July 14th, Day 9
departing to Mount Kilauea at 6pm, arriving at midnight, then cruising on to Kailua Kona




When the sun finally woke Freddie up he was surprised to find himself alone.  He always fancied himself one of the earliest birds around, but by the time he had come around this bat he’d found was already showered, dressed, and almost done eating her room service breakfast.  A half hour later he found himself sitting in a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar speedboat, riding into the rising sun at over fifty miles an hour, which doesn’t seem like much in a car but is a whole different animal on the ocean.  


“HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO RENT THIS THING ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE?!”  He yelled over the wind to Janeeza.  She was instantly enamored with the machine, going over every inch of its lacquered, waxed and shined, African Mahogany and chrome, red leather and burgundy piped surface.  She stroking the painstakingly finished, fitted, flashy machine like a woman in love.  A smile had stretched across her face from the moment they picked up the rented beast at the dock, and had been irremovable since then.  


Freddie was concerned about time.  She had told him that it would be a three hour ride, but that was two hours of fruitless attempts at conversation ago and they were only now nearing the island of Hawaii, let alone being around to Hilo.  The best solace he could find was that gorgeous smile on her face, radiating with that pure kind of happy like a kid on Christmas morning.  She had taken the time that morning to braid her hair again while it was wet.  It still blew wildly behind her, whipping and snaking as if it had a mind of its own.  Her bikini for the day was something classic, yellow-and-white stripes with a little bow on the front of the top and a nice skirt covering the bottom.  It wasn’t entirely traditional, as she’d been sure to show that the skirt was concealing a quite revealing yellow thong.  He blushed a little thinking about it and turned out to look at the ocean, crossing his legs and regretting wearing Dennis’ damned tightpants.  


“WHAT TIME IS IT?”  Janeeza hollered as she glanced over at him.  


“HOLD ON A SEC!”  He shifted in his seat to get into his pocket and to his phone, clicking a volume button to activate the screen and swiping the lock off.  “IT’S ALREADY NINE!  CAN WE MAKE IT!?”


“I TOLD YOU I’D GET YOU THERE, I’LL GET YOU THERE!  PLANT YOURSELF IN THAT SEAT AND HOLD TIGHT!”  She schootched back in her seat and shoved the throttle all the way to the front.  The sudden acceleration pushed Freddie back in his seat roughly.  He sat pinned as they rocketed across the water, kicking up a six foot tall rooster tail the whole way.  



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Anne was up at the crack of dawn this time and, with her feline companion keeping her occupied and away from the alcoho,l she was no worse for wear.  Yvette, on the other hand, was sore and exhausted, and would probably sleep till hunger woke her.  Anne had left her in the room, opting to have her breakfast in the Windjammer with limitless black coffee and no one interfering with her and business.  


[center][b]Nora Spellner  <guudy2shuus@fmail.com>[/b]         July 13, 2013  3:15pm
To:  S. Anne Gunnarsdottir <SAGunnarsdottir1984@fmail.com>
YOU”RENOTOPEN
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WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS?!  I [U]JUST[/U] GOT MY GYM MEMBERSHIP AND YOUR CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE?!  I DIDN’T PAY FOR YOU TO BE CLOSED!  IF YOU”RE NOT OPEN TOMORROW I”M CANCELLING MY MEMBERSHIP AND PUTTING IN FOR A FULL REFUND![/center]


Anne sighed and deleted the email along with the baker’s dozen just like it.  The down payments were explicitly non-refundable and she had received a fair amount from selling these people nonrefundable equipment such as clothes, cups, braces, and other wearables, as well as some fight gear, but what was going to hurt was losing their monthlies.  A thousand or so dollars a month makes a difference, especially this late in the season.  Before long it would be fall, then winter, and no one joins gyms in the season of candy, turkey, and Christmas.  That’s a thousand dollars short of barely scraping by for the next six months or more, depending on how early Spring decided to come in 2014.  She clicked into another folder in her emails to go through the last three days’ worth of messages from the bank.  They all had identical subjects, “NOTICE OF DELINQUENCY.”  Anne hated that word.  It made her feel like a child being chastised.  She deleted all of the banks’ emails, knowing full well what was inside.  She turned up her breakfast, a Corpse Driver #2(a concoction of Gin, Triple Sec, Lillet, and Absinthe) and downed it quickly before standing and turning on her heels to head to work.




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Dennis was lucky this morning.  He’d managed to wake up before Shanoa, the red wolfcat that had worked him like a rented mule4 nonstop since he met her at the Viking.  She’d milked him dry that whole night, which he was totally down for, but for the first time he was completely outmatched.  The woman had stamina like he’d never seen before, barely giving him a minute to rest between goes.  What made matters worse was she had two speeds, one was pounding him into dust and the other was an agonizing tease, just enough to keep him on the cusp of pleasure without actually letting him cross that threshold.  She had finally managed to put herself soundly to sleep with it last night, so he was finally able to sneak away.  


He slipped across the hallway with his clothes under his arm to Freddie’s room, jiggling the handle and knocking quietly.  “Freeeeeeed~”  He tried to yell as quietly as he could.  “Come on Fred…”  He pulled out his security card and started fiddling with the latch on the door, jiggling the doorhandle while he attempted to card the door.  The latch clicked open and he almost hollered out for joy as he slipped in and let the door lock behind him.  “Fred!  You come back last night or what?”  He looked around as he walked through, finding nothing but the tape and rent garbage bags, as well as the strewn out selection of clothing that didn’t make the cut sitting on the bed.  


[i]Okay… somebody got lucky.[/i]  He thought as he headed to the bathroom for his morning shower.  He pulled his phone out and checked the time.  [i]Nine fifteen.  I can shower in fifteen minutes and go get food before work.[/i]  He nodded at his plan and stripped quickly before jumping into the shower to clean himself hurriedly.  


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Dennis walked out of the bathroom clean and refreshed, tossing his clothes on Freddie’s bed for the time being.  He’d taken a little longer of a shower than he’d planned and was intending on skipping breakfast in lieu of whatever snacks Freddie still had left in his minifridge.  He strutted across the room to the fridge, finally regaining his composure after his shower.  Sure, that woman had him tired out and run dry, but a few hours sleep and a shower and he was right as rain.  


He stopped as he passed by the large vanity as he walked to the fridge and stopped, admiring himself in the mirror.  He smiled and winked at himself before heading on.  “Yeah, I’m the shit.  Deal with it.”  He bent down at the waist to dig through the almost untouched contents of Freddie’s minifridge.  


SWOOOSH-K!


The door leading to the balcony slid open loudly behind him, making him shoot up in surprise, soda in one hand and a prepackaged triangle of a sandwich in the other.  “THIS IS MY FRIEND’S ROOM, I’M NOT ROBBING HIM!”  


“Who’s this?”  A deep female voice came from behind him, like an african Lauren Bacall.  


“DENNIS!”  Freddie hollered, bringing the bat’s arms down as he turned, looking curiously back at the odd pair.  “What are you doing in here?”  Janeeza walked in front of Freddie, beelining to the bed and stretching out as Freddie walked to Dennis.  “Thanks.”  He took the soda and cracked it open, turning it up and drinking it as he walked towards his bed, slipping his shirt off with his free hand.  


“Ummm…” Dennis looked back and forth between the parrot and the bat, trying to piece this picture together.  “What are you…?  Is she?  What?!”  


Janeeza rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow.  “I rode him over here from Lahaina this morning.  I’m his new lover.  You should put on pants.” She rattled them off quickly and matter-of-factly, glancing down at his package before looking back up at him with a smirk. 


Freddie swallowed as she titled herself.  Knowing Dennis like he did he knew that assumptions would be made immediately, which wouldn’t be completely unjustified considering their shared experiences with a certain feline.   “I’m gonna go in here and get dressed for work, alright?  Get some clothes on Dennis.”  He grabbed a pair of his shorts and pulled one of his compression tanks out from under Janeeza before quickly heading to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.


Dennis blinked as he watched the door and nodded.  “O...kay?”  He turned and looked down at the bed where his clothes were laying.  “Guess I have to put clothes on now.”  


Janeeza watched Dennis as he walked towards the bed, sitting up once he got close and putting her back against the headboard.  “So you’re the guy that lent him the jeans?”  She took one of Freddie’s pillows and sat it on her lap as she crossed her legs to sit indian-style. 


“Yeah!”  He smiled as he unfolded his clothes, giving her the full frontal view.  “You can’t think he actually has a sense of style on his own, right?”  He laughed as he sucked in his stomach and flexed almost everything out of reflex.  “So you’re his cruise crush, huh?”  


Janeeza laughed and nodded.  “I think so.  To be fair I like him a little bit, too.”  She watched Dennis dress with a smirk.  “You can stop flexing for me.  I’ve already got my teeth sunk into something I like and you’re not my type anyway.”


He pulled his pants up and raised an eyebrow at her as he rolled up his shirt in his paws.  “Your type?  How do you know what type I am already?”  


She chuckled and leaned back.  “You really want to know?”  


He looked at her for a second before slipping his shirt on.  “No, actually, I don’t.  I get enough girls as it stands.  If there’s a type of girl that’s gonna be interested in Freddie, which looking at you there obviously is, I don’t wanna cut into it.  He can have that.”  He tucked his shirt in and sat down on the dresser across from the bed, starting to unwrap the sandwich.  


Janeeza shook her head as Freddie came out of the bathroom dressed in his shorts and compression top.  “Alright!”  She threw the pillow aside and turned to face Freddie, rocking to  her feet and walking towards him.  “I’m going to go back to the island before we get in trouble for me being here.  Don’t want my goody two-shoes getting into trouble, do we?”  She roughed his headfeathers and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  “Lunch at noon, right?”  


“‘Round then, yeah.”  Freddie turned his head bashfully and put his hands on her waist. “I’ll text you.”  He nuzzled against her cheek and gave her a peck of a kiss.  


“Alright then, sexy.”  She smacked him on the ass and started back out to the balcony.  “Take care of my bird, Dennis!”  She hollered as she hopped up onto the guardrail of Freddie’s balcony. Dennis nodded with a mouthful of ham and swiss, waving at her without looking as he struggled to wolf it down quickly before they needed to run to the seminar.  Freddie waved with his back to her as she jumped off and glided back to shore.  


Freddie picked the soda back up and took another swig of it as he looked down at Dennis.  “So what were you doing in here?”  


He turned up, gulping down his half-chewed mouthful of sandwich.  “Ulp- Taking a shower.  That chick from the other night?  Friggin crazy.  I didn’t think she’d let me go to the seminar if I didn’t get out while she was asleep.”  


Freddie’s head tilted and an eyebrow raised curiously.  “You don’t think you can handle that little wolfcat from last night?  Seriously?”  


“I can’t hit a girl, you know that.”  Dennis stood up and started walking to the door, shrugging his shoulders.  “Besides she’ll get the message and be gone by the time we get done with the seminar.”  He pulled the door open and started out. “Come on before we get late and have Anne even farther up our asses.”  


“Right!”  Freddie nodded and jogged after Dennis, pulling the door shut behind him and letting it lock itself.  




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The seminar was mostly empty again.  The few that had showed up were the more dedicated folks and appreciated the one-on-one attention that they received.  Anne was less than enthusiastic on the inside, but a few mid-lifers and a Kimbo Slice wannabe weren’t enough to wet her whistle.  Freddie was in his element dealing with people; in it for the “love of the game,” as it were, but if there wasn’t eye candy around it was hard for Dennis to keep his attention fixed  


As soon as the seminar was over, Freddie was off the side of the ship to hook up with his bat babe, and Anne wasn’t the best of company lately, so he was pretty much alone.  He and Layla had mostly parted ways once she started hanging out on the beach.  She’d probably found some muscled up, toned, surfer-dude local and was giving him the ride of his life.  [i]I’ll text her later tonight after we set sail.[/i]  Dennis thought to himself as his stomach growled and he walked to the main dining room.  He felt like eating big, and eating a real meal since he’d not eaten anything real since the 12th.  


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Almost an hour and a half later, with a belly full of steak, mixed veg, and cake, Dennis finally made his way back to his room for a shower and a rest to let his food settle before heading back to the seminar.  His stomach felt like it was full of concrete, so a shower and a nice nap would be essential to being able to move around and get hot later without chucking all over the gym.  [i]And[/i] he was starting to feel a little bit of the itis.  


Dennis rubbed his full stomach and smiled as he dug out his security card.  [i]I’m gonna take a bath… a long steamy one…[/i]  He swiped his card and waited for the door to unlock before putting it back in his pocket and heading inside.  He looked around and smiled, breathing a sigh of relief.  [i]And happy birthday to me!  That crazy bitch is gone.[/i]  


He heard the door shut behind him and started to turn, but felt an arm quickly wrap around his neck, pulling him down. The sudden movement startled him and brought him off-balance. He tried to holler but the arm around his neck squeezed too tight; he could barely breath as he was held in the headlock.  He struggled to get loose, turning and wrenching his head in the grip, trying to open his airway.  The body holding him felt feminine and smelled familiar.  He looked at the arm holding him, the black arm and legs, and the red and black tail that kept snaking in and out of his vision.  “Sh-Shanoa!  What the fu-!!”  


He was cut off by a white rag shoved in his face, the world slowly getting blurry as he fought to breathe.  “You naughty, spoiled little boy… you thought you could just leave before I was completely satisfied?”  She whispered in his ear, her black lips curling into a predatory smile as she walked him toward the bed.  “You’re mine until I decide I’m done with you… I’m going to tease you… keep you at the edge of the greatest orgasm you’ll ever feel for hours… and then, when you’re at your wits’ end… I’ll stop.  And I’ll let it completely die down… before starting again… and again… and again… I’ll spank your ass like the the naughty boy you are and I’ll tease your prostate.  I may even fuck your ass with a bigass strapon I brought with me…”  He began to pass out, everything going black, his body falling limp onto the bed.  “I’m going to milk you for every drop you’re worth… inside me this time,  you messy little boy...”





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Freddie and Janeeza sat outside at a little stand on the beach.  It was a nice little pushcart that sold coconuts full of a nice combination of frozen fruit juices, making a sweet, refreshing, icy concoction that quenched the thirst.  They were nestled into the sand beside each other, shoulder to shoulder, facing the ocean as children played and surfers surfed. A few scantily-clad women made sport of walking back and forth, distracting the less-focused males.  


“So where in America are you moving to, again?”  Freddie looked over at her as she sipped her drink quietly under her large, pastel yellow sun hat.  


“New Hampshire.  This little upper-class town with a Navy base and a nice enough port.  Marblecliff.”  She stirred the drink and sighed.   “I don’t know how I feel about it.”


Freddie turned to face her and tilted his head curiously.  “What do you mean?”


“Well first off, I’m moving to a navy town.  I don’t know how much you know about Africa but men on boats with guns are never a good sign.  And it’s a very upper-class town.  Everything in places like that are at least twice as expensive as everywhere else.  The people are usually assholes and gossips, and everyone’s fake.”  She took a long swig of her drink.  “They’re just not fun places to live.  Like London.”  


“Aaah… I get it, I guess.  I’m from a city, too, but it’s not that bad.  There are areas of real snobbishness but mostly it’s all working class.”  He sipped his drink and wrapped a wing around her.  


“What’s that for?”  She turned to face him and smirked, raising an eyebrow.  


He turned to look away from her and pulled her closer to him.  “I like you a lot…”  


“So you’re just putting your arm around me and avoiding eye contact like a timid middle schooler?”  She leaned over and nipped his cheek, giving a light, playful growl.  


“Yeah… I guess.”  He chuckled a little and turned to kiss her on the cheek.  “What if… Uh… I wanted to keep in touch with you after this trip is over?”  


“I’ll text you my facebook later.  But…”  She pulled away and turned her body to face him, sitting crosslegged in the sand.  “Are you serious?  I have to ask, do you intend to wait on me?  Try to have a relationship from half the country away?”  She looked at him sternly, her hands on her knees.  


Freddie turned to face her and sat indian style, looking down at the sand.  “Maybe… If you’d be willing to try too.  I think you’re worth it… the work, and the dedication.  I know it’s not easy but-”


“I’m glad you feel that way.  But it’s kind of a cop-out.  It’s easy to form a long-distance relationship and use that to push other people away.  Listen, Fred.  I know that you’ve had some trouble in the past and that’s okay.  But I’m not okay with being your girl repellant.”  


Freddie’s head hung low, almost headbutting the sand as he nodded.  “I know that…  I don’t want to use you like that, but… when I find something I like, I want to keep it.” 


“But what if you find something  you like better?  Do you want to be chained down to someone across the country when you find the actual love of your life?”  She reached across and put her hand on his knee, squeezing it. 


Freddie nodded quietly.  He didn’t want to tell her that he had already found that love and lost her.  “I… I think it’s worth risking…”  


“Well maybe I don’t, Fred.”  She put her hand up on his cheek and stroked it gently.  “I have an idea, if you’re interested?”  He turned his head up to look at her and nodded weakly, a sort of defeated look in his eyes. “I say we stay in touch… stay friends… don’t commit to anything more than that.  If you want to come up or I come down there or… we end up in the same place… Then we can consider something more serious.  Okay?”  She cupped his chin in her hand and pulled him in, giving him a kiss on the beak.  He nodded and smiled, wrapping his arm around her back and pulled her into him, dragging her into his lap as he slipped his tongue out of his beak and across her lips.  


She smiled and moved up to her knees, straddling his lap and wrapping her wings around him as she opened her lips, taking his tongue into her mouth and returning his kiss with a deep, passionate moan.



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Anne sat on the leg press, watching and waiting for her two attendants.  [i]Worst case scenario, I can schedule a few small-time fights.  The pay from this will get the bank off my ass and the publicity would bring in more people…[/i]  She rode the machine with it’s full weight on, going slow and letting her muscles strain against the weight.  [i]Maybe I can schedule Fred or Doug for something, too.  They owe me, after all...[/i]


Freddie finally ran in and she dropped the weight to check her watch.  “One fourty-five.  Not bad.  Where’s the other one?”  She stood up and started stretching her legs.  


“Dennis?”  Freddie said, his feathers still ruffled and many all over his back and chest out of place.  “I haven’t seen him since this morning.”  


“Fucker…”  She stood up as the trainees started to pile in.  “I’m keeping his pay for today.  There’s too much on the line for you guys to just show up when you want to.”




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Dennis woke up staring at the ceiling, his body feeling numb and his vision still dark around the edges as he regained consciousness slowly.  He blinked hard, trying to clean the haze from his eyes as he turned his head.  He was in his room, he could tell that much.  All the lights were off, except the bathroom, and red candles were lit covering every dresser, nightstand, table and set of drawers in the room.  He tried to move and felt his thumbs held tightly together, sharp metal biting at him through his fur as he pulled at the restraint. He tried rolling one way or another but his legs were spread too wide in a position that stopped him.  He was bent backwards, his knees on the bed and his feet underneath his ass.  His ankles were secured together somehow, and each knee was tied to the corners of the bed, holding them wide apart.  He felt a mass of pillows underneath him holding his weight up to support his back, but also jammed between his restrained wings and his back, holding them uncomfortably stretched backwards.    


He heard padding from the bathroom and his head whipped to that side, straining his neck to see.  The black and red wolfcat stood in the doorframe, her complete heterochromic, deep blue and emerald green eyes shimmered in the candlelight as the rest of her body was silhouetted against the bright artificial light in the bathroom.  “Finally awake, loverboy?”  She flipped the bathroom light off and started padding toward him.  


“Sh-shanoa what the fuck are you doing?!”  He tried to smile, hoping for a chance to talk her out of whatever it was she was planning.  As he adjusted to the darkness he could make her out better.  Her long brown hair was held back by a simple white metal clip, her blonde bangs framing her face.  


“I’m getting what I wanted for the last two days, Dennis.”  She was wearing a classic white nurse’s uniform with red piping, held tight around her waist by a white belt with a silver buckle.  She was wearing tight white hose as well, showing the curves in her legs and the shapeliness of her paws and ending in a thong between her toes.  “I gave you the best fucking of your life and what did I get for it?”  She sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his bared stomach with her paw before slowly slipping it up his chest.  “Do you think that you gave me what I wanted?”


Dennis looked at her, confusion and slight indignation painted on his face.  “You came fucking buckets! I know you did!  I felt it!”  


“I don’t care about that, Dennis…”  She slid her paw up to his chin and cupped it in her palm.  “If all I wanted was a few orgasms I could have got that in my room alone better than you could EVER provide…”


[i]BULSHIT![/i]  He couldn’t help but think to himself as she made that outrageous claim.  “Then what the hell DID you want?”  


She smiled and let the back of her paw glide back down his neck, down the center of his chest and down his belly until it rode over his substantial sheath.  “I want this…”  She wrapped her slender fingers around his sack, letting his full, heavy balls rest in her palm.  “Inside… every last drop of it…”  The corners of her mouth curled up showing her teeth in a hungry smile and her tongue washed over her lips as she stared down at his sheath.   


Dennis shivered as he felt her eyes on him, the attention to his lowers making him slowly grow from his sheath.  “That’s not a good idea, Shanoa…  Maybe I can just cum in your ass agai-AAHN!”  He yelled out as she squeezed his sack roughly, digging her claws into the base of his sack.  


“No!”  She laid down on his chest, putting painful pressure on his back as she tugged at his sack with her claws.   She nuzzled against the inside of his ear, the touch to such a sensitive place making him shudder and harden even more.  “I’m going to take every last drop in my tight, hot, wet pussy…”  She whispered in a light growl.  “So deep that it doesn’t come out… and I’m going to sit there until you go soft, letting that fat, batty dickhead hold every last drop inside for its full effect…”  She licked the inside of his ear and she felt his lowers tense and his balls tighten, his finally-hard cock spewing a rope of pre across his belly.  “But not yet… not even soon, you naughty little boy…”  She took her weight off of him and put her feet on the floor, releasing his balls to take her weight off of the bed.  “No~  I have something special for you.”  She dug into the front pockets of her dress, pulling out two matching sets of bright silver rings attached to singular leather straps.  “Do you know how rare it is that I get to use the equine set?”  She smiled that predatory smile again, her sharp white teeth shimmering like pearls as she laid the Gates of Hell devices on the bed carefully.  “You’re such a lucky boy.”  She reached down beside the bed, out of Dennis’ sight, lifting up a single piece of ice from the bucket  before crawling back onto the bed.  


“Shanoa, this isn’t funny anymore…”  He started wiggling his long toes, trying to get some kind of leverage with his feet to wiggle out of his predicament somehow.  “You’re acting crazy… let me go, now.”  He tried to put on his deepest “man” voice, hoping he could somehow break her focus for a second so she could see how insane she was acting.  


She growled deeply and pressed the ice against his cockhole, the sudden cold shocking him and making him holler out.  “AAAH! F-f-fu-”  Her other paw wrapped around his muzzle, holding it shut tightly as she began to roll the ice down the bottom of his cock.  The reaction was almost immediate, his body shivering and his turgid muscle softening and shrinking as his balls pulled tight into his body.  She nuzzled his chest as she stroked the ice up and down, stretching out her tongue across his sensitive pink nipple.  


“I think we’ve got him small enough… let’s slip these on…”  She swung a leg across him, exposing underneath her skirt for the first time.  Her hose were one piece, a kind of faux garter belt holding around her waist with her muff and ass left completely exposed.  His head was wrapped in black and red fur, with only a small strip of brown fur above her glistening lips.  


“Listen, Shanoa, if this is really what you want we can make this happen, but I’m totally not into the whole bondage and chastity and pain and mmmph!”  He bit his lip hard as she gripped his soft tip, pulling it through the first set of rings roughly and waiting on it to harden to fill them.  She murred under her breath, her tail swaying in that feline way as her rough tongue reached out to tease around the hottom of the head, giving it teasing little nips as her free hand began stroking and massaging his large balls.   


“Now, calm down and breath out…”  As he finally grew enough to hold the first set of rings on his own she slipped two fingers through the very bottom ring and gripped his sack.  “If you tense up this will hurt.”  She suddenly tugged hard, forcing his balls through the too-small ring.  


“AAH!  FUCK!  FUCK! TAKE I-!”  She sat back onto his face, pinning it back into the pillow and muffling him with her soft, furred ass.  He struggled as he felt his lowers throb wildly, hardening faster than he ever had before.  


“Ooooh you must like this!”  She giggled to herself as she slipped the second set on, the very top ring locking in underneath his glans.  “Hehe you look so swollen.  Does this hurt?”  She slid a single claw up the bottom side of his cock, clicking over the rings as she drug the sharp tip roughly over his turgid, tingling, sensitive flesh.  He squirmed underneath her, unable to pull his face free of the bright red cheeks.  She nuzzled up against his shaft, rubbing her cheek up and down against the side as both paws roamed down to his balls, squeezing and stroking the oversized orbs, pinching and scraping over them teasingly with her claws.  “PRRrrrrrr~”  She purred into his shaft and pressed her nose against it, gently sticking out her tongue and dragging it up slowly, savoring the taste and the feel of his raw flesh under her tongue.  


Dennis’ gasped, catching a mouthful of her wettening cunt as his hips bucked and his lowers flexed painfully, his body desperately trying to force an orgasm to no avail.  He moaned and groaned painfully into her as she ground her pussy back against his face, feeling his maw wrapped around her mound.  Her rasping tongue tugged along his sensitive, tingling flesh, every pleasured sensation on his bound cock turning to an electric pain.  Her tongue teased around his head, spiraling towards the tip.  He yelped into her muff as her rough tongue ground against his hole, the normally delicate spot being hyper-sensitive now.  She purred into his tip, feeling his yelps of pleaure/pain as she abused his body.  

“Hmmhmmhmm…”  She chuckled a moan as she pressed her nose to his shaft, letting the tip slip down her chin, aiming towards the tightly-pressed cleavage in her dress.  He wiggled and moaned desperately under her as the feeling became more and more unbearable.  Her body pressing against his, the heavy female scent filling his nose, the taste filling his maw and threatening to drown him, her paws squeezing and massaging his balls and thighs, and her sandpapery tongue dragging across his flesh were all amplified by his restricted orgasm, her ministrations dragging it out even longer as his body struggled against the tight metal rings.  Her lips slid across his flesh as she traced her tongue down, his tip smearing the least drip of thick, pearly white cum across the puff of fur above her chest.  “Oooh~”  She cooed into him as she felt the thick liquid soak into her fur.  “Impressive that you got any out… You’re going to give me so much when I finally turn you loose…”  Her tongue darted out over the warm, soft orbs, his sack snugly pulled by the metal rings.  Lick after lick they bounced at her tongue’s attention, his body tensing as he neared yet another un-appeasing climax.  She pushed her body forward, just the slightest bit, letting his tip penetrate the top of her dress, slipping into the hot, furred confines of her breasts.  


“Ga-hrk!”  He gasped and coughed as his face was finally, if only slightly, freed from the moist prison of her lowers.  Just as his hips bucked, as little as they could buck, she dropped her weight back onto his face, bathing him again in a sea of red fur as she kept his tip and only his tip between her breasts, allowing no more or less.


“Nuh uh uh.  You get what I want to give you.”  She pressed her nose into the place where his shaft met his balls and pressed out her tongue, shifting her body forward as she slid her tongue all the way down the center of his balls to the perineum, stopping to give the soft flesh beneath his sack savoring nibbles.  


Dennis gasped again, being allowed to breath again.  “Shanoa!  F-FUCK!”  His legs strained helplessly as he was held by her restraints, his cock straining and throbbing painfully as it was buried between her breasts.  Another empty, unsatisfying climax wracked his body, the muscles of his shaft flexing painfully against the metal rings, his balls churning as the potent fluid desperately attempted escape.  Her tongue rasped down across his pink anal ring, making him holler out. “NO! Now, no!  Tha-that’s off-limits!”  She smiled and lightly shook her head, starting to rock her body back and forth, stroking his cock between her breasts.  


“You know what?  I’m going to go ahead and gag you now…”  She sat up, letting his cock slip free from her cleavage, and rocked to one side, swinging her leg off of him and onto the floor to bend back down, pulling up a large black rubber bit gag.  “Open wide for doctor…”


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Dennis moaned quietly, drooling around the gag as his cockhead was sucked roughly and the incredibly powerful for its size vibrating egg shook inside him, pushed just deep enough to sit directly against his prostate.  His eyes started to roll back in his head from the inescapable pleasure, his pained and restrained body beginning to dull to all but the pleasure.  His eyes shot open and he bit down on the rubber in his maw, his body tensing painfully against his restraints as he came again, letting only the smallest cumdrop through the tight metal rings and into Shanoa’s waiting, hungry maw.  


“MMm-Mm-RRrr~”  She moaned and purred, twisting her head as she pulled away from his tip with a loud, wet pop.  She sat up finally, and gently tugged the cord of the egg in Dennis’ rump out until it pulled free from his until-recently virgin ass.  He let out a muffled yelp as the plastic toy was pulled free, then a relieved sigh as it was finally gone.  “Now I’m going to really have my fun…”  She swung off of the bed and bent back down into her toybag.  


Dennis looked at the ceiling and shut his eyes, bracing himself for whatever she held in store for him next.  He could hear buckling and leather squeaking against itself.  Then he felt her hands underneath him, suddenly lifting his legs out from under him.  He tried to kick or struggle but his legs were asleep and numb, whether from the things she had been doing to him or the position he’d been tied in he would never know.  She put the bottoms of his feet against the headboard, something unfortunately easy thanks to his practiced flexibility, and then secured his tied ankles to the headboard, holding him firmly.  She removed the spreader at his knees and replaced it with a leather strap seemingly for that purpose, holding his legs tight together with his cock resting tightly against his thighs.  


“RRrrRRrRRrRRrRrRrRrRr~” She purred powerfully looking down at him, finally stroking up and down his thighs as he settled into his new position, unable to see her through his legs.  Her paws glided down and squeezed his ass, spreading the cheeks and kneading them with her sharp claws out, dragging across his flesh.  “Such a tight, delicious ass…”  She leant down and wrapped her maw around one of his cheeks, biting down hard, digging her sharp teeth into his muscled ass.  He hollered and tensed slightly, the pain suddenly breaking through the numbness.  She released her hold on him and slid her tongue over the bite, a defined mark left, with a few bleeding spots in places. “MMmm~  So tasty…”  She licked across to the base of his tail and swept up, sliding her sandpapery tongue across his tailhole and up his taint, slurping up his sac, then letting them bounce as they fell.  ‘This is going to be so much fun!” She almost squee-d with joy as she sat up on her knees, her hands gripping his hips and jostling him one way or another, until finally he felt the coarse, spiked tip press against his hole, smearing lube on his already slobber-slick hole.  He shook his head and arched his hips away, grunting around the gag in his maw. 


“Oh no you don’t!”  She wrapped both arms around his legs, hugging them tight to her chest and dropped her hips, driving the first 6 thick inches of a hybrid feline/canine dildo into his ass in one hard thrust.  He howled around the gag but stayed still, loathe to move the mass of hard, spikey latex inside him for anything.  “Oooooh~”  She held him still, feeling his cock swell and balls churn against her stomach and chest, sliding her tongue up the back of his calf.  “I wonder how long we’ll have to go at it before I can get the knot in…”  She ground what Dennis had thought the base was against him, feeling the molded-in muscle against his tightly stretched ring, suddenly becoming aware of its size.  She pulled her hips back, dragging the rough tip against his prostate as she withdrew.  Dennis whined quietly as she withdrew and released his legs, sliding her paws down to his hips.  “Now stay still while I do this.”  


She took her hands off of him for a moment, leaving the very tip inside him.   He considered trying to pull away but knew there was no use, and besides that he wasn’t curious to find out what his punishment would be.  He heard the soft snap of cloth releasing a button, and the click of a bottle opening, like a shampoo or soap bottle.  After a moment of light moans, he felt the wolfcat lean back down against him, his tip against her stomach just below her breasts.  “You’re going to love this, Den-den…”  She pushed her hips back into him letting his tip push up through the opening in her dress, pushing up through her slick, lubed up breasts easily.  


The feeling of her tits wrapped tight around his cock was almost enough to push him over the edge, the rough tip dragging across his prostate brought him to another orgasm, his hips thrusting weakly into her breasts, the pleasure overriding the pain he felt from the thick false member thrusting into his ass.  Shanoa smiled a victorious smile as the alpha-male rode her rubber cock, and began thrusting in time with his.  She gripped his hips and matched their speed, bottoming out in his ass every time he thrusted into her tits.  She dug her claws into his hips and held him tight, her hips starting to smack against his ass as they both picked up the pace.  “OOoooh!  You like this, don’t you?”  She bit the back of his leg hard and raked her claws across his asscheeks before pulling one arm back and smacking it hard, bringing a loud whine from his lips.  His attention brought back by her spank, he started to grunt and groan, biting the hard rubber as his body betrayed him yet again.  “Come on baby, give me a good one and I’ll let you cum!  Cum for me Denny!” She bit her lip as she came herself, the bumpy texture of the inside of the strapon rubbing her clit and lips as she ground herself into his ass, pushing harder with each thrust to set the knot inside him.  With a final thrust she dropped all of her weight into him, and with a loud squelching pop, the knot went inside him, his tight, spasming ring locking them together as his cock tried helplessly to cum yet again. She purred and unbuckled the strapon, letting it fall lose as she left it inside him.  


“Now…” She took his feet down yet again, this time cinching each ankle tight to a bedpost and pulling the pillows out from under him, letting him lay flat on his back.  “I’m going to leave you to go down for a minute.  I need a sports drink and a sandwich.”  She patted his balls and got off the bed, swinging her hips as her tail swung behind her before finally disappearing into the kitchen.  


When Shanoa finally returned, Dennis was almost asleep, his softening cock beginning to slip free of the restraints that were on him.  “Almost ready for me, I see!”  She giggled a little as she walked to him, crawling back onto the bed to straddle his legs.  “Hmm… let’s see here…”  She pulled the top set of rings off of him easily.  “Now for this…”  She cupped his balls, tugging the ring that held them.  “They’re all swollen… Hehe I know…”  She leaned down and slipped her tongue underneath the ring, letting the soft underside rub against Dennis’ sack as she lubed up the metal ring with her saliva.  She tugged it with her tongue, pulling gently and slowly, making the large bat squirm under her.  Finally his heavy balls fell loose of the tight metal ring as it was pulled free, and she quickly pulled it off before he got too hard. “Hehehe!  Let’s get you back where you belong before you blow that load!”  She almost ripped her dress open and threw it away, exposing her black and bright red body to him again.  


His hardened cock still wore the ridges from the tight metal rings restraining his flesh.  She threw her leg over him, her tail dragging over his chest and face as she placed herself firmly over his cock, pressing her glistening folds against his very base, putting her paws on his knees.  “I’m going to enjoy… EVERY… SINGLE… SECOND of this…” She arched her back, pressing her clit against his shaft as she slid back, letting the ridges in his turgid flesh massage her lips and tease her sensitive pearl.  Each one brought a shuddering, moaning purr flowing from her lips, floating to Dennis’ sensitive ears even through the thick red and black fur that blanketed his head.  


Her glistening nectar dripped down the sides of his shaft, matting into the fur of his crotch and stomach as she slowly slid back and forth along it.  With each stroke of her sopping wet pussy she rose a little higher before sliding back down, letting her clit rub the coarse fur of his sheath before moving back up towards his tip again.  She released a loud, moaning sigh as she finally pushed all the way back, letting his tip slide across her lips, flicking across her clit as it sprung to full attention.  She giggled and moved her hips forward, pressing herself against the base of his shaft, letting her body fill the curve of his member as her fingertips traced up the sides slowly.  Her sharp claws tugged and teased at the sensitive flesh before finally letting them sheath in her fingertips, using only the soft pads to massage over his tip.  She squeezed and kneaded the throbbing, pulsing muscle with her fingertips, grinding her clit and belly against the top of his shaft.  


Blinded by her tail, the anxiety and anticipation of every unexpected touch drove Dennis wild.  As much torture and as much trouble as this woman had put him through till now, he couldn’t deny that no one had ever been able to command so much pleasure from his body so deliberately, no one had had so much control.  She easily found every one of his buttons and pushed them expertly, even ones he’d never known he had.  A long string of pre shot across her belly and splashed against the undersides of her breasts, finally unrestricted by any kind of restraint.  


Shanoa giggled and rubbed her soft thumb pad across his tip, smearing the thin liquid across his tip before bringing it to her lips.  “MMmmRrRrRrRrRr~”  She lifted her tail and threw it to the side, rising as far as she could on her knees.  “You’re just too big…”  She got up on one knee, barely able to lift herself up enough for her lips to meet his waiting tip.  “I can’t wait to feel it touch bottom… feel it push tight against my cervix and give every drop of that hot, thick, sperm in my womb…  AAH!”  She moaned loudly as she popped the tip inside, going no deeper as she looked back over her shoulder.  “I saw your medicine cabinet… L-Lysine… Zinc Oxide… Lecithin, Magnesium, and Ginger for taste… for a man so intent on keeping his little swimmers as far away from a vagina as possible, you’re taking enough supplements to make you the most potent man on this ship…”  She shuddered as she spoke, starting to sink down onto him.  The risk, no, the possibility of him being enough to plant life in her damaged womb making her shiver through and through.  She couldn’t wait to feel it, but she couldn’t go too fast either.  After the hours upon hours of building him up to this, she had to stretch it out.  She had to milk him for every last drop.  


She slowly lowered her hips, letting him sink deeper and deeper, finally going back to her knees as she reached the halfway point.  She purred and placed a hand above her mound, pressing her fingertips to feel his tip through her belly.  “So fucking deep…”  She kept dropping her hips, following the tip with her fingertips.  As she finally touched bottom, her lips pressing against his pubic fur, the tip of his cock was clearly visible, barely bulging just below her bellybutton.  She shivered feeling completely full, his tip pushing against her cervix.  The pain turned to dull throbbing pleasure after having done this so often with the rare males that matched this size, but mostly with her own toys.  “Oh…”  She leaned back, arching her back as she turned her head to look at Dennis over her shoulder, whipping her shoulder-length hair out of the way gracefully.  “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had a real cock this deep…?” 


She leaned forward again, bracing herself on his knees as she arched her hips up, giving him the perfect view of her lips wrapped completely around the base of his shaft, only the smallest hint of pink peeking through their intertwining fur.  He throbbed inside her, his toes curling as he saw and felt himself buried so completely inside her.  He moaned around his gag as he felt her begin circling her hips on him, stirring her insides with his thick, rock hard member.  “I… I’m gonna start moving…”  


She leaned forward, lifting her hips as much as she could, barely halfway up his shaft.  His cock glistened with her slick nectar, shimmering in the slowly dying candle light.  “Oh~oh…”  She panted in anticipation as she looked down at the length of thick flesh before shutting her eyes and dropping all of her weight.  “RRREEAAAAAAAAOOOOOW!”  She yeowled  loudly as his cock hammered into her cervix.  She took a raspy breath in as she slowly, agonizingly lifted her hips again, squeezing him as tight as her muscles would let her, sucking and milking his cock for the drooling, dripping pre that never stopped coming from his cock.  Her inner walls tugged at his tip, not wanting to release the thick flesh from their clenching, sucking hold.  


“RRAAAAH!”  She roared again as she dropped her weight once more, hammering him into her again.  “OOooooh Goooooooood~”  She moaned out as she lifted back up slowly.  She held onto this tempo for what felt like ages, dropping down hard and fast then drawing back up slowly, milking him and tugging at his flesh before bringing her weight down again.  He tried his hardest to thrust up into her, his body wanting to climax, aching for release, but the restraints and her weight on him held him from making a move.  “I… I…” She panted as she sat down on him again, sitting straight and looking up at the cieling.  “I’m ready for you to cum now…”  She laid back, putting her hands on his chest and arching her back.   “D-don’t disappoint me, okay?”  Her long hair tickled his chest as she laid back and lifted her hips quickly, letting out an odd, not-quite-canine yelp as began riding him quickly, using the angle to take his whole length out to the tip then all the way back to the base.  “MMM-MMM-MMM-MMM-MMM!”   She moaned loudly with every move of her hips, her maw agape as she took him.  


Dennis bit down, gritting his teeth around the rubber gag.  He couldn’t think now, not about the pain, not about the risk, not about the consequences of what could come from this.  The only thing that sat in his mind was climax.  He had to cum, he needed release, and every second he went without he felt like he was going to explode.  For the first time he felt like he could feel every muscle and every vein of himself rubbing against her silky, squeezing, sucking, dripping insides.  He bucked, and found himself free to move, if only a little.  Her paws moving from his knees gave him just enough room to meet her thrusts, which he did with gusto, bringing yeowling, howling screams from her with every hammering blow against the entrance to her womb.


Her tail swung wildly from side to side, wagging like a dog’s as her pace quickened.  Their bodies smacked wetly against each other, her pussy making loud sucking noises as the steely shaft pistoned back and forth inside her.  “FUCK!!! DENNIS!  CUM IN ME DENNIS!”  


He thrust wildly inside her, his teeth chewed down around the bit and his eyes clenched tight.  He felt it, like an explosion inside him as he finally released, the volume almost hurting as it exploded from his shaft.  His balls churned visibly as the pressure was slowly relieved, his entire body tensing and pulsing with an overpowering electric pleasure like he’d never experienced before.  For what felt like ages he felt nothing, not the bed below him, or the restraints holding him, just her burning hot nethers wrapped around him as he emptied what felt like a liter of his thick, potent seed.  As he felt what felt like the last pulses leave his body, he suddenly felt empty, spent, and he fell into the warm, welcoming blackness.


Shanoa sat there over him for what felt like an hour, the heavy sloshing of his cum inside her dragging on her orgasm on her fetish alone.  Her hands had slipped between her legs, one paw reaching down to massage his balls as the other stroked her clit, driving her to one chained orgasm after another, before she finally fell limp on his chest, unable to go any more.   She panted raggedly, waiting for feeling to return to her legs.  [i]It HAS to work this time… it… it must have...[/i]  She rubbed her stomach, stroking it lovingly as she finally began to catch her breath.  


After a little while she sat up, the tingle in her legs finally dying down.  She lifted off of him slowly, trying to not disturb the bellyfull he had left inside her.  As his tip finally popped free, barely a single string of his seed dripped from her passage, connecting his tip to her lips.  She shivered a little as she moved off of the bed, picking up her doctor bag and pulling out a small plug.  She shut her eyes and pushed it inside of herself, letting go a deep sigh before beginning the process of untying Dennis, putting every strap, restraint, and piece of rope in her toybag.  The only thing she left behind was the hybrid dildo still tied in his ass, a little reminder of her to keep for himself.  She retrieved a pair of panties and a very light dress from the bag, pulling them on quickly and wadding up her nurse’s uniform to force it into the tightly packed bag.  


“Bye Denny.”  She leaned over him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, taking a breath of his hair before quickly heading out of his room, disappearing into the ship.


BREAK




“What the fuck is wrong with these little pricks?”  Anne growled as she stomped down the side of the ship to head to her room for a shower before heading to the Solarium to catch back up on her drinking. The growl in her chest rumbled through the air around her, letting anyone close enough feel it vibrating through them.  [i]Do they not fucking understand what’ s at stake here?  This isn’t just their fucking pocket change...[/i]  She turned down the hallway leading to the elevators to her deck.  She was caught by surprise by the petite, familiar mouse coming down the hallway toward her.  He was in his trunks again, shirtless, with his oversized, overpriced headphones wrapped around his neck like a little hipster. 


“Well hey there, little man.”  A predatory smile curled back on her inky black lips as she held out a hand, catching him in the chest and stopping him.  “Where are you going this time of night?”  Her palm completely covered the width of his chest, which she kneaded teasingly.  


Vince gulped, shutting his eyes as he looked down to the deck.  “Just… going to the pool…”  


Her paw slid around his back and pulled him back toward the elevator. “What a coincidence… I was going to the pool too…”  He followed her guiding hand submissively, knowing better than to resist at this point.  She ran her fingers through his hair, scritching at it like a dog.  His shoulders shrugged as he flinched instinctively, fighting the urge to pull away.  “Where are we going?”  


She stroked one of his ears, rubbing it between her thumb and fingers gently.  “Back to my room of course.  I can’t go to the pool straight from working out, now can I?”  She tugged his face into her bare stomach by the ear, pushing his nose into her moist fur.  “I’m so lucky to have an obedient little mouse to help clean me up.”  


He squirmed, scrunching his nose as it was buried in the sweaty fur.  The insides of his ears blushed as the scent filled his nose, the strong, musky, feminine scent filled with a tingling warmth.  He timidly brought one of his paws to the back of her leg, stroking the thick fur of her thigh as he breathed her scent on his own.  Anne’s paw stroked the back of his head, a wide smile on as he breathed her in on his own.  His other hand rose up to her leg as well, hugging himself to her as he shuddered feeling her hot, hard body pressed against his skinny frame.


Anne looked down at him for a moment, savoring the view of the tiny male burying his face into her fur.  She licked her lips and quietly growled out, “Lick.”  Vince shivered and shut his eyes, giving only a slight nod before reaching his tongue out and dragging it through her undercoat.  Her taste was bitter and salty, but had a pleasant savory-sweet aftertaste that reminded him of sweet corn.  He pushed away from her with a start as the doors opened, afraid of getting seen. “Come on, let’s go.”  She put her hand on his back and guided him out and down the hall to her room. she retrieved her security card from the waist of her compression shorts and swiped it quickly.  


She pushed him in lightly and shut the door behind them, leaving the lights off to let the the afternoon sun filter through the curtains and fill the room in a dim light.  Before he had a chance to turn around she already had her compression top peeled off, letting her breasts fall free, bouncing lightly as the dark flesh of her nipples glistened, already hardening.  Vince swallowed hard but quickly started untying his boxers, throwing them down and throwing his headphones on top of them.  His cock was already at full attention and twitching with anticipation as she tugged down her shorts, showing off the tone in her legs before stepping out of them finally.  She stood up and leaned back, lifting her arms above her head as she stretched, dropping her head back.  He silently walked towards her, pressing his face into the bottom of her abs where they met her groin and pressing his hands against the fronts of her thighs, running his fingers through her fur.  


After his experience with the shark and alligator, he had thought more and more about how it felt to be taken charge of, to let someone else have control and guide him.  He didn’t particularly enjoy the force that they’d used on him, leaving him sore the whole next day.  He felt her large paws rest on his shoulders, her strong fingers kneading his soft muscles as his tongue reached out, obeying for the reward he trusted he would receive in the end.  He lowered his head slowly, licking down towards the thick, unmanicured fur that covered her crotch.  Her thumbs lifted up under his chin and pushed his head up to look at her smiling down at him.  “Not yet, little mouse.”  She stepped away and sat on the bed, scooting back and patting the bed beside her.  “Come.”  


He nodded and quickly crawled up onto the bed, his naked tail snaking behind him as he laid on his side beside her, looking up at her.  “Start… here.”  She lifted her head and traced a finger around her neck and over her shoulders before laying back, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, pulling him up to where she guided.  


Vince followed her lead, not giving her the slightest resistance.  Her breasts heaved with her breath, deceivingly larger than they seem in the tight tops she prefers to wear.  His muzzle finally made contact with the fur around her neck and he took a deep breath, watching as her pleased smile spread across her lips and she laid her head back.  “Start at the top and work your way down… no hands.”  She sighed as she relaxed, and he nodded affirmatively to her before pushing his tongue out, licking along her neck fur enthusiastically.  His tail snaked in the air behind him with anticipation of reaching her round, soft breasts and her pussy after that.  [i]It would be great to have a chance to eat a woman out without having her drown me in it~[/i]  He lapped across her shoulders, able to put the unpleasant part of her taste aside in favour of that savory-sweetness.  His tongue soon traced down along her collarbone, finding the end and moving to the other side, tracing it down before lapping at the space in between.  He moaned as his tongue finally began to move across her breast, the soft fur giving easily and the soft flesh letting his tongue sink even deeper.  He spiraled his tongue around her breast, not moving straight for her nipple.   She shifted her weight under him, sighing light moans as he worshipped her body with his small, adventurous tongue.  Feeling her begin to squirm under him he finally twirled his tongue around her nipple, tickling her black areola with the tip of his tongue as his breath washed over the erect nipple. 


Her hand gripped the back of his head and pulled him in, forcing her nipple into his maw and arching her back.  She groaned loudly as the mouse’s hot mouth massaged, sucked, and caressed her hard flesh.  The insides of his cheeks rubbed against her nipple as  he sucked it hungrily, his cock pressed tight against her thigh as he pressed his body tightly to hers.  Her paw released the hold on his head, tracing her claws down his spine as he gave her breast a final slurp before moving to the other, pushing his nose underneath her breast, licking the underside with long, savoring licks from the outside in towards her areola.  


When he laid across her body she moved her arm under him, stroking his belly lightly.  She ran her fingers down to his crotch, letting her claws comb through his pubic fur, not going far enough to actually touch his penis.  He moaned loudly as he lapped at her other nipple, like a cat at milk, making it bounce over and over as his tongue flicked across it.  She bit her lip and gasped as he assaulted her tender flesh, slipping her paw down and wrapping it around his cock, squeezing tightly and pulling him down by it.  “N-no… move on.”  She panted a quiet growl and he nodded, seeing for the first time how much she was effected.  [i]Her nipples are a weak spot, remember that...[/i]  


He began to lick down, tracing the lines of her abs.  She released his cock to let him move, the sudden relief of pressure making him pre across her thigh.  “You’re going to have to clean that, too.”   He  nodded again, not pulling away from her hard stomach.  He pressed his face against her stomach tightly, pushing his tongue inside her bellybutton to give it a french kiss.  She gasped in surprise before giving a slight chuckle, looking down at him.  He finally came up for air, panting and looking up at her with bright red blush in his ears.  She spread her legs wide, revealing herself completely to him, black lips glistening through dark brown pubic fur.  


“Do good for mama bear… and you’ll get a reward…”  She ran her fingers through his hair one more time before pushing his head down between her legs, burying his muzzle in her thick pubic fur.  

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[b]Mama Bear:[/b]  Hey pussy, I have something special planned for you tonight.  hurry.  


Yvette hurried to Anne’s room, a shiver running up and down her spine from her own imagination.  Her mind ran wild, trying to figure out what it was.  She bounced down the side of the ship anxiously in a very light, almost sheer dress meant to be worn over a bikini, but she’d gone without this time.  She was just running straight to Anne’s room after all, and it was late so there wasn’t anyone out.  The cool air made her nipples perk against the fabric, the thin silky material doing nothing to stop the wind blowing over her body.   She shivered as it washed over her, feeling absolutely naked to the world, but not in a bad way.  


Over the past few days she’d thought on a lot of things, and the thing that had been scaring her most was the way that Anne tended to treat her.  She was a toy.  A thing to be used for her pleasure.  At most she was a pet, whose comfort and concern was secondary to the master’s pleasure, and… surprisingly to her,  neither of those made her feel as… dirty, or wrong, as perhaps it should have.  She was growing to enjoy being play pretty to someone of a stronger, more dominant personality to her own; being abused for the pleasure of someone else.  She wondered if perhaps Anne and Kimberly had made up, and could be coming together to share her between them.  


She shook her head, knowing how unlikely that was.  Anne wasn’t one to share with another dom, after all.  Perhaps she’d found another sub, or was preparing an as-till-now unseen toy to further train her holes.  She felt a cold sensation between her legs as the air hit the dripping nectar on her lips and the insides of her thighs and blushed bright red, squeezing her thighs together and looking around as she picked up her pace.  Her tail snaked behind her through the hallways of the ship to the elevators, where she preened her pomaded faux-hawk, being sure no hair was out of place, and straightened out her whiskers.  The bell rang and the doors opened behind her, making her jump slightly before turning around to run back out to the halls, bouncing excitedly to Anne’s room. 


She knocked on her Mama Bear’s door, holding her hands in front of her, pushing her tits out as much as she could.  Her nipples were easily visible through the stretched fabric, perky and perfectly symmetrical, staring up in anticipation of the bear’s arrival.  The door opened quickly and before Yvette had a chance to greet her, Anne’s arm wrapped under her arm and gripped her head, lifting her off of  her feet and pulling her into a rough kiss.  The bear’s other thick, muscular arm wrapped around Yvette’s back and squeezed her ass, holding the cheetah tight to her nude body.  Yvette’s paws gripped Anne’s breasts, massaging them gently like she knew she liked.  Anne pulled Yvette’s head away, still holding her close as she walked into the room and kicked the door shut behind her.  


“How’s mama bear’s little slut?”  She smacked Yvette’s ass roughly, making the slapping sound reverberate through the darkened room.  


“Ah!”  She yelled out at the sudden slap and turned away in embarrassment.  “I-I’m fine, mama…” Her fingers found their way to Anne’s nipples, stroking them tenderly as she was held effortlessly to the bear.  


“Really?  Running around in this dress you might as well be naked…”  Anne murred quietly as her nipples were massaged before sitting Yvette down on the bed, leaning down over her.  “Do you like that?  Maybe we should try that some time...”  She pushed her muzzle into Yvette’s neck and took a deep breath before opening her maw, taking as much of the cat’s throat into her maw as possible and bit down, nibbling at her neck.  


“A-aaah…”  Yvette moaned quietly, hushed by the squeeze to her windpipe as Anne pushed her down onto the bed by her throat, turning into a purr as she lifted her legs, wrapping them as best she could around her mistress’ waist.  


Anne pulled away, smiling down at her cheetah pet carnivorously before turning to the nightstand to pull on her strap on, wearing the intimidating equine for the first time.  “Times like this I wish I was a man…”  She stroked the dildo with one hand, holding it in place as she strapped it on.  “A nice, thick, big bear dick to destroy your tight little pussy with… RRR!”  She growled loudly as she cinched the last buckle and turned to grab Yvette’s ankles. 


“I-if you were a man, I… I wouldn’t let you do the things you do to me...”  Yvette lightly resisted having her legs spread, for the show of it more than anything else.  “M-men… I prefer to be in charge of them…”  She was almost surprised when Anne didn’t force her legs open, instead opting to hold them together and simply push them up towards her torso, pinning her legs between their bodies as the oversized and musclebound bear laid over her.  


“You wouldn’t stop me…”  Anne said in an almost threatening, deep growl.  She pushed the tip against Yvette’s tightly pursed lips, the broad, blunt tip spreading her lips farther than even Kimberly’s fists had.  


“Aah! M-mama bear!”  Yvette yelled out as she felt herself being stretched, the insides of her ears turning a rosey pink as her mistress asserted her dominance again.   “Be gentle!  Please!”  


Anne moved Yvette’s legs slightly to one side to nuzzle against the side of her head, kissing gently up her jawbone to her ear, giving it a light peck of a kiss on the hot inside.  “No.”  she whispered before dropping her weight, her claws digging into the carpet and pulling her down by the strength of her legs, making the cheetah roar out loudly as her body was penetrated by the oversized phallus.  


Her arms flailed at Anne’s sides, trying to gain some kind of purchase to pull her in or push her away, or do anything to stop her rough, careless thrusting.  The dildo plunged deep into her, over and over again, the flared tip scraping at her insides, hitting every spot and stretching her even to the deepest depths.  She clawed helplessly at the bear’s thick fur and was forced to listen to her loud, animalistic grunting in time with every pummelling thrust.  With her body contorted and her breath constantly pummeled out of her by the immense mound of fur and muscle over her she couldn’t even begin to speak, or beg, or even scream.  With every move Anne made Yvette made nearly silent, mewling, squealing, pleasured and pained gasps as the air was forced from her.  


Yvette couldn’t tell whether or not the bear noticed her first orgasm.  She knew the bear wouldn’t feel the convulsing, spasming muscles of her insides, and with the power of the bear’s thrusts she doubted that she would notice the resistance either.  Anne’s strong arm wrapped around her legs, holding them firmly together and out of the way; her other hand rested on the bed, gripping a handful of mattress to steady herself and keep from crushing the cheetah beneath her.  Soon the sloppy sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet leather rose to their ears and the bear suddenly stopped, lifting off of Yvette with barely a sweat broken.  


“Now…”  She breathed deeply, not allowing herself to pant.  “On the bed… on all fours…”  


Yvette did as she was told as quickly as she could.  Her legs fell as soon as Anne had released them, but she could barely feel them still.  Whether the tingly numbness was from the position they’d been held in or the fucking she’d received she wasn’t sure, but she had an inkling that she should be thankful for it, for now at least.  As she got into the position Anne was retrieving her ropes, the sound of the silky fibres rubbing against each other sending shivers up her spine, making her fur stand on end from the back of her neck down to her bristling tail.  Yvette did as she’d been quickly trained, hoping to please Anne as much as possible by burying her face in the pillows and putting her arms out to be tied however she wanted.  


Yvette smiled into the pillows as Anne moved behind her, pushing the bottoms of her feet up towards her asscheeks and holding them there with her body as she pulled her wrists up, with the ropes held in-hand.  “Hold your wrists here… still.”  Anne ordered and Yvette obeyed, holding stone still, as much as she could, as she was tied in the restricting position.  


Once she felt the knot be tied, she relaxed, not that it took much strain off of her muscles. Anne then moved to the front, picking Yvette’s head up so that she was staring at the headboard.  She then tied a rope behind her head, pinning her neck down firmly against the mattress, the pillow offering just enough resistance to keep Yvette from escaping or moving, but not enough pressure to choke her or injure her neck.  Yvette’s eyes glimmered with excitement and pride, she’d not gone this long without being reprimanded or punished before, so Anne must have been exceptionally pleased with her.  She saw the gag held in front of her and instinctively opened her maw, shutting her eyes as she felt it being pushed into her maw, effectively silencing her.  

“Now, wait here, pussy.”  Anne roughed the back of Yvette’s neck as she stood up and walked to the bathroom, behind the bound feline and out of her view.  She opened the door and smiled at Vince as he sat waiting, catching him hand-on-cock stroking himself to the sounds of the intense fucking in the other room.  He jumped and clasped his muzzle in both hands to keep from shouting in surprise as she came into the room.  


“Awww, my newest little mousey pet having fun by yourself?”  She said aloud as she beckoned him closer.  He jumped to his feet and she wrapped a hand behind his head, pulling him along and whispering into his sensitive ears. “Keep quiet now.  No talking, no moaning, no nothing.  This will be a surprise.”  


He nodded and looked ahead, staring at the exposed, helpless cheetah on the bed.  His cock twitched at the sight of Yvette’s restrained body, dripping wet with her arousal.  He looked up at Anne then back to Yvette, and back and forth before Anne finally smacked his back and pushed him forward, with one finger over her lips shushing him quietly.  He nodded and started climbing up onto the bed, his saucer eyes locked on her glistening folds and her exposed tailhole.  Her tail laid across her back to expose herself completely.  


He grinned as the realization finally hit him.  As long as he kept quiet and did what Anne said, he could do whatever he wanted with her slutty little pet.  He gripped her ass in both paws and kneaded it, nuzzling against her soft cheeks and nipping at them lightly. This was the first time so far he’d gotten a chance to handle a woman that couldn’t eat him, and he was going to relish every second of it.  [i]This ass is fucking glorious…[/i]  He pulled away and looked down at her lips, pushing his thumbs in roughly and spreading them to see her soft pink insides.  


Yvette would have jumped from the sudden touch if she could have, the slender, furless hands squeezing her ass suddenly out of nowhere.  She purred and mewled into the gag from the rough stroking, kneading action of the hands and the few nibbles that the other girl gave her rump.  The buck teeth dug into her rump, hurting more than Anne’s sharp canines.  From the bald hands and buck teeth Yvette guessed it was some kind of rodent, and when she began nuzzling against her rump she felt the large ear, and knew it had to be a mouse of some kind.  For some reason the idea of being handled, and so roughly by someone so smaller and weaker than her turned her on, and another sub no less.  Her whole body shook as the mouse’s fingers pushed into her lips, spreading her wide to her cool breath.  


Vince watched the feline’s womanhood twitch in anticipation and smiled again, licking his lips hungrily before diving in face-first, burying his muzzle in her silky folds.  She yeowled into the gag and her toes curled as her abused pussy was stretched and the slender tongue explored her insides.  Her tail whipped back and forth on her back as the petite muscle massaged her slick insides and thin lips slurped her nectar and suckled at her lips hungrily.  The mouse’s fingers began slipping up to her tailhole, massaging and stroking around it and feeling it clench and relax as her pleasure spots were touched and teased.  


Anne watched intently as her feline sub was taken full advantage of by the hungry mouse.  She loved seeing a male go after being teased and deprived for awhile, and she’d certainly been teasing him.  It was something new to watch and to see it from the outside looking in.  Yvette’s eyes were closed, she couldn’t turn to see anything besides headboard anyway so it didn’t really matter.  Yvette’s eyes clenched a little tighter and she bit down on the gag as one of Vince’s fingers forced its way into her anal ring, tugging the tender muscle.  One of Anne’s own paws slipped down between her legs to rub her clit, getting wetter and more aroused as the show went on.  


Anne could see the mouse’s cock twitching and spitting pre onto the bed as he ate the cheetah desperately, fingering her tailhole making her back arch as much as it could.  Yvette’s mewling and moaning grew louder and louder, signaling her nearing orgasm.  Anne pulled open her nightstand and produced a condom, wrapped in black foil with a large fist on the top, moving around the bed behind Yvette and Vince.  She tapped his shoulder and shushed him again before moving under  them, laying on her back and scooting on until her head was just under Yvette’s pussy, and Vince’s cock rested on her stomach between her abs.  


Vince only stopped for a second to see what Anne was doing before going back to Yvette’s waiting pussy, letting the bear do whatever she wanted.  Anne growled deeply as she licked across Yvette’s moist fur, her delectable nectar flowing down to Anne’s throat.  The two mouths giving her attention was confusing her body in the best way.   Vince’s maw, his suckling lips and nibbling teeth and darting, scraping, slurping tongue seemed fit to devour her, while Anne slowly, calmly, gently slid her tongue across her mons and over the light fur above her mound, teasing at her gently, only occasionally licking over her clitoris, all the while the slender furless finger pumped at her tailhole at a brisk pace.  


Anne could see the signs of the cheetah’s nearing orgasm, her fur bristling, her tail whipping, her breath quickening as her mewls and moans quieted for want of breath.  Yvette’s muscles flexed helplessly against the ropes as her body attempted to buck back into the the stimulation.  Anne smiled as Vince began thrusting against her stomach, into the valley between her pecs against her soft furred stomach.  She ripped open the foil packet, revealing the thick smokey grey rubber.  She put one hand on the back of his head, holding him into Yvette’s honeypot as she slipped the rubber onto his cock.  She got to the base and pulled it slack, making him squeek as she tied the bottom of it like a balloon, tightening it on his cock.  

Vince whimpered into Yvette’s pussy until Anne’s hand finally pulled away, the other sliding down his cock to cup his balls, giving them a tender squeeze before moving back between his legs to his ass, her middle finger sliding between his crack as she palmed his behind easily.  He looked down at her, his eyes begging for release as his cheeks and ears flushed a bright red.  She squeezed his ass and pushed him up, taking his cock in her free hand and aiming the tip to Yvette’s waiting, spasming tunnel.  “One, [i]deep[/i] thrust.”  


Yvette felt the mouse’s hands on her hips, fingers finally pulled free from her ass leaving it slightly open.  A small rubber tip, a toy she hadn’t felt before pressed against her lips, slender and smooth. [i]Anne let her use the strapon… Or is this one of the mouse’s toys?[/i]  She could feel Anne’s breath wash across her pearl and lips as she gave the order and tried her best to relax for the fucking she was about to receive.


With a single quick, firm thrust Vince hilted inside her, his crotch smacked wetly against her as his balls bounced off of Anne’s chin.  Yvette paused for a second as she felt it inside her.  It felt… real.  She panicked and went saucer-eyed as she suddenly realized she was being fucked by a male, and not just that, tied and presented like a gift.  She thrashed as much as she could against the ropes, which was not at all, and her screams disappeared as the mouse began madly thrusting into her without rhythm or finesse.  


Anne wrapped her lips around Yvette’s clit, giving it light nibbles with her sharp teeth as she rocked back and forth with Vince’s thrusts.  He grunted and groaned over her as nearly immediately he felt an orgasm, cut painfully short by the tight rubber around his base.  His legs spasmed, and he felt his knees go weak, but he wasn’t allowed to stop thrusting.  Anne’s large paw tightly gripping his ass kept him moving almost as much as he was on his own, with little or no effort whatsoever.  Anne’s thick middle finger teased under his tail, stroking his tailhole.  He groaned out of reflex but didn’t make any argument, not wanting to get on the bear’s bad side.  


Yvette bit down hard on her gag as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.  She flexed her lower muscles as much as she could, trying to push him out, but after the rough fucking with the large horsecock she couldn’t manage to offer much resistance to the mouse’s smaller member.  Her tail tried to push between them, smacking him on the face, whipping frantically back and forth.  The mouse’s grunts and groans and moans of pleasure as he rutted her disgusted her, a feeling of disgust and shame filling her like none of the previous activities had.  She was being taken and fucked hard, like a toy, by a man she’d never met or even seen.  What hurt worse was she’d been given to him by someone she’d trusted almost implicitly…Vince grabbed her tail in one hand, holding it out of his face and giving it a rough tug as he used it as leverage to pull her back onto him.  Yvette grunted into the gag as her tail was pulled, in time with a yelp from the mouse.  


Anne suddenly delved her muscled middle finger into Vince’s tight, virgin ass, making him yelp loudly.  He didn’t dare stop his thrusting, though every movement brought with it a hot, stinging, throbbing pain in his lowers as he rode her finger.  She had implied that something like this was in store for him, but he didn’t expect so much so suddenly.  His tail wrapped around her arm helplessly squeezing it as she moved from Yvette’s clit to his balls, sucking them roughly and giving them teasing nips, almost distracting from the pain in his anus.  


“A-Anne!”  Vince yelled out as her finger found his prostate, forcing another orgasm on him.  “I-I need-AH!- to cum!  P-please!”  He punctuated it with another hard thrust before pulling all the way out, his cock flopping onto Anne’s chest.  She smiled evilly and licked down the length of his cock, wrapping her lips around the knot at the base.  She bit the knot and ripped it off, and with the rip begun it simple ripped all the way off of him, leaving his cock bare.  She took his cock into her maw and bobbed her head a few times, spreading her slobber all up and down his cock as her free paw went up and gripped Yvette’s ass, spreading one cheek, exposing her pink hole even more.  


“Here.”  Anne said, and Vince only nodded quickly and pulled Yvette’s tail up as he lined his hips up, his cock laying between her cheeks.  Yvette growled loudly and clenched her ass, but her stretched hole couldn’t pull tight enough or quick enough, and with a rough thrust Vince’s tip was inside her, with another he was buried to the hilt.  Yvette roared, muffled through the gag, as the mouse began furiously humping her ass, his crotch smacking against her cheeks over and over again as Anne buried her tongue in Yvette’s tunnel, hitting her special spots intentionally, forcing another orgasm to begin to rise.  


Yvette thrashed trying to shake her head, trying to do anything.  She couldn’t even bite her tongue to fight the coming climax.  Her paws clenched and clawed at the air as he took her ass, her eyes shut so tight it hurt as her body betrayed her.  She was dripping wet, a tingling pleasure spreading through her whole body, the physical stimulation overpowering her mind.  Anne’s fingers delved into her alongside her thick tongue, assaulting her sensitive insides as the steely shaft drug back and forth inside her ass.  Suddenly the mouse lurched forward and stayed there, his paws grabbing at her shoulders to pull himself deeper as she felt the thick seed pour into her tunnel.  At the same time Anne’s fingertips pinched her gspot and she latched onto her pleasure button with her lips, suckling it roughly.  


Yvette roared a quiet, defeated groan as she came, her pussy shooting her juice out all over Anne’s fingers.  The room was suddenly full of quiet, their panting the only sound.  Vince slowly pulled out of her and Anne’s maw lifted up to lick her tailhole, catching any stray sperm that may have leaked.  She slurped up Yvette’s tailhole once before turning to Vince’s cock, taking it in her maw to the base and sucking hard as she pulled away, cleaning all the stray sperm and pussy juice from him before turning back to Yvette’s tailhole.  


Yvette laid quietly as she was cleaned, her mind in a daze, wanting nothing more than to be freed and get away from this as soon as possible.  Finally, after what seemed like an hour of licking Anne finally pulled away, thankfully at least having cleaned most if not all of the mouse’s sperm from her body.  The shower was running, she could hear that.  Anne slipped her claw into the knots around her wrists and freed them swiftly, and immediately her hands moved to rip the gag off of herself.  


“UNTIE ME!”  She screamed at the top of her lungs as she struggled at the rope behind her neck.  


“That’s not how a good pussy as-”


“LET ME GO ANNE!  I’m not-HRK-not fucking playing anymore!”  She felt her legs go free and dug her claws into the bed continuing to wrestle with the rope.  


“Then stop before you break your neck…”  Anne said quietly, an eyebrow raised as she reached under one side of the bed, releasing the knot that held the rope in place.  Yvette shot up like a rocket as soon as she was free and stumbled as she grabbed her dress hurrying for the door.  “Where are yo-”


“DON’T!”  Yvette covered her mouth as she choked back a sob, refusing to show Anne her tearstained face.  “JUST!  D-don’t text me again!  Lose my number!”  The cheetah barely managed to yell out before she slammed the door behind her and stomped down the hallway to the elevators.  


Anne stared at the door for more than a few moments before she turned to the bathroom and looked in at the showering  mouse.  She curled up her lip into a smile and walked in, grabbing the bottle of white whiskey off the counter beside the sink.  There was a mouthful left.  [i]Not much but it’ll be enough to keep tonight fun.[/i]


Yvette got around the corner from Anne’s room, stopping briefly to tug her dress onto her body. A passing couple stared at her in her indecent state, but after the stinging humiliation and betrayal she had just endured, a little public nudity seemed insignificant. Tears trickled down her cheeks, angry with Anne for violating the Master/Pet bond she believed they had built, and angry with herself for trusting the larger woman so openly and willingly. With a resigned, defeated push, she shoved herself away from the hall and slunk back to her room. She prayed that tonight, like the past couple of nights, Janine spent the night in Scott’s room. She wasn’t ready to talk about what happened, and she wasn’t in the mood for her friend’s analytical psycho-babble.


The short run to Anne’s stateroom seemed like the Tour de France as she retraced her steps. A part of her wondered if she should have fought harder to be with Derek, instead of gracefully stepping aside for the younger girl he was now dating.  [i]’Stupid, stupid girl, Yvette… You let a good thing go, and look what you got,’[/i] she told herself. She stopped at the door to her suite and fought with shaky paws to slide her key card through the lock. After a couple of failed attempts, she successfully unlocked the door and stumbled inside, tossing her small clutch onto the bed and tenderly limping her way to the shower.


Her holes stung and her muscles ached as she turned on the water as hot as it could go and stepped inside the tub, sliding the glass door shut. She leaned back against the far wall and slowly sank down, her sore, muscular rump coming to rest on the smooth porcelain surface. Alone and hidden away where no one would see, she let the tears go, crying out as much of the anguish and pain as her shattered soul would allow. Her makeup, which she had tried too hard to make perfect for her Mistress, was completely ruined, leaving black streaks running from the corners of her eyes disappearing into her natural black streaks that served as natural eye black.


Once her tear ducts had run dry, and her weeping sobs subsided, she clutched her loofah in her claws and gingerly scrubbed herself clean of Anne and the mouse’s bodily fluids. She winced as she parted her abused nethers, fucked raw by the oversized horse cock, feeling the hot water and suds wash over them. Her tailhole had not been taken as harshly, but knowing that some unknown male had violated her back there and pumped her full of his cum twisted her stomach in knots. She cleansed herself thoroughly, until she was certain all of his filth had been expunged from her body. [i]’I’d better ask Paula for an exam and some tests. God, how could I be so fucking dumb?’[/i]


She slowly rose up onto her footpaws and shut the water off. She took her oversized towel and wrapped herself up in its comforting warmth. She gazed at herself in the mirror, and decided that she looked none the worse for wear, though she could hardly say that she felt that way on the inside. [i]It’s going to be a loooooonnnnnnnngggggggggg night,[/i] she told herself, not knowing how she would manage any sleep. She made her way over to her bed and fell back with a [i]flop[/i], her paw questing around in the dark for her cell.


“Hi,” she said in her thick, African accent. “I’d like a bottle of scotch. Room 2521. Yeah, bill my card. Thanks.” She laid there in the blackness, taking comfort in the absolute silence around her. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she jumped slightly when there was a knock at the door.


“Room Service,” a kind, female voice said. Yvette reluctantly rose up and walked over to the door, opening it to see a pretty king cheetah woman looking back at her, holding the requested bottle of liquor. “Miss Rikkers?” The woman asked.


“That’s me. Thank you,” her eyes glanced at the woman’s name tag, “Kitani. Add twenty to the bill for your tip.”


“Thank you, Miss,” the woman said, “You have a nice night.”


“Thanks,” Yvette said, turning and shutting the door behind her as she muttered to herself. “I doubt it, though.”


She grabbed a glass from her kitchenette and dropped a few cubes of ice, the harsh [i]clink[/i] of the frozen water sending a flare of pain through her forehead as she became aware of a headache, most likely brought on from the stress of the night. She poured herself a nice, full glass of the amber liquid and returned to her bed. She picked up her phone and searched through her contacts until she found her boss, Dr. Genevieve. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as much as she could so that she wouldn’t break down in tears while on the phone.


(“Who the fuck do you think you are calling this late?”) An unfamiliar voice came on the other line. (“It’s 4:00 in the fucking morning! Asshole.”)


“I-I’m sorry,” Yvette stammered. “I forgot the time difference. I needed to talk to Dr. Genevieve, this is Yvette from work. It’s kind of an emergency, but I guess it can wait until morning. Can you take down a message for me, and make sure that she gets it when she wakes up?”


(“Yeah, sure. What-the-fuck-ever,”) the girl said on the other end. (“When do you want her to call you, and what do you need her for?”)


“As soon as she is awake and available, please. I want to arrange a complete physical exam, a pap, and some blood tests as soon as I get home. It’s urgent,” the cheetah woman pleaded.


(“Yvette,” the voice on the other end softened. “Were you raped?”)


“Yes,” she sobbed slightly. “No… I don’t know. The guy that did it thought he had permission, and I wasn’t in any condition to protest. And how did you guess?”


(“I was raped once, when I was little,”) the girl said. (“That son-of-a-bitch is the reason I only date women now. I hope his ass is getting fucked raw in prison every night after what he did.”)


“I’m so sorry,” the feline said softly, taking a sip of her Scotch. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m not really ready to talk about what I went through, but knowing I’m not the only one makes me feel less like it was my fault.”


(“Sure,”) the voice responded. (“It’s been a long time since it happened. Those old wounds are nothing more than scars now.”)


“Thank you,” Yvette replied, thankful to have someone to talk to that would understand. “What’s your name?”


(“Vivian,”) the girl answered. (“But everyone calls me Vivy.”) 






BREAK






July 15th, Day 10
arriving at kailua kona at 8am, leaving at 6pm for Nawiliwili




After last night’s dinner with Janeeza, Freddie had been feeling better than he had in a long time.  She understood, or at least tried to, more than anyone he’d known in a long time.  Except for Lilliana, but he’d be damned if anyone understood EVERYTHING like she did.  He guessed it was because she might’ve been through stuff in her past as well, but he didn’t want to push it.  From what he understood this was her first vacation in a  long time and he didn’t want to ruin it by digging up painful memories.  


As he thought about all of this, he smiled across the table at the radiant hammerhead bat as she talked on and on about the complexities about shipping things like fruit, clothing, furniture, and such from smaller African countries to America.  She seemed enthusiastic about what she was doing, especially sending tribal artifacts and the like to museums and universities.  Honestly he wasn’t able to understand most of it any deeper than “you can’t take x thing from a to b but if you go from a to c and THEN to b it’s alright-” and so on and so forth.  


“Do you like kids?”  He randomly blurted out before turning down to have a bite of his rather sparse salad.  He’d been having a lot of sweets lately, especially since meeting Lilly and Sissy, so he needed to correct himself.  Somehow though, everywhere he went tempted him.  Even at this little spot on the beach they had a pineapple upside-down cake that just… called to him.


“What?”  She looked across the table at him with an eyebrow cocked, her head tilted sideways at him as she attempted to figure out how what she was talking about made him think about children.  


“Well you said you were an only child before.  I was just thinking, like-”  He took a forkfull of his salad and held it as he talked.  “I was part of a big family, right?  I can’t imagine having to come up alone like that.”  He took his mouthfull of salad as he waited on her to answer. 


“It’s… It’s lonely sometimes.  But I think I’m stronger for it.”  She shook her head and smiled at the change of conversation.  “What’s your family like?”


“Well-”  He swallowed quickly before starting.  “It was kind of an ordeal sometimes.  I mean, we weren’t a great off family and everything my dad made had to get split between him, mom, Nana and all of the kids.  But no one really ever did without so it was ok.  No one outside of the family ever messed with you, but Jesus does your own family crawl up your hind end sometimes…”  He smiled at her and sat back, stretching his wings over his head.  “Just something I imagine for my kids, you know?”  He rested his hands behind his head and laid back in the chair.  


“Is this your way of asking me if I want kids?”  She said in a quiet sultry tone as she leaned forward onto her elbows.  


“Yes.”  Freddie answered quickly and matter-of-factly.  


“Then yes.”  She sat up straight and looked around, at the families playing and the general pleasantness of the beach.  “Wasn’t that simple?” 


Freddie chuckled a bit and checked his watch.  “That time already…”  He said somewhat disappointed.  


“I know… But we’ll have lunch, right?”  She stood up and walked around the table to him, taking his hands to pull him up onto his feet. “Maybe we can go back to my room and cuddle awhile… see where it goes?”  She held his hands and pressed her nose to his beak, looking up into his eyes with an enticing gaze. 


He swallowed and squeezed her hands, rubbing his beak against her nose gently.  “Y-yeah… what happens happens…”  She kissed his beak with a smile and started pulling him down toward the beach.  


“Let’s go!  Don’t want you to be late!”  She laughed and let him go, turning to walk down the beach.  She tugged her bottoms, straightening them and pulling them out of her ass. 


Freddie watched out of the corner of his eye as he walked to her side, wrapping his arm around her and letting it light on her waist.  He felt more comfortable with her than he had in a long time.  She didn’t try to pressure him into having fun the way that Dennis did, or push him like Anne.  She let him just kind of… be, which was what he really wanted for a long time; someone he could be with quietly, relax together, nothing to do and no real big expectations. Just sharing time and space with someone and enjoying their company was enough.  


Janeeza wrapped a wing around him as well, stroking her fingertips up and down his spine over his white compression T.  She smiled as his feathers ruffled and pushed her nose into his neck, taking a good breath of his clean scent.  “Our children would look monstrous…”  She said as she smirked up at him, a mischievous smile on her lips.  


“I don’t know about that…”  Freddie said as they walked, rubbing over her hip.  “I met this couple once, a badger and a big black cobra.  Their kids were adorable.”  


“Yeah?”  She looked at him with a quizzical eyebrow raised.  “The weirdest couple I’ve met was a lemur and a boar… Their kids were… crazy looking.”  


“Oh yeah?”  He asked as he chuckled.  “What’d they look like?”  


“It.  It was… like the fattest little lemur you’ve ever seen.  With a curly tail!  But it was striped.”  She laughed and threw her hair over her shoulder.  


“Huh.  Sounds cute to me.”  He squeezed her to him lightly and nuzzled the back of her head when she flipped her hair.  


“I bet.”  She held still for a moment, not particularly wanting him to pull away.  


“They were kinda weird looking.  And they all looked different but they were cute.”  They talked the whole way to the ship, laughing and holding eachother as they made their way down the beach.  




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The shrill screams of hyper children at play woke the exhausted cheetah from her liquor-induced slumber. She rolled over on her bed and instantly regretted it as a wave of nausea and vertigo crashed down on her. God, she hadn’t been hungover since freshman year! She laid still on the mattress, letting her brain bubble while the room stopped spinning long enough for her to open her eyes. Once things finally settled down, she cautiously cracked open her left eye first, flinching at the harsh sunlight peeking in through the window, and then her right one. When had she gone to bed? She genuinely had never stayed up so late talking with anyone, and she smiled as her mine retraced the bits and pieces of her conversation with Vivy. She was in a band, she recalled, and played drums. The young giraffe was also going to be a senior in high school, and her boss’s daughter. Her lips curled up in a slight grin as she pondered the temptation of such forbidden fruit. She was also a rape victim.


She paused. Why did the word ‘also’ insert itself into my thoughts? She fought harder to remember the events from last night. Why did I get drunk? Why did I call my boss’s daughter? Why am I becoming more and more aware of a dull ache between my thighs? She caught bits and pieces of her time in Anne’s room, being tied up and left helpless for a pathetic mouse boy to mount and fuck for the entertainment of someone she trusted. Anne had violated her.


Nausea rose up inside of her again and she sat up quickly - too quickly - and dashed for the bathroom as fast as she could, barely in time to reach the toilet as her stomach purged itself of the alcohol and whatever-that-was-she-had-eaten. Over and over her gut wrenched and twisted, emptying itself into the porcelain bowl. Once she was certain she was done retching, she wiped the remaining flecks of vomit from her chin with the back of her arm and carefully stood up.


She regarded herself in the mirror. She pondered her situation for a moment, debating whether or not to report it to the authorities. No one would believe it was rape when she entered the room willingly and then allowed herself to be tied and gagged like she had. No, she had fucked up, but she learned her lesson. Anne was a monster. A cruel Mistress that used her for her own selfish enjoyment and then violated her faith and trust by forcing her to bottom to some undeserving scum. From here on, she would be more careful, and only give herself to someone that understood. Someone like Vivy.


Her stomach growled unpleasantly at her. Looking at her cell, she saw that it was nearly 8:45 AM. And she had a text message.


(603) 555-7283 5:42 AM: I think you finally fell asleep on me. Be strong. It’s not your fault. I’m here for you when you get home. Call me, and we’ll go out sometime. Vivy.


Yvette saved the unfamiliar number into her phone then rummaged through her clothes to find something to put on for breakfast. She didn’t care what, really, she just wanted food. Eggs. And bacon. Some milk. Even coffee! She found an unwashed pair of shorts from a few days ago and pulled them on, then a tight-fitting Red Sox Tshirt. She slipped her toes into a pair of flip-flops and grabbed her sunglasses, making sure to put them on before stepping out into the oppressive light of day.




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Another uneventful night of drinking passed, and a new bright morning with no obligations. It was beginning to wear thin on her. This late in the cruise, everyone was running out of steam and there were no new prospects. Kim sure did wish it was easier to pin Yvette down, even if thoughts of her reminded her of Annie. She didn’t know what kind of game she was playing, going back and forth between two Doms that didn’t see eye to eye. Heh, now there’s a fine joke. Not only is that bitch not a Dom, she’s too full of herself to even care what I think of her. Yvette had no idea what she was in for with that situation. Annie was dangerous; when it came to sex, she had no restraint, losing all finesse and care as she went, and that was not safe when you held all the power like she insisted on having, beyond what was granted her. She knew the reason she hadn’t been seeing Yvette around was because she was spending more time with the aggressive bear. The only reason she hadn’t been burned yet was because she had a great tolerance for rolling with just about any nonsense, that’s the only thing it could be. How Yvette couldn’t see the difference between what Annie was and what dominance was baffled Kimberly to no end. She hadn’t seemed a fool when they’d first met. 


As if all her thoughts had summoned the woman, Kim spotted the spotted feline as she entered the Windjammer. She almost thought about not approaching her, knowing how much she’d been letting Annie use her. She’d tried to warn the girl away from what she was doing, tried to be a suiting replacement, but the bear had her eating out of her palm. Kim wondered how long it would be until she drank the Kool-Aid. She also wondered just what kind of Kool-Aid Annie was capable of serving to satisfy her whims. She had to give warning Yvette one more try, even if she’d only be able to muster a half hearted one. 


As she approached the cheetah, taking her time to do so, it was was pretty clear she was hung over. Even if the sunglasses on her eyes out of direct sunlight wasn’t a dead giveaway, she recognized that slump. “Hey, if it isn’t my favorite kitty on this boat. I thought you weren’t much for heavy drinking?” 


Yvette jumped at the sudden intrusion of her solitude. She tried to ignore the hummingbird’s arrival, focusing instead on trying to eat her breakfast. When Kim reached out to wrap a wing around her shoulder, the cheetah instinctively shrank away.


“Woah,” Kim said, removing her arm. “No need to be so jumpy, it’s just me.” Kim stood back slightly, looking the cat over better. Something was off. She had to wonder, was she sore, or maybe something else? There was no telling how Annie may have worked Yvette over, whenever the last time she’d seen her was. 


“Leave me alone,” Yvette whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear herself. She honestly wasn’t sure she had actually spoken the words, or just imagined them. She began eating faster, hoping to finish her meal and leave before the other domme tried to have her way with her body, just like Anne had.


“What’s wrong? You’re…” She couldn’t have been… “Are you okay?” No, surely she didn’t. “What’s wrong?” Kim was seriously beginning to worry, she didn’t know Yvette too well, but she knew enough to know she wasn’t even close to her normal self. 


The cheetah sprang to her footpaws and roared, “You’re what’s wrong! You and that fucking devil woman, Anne!” The sudden motion caused her sunglasses to fall from her face, showing her pain and her tears. “You promise love and comfort, and you use me for your own sick and twisted perverse pleasures, and when you’re done getting what you want, you, you…” She broke down, falling back into her seat as her body was racked with sobs. “Why… What kind... of sick... game… are you two…”


“Me? Are you kidding me? You were the one playing games!” Fucking Annie. “Of course this was going to happen. Fucking Annie doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, yet you kept throwing yourself at her.” Kimberly couldn’t believe she was being lumped in with the likes of Annie. “Fucking Annie pushed you too far, didn’t she. She and I are nothing alike. If you want to go running your mouth off, don’t be pinning your stupid mistakes on me. It’s that filth that passes herself off as a bear you should be getting back at. I tried! I tried to stop you. Anyone with half a brain could tell she was trouble after spending any appreciable amount of time with her, and you went to her time and again without a thought as to rather she was worthy of trust.” Kim threw her arms up into the air, fanning out her feathers as she screamed at the ceiling in frustration. “Fucking Annie! Why!?” The hummingbird let her arms drop with a slap as she held her head low. “What am I even doing? I shouldn’t be arguing here, I should be telling that bitch off.” 


Yvette just muttered under her breath, “Would things have been so different if I had chosen you? I don’t know you. I don’t trust you, not anymore. I don’t know if I can trust anyone, anymore. Just go, and don’t talk to me again. Please.” She didn’t look up at the exasperated hummingbird as she spoke, opting instead to shovel the last few bites of her breakfast down her throat.


“Fine. It’s not like I’d even want to be around someone who doesn’t know how to pay attention and decide if someone’s trustworthy anyway. You’ve ruined yourself for me and aren’t worth the trouble of convincing to reason.” Kimberly didn’t spare another moment for the broken woman as she turned and stormed away. She couldn’t stand for this, the bitch had gone too far. She needed to pay for violating yet another victim, and even more for disgracing the role of dominance. Kim was furious. She was going to hunt Annie down no matter what. 




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Dennis stood uncomfortably in the small gym, alone with the growing crowd of students.  Class was officially started, but Anne was nowhere to be seen.  When Freddie showed up in the middle of warmup he could only gesture with his head to go in back and watch to take care of all the students.  Freddie nodded but looked around quizzically, trying to figure out where Anne was. Dennis shook his head and shrugged.  


“DOWN!”  He and everyone in the class suddenly stopped their jumping jacks and dropped to the floor, doing five pushups then coming back up to their feet.  




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Anne had left the mouse passed out in her room.  She wasn’t sure when he was going to wake up but she didn’t care to be there when he did.  Helping a teenager nurse his first hangover wasn’t on her list of things to do today.  Yvette’s phone number was gone from her cell.  Her chest tightened thinking about last night, hearing the cat’s sobbing yell and seeing the tears on her eyes.  The screams and weak moans that had turned her on so much at the time now burned her ears as she knew their true meaning.  


She wanted to call her.  She felt a choke in her throat and she just wanted to… She didn’t know what she wanted to do.  She knew that no amount of apologizing would make it okay.  And maybe it didn’t matter.  They were just strangers on a cruise.  Maybe it would be best for Yvette to just let her move on instead of dragging it all out.  She roughed her wet headfur and took another sip of the white liquor that she’d grown particularly fond of over this trip.  She was mostly numb to the burn as it slid down her throat into her stomach, spreading a tingling warmth through her whole body.  


At this time of the morning the Solarium was mostly empty aside from her in the hot tub that she’d claimed as her own for all intents and purposes, the bartender, and a couple of reptiles getting an early start to their day’s sunbathing.  Every so often she’d pick up her phone and try calling Lilly again.  The liger was… Goddamn she was sexy.  She’d shown how strong and flexible she was during their little sparring match, and the terse, rough way she had about her turned Anne on.  Lilly wasn’t someone she felt like she could hurt if she wanted to, and definitely not by accident.  She licked her lips imagining what the felines stripes would taste like under her tongue, finally distracted from thoughts of last night and the spottycat she’d hurt.  


Kimberly entered the Solarium on the off chance Annie was in her typical haunting ground, not really expecting to find her so easily. When she saw that she was, it made her blood boil even more. The fucking bear didn’t even try to hide after what she’d done, Kim could see the smug, lustful, broad smile from across the room, and she was even casually sipping at what clearly had to be one of many drinks she’d had that morning. Even Kim had the sense not to drink all day long. She practically broke out into a full run to close the distance. She didn’t know what or how she could say or do anything that would faze the muscle-headed fucktard, but she wanted her blood for what she’d done, for what she was. 


“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Annie!? Who the fuck do you think you are!? Do you really have no shame at all!? YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!” the hummingbird screeched as she stomped the last few steps up to the hot tub the eurasian brown bear was relaxing in. Relaxing, after what she’d done.  


Kim’s voice echoed in Anne’s ears dully, like from the other end of a huge auditorium.  She turned up the bottle and took another swig, watching the distorted colorful blur move nearer and nearer, stopping a safe distance away from the tub, seething and glaring down at her. The bird cursed her loudly but she couldn’t make herself care.  She put the bottle back down and smirked up at her with bloodshot eyes.  “What are you yelling about, sexy?  Come sit down on mama bear’s lap and tell me all about it.”  She laughed cheerfully and slapped the water in a failed attempt to pat her own lap.  


“Like I’d want you ever laying a paw on me again, you break everything you touch, you shit-brained beast.” Kimberly was having none of this woman’s bull any longer, tipsy or not, she was getting a piece of her mind she wouldn’t be able to ignore forever. “Do you even know what you are. You’re a dirty animal, and a rapist. You can’t just get away with whatever you want just because you’re big and strong. Bah, like you’d even know what real strength is, all you know is throwing your weight around to get what you want, everyone else be damned.” 


Anne stood up, the water cascading off of her body.  Her swimsuit was lopsided, her lowers barely covered and her left breast almost falling out of her top.  “Those’re some big words you’re throwing around for a canary ass like yours to back up…”  She growled quietly, more from the sudden burning rising in her throat than from anger at the bird.


“Heh, let me guess, that’s supposed to be a threat? Typical schoolyard bully level antics are all you’re good for. Acting all big and tough, yet having no idea what it takes to be a real woman. You’re just just a big baby that only grew up on the outside, and only see the world like your little sandbox to play and shit in as you please. I must have been deaf and dumb to think anything of you to start with, and your true colors show more and more every time we cross paths.”


“You don’t know me, Kim!”  Anne said as she started to step out of the hot tub.  “I’ve done nothing but work, 24/7 for YEARS!  Hell, the only reason I’m even on this cruise is work!  Fuck you if you don’t like that I choose to actually do some shit for ME while I’m here!”  She growled loudly now, stomping out of the tub towards the smaller bird.  


She didn’t know if it was stupidity, bravery, or just plain outrage, but Kim didn’t back down one inch, glaring straight into Annie's eyes without so much as blinking. “Fuck you. I may very well not know you, but I know your type. Can’t you see you’ve not been doing things for you, but rather, you’ve been doing shit TO OTHERS! When you fucked around with me, you went out of your way when you didn’t even need to to do the one thing I expressly stated as being something I didn’t want. That was Wrong, you know what right and wrong are, right? Even then, no big deal, I had no choice but to get over it and keep my distance, because you’re a fucking hulking monster. But, that wasn’t enough for you, you get a taste of power, and it’s never enough, having more is all you cared about. So, you do it again, taking advantage of Yvette and who knows how many more, forcing whatever you want from them without a single thought to what they might want, because your pleasure is all that matters. You mistake base control for dominance and think you’re all that for being gracious enough to share your bed for anyone fool enough to trust you when you don’t deserve it. I don’t know what you do for a day job, but it’s a wonder you’re not a complete failure at that too with your selfish, self-serving, ignorant mindset that wouldn’t be worth anything in any setting. You’ve probably had to work so hard because you just beat your head against the wall until you get lucky each day. I feel sorry with anyone who has to put up with you for any amount of time, let alone work with a sadistic rapist bitch like you. You’d have to be desperate, masochistic, or just plain braindead to put up with your shit on a daily basis.” 


“THAT-”  Anne choked for a second.  “You don’t know what I do!  You don’t know how hard I work or how much I’ve sacrificed to get where I am!  I’ve given up EVERYTHING to be the strongest, the fastest, the best, the meanest motherfucker on this continent!”  She shoved the smaller woman’s shoulder roughly, nearly knocking her off her feet as she advanced down the wet steps.  “And I never made anyone do anything!  I didn’t drag her out of her room, I didn’t force her into mine, I didn’t make her do ANYTHING we did while we were together!  She was up for anything as far as I knew!  How is it my fault if I crossed a line I didn’t know existed?!”


“Are you so sure? Did you cross a line without knowing it was there with me? Are you sure you just didn’t want there to be a line too far? Everyone has a line you can’t cross, everyone. But, no, you seemed like you got off on going too far on that little video you left me.” Kim didn’t back down, even after the huge paws doing nothing but a simple shove left her feeling as if she might be bruised. She stepped right back up to her, staring daggers, the height difference making it so that her long beak only just came close to poking the bear’s breast as she had to crane her neck to glare up at her. “Or, are you really just that dense? You’re nothing but a shit for brains, muscle bound moron, driven by her out of control fear and roids juiced ego!”


“Fear?  What the FUCK do you think I’m afraid of?!” Anne swiped her hand across her front, moving the bird’s beak out of her personal space.  She tried to put on the body language that made her seem flippant, but she was roiling inside, her body tensing and her head full of a hundred screaming ideas all vying for her attention, commanding, begging, demanding her to do everything from break down and cry, to run to her room and drink, to throttle the bird into the tile floor until there was nothing but a greasy stain remaining. 


Kimberly’s face stung, but it wasn’t as bad as the shove had been; she had been expecting Annie to throw a tantrum, and, where her metabolism had betrayed her on her first night with the bear, now her quick reflexes had allowed her to roll her head as it was brushed to the side. Still, she didn’t back out of the bear’s space, still not giving in, but not being any closer than she had to be. “Oh, is that it? So, maybe you’re not as dumb as I thought. You know, don’t you? Deep down you know how weak you are; how afraid you are to not be in control. You don’t take control, you grab at it like a child clings to a doll. I’d almost pity you, if you hadn’t let yourself fall so far that I can only feel contempt.”


“Weak?! Y-...”  Anne’s composure broke for a moment, lurching forward and her fur bristling as the muscles in her neck and face started to draw tight.  “YOU fucking pity ME?  I’m a fucking CHAMPION!  I’m the best in my field, the strongest, the fastest, I’m fucking six foot eleven inches of bad fucking ass and YOU pity ME?!  A fucking tie-dyed canary bull-dyke that can barely even fly?!”  She bent down, lowering herself closer to Kim’s level and into her face. 


“No.” The hummingbird practically spat the word. “I said I would, if you were even worth pity. But you’re so far beneath even the most pathetic of wimps that you don’t deserve pity. Your supposed strength is nothing. You’re not pitiful, you’re a worm. Your muscles are just a big wall you’ve built up to hide from the sad fact that you’re worthless and deplorable. You could die today, and the world would only be better off for it. You. Are. Weak. The very fact that you’d even care enough to be outraged at such an accusation only proves how afraid you are.”


Anne’s open paw smacked into Kimberly’s stomach, landing with a hollow thump and forcing all the air out of the smaller bird.  “Ohff! Have you g-gone mad? What are-”  The bear’s grip tightened around her midsection, giving her a squeeze like she was stuck in a vice.  Anne glared at her and growled, every muscle on her face, head, neck, was drawn back, snarling, tensing, veins popping visibly at the thin spots in her fur and her mouth starting to foam. “Let, *huff* me, go, you, *huff* beast.”  


Anne stared at her for a moment, her eyes looking empty and hollow as she lifted the bird up to her level standing up straight.  She panted audibly, and barely above a whisper, said “Fuck…”  


“You’ll be sorry for thi-”


“YOU!”  Anne roared at the top of her lungs as she jerked the bird up and slammed her straight down onto the floor.  


“That’s,” Kim paused to spit up a small bit of blood out her beak, making sure to aim for Annie’s eyes. “Your answer to everything; beat it into submission.”


Anne fell to her knees and lifted the bird again, preparing to slam her down again.  Without any warning the bear’s vicegrip released suddenly and let the bird roll off of her paw to flutter like her life depended on it towards the door, catching air for a moment before tumbling to the ground.  She looked back to see if the bear was following her as she got to her feet and saw security surrounding the bear, all with tasers drawn and one fired, the wires visible disappearing into Anne’s fur.  Kimberly fell back on her ass, panting deeply as the air only now began to find its way back into her body.  


“Do NOT resist!  Lay on your stomach, arms above your head!”  A somewhat rotund bay stallion yelled at her as he released the trigger on his taser.  Anne placed both paws on the ground and breathed again now that the electricity had left her.  Her back tensed and twitched as the electricity in her body began to escape.  She drug her claws across the floor, screeching quietly against the tile floor as she drew her paw into a fist.  Punching the floor she pushed herself to one knee, rising slowly.  Her body tensed slightly as the stallion pulled the trigger, sending the electricity through her body again, nigh impotently.  She staggered to her feet and the other Security Officers drew their tasers, waiting for the bear to behave aggressively or for a signal from the stallion.  


He squeezed the plastic gun so tight that it warped in his palms.  They were security guards with little training, and what training they did have was all mechanical.  Nothing they’d been given by the company had even begun to give them the mental preparation to deal with a serious threat.  She was his height or more, no, definitely more as she rose completely to her feet.  He felt the tingle of fear run down his spine, making his knees quiver and his whole body shake as she gasped hoarsely for breath, showing the solid row of sharp white teeth behind her drawn back black lips.  Her feetclaws scraped audibly at the floor as she squeezed at it with her toes in an attempt to keep herself rooted to the floor, the sound threatening the guards inadvertently.  


She lurched forward, a single clumsy, jerking, sudden step toward the stallion.  The others panicked finally, their hesitation broken by her sudden movement.  She felt the tines dig into her, underneath her ribs on the right side, on her back just below her shoulder blades, and a single needle striking on the back of her neck.  The air left her body in a hoarse, hollow bark as the muscles in her body spasmed at once, the combined effort of three tasers bringing her down as they were intended to.  She collapsed like a ragdoll, her wet body smacking the floor heavily with a light splash.


A fluffy canine male, what looked like a pomeranian, dropped his spent taser and inched toward Anne timidly.  He was the one that missed, he had to be useful somehow.  He kicked her lightly in her ribs with his mirror-polished shoe to be sure she was out, then jumped on her back like a man wrestling an alligator, grabbing her arms and grunting with effort as one at a time he threw them onto her back.  He hurriedly zip-tied her wrists twice to be safe, and signaled to the others that they could let off the tasers.  Anne laid under him, facedown on the floor, a light foam developing at the corners of her mouth and her eyes glassy and twitching.  


“You think we should call the medics?”  The dog asked the stallion as he stood up, stepping away from the bear.  


“Well, duh.  Not like we’re carrying her to the brig.”  He snorted and shook his head looking around.  “What smells?”  


A male shark, some odd indistinct species stepped towards the hot tub, looking too see her almost empty bottle of whiskey.  “Liquor?  Looks like she’s been breathing the stuff.”


“No…”  The horse kept sniffing around, walking a circle around Anne.  “Hah!” He laughed and pointed down at the bear.  “She fucking pissed herself!”  


The fourth man of the group, a ram, was off near the door on his radio, calling in the medics for a stretcher and a quick checkup on her.  For the most part everyone was ignoring Kimberly in the aftermath, the towering monster of a bear capturing their short attentions.  She let them focus on on their task. She did get some small satisfaction in the pathetic state Annie had been reduced to, but couldn’t bring herself to smile; as much as she despised the woman, she’d have rather things not had to come to this. Having to get beat down and rescued by a bunch of males to give Annie what she had coming to her certainly didn’t help her mood either. She was sore, she felt dirty over the whole situation, and in all honesty nobody would be coming out of this a winner, as much as she had gotten the better of the bear. 


The goat turned back around to face the room and saw Kim, hesitating for a moment.  “Hey! Do you want to press charges and do you need a medic?”  


“I say lock her up and throw away the key if you know what’s good for you, and her. But, as for the doc…” Kim finally tested her body without excitement and fear to fuel it, managing to stand with some awkward effort. “Is the doctor a woman? I’d rather drown on my own blood than have to expose myself to a male right now.” She tried not to spit the words, to keep from putting off anybody from taking care of Annie, and to hide that she may be coughing up blood in the event that the doctor was a man. She would never let a man touch her again, most certainly with the claims of rape that people viewing her confrontation with Annie may or may not have taken to heart. This was too testy a time to be careless now. Kim had her calm now. 


The ram watched her, barely half paying attention to what she was saying.  “So is that a yes or no on pressing charges?”  He glanced back and forth between the hummingbird and his radio as indistinct, tinny voices rang through.


“That would be a yes.” Kim had a hard time not letting the male’s insistence that she repeat herself get of her nerves, but she did it. 


“Alright… ummm…”  He turned to his radio and turned his back to her. “She wants to press charges, what do we do? Umm… I’ll ask.”  He turned back to her.  “The law is difficult on a ship… We’re going to keep her in the brig and eject her from the ship.  Once we set out from this dock we’re not coming back, so you won’t be in any danger.  Prosecuting her, figuring out where she’d be prosecuted, what laws apply, and etcetera could take years and tens of thousands of dollars.  Are you sure she’s worth it?”


Kimberly pressed two fingers to her temple as she rested a hand to cheek, sighing deeply. As if the cruise hadn’t already been stressful enough, she had to have her patience tried again. “I suppose I should have expected as much. Here, can you at least do this much for me; try to make sure she stays in lockup for a few days days on the island? Just hand her over and say whatever you want to get them to take her off your hands. I really don’t want her out walking the streets too soon.” She didn’t have high hopes that the effective male would come through for her, she knew the when she was being handled, but it was worth a shot. 


“Alright.  We’ll be sure she’s good and sober before we send her off, ok?”  He turned back away and talked into the radio again.  “Alright, so get the mops and shit ready cause we’re pulling in a wet drunk.  Need a second medic for the bird. Umm… I’ll see.”  He turned back across his shoulder and looked at Kim.  “Does anything feel broken?”


“Well, lets see; I’m not a doctor, you’re not a doctor, so why don’t we let the doctor decide on that when she has a chance to check it out.” Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. Kim did have a bit of basic medical training, she just didn’t care to share anything she didn’t have to with the male.  He was continuing to rub her the wrong way, she couldn’t stand mindless drones the likes of him, and she wanted to at least get her way on the doctor. Honestly, while she felt like shit, and while she also had a hard time believing it after facing that mountain of muscle, nothing felt broken. “The doctor better be a woman, do you hear me? If you can’t get that much done, I’ll spend that money I’m saving not prosecuting the bear to make your life a living hell.” So much for playing nice. 


“Right.”  He turned back to the door and watched for awhile as the others secured the area.  He pulled the doors open and locked them for the two medics that came in, lugging their stretchers and gear behind them.  A rotund cow and a somewhat muscled St. Bernard in un-matching scrubs.  The goat guided the cow to Kimberly quickly to get her taken care of, while the large, fluffy dog began the job of hoisting Anne up onto the stretcher.  


As they carried Annie’s passed out body past her, Kim watched her knowingly; the bear was going to get away with a slap on the wrist at best, and yet she still didn’t envy what the future held for the woman. “You’ve brought it all on yourself, now you’re going to have to live with it,” the hummingbird mumbled to herself. 




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Anne woke on a hard cot in a small cell, a scrub shirt on over her bathing suit.  She felt her stomach in the back of her throat, turning from the overpowering scent of ammonia, bleach, stale chlorinated water, and urine that filled the cell.  “Hrk!”  She clasped a hand over her muzzle as she retched and quickly rolled onto her side, barely catching herself with her paw to stop from rolling out.  Her stomach rolled out of her muzzle like water from an outdoor hose, mostly clear, pinkish liquid from her lack of solid food.  It splashed onto the floor filling the room with that rotten smell of vomit, made more powerful by the quickly evaporating alcohol lifting the sickening scent into the air. 


Her stomach clenched, forcing more air out of her than anything else in a hoarse dry heave.  As the distracting burn and pain in her stomach and throat faded she began to feel the throbbing cramps up and down her entire torso, emanating from the areas where the probes struck her.  She gasped a breath quickly and groaned out as she rolled back to her back, dribbles of her vomit rolling down her fur from the corners of her mouth.  “f-fuck…” she whispered breathily as the pain coursed through her body from sore, abused muscles.  She tried to remember how she got there.  She’d been drinking since Yvette left, practically pouring it down her and Vince’s throats throughout their… Session is what she’d call it, if she’d call it anything.  She knew she left him there the next morning to get more whiskey… and got sidetracked by the hot tub…. then things were fuzzy… Then Kim showed up… 


Anne remembered the bird getting in her face, yelling and having some kind of argument, then security showing up, and then blackness.  “FUCK!”  She barked out angrily as she suddenly rose up and spun out of bed.  The second her feet touched the slick floor her weight was on them.  They slipped backwards letting her fall forwards, her body still too slow and unresponsive to catch herself, she landed flat on her muzzle, busting her nose on the concrete floor.  She rolled her head to the side, taking weight off of her pained muzzle.  She wasn’t phased, getting hit in the nose was an everyday occurrence.  She stared at the wall, laying belly-down in the puddle of her own puke, and let a single sob loose into the silence.


Her hands found their way under her and pushed her up.  She made it to her knees and fell back onto her ass, putting her back to the edge of the steel framed cot.  Her head fell back and she sniffled, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth as her nose began bleeding down the back of her throat.  “I…”  She stopped, catching herself in another sob, and took deep breaths through her mouth trying to calm herself.  “I don’t… I don’t know what I did wrong…  I need you so much… Wi-HIC-without you to tell me what to do I’m l-lo…”  She covered her muzzle again, suddenly panting quickly and whimpering into her paw.  She reached with her free hand and grabbed the pillow from her bed, burying her face in it.  “D-daddyyyyy~”  She wailed into the pillow, muffling herself as best she could as her face broke, her lips drawing back and her eyes squinting tightly as she began to fully cry into the pillow.  “I-I-I don-don’t know what to do-o-o-ooo!  The g-gym is going b-b-bankrupt, I can’t p-pull in real fighters to train, I-I’m t-t-t-too c-crippled to fight, I’m sitting in jail… Oh God d-daddy I’m so sorryyyyy-” 


As she began to wail again, Dennis and Freddie stood in the main security office speaking to the same stallion that had put her in there to begin with.  “She’s off her ass.  She’s lucky the victim decided not to press charges or else this could have been very serious.”


“Yeah, yeah, but how is she?  Is Anne hurt?”  Freddie asked, his frustration showing quite obviously in his furrowed brows and anxious movement.  


“She was unconscious when the doctors checked her, they said she was fine.”  The horse swung slightly side to side in his rolling chair, seeming bored with this whole ordeal.


“You know those damn things can cause muscle damage?   They’ve also been known to short and spark when you shoot wet people.  What if it had caught some of that whiskey and you lit her on fire?” 


“Then she’d be in the burn center?”  The stallion shrugged and leaned forward onto his desk.  “Look, here’s the long and short of it.  You guys have until 5pm to pack all of your shit, all of her shit, and get her off of this ship before we disembark.  If you’re all not off of this ship by 6pm we WILL have her arrested for assault.”


“What about our paychecks then?”  Dennis chimed in, stepping up beside Freddie. 


“What about them?”  The stallion stood up, puffing his chest out at the two smaller males. “You’re choices are leave or jail.   Pay isn’t part of either.  She breached the code of conduct as an employee of this ship that was included in her contract.  So have you, Mr… Harper.  Or did you think no one reported your little stunt with that kitten in the Viking?  And Mr. Colon,” he pronounced incorrectly as the anatomy, “-did you think no one would notice your pre and post curfew departures and arrivals?”


Fred and Dennis looked at each other questioningly before casting their eyes to the floor in defeat.  “Okay.”  Dennis said in a defeated tone.  


“Yeah,” Freddie said, lifting his head.  “We’ll go get her shit together.  Can you give us her room card?”  


The horse nodded and handed him her card from his front pocket.  “A nurse is gonna get her some coffee and solid food.  She should be ready to go by the time you pick her up.”  


Freddie took the card and turned away, heading out the door quickly.  Dennis hesitated for a second following the parrot out, but soon followed heading through the door as it closed.  “What the hell… What’s going on with her?”


“I don’t know… Did you see anything weird going on lately?”  Freddie almost jogged down the halls to their suites. 


“She’s been cancelling the dinner meetings pretty much every day, but I guess you noticed that.”  


“Not really…  Janeeza’s been keeping me busy the last few days and i wasn’t really paying attention…  Damnit…”  Freddie started stomping a little harder as he walked.  


“It’s alright man… We were both slipping… It’ll work out.  You get her number?  Facebook?  email?”  Dennis tried to change the subject.  


“Yeah, I’ve got all of that.  What about you?”  Freddie opted for the stairs instead of the elevator, confident they could outrun waiting for the convenient machine.  


“Um… got a couple of phone numbers, never gonna use em again.  Might’ve gotten some crazy woman pregnant and spent the rest of the time fucking an underaged siamese cat.  So… deleting those numbers and hoping no one took pictures.”  Dennis sighed at the unfulfilled feeling he had from his conquests during this trip.  


“Kinda what you get for fucking random strangers, dude.”  Freddie said as he bounded out of the stairwell into the main hallways.  


“Says the guy that invited me over for a threesome with said underaged siamese…”  Dennis let out of the corner of his mouth as he followed his avian friend.  “Doesn’t matter though.  First flight out, we’ll be gone, never see any of these people again.  Well, hopefully you’ll see yours again.”  


“...Right.”  Freddie said with a slight sense of doubt in his voice as they made the long jog to their rooms.  




BREAK




[center]Freddie[/center]


[right]What do you mean you’re leaving tonight?[/right]


[left]My boss got in trouble on the trip.  We’re not getting paid and we have to vacate the ship[/left]


[right]And? Let her take herself home.  I have a hotel room, stay the rest of my trip with me.[/right]


[left]I can’t.  It’s a loyalty thing.  She’s been there for me a long time, i gotta be there for her.  I’d like to call you later and at least talk to you before we leave.[/left]


[right]Ok.  Text before you call so I can give you the green light.  I may be busy.[/right]


[left]Alright.  I’m going to miss you like crazy.[/left]


[right]You’re so sweet.  I’ll miss you too.[/right]


Janeeza closed out Freddie’s text window and opened her Email app.  She sighed and growled quietly as she searched for the Brazilian's address, hoping to send him word.  


[b]atalaffip-4031@fmail.com
To:  adommyttotto-7166@kazoo.com
CC:
Subject: Coming to NH tomorrow?


Mr. Morais,
I am emailing you to inform you that I am ending my vacation early and plan on heading to New Hampshire at the soonest convenience.  Would you be free to entertain a guest and perhaps talk business on the 17th?  


Sincerely,
J. Goldschmidt[/b]


She soon received a reply:


[b]adommyttotto-7166@kazoo.com
To: atalaffip-4031@fmail.com
CC:
Subject: RE: Coming to NH tomorrow?


Ms. Goldschmidt,
I can always make time for a lovely woman such as yourself.  If you would allow, I can save you the cost of a hotel.  I’m at the Hamilton suites, in the Presidential with an extra bedroom if you would like to use it?


B. Morais[/b]


She sighed again and shook her head, knowingly.  


[b]atalaffip-4031@fmail.com
To:  adommyttotto-7166@kazoo.com
CC:
Subject: RE: Coming to NH tomorrow?


Mr. Morais,
We both know that if I took you up on your offer that guest room wouldn’t be used.  


J. Goldschmidt[/b]


He soon returned the reply she expected.


[b]adommyttotto-7166@kazoo.com
To: atalaffip-4031@fmail.com
CC:
Subject: RE: Coming to NH tomorrow?


Ms. Goldschmidt,
Of course it would.  When we make too much of a mess in my room we can sleep in the clean bed.  


B. Morais[/b]


His charm wasn’t as obvious through his emails as it was in person.  He had a different manner about him than the men she was used to when they had met, but in the end he was painfully similar to the rest, seeing how many women they could fuck and gauging manhood by the trail of laid out women behind them.  He had always treated her with the respect he gave other males, though, and that was better than nothing.  At the very least he was above average.


She thought about Freddie for a moment, but shook her head.  This was why she didn’t want to be exclusive to him yet.  Business is how business is, and being a woman doing business with this type of man things are made so much easier by being able to trade these kinds of favors.  She reached for the glass of brown cocktail sitting beside her and took a sip, hoping the turning in her stomach and ache in her chest would be drowned in it.


 [b]atalaffip-4031@fmail.com
To:  adommyttotto-7166@kazoo.com
CC:
Subject: RE: Coming to NH tomorrow?


Mr. Morais,
I would love to take you up on your offer.  I just ask that you leave me well enough the next morning that I can actually handle my business.  ;3


J. Goldschmidt[/b]


She laughed slightly at the reply and closed the app, switching to her laptop to find a flight.  


[b]adommyttotto-7166@kazoo.com
To: atalaffip-4031@fmail.com
CC:
Subject: RE: Coming to NH tomorrow?


Ms. Goldschmidt,
I make no guarantees.  :)


B. Morais[/b]




BREAK




Anne, Dennis, and Freddie sat waiting in the open-air Kona International Airport.  It was considerably strange, but the fresh, cool evening air could only do good for Anne.  They had got her out of her bathing suit and into a pair of old fatigues that she took as her lounge pants and a slightly oversized hoodie that did a fair job of hiding her bloodshot, puffy eyes and still-dribbling nose.  The pair of males watched her worriedly, never having seen her show much emotion at all, let alone the nigh-broken state she was in now.  She hadn’t spoke since they came in and helped her dress, and otherwise she acted nearly comatose.  


“You think she’s gonna snap out of it?”  Dennis whispered to Freddie as they waited for their plane.  


“I hope so… How long till we board?”  Freddie hadn’t stop staring at his phone since they had got in the taxi to the airport.  He had a sick, scared look on his face as he looked over the messages and pictures in his phone.  He texted her awhile ago to call and she hadn’t replied.  He was afraid she’d become distant after he left, but he was sure she was just busy.  


“Ten or fifteen minutes? I don’t know.”  Dennis shook his head and sat back against the backrest of the bench.  “They’ll holler at us.  Six-fifteen to DFW…”  


“Right…”  Freddie finally put his phone away and stood up, stretching his legs.  “Want anything to drink?”  


“Monster Rehab…”  Anne said quietly.  


“W-what?”  Freddie said, confused but happy at least she was talking.  


“I need electrolytes for my hangover… and something solid… Crackers or something to fill my stomach.  Two for now, a third for the plane.  Two red tea and a lemonade.”  As authoritative as she spoke, it had an unnerving quiet, a submissive tone that didn’t at all befit the image of her that had been built by their years together.  


“A-alright, anything else?”  He stuttered as he slowly backed away towards the small convenience store inside the airport.  


She shook her head and pulled the hood down, keeping the sun as far out of her eyes as she possibly could.  Freddie turned and headed to the small store leaving Dennis to sit and wait with Anne.  “Are you going to be okay?”  The bat asked in a worried tone.  He received no reply besides a slight nod, which didn’t do much for his worry.  “I hope so…”  




THE END