Veronica Mauville, Clinical Therapist A lone wolf stands at the entrance to the door, staring at those words. Reading them over and over, his paw in a constant cycle of rising and falling. He hesitates for more than four minutes there, long enough for the figure inside to have noticed his presence. She doesn't say anything, though, just sits in her comfortable plush leather chair flipping through the pages of a book. Knock-knock-knock. "Come in, Mister Snow." Called the mature rabbit woman from inside. She unfolded her legs and turned to the creaking door as it opened, withdrawing a pen and notebook from between her cleavage. Her ears had long since drooped back, reaching down to just above her stomach, and several golden piercings ran along them. She wore a dress shirt that barely fit over her bust, brown-rimmed thick glasses, and a deep blue cardigan, a very skimpy skirt that revealed her bright white panties that matched her bright white fur. She normally had brown fur, but it was midsummer and her coat bleached white to keep her cool. "...Hey, doc." The knock at the door to the therapist's office had come from a wolf, who held his arm and side-eyed her, as if he was afraid to look at her. He stepped cautiously into the room, his foot frozen in midair for a few seconds. He pondered just leaving, but he was already too deep. His clothes were raggedy, baggy jeans too big for him, rarely washed. He wore a light jacket with residual beer stains in it. His fur was a stained gray, and he wasn't exactly the tallest. Even his bunny therapist nearly equalled him in height, and she barely reached 5'2". "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Snow? You seem… restrained." She gestures towards the long couch, and he fidgets with his clothing as he sits down, scratching the fabric repeatedly. "I-i-I don't know, doc. I've just been… staring at 'em. When I go to the bar, and some show-bunny walks in and wiggles her tail, I just… I've been tryna think of if it's just stress from work, from being cooped up in that warehouse, but…" He trails off, still not once looking directly into her eyes since the moment he came into the office. "How long have you been having this problem?" The doctor adjusts her glasses so the reflection obscures her eyes. She leans forward, her bust bouncing in the revealing dress shirt she wears, as she brushes her long ears back behind her head. "It's been-... Ever since I started drinking. No, like, maybe it's why I started drinking. They've started to give me weird looks, sometimes, and I know I need help. I don't wanna be a creep, doc. What do I do- do I- I gotta take a pill? Do I hafta sit in a loony room with my arms tied?" The scratching stops as he clutches his sleeve, bracing himself for bad news. "No, nothing so serious, Mister Snow., I've seen your case before. I think I have just the kind of radical treatment you need to release some of that tension." "Don't tell me we're gonna do that pendulum-clock thing again. It doesn't work." "No, no. My methods before were vastly inferior for your… advanced stage. Please, come this way." She reassures, placing her paw on his. He relaxes slightly, finally looking up at her, and she smiles. Their paws lock together, and he stands up. They stare into each other's eyes for a brief moment, and she walks backwards, leading him to her bookcase. Upon placing the book she was reading back, the bookcase slides to the left via an automated mechanism. She nonchalantly leads him through the secret passageway, and he begins doing double takes as the bookcase shuffles back into place. "...Doc, what is this? Why's it so dark down here?" He finally opens up as they come to a barely illuminated, dingy hallway in the building adjacent to the clinic. The only three lights in the hallway are parallel to two doors on either side, each of them with a see-through glass window and all but one with the lights on inside, giving the hallway an eerie glow. "Ah, yes, this is perfect. Please, take a look through this window." Therapist Veronica indicates, stopping at the first door on their left. The troubled wolf apprehensively looks between her and the door. Every time he looks back at her, the seemingly innocent smile on her face widens. He's still clasped tightly to her handpaw, and she's not letting him go, so he complies, only to step back in surprise a moment later. "Ah, jeez, what the hell-" "Please… hff- Please describe what you are seeing, sir." Veronica's eyes are twinkling, and she's pressing her thighs closer together. Her panties are… shining, a dewy, refldctive, transparent shine. "Well, it's a-" He pauses, looking in the window once more. "There's a woman in there. She's got a giant ass. I think it's a beef cow? And she's standing over a tub, like, uh… testing the water. I think she's about to take a bath?" "Good, okay. How does that make you feel?" "Doc…" "Answer the question, please." "...Okay, uh… Kinda horny, I guess. Makes me picture, uh… like, if I ever had a girl, what I'd do to her if I walked in on her like that." "Yes, yes! Progress. Visualize it. What would you do to her?" She comes closer to him, gripping onto his arm and staring into his eyes. Her glasses misalign on her face from her "Well, I would… I'd grab her from behind… I'd uh, I'd take off my clothes first, and… y'know, I'd-" "Okay, now pause there." "Wh-" "Now, she's not your wife. You don't know her, but you want her. Don't worry, she's in on it, she's fine with it. You can do whatever you want to her. Okay?" Her breathing is labored. She presses a paw against his back, looking up at him affectionately. "...Doc, what is this?" "Whatever you want. Now. Go!" The doctor moans lustily, shoving the confused patient into the lit bathroom and quickly locking the door. He looks back to try and leave, but the 'click!' Of the latch and the twisted, lust-broken face of the voyeuristic therapist fills the space in the window, her audible heavy breathing the only faint noise in the enclosed space save the sound of the thick-thighed cow lady humming as she stirred a finger in the bathwater. She didn't seem to notice either of them there, or the door opening, or the figure slowly taking one step after another behind her, whether she was deaf or had something wrong with her or was just a paid actress performing her role was unclear. She did respond, however, with a sultry sway of the hips, inviting her new guest to his desires. "Agh, come on, doc, I don't- I can't… I mean, no offense, lady, but-" "Can't what?" "I can't hurt her, I-" "So, you want to hurt her?" "I-..." "Continue, please. This won't end until you accept it… You have to. Hurt her." "Hurt me." Came a meek little voice, quiet, yet noticeably mature. It took him by surprise when the giant shaking ass spoke to him, but when he turned to face her, she was staring directly at him, with her eyes gleaming lustfully. A long strand of her juices slowly fell from her exposed slit, and her folds winked at him as she clenched herself up to tease him, as though invisible hands were groping and presenting her. "I… Are you… sure…?" "It's why I'm here… and why you're here." She admits, before turning back around and spreading her legs slightly. He slowly approaches, like a cautious predator stalking its prey. The sound of his belt unbuckling makes her shake her rear harder. The sound of his pants dropping makes her jump. She gasps when his warm hands grasp her curves, and presses herself back into him. "Hi, honey. I made you a bath…" She coos. "Would you like to-" She begins to tease, slowly massaging his crotch with her perfect ass, bouncing on the balls of her heels in order to cover up more of his now full, thick, pulsing rod between her ass cheeks. She was abruptly cut off by his hand on the back of her head, and her eyes widened in the reflection on the tiling. "Hon- EE- lllblblbglblgp-" She continued, her head fully submerged under the water. She tried to place her paws on the rim of the tub to brace herself, but he plunges himself inside her dripping sex, punching his cock as deep inside her as it would go. She shudders, visibly, holding her breath and looking back up at him with a side-eye. Several questions began to race through his mind. 'This woman was easily twice his size, or more. She could fight back. Why wasn't she? Why was he doing this? He could have just… fucked her. Lied to his therapist. Lied to himself. It's not too late- but fuck, what if she gets out and is mad at me? Why… why is this so damn hot?' He kept pounding away at her, and she made adorable little muffled screams under the water as the bubbles rose above her head. Her horns were the only thing visible above the water, and he grabbed onto them and shoved her down again. Her paws were flailing, slipping, and her eyes were wide with shock. About a minute of this passed, him grabbing her horns and wrenching them to the sides so she'll slip again, literally wrangling a cow to its death. Her swollen breasts hung over the edge of the tub, bouncing in slow circles and slapping together each time she got pounded, adding to the mix of raunchy sex noises flooding the room. Eventually, her whole body started to sag. One arm just sort of limply hung out the edge of the tub, and her knees shook and then buckled as she sagged to a kneeling position… then her legs spread even further as her body slowly gave out. Her cunt convulsed around his dick, and her fingers and toes twitched in one final, powerful orgasm. The bubbles rising to the top of the tub were fewer and fewer, and after four minutes of a mix of gurgles, grunting, and the sound of balls slapping against her fluffy inner thighs and pillowy bottom, only the latter two remained. The breathless wolf pulls the head of the limp corpse out of the water, her frozen expression still on her face. It wasn't fear, it was lust. Her tongue was purple, and it was lolling out of her mouth lewdly. Her eyelids were half closed over her dilated pupils,and water was dribbling from the back of her throat, making it look like she was drooling with pleasure. It sent him over the edge. He filled her with passion, his swollen knot contracting like a squeezed balloon as it filled her dead womb with squirt after spurt of vibrant, hot life-seed, adding to the pool of water and cunt juices with the overflowing ball batter filling her hole. He withdrew from her easily, as she was completely relaxed, and dropped her body onto the cold tiles. Her pussy still dripped his seed from between her thighs, and her nipples and clit were rock hard and protruding, likely from the cold. He stared at her, breathing shakily, then rolled her corpse onto her side with a grunt of effort. He was almost in disbelief that she'd died, lifting up her arm only for it to limply slap down against her breasts and make them jiggle again. He grabs for those teats, pinching and squeezing them hard. The mature cow-bitch lactates through his fingers, thin trails of milk dispersing in the puddle of water beneath them, adding to the creamy, off-white coloration his cumshot already made. As he pressed down on her chest, a little bulge of water traveled through her throat, and she 'drooled' some more. "Is she…? Hey. Hey!" He calls to her, his state of disbelief finally dissipating enough for him to speak. The bovine fuckmeat does not respond. He presses his face between her milky breasts, hearing for a heartbeat. Silence. He gasps when he pulls himself from her, pressing both his hands over her chest and- "That will not be necessary. You've done all you need to." There was a jarring 'click!' As the door unlatches, and the therapist steps inside. "Oh god. I didn't… I didn't mean to, I swear, I- Please don't send me to jail. I'm not-" "A predator? Look at her. Look at what you did to her. That's in your nature. It's what you are. You snuffed that bitch good. You made her a limp pile of fuckmeat. A toy for our pleasures!" "E-excuse…?" "Take me now, you violent predator!" She screams, all but leaping into his arms. He grappled with her as she ripped her clothes off, revealing scars and stitches in various parts of her body. As she took off her studded collar, her neck was revealed to be a deep shade of purple. "Ms. Mauville, you- mmmph…" He responds, smothered by her lips pressing against his. Her snatch was soaked, as she was constantly rubbing herself raw during the movie he made for her, wishing it was her in his paws, not the cowgirl. She gently presses on his chest, placing him beside the corpse. He turns to look at her as his rider grabs onto his cock, hovering over it and slamming herself down atop him. Her hands darted to her breasts as she rode him, but his erection was dwindling from its last orgasm. She grabbed onto him defiantly and ground her hips against his, turning his face to the corpse jiggling from their motions. The bathroom was much too small for three of them to be laid down together, so the smallest motions would brush against her. "Look at her. You killed her. Here. Squeeze her throat. She's yours now, you can do whatever you want to her. Squeeze it. Hit her. Tame her." The deranged therapist begins, abusing the body on her own. She slaps the cow's ass with enough force for the lifeless thigh to drape over the dog's, then grabs onto the corpse's throat and chokes it while her other hand reaches between those spread thighs and necro-fingers her slit. A soft gurgle comes from the deceased body as the sound of soft, meaty clapping; the mashing of skin against skin, amplifies. As confused as the bewildered pup is about all of this, his dick responds to its new fetish by engorging itself once more inside its newest sheath. Instead of trying to push her off him, his fight or flight response kicks in, and he instead grabs onto his therapist's throat. Her eyes widen and she grinds into him harder, her pussy convulsing in orgasm as soon as she's choked. "Y-essghk! D-hhh- do… me! Kill… me…!" She responds, biting her lip and placing her paws idly at her sides. She pretends to be as limp as the dead cow, sticking her tongue out and craning her neck to the side as her hips bounce against his. He pushes her back from the pressure as his muscles bulge out, his fingers making indents in her neck. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a whiny, raspy 'Hhh-eeeee', then nothing at all. Her paws unconsciously reach forward, lifting up towards him, then they drop back down limply and slap at her thighs. She stops grinding against him, her hands and wrists shaking violently. Her spittle turns to a thin foam, and her glasses slide off her head, clattering to the floor beside her as she convulses. Through some sheer willpower, the wide-eyed wolf flips her over with a roaring scream and slams her into the milky puddle, pulling his now throbbing erection free from her body. Her eyes are rolled back and she makes a raspy breath, her whole back arching in one final attempt to get free and get some air. He lets go of her throat and presses her body up against the dead cow, grabbing both their legs and lifting them up. He presses his dick between their pussies, grinding between their abdomens until he coats their wet crotchfur in a second helping of hot jizz, before finishing completely pressed up to the exposed cunt of his therapist, dousing her cunt in his cock milk until it looks like she'd been the victim of a gangbang. He steps back and grabs his pants, afraid of himself. He turns to leave just as he hears a loud gasp, grabbing the handle of the door. A swift paw grabs his ankle and stops him, and he looks back to see his moaning therapist laying on the floor taking in shallow breaths. "W-wait…" she coughs. "Please…" "What is all this? I just… I just killed a girl!" "She signed up for this… This is a Red Room. She's prey. You were her predator." "I didn't want- I-" "You needed it." She stands to attention beside him, grabbing her wet clothes and placing them on the bathroom sink. "You needed this." She reiterates, and he just stares at her. He's unable to deny it. "You think you're the first one? You think you'll be the last? Suppressing your desires is not good. I had to do it this way or you would never admit to who you are. Trust me, everything was under control. If you didn't do this now, you would have gotten to a point of no return. You. Need. This." She explains, pressing down on his chest. "The fact I'm still alive means you're not beyond help. You can control it. You just need more. I can give you more…" She explains, unlocking the door. The door beside them is unlocked, and a crocodile girl is peering out at them, listening eagerly to the conversation. When she notices herself being looked at, she shyly cowers back into her room with an embarrassed expression, her tail happily flickering from side to side as it drags behind her. "Well?" "...Same time next week, right?" "...Same time next week."