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I'm hear because my friends and family think I have a toxic relationship with my husband, and that I need to seek help. My mother basically forced me into coming to this today, wanting me to get help and she is hoping this visit will result in me getting a divorce with him.\n\nTherapist: I see, well how about you start with where your relationship began, and we will go from there.\n\n Very well, but if I'm going to be truthful to you, and tell you the full story, I must warn you that some of it gets rather... umm... heated I guess you could say.\n\nTherapist: That's ok, you'd be surprised what kind of [i]heated[/i] stories I hear in this line of work.\n\n Alright so... where to begin. I guess you could say our relationship started when we were pups. I met Alex in the first grade when I was six, and he was seven. At first we had become great friends. We stuck to each other like white on race in a sense. I'd go over to his house to play games, or he'd come over to mine. It was all pretty normal kids being kids. His mom adored me, and my parents... well back then adored him and had no problem with him.\n\n Things changed though as we got older. He.... he started being more aggressive, started to pick on other kids, even picking on me at times. By the time we were ten I felt as though our friendship was over. He had picked on me, and hurt me to much for us to continue being friends. I stopped hanging around him, stopped going to his house, stopped inviting him over to mine. I even started ignoring him, telling my parents I didn't want to play with him anymore. I think it was when I explained why to my parents, that they started to dislike him. He also became more of a bully, turning into one of those asshole kids that no one really [i]liked[/i], but just put up with\n\n It was about the time we were getting ready to go to high-school, last year of Jr. High that things got to be the worst. He had made a name for himself, he [b]was thee[/b] school bully. The fact that he was a timber wolf helped his image. At 15 he was huge, almost six foot tall and what some would call built like a tank. Not only was he a bully, but he was also a star on the football team, but that's not what matters. What does matter is that he was constantly in trouble, primarily from bullying other students, namely me. I reported him to teachers after being picked on at least twice a week. Sometimes it was just verbal, other times it was physical.\n\n I remember missing the friend I use to have when we were pups, wondering what had happened that changed him. I missed the old him, and straight up hated the new him. I wanted nothing to do with him for the most part, I avoided him as best as I could, and made no attempt to hold back my growls or avoid showing teeth when ever he came near. He was an asshole, the worst student in the entire school, and I hated his guts.\n\n Imagine my surprise, that at near the end of the year he came to me. I gave him the usual greeting of a low growl and teeth showing, but as usual that didn't dissuade him from approaching me. I was ready for him to start mouthing off, or shove me up against a wall like he had developed a liking to do, but he didn't. Instead he asked me a question, he asked if I'd tudor him, if I would help him with homework so he could pass the grade and go to highschool. I was shocked, after all he had done to me he had the nerve to ask me for help. The way he asked though is what got me to agree. He came to me with his ears, tail, and head low. Asked me in a soft voice, not the rough and volgar one he usually had. I think I had seen a glimpse of the boy I use to know, and that's what got me to agree.\n\n He one day told me why he had developed a liking of shoving me against a wall. It's kind of embarrassing to say... but... for me, getting shoved into a wall or a locker it was exciting. It pissed me off don't get me wrong, but it was exciting, thrilling. The rush of adrenaline that came from it, as if I was about to get into a fight or something. It was also something else though, I think maybe a kink that had started to develop. Either way he could smell it, and he liked the scent I started to produce when he'd do it. That's probably where the path of our lives really started coming back together. If I remember right he had started really started doing that more when I was about twelve. Part of me probably started to even enjoy it over time, in fact I'm sure part of me did considering what happened.\n\n So anyways, he asks me for help to study and learn what he needed to pass. Reluctantly I agreed, and had told him that if I helped him he had to lay off on picking on me. He agreed, and we decided that I'd go to his house after school the next day. Oh yea! He also had these three friends, all of them grade-A assholes as well, but not to his level of assholery. Pretty sure they were a big reason as to why he was such a bully, cause they'd laugh any time he did something.\n\n The next day I walked with him to his house. I was a little eager, after all I hadn't seen his mom since I was like probably... nine? Was going to be nice to see her again, but unfortunately she wasn't home. The fact she wasn't home made me nervous. He was big after all, and could easily overpower me if he wanted. I pushed those thoughts back though, cause during the walk he was actually nice for a change and I was again seeing the boy I use to know.\n\n He lead me to his room, which didn't help with the nervousness, but I did my best to act like everything was ok. I think I was actually expecting him to try something by the time I got to his room, but to my surprise he didn't. Instead he pulled out his homework, and we got to work. I explained how to do some of the math problems, helped him how I could with out giving him the answers, and everything was going pretty good.\n\n I had been at his place, in his room for probably thirty minutes. Now I must mention this, cause it is rather important. At the time I was in heat, but thanks to the heat supressors I was taking, my heat wasn't really an issue so long as I took my medicine. And well... wouldn't you know it... when I looked around in my bag to take a pill, I couldn't find them. I'm sure you're well aware of how quickly those things stop working. I could already feel my body starting to heat up as I searched for the pills. I tried to act like nothing was wrong, sure I could help him finish his math homework before heading home. Well... that was a mistake.\n\n I didn't realize it at the time, but as the medicine's effect wore off, the scent of my heat started to come out. I was wearing a skirt that day, so aside from my panties which were... well getting wet, there was nothing to really suppress my scent. I started to feel agitated, even started to pant. I was a young girl after all, in heat, in a boy's room, surrounded by things that smelled of him. I did my best to ignore my body's growing need, how my stomach started to burn and ache.\n\n He was almost done with his math, just asking for help on a rather simple problem. I don't know why, but it set me off. I stood up, and yelled at him asking if he was a fucking idiot. It was then that I realized I needed to leave. As I turned to get my backpack I felt him grab my wrist. Before I could react he had me pinned against the wall. His nose almost nuzzling at my neck while he held me in place. I could feel his hot breath wash over and into my fur, making me tremble and stoking the fire building in my belly.\n\n Know what would happen if I didn't do anything, I started to struggle, demanding that he let me go. That's when he put a paw against my neck, choking me while he clenched my wrist tightly. I felt my excitement spike, I felt my body tremble at the sensation of feeling helpless under a male so much larger and stronger than me. I wasn't about to let him have his way though, despite how badly my body was wanting it. Bringing up my knee, I nailed him right in the crotch which caused him to let me go.\n\n I had just barely made it to my backpack when he was ontop of me. Nearly tackling me to the ground, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them out forward. His body holding me down while he got a firm grip of both my wrists in one of his large hands. I'll be honest, I was terrified. The thought of him raping me scared the ever living shit out of me. At the same time though... it was one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had.\n\n That's not to say that rape excites me, it doesn't. Just last year someone at a party we went to tried, and I felt nothing but fear. Luckily Alex was there, and he did a wonderful job of protecting me. That first time with him though... I think it was because it was him that I felt excited. Being in heat probably also helped to be honest, but still, it was him. I mean there were other bullies that had pinned me against a wall or locker before, but I never felt the same excitement when they did it as I did when he did it.\n\n There is no beating around the bush, our first time was anything [u]but[/u] gentle. It was like a switch had been flipped in his mind, and he was running on pure bestial intent and desire. I tried my best to struggle, to get out of his grip, but nothing I could do had any effect. Feeling his body lower over my back, his crotch press against my ass, it made me whimper and fanned the flames within me. I could feel his hot breath against, and in my ear as he panted next to it.\n\n Part of me hoped he'd come to his senses, but when I felt his hand slip under my skirt I knew that wasn't going to happen. I struggled more, but I think the struggling just helped him pull my panties down easier. Then I felt his fingers touch me, glide up against my pussy and even dip into me a little. The attention had a quick effect on me, making me let out a shuddering little cry while I yelled at him to stop. I pleaded, begged, yelled, said what ever I could think of to try and get him to stop.\n\n What was about to happen really hit me when I heard him fiddling with his belt buckle, then I felt him hike up my skirt. A moment later I could feel the heat of his cock pressing, and grinding against my ass. With out thinking my hips lifted, my body wanting what he had to give. I could feel his pre-cum leaking and making my ass wet. I felt a shiver rush through me when the pointed tip of his cock pressed against my tailhole. Part of me felt a bit of relief, thinking that was the hole he was about to sink into. The other part though... I felt disappointed that it wasn't my pussy he was grinding against.\n\n I was disgusted with myself. The guy I hated the most in school had me pinned on my stomach in his bedroom, had pulled my panties down, and was about to fuck me, and I was disappointed that he wasn't going to fuck my pussy. He continued to grind himself against my ass for a bit longer before pulling away. When I felt him pull away I had a moment of hope, that he had come to his senses and realized what he was doing, what he was about to do.\n\n That moment of hope quickly vanished though when I felt his cock push down between my legs, and grind against my soaked lips. The feel of his hot cock grinding against me made me shudder with delight. I loved how it felt, and I wanted to feel it more. It didn't take long for me to start moving my hips, giving into my heat as he made my excitement and pleasure build.\n\n He barely pumped into my legs before I felt his hand brush against my ass, and then it happened. If it wasn't for my heat, I'm sure it would have hurt a lot more than it did. Before I knew what he was about to do, he had shoved himself fully inside of me. I felt every single hard, throbbing inch of his cock. It felt as massive as he looked, and I let out a scream. One that was quickly muffled by his free hand over my muzzle.\n\n He didn't give me any time to adjust before he started to move. As I said, our first time was anything but gentle. He fucked me, hard, using every inch of his thick cock to spread me open again and again. I know it was wrong, I... I want to say I didn't want it. Truth is, I did want it, I did want him even if I didn't want to admit it at the time.\n\n Truth is, there had been a few times while I laid in my bed where I had fantasized about being with him. About him pinning me down, and fucking my brains out. It was one of those fantasies you feel bad about, maybe even sick about. Usually I'd push those thoughts away, but I'm ashamed to admit that I let myself indulge in the fantasy a few times late at night.\n\n Now here I was, getting my brains fucked out like I had fantasized about. I must admit, it wasn't anything like the fantasy. After all in the fantasy I was enjoying it fully, where as at the time part of me was enjoying it and the other part wasn't. I wasn't sure which side to side with, should I just give in and enjoy the hard fucking or continue to resist and plead for release.\n\n He fucked me into the floor for I don't know how long, making my fourteen year old pussy his. Eventually he pulled out, but by the time he did I had gotten to the point that I didn't want him to stop. He pulled my hands back, pinning them against my back before lifting my hips. With one hand once again holding my wrists tightly, he used his other hand to pull my skirt down from my hips. A moment later I once again felt the tip of his hard cock threatening the entrance to my abused passage.\n\n Just like he had done the first time, he thrusted into me with little care about how I felt making me cry out. He resumed the bestial pace he had before, but now with my ass up in the air and shoulders on the floor, he was reaching a little deeper, stretching me out a little more. Every hard thrust he made into me shoved my face into the floor, making me yell out again and again.\n\n Our first time was... something special I guess, in a good and bad way. I loved it, but also hated it. I wanted him to let me go, but I wanted him to continue. I couldn't make up my mind what I wanted more until I felt his knot knocking at the entrance of my pussy. At that moment I knew what I wanted, I wanted him to let me go, I didn't want his knot in me.\n\n For one I was in heat, so chances of getting knocked up was pretty damn high. It was also his knot, and I could tell by just feeling it that it was huge. His cock hurt entering, I didn't want to know what if felt like for him to knot me. Again I yelled out, pleading for him to stop, to not knot me. My pleas fell on def ears as he slammed his knot against me again and again, as if determined to get it in.\n\n Once again he made me scream as he finally shove the thick knot into me. I was sure he was going to break me while he continued to hump against my ass, making his cock move in me and his knot tug at my lips. Unable to resist myself, I climaxed. Not sure what triggered it, him pinning me, the hard fucking, being tied, being helpless, or all of that at once, but it made me cum. I had never orgasmed that hard in my life, and as I did I felt his cock throb within me as he gave one final push.\n\n With his knot now inside, he was reaching even deeper inside me. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my cervical wall. He held himself tightly against me as I felt his length pulse within me, knowing he was pumping his young potent seed into me, probably even directly into my heated womb. All I could do was cry out in orgasmic pleasure, and buck my hips against him, feeling my cunny flexing as if trying to milk his cock of its virile seed.\n\n As we were both coming down, he moved us to lay on our sides spooning me. His arms wrapped tightly around me with his cock locked deep within my sore pussy. Both of us panted heavily while a mix of emotions and thoughts ran through my head. Him holding me did feel nice, like a warmth you knew would be unbearable if it wasn't below freezing and snowing outside.\n\n We didn't say anything while he cuddled me, gently licking and nuzzling into my back. In a way it was kind of nice, and would have been really nice if he hadn't just pretty much raped me. Eventually though his knot deflated, and his cock slipped out of me. Pulling myself out of his arms, and moved to stand as I pulled up my skirt and panties. I said nothing, I didn't even look at him. I just grabbed my backpack and left.\n\n When I got home I made a bee line for my room, slamming the door and throwing myself at my bed. My mother came to check on me, and I just told her that I had tried to help Alex and he had been a royal asshole as usual. I didn't tell her, or my father what had happened. I spent the rest of the evening in my room. 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Did I like it? Had I wanted it? Was I really against it all? I know the heat had made me want it, but I wasn't sure if [b]I[/b] had actually wanted it. What I did decide though, is that I wanted it again, I wanted to feel that thrill of how he pinned me down, made me feel helpless, and made me his for a time.\n\nTherapist: Unfortunately I'm going to have to stop you here, we are just about out of time.\n\n Alright, this story doesn't end here though, there is more.\n\nTherapist: I understand, but I have another client in 15. I would like to see you again though, say same time next week?\n\n Well... I guess. This was rather nice to tell someone about what happened. hehe, remembering all that kind of... well... I should get back home to Alex if you catch my drift.\n\nTherapist: Alright, see you next week Kelsey.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Therapy

How it Started

By Sellestia




Therapist: Thank you for joining me today, just so you know I'll be recording this first session and any future sessions we may have via voice logs. So when you're ready, please state your name, gender, age, species and the reason for your visit.


           Alright, my name is Kelsey Nondotal, I'm a 20 year old female arctic wolf. I'm hear because my friends and family think I have a toxic relationship with my husband, and that I need to seek help. My mother basically forced me into coming to this today, wanting me to get help and she is hoping this visit will result in me getting a divorce with him.

Therapist: I see, well how about you start with where your relationship began, and we will go from there.

           Very well, but if I'm going to be truthful to you, and tell you the full story, I must warn you that some of it gets rather... umm... heated I guess you could say.

Therapist: That's ok, you'd be surprised what kind of heated stories I hear in this line of work.

           Alright so... where to begin. I guess you could say our relationship started when we were pups. I met Alex in the first grade when I was six, and he was seven. At first we had become great friends. We stuck to each other like white on race in a sense. I'd go over to his house to play games, or he'd come over to mine. It was all pretty normal kids being kids. His mom adored me, and my parents... well back then adored him and had no problem with him.

           Things changed though as we got older. He.... he started being more aggressive, started to pick on other kids, even picking on me at times. By the time we were ten I felt as though our friendship was over. He had picked on me, and hurt me to much for us to continue being friends. I stopped hanging around him, stopped going to his house, stopped inviting him over to mine. I even started ignoring him, telling my parents I didn't want to play with him anymore. I think it was when I explained why to my parents, that they started to dislike him. He also became more of a bully, turning into one of those asshole kids that no one really liked, but just put up with

           It was about the time we were getting ready to go to high-school, last year of Jr. High that things got to be the worst. He had made a name for himself, he was thee school bully. The fact that he was a timber wolf helped his image. At 15 he was huge, almost six foot tall and what some would call built like a tank. Not only was he a bully, but he was also a star on the football team, but that's not what matters. What does matter is that he was constantly in trouble, primarily from bullying other students, namely me. I reported him to teachers after being picked on at least twice a week. Sometimes it was just verbal, other times it was physical.

           I remember missing the friend I use to have when we were pups, wondering what had happened that changed him. I missed the old him, and straight up hated the new him. I wanted nothing to do with him for the most part, I avoided him as best as I could, and made no attempt to hold back my growls or avoid showing teeth when ever he came near. He was an asshole, the worst student in the entire school, and I hated his guts.

           Imagine my surprise, that at near the end of the year he came to me. I gave him the usual greeting of a low growl and teeth showing, but as usual that didn't dissuade him from approaching me. I was ready for him to start mouthing off, or shove me up against a wall like he had developed a liking to do, but he didn't. Instead he asked me a question, he asked if I'd tudor him, if I would help him with homework so he could pass the grade and go to highschool. I was shocked, after all he had done to me he had the nerve to ask me for help. The way he asked though is what got me to agree. He came to me with his ears, tail, and head low. Asked me in a soft voice, not the rough and volgar one he usually had. I think I had seen a glimpse of the boy I use to know, and that's what got me to agree.

           He one day told me why he had developed a liking of shoving me against a wall. It's kind of embarrassing to say... but... for me, getting shoved into a wall or a locker it was exciting. It pissed me off don't get me wrong, but it was exciting, thrilling. The rush of adrenaline that came from it, as if I was about to get into a fight or something. It was also something else though, I think maybe a kink that had started to develop. Either way he could smell it, and he liked the scent I started to produce when he'd do it. That's probably where the path of our lives really started coming back together. If I remember right he had started really started doing that more when I was about twelve. Part of me probably started to even enjoy it over time, in fact I'm sure part of me did considering what happened.

           So anyways, he asks me for help to study and learn what he needed to pass. Reluctantly I agreed, and had told him that if I helped him he had to lay off on picking on me. He agreed, and we decided that I'd go to his house after school the next day. Oh yea! He also had these three friends, all of them grade-A assholes as well, but not to his level of assholery. Pretty sure they were a big reason as to why he was such a bully, cause they'd laugh any time he did something.

           The next day I walked with him to his house. I was a little eager, after all I hadn't seen his mom since I was like probably... nine? Was going to be nice to see her again, but unfortunately she wasn't home. The fact she wasn't home made me nervous. He was big after all, and could easily overpower me if he wanted. I pushed those thoughts back though, cause during the walk he was actually nice for a change and I was again seeing the boy I use to know.

           He lead me to his room, which didn't help with the nervousness, but I did my best to act like everything was ok. I think I was actually expecting him to try something by the time I got to his room, but to my surprise he didn't. Instead he pulled out his homework, and we got to work. I explained how to do some of the math problems, helped him how I could with out giving him the answers, and everything was going pretty good.

           I had been at his place, in his room for probably thirty minutes. Now I must mention this, cause it is rather important. At the time I was in heat, but thanks to the heat supressors I was taking, my heat wasn't really an issue so long as I took my medicine. And well... wouldn't you know it... when I looked around in my bag to take a pill, I couldn't find them. I'm sure you're well aware of how quickly those things stop working. I could already feel my body starting to heat up as I searched for the pills. I tried to act like nothing was wrong, sure I could help him finish his math homework before heading home. Well... that was a mistake.

           I didn't realize it at the time, but as the medicine's effect wore off, the scent of my heat started to come out. I was wearing a skirt that day, so aside from my panties which were... well getting wet, there was nothing to really suppress my scent. I started to feel agitated, even started to pant. I was a young girl after all, in heat, in a boy's room, surrounded by things that smelled of him. I did my best to ignore my body's growing need, how my stomach started to burn and ache.

           He was almost done with his math, just asking for help on a rather simple problem. I don't know why, but it set me off. I stood up, and yelled at him asking if he was a fucking idiot. It was then that I realized I needed to leave. As I turned to get my backpack I felt him grab my wrist. Before I could react he had me pinned against the wall. His nose almost nuzzling at my neck while he held me in place. I could feel his hot breath wash over and into my fur, making me tremble and stoking the fire building in my belly.

           Know what would happen if I didn't do anything, I started to struggle, demanding that he let me go. That's when he put a paw against my neck, choking me while he clenched my wrist tightly. I felt my excitement spike, I felt my body tremble at the sensation of feeling helpless under a male so much larger and stronger than me. I wasn't about to let him have his way though, despite how badly my body was wanting it. Bringing up my knee, I nailed him right in the crotch which caused him to let me go.

           I had just barely made it to my backpack when he was ontop of me. Nearly tackling me to the ground, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them out forward. His body holding me down while he got a firm grip of both my wrists in one of his large hands. I'll be honest, I was terrified. The thought of him raping me scared the ever living shit out of me. At the same time though... it was one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had.

           That's not to say that rape excites me, it doesn't. Just last year someone at a party we went to tried, and I felt nothing but fear. Luckily Alex was there, and he did a wonderful job of protecting me. That first time with him though... I think it was because it was him that I felt excited. Being in heat probably also helped to be honest, but still, it was him. I mean there were other bullies that had pinned me against a wall or locker before, but I never felt the same excitement when they did it as I did when he did it.

           There is no beating around the bush, our first time was anything but gentle. It was like a switch had been flipped in his mind, and he was running on pure bestial intent and desire. I tried my best to struggle, to get out of his grip, but nothing I could do had any effect. Feeling his body lower over my back, his crotch press against my ass, it made me whimper and fanned the flames within me. I could feel his hot breath against, and in my ear as he panted next to it.

           Part of me hoped he'd come to his senses, but when I felt his hand slip under my skirt I knew that wasn't going to happen. I struggled more, but I think the struggling just helped him pull my panties down easier. Then I felt his fingers touch me, glide up against my pussy and even dip into me a little. The attention had a quick effect on me, making me let out a shuddering little cry while I yelled at him to stop. I pleaded, begged, yelled, said what ever I could think of to try and get him to stop.

           What was about to happen really hit me when I heard him fiddling with his belt buckle, then I felt him hike up my skirt. A moment later I could feel the heat of his cock pressing, and grinding against my ass. With out thinking my hips lifted, my body wanting what he had to give. I could feel his pre-cum leaking and making my ass wet. I felt a shiver rush through me when the pointed tip of his cock pressed against my tailhole. Part of me felt a bit of relief, thinking that was the hole he was about to sink into. The other part though... I felt disappointed that it wasn't my pussy he was grinding against.

           I was disgusted with myself. The guy I hated the most in school had me pinned on my stomach in his bedroom, had pulled my panties down, and was about to fuck me, and I was disappointed that he wasn't going to fuck my pussy. He continued to grind himself against my ass for a bit longer before pulling away. When I felt him pull away I had a moment of hope, that he had come to his senses and realized what he was doing, what he was about to do.

           That moment of hope quickly vanished though when I felt his cock push down between my legs, and grind against my soaked lips. The feel of his hot cock grinding against me made me shudder with delight. I loved how it felt, and I wanted to feel it more. It didn't take long for me to start moving my hips, giving into my heat as he made my excitement and pleasure build.

           He barely pumped into my legs before I felt his hand brush against my ass, and then it happened. If it wasn't for my heat, I'm sure it would have hurt a lot more than it did. Before I knew what he was about to do, he had shoved himself fully inside of me. I felt every single hard, throbbing inch of his cock. It felt as massive as he looked, and I let out a scream. One that was quickly muffled by his free hand over my muzzle.

           He didn't give me any time to adjust before he started to move. As I said, our first time was anything but gentle. He fucked me, hard, using every inch of his thick cock to spread me open again and again. I know it was wrong, I... I want to say I didn't want it. Truth is, I did want it, I did want him even if I didn't want to admit it at the time.

           Truth is, there had been a few times while I laid in my bed where I had fantasized about being with him. About him pinning me down, and fucking my brains out. It was one of those fantasies you feel bad about, maybe even sick about. Usually I'd push those thoughts away, but I'm ashamed to admit that I let myself indulge in the fantasy a few times late at night.

           Now here I was, getting my brains fucked out like I had fantasized about. I must admit, it wasn't anything like the fantasy. After all in the fantasy I was enjoying it fully, where as at the time part of me was enjoying it and the other part wasn't. I wasn't sure which side to side with, should I just give in and enjoy the hard fucking or continue to resist and plead for release.

           He fucked me into the floor for I don't know how long, making my fourteen year old pussy his. Eventually he pulled out, but by the time he did I had gotten to the point that I didn't want him to stop. He pulled my hands back, pinning them against my back before lifting my hips. With one hand once again holding my wrists tightly, he used his other hand to pull my skirt down from my hips. A moment later I once again felt the tip of his hard cock threatening the entrance to my abused passage.

           Just like he had done the first time, he thrusted into me with little care about how I felt making me cry out. He resumed the bestial pace he had before, but now with my ass up in the air and shoulders on the floor, he was reaching a little deeper, stretching me out a little more. Every hard thrust he made into me shoved my face into the floor, making me yell out again and again.

           Our first time was... something special I guess, in a good and bad way. I loved it, but also hated it. I wanted him to let me go, but I wanted him to continue. I couldn't make up my mind what I wanted more until I felt his knot knocking at the entrance of my pussy. At that moment I knew what I wanted, I wanted him to let me go, I didn't want his knot in me.

           For one I was in heat, so chances of getting knocked up was pretty damn high. It was also his knot, and I could tell by just feeling it that it was huge. His cock hurt entering, I didn't want to know what if felt like for him to knot me. Again I yelled out, pleading for him to stop, to not knot me. My pleas fell on def ears as he slammed his knot against me again and again, as if determined to get it in.

           Once again he made me scream as he finally shove the thick knot into me. I was sure he was going to break me while he continued to hump against my ass, making his cock move in me and his knot tug at my lips. Unable to resist myself, I climaxed. Not sure what triggered it, him pinning me, the hard fucking, being tied, being helpless, or all of that at once, but it made me cum. I had never orgasmed that hard in my life, and as I did I felt his cock throb within me as he gave one final push.

           With his knot now inside, he was reaching even deeper inside me. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my cervical wall. He held himself tightly against me as I felt his length pulse within me, knowing he was pumping his young potent seed into me, probably even directly into my heated womb. All I could do was cry out in orgasmic pleasure, and buck my hips against him, feeling my cunny flexing as if trying to milk his cock of its virile seed.

           As we were both coming down, he moved us to lay on our sides spooning me. His arms wrapped tightly around me with his cock locked deep within my sore pussy. Both of us panted heavily while a mix of emotions and thoughts ran through my head. Him holding me did feel nice, like a warmth you knew would be unbearable if it wasn't below freezing and snowing outside.

           We didn't say anything while he cuddled me, gently licking and nuzzling into my back. In a way it was kind of nice, and would have been really nice if he hadn't just pretty much raped me. Eventually though his knot deflated, and his cock slipped out of me. Pulling myself out of his arms, and moved to stand as I pulled up my skirt and panties. I said nothing, I didn't even look at him. I just grabbed my backpack and left.

           When I got home I made a bee line for my room, slamming the door and throwing myself at my bed. My mother came to check on me, and I just told her that I had tried to help Alex and he had been a royal asshole as usual. I didn't tell her, or my father what had happened. I spent the rest of the evening in my room. My mother brought dinner to me, we had a bit of a chat, and it was... a bad evening.

           Before I took a shower, I had been laying in my bed in just my furr. I had slid a hand down between my legs, and felt how wet it was. Pulling my fingers back, I noticed that they had collected some of his cum. I couldn't help myself, I sniffed at it and then licked my fingers clean. Wouldn't say it was a bad taste, but not one that made me want more. It didn't stop me from umm... collecting a few more samples.

           After the shower though... I was laying in bed and as I started to drift off I realized something. I hadn't done anything to try and push or get his cum out of me. I'm sure he had pumped a lot into me, and that there was still more than enough inside my sore pussy to get me pregnant. I knew I should get up and do something about it, but my next memory is of me waking up in the morning.

           I spent that morning replaying the events of the day before, trying to figure out how I felt. Did I like it? Had I wanted it? Was I really against it all? I know the heat had made me want it, but I wasn't sure if I had actually wanted it. What I did decide though, is that I wanted it again, I wanted to feel that thrill of how he pinned me down, made me feel helpless, and made me his for a time.

Therapist: Unfortunately I'm going to have to stop you here, we are just about out of time.

           Alright, this story doesn't end here though, there is more.

Therapist: I understand, but I have another client in 15. I would like to see you again though, say same time next week?

           Well... I guess. This was rather nice to tell someone about what happened. hehe, remembering all that kind of... well... I should get back home to Alex if you catch my drift.

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