"Ugh..." A finger lifted to touch the swelling bruise around his eye, before pulling back with a faint hiss. The sergal shifted his head in the mirror, ears folded and brows lowered in stern annoyance. The probing digit lifted up his lip, tongue swiping up the blood at the corner of his mouth. Good, he still had all his teeth. Just cut the inside of his lips on them. Palms flat down on the counter of the bathroom sink, loud thudding music pounded through the walls. 

Head hanging as a deep, pained breath was taken, the orangish-brown sergal stepped back. Lifting his arms and inspecting his outfit, he scoffed. "Fucking ruined my favorite leotard." A black bodysuit was his torso's primary covering, a half-body length jacket over it with a fuzzy collar of fluff capping it off. With his lower section covered only by booty shorts pulled up high enough to show off his surprisingly curvy ass, pockets hanging out and covering his fishnet stockings. Also left unbuttoned and unzipped to allow his bulge the needed room for comfort. Glowstick bracelets and his usual lacy choker completed the look. But, there was a tear in the leotard over his chest, the cloth now loosely hanging and exposing his creamy belly even further, crimson faintly dying it.

Another dissatisfied smack to his lips, a glare at himself in club's bathroom mirror, before rolling his shoulders and loosening his neck. Then he turned, seeing the squirming, growling wolf girl on the dirty floor tiles. Bearing some bruises and cuts of her own, Parin clearly had more damage. Still, considering the canine woman was bound at the wrists and ankles with silver duct-tape, it was clear who won. "Didn't make you out to be such a fighter.” He said, crossing his arms and looking down at the bitch.

A low growl, teeth bared as much as they could with jaws held tight together with more tape. 

Stepping close, the sergal noted that instead of trying to wiggle away, the girl once more tried to break her binds while locking eyes with him. She was a sizable specimen, but Parin still had her beat slightly. When he crouched before her, she finally did her best to scurry away after seeing the truly stoic expression on the boy's features. There was nothing but intent and certainty in his eyes.

"You heard the sound from our io bands. You know I have a license. You know nobody will help you." Parin said, reaching out only for the canine to lurch away with a snarl. With only a slight narrowing of his eyes, the sergal's tail lashed as he was suddenly forcing her to the ground, a gasp from the girl as the impact rattled her skull against the tile. "Stop fighting, cunt." Only more struggle under him, a dissatisfied huff leaving his wedge-like snout. Perched over the surprisingly active woman, palms on her shoulders, Parin held himself over her form and kneeled on her legs.

"You want me to snap. You want me to hurt you in return. You want me to be a monster so badly." His voice was that gently firm tone he used with his fuckmeat, that soft yet powerful way of speaking. No bubbly attitude, no cheery sing-song. Just direct and purposeful words. "I won't. I'm not here to maim you. I'm-" A firm hand brutally snatched the wolfess's head as she defiantly turned away, claws digging into her muzzle to bring their snouts facing each other as a snarl split Parin's lips. “-fucking *look* at me when I'm fucking talking to you, *bitch*." A pause as his breathing nearly overpowered the bare whimper from the girl as her muzzle was pointed up at his. 

Then a faint softening of his features, a breath flowing out as his expression returned to that confident neutral. "I am here to help you. To put you back on the righteous path. To damage your body further is to mar your beauty, your gifts." A slight smirk to corner of the sergal's jaws. "Make no mistake, you *are* gorgeous." That smile vanished before it even fully formed. "And yet you are ashamed of it. You hide it, you cover it, keep it locked away. Such grace, such form, and this is what you do with it? You should be so much more, you should be on the stage, swinging around the pole."

A terse 'mhhf' from the girl, a slight look of confusion joining her anger amid Parin's fingers holding her skull firm.

He removed them, taking his hand off, leaning back. “You could have trimmed your top, shortened shorts, gone for full sheer mesh, you had so many options to present your pride, reveal your blessings. Instead, you’re an ungrateful cunt that hid it away.” The girl under him was breathing harder, eyes staring up at him with the realization that this wasn't just a rape. This was something more. Had she not been in the midst of fright and adrenaline, she might have even noticed the hint of envy in the sergal’s words.

His hands began working on the wolf's clothes, undoing the girl's clubwear. Despite being put together for a night out on the town, it left much to the imagination. Not purely modest, but it was clear she was here for the music and not to get laid. What couldn't be unbuttoned or unzipped, Parin just ripped with his claws, pulling her coverings off one yank at a time. “If you will not boast yourself, you must be forcefully paraded.”

The woman's fur was a beautiful slate grey, more and more visible by the moment. Her eyes a vibrant yellow, burning with rage and widening from the shock of being stripped. "Mmmfff!" The tape muffling her words, head shaking against the floor, her squirms did nothing.

Parin paid no mind, tearing off her last scraps of clothing in one clean tear. "I want to see what you can be." The sergal whispered, his fingers gently rubbing over her form as he straddled her hips, admiring the woman's ample chest. "I will find your worth, and fuck every ounce of it out.” Suddenly exposed fully, the wolf writhed, a desperate whine muffled by her gag. Her shudders of horrid vulnerability only amplified where Parin ran his hands down her body, caressing and inspecting her form. "Shh... Shhhhhh..." The orangish sergal hushed, tracing her curves with his palms. "Let me make you better. Let me help you.”

The wolf bucked against her bonds, still trying to break them, to fight back. But she couldn't. Not with the weight of the boy pinning her down, not with the double layer of tape stopping her from even separating her limbs. As the sergal's palm came to rest on her breasts before gently squeezing and kneading them, she let out a shrill noise with one last rattling her muzzle from side to side. "MMMF MMF MMMF!"

"There you are." Parin said, smiling, adoring the fully naked form now in his grasp. “Rest assured, I will help you fulfill your purpose. Your holes will be unrecognizable by the time I’m done with them.” Beneath him, the woman began to gently cry. Eyes full of the indignity of exposure, the shame welling over into small tears. They closed, and reopened with a returned focus on hatred, burning right into Parin's.

Still, the sergal didn't flinch. He only snatched her muzzle again once it purposefully turned away from him, but this time his other palm went to his back pocket. “I will fix you.” The sergal said, leaning his own face closer. A small square wrapper was revealed between two fingers, akin to a condom. The girl's eyes went wide, a faint muffled scream coming from her throat as she thrashed under the boy. "I will give you the worth you refused."

With his hand holding the girl's head steady, the sergal tore open the wrapper with his teeth. It could be easy to mistake the small rubber disk inside as an actual condom. But upon closer inspection, it was too wide. The lube on the inside, a single brand printed on the wrapper now falling to the floor. Snuff-Wrap. Rather on the nose, perhaps a bit too comical for the act it was made for. But hey, it does what it says on the tin.

The wolfess had no time to react at all before the orangish boi brought it to her muzzle, using the hand holding her snout to help pry open the thick circle of the condom-like disk. Pushed over her snout, it unfurled like a rubber, except it was coating the wrong 'head'. Stretching, going tight and taught, the lube on the inside ensured it glided over her fur easily. Spreading around, before fully enveloping her skull in one smooth motion. A thin, transparent-white layer now covered her entire head, with the base snug around her neck.

She squirmed through the entire quick process of course, only for Parin's hands to leave at the end. Letting her drop her head back to the tile, staring up at the slightly obfuscated lights, processing what just happened. Then a flicked gaze to the boy's own stare, seeing nothing but determined compassion in his eyes. As her nostrils found only that snug covering instead of air, her eyes widened to their maximum. Then she screamed. Not trying to make words through her taped jaws, not trying to intimidate with growls, or futilely call for help. 

No, this was panic. A guttural pitched warble from her throat, her body rocking from side to side as much as she could under Parin's weight. As her lungs drained, it switched to that shuddering sobbing of true despair. She knew what was happening, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Arms were soon around her, her back lifted off the cold floor. The will to move any muscles vanished, just letting herself be leaned against him as he put his chin on her head and hugged her tenderly. "Shhh... relax. I’m here. It's okay. This is a good thing. This is freedom. No more hiding, no more pretending. You’ll finally be useful.” The wolf was barely processing his speech, chest already seizing with that combination of sobbing and asphyxiation. But his last words cut through all of that. “Be holes for me.”

That tingling started crawling up her body, the gray circle trimming her vision. The air was cold against her naked body, but the sergal's touch was warm. A sickening comfort. All the more awful as he rolled her to press their chests together, her chin on his shoulder, heads leaning against each other. With a palm stroking down her back, she understood only one last thing before it was just deafening ringing. "You're going to be such beautiful fuckmeat.”

—

The bus ride was quiet, a far cry from the music that had just been rattling his bones. Not that the rides were often noisy, everyone liked to stick to their own little bubble of non-disturbance. But there wasn’t even so much as an ongoing call, and the sergal knew it was precisely because he had the wolf’s corpse in his lap. Naked and bared to the world, his arms around her and roaming, squeezing and playing. Squishing those nice tits were a good way to pass the time as the road flew by outside the window. 

Eyes glazed and visage diluted from the layer of semi-clear rubber snug to the skull. Head lolled to the side and only jostling as the bus hit a bump. Even though he was polite enough to keep his fuckmeat atop him, nobody else seemed to want to take the free seat next to them. Well, their loss. 

—

A ding and hard-to-understand robotic voice stirred Parin from his nodding off, the sun fully down outside the window. A blink as he recognized his stop was the one on fast approach. Then another blink. He jerked his head off his palm from where it rested, scowling at the smudged mark of mascara on his fingers. “Goddamnit.”

—

A faint grunting, the sergal kicking his leg back to open the door with his articulated paws. Wedging his calf past, he held the heavy front entrance ajar with his body weight, before dragging the girl's corpse through. Just as the door slammed shut, steps approached. With a final heave to rest the limp wolf on the stairs close to the door, Parin turned to find Katie standing there. Seemingly freshly showered, fur slightly frizzy after drying and wearing a bathrobe, her features wilted immediately upon seeing him.

Before the sergal could even process her dropped ears and tail, the dark-furred jackal ran up and grabbed his cheeks, eyes flitting over the orangish boy’s muzzle. “Are you okay?” Came the concerned tone from his wife.

A welcome breath at the caress of his partner, Parin nodded between her palms. He had nearly forgotten the ache around his eye and mouth. And torso. And those scratches the bitch put on his legs. Or his arms. Damn, he kind of hurt now that she mentions it. “Uhh-“

Already lurching from the woman tugging him, the taller sergal was dragged into the living room and gently pushed to the couch. “Take your clothes off and lay down, let me get some ice for that swelling. Need to make sure those cuts don’t get infected too.” 

—

“Isn’t this a little much?” Parin asked, now harboring a cold pack over his eye, bandaids dotted around his form, and a few lines of bandages on his torso. The sergal looked down at himself before giving a glance up to Katie. She nodded firmly, arms crossed as she inspected her work.

“Your well-being is nothing to skimp out on.” Was the sage response. “Now get. That fuckmeat won’t fuck itself.”

Parin’s features jumped up, ears rising and brows peaked. “Oh, right. That’s uh… You’re awfully eager to send me off to plow cold cunt. Am I cutting into some personal time?” Said the roughed up sergal, narrowing his visible eye and switching his muzzle to a cheeky smile.

With a playful snort, the jackal shook her head. “I’m just making sure you have no excuse to beg for more time with her in the morning. A weekend morning, might I add. A weekend morning I wish to enjoy before running errands. I am not extending your fuckmeat-time just because you got beat up by a girl.”

Wedge-like snout opening, then closing, Parin lost the smugness and turned to a slight fluster. With a lash of his tail, he started padding over to the body laid on the stairs while muttering. “I work IT, of course I’ll get my ass beat. She just reacted much faster than most after seeing me pull out the tape…” Standing over the canine’s form, he looked back to his wife with a mock pout.

Smiling while holding a palm to her ear, Katie was the playfully smug one now. “What was that? You need help carrying the body upstairs? Aww you poor thing.”

Squaring his shoulders in exaggerated defiance, the sergal crouched, grabbed the limp girl, and lifted up to sling the body over his shoulder. The grunt he let out was certainly twinged with pain, but he turned to his wife with a resolute glare. Until the ice pack fell off his face. He then reached up to slap the wolf’s nice ass next to his head. “Nuh-UH!”

Giggling, Katie dropped to a casual stance and began walking towards them. “Go on, I’ll bring the ice.”

—

"Mmf~ You're fucking tight, bitch. You *really* needed to get laid more. Don't worry though, you're alllll mine now~" Both sergal and limp wolf lay on the bed, on their sides as Parin held one of the cold woman's legs up in a sort of spooning pose. Perfectly revealed from the split legs was that immense shaft spreading the wolf's pussy wide open, mound taught around his girth as he rocked his hips to send an inch in at a time. He kept the pace slow, taking his time to fully enjoy the fuckmeat, to savor every bit of its first stretching. "You're going to be such a perfect cumdumpster. The only worthwhile part of your entire life~" He whispered, pressing his muzzle against her rubber-wrapped one and nuzzling into the lifeless face.

Yet as the motions progressed, it was clear that he only made it halfway in. And if the faint bulge poking out of the girl's navel indicated anything, it was that the choker-wearing sergal had bottomed out at that halfway point, hips freezing as far as he could go. "You definitely weren't the kind of slut that could take all of me. Good thing all you cunts have some extra room past that cervix. Let me just..." His eyes slowly closed as a look of concentration took over his features, swirling tail rigid as he held the girl's form still while increasing the pressure his hips exerted. With a faint gasp, the sergal's features scrunched as his tip started to push into the girl's womb, and with it came the resistance of her tight entrance.

"Ohhh, there we go. There we fucking go~" Parin breathed, the faintest movement of his hips nearing hers not showing just how hard he was pushing. Then there was a near-instant slam of his groin to her ass as the barrier broke, his member fully buried in her womb, his balls slapping her mound as the wolf's belly firmly bulged with his length. "Time to ruin you." The boy said with a sudden growl of passion breaking through his composure as he began pumping his hips back and forth, the clear outline of his shaft seen through the canine's skin as it began to batter her uterus's walls from the inside. 

Katie watched in silence from the doorway, eyes wide as she saw the sergal's cock disappear into the wolf's form, then reappear, over and over, a rhythmic pounding that was almost hypnotic. Her husband's moans were soft and subdued, but there was an intense energy behind them as he rammed into the corpse with abandon. It was always somewhat fascinating to see him fuck like this, so focused, so deliberate. To see such a good lay be exclusive to a corpse that couldn't feel how good it is to be used by him. Not that any of her former partners were unenthusiastic, but Parin's fierce sex-drive just always made her feel a twinge of jealousy. Random hookups with Parin’s blessing just weren’t the same when she could see the green grass beyond the fence.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard Parin's grunting, a low moan followed by a shudder as he gripped the girl's body tightly and drove himself in deep, his shaft throbbing visibly under her skin. The sergal was practically trembling as the bulge grew in size, clearly indicating that he was emptying his balls into the corpse's womb. "Mmmf~ First of many, cunt.” The boy whined, his moans the cutest she ever heard. God, she wished she could experience being under Parin. Just, you know, without the whole being snuffed part. Bit of a mood killer.

Katie didn't even register that Parin's lidded eyes were locked to her distant gaze as his head rest atop the wolf's. Ears pinning as the shaded jackal realized she was being watched back, she faintly blushed and coughed into her hand. Still, the sergal spoke in that strangely strong but sensual tone. "Didn't take you for a voyeur. You don't have to stay to make sure I'm alright~"

Blushing harder, Katie switched to looking at the floor. "Uhm... I, uh, think... I'll stay this time. For a bit."

Still hilted in the wolf, and now resuming his heavy plaps into her, hefty balls swinging up to slap loudly and cum leaking through the stretched cunt lips, Parin giggled cutely while keeping eye contact with his wife. "I appreciate you looking out for me while I’m injured. But you know I say some things to fuckmeat that aren't entirely decent. Don't make yourself listen to me."

Rolling her eyes and trying to take back some control of the aura now thickening in the room, Katie scoffed. "We all say weird shit when horny. I’ve let a ‘daddy’ out here and there. Porn dialog is a very real thing. I don't care what you say as long as you don't say it to me. But... I just..."

"Feel jealous?" Came the cheeky interruption from the orangish boy as *PLAP* after *PLAP* filled the room, the wet sounds of the cock being driven into the cold flesh echoing off the walls.

Katie's expression changed from embarrassment to frustration, a slight growl coming from her throat before she could catch it. "Shut up. I'm not jealous. I just want to watch you fuck. You. Not the body." Then she sighed, leveling out her palms. "Honestly? Your moans are fucking adorable. I want to hear more of them. Gives me some material next time I'm masturbating."

The sergal's brows rose in surprise, ears pricked up in curiosity. But his angular snout kept that calm, confident smirk. "Oh? Well, then... by all means." His attention turning back to the body below him as his palms gripped her waist and pulled her towards his thrusts, making the girl's entire form ripple with each stronger impact. "Let me show you my moans."

Katie smirked, leaning against the wall as her husband resumed his intense plowing, the wolf's ass jiggling with every collision of their hips. It was clear that despite being tired and sore, Parin had plenty more energy left to fuck. And the jackal wanted to see exactly what her husband could do. It only made her more intent on finding a way to get with him.

—

“Going naked today?” Asked the shady furred girl, sauntering up to the bare sergal humming a pleasant tune and shaking his ass while doing dishes. His long tail swayed with his hips, the fluff at the end lashing with his vocal tune, continuing undeterred as his wife’s hands grabbed those fuzzy cheeks.

Ever so slightly turning his head to better point his sly eye at her, “Maybeee~ With how nice the weather is today, I might. I have enough fluff already, more layers can get stuffy fast.”

“You comfortable going nude on the bus? Or do you want to run errands with me and my nice air conditioned car?”

Giggling, the sergal pushed his angular snout to kiss the top of Katie’s head. “I am more than comfortable, you know me. It’s best if we divide and conquer. I’ll take care of the fuckmeat like usual, you hit the errands, we get home around the same time and have the rest of the day together.”

The smaller woman gave Parin’s rear another squeeze. “Speaking of… I was wondering if you’d be up for something today? I want to run some tests on how ‘obligate’ your necrophilia is.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. Especially after just getting my weekly ball-draining.”

With a growing smile that seemed just a bit too sharp, Katie stepped back slyly. “Excellent. I should be back home before you, so I’ll have the equipment set up for you. Thanks hun.” Rising to her tip-toes to peck the tall orangish sergal, he giggled back as she grabbed her keys and left.

—

“Oof, I need to work out more if tossing fuckmeat gets my arms this tired.” Idly said the orangish sergal, unlocking the front door. Stepping in, he was confronted by his lovely wife. Wearing latex. And a lab coat. Blinking, only wearing his choker, Parin’s ears wilted. “Oh. You meant like, ‘hands on’ tests.”

In a surprisingly short span of time, the boi found himself restrained in the master bathroom. Hands cuffed together and suspended from the shower curtain rod, bent over with his tail linked to a posture collar, and legs straight and parted by a spreader bar. Instead of the usual stockings and sleeves he wore of pleasant cotton or comfy nylon, tight latex replaced them to cover his limbs. With heavy leather bands on the upper edges to provide link points for the harness around his torso.

“Where did you even get all this stuff? Have we always had a spreader bar?” Parin mused while Katie stood up from behind him, the last clasp locked onto the final D-ring. 

“Relax, I’m just renting it. This will probably be a one time thing, so I didn’t go all out.” Spoke the onyx jackal as she knelt down to pull more items out of a tub.

“Oh, so I can’t keep fuckmeat for two days, but you’re fine with used sex-gear? That’s-MPH!” 

Abruptly cut off as Katie slotted the ball gag into his yapping jaws, she quickly latched them behind his head and gave him a smug pat on the cheek. With a giggle at his fresh pout, “Its easy to sterilize latex and silicone. Now hush and let me get in the mood for experimenting. There’s a button on your left cuff that beeps when pressed. Use that to tell me if I’ve gone too far. Otherwise, shut up and be a good boy~”

Parin’s brow furrowed as his pout increased, but she noticed the blush and wagging tail.

—

Pacing the form of the sergal, the jackal held her phone to make a voice memo. “As expected, the handjob serves as a control to confirm exceedingly mild arousal reactions, if any. While this does confirm… Hey! I see that look! Let me have my fun! I’m not going to be judged for audio logs by the guy that kills people! Oh don’t you dare-“

—

Once more making a voice note as she stood behind the sergal, a blindfold now secured to his head, Katie mused aloud. “I had high hopes for the masturbator sleeve, but once warmed up and without other stimulus to indicate the sleeve is a corpse, the erection dwindled. Perhaps able to be used in conjunction with pornography, but… Oh my god Parin, I can tell you just rolled your eyes at me!”

—

Gagged, blindfolded, and now boasting earplugs and a full latex hood, the sergal was cut off from all sense but touch. Just in time for the e-stim tests. Electrodes found themselves attached to his hefty, swaying balls while metal rings adorned his impressive shaft, wires leading down to a control box. While not cruel enough to launch to full power, Katie did start off on three just for him being bratty. 

And the results? Neat. Forced stimulation did have a response to bring to man to about half-hardness and keep it there. It was with that inquisitive focus and driven desire that Katie watched her husband’s form twitch and rattle, shaft bouncing on the pulses. If she could hit his prostate too, there was a good chance he could get mostly hard and maintain it. But since she lacked that equipment currently, she merely increased the power on the existing setup. Oh, plans and thoughts, what could she do with this knowledge? She couldn’t ride him while actively getting shocked, but perhaps-

A droning beep rang out, the jackal’s ears flinging up as she instantly turned the dial to zero. Rushing up, she nearly ripped the rubber hood off before yanking out the earplugs and un-snapping the gag and blindfold in one go. Where there was once lustful intensity was now concern as she held the sergal’s head in her palms. “Are you alright? Was it too much? I’m sorry, I should have-“

But he was smiling. “Katie! Katie! I got kinda hard!”

Mouth open, she clacked it shut. Then pulled her goober in for a hug. “I know, dumbass. But I thought I had hurt you…”

Beaming that warmth and bright energy, “Oh, no I just REALLY have to piss. You didn’t let me go before starting.”

—

“You know… I think I get why you’re so into latex. Kinda dig the vibe.” Parin said, turning before the full length mirror on the closet door, taking in the dark limb coverings. “Put some neon fishnets over it, throw on a crop top, and that’s a bomb rave outfit.”

Katie scoffed, busy repacking things into a bin. “I am not ‘so’ into latex.”

The taller sergal bent backwards as he brought his snout to bear so the jackal could see his combination of raised and lowered brows. Even if upside down. Then he keenly looked at the shiny corset under her lab coat. “Uh huh.”

“Ugh, okay. Yes, I like it, but I’m only wearing this because it was included in the bundle!”

Parin’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you invent that latex skin graft stuff?”

Raising a finger, while also casting her eyes aside as she realized the battle was not in her favor. “My grandfather invented it. I’m just taking up the family mantle and refining it. And it’s not latex! It’s a-“

“It’s black, smooth, and gets shiny when polished. It’s latex hun. But you say that like I *mind* having a kinky mad-doctor wife.” Straightening his posture again as he turned to look at his ass in the mirror, the sergal giggled. “Your husband kills people. I think you’re allowed to like whatever you want. You didn’t hear judgement from me when you let it slip that you get a kick out of operations.”

With an exaggerated ‘ugh’ before a quiet sigh, Katie kept packing things up. “I’m getting the full anal e-stim kit next time, your prostate won’t know what hit it.”

A cocky smirk met her from the mirror, one of the sergal’s dark-sleeved arms reaching back to sink into his nice ass and part the cheek. Giving his wife a face-full of his hole, Parin gave a low hum. “Bring it on, babe. In fact, let’s make a bet. Get the biggest one they offer. If I can take it, I get to keep a fuckmeat for two days.”

“I didn’t take you for a bottom, hun.” Katie said with some loving snark.

“I spent most of my teen years with myself and everyone around me thinking I never got hard because I was a bottom. I’m a little out of practice now, but it will be just like riding a bike~”

Pointing a finger, “I’ll take that bet on one condition. You don’t get to practice. Deal?”

Quickly spinning, the sergal faced his wife, a subtle ‘thwap’ of his soft cock flopping to his thigh punctuating the tall man’s rush. Swiftly crouching, he grabbed the smaller woman and held her up in a hug, pushing their snouts together to bring their eyes face to face. Playful smugness and joy, he nuzzled her nose to bring a fresh blush to the jackal’s features. “Deal! Also please actually tell me what you’re going to do next time, I don’t mind being your test subject, but don’t keep me in the dark. Okay?”

Unable to do anything but match that warm smile of his, Katie returned the snoot boop. “Certainly.”