Kristy was on top of the world.

In this case, quite literally - she was sequestered at the top of her company's building, standing right at the window of the CEO’s private office, looking out at the streets below. It was raining… again. Did Monday always rain?! At this point, it was a track record - but for once, she wasn’t out there trudging besides the rain-soaked sluts and the frustrated men. Instead she was warm and dry in here, waiting for everyone to turn up for work. She’d come in with the boss, her boss… and her new owner. She relished that thought, licking her fangs gently as she toyed with the concept in her head - she’d made it. She’d really, truly made it.

That’s why she also felt on the top of the world metaphorically. She was above the other girls, from the gutter girl trash outside to the better, more sophisticated and obedient girls in here… but still, she was on top of them all. Of course, she realized she sounded like a total selfish bitch - which she wasn’t, for the most part. Only a few times did it show through, like giving that actual selfish bitch Kacie a proper place to sit in.

Scrubbing the cum off of every surface with her tongue, scrubbing the actual floors on her knees whilst dressed up in a catgirl maid outfit, made to be humiliated constantly in front of every fresh face who stepped paw in the building, whipped and spanked and edged till she was whimpering and begging…

But best of all, and Kristy was quite proud of herself for this one, she’d screwed Kacie over in terms of upwards mobility in society, through a pretty simple trick - she’d made her take Kristy’s place in her shared dorm.

Kristy used to run a fine line between making her rent in the rough tenement block she’d previously lived in… and becoming the building's communal bitch, a place she’d been desperate to stay away from. Her roommates themselves had been able to keep Kristy’s tallies up to par, as she’d always done her best to be a bent-over cock-riding cumslut for them, as a girl should of course…

But being forcefully indebted into being the communal bitch? That meant no tallies. The fucks, cock suckings, ball milkings? They weren’t worth a thing to a girl's tally-count, as repaying her debt took precedence. Of course, that kept her from moving up in society - having a lower tally count meant less opportunity, and more and more risk of being picked up and shipped off elsewhere, to poverty housing… or to the breeding farms. Kirsty shuddered as she remembered how close she’d gotten to being stuck in that downward spiral…

If she hadn’t landed this, where would she be…?

Well, it didn’t matter now - what did was that Kacie was gonna be stuck in that spiral now. Kirsty had done some pretty clever trickery - using her new position to review Kacie’s employment contract. Sure, she could have just terminated her and thrown her out to the street… but where was the fun in that? Instead, she’d tied her continued employment here at the company on the requirement that Kacie be the housing block bitch of Kirsty’s former place of residence.

Kacie couldn’t say no. She could hardly find another job like this, at this paycheck. At best, she’d might have been able to land a job at the Bouncing Lap restaurant, but that would mean a pay hit - and then, not enough cash to cover her own rent. Kacie had gone on and on about how her local area was a goldmine of better status guys to fuck - bankers, pilots, scientists… guys who’s fucks earnt her more tallies.

She would have been crushed if she had to move out to a lower income neighbourhood. So of course she took the new contract, signing it with a knot from their boss in her cunt, his cum pumping deep into her…

But little had she known what trick Kirsty had pulled, as she’d conveniently withheld the fact that the housing block community service was untallied… 

Kacie had almost missed work that day, an offence that would have left her stranded without a job - girls don’t get second chances, because why should they? If they wanted to keep their jobs, they’d show up. Nevermind that she was covered head to foot-paw in dripping cum, doing her very best to wipe it away from her eyes as she rushed in through the front door with only a minute to spare. Entirely naked, womb quite visibly bloated, bright red spank marks visible on her ass from a mile away. She’d stared daggers at Kristy when they made eye contact, but she only smiled back in response.

Over time, Kacie had mellowed as the treatment took a toll on her. She clearly wasn’t getting much sleep, and had even passed out whilst riding a few of her co-workers' cocks. They appeared to take pity on her, mainly since they were more than happy to get a lot more rough with her unconscious body before unceremoniously dumping her on the floor to be grabbed like the used cum rag she was for the next horny male in need of a desperate ball draining.

Her belly had started to grow not just with the excess cum, too - a fact that gave Kristy immense satisfaction. Knowing that the offspring of someone that Kacie deemed “below” her was an absolute treat - she’d always wished she had the nerve to report that thinking to the police. Women shouldn’t ever think of any male as below them, as it was a simple fact of life that a female’s place in the world was on her knees for a male's cock. She’d gotten so very close to doing it in the past, but had always stopped short due to the fact Kacie could very easily claim that Kristy was lying to get ahead…

And that brought on a very severe punishment if she was found guilty of that type of bitchy sabotage.

It was better to be smarter. The satisfaction she gained from playing the long game was more than enough to make up for having to put up with Kacie’s bullshit. In any case, it was behind her now - though she did wonder whether Kacie’s new-found commoner knock up was in part due to the new fertility supplement requirement.

Days after Kristy had attained her new position as the boss’s personal little bend-over fucktoy, he’d plopped down a proposal for her consideration. Although it was above her pay grade to be privy to new company policy, her boss had taken a liking to her skills… and thus wished to get her opinion on a matter. After all, she was in some part relevant due to: “The amount of puppies I’ll be pumping into you”, in his words. The new policy dictated that all female employees must be consuming multiple rounds of ultra-strength fertility pills whilst on company property. A simple new policy, and one supported by the company's financial department too, and Kristy certainly had no objections, even though she knew that her future would be defined by the output of her womb.

But that’s what women are good for, after all. Providing men with offspring, being their ball-milking cock-draining cub-factories. Kristy could see it now, having some daughter pups running around, sitting on their dads lap, getting a head start with their tally count and learning how best to be the most popular girls in school…

She felt a warm paw loop around her waist and settle on her slightly extended belly, rubbing softly as the fingers channeled through her fur. It wasn’t her paw - it was stronger, more loving. Possessive.

Extremely possessive, as it pulled her away from the window and spun her around. She looked up into the blazing eyes of her boss - and owner. She immediately sank down to her knees as his cock throbbed, jetting out a large splatter of precum directly onto her face as she dragged her tongue gently up his cock shaft and began teasing his tip. Her paws grasped onto  his knot to begin massaging him - and he seemed very appreciative of her well trained behaviour.

“Fuckmeat, I have some good news for you.” He began, as Kristy began letting his cockhead slip between her lips, her fingers squeezing his knot harder as one paw snuck down to tug on the base of his cock - an act that she knew with experience drove him wild. A loud pleasured grunt was all she needed to hear to know it was working.

“I’ve just had a resignation letter reach my office - from someone you desperately wanted-.. Hngmh..” he paused, grasping onto Kristy’s head as he began pumping his hips back and forth, stuffing the majority of his cock down her throat as his heavy, overfilled nutsack began slapping her face. Even with multi-hourly draining, his balls seemed impossible to empty. Even as Kristy spent every night having his nutsack spurt rope after rope of thick, fertile jizz into her oven-baking puppymaker, he would still have more.

She relished it immensely, knowing she could always have a free snack available - her belly never going a moment without being empty of the fresh, tasty, nutritious love that he produced. Her paws fondled and squeezed those fat fuzzy orbs, desperately trying to milk their contents already - and it didn’t take long for her to get her reward. She’d very quickly learnt exactly the way her boss liked to be sucked off, her tongue grinding hard against his sensitive tip, her paws alternating between squeezing his balls, and his gorgeous knot. Soon, his rocket was popping off into her mouth as she suckled like the good girl she was, gulping down rope after rope of thick, warm, fertile spunk. Her womb twitched at the fresh meal, crying out - wishing it had been pumped into her instead. Or perhaps it was simply her womb saying a big thank you, as she was eating for four now.

The lewd gulping sounds continued as his orgasm kept going, only tapering off after a minute of non-stop cum drinking. Kristy took a big deep breath of fresh air when his cum had finally stopped spurting from the tap, before an errant spurt splattered into her face. She didn’t recoil, only aimed her head up and made direct eye contact as she dragged her paw over the fresh cum splatter, collecting it and licking her tongue over her paw, not even blinking once as she did so.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl Kristy! I knew I made the right choice… here, get on my lap and have a look!” he complimented her, gently beckoning her with a paw. Kristy immediately jumped up onto her footpaws, licked her lips for stray cum, before turning around and lowering herself directly onto her boss’s lap - and his still hard, twitching cock. She made sure to aim her pussy right on his tip - finding the perfect spot, and lowering herself down… and down. His warm love rod began sliding to its rightful home, as she let out a soft huff of pleasure. Her cunt was dripping with desire and she needed this so very much…

With a soft “Fuck~!” she managed to sit all the way down, hovering just above his knot. She felt so very full, completely filled in every way - of course physically… but spiritually too. Having this cock in her made everything feel good in the world. It was her place in this universe to have a cock stuffed in her, any hole would do - but most of all, her pussy. It was only natural after all, since cocks were made just to slide into their rightful homes… why else would it feel so good?

Kristy began gently bouncing up and down on that glorious knot, grinding her pussy into it as she looked up at what her boss wanted to show her - a resignation letter. She licked her lips again, the cum all gone, but this time it was in satisfaction. Right at the bottom of the page was Kacie’s name, and lipstick mark where she’d kissed the paper. She began to bounce harder, faster, her whole body tingling both with the mixing pleasure of sex… and of getting that stupid little whore out of the office! Finally~!

“Bet you’re proud of yourself, huh?” came a warm voice in her ear, causing Kirsty to basically melt into him. She loved that tone of voice he gave her, wriggling into her mind as she bounced and bounced like a good girl does. His paws gripped her hips and pulled down, making her slowly begin to take his knot with every bounce; it squeezed in further and further every time…

Bounce… bounce… bounce…

Before with a pop, he suddenly yanked her down and forced it deep inside as it swelled, locking the pair together. Another batch of fresh cum began splattering the inside of her womb this time, jets of virile spunk slamming into her internals, marching on her eggs… though this time, there wasn’t enough space past the growing cubs to host another litter. It would have to wait its turn before her womb was free again for a fresh batch to take root. Though, Kristy was pretty sure the moment her womb was emptied, she’d be getting it refilled…

“Y-yes! I’m s-so proud of myself!” she squeaked out in an post-orgasmic blissful sigh, relaxing into his body as his fluffy paws held her tight. Kristy’s tail swished back and forth gently, before she let out a squeak of pure delight as her tail was suddenly yanked, a bolt of electric fire rushing through her spine.

“Good fucking girl. Now, you’ll watch as I let her go, okay?” he whispered into her ear, nibbling gently right on the tip before he leaned over to pick up the desk phone. Tapping a single number, he speed-dialed the security guys down at the front door…

“I need Kacie brought to my office please. Carry her in.” He barked, before putting the phone down and waiting. Kristy waited too, lovingly grinding her hips back and forth on his lap as she felt his knot pulsate and twitch inside of her. She was just starting to realize he’d likely still be knotted to her during Kacie’s exit, before Derek and Gus, the two hyena guards down on the front lobby, brought Kacie in - suspended between them as they carried her like a sack of meat. They flung her on the ground in front of the desk, letting her get to her feet on her own, which was quite the humiliating spectacle.

“Thanks, you two. You can stay for this - I’ll likely need you.” He ordered them, and the two hyenas shared a glance between each other. It was a given that they’d likely have to escort Kacie out of the building, but was that really what the boss had meant? It certainly sounded like he meant… something else, but what?

“Kacie, bend over.” The boss ordered, staring down at the little fuckmeat in front of him. Kristy was still firmly on his lap, and she felt his cock tremble in delight as Kacie began to move closer to the desk… before she stopped, and looked up at him. “But.. I resigned? That means I don’t have to follow your-” she suddenly cut herself off with a big gasp, clamping her paws over her mouth.

The room went silent. Deathly silent. Even Gus and Derek held their breath. Kristy was stunned by Kacie’s complete and utter lack of self-preservation. She’d just made probably one of the worst mistakes a girl could make in her life, besides selling herself to the breeding farms voluntarily - she’d said that she didn’t need to follow a male's orders.

She could feel her boss stiffen up, taking a deep breath. Kacie looked utterly horrified, tears springing to her eyes as she tried to prepare herself for the verbal equivalent of a nuclear assault. But it didn’t come - instead, it was much, much worse. The ice in her boss’s voice was clear as the brightest day, and it made even Kristy shiver in fright a little. How utterly stupid was Kacie? She had basically given up all of her rights by saying those few words - she might even be thrown in prison for the dangerous offenders to play with as punishment for that awful crime. Perhaps she could be shown a little leniency since she didn’t technically finish the sentence… but everyone knew what she was going to say.

“Bend. Over.” Just two words came out of his mouth, but they spoke volumes. Kacie immediately complied like she should have earlier, bending over the desk and flipping up her ultra-microskirt to show off her exposed cunt. It was still dripping with arousal even though she was terrified… perhaps an effect of all the pills she’d been forced to take.

“Gus.” The boss called out to the hyena, who instantly snapped up in an alert state, awaiting orders. “Behind that painting, to your right.” The boss pointed it out: A promotional painting for “Slut School”, an award-winning multiple sequel movie about female cubs and the school system. “Grab one of the pens.” He added, and Kacie’s entire body quivered - her fur standing on end. She didn’t even need to see the type of pen that Gus was about to grab, it was the sheer fact that they were hidden like that that gave it away.

She even felt a little twinge of empathy for Kacie, though it was fleeting.

“W-wait-” Kacie began to whimper, before the boss rounded on her: “Shut the fuck up, useless whore.” he ordered her, and Kacie did so - but the tears dripping from her eyes gave away how she really felt. She did her best not to watch, but Kristy saw her eyes follow Gus as he found the pens hidden behind the painting, pulling out a black with golden trim pen. Kristy shivered, knowing what was coming, and Kacie’s ears dripped onto the floor. She began breathing in faster and harder, starting to truly panic.

“I’m, I’m s-so-..” she began to speak, but the boss slammed a paw down on the table to silence her as his face contorted in rage. “You do NOT speak unless ALLOWED. What the fuck is wrong with you, girly? Do you not know your place? Have you suffered a major injury that prevents you from following the most basic principles of respect and dignity?”

Kacie was thankfully smart enough not to reply, tears streaming down her cheek as Gus drew closer with the pen. Those were rhetorical questions, not meant to be answered. The boss sighed, straightening his tie a little, before gently grasping Kristy’s hips and beginning to tug her upwards. She let out a soft squeak of pleasure as his knot teased her abused entrance, and it took a moment before either of them noticed any progress. Once it was confirmed that it was possible, Kristy began trying to wriggle off of the knot too - and after another twenty seconds, a loud pop signalled the escaping knot… if Kristy’s moan didn’t make it clear enough.

The boss moved over to Kacie, grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked it tight, digging his claws into the fabric - ripping it off of her like a rag. Kacie didn’t jump, but she did let out a soft whimper… which, very thankfully, went unpunished. Her torn, destroyed shirt was discarded onto the floor as the boss took the pen from Gus, making a show of uncapping the point. Kacie’s body shivered as he brought it closer to her back - and then she cried harder as the pen made contact, right on her left shoulder. It was dragged down to her right hip, then placed on her right shoulder and dragged to her left hip - forming a big, golden X over her back.

This was absolutely devastating. Even Kristy’s stomach felt cold at the sight. Kacie had just been barred from employment, anywhere and everywhere - the only thing she could do now was basic street bitch work, working a slut pole, cum wall, sperm collection… or just basic, pathetic prostitution. It was one of the harshest punishments men  of her boss’s status could give - and he could also specify a length of time to serve this punishment. Technically, the maximum he could give without any form of police involvement was 10 years - though a few had been known to be given harsher sentences.

Kristy could see him pondering the length. Kacie cried as her back burned under the shame of the X, her tail drooped down onto the floor and her pussy forced to drool arousal…

Eventually, he figured out the answer. Kristy waited as he began to write - and then a big golden 5 was plastered onto the small of her back. Owch. Not the worst of the worst  but… still, owch. But for Kacie, it still was the worst - the very fact she had to go through this made this day the worst of her entire life! Her paws held on so tight to the desk that they threatened to leave permanent marks in it, as the ground below was mixing with her tears, alongside the shameful dripping wetness from her cunt.

The boss stepped away, handing the pen to Gus who looked at it for a moment, as if it were a weapon, before carrying it back to its hiding place and returning it. No words had to be spoken between the two, and the silence was only broken by soft sobbing from Kacie, alongside a few sniffles. Kristy pitied her… kinda. Mostly because this could, technically, happen at any point to her. Men were the ones who chose a woman's future after all, and if she wasn’t on her best behaviour, she too could be bent over the desk having her back displaying that big golden X.

“Get her outta here, you two. Thanks.” Came the short order, and both Gus and Derek moved in tandem either side of Kacie, grasping her by the shoulders and hoisting her up. They practically dragged her out of the room, but Kristy saw Derek take hold of her thighs and lift her up just as the pair got to the elevator. The doors opened and  Kristy watched as Derek’s paw began sliding between her thighs against Kacie’s crotch…

And then the doors shut.

Silence hung in the air for only a moment, before Kristy slowly padded up behind her boss, reaching around to gently rub the base of his knot with her paw as she pressed her body into him. She felt his cock throb in delight, responding positively to the treatment,  as his head swung around to look at her.

“Now, for much more positive news - I’m taking you out to dinner soon. I’ve got you a new outfit, just for this occasion.” He told her, smirking a little as he moved back to the desk and opened up a drawer. Kristy was momentarily confused - how could an outfit fit in that small drawer? But the answer came soon enough, as all it produced were two golden, sparkly nipple piercings, alongside a singular smaller studded piercing, and a tiny stretch of fabric connecting all three. The nipple-piercings were specifically a bar-piercing, that held a chain from which dangled a small knotted cock.  Kristy gulped as she saw them, already feeling the embarrassed shame that would come later that day.

“You’ll be wearing this, and this alone. I need to show you off, because I might have caught the best little personal petwife in town…” he flattered her, causing her womb to twitch in delight as she broke into an embarrassed, shy smirk, her cheeks blushing red. What a cutie.

“I love them, t-thank you so much!” she shyly murmured, causing a soft chuckle to erupt from his throat as he placed the nipple piercings onto the desk. “I can’t wait to admire you tonight, make sure you keep your chest puffed out so everyone can get a good look…”

Kristy’s ovaries twitched hard as her cunt drooled arousal down her legs, her tail wagging fast.

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It didn’t take long for Kristy to see what had happened to Kacie. In the hustle and bustle of the streets, her ears flicked as she caught the familiar voice calling out amongst the many others. Of course, it had to compete with the moans and groans of girls getting their wombs filled, guys having their balls drained - the streets were a hodgepodge of varying figures, male and female, all manner of species. The positions were all varied too, from the basic bending over or held against the wall, to the more unique acts of dexterity displayed from those using light poles as stripper poles.

Kristy had just passed another slutwall, the loud slapping of balls slamming into hips stuck in the wall filling her ears, before the voice made her look up from her feet, and really look around the area. She was used to just tuning it all out, ignoring the calls for sex from the whores, ignoring the paws that squeezed her tits, spanked her ass, checked her for panties. She didn’t even know why the voice got her attention, there wasn’t really any reason for her to be listening out  for anything, nor anyone…

Except, perhaps that was a lie. Maybe subconsciously, she’d been hoping to stumble across someone. It had only been a few days, but she just knew deep inside her somewhere that she’d find her here. She wouldn’t dare show her tits outside the building, but close by was good enough. Kristy looked up properly for once, looking all the way down the street, waiting for a passing breed bus to move, before her eyes saw her workplace ahead. You could probably even see her from up there, if you got lucky.

Kacie was working the streets like a proper gutter trash street whore. Her glow up from a slutty, but still somewhat professional office worker into a complete cock hungry cum craving whore. Gone was the tiny, tight office skirt that covered enough to be workplace friendly, but not enough to protect her from any advances. Now, it was replaced with a disgustingly short little pink micro-microskirt that was better described as a belt. Literally, in this case - the “skirt” was barely two inches, maybe even a single inch long!

It gave Kristy, as well as everyone else who looked at her, a clear view of her crotch - which was decked out with what was one of the most scandalous pieces of clothing one could wear. Even Kristy was a little wary of even looking at it, considering the implications. Kacie had a little string running over her crotch, digging right into where her thighs and crotch met, creating the shape of what could be described as a pair of panties. Her entire crotch was exposed in the middle, as the strings really didn’t cover much, but it was still toeing the line dramatically. In a world where sex was the norm, trying to cover up with a pair of panties was one of the worst crimes one could commit - and wearing a piece of clothing so closely mimicking them? It was playing with fire…

But it seemed to be doing its job well. Kristy knew the point of wearing that was to entice men into using her, to show her the errors of her ways, to assert their dominance over her. The evidence of its effectiveness was clear as day - as thick ropes of cum continually dribbled out from her used and abused pussy. Her thighs were covered in the stuff, naturally, but they hardly stood out considering her entire body seemed to have been used as a canvas. It was humiliating, filthy, nasty - but she took it with pride, having all of her fur matted with sticky cum, her face covered in it except for her eyes. She’d obviously had to wipe it off quite a few times, considering the amount that was dripping from one of her paws. It was an utterly diabolical display, a truly incredible sight of a filthy cum slut, who was desperate for as much healthy sperm to cover her body as possible.

The sight was incredibly satisfying to Kristy, seeing her formal rival reduced to such a cum soaked rag, a toy to use and abuse, pump and dump, bend over to breed and release. She hadn’t even realized that she’d stopped walking to admire the sight, before a rough paw grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away from the center of the crowd, closer and closer to the slut-stalls. Kristy momentarily panicked, thinking she might have been mistaken for one of the workers, but when that paw let go and she saw the warm, teasing eyes of a completely pure white-furred wolf male, her curiosity peaked. He didn’t seem to be looking at her in that usual hungry way that men did…

“You interested in one of these toys, cute stuff?” he asked her, his voice like a song as he tried to cover up his obvious amusement. Kristy’s tail twitched for a moment in embarrassment as she suddenly became self-conscious about how she must have appeared - a female in the street, stood still watching other girls perform. The majority of women didn’t do that, preferring to move away from the sights and get to their destinations with as little downtime to be bent over and fucked as possible. So, she couldn’t fault him for his actions at least…

“Oh, no, I uhm… I knew her, that’s all.” She carefully chose her words, not wanting to be caught lying - that was a huge danger, and she certainly didn’t want to run that risk right now. So she passed it off with a technical truth - she did, in fact, know who Kacie was. The random wolf male smirked at that, looking between her and Kacie…

“Oh yeah? A sister of yours? Friend? Former enemy~?” he rattled off some mock guesses, accidentally landing on a correct one in the process. Kristy bit her lip and smirked back, giving a very gentle nod. “Yeah, one of those!” she confirmed, watching as the cogs in his head began to turn whilst he looked at her. She glanced back at Kacie, and in order to help him along - stuck out her tongue slightly in a little blep motion.

“Oh, I seeee~!” he chuckled to himself, figuring it out. He didn’t bother prying for extra details,  as the inter-personal disputes and spats between fuck-holes didn’t concern him. But, he did find a certain idea forming in his mind very, very tempting. He looked back at the whore this girl had been eyeing up, adopting a sweet, endearing smile - and moving up to her, grasping onto her wrist.

“Hey cum-tank, get down here… I wanna verify how good you’d be for my friends, don’t be a disappointment.” He ordered her, and Kacie had no choice but to obey like a good girl does. Thankfully she wasn’t servicing a client at the moment, as Kristy didn’t wanna be late for work… no matter how much she wanted to see what would unfold. The white wolf grasped Kacie by the hips as she got in range, yanking her close to him before sliding a paw roughly up her front to cup her tits, squeezing and jiggling them in delight as he licked his lips.

“Mnf… very hefty here, aren’t you? Are you carrying some milk in these puppies?” he asked, and Kacie sheepishly nodded, not wanting to give verbal confirmation to the fact she’d known for a while now - she was pregnant. The male grinned, leaning down to run his tongue over a nipple before grasping onto it with his mouth, sucking gently - and Kristy got to see his throat swallowing for a moment before he pulled back up.

“Very tasty… good girl, cock milker!” he jeered, signalling with a finger for her to turn around, which she did. Kacie didn’t spend even a moment's hesitation whenever a male’s orders were involved - and Kristy noticed that not once had she even come close to making eye contact. Perhaps that was for the better.

“Too bad I can’t put my own puppies in here… oh well, maybe I’ll hang around here again just for you! Ain’t that kind of me, hm?” he teased, leaning close to Kacie’s ears as he did so. “Yes sir, v-very kind!” she quickly replied, a shiver going through her body as the male gently nibbled on her ear. Or perhaps that shiver was for the knowledge that at any point in the future, he could make good on his promise…

Kristy hadn’t noticed when the male got his cock out, but she certainly noticed once he grasped it in a paw to line it up with Kacie’s exposed, wet cunt. Long, large and knotted - typical for canines, it trembled in the open air as his heartbeat sent powerful throbs through the impressive organ. She even involuntarily licked her lips as she saw it, before it was cruelly taken away from her vision - and instead, stuffed inside Kacie.

Kristy had expected her not to even react, perhaps so accustomed to being a personal cock-sleeve by now that the sensation might have worn down a little. But she was surprised to hear Kacie let out a little yelp of surprise mixed with pleasure. Perhaps a little pain too, as the initial insertion hadn’t been the gentlest. But she gripped her paws and took it like a good bitch - which was all she really could do in this situation. 

The wolf male clearly didn’t want to wait around either - his hips rapidly slamming into Kacie’s and causing her to squeal in delight, whilst one paw of his fondled at her plump chest, squeezing at her tits like he was trying to milk her… and, in fact, was succeeding. Kristy saw a few droplets of milk dribble out of her nipples, a distinct colour from the usual coating of cum everywhere else. His other paw drew back and impacted her plump, wobbly ass with a loud, lewd smack - again, and again, and again. She squealed every time, a sound which only brought his paw back down again harder, faster. A bright red paw-print soon began showing on her abused rear cushions, whilst his knot hammered and bullied her poor, defenceless cunt.

Kristy knew she was meant to stay and watch. Though she’d have preferred to keep going and make it early into work this morning - it was better to watch. She didn’t want to invite any trouble. So she stood there like a mute little sheep, watching her former co-worker and enemy getting utterly reamed by a strong, powerful male who very clearly was relishing every second of this. His balls began twitching in the open air, an obvious signal that they weren’t going to be keeping back the horde of his cum for long.

With a final powerful slam, he forced his knot deep inside Kacie whilst his balls began pumping warm, fertile, sticky spunk deep into her already-bred oven. Perhaps the power of his sperm might even give her another litter, backed up and ready for cooking after this batch of cubs was done. He let out a cute lil’ groan of delight whilst his body emptied all his fertile sperm inside that waiting bitch, his god-given right as a male to do. Kacie couldn’t do anything except wait, to take it like a little breeding bitch, to stand there whilst his knot pulsed and throbbed with powerful jets of warm, sticky cum. Her paw gently slid down over her belly to feel his cock, his cum. It felt good.

Once he’d expended as much of his rich puppybatter as he could, he beckoned Kristy - and gave her a big smooch on the lips. She was taken by surprise and didn’t protest, not that she would of course, before he waved her off with a little smile.

“Catch you another time then, wobble-ass…”

She shivered at the words, but quickly moved off down the street, heading to work. A quick glance at her watch confirmed she’d be alright - no running late. But she did hope she didn’t end up stuck on that guy's knot one morning, and end up missing her check-in time…

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That night was the night of the dinner party her boss had mentioned a few days ago. When the work shift had ended, his paws had gently guided her away from his desk and towards the large mirror tucked at the back of his office. Not many people ended up using it, since the majority of them would be at the front of the office, so Kristy knew something was up. When she saw her newly gifted… “outfit” laid out on a chair, she put two and two together.

“Dinner tonight, master?” she gently asked, to which he only nodded in reply, with a hungry smile on his muzzle. She smiled back and stripped off the little office skirt she wore, alongside the tight shirt, and stood there nude for him. She noticed him instinctively move forward as if to take her there and then, but for once he actually managed to withstand the urge - seems like he really wanted to see her wearing his outfit. Instead, he diverted to the garment and grasped it in a single paw, bringing it over.

“Stay still, pet. I want to make sure you wear this right.” He told her, and Kristy didn’t object even though she was sure that she’d be able to put it on fine. It was probably an excuse to - ooh… his warm tongue slid gently over her clit, preparing her as he brought the clit-piercing close. Kristy did her best to stand as still as possible as he attached it, grinding his tongue and fingers into her clit and cunt whilst he did so. It was hard… but she managed it. She was a very good girl after all.

Her boss-owner then brought the nipple-piercing parts up to her nipples, the tiny strings connecting them to her clit-piercing grinded hard into her clit, which was already stiff and throbbing. The outfit's primary humiliation was rapidly becoming apparent - any movement she made would bring intense pleasure as it slid and rubbed her most sensitive areas. She suddenly let out a squeal as both of her nipples were pinched, hard, before her owner-master applied the piercings to them.

“There, don’t you look pretty~?” he whispered to her, gently grasping her head and lifting her gaze to the mirror - another paw looping around her chest to very gently tug on the chain linking her two nipple piercings. Kristy let out a soft moan as he did so, her legs twitching softly which only made the string grind into her clit harder…

“Seems like you like it, good! You’ll be wearing it all night. Now, let's go, I have a car ready…”

Kristy very nearly had an orgasm before she even got to the car, but she bit her lip and kept it under wraps - barely. It was exceptionally tough, but she wanted to show her owner she could do it! And her efforts were rewarded, as when she clambered into the car and got oh-so tantalizingly close to the edge, she noticed his eyes glimmer in pride and amusement. She was doing good. The thought of having to keep this up throughout the night however… now that was a little frightening. Hopefully, he’d take pity on her. 

The drive was short and uneventful, besides the slight bumps here and there from the road, which caused that string to dig in a little harder. Kristy yelped softly, but otherwise kept her cool. Her boss took her paw like that of a lover once they arrived at an exceptionally fancy restaurant, in a part of the city that Kristy had never been to before. However the clientele, the red carpets, the bright lights and sleek, modern design of everything was just screaming “rich, fancy and elite”. Plus, some of the faces she saw around her… celebrities, TV personalities, even a politician! This was something special for sure.

And there she was, standing amidst all of it, all the noise and people and eyes - eyes that went to her, to her body, her exposed body… it made her shiver in embarrassment mixed with delight. Her nipple-chain jingled as she was walked into the restaurant, past all the crowds and people, some of which gave little whistles to her boss. He’d caught a good one.

She wasn’t the only woman here who was dressed up, however. She noticed a fox woman who held herself very poshly, yet was dressed up in a kinky kitty attire - cat ear thigh highs, arm warmers, and a large buzzing vibrator visible strapped to her pussy. Kristy was a little jealous of that, her own pussy feeling exceptionally bullied right now as it leaked girljuice onto the floor, throbbing in need as it screamed for an orgasm - but she moved slowly, not bringing herself to orgasm just yet. Not here in the crowd, in front of everyone.

Surely it must look good for her, right? To withstand the pleasure, to show that she could control herself - except for when her boss needed her. She’d forgo her own personal pleasure to make sure the only pleasure she could feel was that of her boss’s. Making a good impression was important.

Her boss brought her to a table with a bright “reservation” sign on it - and took a seat. He was holding her paw, and hadn’t let go - so Kristy was left standing there next to him, looking like a perfectly moulded model. She could feel hungry eyes devouring her though she did her best not to look around. She didn’t let go of her owner-boss either, suddenly realizing this dinner wasn’t for her. Maybe she’d get a few scraps, but this clearly wasn’t for them to share. Which begged the question… who would it be with?

The answer didn’t take long - but unfortunately for Kristy, she didn’t recognise it. Another male took the other spot of the table, bringing with him his own personal pet. This one was just completely naked, no special outfit for her. Kristy felt a little warm spot in her heart as she noticed this, realising that her boss clearly liked her enough to give her a special outfit to wear tonight. She’d known from past visits from other high-up corporate males that their attached pets tended to not be afforded such luxury… she really must be special.

That thought warmed her to her core, even as the temperature in the restaurant dropped a little, causing her nipples to stiffen up a little more. No doubt that was intentional. Kristy’s eyes met with the other pet on display - a young wolf girl, mostly black but with a few white streaks in her  fur. She looked very pretty, and Kristy was trying to figure out her age, since she looked… quite young.

“This is my new little pet Kristy, isn’t she a fucking hottie?” came her boss-masters voice, and his paw suddenly slapped hard against her thick rump, causing it to wobble and jiggle from the impact. She let out a soft little adorable squeak, causing her boss to grin as he brought her a little more forward, running his finger against her clit… and grinding the piercing in a little more.

“I splurged on this little thing for her, it really hangs well on her. Good tits, perfect for milking once this womb grows with my offspring. A fucking fantastic cunt that I’ve been dumping so much love into that I might actually have to pop a pill just to keep up with how hungry it is! And, of course, the softest rear-cushion a man could ask for… she’s fucking perfect, and even better? She’s demonstrated what she’ll do to make sure she stays by my side. It’s adorable, and I’m definitely keeping this one as a wife.” He happily listed off her attributes and his thoughts to his company, who only smiled and raised his glass to her.

“Trust me, I’m jealous. I brought my daughter and there’s definitely some improvements I could make to her. For one, she’s really not a fan of anal… an issue I definitely want to address before she reaches full adulthood. In fact, would you mind…?” he left that sentence open with a questioning gaze, and Kristy’s boss-master immediately picked up on it, rising from his seat. As he passed Kristy, he paused before dipping into his pockets to take out some small contraption. Her eyes widened as he stooped to attach it to her clit-piercing, sticking it right over her erect, pulsating clit. As he began to move closer to his company's daughter, Kristy suddenly spasmed as the device delivered a concentrated, powerful electric shock directly onto her clit!

Her paws clenched tight as an orgasm was suddenly, without warning, rammed through her nervous system whilst mixing with the muscle-locking effects of electricity. It only shocked her for a moment, but it was enough to cause her to stiffen up whilst her brain overloaded from orgasmic bliss, her cunt trembling as a sudden eruption of girl-juice slid down her thighs. Holy fuck that was outstanding-

And now it was vibrating. Slowly, but it was picking up the pace as Kristy watched her boss slide his pants down and slap his fat, pulsating, drooling cock onto the daughter’s ass. She did her best not to betray her feelings, but Kristy saw in her eyes that she was worried, feeling that warm throbbing meat against her. Kristy’s boss-daddy grasped the daughters arms and gently moved them to the table, pulling her hips back - causing her to bend over slightly.

She knew what was coming as he aimed his cockhead at the young wolf’s anus, but just as he began to push inside, the daughter gasping as he did so, Kristy’s cunt was assaulted by another massive jolt of electricity, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out an orgasmic yelp as another orgasm crashed through her. Kristy’s legs shook as she struggled to keep herself upright and on-balance. She struggled, though, and she had to hold on to the table to do so.

Her boss, however, didn’t seem to notice - he had a fun new toy to break in and wrangle, and it felt incredible. The daughter let out a soft groan as his cock stuffed its way deep inside her rear, his knot smooching the inner ring of her anus. Her paws clasped onto the table too, and her eyes caught Kristy’s gaze - the two sharing a gentle smile before the daughter winced as the knot fully stuffed itself into her anal cavity.

After that milestone, Kristy’s master-boss immediately began a much more rougher, harder fucking than he usually gave Kristy. His paw slapped down again and again on that plump rump in front of him, causing the daughter to squeak every time he did. His knot plunged in and out of her rump, soon slamming in tandem with every slap of her ass. Kristy watched like a good girl does, her clit immediately rushing back to the peak due to the vibrating device stuck there - and she did her best to prepare herself for the next orgasm-shock.

Unfortunately for her, no matter how much she might want to try to mentally prepare - she couldn’t. The shock that slammed into her cunt felt even more overwhelming than the first two - and she squealed from the pleasure, her knees giving out as she dropped to her knees, then onto her chest as an extra sudden shock slammed through her! Her brain was utterly unprepared for that, and her legs spasmed and twitched as both orgasm mixed and slammed together, burning out her nervous system with exceptional pleasure.

She lay there panting, her eyes sliding over to her boss-master and the daughter - his hips continually slamming into her, the entire table shaking and rocking from the impact, the girl whose anus he was bullying doing her best to keep it together, to hold off, to not give in to-

Her boss-master shoved his cock forward hard, and forced his knot deep inside as it immediately began swelling up, forcing her anus to stretch around his fat meat-rod… and finally, she orgasmed. Her paws clenched the table even harder, her eyes rolling up as her pussy twitched and erupted with tasty girljuice, a few droplets managing to splash onto Kristy’s face - which scrunched up in orgasmic bliss once more as another strong surge of current pulverized her clit, causing her whole body to shake and quake in delight-

Before her vision went dark, her brain finally overloaded too much from orgasms, from pleasure. The last thing she remembered before waking up in her boss’s arms the next day, in his bed, whilst he rubbed her belly… was his face, smiling at her warmly, and a few words:

“You’re such a good girl, Kristy.”