  She bent down to pick up the scattered envelopes and sorted through them.  "Hey, a reminder for your high school reunion," she observed with a smirk, "A final reminder, apparently it starts in about two hours.  Looks like a certain someone has been hiding mail from me!"  She planted a foorpaw firmly on his sternum, applying pressure and making it harder for him to breathe.  "Just because it's addressed to you doesn't make it yours, you know how this works!"

	"I'm sorry!" he rasped out, "I didn't want to go to a reunion!"

	"Well it's not up to you, is it?  [i]YOU[/i] don't get to decide what we do or don't do, I say you're going.  And you're going in a dress, get up off the floor and put something on, I have to take you shopping for something pretty and pink with lots of frills."

	Kelly removed her weight from her husband's chest and watched as he struggled to his feet and headed up the stairs to find something acceptible to wear out in public.  He returned a short time later in shorts and a tank top, the dark shape of a nasty contusion already becoming visible under his white chest fur.  She attached a leash to his collar and they headed out.

	Kop made his way toward the bedroom he shared with Kelly to stow away his most recent purchase when the voice of his sister halted him.  "Is that package for me, stud?"

	"Nah, it's just a little something I bought to torture Lycan with later," Kop replied.

	"I'm not talking about the box," Shay murred with an alluring grin.

	Kop looked down to realize his fly was unzipped, his sheath hung out of his pants in clear visibility.  "Heh, whoops!"  He started to zip up, but Shay grabbed his wrist.

	"Kop, we haven't had sex since Lycan moved back in with us...and brought Kelly with him."

	"Yeah, I guess it has been a while..."

	"They should be gone for a long time, maybe most of the night.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

	"Shay, I don't know about this..."

	"What's the problem?  I know we can't really get married, but you can't marry Kelly either unless she divorces Lycan...and I don't think that's going to happen."

	"It's not that, it's just...I think I'm really in love with Kelly."

	"You said the same thing to me when we were fifteen!  Don't I mean anything to you anymore?  I don't spend all of my time with Drath, I love him but I still love you just as much!  Just tell me, Kop...did you ever love me or did you just want to have sex with me?"

	"I...uh...I've always loved you as a sibling.  More, even, we're closer than most siblings, we're twins!"

	"That's all I've ever been to you then?" Shay whimpered, her voice starting to break, "That's why you haven't touched me since that civet got here, isn't it?  She's more attractive to you, she's tighter than me isn't she?"

	"No...no, I'm really in love with her!"

	"The fuck you are, Kop!  You were really in love with me until she got here!"

	"What I have with you is completely different than what I have with her.  What we have is familial love, not romantic love like I have for Kelly."

	Shay let out a long sigh and blinked back a few tears.  "Can I have a kiss, just for old times' sake?"

	"Alright, I guess I can do that."  He closed his eyes and leaned in to meet her in a kiss.  Halfway there, his eyes popped open and a breath of air escaped his muzzle in a sharp wheeze as a high-velocity knee impacted his groin.

	"What the hell was that for?" Kop whimpered as he fell to his knees, paws over his injured pride and his voice an octave higher.

	"You are less of a male than Lycan!" Shay bellowed angrily.  She slammed the door to her bedroom, then slumped to the floor.  The tears she'd held back during the argument flowed freely down her cheeks.

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	"I really don't want to do this," Lycan protested, "It's fine around the house or with your friends or on Kop's website, but this is public Kelly!"

	"No one asked what you want to do," Kelly affirmed, practically dragging the smaller male by his leash, "This is what we're doing, this is how you're going to be dressed."

	"Banana!  Carnaton!  Delta-Whiskey-Tango!" he yelped as a soft breeze ruffled his pastel pink sundress, "Come on, this was funny at first but now it's just humiliating, what's the safe word?!"

	"There is no safe word, now shut up or I'll pop a ball gag in your mouth," she warned, "I did pack some toys in my purse."

	Raucous laughter greeted the couple as they came through the door, causing Lycan to lower his head.  He'd never appeared in drag in front of such a large crowd, and the humiliation was exacerbated by the fact that he knew most of the other furs.  He let out a soft gasp as a pair of cuffs clicked shut around his wrists, and Kelly tied his leach to the handrail of a bench.

	"Stay put, I'm gonna go spike the punch," Kelly said with a mischevious wink.

	"Wait, what?  Don't just leave me here!"

	"Just watch, this party is about to get very interesting."

	Lycan tried to make himself appear as small as possible.  He could feel them staring at him, he could hear the giggles and whispers.  A little humiliation was fine, but this was going too far!  He spotted Kelly sauntering over to the punchbowl.  He thought she'd been joking, but as he watched she pulled a small vial out of her purse and emptiesd the contents into the punch.

	"Hello there stranger," came a familiar voice.  Lycan squirmed a little and gasped at the sight of the otter beside him.  "What's a pretty little thing like you doing tied to the bench?  Need some company sweetheart?"

	The red wolf's ears were pinned to his head in the embarrassment of being hit on by his best friend.  "Terry, it's me...Lycan," he said shyly, "Do I really look that feminine?"

	"How could I not recognize you?  We used to hang out all day every day...we were practically married!" the otter said with a smirk, "We could have been, until Kelly got her claws in you."

	"What are you talking about?  Terry...y-you're straight!" Lycan stammered, "And so am I!"

	"Yeah, I used to think so too, but then this pretty little thing with blue eyes and cutoff jeans comes along and my interest in boobies vanished," Terry paused for a wistful sigh, "It's an open relationship, though...so we could fool around a little."

	"No, really, I'm straight!"

	"Then why are you wearing that dress?  That doesn't look like something a straight guy would do.  Hell, I'm gay as springtime and even I'm not wearing a dress."

	"Kelly made me wear it, I wasn't even going to show up but she made me come here, wearing this atrocity."

	"You're that whipped, huh?  So, if she told you to suck my dick, you'd have to do it?"

	"Uh...well...I guess so...I do whatever she says but I don't know why she'd..."

	"Hey, wait here, I'm gonna go have a little talk with your wife."  The otter walked away with a smug grin.

	"Terry?  Hey, wait!  Dude, don't do this!"  The red wolf tugged at his leash, trying to get himself off of the bench but it only served to tighten the knot.

	"What the hell happened to you?  Get lost in your mom's closet?"  Lycan looked up and saw a burly tiger.  He recognized him from a couple of classes and knew he used to be on the football team, but couldn't remember his name.

	"Uh, no...it's new, actualy," Lycan said with an air of false confidence, "Why, do you like it?"  The tiger gave him an odd look and shook his head, then made his way toward a crowd of former cheerleaders.

	Time passed; Kelly socialized while Lycan remained tethered to the bench, forced to listen to distant jokes at his expense.  After a while, the drug started to take its effects.  Furs were dancing closer, asses were grabbed, tents were pitched in pants.  The sexual tension in the room grew steadily stronger, peaking when Kelly walked to the center of the room and ripped off her dress, exposing her fully nude body underneath.

	The civet knelt in the middle of the dancefloor and started masturbating for everyone to watch, moaning and purring as she fingered herself silly.  The crowd watched in awe and clothes started hitting the floor.  Kelly's voice rose in a scream as a stallion knelt behind her and suddenly penetrated her ass, but she actually pushed back and took it deeper.

	A fox knelt in front of her and busied himself with her pussy while a rabbit tapped her nose with the tip of his cock.  She opened her mouth and started sucking the bunny as more old classmates grouped around.  She grabbed a dick in each paw, a rat and a ferret, and started jerking them off as well as she could while getting fucked in all three entrances.

	As the aphrodisiac's effects grew ever more powerful, the males who couldn't get to a female fast enough sodomized those who could.  The room was filled with an orchestra of moans, growls, whimpers, and lewd slupring.  Lycan watched wide eyed as his wife was triple-violated by people he hadn't seen in ten years and realized how wrong he was in thinking that nothing could be worse than watching his foster brother fuck her.  He wanted more than anything to look away and pretend it wasn't happening, but as much as the sight disturbed him it also made his cock ache for release.

	It was surreal, like some twiested wet dream, Lycan couldn't force himself to believe any of it was real.  Hips rolling, wet orifaces stretched around hard, pulsing dick, guys he'd always thought of as straight pounding each other's assholes just to blow off steam, girls he'd always thought of as straight riding each other's faces to the same end.  He hadn't ingested any of the drug, but the sounds, smells, and sights had much the same effect on him.  He started humping the air, just to move the fabric of the skirt against his hard dick.  It couldn't do more than tease him, but that was all he needed for the moment.  He sighed through his teeth as droplets of hot precum leaked from the tip of his painfully erect member.

	Kelly gasped for air, choking on the rabbit's hot load as he finished and suddenly pulling out.  Before she could even catch her breath, another dick was stuffed into her mouth.  She felt them changing places as they climaxed, but her eyes were shut tight.  She didn't even know who she was having sex with, and the anonymity sent a perverse thrill through her.  She fould feel it oozing out of both holes as fresh dicks rammed up into her, soaking into her fur even as she tried to coax more from two more males, dripping down her chin onto her breasts while she bobbed her head eagerly on the shaft in front of her.  She loved Kop, and he was certainly good in bed, but there are limits to what one male can do and group sex definitely blew away anything he could ever do alone.

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	The red wolf watched for two hours, becoming increasingly agitated with his inability to get off in his current position.  The majority of his former classmates were soaked in jizz, but not as much as his wife.  The civet was absolutely covered, as if she'd danced naked in a sticky white rainstorm; multiple layers of cum coating at different levels of dryness matted her fur down and obscured her patterns.  She was white, only a few spots of color were still visible through thin places in her coating, and, of course, her paws.

	The last satisfied male finally flopped down, panting hotly as his softening cock disappeared into his sheath.  The drug had run its course and everyone was resting, some furs were even smoking.  Kelly stood, stumbling, and wiped her eyes.  She made her way over to Lycan on shaky legs, unable to stand properly after so much time on her knees getting deeply reamed.

	"Looks like you enjoyed the show," she said jokingly.  She uncuffed his paws and flopped down on the bench beside him, semen oozing out of both of her orifaces.  "Lift your skirt and jack off, let everyone watch you now."

	Lycan hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled his skirt up to reveal his hard dick and the tight pink panties squeezing his balls.  He gripped his shaft and started stroking, embarrassed at first but soon growing more eager.  He closed his eyes in an attempt to shut out the distraction of a room full of furs watching, but was still very aware of all of the eyes upon him.

	Despite the utter humiliation of jacking off with everyone watching, in an odd sort of way the exhibition added to his pleasure.  In only a couple of minutes, he was panting like mad as thick ribbons of seed rocketed out of his tip.  He stroked behind his knot to extend his climax, milking out every drop.

	Lycan opened his eyes slowly and let out a soft whine of shame.  They were all staring at him, a few of them snickering.  He sighed lightly and looked at the floor, trying his best to hide the smile on his face.  After a few seconds, Kelly untied his leash and tugged it sharply.  "Come on, we're done here.  You have to drive, I'm gonna pass out in the back seat."

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	True to her word, Kelly had passed out in the back seat of the car.  When they got home, Josh gently poked her arm with two fingers, recoiling to find she was still wet.  She sat up, a paw on her sore ass as she yawned.  A white puddle had formed in the back seat around her lower body, and was inthe process of soaking into the upholstry.

	"You're not allowed back in the house until you clean out my car," Kelly said tiredly, "And not just the love stains...all of it, trunk too.  Wiped down, vacuumed, reupholster this back seat if you have to, I don't want to smell sex next time I get in.  I'm gonna go take a shower and go to bed, that was too much even for me."

	Lycan got to work immediately, focusing first on the white goo in the back seat while Kelly staggered to the door.  He did his best to mop up the mess, but it had already soaked in fairly well and he knew he'd be making a trip to the fabric store.  He got it as clean as it would be before moving on to pick up the larger pieces of trash so he could vacuum the carpet.

	It took him a few hours to bring the interior of the car to the requested level of cleanliness, but he managed to do it.  Exhausted, the red wolf made sure the vehicle was securely locked and made his way into the house.  He took a quick shower, then collapsed into the doggie bed set up for him in the hallway.

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	Lycan stirred in his sleep early in the morning, just as the first light of sunrise began to cascade through the windows.  He yawned lightly and sat up just as Shayla reached the top stair.  He cocked his head to the side as she greeted him with a smile -- not a sadistic smirk, but a real smile.

	"Were you gone all night?"

	"I spent the night with Drath, Kop has really been a bastard lately."

	"Heh...tell me about it.  Er...sorry, I mean..."

	"No, it's okay, it's been a long time since we just talked like brother and sister.  It's...refreshing."

	"Really?  I thought those days were over..."

	"I might have started all of this, but now my brother and your wife run it.  Right now I'm really sick of anything that has to do with Kop."

	"Did you two have an argument or something?"

	"It's not really that simple, it's actually much much worse.  I...don't want to dwell on that right now.  You're one of the only two people I'm actually happy to see right now, everyone else has betrayed me somehow.  Come on into my room before the others wake up, you can be mine for the day."

	Lycan stood and stretched, vaguely aware that his tail was wagging.  He followed his foster sister into her bedroom and pulled the door shut behind him.  She turned and took him into a loving embrace, which he gladly returned.

	"Here, let me make up some of the humiliation and abuse I've put you through..." Shayla whispered, giving the smaller canid's rump a squeeze with one paw while the other trailed around to tease the front hem of his panties.

	"Wait, you don't have to...oooh...mmmm..."  Lycan could hardly finish his thought as he felt a warm paw cup his balls and sheath; not the forceful squeezing he was accustomed to but a tender caress.  His member began to react immediately, sheath swelling and gradually receding to expose his hot red rocket.

	As suddenly as it was there, the wonderful touching was gone.  Lycan's eyes snapped open to see Shayla kneeling and pulling his panties down.  She grabbed his cock and started to stroke him, getting him fully hard in no time and using his naturally plentiful precum to lubricate her palm.

	Lycan struggled to keep his hips still, softly humping into that wonderful paw as if it were a willing female orifice with little conscious control over the reaction.  When Shay's fingers curled around his sack he couldn't control himself anymore and started to fuck her paw quickly, eyes screwed shut as he reveled in the pleasure he was being given.

	The red wolf shuddered and gasped to the feeling of a hot mouth engulfing his rock hard dick, then gasped once more as two fingers slid up into his tailhole slicked by his own warm precum.  He looked down at Shayla and she smiled back to him, not moving her head but instead content to let him take control for the first time.  He gripped her head gingerly in his paws and started humping, driving his dick in and out of the she-wolf's hot sucking muzzle.

	Shayla massaged her foster brother's prostate gently while sucking him off, watching the pleasure reflected in his face and feeling his balls slap her chin every time he thrust forward.  Within a couple of minutes he started to pant hotly and his thrusts fell out of rhythm.  Shay could feel him tense up and knew what was coming next.  She pulled her mouth off of his rod at the last moment, shutting her eyes a split second before stripes of hot white goo shot across her face.  She managed to catch a couple of ribbons in her mouth, but took most of it on her face and breasts.

	She rose and hugged him, murring quietly to the feel of his warm tongue lashing out to clean the mess he'd made in her fur.  They shared a silent standing cuddle for a long moment before Shayla sat him on the bed and opened her dresser, removing a device that looked like a pocket pussy with a vial at the end and small metal canister.

	"What are those for?"

	"Well, you put your dick in this one, this other one makes it safe to freeze sperm in a regular freezer for a couple of weeks, until I can get it into liquid nitrogen containment."

	"You're going to freeze my sperm?"

	"If that's alright with you?"

	"I guess so...but why?"

	"Drath has a narrow urethra and a really low sperm count because of that so it will be hard for him to knock me up.  I just want some insurance, a plan B...I can't think of anyone else I would rather have father my puppies when the time comes."

	He smiled warmly and took the pocket pussy from her paw, cramming his dick inside right away and pounding it firmly.

	"Get on all fours and do it, so all your cum goes into the tube."

	He did as he was told, one paw on the bed to support himself and the other working the toy up and down his hard dick.  He shivered and gasped as he felt Shay's tongue teasing his tight tailhole.  He relaxed for her and felt that hot tongue wriggle inside to tease his prostate.

	Lycan didn't bother to drag this session out since all she wanted was his jizz, he fucked the toy brutally and tried to climax as quickly as he could.  After a couple of minutes he started to pant heavily and forced his knot into the soft latex tube with a soft howl of ecstasy, his knot swelling up in the tight latex grip and his tip squirting fresh hot cum into the vial.  Shay continued to lick for a few moments, then slid her tongue out and just lightly massaged his buns.

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	About a half hour later, Lycan's knot deflated and he pulled out of the extractor.  Shayla took it, murring at the sight of it messy and overflowing with semen.  "Such a good amount!"  She detached the vial and gently wiped the excess cum from the sides of it, then capped it and placed it inside the canister before walking over to her mini-fridge and sticking it in the freezer up top.

	Lycan rolled onto his side and let out a relieved sigh, looking down to watch his cock retreat into the sheath.  "What brought this on?"

	Shayla sat on the bed beside her foster brother and wrapped her arms around him.  "Things are changing, Lycan.  This 'arrangement' was fun at first, but Kop is a completely different person because of this.  I don't want to turn out like that."

	"He's not any different than the way I remember him, he's been horrible to me for as long as I can remember.  I always got the feeling that it was just a game when you humiliate me, but I think he really tries to hurt me and...sometimes, it works."

	Shayla let out a long sigh and released Lycan from the embrace.  "Maybe you're right, I guess I just blinded myself to his faults.  The heart doesn't always listen to the mind's advice."

	The red wolf hesitated for a long moment, his eyes darting about nervously as he fumbled for something to say.  "Shay, are you in love with Kop?"

	She shook her head lightly and blinked back tears, her voice starting to crack a little.  "I...I don't know anymore.  It doesn't matter either way, he never cared about me.  I don't think he cares about Kelly either, he just wants a tight place to stick it.  I need to be alone right now, I have to do some thinking."

	Lycan nodded and rolled out of bed to leave the room.  Just after the door clicked shut behind him, he heard Shayla begin to quietly sob.  His ears flattened against his head and the oppressive weight of guilt came crashing down upon his shoulders.  His first impulse was to go back inside and try to comfort her, but he had been asked to leave and knew he would do best to obey.

	As he turned his head, he nearly jumped to see Kelly standing right in front of him.  "What are you doing out of your chastity belt?" she demanded with a light scowl.

	"I, uh...well, I..." he stammered.  While he fumbled for words she slipped a paw into her own panties, then pressed a pair of wet fingers against his nose.  Like a magic spell, the simple gesture silenced him instantly and a couple of whiffs had a tent forming in his panties.  She forced her fingers into his mouth and grinned as he obediently sucked them.

	"For being such a naughty puppy and fooling around with Shayla without inviting me, you get to watch me fuck Kop, over and over and over."

	"B-but..." Lycan protested, only to be silenced by the civet.

	"That's right, I'm in heat, and I'm not stopping until I know for sure I'm having his babies.  Deal with it."

	She grabbed his collar and dragged him into her bedroom, where Kop was still sleeping peacefully.  With a few deft motions, Lycan's collar was securely fastened to the wall by a strong rope.  She peeled out of her clothes, then whipped back the sheets to reveal that Kop was quite nude, and quite erect.  The civet wasted no time in climbing atop his prone form and grinding her slit across his length, before impaling herself fully upon his shaft with a groan.

	The shock caused Kop to awaken with a snort.  "Huh, what's..?  Kelly?"

	She silenced him by collecting some of her juices on her fingertips and forcing them into his mouth, the taste of her heat easily pushing slumber from his mind.  Their hips began to roll in unison, the civet's breasts bouncing as she rode the wolf's hard dick, slow at first but soon quickening.  Lycan watched in horror as his wife and foster brother copulated, knowing that in Kelly's condition she would have a belly full of pups soon.

	The sound of panting grew steadily more intense, as if Kelly and Kop were competing.  The wolf's strong paws rest on her hips while she impaled herself over and over again.  Their pace had accelerated beyond the norm, the civet's raging hormones sent the encounter spiraling into a relentless sexual frenzy.  She dug her claws into Kop's chest and held on for dear life, Kop was bucking back nearly hard enough to throw her off of the bed.

	Only a few minutes later their voices blended into one as the pair yowled in climax, Lycan watched in horror as a white trickle ran out of his wife's pussy and pooled on Kop's sac.  After a few seconds of rest, Kop rolled over in one smooth motion without removing his cock so that he was on top.  Kelly dug her dull claws into his back and held on tight as the wolf started pounding her furiously.

	The wooden frame of the bed creaked in protest and the headboard smacked loudly against the wall with every slam, the noise being gradually drowned out by Kelly's rising voice.  She soon let out a deafening shriek of climax and the wolf's voice rose to follow mere seconds after.  With only a modicum of rest, Kop pulled out and rolled Kelly onto her side.  He lifted one of her legs and placed it across his shoulder, then rammed his still hard shaft into her once more, much to her delight.

	Lycan was mortified by the spectacle before him, and the implications of Kelly's receptive state, but for some reason he couldn't look away.  He dared not glance at his own crotch, but he could tell he had become extremely aroused by watching.  His cock strained against the tight panties he was wearing, but he tried desperately to ignore his baser impulses.  His wife was going to bear his brother's pups, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to be as disgusted with that fact as he felt he should be.  Like witnessing a train wreck, he just couldn't look away.

	The scene went on for hours, ever more elaborate positions and ever louder orgasmic cries.  Lycan saw it all, the unwilling captive audience unable to distract himself.  Just when he thought the terrible sight before him would drag on forever, Kop passed out.  Kelly tried a few times to rouse her lover, but he was out cold.  She dismounted and began to noisily suck his cock while slipping a paw between her thighs to rub herself to a juicy climax.

	After getting a mouthful of Kop's hot puppy juice, she made her way over to her whimpering husband and planted a forceful kiss on his lips.  She held his chin firmly to keep him from breaking the kiss, and watched with dark satisfaction as his eyes went wide to the taste of his step brother's cum.  She spat the entire mouthful into his muzzle before breaking the kiss, a thin string of white connecting their lips.  "Swallow it!" she ordered, grinning wickedly as she heard him gulp and watched him wince to the feel of hot man goo slithering down his throat.

	"Goodnight Lycan," Kelly whispered playfully, making sure he got a good look at her ass as she made her way back to bed.  She curled up with Kop and soon joined him in slumber.  Lycan sighed and slumped against the wall, still tethered to it by his collar and unable to get away.  It was a long time before sleep found his troubled mind, but weariness overcame him eventually.

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	Lycan blinked awake to the sound of a running shower.  He looked around the dark room in a slight daze, he couldn't remember anything but the most disturbing nightmare he'd ever experienced.  He tried to get up but felt a tug at his collar and reached back to feel a rope.  His eyes gradually adjusted to the dim morning light streaming through the window and he looked at the bed to see a lump under the covers.  He heard faint snoring and his nose was assaulted by the scent of a sex.

	Before he could put it all together, the shower stopped and Kelly stepped out of the bathroom while still toweling off.  She saw her husband was awake and smiled evilly.  The civet padded closer and kneeled, plunging two fingers into her freshly washed pussy and forcing them into his mouth.  He tasted her nectar obediently, eyes going wide.

	"That's right Lycan, his sperm took...heat's over, I'm pregnant with your brother's baby!"

	"But...but...but..."

	"You're going to take care of our cub though, like the good little bitch you are."

	"K-Kelly, you've gone too far this time!  This isn't a game anymore, I'm mad!  No more of this bullshit, we're moving out of this damn house and...and you're taking a morning-after pill, and we're gonna live as equals the way a husband and wife should!"

	A wheeze escaped his lips as her response came first in the form of a kick in the chest.  "It's so [i]adorable[/i] that you think you're in charge!"  She untied the rope binding him to the wall and pointed at the door.  "Get on your chores you little shit, and if you ever raise your voice to me again I'll neuter you."

	He stood shakily, subservient once more as she put the fear back in him.  "A-alright, I'll...get right on it.  Just tell me one thing Kelly...do you still love me?"

	She grabbed his wrist and harshly slung him to the floor, then firmly planted a footpaw on his back when he tried to get up.  She rifled through a dresser drawer and pulled out a muzzle.  The civet knelt to put the device on her husband's head, then stepped off of him.  "You may only remove that muzzle to eat.  If I hear you speak, or see you walk on two legs ever again your balls are gone, understand?"  Lycan nodded weakly and crawled out of the room on his paws and knees.

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	Ten years passed; Kelly and Shayla each bore a cub, Drath moved in and married Shayla, and Lycan had been allowed the use of knee pads but never regained the privileges of speech and standing upright.  The family had chosen to further humiliate him by adopting a couple of feral dogs and forcing him to copulate with them.

	The task was a humiliating one at first, but after the first few times Lycan learned to enjoy making love to Anya, the golden retriever.  It was the only pussy he could get and the release was welcomed.  Soft grunts escaped his bound muzzle as he rocked his hips in and out.  Anya slowly rocked back to every thrust, panting hotly and taking Lycan as deep as possible.  He tried to wedge his knot in, but her pussy was too tight and it wouldn't fit.

	Lycan's ears flattened as he heard giggling.  He knew Casey and Janet were watching.  He kept up what he was doing, a little ashamed of committing such an act in front of two young girls but knowing full well they would tell his owners of his disobedience if he stopped before finishing.  He tuned them out, and with a few more strokes he grunted and tensed up, emptying a load into Anya.  He rest for a moment, then slowly pulled out.  The retriever bitch instantly twisted around to lick herself, gathering up the excess seed that dribbled out of her pussy.

	"Eww, look at all that stuff!" Casey squealed, the little civet/wolf hybrid blushing deeply the whole time.

	"I thin Duncan's turn is next," Janet ordered, the little she-wolf grinning as evilly as her uncle.

	Lycan sighed and turned his rump in the direction of the male husky who had patiently watched and waited, then with a little hesitation lifted his tail.  The weight of the large dog came crashing down on his back and before he could do anything a thick doggy dick rammed into his tailhole.  He whimpered into the muzzle and shook uncontrollably as Duncan bred him like the bitch he was.  A slight relief came at the feel of Anya's warm tongue on his still hard shaft, her licking made the entire experience tolerable.  The girls giggled and jeered while watching the scene, humiliating him more than his siblings and wife could have ever hoped to.  Beneath all of the shame and regret, he knew that deep down in the core of his soul...he kind of liked it this way.