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**From Alpha to Omega (Part 2)

By: VeronciaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

Half a day of picking fruit while wearing nothing from the waist down and covered in cum, mud, and piss had done wonders for Kaliya's attitude, or so it seemed. The former adventurer was much subdued when Charlene called her over the next day as soon as the sun was up, ears and tail tucked, eyes averted, cleaned up and wearing fresh clothing. She walked like she was sore between her legs, which was just fine by the gator herm. She'd given the bitch a pounding to remember, and she hoped it took a few days for the wolf's body to forget it.

"Now, hun, I know we had a good talk yesterday," she said, grinning at the wince that Kaliya gave, "but I wanna make sure you took it to heart, so we're gonna be plowin' one of the fallow fields today. Or at least, you are. I'll help to start, just to get you going, but then I'll leave you to finish on your own. With supervision, of course."

The wolf merely whimpered and followed behind as she strode toward the barn. The former ranger glanced at her when she pulled a harness from the tackle wall, then looked confused when she pulled a second larger one down as well. When the gator ordered her to strip, the wolfess let out a prolonged, pitiful whine, but didn't bother complaining. She peeled off her clothing and set it aside neatly folded. Charlene took the rag garments and ripped them to pieces, wrapping a long piece around and around the wolf's head to cover her eyes and muzzle her. The rest went to binding the female's arms behind her back, wrapping them tightly from wrist to elbow so that she was left helpless.

"Now, you know old Gregory don't see too well," the hefty reptile herm explained. "He can feel just fine, though, and he knows how to 'plow a field' as good as any other drake on the farm. So, he'll do the pullin' but you gotta guide him. Stay here a min."

She left the bitch standing there and went to the last stall in the line, equipping the harness onto the elderly drake. He was nearing the end of his lifecycle, scales greyed and flaking, blind and toothless, but he could still breed just fine, and he was a platinum-ranked mount from back in the day when Charlene had been an adventurer herself. She'd gotten tired of the raiding grind and taken up the far less stressful pastime of agriculture as a means to stay in the game without needing to strain her sleep schedule. The fact that it made her realworld money selling off the materials to alchemists and other professionals didn't hurt in the slightest.

She led the beast over to the wolf and tapped his nose to get him to stay, then took her time putting the wolf into harness the old-fashioned way. She loved the little whimpers that Kaliya made as the digitized leather settled over her fur, the soft yelps when the straps were tightened, the sharp whine when clamps were attached to her nipples for straps that connected to her knees, forcing her to remain bent over at the waist. The bitch didn't pull away or try and run, though, and that was the important part. She'd learned but good, and that pleased the gator.

Once the wolf was properly attired for her duties, Charlene led Gregory forward once more until he stood over the hobbled bitch, then stroked at his genital slit. He was programmed as a breeder, and he knew well enough what that feeling meant, his sleek, thick shaft poking free and swiftly growing to full size. The gator herm was only slightly jealous that he had a few inches on her in all directions, but she hoped that Kaliya would be thankful that she'd loosened up the bitch's cunt yesterday. Otherwise this would have her howling. Well, it was still going to have her howling, but it would've been worse.

She attached clasps between one harness and the other then lined up Gregory's cock with Kaliya's pussy and wrapped an arm around the legs of the wolfess to pull her backwards. That set her to squirming and trying to escape, but Charlene only needed to tighten up the attaching straps to keep her in place. She forced the wolf back further, tightening as she went, until half of the drake's length had been fed into the girl. Gregory gave lazy humps, wanting to sink himself fully into his little cocksleve but without much motivation to move more than he had to. Charlene moved in front of Kaliya then and set her hands on the bitch's shoulders.

"Now, this might hurt just a tad, darlin', but don't you worry. I won't tighten the straps no more. Listen close, though. When you pull away, and I know you're gonna, ole Gregory, well, he's gonna move forward, too. You're 'bout to kiss his knot, and he likes that. He's gonna want to get the whole thing inside you, but if you let that happen, neither of you will be moving for upwards of an hour, and that won't get the field plowed any time soon, though yours'll be plenty well plowed before the day is done. So there's the trick. You gotta keep him moving without letting him get too far in. Not too fast, though, or the plow will skid and not do its job."

The wolf shook her head vigorously, letting out a pleading whine, but the gator just gave her a kiss on the nose and a hard shove backward. A howl whistled through the bitch's nose, the only part of her head not wrapped in the rags that had been her clothing, and Charlene held her there, letting her adjust and feel the drake's large knot pressing against her nethers.

"Now stay right there, hun, while I get the reins, or you're gonna regret it."

She could see the wolfess trembling as she stepped away to snag the traces, but Kaliya held herself in place, which made the gator proud. She gave the wolf a pat on the head and a "good girl" before clipping the leads to the nipple clamps and moving back behind the drake.

"I'm sure you'd figure it out fast enough, but when I pull like this," the farmer called, tugging on the left side of the loop and thereby at the wolfess's left nipple, "that means turn that way, and same for the other, right? Now..." She flipped the reins, sending a snap down the leather straps that tugged both nipples forward. "Git! We ain't got to plowin' just yet."

Kaliya hopped forward, jerked to a halt by the straps that held her to the drake, and Gregory paced forward to match her, sinking himself back to the knot in a single stride. The wolfess darted forward again with the same result, but the third time she began trotting forward. She was a quick learner when properly motivated, Charlene had to give her that. The bitch figured out that keeping herself at a jog kept Greogry moving forward at a slow walk, though she did let out another howl when the gator pulled back on the reins to stop her. The drake took advantage of the situation to keep on moving forward against the pull of the reins, forcing his knot past the wolf's entrance.

The wolf thrashed her head and danced from one paw to the other as his base swelled within her to lock them together, though she was lucky that the system wouldn't allow any non-player character to permanently harm a player in a peaceful zone. Charlene paced to the side and watched as the wolf's tummy swelled once more, looking ready to drop a litter before safety warnings put an end to the inflation.

"Well, now, I told ya that would happen," the gator chuckled. "Guess you'll be here for a while before we get to the real work. Why don't I let Pipkin take charge of you for the day? I'm sure he'll be nice and gentle with his guidance, and he's your favorite supervisor, right?"

The bitch shook her head vigorously in the negative, and the reptilian herm stepped forward to take the wolf's chin in her hand. Her other unravelled the improvised bondage enough that the female could open her mouth, then undid her trousers and slid her own cock free to shove it down the girl's throat.

"I don't think you heard me," she told the wolfess, slowly rocking forward and back to stimulate herself a little while clogging the bitch's throat. "I'm puttin' Pipkin in charge of you for the day, and you're gonna listen to every last little thing he says. If I hear a single word about you misbehaving, you'll be spending the next week in Gregory's stall, a different hole filled every hour, and then I'll think of somethin' even worse to do to you. Swallow if you get me."

She felt the ripple of musculature milk down her shaft and nodded in satisfaction, the pulled free and slapped the bitch a few times with her cock before wrapping up the girl's muzzle once more.

"Good. Now give a holler once the knot's come out so Pip can get you going before Gregory does it again."

The gator padded off towards the kobold foreman whistling a happy tune. Now that was how you broke a bitch. The wolf's guild leader owed her twenty thousand gold.

The End