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The Coyote's Omega

Prologue

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

"Are you almost there?" Eric's voice asked, coming up from the phone attached to her dash. Rebecca sighed. "I said, are you almost there, omega?"

"...Yes. I'm almost there," she muttered.

"What was that?"

"I said, I'm almost there, Alpha."

"Better. Make sure that you wear the collar, too. I don't want you coming in without something to ward off the leashes of other men."

"Yes, Alpha," she said through gritted teeth.

"I'll see you when you get here. Soon?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"See you soon, omega."

Click. The phone went dead, and she breathed a slow sigh of relief as it did. She hated it when Eric started in on her like that, and hated it even more when he pushed that kind of public play. She didn't know how he had found out that she hated it so much, but ever since he found that out, he pushed her to do stuff in public more and more often. One of these days, she'd probably end up killing him.

Well, if he ever stopped making her wet, that was.

She glared at herself in the mirror as she came to a stop at an intersection. She pointed to herself, the wolf shaking her head a few times.

"We're better than this. We're not an omega."

No matter how many times she told herself that, she knew that she'd come running again the moment that Eric clicked his fingers and called her name. Hell, she'd do it if he just looked at her funny.

Shaking her head, the gray-furred wolf continued the drive to his apartment, driving up to the parking lot outside the brick building. She looked up at the four-story structure, then looked down at the leash and collar that rested against the passenger seat. She knew for a fact that it would be all that she'd be wearing shortly after stepping into his apartment, and knew that she'd not care all that much once her clothes were off. Right then, however, it was something that bothered her, and it was hard not to be bothered when she knew that this was her own damn choice.

One little hook-up. That was all that this was supposed to be. A one-night stand, something off an app, and now, you just come whenever he wants to get his dick wet.

She was trying to make herself too angry to want to go upstairs, but all she did was make herself wetter. She could feel her panties pressing all the tighter against her sex as she started dripping, as her needs started getting stronger, and she thumped the back of her head against the car seat.

"Fuck it. Fuck it. Just...fuck it."

Grabbing the red-banded collar, she pulled it tight around her neck. She kept one finger under it as she pulled it closed, making sure that she had space to breathe, and then tucked the leash against her palm. It would at least keep any of the other assholes in the building from grabbing hold of it and trying to use her. That was going too far, even for her...

Well, unless Eric ordered it.

Fucking Eric. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.

The damn collar was just a little accessory, something she'd bought as a fucking joke for the one-night stand that turned into so much more. She was hoping to have a happy little 'yote under her, someone that would make her cum from a good bit of tongue-work, and maybe get him off with a little lazy sex afterward. The whole plan had been to show him how much better a wolf bitch was than a coyote.

Instead, she wore the collar, she'd gotten face-fucked and knotted to the point of being worried about needing a morning-after pill, and then...then she'd come back when he called her the next night. She'd gotten down on all fours and let him stuff her pussy again, and then...

Then it just kept happening. Every single time, she told herself that it was the last time, and then he'd call, and then...

"Ugh!"

She stomped her foot as she got out of the car, hustling towards the front door and then up the stairs. She'd learned to take them rather than the elevator the first time, since anything could happen in the elevator, and at least in the stairs, she could throw someone down them. She hustled, taking them two, then three at a time, coming to a stop at the top floor without incident.

The door to Eric's place was cracked, held open by a book against the frame. She kicked it in, knowing it was nothing more than pettiness, and pushed the door open.

"Finally," he called from the living room, probably hearing the squeaky hinges. "Strip, omega. Dogs like you don't wear clothes around their alphas."

"I'm a wolf...not a dog..."

"You whine like a bitch. Get the clothes off and get in here. And don't bother shutting the door."

Another public thing, another little reminder of his power over her, another way that he made her wet by making her do something that she'd never do for herself. She gritted her teeth, not daring to move from the spot, wishing that she had the mental fortitude to shut the goddamn door.

She had none of that. All she could do was follow that order. She undid her blouse, pulling the buttons open, and then pulling her bra undone at the front. Her breasts dropped slightly, their own weight pulling them down as she tossed the white top and the black bra to the floor. So far, so good. The skirt followed, the dark-green fabric hitting the floor -

A wolf whistle filled her ears, and she knew that someone must have passed by outside, seeing her nearly-bare ass. She gritted her teeth, clenching her fingers tighter around the leash so she didn't turn around and pop the newcomer in the nose. Instead, she wiggled her fingers into the waistband of her red panties, slowly dragging them down, feeling the little strings of her juices running from her sex to the silk. They stretched and snapped, flopping warmly against her thighs.

I don't want this, she lied to herself, even as her body made it abundantly clear that it did. You fucking...this isn't...

"I'm waiting, omega."

"Nnngh...coming, alpha..."

She took a deep breath, standing up completely. Click, click. The sound of cell phones taking pictures of her ass. She told herself that she hated it, that this sort of humiliation only pissed her off, but the way that she was dripping, she honestly wasn't sure if she believed herself anymore.

"Come."

Eric's demands drew her forward. She wanted to close the door, wanted more than anything to make sure that they didn't at least take her clothes, but she had been ordered, and that fucking stupid instinct to obey with the collar on made it impossible for her to stop. Stupid fucking dog stereotypes.

The hallway from the door to the living room was a short one, kind of like the short entryway of a hotel hallway to the bed inside. She stepped forward, feeling the eyes of who knew how many people in the hallway on her, and turned.

There he was. Eric, her leash-holder, and a coyote, besides. The scrawny little pipsqueak was a foot shorter than her with bigger ears, nothing like as much muscle, and with the sort of big-shirt-small-body look going on that made him look even shorter. If it wasn't for the fact that he had a wagging tail that was too stringy to be a fennec's, she would have called him a fox rather than a coyote.

"There you are," he said. "Come."

"You are -"

"Hey." Click, pointed fingers. "Heel."

She dropped into a squat, and then to all fours before she even knew what she was doing. The whimpering whine of embarrassment followed shortly after, and she gritted her teeth as she crossed the short distance between her and where he sat. She stopped with her ass probably just barely in view of the men in the hallway, her face right at the edge of the couch, and her nose so close to his crotch that she could smell his self-satisfied hard-on. She growled deep down in her throat, but kept it quiet.

After all, she had no room to talk. Her pussy was dripping, juicing like mad, and she could feel her tail trying to wag.

He held out his hand for the leash, and she gave it to him. He made her wait for a few seconds, letting her suffer in the eyes of the hallway audience, then finally pulled her closer, drawing her nose down to his crotch. Rebecca huffed softly, the smell of him filling her as she was made to drag her nose along his crotch.

"Heh. Let's start with putting that muzzle to use, omega. I don't think you need peanut butter for this, anymore."

"Nnngh..."

"No, you're better trained than that. Come on. I'll even open it up for you. Bitches like you don't know how to use zippers, after all."

She didn't know how he kept her coming back for this. This should have made her run off, even call the police. She was a proud wolf, goddammit. She was better than this, and deserved so much more.

Yet, when Eric pulled his zipper down, as he fished out his cock and tapped her nose with it, she knew for a fact that there was no way that she was stopping this anytime soon. She loved it more than she should, and her body refused to let her go without this sort of treatment. No matter how humiliated she was, she'd always come back.

"Suck it, bitch."

"Yes, alpha..."

She leaned in, taking the tip into her mouth, and closed her eyes as she started sucking on it. She let herself be guided down, and submitted to the leash and collar once more.

The End

Summary: Rebecca, a free-willed wolf, finds herself submitting to fantasies that she really wishes she didn't have.

Tags: M/F, speciesism, pup-play, coyote, wolf, oral, musk, blowjob, exhibitionism, forced exhibitionism, embarrassment, wet, dubcon, exposure, collar, leash,