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"LEAH!" Mark held the agony of his left eye and pounded down the narrow alleyway. His leather shoes splashed through puddles and sent glass bottles spinning across the concrete. "GET BACK HERE!"

His voice clashed around him in the narrow space.Crazy psycho bitch, m_y fucking eye!_He felt dampness leaking from the pain under his paw and prayed it wasn't blood. The dark alley seemed far away and small through his only open eye and he could hardly see where he was going. "Leah? Get the hell back here!"

His waist hit a dumpster and he staggered the next few steps. The alley came to a junction, still narrow and claustrophobic, the buildings on all sides at least four stories high. Mark stood for a moment and tried to look down both passages, but they just looked like identical blurs.

"LEAH!?" He waited until the sound bounced away down one then turned and shouted into the other.

He waited. But she didn't answer. So he picked the one on the left and leaped into a half-blind run through puddles and discarded trash.

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Leah let her wails and sobs drive her forward. She managed to jog for a good thirty seconds, her heels pounding pain through her feet, before her ankle jerked sideways on the next step and sent her crashing paws-first to the pavement.

Her fur saved her skin but her knee and elbow still struck the stone and jarred with pain. She landed in a puddle and gritty water splashed over her face and the top of her dress, soaking it through. Her ankle stabbed with agony and her shocked stare stayed fixed to the ground.

A wounded wail left her and her eyes closed; the last of her dignity, her self-worth, the last of everything collapsed and she curled up on the rough, wet stone, her head pounding with her sobs, her eyes burning with the tears.

Thoughts of ripped, flayed nerve endings flashed between images of downing at sea alone, of standing on the edge of a bridge past the safety barriers and looking down at a half-mile fall to dark, churning water.

"LEAH!?"

She flinched at Mark's voice, but his steps had already splashed past her before she realized he was there. They continued on down the alleyway and disappeared; he must have completely missed her.

Leah curled in tighter and shook her head against the cold.He doesn't love you. He never has. __You're a piece of trash to him. Worthless. Sick._ Pointless_, worthless scum-

She shook and wailed until the thoughts vanished under pain. The idea of him coming back and seeing her like this reached her through it though and she managed to climb up to her knees, and then place a shaky foot on the ground.

The shoe's tricky, lacy straps blurred in her tearful eyes and she abandoned any thoughts of trying to take them off. Guarding her ankle, she put her paws on the wall and balanced enough to let her put her other shoe down and stand upright.

She swapped her paws along the wall and walked thin-heel to narrow-toe with one foot in front of the other. Her ankle burned with each step and shot terror through her at the thought of falling again. Her footsteps clacked loud and echoed off the walls of the alley in both directions; she tried to muffle them, but the heels were too tall to let her. Her soaking dress had gone see-through and clung against her black bra, the lingerie hugging her deep cleavage, and it had ridden up her hips so high that her black thong was exposed to the night air. The black underwear stood out so much against her white coat that the dress may as well not have be there.

She came to a junction in the alley, narrow and claustrophobic. Weeping, she just followed the wall and walked down the right hand passage. She started closing her eyes to cry and only opening them to check her footing every dozen steps or so. Another junction passed by and she kept on walking, her ankle hurting with every step, the shoes holding her so upright and on her toes that her legs shook and her toe-claws splayed out in their bases.

Her heckles tingled over the back of her neck. A sound reached her through her sobs and her ears twitched up. She shook it away though and kept fleeing from Mark, from Jake, away from that... that_fucking_ vix. That perfect, simpering, smiling vix whore-mutt, that fucking_cunt_ who'd taken everything before she even had the chance to meet him...

Leah's paws brushed up against something solid. She opened her eyes to a wall in front of her, the alleyway ending in a dark dead-end against a building.

Panting breaths huffed behind her. They were deep, heavy, masculine, and close.

Her heckles shot straight up and her body pulled the rip-cord on her heart. Adrenaline punched through the haze of alcohol and she snapped her head aside to look with a single, terrified eye.

It was so dark his figure was barely there. A thick fabric hood, a wide and heavy-built set of shoulders and a thick set of arms and legs. His tongue lolled from the end of his open, panting muzzle, the only part of his face catching the orange glow of the streetlights reflected from the wall above.

Leah stared, frozen, her stomach knotted so hard she could feel the sick pushing against the back of her throat.

He stepped forward. The glow from above reached further around him and showed a pair of cheap fabric jogging bottoms pulled into a tight tent around a fully unsheathed ten-inch canine erection.

Her breathing went. She fluttered for air and stepped back against the wall, her paws flat on the filthy bricks, her bolt-wide eyes seeing nothing and everything all at once.

He lifted a paw up to his hood, held the edge, then stepped forward and pulled it back.

It was the mutt from the street. The one who'd stopped to stare at her ass; the one who Jake had to shout away. His face was different now. The grin was gone. He stared with a deep, urgent, pained need and longing that slackened his jaws and dazed his eyes.

Leah's fluttering pants for air pounded through her as fast as her heart. She glanced to both sides though it was pointless, her head swimming, her body gone from her control.

He stepped forward again, his eyes on her legs and her toeclaws in her heels. He moaned. The huge tent in his sweatpants jerked upwards. A dark patch of wetness stained the fabric at its tip. He dragged his eyes up to her thong, her dress too high to hide it, and a deeper moan left him.

She couldn't run in her heels; she couldn't even stand steady enough to defend herself.No. It was all she could think, her mind streaming through the thoughts at a million miles an hour.Ohmyfuckinggod he's going to rape me!

He groaned again at her toes, her legs, her thong, her see-through dress, his cock pulsing against the fabric.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" she shrieked, her voice breaking, and she lifted her head to scream as loud as her lungs had left. "HELP! SOMEONE-!"

He came fast and his horrific grip snatched both halves of her muzzle and slammed it closed against her tongue. She went feral and slashed with her blunted, pedicured claws, kneeing for his balls, trying to get her swipes across his eyes.

He used the paw under her muzzle to shove her head up and back against the bricks. Lights burst over her eyes and she screamed into her mouth. His other arm blocked her slashes from his face and snatched hold of one of her wrists. He slammed himself against her other arm, pinning it to the wall, leaving her trapped with her legs barely able to keep her standing.

Blind horror coursed through her and she fought his hold, but he was like iron bars and iron cable.

He shoved her other paw beneath his shoulder as well and pinned both arms against the wall, freeing one of his.

Leah stared at the narrow strip of sky above the alleyway and wailed into her mouth. She couldn't fight him. She couldn't move. Some of the stars had come through the orange-tinged clouds.

He yanked a thick elastic band down over her muzzle and pulled it to the base of her jaws, clamping them shut. It bit so hard into her fur and skin that it burned and cut the circulation off.

He grabbed her wrists from under his shoulder and dragged them above her head, then pinned them together against brick under a single paw.

Leah looked down into his eyes. They were as wide as hers and alive with the realization that he had her and that she was helpless. She tried to knee him but he was too close and her heels made it too hard to move.

He huffed for air and looked down over her body in desperate, panting need. His free paw went to her neck and he dragged his touch down over her bra and her soaking dress, feeling her, his paw shaking. He moved to her hip and the lacy side of her thong, then grasped her ass and squeezed her hard with his claws. His breathing deepened and he groaned like he was in pain, his hard-on so full and rigid his knot must be close to filling.

She twisted and thrashed but it wouldn't work. The band on her muzzle muffled her shrieks and he held her wrists together on the brick so tight and hard it hurt. His eyes kept taking her in and she knew every moment was more pressure in his cock and less strength for her to fight with; she had to stop him now or he'd take her. The sheer horror of it broke her down into wails and she lost control, thrashing uselessly against his bulk and balancing on one heel to slam her knee against his leg again and again.

His claws found the edge of her thong and yanked it down to her knees. Cold night air hit her pussy and she wailed and snapped her legs together on reflex, her feet together, but she only let it slide the rest of the way down to crumple around her toes.

He groaned and moaned like he was already having sex with her. His eyes were pained with the pleasure and his paws were shaking against her snowy fur. He reached down again and his sweatpants dropped to the pavement.

Leah bolted her stare to his knotted cock. It thumped up at her bigger and fuller than Jake, Mark, or any of the guy's she'd slept with at collage. She screamed and pressed her legs together, but his panting stare never left her pussy and his free paw snatched hold behind one of her knees.NOOO!!

He pulled her leg up and aside and then she was open to him, her pussy waiting in her downy white fur, and then his tip was against her and he was pushing in.

Leah lifted her head and howled into her muzzle at the deep, primal violation.

A pained moan shuddered out of him and he thrust deeper, but his cock slid easily and he gasped in surprise and amazement - she was still wet inside from her arousal earlier in the evening. Her pussy welcomed him with ease and pleasure that should only ever be felt by a lover; he groaned and whined and forced his cock deeper into her with each thrust until his knot began to push up against her folds. He grunted every time, sped into a rhythm, and then he was fucking her.

Leah yowled and screamed against the bricks. It was actually happening. A rapist was inside her and he had her, and he was fucking her. Raping her. It wasn't a nightmare, an imagined terror, the one that always lurked in the back of your mind every time you waked home alone, every time you had to answer your door to a strange male. It was happening to her and it was worse than all of those fears and imagined horrors could ever be.

He held her leg up, her foot dangling inside her lacy shoe, and fucked her hard and fast in the fever of his desire. His bare, condom-less cock slid in her wetness and heat and she wailed in terror and revulsion at what he could be infecting her with.

She'd made it so easy for him. She was even wet for him, and now he was groaning in ecstasy and taking every bit of his reward.

His stinking breath panted hot against her face. His tongue flashed out and licked her cheek, then her neck, his breaths beating out against her in his pleasure and exertion.

Leah twisted her face away but he followed her, pushing his muzzle against hers and licking her, breathing on her, pounding her pussy, using her, fucking her, having her. "You're so fucking_beautiful_," he groaned, his muzzle against her face, his words heavy with fevered lust, "beautiful husky, so_sexy_ in those shoes, that dress..."

She thrashed her arms and tried to butt his head away, but he had her pinned and his constant fucking made her weaken, his prize already taken.

He moaned, lowered his muzzle to her chest, and then bit at the top of her dress. He pulled the fabric away from her bra, bit the lacy black lingerie, and then dragged it down.

Leah wailed and turned her chest aside to stop him, but he had her pinned and her bare breasts soon fell out into the night air.

He attacked them and bit and slavered at her like he was eating them. Leah shrieked in horror and pain but something far, far worse shivered through her and she sucked a gasp of air through her nostrils - pleasure coursed between her legs, his aggressive fucking in her wetness triggering some deep-seated animal instinct. She heated and moistened around him more and a pained, terrified moan tainted with pleasure welled out of her.

He gasped, hearing it, and his head came back up to stare delighted into her eyes.

Leah stared back, trapped, and another moan slipped out into her muzzle, her pussy warming to him and welcoming him even as everything else screamed out in horror.

It seemed to trigger something in him: his groans went loud and frantic and he slammed his cock into her again and again until his knot finally rammed inside.

Leah screamed, her pussy impaled and filled, his knot bulging full to stretch her tight around it and lock him inside.

He kept thrusting and yowled in feral abandon, tied in her and cumming, his shaft throbbing to squirt his nasty spunk straight into her pussy and through towards her waiting womb.

Because there weren't just two eggs laying in her lining now. The two from before were already fertilized with fox sperm and germinating, but beside them, another egg had arrived and now lay exposed and vulnerable.

Her rapist held her and bucked into her in his ecstasy, his drunk eyes taking in her tearful stare, his cock throbbing with pressure and pleasure, his domination of her so utter and complete that he just gasped and felt her in the moment.

Leah's knee finally gave out; she slid down the wall in his grip and whimpered as he brought her arms down and pushed her beneath him. He forced her down against the hard pavement and pinned her into missionary, her legs spread around his waist and tied cock, and then he pulled something out of his hoodie's pocket and hauled her paws above her head.

Metal clicked and bit into her wrists. She blinked at the tears and looked up to a pair of handcuffs wrapped around a drainpipe, her wrists trapped, and jerked her stare back down to him above her.

He panted down at her in amazement and disbelief. He moaned and just stared at her for a long moment, and the thought flashed through her head - it was like he'd just staggered from a desert and she was his first drink of water. He reared up to kneeling, his knot lodged inside her, then grabbed one of her bare legs and stared stroking every inch of it with both paws.

Leah tried to pull her leg back to aim a kick at his face, but his arms were too strong and he held her firm. She tried again and again, her other leg trapped under one of his, but couldn't shake him off.

He gasped short breaths and felt her calf and her thigh, rubbing his paws and claws through her fur, then his eyes went to her dainty foot in her high heel and they widened. He pulled her foot to his face and started licking her toes, moaning deep and urgent, his fingers feeling her toe-claws and her ankle, her pads. "So fucking sexy," he moaned, licking her shoe and her toes, his tongue lapping dirt from the plastic base of her high heel around her toe-claws. "...you're so sexy in these heels..." He_stared_ at her foot the entire time and revulsion bristled through her. Paws shaking, one holding her ankle and the other working, he untied her shoe and pulled it off, then opened his muzzle and pulled her entire foot into his mouth.

Leah howled and kicked, her toe-claws wiggling, but he had her and held her ankle fast.

He moaned around her foot and sucked on it, his tongue on her pads and fur, his teeth biting against it like he couldn't physically get enough of her.

She wailed and kicked and squirmed her toes but the sensations didn't stop. His hot, wet, slavering mouth around her foot, his tongue licking between her toes, his teeth catching her skin through her fur, his mouth sucking on it like he loved the taste of her.

His cock pulsed with fresh need and he started humping his knot inside her. Pleasure glowed horrible and insistent around it and her pussy warmed to him even more, the feeling of being tied calling to her instincts. She lifted her head back and just moaned and wailed, her body being used and at his mercy.

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"Well?" Tess watched him an inch away, her muzzle and her breath against his, her green eyes sparkling.

Jake stared back. His deep, husky-blue irises fascinated her. They were such a contrast to his fur and it lent his stare a striking quality.

"I'll tell you a secret," she whispered. "When it comes to dogs, I'm a virgin too."

He sighed in an alcohol-loosened daze of guilt, reluctance, and blatant desire.

Tess opened her muzzle wider and let her tongue touch the edge of his muzzle. His fur was wiry and hard compared to her and her fox's soft coats and she licked him a little to feel it.

A deeper sigh left him and his face fell into reluctant confusion. "Tess, we, I..."

"Shhh," she breathed.

"Tess." He moved his head back, the disappointment raw in his eyes, and turned to look away towards the double doors of the bar. "Where are they?"

She glared, annoyed. "They're fine."

He looked back, startled by the anger in her voice, then grasped the edge of the cushions as though about to stand up. "I have to find Leah..."

"They'll be fine. She'll be fine. Mark's just sobering her up. He's a good fox like that." She smiled and tilted her head. "Besides. Aren't you enjoying the chance to talk for a little while?"

Jake swallowed hard and glanced over dress against the red leather. "Well, yes..."

"Then come sit back where you were." She kept her gaze steady, her arm on top of the backrests and her paw holding her glass. "And relax. I think you deserve to."

He still held the edge of the cushions and stared back for a long, draw-out moment. But then his eyes winced with self-denial and he stood up out of the booth.

"Jake."

He stopped and looked back.

"If you go," she said, making sure he listened, "then you'll never know."

The husky stayed still, looking lost, then stepped away and stood on the bar floor. His paws balled by his sides and his head lowered. He was every bit the good, faithful, chaste husband and it made her claws sink into the leather in frustration.

But then he looked back into her eyes. And stared. And then he turned, walked back into the booth, and slid up against her side.

Tess smiled, warm and indulgent, and turned her muzzle over his into a deep, tongue-sliding kiss.

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"LEAH!?" Mark stumbled against an unseen trashcan and sent it crashing to the pavement. His shoulder bounced off the wall but he kept jogging, his mouth open to pant between shouts. "Where the hell are you!?"

His eye didn't hurt as much now. He moved his paw away and opened it - watery light came through and he had to slow to let it adjust. She mustn't have caught it too badly and her claws would have been blunt anyway, so it seemed like he'd gotten off lucky.

A rectangular opening glowed ahead with orange streetlights. He jogged to it and burst onto the pavement of a deserted street. Shuttered newsagents and small shops lined it; he must be far enough out of the center that there weren't even taxis around. He glanced both ways, searching for her, but there was no one there at all.

"FUCK!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the buildings, then he turned and plunged back into the alleyway.

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Leah twisted her head away but he kept licking and kissing at her. His moans and mumbled words were full of delirium and overwhelmed pleasure. Her bare foot hung in the air, her fur soaking and matted with his drool, her discarded shoe laying beside them.

He fucked her with his tied knot in dominant missionary, his paws roving over her breasts and fur, his face pressed hard against hers and his hips thrusting over and over. "Ohhhusky," he groaned, feeling her, using her, his voice fevered, "ooohbitch, ohhfuck, ohhhuskygirl..."

She cried with closed eyes and tried to blank it away, to shut herself down to what was happening and push her mind somewhere else.

But she couldn't. He was inside her and so intimate with her and his fucking felt good through the horror. A reluctant moan shuddered from her again, one cheek against him and her other on the concrete, and she knew he'd feel it against his muzzle.

"Uhhhusky," he grunted, his claws raking over her breasts, his head nuzzling and rubbing against hers, "teasingbitch...uhh, RRRGHH!"

Leah yelped and lifted her feet in the air as he came inside her again. His knot throbbed with the spunk jetting into her and he bucked down into her so hard he forced her ass to scrape against the concrete.

Her rapist whimpered in his tied pleasure, his face against hers and his muzzle sliding down her cheek, her neck, her throat...

She felt him move to do it and tried to pull her head down, but it was too late.

He bit down around her neck so hard she screamed into her mouth and arched her back beneath him. His canines sunk to the verge of breaking her skin, his pleasure too much, her neck clamped in his jaws.

Leah opened her eyes and stared up at the thin strip of sky. Her jugular veins throbbed with her lifeblood against a rapist's sharp teeth, her very existence held a moment and a twitch of his jaws away from pooling out onto the pavement beneath her.

He bit harder and released a little with each ejaculation, just like Mark did, then slackened his jaws and held her neck more gently in his mouth.

She closed her eyes and cried. The fear, the terror, the helplessness - all of it was too much. She just wanted him to finish using her and leave her alone.

He let her neck go and licked at where he'd bitten her, moaning in his afterglow, the strokes of his rough tongue almost affectionate.

Leah just kept her head back and let him. He'd already taken everything else.

"You're perfect," he moaned, licking and kissing at her, "so fuckin' beautiful..."

She shouted, "Stop!" into her her muzzle and rolled her head aside on the pavement, but he just kept it up. The intimacy was unbearable; the stink and feel of his greasy fur against her, his muzzle and his tongue on her neck and her face, his paws feeling her breasts and stroking down over her body and along her legs.

At one point he pushed himself up and grabbed her bare foot again. She yelped and tried to kick it out of his grip, but he just put it back into his mouth and sucked on her toeclaws and her pads and pushed his tongue between them, moaning against her. She just gave up and let him have it, content to just get him away from her face.

After he'd sucked on it for a while, he pulled her foot out of his mouth and started to rub it all over his face and against his muzzle. His paws clasped her hard, his breathing heavy, the effect on him like a delirious fever.

Leah watched in open horror. The perversion of it, the depths of his fetish, the fact it was her foot being used to satisfy it - she curled her toes and tried to rake her toeclaws down over his face, but the pedicure she'd had a few days before had left them smooth, neat, and blunt and they just slid over his fur.

He gasped, enjoying the sensation, and rubbed his cheek against her toes.

She shuddered in disgust and turned her head so she wouldn't have to watch. But she could still feel everything and there was no real escape.

Eventually, his knot started to soften. It shrunk inside her towards the width where he'd finally be able to pull out.

"...Leah?!"

She bolted her eyes open and turned to look down the alleyway. That sounded like Mark.

Her rapist's paws grabbed her head and forced her to look back up at him. He stared down at her with that same terrible longing in his eyes, and then he forced his muzzle down over hers.

She tried to turn away but he held her still. His breath huffed over her face and he kissed and licked at her muzzle between his, his tongue finding her lips through her fur and his drool matting it.

"...Leah!?"

His head came up, he stared down at her another moment, then he braced his paws on her stomach and yanked his softened knot out of her with a wet pop.

She yelped with the pain of stretching to let it out early and went limp on the pavement; the fight utterly gone from her body and mind.

He worked quickly - pulling her thong back up her legs and into place, pulling her bra back up, then pulling her dress back down and smoothing the material.

"LEAH!?"

Mark's voice bounced through the alleyway and her rapist flinched. He looked down at her in panic, grabbed her shoe, and put it back over her foot to match her other. Glancing up every few moments, he fixed the straps of her heel, pulled the rubber band from her muzzle, and unclipped the handcuffs from her wrists.

"HELP!!" she screamed, her muzzle open. The sound of splashing footfalls ran away into the alley, the rapist running, and she screamed out again. "MARK!!"

The sounds vanished away. She rolled over on the pavement, her back in pain, and curled up into a ball. Sobs shook her but they were weak and useless; they didn't let out the hurt of what she'd just been through, of what he'd done to her.

Moments passed by and water began to land on her fur. Drops splashed in the puddles around her and the rain began to come.

She lay crying, her white fur soaking more and more with it, a mixed-breed's thick, yellow spunk leaking out of her and into the black fabric of her lacy, sexy thong.

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Tessa let a soft moan escape into Jake's muzzle and closed her eyes. Every sensation was new and exciting - the way his teeth were larger and his jaws wider, his tongue bigger and rougher than a fox's, his saliva thicker and his taste so deeply canine that it made her shiver.

Jake responded so well; the husky moaned back and turned his jaws more. She wondered how she tasted for him - a vixen's taste, something so many of his kind only fantasized and dreamed about...

She moved her paws to hold his head and felt him do the same, and then they were closer together on the cushions and flexing their jaws. Tess smiled around his muzzle and ran her paws over his head, feeling his canine fur, and then his own were on her dress and around to her bare back, his pads running through her softer, silkier coat.

Her inhibitions faded through the five glasses of wine and she slid a leg up into his lap, her shoe against his trousers, her dress parted high up against her thigh.

Jake's paw slid down into her fur and felt along her thigh, his claws on her skin, his pads dragging over her.

Tess moaned and lifted her leg higher, half-straddling him, and moved her paws down to his chest and the front of his tuxedo. She loosened his tie, popped his top shirt buttons, and splayed her paws into his chest fur with relish.

Jake felt along her leg and rubbed her thigh back and fourth, his claws reaching the edge of he dress and sliding a little further beneath the midnight material to feel towards her behind. His breathing began to falter, rushing through his nose, and she could feel his heart thumping under his fur.

She opened her jaws and played with his tongue, wrapping hers around it and moving back to seal their muzzles together every so often. Damp heat tingled insistent and wonderful between her legs and she gave in to the feeling, the excitement and joy flowing through her, Leah's cute canine husband utterly captured and enthralled by her vulpine beauty.