Note from Piper: This story has a brief scene with blood play.
For most the first day of school a somewhat noisy (catching up with things with friends, read gossip, and the usual griping about the end of summer break) and mildly confusing affair. In this place, the Northwestern school complex, it is a case of barely controlled chaos! The school is located about eight miles outside of a city of some 80,000 residents and caters to a little over 1,100 rural and small town students ranging from elementary, junior high, and high school. Well this year that population jumped by almost 1,000 due to the closure of several school buildings in the city due to it being discovered that they had structural soundness and, in a couple of them, air quality problems bad enough to get them shut down. None of these could be cured before the beginning of the school year so the county school board juggled and shuffled students in the affected areas around and, due to some over building done a couple of years back, this place caught a big chunk of that overflow. Add to that roughly 50 more teachers and a few dozen additional administrative types were shuffled in to handle the expanded student load and this place is something of a madhouse on the opening (Familiarization) day.
“And who are you?” you ask.
I’m a 16 year old Scottish deer stag who goes by the name of Phillip Danvers; 6’ tall, average body build, brown eyes and today, I wear the usual short sleeved shirt and cargo shorts that so many male, and some female, furs prefer to have on during a warm day. Where deer are concerned I am pretty much “Joe average” in physical appearance though I do some exercising to stay in good shape. Also, I’m a new arrival at this place, my family moved here three months ago so my dad, who works for a DNA analysis lab, and mom could take advantage of better paying work here. Have two sisters; Gwen who is not quite 17 and Irene who is 11. I’m a quiet type who prefers to fade into the background most of the time as I have found that being one of the “”unseen” has a number of advantages.
My mom is escorting Irene at the elementary school while dad is with me and my older sis. I’m pretty sure he’s doing escort for her more than for me. We’re headed for one of the welcoming talks in the main gym area and I’m looking forward to it; not the talk but to scope out as many of my fellow students as I can.
I have to credit them, this is one big gym! It could easily accommodate 1400 people. Due to the presence of so many more students and parents they had set up two welcome sessions instead of just the one. At my urging we are sitting on one of the top tiers so I can see pretty much everything…and everyone. I see that every one of the 37 species of furs is represented in the crowd and I’m pleased to see that there are more fems than males. Later on, I find that the mix was 54% females to 46% males and the male-to-female “spread” of teachers is two to three. For a hormone loaded teenaged male this place is quite promising.
“I’m going to scout out my assigned classrooms,” I told dad after the gym info session was done.
“Meet us at the cafeteria in two hours!” he told me.
“Check!” I reply as I look at the time on my watch.
As I navigate the halls I look at people and send out one specific command to them, concentrating mostly on non-school staff adults (and any preschool kids they have with them).
"Command?" you ask.
A mental order to go to the nurses' office to let them take an oral swab from them.
"Nice try!" you say. "You are either delusional or wishful if you think that's going to work! And, what is that swab for, if your 'command' ever worked?"
Your second bit first; the swab is for a DNA analysis. As to the skeptical part of your comment, the reason they will do as I command is because I have a mind controlling ability/power.
Ever have one of those dreams where someone came to you and gave you some kind of “power” and then was good enough to show you how to use it effectively? I had one of those about a year ago. It was incredibly vivid and felt as real as the waking world. When I awoke the next day I nearly jumped into the seat in front of my computer and tapped as much as I remembered into the word processor! After that, it got "filed" somewhere in the back of my head and I went about my normal life. Once in a while I would pull it up and moon over the idea of "If only it were true!" Then came the day when I found out it was!
Shu Iverson was a 17 year old panda girl in my school. Though her figure was on the chunky side in build there was something, a "vibe" maybe, about her that attracted a lot of guys to her. Aware of that attraction, she became quite a tease; she'd flirt, even allow some touching and petting but that was as far as she'd let things go. One day she got a friend of mine all "hot 'n bothered" and then chewed him out for being too forward. I came in just in time to see the last several seconds of the petting and then to hear her scolding on him. It pissed me off and the next thing I knew....
"Hey, Shu! Go get the guy you really want and fuck him all weekend! Video it, all of it, and send the recordings to me!" I found myself yelling at her.
Close to the start of that tirade there seemed to be a quick flash of light before, or in, my eyes, something I don't remember ever happening before. What I do remember is that she got this odd expression on her face and then she turned away and left. I thought that was the end of that.
"Package for you," said my mom as she handed it to me.
Looking it over, I see that the name on the return address is Shu's. I open the packet. There are six SD memory chips in it, the kind that one can use in digital cameras and camcorders. Two of them have a "1" marked on them in white grease pencil, a pair with a "2" on them, and another pair with a "3". That brings back the memory of what I'd yelled at her last week and a strange feeling of hopeful anticipation steals over me.
"Keep dreamin', bud!" says my skeptical side.
"Well, it won't hurt to have a look," I reply as I head for my bedroom.
After locking the door, I go to the two windows of my room and drop the blinds all the way down so no one can see in. Then I seat myself in front of my desk computer, fire it up, and then plug a chip with a one on it into the card reader. It's from a video cam alright and what it shows is a bedroom that is clearly that of a girl. The queen sized bed is pretty centered in the view and there is nothing going on for a few minutes. Then, Shu, wearing a slutty teddy, comes into view, and she's got someone with her. My eyes widen at the sight of the guy she's pulling along with both of her hands, he's her twin brother, Grover; Grove to most folks. The expression on his face is so confused that it borders on being hilarious! His sis gets him to the side of his bed where upon she proceeds to get every bit of his clothing off of him. Once he's in his birthday fur Shu pushes him down onto the bed then hops on the bed and proceeds to give him one hell of a kiss! While smooching her brother, one of Shu's hands goes to his crouch where she starts fondling his balls and dick. In very little time, Grove's "trooper" is pretty much at "attention". When Shu finally breaks off that kiss she moves down to her brother's hips to take his dick in her mouth and suck at it like a starving calf at its mother's udder teat! After a couple of minutes of this, she lets that dick out of her mouth, shoves Grove down so he's lying on his back, and then straddles his hips with her legs. Taking that saliva slick cock in one hand, Shu props it up to the entrance of her cunt and then impales herself on that hard fleshy stake.
"EEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!" she squeals in pain.
She comes to a stop when she's got him balls deep in her and that's when I realize that she is...was, a virgin and has sacrificed her virtue on her brother's "horn". After allowing some time to adjust and let the pain fade, she gets to work riding Grove for all that she's worth! It's no surprise that she gets him off, in her, in barely a minute. If she was fucking me like that I doubt I'd have lasted any longer! The video goes on for close to four hours. They fuck then they rest and recharge, then start the cycle all over again, and again. After a while Grove takes charge, becomes more in command, dominate, and he fucks his delightfully willing sister. When they exhaust themselves, the pair manage to pull off the abused bed covers and throw on a blanket that they pull over themselves, and, holding each other close, fall into a sated sleep.
The second chip is a recording of the same events but from a different angle and the lens is zoomed in some for a closer look at the action. The other four chips are recordings of more of the same over the other days of that three day weekend. By the end of it, Grove has taken charge of his sis and is indulging in binding her up. It's odd to see this out going girl go so submissive. Today, Shu is some seven months pregnant with her brother's baby and I've "arranged" for her parents to be happy about the coming of their grandson (they don't know who the father is). She is looking forward to having a good sized family by her brother. And, yes, she is still sending me secretly recorded videos of her and Grove in “action”
My dream Mentor told me that it was alright for me to use my abilities (I, also, have a kind of telepathy that lets me read the surface thoughts of someone I'm focused on) for my own purposes, that was to be expected...but....
"Be judicious in your use of it. Overuse will attract undesirable attention. Also, do things with them that help improve your peoples," I was advised.
As I said earlier, I shrugged it off as just a desirable fanciful dream…until what happened with Shu. So, I went to work seeing what I could do. I went with small things at first; having someone stand up when there wasn’t a need to or sit down, when there wasn’t a need to, while standing and chatting with someone. At first, it was pretty much a hit or miss for anything to happen but as I practiced things got more reliable, predictable. It was during these “exercises” that I honed my ability to read peoples’ surface thoughts and feelings. Maybe since it is a passive skill I got the hang of it faster than I did the active mind altering/control/manipulation part. Once I had it fairly well down I went to work on influencing folks with more involved commands. This translated to getting various bully types to bother and fight with each other. Some of these scraps got pretty hot and heavy with the guys beating the daylights out of one another. These fights drew their share of onlookers who were quite happy to watch these tough guys whale on each other. And I didn’t limit myself to the problem guys bad as male can be girls can, and are, even worse! With the bully girls I arranged for “cat fights” to happen between them, some on school grounds, others in other places. These “matchups” were brutal and, for the guys watching, educational in girl anatomy.
From there I practiced on my sisters, working on more complicated and detailed conditioning procedures. I set things up so that Gwen would strip off her clothing in front of me and her not see anything odd or wrong about doing so. Then I did the same with Irene. Though she is still flat chested I found her just as arousing as Gwen. I’ve fondled Gwen’s tits a batch of times (I have her thinking she’s doing it to herself) and found that they are so sensitive that she cums after a couple of minutes of toying with them. A few times when mom and dad were away I had my sisters get naked and do intimate things with one another in our parents’ bed while I watched. I had them think of it as some naughty experimentations. To date, that is as far as I have gone with them.
One fem catches my eye; she’s a rabbit doe who’s in her mid-30s in age and is sporting a big pregnant belly. She wears a loose knee length short sleeved dress that buttons all the way down the front and she looks a little tired and just a touch confused. I move to her.
“You need some help?” I ask.
She starts at my words and when she looks up at me she takes a step backwards. At her height of 4’ 10”, not counting her ears, to my 6’ it’s not surprising that she’s a bit intimidated. Bright green eyes look out at me from behind owl eye glasses for a few seconds.
“I…I’m waiting for my son,” she says at last.
“Is he lost?
I see her look at her watch.
“No, I don’t think so. He’s going to meet me here in about 35 minutes,” she says.
“Plenty of time,” I think as I fire a preset up command into her head.
“You look tired, why don’t I take you some place quieter so you can get a little rest?”
“That would be nice,” she replies.
I take the lead and clear a path for her through the mob in the hallways. After assisting her up a set of stairs, we come to the nurse’s office on the second floor and go inside. There are several people there and the two nurses, both rabbit does, are using swab sticks to take oral samples from these volunteers. I ask one of the nurses if there is a private place where Mrs. Handerson (we introduced ourselves to one another on the way) could lie down for a few minutes.
“Take her to that room,” one says while pointing to a door. “It’s soundproofed so it’ll be quiet there.”
I escort her into the room and close the door behind us. Mrs. Handerson goes to one of the padded chairs in the room and, with a sigh, plops down on it. She looks down at her gravid belly and then places both of her hands on her middle. There’s a kind of…content expression on her face.
“I love kits but there are times…” she says.
“You’d like to have more?” I ask.
“Yes, but my mate is not happy with the idea of a large family, says that a batch of kits would cost too much,” she tells me.
I don’t need my mind reading power to hear the notes of disappointment and longing in her voice. She really wants that pack of kits bad!
“You’re happy with your pregnancy,” I tell her. “In fact…”
I give her a knowing look and a wink.
“…you’re wanting to show it to the whole world!”
Past the look of shock on her face I “see” an image of her standing in her livingroom in front of the picture window in the dark of night. The drapes are pulled clear and she stands close to the window wearing a robe and, at times, she opens it all the way to show the mostly sleeping outside world her breeding body. I can feel the excited thrill she experiences while doing this, and she has done it a number of times.
“If you want, you can show your pride to me,” I encourage.
“I…I cou…couldn’t” she starts.
Her thoughts contradict her words. I place a finger to her lips to silence her while directing a mental “push” to that part of her mind that wants to give in to my suggestion.
“You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do it for you.”
With that I take her by her upper arms and urge her to stand up then I move her to where she’s standing in front of the room’s window. Going to that window I drew the curtains until there is only about a foot of open space between them. Then I go to stand behind her to reach around and unbutton the top button of her dress. She closes her eyes.
“You don’t like this dress,” I say to her. “It hides too much of what you want the world to see.”
“Y..yes,” she tremors.
I’ve got four of the eight buttons undone.
“You want to wear a tube top or a bikini top and some shorts so your baby bump is exposed for all to see.”
“Yes!”
My fingers hook into the shoulder straps of her dress and pull them aside.
“You want anyone and everyone to see this sign of your fertility!”
“Yes!”
The dress drops to the floor to pool about her feet. She wears a bra that fastens in the front and I unhook it so that her heavy, on her, breasts sag free from it as its halves fall to her sides where I slide it off of her to join her dress. I, then, draw her panties down off her hips to pull them all the way to her ankles.
“Take one step forward,” I instruct.
She does and stands barely three feet from the window. Moving around her, I sweep the curtains fully aside. There is a ledge some three feet below the bottom of the window that stretches out from the wall several feet. One can see the school grounds beyond the edge and there are some people out there but none close enough to see the “picture” my pregnant bunny presents. Going back behind her I slip my hands beneath her armpits and then lift her up to set her feet on a 16 inch wide black and white marble shelf (a good two inches thick) set at the base of the window. As she stands there I snag hold of the sides of her panties with my hands and drag them off her hips and down to her ankles. With one hand I lift her feet, one at a time, to get that undie clear of her. Her mind is a riot of emotions; fear that someone will really see her, embarrassment that she’s allowed herself to be seen nude by me, a stranger, wonder that she’s actually gone through with this, and excitement that she’s done it! I put a hand on one side of her belly and feel her quiver at my touch. Through her fur and pelt I feel her kit move within her.
“Just think of it Mrs. Handerson, some 14 or 15 years from now your daughter will be standing here in her fur just like you are now so she can show the world her kit filled belly,” I say.
In her mind I feel the sense of wonderful joy she feels at my statement. The pride radiating from her is unmistakable! I move my hand to cup the front of her swollen middle and, once again, the unborn doe within moves.
“Don’t worry, pretty one, you’ll get your pack of kits!”
When we come out of the room Mrs. Handerson is fully dressed and in a much better frame of mind. She stops for a minute and opens her mouth to let one of the nurses take a swab then gives them her name and address to label the sample with. Outside of the office the hall is actually pretty much clear.
“Tell me, is there someone, other than your mate, that you want to get your next kit from?” I ask.
She gets a startled look on her face and then the insides of her ears go bright red just before she slams them down onto her head. In her mind I “see” the image of a geeky looking rabbit boy in his mid-teens and a name echoes in my head. This is immediately followed by another image showing a number of teen males in track and field outfits; five are rabbit bucks but I get the feel that she is partial to the other six non-rabbits having her as well.
“I…I could….couldn’t let someone else…” she stammers.
Again, I stop her words with a finger touched to her lips.
“Yes, you can! You are a sexually active and charged up doe whose primal desires need to be…addressed. They will be!”
A mixture of confusion, shame, and hopefulness radiate from her as we descend the stairs and I return her to the place where she awaits the arrival of her son.
Okay, I can hear you out there saying:
“Why didn’t you just take her over and force her to do whatever you want with her?!”
Yes, I could do that and did a few times some months ago but there was something singularly…unimaginative and unsatisfying about doing that. The fems, and some guys I paired them with, preformed their sexual activities like they were a duty…or a chore. Yes, they did climax from the carnal sensations they received but they went through things as if it was just something to do. There simply was not much real emotional joy derived from the couplings.
“This is a problem?” you ask.
For me it is. I want those I affect to feel emotions before, during, and after they have done what I demand of them! Joy and lust in committing the act, humiliation and shame at doing the forbidden combined with being excited and thrilled that they have indulged in these self-denied wicked, even dark, happenings. So I quit to take time to evaluate things (yes, I’m a studious type). In doing so I remembered what I did with Shu and my sisters. In Shu’s case, I had directed…forced her to do what she wanted all along with her brother with a bare minimum of details. With my sisters I mentally nudged them bit by bit, into doing what they did, things they wanted to do, to try out, but could not, normally, bring themselves to do. The only thing I did beyond that was that I made them mentally “blind” to my presence as they did what they did. So, I went back to being subtle. It required some more work as I had to find those mental/emotional “buttons” to push and then nudge them enough, just enough, to get the target person to do what I wanted her or him to do. The great thing about using this tract is that the victim(s) are of the impression that it is their idea to do whatever occurs. The emotional feel they, and I, get as a result is worth the effort. As I get familiar with all of this I become more skilled and that makes doing things easier.
Moving along one hallway two people catch my attention; one is a red squirrel woman in her early 30s who is dressed in a frilly, almost frumpy looking, long sleeved white blouse and a calf length pleated plaid skirt. The other is a martin boy in his early teens who wears a short sleeved shirt and cargo shorts. She’s about five feet tall to his five foot one inch height. She has a wide hipped chunky body build compared to his lean wiry one. The two stand close together and he is asking her questions and she answers them. A typical student and teacher thing but there is something there that makes me think there is more to it. Thusly I get close and scan them. I smile at what I pick up, the vivid imaginations they have for one another! The squirrel, Miss Adeline Kurtus, has been teaching here for eight years; Kenneth (Ken) Rhine had her as his math teacher the previous year. Both felt an attraction for one another from the first time they met and the summer separation did nothing to cause it to fade. So, here they are, wanting each other but due to professional (her) and societal (for both) norms, and laws, not quite able to give in to their desires for each other. In reading Ken’s thoughts I pick up on what he has tucked away in the bulky pockets of his shorts.
“Oh, yeah, I have to do something about this!” I think to myself.
After a couple of minutes of analyzing and manipulating I walk away. A moment later the two say “so long” and then they part company.
In the rush to get ready for the influx of additional students and staff it is no surprise that there are some parts of the complex that are still in need of a few more days of work to get them ready. It is to one of those that I go. I scout around, physically and mentally, to be sure there is no one else about and am glad to find that the area is clear. Going past the flimsy barrier with its “Keep Out!” sign I go to one of the classrooms where I pull up a chair close to the teacher’s desk and seat myself. A few minutes pass before Miss Kurtus arrives. She moves to the desk to stand at one of its sides and acts, at my direction, as if I’m not there. Ken shows up at the door bare seconds later. Like her, he acts as if I’m not there and comes into the room. There is a look of hunger on his face and I can feel the predator’s anticipation in his mind as he approaches her. A wave of fear mixed with excitement emanates from the woman as she watches him come for her and she steps back and bumps up against the desk. When he stops in front of his teacher the two look into one another’s faces for a few seconds, then one of Ken’s hands goes to a pocket on his shorts where, after undoing the two buttons on the flap, he reaches inside and then extracts something and holds it up for her to see. Adeline looks at it for a few heartbeats, then brings up one of her hands to her neck and uses it to sweep her dark red colored mid-back length hair back and away. Ken sets the slave collar he has made around her neck and locks it in place with the spring snap clasp.
“I’ll put the two little padlocks in the clasp at another time!” he tells her.
With that, he does what they both want him to do he takes command of her. Ken brings his hands up to take hold of his submissive’s blouse to pull it clear of her skirt’s waistband. Next, he undoes the blouse’s buttons and throws the garment open. Like so many fems these days, Miss Kurtus wears a front clasping bra (C-cup for her) and he unhooks it to let her boobs fall free of their confinement. Feeling embarrassment at her exposure, Adeline turns her head to one side and cants her eyes downwards. Her new Master smiles at her coyness as he places his hands palms down on her midriff to feel around there and then moves them up to cup her tits in his hands. A strange mix of mortification and pleasured desire comes from her as he goes on fondling those lovely fun bags. Blood rushes in to engorge them and her nipples end up standing out hard and hot, begging for his attention. He ignores them; instead, he nuzzles about on the upper and side curves of her slightly throbbing breasts. These actions send little hot sparks of feeling through the older fem, making her moan ever so softly.
“Grab the edge of the desk!” he instructs her.
She moves her hands back behind her to take a grip on the edge. I feel in her mind that she knows what is coming. Kenneth opens his mouth and then sinks his needle sharp teeth into the upper outside of her right side breast!
“MMmmmmmmmmmm!” she hum moans as she rides the pain.
Thin trickles of blood seep past those teeth and Ken uses his agile tongue to lap it to the back of his mouth where he swallows it down. I can sense the feel of delight he gets from its slightly salty taste. Close to 20 seconds go by before he lets go of her. Then, Ken moves his head to the upper outside of Miss Kurtus’s left breast and once again bites into it. The squirrel woman hum moan increases in volume this time as this time, he works his head around “worrying” at the spot; causing the punctures to tear some in order to get more blood flowing. I watch her bring up one hand and touch it to the back of his head and think she is about to stop him (she was) but at the very last second refrained from doing so. Ken shifted his head about for a few more seconds and then stopped. I can feel the blood almost flowing into his mouth as he drinks it down. When he’s had enough, he opens his mouth, backs off a touch, then presses the front of her muzzle to where that red fluid seeps out and in a couple of heartbeats all but his nosepad is covered with it. Bringing his face close to hers, he presses his blood coated muzzle to the front of his teacher’s.
“Lick it all off!” he commands in a muffled voice.
She does as she is told, taking in her own life blood from his lips and muzzle. When she’s got almost all of it Kenneth draws his head away to look Miss Kurtus in the eye.
“By my collar I claim you as my own, to do with as I wish. By your blood I seal you to me!” he states to her.
It sounds like he’s practiced those words and that is because, for the last several months, he has. Lord Maker of All, I feel her climax at his words! He turns her around, bends her forward over the desk, and then throws her skirt up over her back and sees that she isn’t wearing any panties. He smiles at that sight as he gets his already hard dick free of his shorts. An instant later, Adeline lets out with a strangled squeal as that dick claims her virginity while he, in turn, loses his to her. I leave them to their frantic coupling.
I’ve got thirty some minutes left before I have to meet my dad and seeing student and teacher getting it on with one another has got me more than a little hot and bothered. So I cast about for some fem that I might want to relieve myself with and my eye falls on a domestic sheep ewe who goes by the name of Lotus Heatherstone. She’s 5’ 1” tall, has an average body build, her white colored fleece hair stops a few inches below her shoulder blades in length, and she has hazel colored eyes. While most ewes are on the retiring side in temperament, she is outgoing and has a fairly good sized circle of friends and acquaintances. Her grades are high and, on occasions, she tutors people. As such she is not the stereotypical ewe, who is shy and, in many cases, dominated by a strong personality. I see her finish a chat with a red fox vixen and as they part her eyes scan about…and stop at me. Over the background mental “noise” of others around me I feel a veritable tidal wave of want…hunger coming from her (by focusing on her, even in passing, I receive more mental impressions and information from her). The flood of desire washing through my mind is of an intensity that it feels like I’m being bodily pushed backwards! There is lust there, long denied desire and the want to have someone deal with it! Seeing that there is no one else about to engage her I move forward, take hold of one of her upper arms with one hand, and say to her:
“Let’s go!”
And, I “press” hard on her submissive “button” with my power. I guide her along the halls and whenever it looks like anyone wants to stop her to chat I fend them off with a mind tap. In about three minutes we are back to that deserted school section, passing a squirrel fem teacher and her martin student as they go the opposite direction, both radiating feelings of satisfaction. I take Lotus to a different room where I turn her around to shove her up against an edge of the desk that’s there. The expression on her face, as she looks up at me, is a mixture of confusion and concern; behind it there are those feelings…plus one of…hope. In quick order I get her ankle length dress off of her, her front clasp bra open and then her panties hauled down to just above her knees. She gives no resistance during all of it. Next I drop my shorts and boxers then spin her around so she’s facing away from me. The junior class ewe bleats when I grab her by her head fleece hard and then bend her forward over the desk. I press up behind her to guide my achingly hard dick to her heated sex, then she bleats again as I jam myself into her.
“Instinct gets harder and harder to suppress the longer you hold it down!” I growl to her as I fuck hard and fast in her surprisingly wet pussy. “And the desire to breed does nothing to make it any easier!”
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
“You’re tight but you’re no virgin!” I say. “You gave in to some guy last year!”
The mental picture that she calls up surprises me for it is her dad hovering above her as he pumps his cock in her. From the look of things they are in the back of a van.
“Your grades are suffering, and I know why!” he says as he pounds away in his daughter.
I let go of her hair and use both of my hands to place her arms across her back where I use one hand to hold her by her wrists. She squeals in pain again when I grab her hair once more. Not once do I miss a fuck stroke in her.
“Did he talk you into letting him fuck you?!
She doesn’t say anything. Then, she cries out in real pain at the hard yank on her hair while, at the same time, I thrust her arms further up her back.
“Answer me, dammit!”
“N…No!”
“Did he force you?!”
Silence, then another cry at my punishment of her.
“Yes…yes, he f…forced me!”
“But he won’t do the other thing you really, really need, he won’t dominate you!!”
“No!” she sobs.
“Well, I will!”
Ram, thrust, lunge!
“Say, is he a ram?”
“Y…yes.”
“You want his lambs?”
She doesn’t even hesitate!
“Yes!”
“I’m dom him and have him breed you, then!”
In the ensuing quiet I feel her hope rise, then it fades.
“He…he can’t be…dominated,” she whimpers.
“He’s a sheep, it can be…”
I’m rutting in her so hard now that the desk is sliding on the floor in little jerks.
“….ugh, DONE!!”
With one last lunge inwards, I stop and my cum explodes out into her. Lotus’s sex tunnel works like a madly sucking mouth around my pumping dick, her thirsty womb striving to drink in as much of my seed as it can in a vain hope of making a lamb. My submissive ewe emits one long gurgling bleat as she climaxes at a high she has not experienced before. Fur and fluff, I haven’t cum this much since the time I blew my juice into Mrs. William’s pussy. That milf deer doe was so experienced in sex. Got a letter from her that said she’s five months pregnant and looking forward to the coming of her new fawn, my fawn.
Both of us sigh as I finish pumping the last my semen into her as my cock slips out of her; mine one of satisfied relief, hers is one of relief with a touch of forlorn hope as she has real doubts about my enslaving her father. I smile at her misgivings and…
“SMACK!!”
“YEEEP!!”
She jerks and yelps at the hard swat I slap on one of her ass cheeks.
“You’re owned, ewe, just like you should be!”
“Just like you want to be!” I mentally add.
“I’ll have the proper collar for you, plus wrist and ankle cuffs, in a few days.”
From her come twin surges of humiliation and gratitude. Still, she needs to know her “place” more and I haul her upright by her hair, turn her around, and then force her to kneel in front of me. My juice coated half hard dick is point right at her lips.
“Clean off your mess, ewe!” I order. “And you are to swallow every bit of it!”
I grin wickedly at the wave of disgust that comes from her while I implant “directives” in her mind that will prevent her from biting me, or any other male, whenever she’s mouth or throat fucked.
“As well as any other ‘contributions’ I may add.”
The tip of my prick presses into the front lips of her muzzle…and her jaws part to take it in.
The halls have thinned out a lot compared to when I first got here. I stop by the nurse’s office to pick up a couple of carry satchels and while there I check with the nurses to be sure that they have an oral sample from Lotus’s father and they do. Lotus is with me and I have them take a sample from her as well and add it to one of the satchels. My new ewe toy is feeling quite soiled by the semen that has soaked her panties to the point that they are saturated and, now, tiny rivulets have begun trickling down the insides of her thighs. In front of the nurses, there’s no one else here but them and us, I take hold of Lotus’s hair at the back of her head, pull her up onto her tip toes, and give her a hard ruthless kiss on the front of her muzzle. I force her mouth open and thrust my tongue inside to orally dominate her mouth. She puts up a little resistance by trying to turn her head away but a hard jerk on her hair quells that. She is horrified that I’m doing this in front of witnesses, terrified that they will tell others.
“Now you know that others know that you are mine!” I say after breaking that kiss.
It’s incredible but she orgasms at the knowledge! To her mind it completes sealing her to me in the same way Ken Rhine’s little blood ritual locks Miss Kurtus to him.
“Go to your parents” I say, still gripping her hair. “We will meet again and I’ll collar and cuff you.”
Leaning into her I nuzzle along one side of her head.
“Then I’ll see about domming that ram you want to breed yourself to,” I whisper to her.
Her hope blossoms like the most lovely of flowers.
Leaving the office, I head for the cafeteria. By now some of you have figured out that the nurses are under my command, which they are. Also, I hope you have at least the beginning of an understanding of why I prefer the subtle way of doing things vs a ham handed/sleigh hammer technique. Dad, mom and both my sisters are waiting for me and we head out to the van. I hand dad the satchels which he gently places between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat.
“I’ll have these checked and all the cross analysis done for you by the middle of next week,” he tells me.
We get in van; dad and mom up front, Gwen in the first back seat while Irene and I sit in the rearmost of the backseats with my little sis in towards the driver’s side of the van. As we head for home, my parents and Gwen are chatting about the school and the new people they’ve met. I feel eyes on me and turn my head to see that my minx of a preteen sister giving me a very wicked look…and that’s when I see that she has her blouse pulled all the way out of her skirt’s waistband and that the front is unbuttoned. As best I can, I feign an expression of startled surprise and, if it is possible, her expression become even more impish. She makes a quick glace to the front to confirm that there is no one there looking our way and she’s off the seat and kneeling on the floor. Three quick motions with her arms and her blouse is off leaving her in the fur from her waist up (she doesn’t wear a training bra; “I’ve got nothing, yet, for it to hold or to hide so why should I use it?!” is her way of thinking). Even though she’s still flat chested I think she’s quite delectable. Irene keeps the fur trimmed clear of her nipples and their surrounding aureoles. I go on looking “properly” shocked and surprised (or I hope I do) as one of her hands fumblingly gets the fly of my shorts open whereupon that hand dips in and extracts my already growing member. Holding on to me, little sis brings her face to my crotch and I grit my teeth to keep quiet when she licks her tongue over the end of my dick. In short order I’m hard again and she takes me into her mou…. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!
