Night Out
Night Out
By Rowyin Darkwulf
The character of Ashlynn belongs to her player, all others belong to me.
Edited by Evertide
Miller Lite (c) Miller Brewing Company.
The short mouse femme scanned the surroundings through the window as they flew by before turning her gaze upon the male sitting in the driver's seat of the car they were traveling in. He was a tall black-furred wolf, his short grey-silver hair rippling in the wind that leaked in through his cracked window. He had been her master in private and her boyfriend in public for the past 4 years. Her fingers reached up to caress the leather collar he had placed on her neck after she first agreed to be his fuck toy and pet. It almost seemed like forever ago, back when she tried to resist her baser urges. Though now, she would rather be here by her master than be the stuck-up lonely brat she was before.
She looked back out the window, trying to figure out what part of town they were driving through and where they were going. Her master never told her; he had just phoned her up and told her to put on something nice and sexy. She had followed his instructions to the letter, slipping on a tight black leather lace-up corset and miniskirt combo he had gotten her a while back. The corset covered most of her bust, her smallish B-cup breasts' cleavage presented to all. The miniskirt came down to about mid thigh, showing off her toned legs. She blushed at the thought of what might happen were she to bend over too far, her master having specifically instructed her to never wear panties unless otherwise told to. She pressed her thighs together at the thought, already arousing herself form the simple thought.
Trying to distract herself, she turned her attention to the wolf driving once more, asking, "Master, where are we heading?"
"A small club I heard about on the net, Ash... something I think we'll both enjoy," he replied, a toothy smirk crossing his muzzle as he took a quick glance at her. Her blush deepened as all sorts of naughty thoughts flooded her mind, the redness of her cheeks and muzzle visible through her short white fur. She squirmed more inside her seat, looking down at her thighs and trying her best not to soak the wolf's car seat. She felt the car turn, the wolf taking the beat-up station wagon down an alleyway and into a small, rear parking lot. She looked up to the neon sign hanging over a pair of old-looking double doors.
The place was simply called Tum Tum, with a large bear standing outside the door, obviously the bouncer for the club. She heard her master's door open, and hurried to exit the vehicle as well, closing her door and moving to her master's side as they approached the door. Once the cover charge was paid the two were allowed into the club, the music in the background much less overwhelming than with most dance clubs. A maître d' greeted them inside, which confused the mouse. She was used to seeing such a staff member at upscale restaurants, not at clubs.
"Yes, I phoned ahead and reserved a private room. Name is Rowyin," the wolf said, the maître d' nodding and waving over a waitress. A tall curvy tigress bounced over, her revealing one-piece bustier molding to the contours of her body. Rowyin guided Ash after the tigress, up a set of stairs that lined the side of the main area. A gasp and squeal of surprise emanated from a table near the center of the main floor, a couple seated with their backs to the staircase. Ash couldn't see what was going on, but from the few moans she could hear from the couple someone was enjoying whatever it was.
They were lead to a row of private rooms that overlooked the main floor of the club. There was a semi-circle bench-type couch set around a low-set table. The slanted window gave the couple a great view of the club's main floor. Rowyin slipped into the booth, Ashlynn slipping in next to him.
"So, what can I get you all to drink to start out?" the tigress asked, seeming very chipper to see such a cute couple.
Rowyin looked over the small drink menu, holding it in a position that Ash couldn't see what it said. "Well I'll just take a Miller Lite... and she'll have... a single Cannonball shot to start with... with a C chaser," he replied, Ash giving him a confused look. The waitress nodded and bounced off, closing the door and leaving the two alone.
"What's a Cannonball shot, Master?" she asked, her head tilting to the side as she looked up to him.
He chuckled and placed an arm over her shoulder, tugging her close. "They sell specialty mixed shots here... I think you'll really like them," he answered with a smirk.
She huffed at the wolf's elusive answer, but cuddled into his side as they waited for the waitress to return.
A knock soon came to the door, the waitress returning with the two drinks, setting them on the table in front of them. "Here you are. Just give me a ring there if you want anything else," she said as she pointed to a small remote sitting on the table before leaving.
Rowyin picked up his beer, nudging the oddly-colored shot towards Ash. "Bottoms up, Squeaker," he said as she picked up her drink. He took a gulp of his beer as she downed her drink, expecting the burn of alcohol as she quaffed it.
Surprisingly, the shot was very fruity, with only the slightest aftertaste of liquor. Though the burn was absent, she did feel a warm tingle spread through her chest. "Mmmm, that was pretty good, Master!" she stated, placing the glass back onto the table and leaning back onto the wolf's chest, the warm tingling continuing to spread out through her body. Rowyin looked at her expectantly, like he was waiting for something to happen. She gave him another confused look, not knowing what he was waiting for, until she realized that it felt like her corset was too tight over her chest. It felt like her corset was binding her chest too much when she inhaled, though she didn't remember it being that tight before. Only a short while later and she realized there was more breast flesh bulging from her top than she thought she had. She squeaked in confusion, looking up to her master, then back down to her chest.
"Ma-Master, what's going... oh!" she asked, another squeak interrupting her as she felt the corset start to tighten around her midsection. As the seconds ticked away there was less and less space available inside her corset, yet she could not reach back to undo the ties holding the top. "Ah... Master... please untie... me... too tight..." she gasped out as she leaned forward, her legs spreading to prevent her from putting more pressure on her torso. Rowyin grinned slightly, reaching over and taking hold of the ties and tugging them apart, undoing the knot they were tied in. As the ties came undone the corset practically popped of her torso, releasing her chest and midsection.
She pulled the garment aside and squeaked in surprise as she looked down at herself. Her formerly small B-cup breasts had swollen out to large C's, her fingers pressing into her expanded flesh. Her attention, though, was refocused lower as she felt the waistband of her skirt cutting into her stomach. Her belly had bulged out of her midsection, looking much like a pot belly... or the beginnings of a pregnant belly. Her fingers pressed into her midsection, the tight flesh only giving a little as she probed it with her fingers.
"Master... what..." she started, a moan interrupting her as her stomach swelled into her hands, looking like she had swallowed a small melon whole. Her skirt cut more into the swell of her stomach, so to prevent it from squeezing her to death she quickly wiggled out of it. She let out another squeak as her belly once again grew as soon as she wiggled out of her skirt. She easily looked 7 months pregnant, her innie belly button poking cutely out from her rounded stomach. She looked back over to the wolf, who upon seeing her confused look, reached over and stroked her pregnant-looking belly. A shiver vibrated down her spine, the stretched skin much more sensitive than usual as the wolf's large hand palmed her belly. She had been too surprised to notice before his touch, but each spurt of growth her belly went through was actually quite pleasurable.
Rowyin quickly pulled the bloated mouse over onto his lap, her rump settling down on a rather large bulge tenting the wolf pants. His hands roamed over her belly, another spurt bringing her to the point where she looked as if she could be giving birth any moment. She looked down at her tummy once more, but found her vision to be obscured by her breasts, which unlike her belly's quick spurts had been slowly inching bigger and bigger. She was rivaling a large D-cup now, her nipples jutting from the soft fur on her chest. She squeaked out another moan as her belly pushed out once more, stretching almost to the mouse's knees. She looked well overdue, her belly sitting heavily in her lap.
It took her a few minutes to realize her growth was over, the big wolf stroking his fingers over her rounded stomach causing spikes of pleasure to shoot up her spine, a wet spot growing in the wolf's lap from her leaking juices. One of his hands ventured up to her swollen breasts, giving her nipple a light squeeze, sending shivers down her spine.
"What just happened, Squeaker, is the theme of this establishment. It caters to belly and pregnancy fetishists like us..." he said, his other hand cupping her swollen belly, fingers rubbing over her sensitive belly button. "This is a false fetus. From what I read it has something to do with water and gelatin-type proteins, so we don't have to worry about any real baby responsibilities... though you still have to squeeze that thing out..." he added with a mischievous grin.
The mouse gulped, looking down to her huge belly, imagining squeezing out the false fetus out of her tight cunny. "Wait, Master, you said 'that thing'... do you mean there's only one in here?" she asked, concern flowing over her face as her hands joined his on her belly.
"Yes, only one. That's why the drink is called a Cannonball... you should be ready in ten minutes or so," he replied with a grin, palming her belly once more, the mouse's tail snaking around his wrist lightly. She squirmed on his lap, her cunny leaking as his hand stroked across her sensitive hide. She deliberately wiggled herself in her master's lap, hoping to get some attention for the sudden burning need growing in her nethers. He seemed to ignore her little whimpers of need, his hands more interested in the tight flesh of her belly and in teasing her as the minutes ticked by.
She squeaked as the muscles of her belly suddenly contracted around the 'fetus' inside her, yet it didn't feel like the painful contractions she had experienced when in labor. There was short pause, and then another contraction gripped her belly, causing her to moan in pleasure. Each time her muscles seized upon the mass inside her belly a bolt of pleasure raced up her spine, causing her to shudder on her master's lap.
"Ah... Ma... Master! I think... AH!" she squealed, half in surprise as Rowyin moved her in his lap, leaning her back, spreading her legs and scootching her rump down his lap, suspending her over the tiled floor. A gush of liquid issued forth from the mouse's nethers, her 'water' breaking as her accelerated labor progressed. Her tail squeezed tighter around his wrist in time with her contractions, her body lightly shuddering. Her inner muscles squeezed the mass inside her against the entrance of her womb, the barrier stretching around the girth of the mass. She let out a small grunt, bearing down and squeezing the mass slowly into her birth canal. Her cunny was dripping, and not just from the birth juices as each contraction, each little inch the mass moved stretched her inner flesh. She bucked in the wolfs lap, an orgasm vibrating its way through her body as a big push pressed the mass towards her lower lips.
The wolf held her legs spread with his own, one hand groping a breast as the other stroked her contracting belly. The mouse's cunny spread as the mass pressed against her lower lips, her flesh stretching tight around it. Ash let out a loud squeak, bearing down hard as her tight cunny strained to squeeze the gelatinous mass out. The mass squeezed slowly from the mouse's cunt, mostly retaining its shape as her muscles pressed it further out. She let out a loud squeak as the contraction stopped, leaving her cunny stretched tight around the mass. Her chest heaved, breath coming in pants until the next contraction started and muscles resuming their job of expelling the large mass.
Ashlynn gave a big push, squeaking and moaning loudly as she bore down hard, her muscles finally pushing out the mass amongst a flood of her own juices. The gelatinous object plopped to the tiled floor, jiggling as the vibrations from the fall reflected through its opaque-white surface. The mouse flopped back against Rowyin, panting heavily, her cunt agape as she attempted to regain her composure. She sat limply for a while, her breathing returning to normal, letting off a small groan.
"No more big ones, Master, please..." She asked softly, rubbing over her sore cunny lips as they finally tightened back up. She pulled herself upright on his lap, turning around to face him as her tail released his wrist. Her hands cupped her increased bust, hard nipples poking out towards the wolf's face. She ground down upon the bulge in the wolf's pants, wiping her dribbling honey upon the material of his pants as she let off a small moan.
"Heh heh... still randy, even after all that, huh?" he teased, reaching under her and groping her rump, receiving a nod in return from the mouse as she pressed herself to his chest, teeth nibbling at his throat. He chuckled again, finishing off his beer. "I think we should have another drink," he said, pressing the button on the remote to summon their waitress.
The tigress from before slipped into the room a short while later, giving the couple a small smirk as she looked over the fully nude mouse. "What can I get for you two?" she purred, pulling out her notepad and pen.
"I'll have another Miller... and how about something custom... we'll go with an Immobilizer, but with only 3 shots of time, and how about a double shot of capacity?" he said as he read off the menu, looking over at Ashlynn. She gave the wolf a confused and nervous glance, not much liking the name of the drink he had ordered for her. The tigress smiled, took down their order and bounced off, leaving the couple to their own devices once again. Rowyin caught the mouse off guard, turning her head and pressing his muzzle to hers as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Ashlynn melted submissively into the kiss, murring and wrapping her arms around the wolf's thick neck, raising her rump up to allow Row to wiggle out of his pants and boxers. Ashlynn released the wolf's neck and broke from the kiss with a grin, reaching back and taking the wolf's hardened shaft into her hand, guiding it between her legs before sitting down upon it, letting it slip into her still somewhat sore cunny.
The two moaned in tandem, though the mouse winced a bit as her sore flesh stretched around the wolf's girth. The wolf, though, seemed to have a different idea, letting her ride him for a moment before he lifted her back off his shaft, the mouse letting out a frustrated cry. "Ah... Master... what..." she started, but was cut off as the wolf lifted her up and turned her around once more, situating his now wet shaft at the entrance to her tailhole. The mouse let out a small squeak as Rowyin lowered her onto his shaft again, the thick head stretching her rosebud tight until his shaft head finally popped inside the confines of her ass. Ashlynn shuddered, relaxing herself as the wolf rolled his hips, slowly pressing his shaft deeper into her bowels. The wolf released her legs once her rump had settled down in his lap, the small swelling of the wolf's knot pressing up between her butt cheeks. Ashlynn leaned back against the wolf's chest, taking deep breaths as she felt the flesh of her bowels stretched tight around the wolf's girth.
The door to the room opened once more, the tigress returning with their second round of drinks. Ashlynn felt a blush flow over her face, sitting in Row's lap with his cock up her ass, in plain view for the tigress as she handed the two their drinks. Neither Rowyin nor the tigress seemed to feel the least bit of shame, though, as the tigress slinked away as quickly as she could, letting the two get back to each other. Ashlynn looked back to Rowyin, and then downed the shot for him with a grin, setting aside the empty glass.
The mouse's tailhole had finally acclimated itself to the wolf's girth by the time the warm tingling from her drink had made its way to her belly, Ashlynn placing her feet straddling the wolf's hips as she moved to a squat. Rowyin aided her, holding her waist as she slid partway off his shaft before pressing herself back down upon him. She shuddered in his grip, a mix of pain and pleasure assaulting her brain as the wolf's shaft slid in and out of her tight hole. She let out a loud squeak of a moan, the wolf's warm pre-cum leaking into her bowels, adding additional lubrication to their fucking. The mouse's cunny dribbled with her juices as she slowly rode the wolf's shaft, her tail sliding through the fur of the wolf's chest and stomach. The tingling inside her stomach increased, a small bulge forming in her middle.
Ash hardly noticed the slowly growing bulge in her belly, working her hip's down upon the wolf's shaft, the slight swell of his knot pressing against her stretched tailhole. When the bulge of her belly reached the point where she could pass for beginning her second trimester, she sat down fully upon the wolf's lap, his slightly swollen knot popping into the tight confines of her bowels. She lay back against the wolf's chest with a moan, her hands pressing against her swelling stomach. She let out another squeak of a moan, her belly going through a quick spurt of growth, the bulge looking as if the mouse were passing into her sixth month of pregnancy. She squirmed in the wolf's lap, panting as she gripped Rowyin's hands and pressed them to her growing tummy, tail wrapping around his waist to pull him tight against her back.
Spikes of pleasure shot up her spine, the wolf's fingers pressing into her growing tummy as the mouse writhed in his lap. Ash shifted her feet again, kneeling on the couch over the wolf's lap as she began to move once again, the wolf's knot popping out of the tight confines of her tailhole. Rowyin's hands were pushed further out as the growth in her belly accelerated, the mouse pushing on past full term as she bounced upon his shaft. Her heavy belly bounced along with her, the mouse quickly tiring as the weight in her belly increased. She fought with her growing belly, determined to reach her approaching orgasm. Rowyin did his best to thrust up into the mouse's tight tailhole in tempo with her own riding motions, his hands stroking and squeezing her belly as it bloated larger than she was after her first drink.
The mouse's breasts, not to be left out from her growing trend, began their own expansion, her nipples leaking trails of milk down onto her belly. Feeling the moisture, Rowyin's hands migrated up to her flopping breasts, groping them tightly and squeezing streamers of milk from her hard nipples. Ashlynn let out a loud squeak, hitting her orgasm as the wolf squeezed her sensitive breasts. She pressed herself down hard upon the wolf, forcing his fully swollen knot into her tailhole as it tightened around him. Her cunny let loose a flood of her juices, soaking the wolf's lap and leaving a trail of her nectar leaking down the side of the couch. Rowyin wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself up into her as her squeezing muscles brought him to his own climax, his shaft twitching and spurting his seed up into her bowels. The mouse's bloated breasts issued forth a shower of their own, her milk letting down and soaking her still growing belly.
Ashlynn's belly was well beyond that of a soon-to-be mother of twins, her belly button once again having attained an outie position. The mouse panted heavily, her hands returning to her belly as it went through another spurt. She could feel the wolf's large load filling her bowels as she leaned backwards, resting herself upon the wolf's chest. Rowyin reached around her, feeling her belly press out into his hands. She was approaching sizes many females don't normally attain, her belly looking as if she were ready to birth triplets. He had to really reach to stroke the mouse's popped belly button, the flesh of her belly extra sensitive from all the stretching. She let out a tired moan as his fingers stroked over her belly button, the little nub poking out far from its former home. He enjoyed playing with it while he could, the mouse's sides starting to fill out as she swelled larger, pushing his arms apart more.
While they waited for the wolf's knot to release them, Rowyin's hands trekked back up to where the mouse's breasts rested upon her swollen belly. Ashlynn moaned softly, her nipples letting off a spurt of her leftover milk as the wolf gave her bloated breasts a squeeze. The mouse wiggled tiredly in the wolf's lap, the sheer weight of her huge belly forcing the two into the soft cushions of the couch. She felt beyond enormous, her skin still stretching around the vast contents of her womb. The sheer girth of her womb pressed her legs apart, its weight settling between her thin thighs. Her insides felt crowded, her lungs unable to fully inflate to get a full breath, leaving her panting softly. She clutched softly at her huge belly, running her fingers over her taut skin.
Ashlynn's belly finally reached the apex of its growth, her expansion tapering off slowly. By this time Rowyin's knot had finally shrunk, the wolf lifting the heavy mouse up and setting her down on the couch next to him with a grunt. He gave the panting mouse a smirk, standing up from the couch and moving in front of her enormous belly, placing his hands on her sides and giving it a hug. Ashlynn squirmed, her stretched skin super sensitive to his touch as he pressed the tip of his muzzle to her popped belly button. He lapped his tongue over the little nub, causing the mouse to squeal and wiggle upon the couch.
"Ah... Row.... please stop!" she panted, her heavy belly rising and falling above her. The wolf smirked and kissed his way up the curve of her belly, enjoying the bloated mouse while he could. His lips met with one of her breasts, kissing her nipple before gently suckling and nibbling upon it, getting a mouthful of her sweet milk in return. He suckled harder upon her erect nub, filling his belly with the mouse's milk. Ashlynn let out a small moan, happy to have the wolf drain her overfilled breasts. He swapped to her other breast, helping to relieve the pressure inside, moving back and forth between the two large breasts. He didn't suck them dry, his stomach unable to contain the contents of both her large breasts, though he did manage to drain them enough to eliminate the painful pressure the mouse was feeling.
Rowyin flopped back onto the couch next to her with a groan; stroking his own stomach with one hand as he pawed and pet hers with his other. He cuddled up next to her for a moment, stroking her stretched belly along with her until both of them felt her womb muscles contract. The mouse let out a loud squeak as she felt the first contraction, a gush of fluids suddenly spilling out from between the mouse's legs. Ashlynn moaned loudly as she felt the first of the masses inside her begin to stretch her open, her tail curling out from behind her and wrapping around the wolf's wrist. She realized as the next contraction began that she was in no position to squeeze anything out of her cunny with her belly blocking her lap as it was.
"Ah... Row... Master... help me up, err.... please!" she cried out, panting and reaching for his wrist. He nodded and got to his feet, taking the mouse's hands and hefting her to her feet. She wobbled a bit, nowhere near used to carrying the weight in her bloated belly, but managed to turn around and squat in front of the couch, resting her heaving belly upon the warm tiled floor. She reached out and steadied herself with the couch, letting out a grunt and a moan as the next contraction peaked, the mouse bearing down upon the mass that was slowly stretching her tunnel wider. This one seemed to move a lot more with each of her pushes, and upon the next contraction she could feel her cunny lips begin to yawn open, the mass inside her spreading them wider with each push.
Rowyin maneuvered himself behind her, kneeling down to watch and play with the laboring mouse, his hand lightly groping her rump. Her tail slowly wrapped about his wrist and arm as he moved it between the cheeks of her rump, lightly fingering her tailhole as her cunny stretched around the first mass. She squeaked out in surprise at the probing finger, her pushing interrupted, her cunny pulling the mass back inside. She moaned softly, pushing hard once the next contraction started, trying to ignore the wolf's finger wiggling in her ass. She stopped and panted through the next contraction, before redoubling her efforts and pushing hard. She felt the mass begin to squeeze out of her gaping cunny, the mouse letting out a squeak of a moan as her cunny lips stretched around the mass. She stopped only for a second before bearing down once more, the mass finally passing its widest point. With a lout squeak and a wet splat the first of this new 'brood' fell to the floor, jiggling like the gelatin it was.
Her body slumped forward slightly, her chest heaving as she panted. Rowyin parted from the mouse's rump, wiping off his finger with a napkin before moving over and stroking the mouse's back as she rested. Her back tensed up once more as her inner muscles resumed with their contractions, the next mass lining up with her cervix. As she bore down with the next contraction, the mass seemed to slip out of her even quicker than the first, descending down her birth canal and stretching apart her outer lips. She cried out, her cunny leaking fluids as she came around the mass, her muscles working it out through her orgasm. The next contraction had her squeezing her muscles down around the mass, the mouse letting out a long squeak as the second mass finally squeezed its way out of her cunny. Ash's tail twitched then wrapped itself around the wolf's wrist, the mouse's body shuddering. Another moan signaled the exit of another mass from her womb, Ashlynn tiredly bearing down upon it as her muscles pressed it down her birth canal.
As the mass began to stretch her labia around its girth the mouse let out another squeak of a moan, her stretched cunny issuing forth a spurt of her own juices as she came around the large object. The bottom curve of her still bloated belly dribbled her juices down upon the tile floor, the mouse bearing down once again once she regained control of her muscles. Rowyin's free hand moved to cradle the mass as it squeezed out of the mouse's gaping cunt. The weight of the mass shifted as Ashlynn bore down again, Rowyin catching it and setting it aside.
"Three down, two to go... reminds me of our first litter," he stated, his hand stroking her back again.
She groaned a bit, but let out a small chuckle of her own. "Yeah... this time with a lot more pain and a lot less pleasure," she replied before her body was gripped by the next contraction. Rowyin teased the mouse's cunny as it closed up once more, a finger tracing over her flesh, eliciting a moan from the tired mouse. The next mass was coming just as quick as the last few, crowning in no time flat, right in to the wolf's hand. Rowyin smirked and pressed back against the mass, stopping Ashlynn from pushing it out while leaving her cunny stretched wide around its girth. She cried out for a second, her tail twitching in frustration as she pushed back against Row's hand. Her effort was futile, the mass not moving with the wolf's hand in the way. Ashlynn let out a frustrated squeak before Rowyin moved his hand, the mass popping from her cunny and bouncing across the floor a short ways.
The mouse sagged against the couch. She didn't think she had the energy left to push out the remaining mass, even though she could already feel her belly tightening around it, working it into her birth canal. She felt the wolf's arms circle around her, lifting her up and laying her down upon the large couch. His large hand cupped the remaining bulge in her belly, feeling her muscles contract around it as her body.
"Come on hun... one last one," he said, running his other hand through her disheveled hair. The mouse panted for a moment, moaning through a contraction. She propped herself up with a bit of Row's help, then once more bore down with the next contraction. She could feel the mass slide inch after inch down her birth canal, stretching her inner flesh around it. She only stopped pushing for a second, the mass crowning and finally slipping from her abused cunny in amazingly short time, followed by a gush of the mouse's juices. She cried out even as she flopped backwards, hitting one last orgasm as the mass plopped down upon the couch.
The mouse lay back panting heavily, eyes closed, her body exhausted after the whole ordeal. Rowyin stroked a hand across the mouse's forehead, collecting her clothes and leaving them sitting nearby for her before dressing himself. He hit the call button for their waitress and stepped outside the room, letting the mouse rest a bit. The tigress returned quickly, a look of slight surprise upon her face at seeing the wolf waiting at the door for her; she was so tired she didn't notice their conversation.
"Hello again... is anything the matter?" she asked, reaching for her order book.
"Oh, I saw on your menu that you do take-home drinks too, yes? I just wanted to get in one last order to take home, and get the receipt," he replied.
When he returned to the room, Ashlynn was dressed once again, though her previously form-fitting corset was struggling to contain her increased bust. Her expanded breasts were oozing over the top of her corset, the mouse struggling to tie the strings back together. Rowyin chuckled softly, slipping the small bottle he had in his hand into his pocket and stepping over to help her with her top. "Row... do you know if these are permanent?" she asked, grunting as the wolf tied the ties for her corset.
"They should be back to normal in eight to twelve hours. We're all paid up, if you're ready to go," he replied as he finished tying her top.
"I am... I don't think I'll be walking straight for a while after this..." she joked, taking his arm and shakily getting to her feet as they headed home, unaware of the last drink hiding in the wolf's pocket.
To be continued...