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When Sierra decided to dip into the world of hypnotic spells, she knew that she was getting into something bigger than herself.

Given her diminutive stature, most things were bigger than she was to begin with, but she didn't know just what kind of trouble she'd be bringing upon herself when she decided to cast the spell on her young date.

She'd known exhaustion from plenty of sources before: living in the desert, there was no shortage of heat exhaustion, and when her air conditioner broke, sleep became nigh impossible.

"Why aren't you out of bed and brewing the coffee yet, slave?"

All told, the coyote had mostly pure intentions when she decided to hypnotize her date. Even the parts of her mind that were dipping into sadistic wells were doing so because of the pain of loss that continued to haunt her, and at the heart of it all was Leo Crosswire...but she couldn't focus on the usual dread of thinking she'd never see him again.

She had to get out of her bed as quick as she could, if she wanted to avoid her ass being beaten black and blue before she started her day.

"I'm on it," she muttered, her voice empty of emotion. She was working on her third day living with someone that she'd trapped under a hypnotic spell, but after botching the incantation, she didn't have a pliable, affectionate pet like she originally intended: much to the contrary, she'd become enslaved by the very woman she sought to control...and since she didn't know what spell she'd actually used, she didn't know how to reverse it, either.

As a result, when the morning sun came, she was up even earlier than she normally would have been.

Sierra was used to rising before most people, and she had her garage up and running every morning so early that some of her customers went to her just for the convenience of being able to get their car in for service before they had to go to work: it was one of the few things keeping her in business, but the past couple of days, she'd been a bit sloppy with her work, taking longer than usual.

Being kept up until the wee hours of the morning by a fierce, demanding cheetah made it tough to get enough sleep, but where Sierra was still subject to the normal whims of a sleep schedule, Rebecca was operating under a hypnotic spell.

She barely needed sleep, and she only consumed as much as she needed to in order to function: she was like a machine, and unfortunately, she was the only thing in the shop that Sierra couldn't fix.

Ting-a-ling!

Sierra flushed and flattened her ears bashfully. She immediately clipped the buttons on her overalls; it proved fruitless without a shirt underneath to preserve her modesty, but she at least made an attempt before she stepped around the counter and greeted the first customer of the day.

"Please forgive my appearance," Sierra muttered, embarrassed to be seen in such an unprofessional state. "I haven't been sleeping the best lately, but...welcome to the shop. Whatcha need?"

Sierra was masterful at wearing a smile when she didn't really felt like it, and her business sense (other than deciding to put a shop in the middle of the desert) was impressive, to say the least.

She wasn't used to getting a customer that ogled her chest so brazenly as the woman across the counter did, but she was still staring, as if her eyes hadn't done anything wrong by focusing on the spot.

"I'd say I need you to go ahead and let your overalls slump back down, but I get the feeling that you're not that kind of shop," the woman teased. "Take your time getting yourself ready if you need to, but I'll just need a quick round of the basics for my car...little oil change and the quick check on the service lights, if you can do that?"

"Oil change won't take long at all," Sierra claimed. "Service lights won't take too long either, once I fire up the dyno. Anything else you need?"

"Just that first part of my request, if you're willing."

"...You're not a registered sex offender, are you?" Sierra asked, though she couldn't help grinning at the attention. "If it's all the same to you, I'll be putting a shirt on underneath this, actually...safety first."

"Like I said, you do what you gotta do," she replied. "And what do I owe you?"

"Oil change is just $25," Sierra told her. "The rest, I can't be sure until I see if there's anything wrong with your vehicle."

"I keep it in exquisite shape, so I wouldn't worry too much about that. Can we just call it $40 for some air in the tires and a quick once over?"

Sierra nodded. "Works for me. Feel free to take a seat here in the waiting room, or you can hang out on the bench out front."

There were two doorways in the waiting room, and one of them was always locked: it went to Sierra's bedroom. The other was the bathroom for customers, and it was left open to display the same.

When her bedroom door opened and a naked Rebecca stormed out, glaring at the coyote for her lack of coffee, Sierra felt her stomach drop into her feet.

_How the fuck is my business gonna survive this scandal...?_She thought.

"I don't remember saying that you could take a break, Sierra. If there is not a full pint of brewed beans in my mug by the time I get dressed-

"I thought you said this wasn't that kind of business?" the woman asked, as she watched a buck naked cheetah rumble angrily into the lobby of the small, quaint storefront. "Because so far, all you've done is provide me with evidence to the contrary."

Sierra ignored the request for the coffee, knowing that she had to put her customers first. "And for all that evidence provided, you don't seem to be bothered by the fact that Rebecca here is about to sexually threaten me over a cup of coffee."

"That's not her usual modus?"

"...Would you believe me if I said that it's been like this for two days, and I still haven't figured out a way to turn her off?"

A wide, wolfish grin captured the woman's muzzle. "I was starting to think my reputation came before me, but if you're asking me that question...you must not know who I am."

"Can't say that I do," Sierra admitted. "And unless you know something about how to break a hypnotic spell, I think I'd better just get to work on your car before Rebecca puts me in another headlock."

"Name's Tess," she introduced herself, "And I'd be able to break her out of that spell in no time flat, if you're losing your handle on the situation."

"Messed up the spell from the start," Sierra admitted matter-of-factly. "Knew how to turn off the one I meant to do, but I've got no idea how to snap her out of this."

Rebecca glared from the doorway, completely unashamed of the fact that her body was exposed to anyone that happened to walk through the front door. Sierra couldn't have had better luck when it came to the customer that did end up arriving, but she didn't want to risk anyone else arriving and seeing something that would have been impossible to explain.

"Guessing you were trying to take control of her mind, then?" Tess theorized. "Most people wouldn't hypnotize someone to take control of them , but you wouldn't be the first person I've heard of trying that."

"Chalk it up to my abandonment issues," Sierra claimed. "Figured it she couldn't run, she wouldn't...and I could just focus on having a good time and enjoying my evening with her afterwards. Snap her out of it, send her home, and I get my fix."

The coyote was utterly disheveled from the lack of sleep, and the little time she was able to spend in the shower the past two days was taken up by Rebecca pinning her into the wall and jamming her fingers into a warm, parted set of folds.

For all of her protests, Sierra couldn't ignore the fact that something submissive within her had been awakened...but she was doing everything she could to fight back against that instinct and embrace her usual, dominant flair in the hopes that she'd be able to take control back from the cheetah.

Nothing was working thus far, and she had nothing left to lose, even if she couldn't begin to trust someone that she literally just met.

"You break her out of this spell, and I'll take care of your oil change for free," Sierra offered. She reached out a paw, and even as she did, Rebecca grabbed her from behind and tried to push her into the counter, determined to establish that she was the dominant party in the newly formed trio. "Make it quick, and I'll throw in a free oil change down the road..."

Tess made the offer knowing that she could break Rebecca from her spell in a matter of minutes, if she were so inclined.

Seeing the way that Sierra trembled under Rebecca's touch and struggled to break free from her grasp, she decided that she would help the little coyote...eventually.

"Dunno how quick I can actually make it," Tess lied. "Didn't mean to brag myself up too much, but...if it saves me forty bucks, I'm in."

Tess dwarfed Sierra's paw with her own, and she was only able to shake it for a moment before the coyote had to push back against the counter to try and keep herself upright...but even when she did, she gave the wolfess a demanding look.

"Glad to h-hear it," she groaned, pushing back against the taller cheetah. "You wanna get started on fixing this...?"

"To be honest, watching you struggle is the most fun I've had in a long time, little girl."

"It's Sierra , and this is not fun!"

"Of course it is!" Tess replied gleefully. "You're struggling, but if you really wanted to get out from under her, you'd throw an elbow and put her in her place...I can tell that much just by looking at you. You're not afraid to drop someone if they aren't respecting your personal space."

"I'm trying to do this without putting my date in the hospital," Sierra explained. "So if you're going to help me out, now would be the time to get started with it!"

"Okay, okay...I did shake on it, after all...but I do need one more thing from you, Sierra."

The coyote was already wilting her ears as she lost the battle with the cheetah behind her, but as she dropped to the floor and failed to keep her tail flat over her backside, she noticed a change in the emerald gaze of the wolfess above.

"Admit that you want me to join her efforts...and I'll put a stop to them."

"...How did I know that was where you were going with this?"

"Because you're smarter than you look, clearly...not to mention that I was doing nothing to hide my excitement when your little girlfriend mounted you."

Sierra growled behind her clenched fangs. "She is not my girlfriend. She's just a cute girl that I thought I had a thing for, but I couldn't stand the idea of losing someone again, so I tried hedging my bets, okay?"

A pair of unclenched fangs bit down around one of her long, delicate ears and tugged at the velveteen flesh as Rebecca made her presence known once more. "And look at how well that worked out for you," she taunted. "Just what are you gonna say to me when this spell wears off and you have to tell the truth?"

With nowhere else to turn, Sierra looked to Tess with genuine desperation in her eyes.

"It's up to you what you say to her when this is all said and done. She might remember some of it, she might remember all of it...or, if you do exactly what we demand of you...she won't remember a thing."

It truly went against the core of who Sierra was to give anyone else that much control over her life, be it in the bedroom, or in the shop. She allowed Leo to have even a modicum of control over her, and still, it was running her life and upsetting her thoughts every time she tried to find solace.

She made a pledge to herself right then to be the dominant party with her next date, but in the meantime, she had no choice but to ignore the roaring fire of aggression within, and focus on the calm, barely burning candle of submission next to it.

"You know you've got me by the balls on this one," she admitted, her voice weaker and softer as she resisted emitting a painful whimper. "I can't even be sure that I can trust you, really..."

"No," Tess agreed. "You really can't...but what other choice do you have?"

**

Getting Sierra into a garage was an insanely easy task: she had to remind herself not to invite herself into a garage when she was visiting a friend, for fear of rummaging through their things and working on their vehicle; it was almost subconscious.

For Tess, dominating anyone who so much as gave her the chance was a subconscious desire, but it was an entirely conscious and active decision to carry Sierra out to the service bay.

"Do you really have t-to carry me like a sack of potatoes?" Sierra asked, groaning every step of the way as Tess slung her over a shoulder.

Even when they came to a stop, the wolfess held Sierra hostage for a moment, just to reinforce the helpless air that had become her atmosphere.

"You're the one who helped someone else turn you into a piece of property," Tess reminded her. "I'm just playing by Rebecca's rules...speaking of which: what do you think we should do with her, my dear? I can't imagine you've just been shagging her on the floor in here..."

Sierra kept her service bay so clean that you could fuck on the floor without much consequence, but Tess could feel her mind racing as she looked at the lifts, the chains hanging from the ceiling, the host of hoses dangling from the walls and the storage racks on either side; she made a mental note to return when she wouldn't have to split time with the hypnotized cheetah.

"Mostly I've been shackling her to the racks, but...it seems like you're thinking what I'm thinking," Rebecca suggested. "Not that we need a lift to keep someone so tiny hoisted in the air, but...frees up our paws, doesn't it?"

Sierra never would have been able to break free of the heavy, metal chains that were draped over her belly as Tess pushed her down onto the front of the car lift. Rebecca went to the wall and took over operations, moving the wide, metal frame up high enough so that Tess could bind the chains together behind Sierra's back, leaving her body tightly pressed into a small bed of steel.

"Sure does," Tess agreed. "Is there any part of this little bitch that you haven't savored yet?"

The coyote glared up at the wolfess. "I am right fucking here , Tess."

Panties dropped to the floor, and just after, soaking petals dropped right over Sierra's muzzle, silencing her protests. Tess wasn't the type to waste any time when the mood struck, and much to her delight, the coyote could do nothing to hide her womanhood from an oral assault.

"Since you were kind enough to ask, her tailhole has eluded me so far," Rebecca admitted. "But I can vouch that she's got sweeter nectar than you could ever dream of..."

Moisture that Sierra wanted to deny was pouring down from her womanhood and soaking the front of the metal rack that had become her new resting place. The excess left her inner thighs matted with arousal, and just when she realized that she could clamp her legs shut, Tess grabbed her ankles and kept them spread.

"I hope you don't mind if I take a taste, then..."

"By all means," Rebecca offered. "I just need to lift this thing a little higher, and I'll be able to get exactly what I'm after..."

Sierra was going to make Tess' life as much of a hell as she could, before the rack began moving up again. Disoriented and smothered under the wolfess and her heated sex, Sierra was forced to push her tongue forth just to breathe, but when her paws moved to lash out...Rebecca caught them.

Her wrists were pulled back, and her body was overpowered all too easily. A smaller chain was just as effective at keeping her arms bound above her head, and all the while, her protests were little more than furious, muffled groans, buried into the open part of a lupine cunt.

"If she were able to speak, I'm sure she'd be bitching right now," Tess murmured. "A real shame, that...most women would kill to have both of their holes eaten at the same time."

"She's whiny," Rebecca agreed. "Doesn't seem to know what she wants...but we'll know how much she's enjoying this in just a moment."

Juices were running over with plentiful volume when Tess finally leaned forth and brushed the flat of her tongue through the warm, subtle river, taking as much of the coyote's womanhood as she wanted.

Selfish as she'd ever been, the wolfess pulled up on Sierra's ankles and held them higher, denying her last form of free movement and giving Rebecca all the access she would need to join in on the fun.

Stop enjoying this. Stop fucking enjoying this, damn it!

Sierra's cries to her own body were ignored, and as she made a muffled plea for Rebecca to have mercy, she felt the base of her tail tugged harshly , until the fluff was out of the way. Her tailhole sat exposed, warm and twitching from the treatment that Tess offered above...but her rear entrance clenched like it never had before when Rebecca finally knelt down and put her tongue to work.

A warm, long brush of saliva trickled over the spot before it dripped down to the floor, and as a preview of what Sierra could really do, a quick jet of feminine ejaculate sprayed up into the roof of Tess' maw.

"Well now..." the wolfess paused, taking a moment to lick the excess from her lips. "You're quite the talented little gusher, aren't you?"

Sierra knew of the so-called plight of so many women: that they struggled to get anything to come from their bodies in that sense...or that they simply couldn't help it when it happened.

She was much closer to the latter than the former, but it only ever happened when she was genuinely enjoying herself, and that secret, she couldn't hope to keep when there were two gorgeous ladies going to work on her.

"I've already managed to bring her to that point twice on my own," Rebecca admitted. "I've got a bad feeling we're both gonna end up getting a little messy this afternoon..."

"There's a joke in there about checking her fluids, isn't there?"

"Sure is."

As the last dribbles of squirted climax spilled down between Sierra's thighs and spilled onto Rebecca's modest bosom, the girls went right back to work, each one pressing their tongue firmly against the taken holes and adding to an already plentiful mess. Saliva was just different enough in texture that Rebecca could tell when Sierra was finally all gushed out, but that was just the first of her orgasms.

A single digit wiggling into the tight, inexperienced depths of her tailhole was sure to put her on the right path to a second release, and it freed Rebecca's tongue to move up to the bottom end of a thin, warm slit.

Tess would have been greedier about claiming one hole for her own, but as Sierra kept her tongue at work between the legs of the wolfess, it soothed her normally possessive nature...but it left the dominance behind, as the flat of a wide, thick tongue pressed into a clitoral hood with renewed force.

I'd be crazy to complain about a pair of tongues on my cunt...if I had any fucking say in the matter.

The experience she was living out was all Sierra needed to know that she preferred to be in control of another body, rather than giving herself up to the wiles of her lovers...but being left without a choice, she was doing all she could to enjoy herself.

Her body was miles ahead of her mind in that regard, as her thighs began quivering anew. Her toes curled, her head tried to toss back, and her tongue penetrated the warm, eager passage of the wolfess above; she was doing all she could to fend off a second orgasm, but she knew that her efforts were in vain.

Whatever part of her sensual personality was being reached out to, she couldn't keep it at bay any longer.

"She's putting that tongue to work like she hasn't eaten anything in days...you're not starving the poor girl, are you?" Tess asked. A familiar tremble was already running tremors through her body as she offered a look back at the trapped coyote, shocked that she could prove so skillful when she was literally chained to a car lift.

Rebecca barely took the time to shake her head: she was already bobbing at the neck and thrusting her tongue forth to work another orgasm out of the smaller creature. "Drowning her, maybe...but I promise she's been allowed to eat her fill in my care."

If there was any scrap of personality responsibility in Tess, she would have taken that as the warning sign that this situation was far out of Sierra's control, and intervention should come before she bothered getting herself off.

She's doing such a fine job with that tongue, though...

Of course, Tess knew that she could handle the situation in a matter of seconds, when she was good and ready to deal with it. While her folds were being stroked up and down by a clever tongue, and eager lips were suckling at her clit whenever they could, she felt less of an inclination than ever to actually free Sierra from the prison she'd put herself in.

"I don't suppose you mind if I try my hand at drowning her, then?"

Rebecca cocked a brow, but she offered nothing more than a shrug as she felt another warm, gushing trail of liquid spill over her tongue. She locked eyes with Tess for a moment, but there was no combat between the dominant players.

They were more partners than anything, as they felt Sierra quivering helplessly between them.

Gonna pass out if I don't get some air...gonna die in the middle of cumming...

Tess reached down and rubbed ferociously at the nub of her own clit, working in rapid, powerful circles that Sierra's tongue simply couldn't manage. The coyote did all of the prep work, and finally, she felt the excess warmth of a lupine orgasm on the tender flesh of her lips as Tess shuddered...but she offered the coyote no gasp of praise for her efforts.

She wanted to make sure that Sierra knew not only the gravity of the mistake she made when she decided to play around with hypnosis, but also, the weight of the gift of freedom that she was about to be given.

"Seems to me that we've just about worn her out," Tess noticed, as Sierra's smaller tongue finally drooped over the edge of her jowls. Liquid arousal dripped down over her face as the wolfess stood upright, but as she watched another squirting orgasm soak the face of the cheetah...she had a devious change of heart. "But...maybe she can teach us a thing or two about extending the lives of our engines?"

The pun would have left Sierra's eyes rolling, if she could manage such a gesture. She was going limp against the lift: even her thighs failed to clench around the back of Rebecca's neck as the cheetah finished her breakfast and wiped the excess juices on the back of her wrist.

"You'd be amazed at what she can do when you put a wrench in her paws."

"Do they fit anywhere else?"

Rebecca grinned. "It's like you read my mind, Tess...and you'll be delighted to know that they do."

Sierra looked up with what shock she could manage to fit in her expression. She was clinging to a heavenly sliver of pleasured consciousness; words were being exchanged, but it wasn't until she collected her breath and came down from her high that she looked up and noticed the girls standing between her legs with tools in their paws.

"...Fucking..."

She dropped her head back and sighed, knowing she was in for the long haul...but she was determined to make the best of it.

"There's a dildo on the shelf behind you, attached to a power drill. Do your worst."