Please (Jinxed! Valentines special) by Kalebthecat

Please (Jinxed! Valentines special)

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Chapter 1

Jinx's P.O.V

It had been 6 whole months since Dakota and I had split up, I didn't regret the decision at all. I hadn't seen or spoken to Seth or Dakota since the break up and had since found a new boyfriend, who I was now engaged to. The way he proposed was too sweet, it was the first time I had seen the man blush. We met in a bar the day I split up with Dakota and he let me un-load all of my troubles on to him. Whilst that was going on, we learnt things about each other, more than I knew about Dakota. For example, my new boyfriend told him his exact full name the moment we met, it was: Morty Anx. A strange name, but nevertheless mine was even stranger.

Morty proposed to me in public, in the middle of the restaurant. Everyone could hear us, how could I have possibly said no? Anyway, the wedding was scheduled in three months and after the wedding he planned to take me to an island, just of the coast of Veden where we would be alone for a week.

Morty owned a chain of hotels up and down the country, so we had more money that we ever needed. Morty horded it though and his reaction to when I had sent a small portion of our money to charity, wasn't exactly...nice. He never hit me hard and wouldn't apologize if he shouted at me for no reason. He loved me though and every relationship had its troubles, the two of us would get through it though and the other side would be bright.

Morty was a wolf, it was in his nature to be controlling and sometimes aggressive which was why I could always forgive him. Nevertheless, he was handsome and I loved the way he looked. His fur was a light brown color all over his body, but his muzzle, paws and hands were a dark creamy color that was simply adorable. His tail was smaller and not as fluffy as Dakota's, therefore it was much better since it wouldn't get in the way of cuddles.

Morty's eyes were a crystal blue color. Best of all, he was way bigger than Dakota. He was taller, had bigger muscles and 8 inches at most. Morty's voice made me feel safe as well, he was always vigilant and wouldn't look away from anyone who came close to me until they left. If I was threatened by someone, he'd put his arms around me and intimidate them with a snarl or a flash of his teeth.

I wasn't as nice when compared to Morty, my fur was completely black and fluffy in all the wrongs places and where it needed to be fluffy? It was bristly and sharp. My whiskers were completely and utterly messed up. My yellow eyes made me seem aggressive sometimes and my tail would move on it's own accord. I also hated my hair, which had always been a few black tufts sticking up between my ears. Worst of all I couldn't protect Morty! Sure I could bandage the little scraps he got into or cheer up with kisses in certain places, but it was my fault mostly whenever he got into a fight.

After Morty and I had gotten engaged, I agreed to move in with him. The house was great and although it wasn't as good as Dakota's (mostly because Dakota lived in a mansion), but there was no one to disturb us. He had bought a two story house which was big enough for four people. There was a spare bedroom, but he had turned it into a study for himself. The two of us slept together in the master bedroom, but Morty had paid for me to stay in a fancy hotel on the day before Valentines day, so that he could set up a nice surprise for me. Unfortunately, Morty hadn't finished in time, so he had quickly booked me a day in a spa, which I was currently on my way to.

I was sitting in the back of a taxi on my way there, I hadn't been told about which spa it was, but apparently I'd like it. Although, I didn't like what I was wearing and hoped I didn't attract the attention of guys. I was out clubbing all night long, I promised to stay faithful to Morty, but that didn't mean I wasn't allowed to trick guys who weren't very observative.

I had a few feminine clothes lying around in my wardrobe, so I dug them out and decided to try them on. The first was a black jumper, that I had picked up years ago. It was too big for me, but it still looked great. I had let the sleeves hang down, so that my hands were covered by it. I tried not to be a true slut, but I couldn't help not wearing a shirt that started just below my shoulders, I had it covered with my jumper though, so it should be alright I thought to myself. I also picked up a pair of purple jeans, that were a little tight around the waist, but it didn't matter too much.

As soon as I pulled up next to the spa, I knew that I was in for a bad time, it was Dakota's spa. I groaned, but maybe I would get lucky and no one would notice me in such feminine clothes. I threw my money at the taxi driver by mistake and kept my head down as I walked through the doors.

The spa was packed, obviously because couples had decided to buy each other spa treatments, how romantic. The interior of the spa was well done and had focused on a more eastern style. The floor was a light wooden color, which had engravings all over it. The only downside to that was dust and other bits would get trapped between the grooves, I felt bad for the one who had to scrape it out. There were a few strange potted plants in the corners and one on top of the check in desk, which had a very bored mouse sitting behind it out.

The mouse house had grey fur, that looked horrible against the white wall she was leaning on. Her buck teeth made her spit slightly when she spoke, but I didn't mind too much since I worked in a place where loads of different people spoke to me, each with their own problem. She had a beanie on to cover her hair, but brown tufts stuck out on the sides and front, her big ears twitched. "Hi!" The mouse chirped.

"Are you here to book or do you have a place already?" The mouse asked. "Umm. I don't know, I'm not the one who set it. My boyfriend did." I answered. "Okay." The mouse smiled at me, she didn't seem to mind too much over the circumstances. "Aren't you a lucky girl?" The mouse asked, trying to make idle conversation as she typed away on her laptop. "I'm a guy." I corrected her awkwardly, bobbing on my feet. "Oh! I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" The mouse apologized, covering her mouth as if she had just cursed royalty. "It's alright." I smiled, but I wasn't too happy over the fact that I had confused someone already. Was I really that much of a trap? I hoped that Morty knew I was guy when he first met me... "Right, you're in the special room, end of the hallway. Here's your pass." The mouse smiled at me, she handed me a small card. I knew what to do, I just had to swipe the card on the lock and it would open up. "Thank you." I smiled.

I quickly walked down the corridor, wanting to avoid anyone who could recognize me. I walked straight into the door like a complete fool, I banged my face directly off the door and looked around in embarrassment. Fortunately, no one noticed, so I swiped the card and slipped straight in.

The flooring was the same as the entryway, but the windows were special, so that no one could see in. There were decorative bamboo shoots all over the room. The most notable thing was the table in the center, the top looked like marble that had special padding all over it to make it more comfortable. There were carts of massage equipment, especially laid out for me. There was no one else in the room, so I lay face down on the table trying to relax before the session. However, before I could truly relax I heard the door slam and a familiar voice spoke. "I'm so very sorry about how you've been waiting." The fox said to me. "Please forgive me."

Chapter 2

Jinx's P.O.V

He recognized me instantly, although I tried to hide my face from him. "Jinx?" The fox asked, dropping his clipboard and moving around the table to look at my face. "No!" I squeaked, trying to put on a voice that didn't sound like my normal one. "Sorry." The fox said awkwardly, "I got you confused with an old friend. So you're here for the special?" The fox asked, changing the subject entirely. I nodded and let my hands fall away from my face, he didn't recognize me after all and if it hadn't been for his voice, I wouldn't have known it was him.

The Dakota in front of me was a shell of the man he once was, something he had brought on himself. The air about him was depressed, lonely and stank of beer. Dakota hated beer, I knew that for a fact, he was strictly a wine or champagne person. He had even made his boyfriend stop drinking beer all together he had been so serious about staying away from the drink. From the smell of it, he had spilt a few pints over himself.

Dakota's looks had changed as well, his shiny emerald green eyes had become droopy, devoid of energy and more importantly, he had lost the spark that danced in his pupils. His pupils were dilated as well, but he wasn't seeing any light at all. Even though he stared straight at me, he failed to recognize someone who had been closer to him than anyone else.

His face was also different. Apart from the fact that he looked depressed, he had taken a serious beating recently. The most obvious give away was the fact that he had a thick black eye and if I looked closely, there appeared to be little specs of his own blood near the edge of his mouth.

His fur had changed drastically as well. When we started dating, Dakota had promised to keep his fur in shape and paid to have his fur cut shorter all over his body, including his notorious tail. It had been cut down until only the tip was fluffy, something that I did enjoy cuddling with. But, he hadn't kept that up at all. All of his fur was un-combed and ragged, his tail was fluffier than ever and the fur around his neck and chest had dirt in it.

It ruined the beautiful colors he had going before. His back, face, arms, legs and sides were a dirty orange instead of a vivid orange that seemed to bring energy to the people near it. The fur on his neck, chin, chest and probably crotch as well was white and wild. His hands and paws were still black and there wasn't really any change to them. His ears and tail hung down as he walked.

"What's wrong?" I asked, but purely to hear him say it himself. "Nothing." Dakota answered. "You have a black eye and you look like you slept in a gutter, something is wrong." I corrected him, refusing to let it slip by. "Why do you care?" Dakota spat, looking over his shoulder sharply. Dakota sat on the edge of the table, I rolled over to keep my eyes on him. "Because. Kitty 's worried about the big bad fox." I stuck my tongue out, if Dakota didn't get the inside joke, the real Dakota had been kidnapped and replaced by a terrible impostor.

Dakota's eyes lit up upon hearing 'Kitty' and 'big bad fox' in the same sentence. "Jinx?" He asked again. "Took you long enough." I smiled at him, no longer wanting to keep the pathetic game going. "Jinx!" He cried, as if my name was the only thing he could say to me now. Dakota hugged me passionately and started crying un-uncontrollably. But the reunion was touching, so I carried on smiling and let my old flame hug me for a while longer before pushing him away. I didn't want to break his heart more and felt that words would do exactly that, I put up my ring finger, so that Dakota could clearly see the ring shining in the light.

"B-but." Dakota stuttered, shocked that I had found someone else. "I'm sorry." I said quickly, my heart sank with Dakota's. Nevertheless, Dakota wiped away his tears and understood the situation. "It's alright." He sniffled. "I should be sorry, I shouldn't have hugged you and I shouldn't have done what I did." Dakota apologized all at once. He breathed out as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But my sympathy could only go on for so long and when the topic came up, it ran out.

"Yes. You shouldn't have." I snapped. "What?" Dakota asked in shock over my change in tone. My eyes were could and un-forgiving, I scowled at the fox. "You heard me. You shouldn't have even thought about doing what you did it." I repeated. "I didn't know how they'd react!" Dakota cried, bursting into tears again. He covered his eyes with his hands as he wept, trying to hide his sadness. "I told you that they were homophobic!" I shouted, getting off of the table and throwing my arms out to express my feelings.

Dakota was un-able to respond, but instead blew his nose into a towel and collected his thoughts. "Can I make it up to you?" Dakota asked when he had stopped crying. "And how will you do that? Will you go back in time and stop yourself? Hmm?" I asked, wanting Dakota to never forget the suffering and pain he'd caused us both. "Jinx please just drop it!" Dakota whined. "I can't! I can't, I can't! You now that!" Dakota carried on saying, he thrashed about like a child. I got up to leave, no longer in the mood to tolerate Dakota or a spa treatment.

"Wait!" Dakota cried, he grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. "I can give you the best treatment we have available, for free. And! A refund for this one." Dakota said, "You get money and a treatment, plus I don't get anything. Please! It's the best I can give you now." Dakota begged. "What about your fancy house?" I asked, although I didn't really want it at all. "If you want it, have it!" Dakota begged. The fact hit me in the chest, as much as I wanted a big house, I couldn't extort things from Dakota. "What about this spa?" I asked. "All of it, have all of it." Dakota said again. "No, I don't want your spa or the house! They're yours." I cried quickly, worried that Dakota would start throwing his life away just for another shot with me. "But, I'd like a massage" I admitted. Dakota was overcome by a wave of joy, he happily took me upstairs to the V.I.P rooms.

Dakota kept on looking over his shoulder to check if I was still following him. We went up to the second floor, a place that was reserved for celebrities or the richest of the rich. He enter a pin code and the door swung open, he stepped aside and let me through. The room itself was amazing, it was stylish like the rest of the spa, but this also had modern elements. The engravings of the floor were the same, but instead of windows in the walls, there was a single skylight that didn't actually let light in. The bamboo shoots had been replaced with beautiful bushes that had just begun flowering, which brought about thoughts of youth and life.

In the center of the room there was a king sized bed, with white covers that had petals scattered across them. Candles had been lit all around us, which were the only source of light in the room. An expensive looking selection of wine had been laid out for the customer. Soothing music floated in the air. "Dakota!" I shouted, as the fox slammed the door and locked it behind me. "You said a treatment, not sex!" I ranted. "I'm leaving!" I tried to push past him, even though I knew the door was locked.

Despite his ragged state, the fox was way stronger than me; he put an arm out and stopped me. "You have it all wrong. This room is for couples OR deluxe massages. Do you really think I'd try?" Dakota asked. "Oh yeah? What's under these covers, hmm?" I asked, gesturing to carts that appeared to have un-usual shapes under them. "Dildos, whips, oils, lube, hot rocks and everything else a couple might need to have a good time." Dakota said openly. I sighed, so long as the dick wasn't Dakota's, I guess it wouldn't be too bad. "Fine, but none of your kinky little toys. Alright?" I asked. "As you wish." Dakota bowed, trying to be professional. "Is it alright if I have an trainee help out? He's still a little wet behind the ears and needs to get used to the more.. exotic of our customers." Dakota smiled, hoping he hadn't offended me too much.

"Go ahead." I awkwardly said. "Thank you." Dakota smiled back, he swiped the card again and let a young, nervous looking stallion in.

The stallion was handsome, but was probably no older than seventeen. The majority of his body was black, although his nose, hands and hooves were a nice silver cooler. He had been groomed frequently and for his age, he had quite a bit of muscle on him. He kept his head down as he walked into the room, trying to avoid my observing gaze. His eyes were a light blue color.

The horse wasn't exactly dressed for the job, he was shirtless and was showing off chiseled abs and a six pack to make even a body builder jealous. He had a white bow tie around his neck, probably Dakota's idea to make the guests feel important. He had tight black jeans on that made him walk un-comfortably, nevertheless they showed off the muscles beneath the stallion's jeans. I whistled to tease the poor boy, he blushed and rubbed his arm.

"What's your name?" I asked, wanting to scope out the employee. The stallion hesitated, but spoke to me. "My name is Sodom." He said introducing himself, Dakota shot him a look. "Sir!" Sodom added. Sodom looked at me for a second, but then spoke. I smiled. "Well then Sodom. Would you like to start?" I asked. "I'm not running this massage, Jinx." Sodom came across as aggressive, but he covered his mouth when he noticed his mistake. "Sodom! How dare you address the customer by their name, it is always sir, madame or their last name. Understand? "Dakota shouted. Sodom flinched and looked away from Dakota. "Dakota. That's quite enough, he can call me what he wants." I smiled at Sodom to let him know that I was on his side. "Thank you, Mr. Kepi." Sodom said without smiling. "How do you know my name?" I asked. "Dakota speaks about you a lot." Sodom answered, oblivious to the fact that Dakota might not want me to know that. I ignored it and carried on.

"Come here, Sodom." I ordered, Sodom did as he was told, but still kept his head down, trying not to look at all. "Un-dress me." I commanded. "What!?" Sodom cried, he stepped backwards. "Sodom! Do as your asked." Dakota snapped quickly. Once again Sodom flinched, but did as I had asked. "Dakota could you get everything ready for the massage?" I asked. Dakota nodded and walked over to the tray to set up.

Sodom had no idea where to start with me, he went to get my jeans off, but then went for my jumper instead. In the end I laughed and instructed him step by step. "Why don't you take off my jumper first?" I asked. "Okay." Sodom stuttered, he quickly got my jumper off of me, but failed miserably in the first attempt. When he had got it off of me, he starred awkwardly at what I was wearing underneath. "Take it off then." I scowled. Sodom once again rushed to get me out of my shirt, when he was done I got my jeans off on my own. "Would you like a towel to wear?" Sodom asked, he was looking directly at my pant's zipper. "No thank you, I think I'd like this done whilst I'm naked. Y'know, just to treat you and Dakota." I winked. Sodom blushed again and looked away from me. I got out of my boxers on my own, I was used to sexually teasing guys, so all of the sexual talk and touching hadn't really turned me on. I lay down on the bed with my legs spread about, so that Dakota and Sodom could clearly see my tail hole.

Sodom was blushing extremely, so I decided to roll over to make everything less awkward for him. After much thorough discussion with Dakota, Sodom walked over to me with hot rocks and placed one on my back. I hissed in pain as the searing rock touched me, but nevertheless when the pain subsided, it was relaxing. I slacked all of my muscles and closed my eyes, using my arms as a fuzzy pillow.

Sodom carried on adding more rocks to my back until he ran out, the young stallion anxiously walked around. "Umm.. Dakota? What do I do now?" Sodom asked. Dakota groaned and mumbled something, "Leave the rocks there for a minute or two, come and get some of the oil and you can help me give him a full body massage." Sodom nodded and walked over to the tray to prepare everything.

If I played my cards right, maybe I could an extra special 'massage.'

"Please hurry up, wouldn't want to waste what time we have."

Chapter 3

Jinx's P.O.V

Dakota came over to me first, his expression still neutral despite the fact that I was lying in front of him naked. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Do you not like me anymore?" I asked, gesturing towards his groin. Dakota blushed, but didn't say anything. I decided to give up with him for now, since he knew all of my tricks. Sodom however...

"How old are you, Sodom?" I asked, smirking up at Dakota. "Nineteen, sir." Sodom replied. I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling too much. "If I was to roll over once you've finished with the massage, would I get one on my front as well?" I asked. "If you want me to give it to you." Sodom replied, naive to the fact that what he just said could be twisted around a dark corner. "Oh, yes please." I winked, even though no one was looking at me.

Sodom and Dakota started taking the hot rocks off of my back and placed them back where they came from. I then heard Dakota and Sodom dunk their hands into water for a few seconds before walking back over to me. I felt a towel drape itself around my ass, covering me to make us all less uncomfortable. "You really don't like me, do you?" I asked to neither of the two. "I do like you, but I don't think Sodom appreciates seeing back balls." Dakota joked.

The two of us stopped joking about. "Are we allowed to massage your feet?" Sodom asked, trying to sound professional. "Sure, so long as you worship them." I answered.

I heard Dakota and Sodom squeeze some oil onto their hands and then rub it in. A few seconds later, small jets of massage oil streamed down onto my feet, arching off between my toes and pads. The oil was warm and relaxing.

Getting down on their knees, Dakota and Sodom held my paws in their hands by wrapping their fingers around the top of my paws and lightly pressing on my paw pads with their thumbs. They took care not to apply too much pressure as they worked every part of my paws. Slowly, they began by rubbing the softer fur between my pads.

With every arch in my foot or whenever they got back to the heel, they changed the angle, so that it wasn't too uncomfortable. The feel of my pads weren't great and I knew that all too well. They were rough and flaking in places, I felt embarrassed to even let them see the bottom of my paw. Nevertheless, they still glided over my paw pads whilst still relaxing me.

"How are you feeling?" Dakota asked in a smooth voice. The way he spoke made him seem like a different person all together, maybe it was because he was, so focused. "I'm fine. How are you feeling?" I asked. "Well your feet smell about." Dakota joked. "Say anything more and I'll shove them down your throat." I laughed. "So in 6 months you got engaged and developed a foot fetish?" Dakota smiled. "One of those is a lie." I replied. "So you're not engaged?" Dakota asked, still joking. "Someone seems optimistic." I stuck my tongue out. Whilst Dakota and I were joking about, Sodom just carried on working away as if nothing had happened.

When the two of them had finally finished massaging my paws, I felt two pairs of hands stroking from my ankles all the way up to my thighs along the back of my legs. They made sure to not pull up any of my fur and their hands always moved towards my heart, never away. With both hands, they applied light pressure to my calves as they eased into the real massage.

After a minute or less of that technique, they both moved onto to kneading my muscle, releasing all of the stress and pressure. Then they moved upwards onto my thighs, repeating the process. "This is where it gets a little sexual. Who do you want to work your glutes?" Dakota asked. "Sodom please." I answered, I felt bad about making the young stallion touch me there, but it was better than Dakota doing it. "Okay. I'll work your back for you." Dakota answered.

Sodom slowly removed the towel from around my waist and reached out with both hands. Firmly, he grasped my buttocks and stroked them. I looked backwards and saw him looking at my tail hole. "Do you like what you see?" I asked. "Dakota 's been in there a few times. Apparently it feels great." I joked. Sodom blushed, but carried on with what he was doing.

With his thumbs, he lightly pressed into the flab and made circular motions, being careful to avoid the area around my tail hole. "So how has life been?" Dakota asked as Sodom made sure he'd touched almost every part of my buttocks. "Great. Have you tried 'Ivian spices' yet?" I asked. "Is it a restaurant?" Dakota asked. "Yeah, it's in the city center. The food there is great." I added. "I'll make sure to take someone there today then, if I can find anyone." Dakota joked. "I'm sure you will." I smiled. "Just don't go tonight, I think Morty wants to take me there." I said. "Fair enough." Dakota answered, but he sounded offended.

Sodom moved onto kneading as Dakota started to massage my back. He started stroking from the bottom of my back all the way up to my neck, once again making sure to not ruffle my fur. He placed both hands parallel to each other on either sides of my spine, I tried to keep my tail to the side, so that I wouldn't knock Sodom or Dakota's hands. He slowly worked his way up my back, kneading the muscle and relieving tension.

Even though Sodom was feeling incredibly awkward, Dakota took his time. He spend a lot of time working the lower muscles of my back. Suddenly he pressed sharply into my skin, but released straight after. It felt surprisingly good, so when he carried on moving further up my back I didn't respond. Finally after several minutes Dakota moved onto my shoulders. He used the same techniques and after another minute, I felt as if I was going to fall asleep.

"Could you roll over please?" Dakota asked. "We need to move onto your arms." He explained. "Of course." I smiled. As I rolled over, I saw a look of worry cover Dakota's face. I tried to see what he was looking about, but I didn't pick anything that was particularly wrong with my chest. "Who did this to you?" Dakota asked quickly. "Sodom, leave." Dakota snapped. Sodom quickly walked out of the room, without even drying off his hands with a towel.

"Did what?" I asked with confusion. "There's a big, ugly bruise on the side of your stomach, I can see it from here and I haven't even moved your fur." Dakota answered. "Oh. That." I sighed, I had tried to ignore it since it showed up and I'd done well until now. I tried to come up with an excuse. "It must be from when my Dad hit me 6 months ago." I answered. "Jinx. That was on the other side of your body and this bruise looks way too fresh to be that old. I'll ask again, who is responsible?"

I tried looking away from him, I didn't want him to know let alone get involved. "Jinx, if you don't tell me now. I will call the police, and they will find out." Dakota threatened. "I don't want to tell you his name, you'll just fight with him and end up getting hurt." I tried to explain. "Thanks for narrowing it down. Besides, why do you care about me getting hurt?" Dakota asked. "You're not as bad as I made myself believe." I admitted. "Thank you." Dakota coughed to clear his throat.

"Jinx, did Morty do this to you?" Dakota asked. "No, he never intends to hurt me." I answered. "So he hits you sometimes?" Dakota asked, he put a hand on my shoulder to reassure me. I didn't answer. "Look Jinx, I'm going to go and get you something to eat. Clean yourself off and have a drink of wine or two, then when I get back. I'll ask you again. If you don't answer, I'll call the police." Dakota warned. With that, he got up and swiped his key card to get out of the room.

Suddenly, the romantic mood of this room had gone. Although no one would hear, I spoke "Please don't ruin everything again, please."

Chapter 4

Jinx's P.O.V

I sat back down on the bed, my fur devoid of oil and my glass of wine empty. I was completely clothed again, but I had a feeling they might be coming off again later. How was I supposed to answer him? I couldn't tell them that Morty was responsible and he must have regretted it because he had paid for this spa treatment today, well tried to anyway. But if I lied to him, someone else would be in trouble for it. On the other hand, if I didn't answer him the police would get involved and that wouldn't look too good. I heard the door open again and Dakota walked in.

Maybe it was just the candle light or something, but suddenly Dakota didn't look like a playboy alcoholic who was desperate to get his ex-boyfriend back. The fire in his emerald eyes had switched back on and his fur had got its color back. In the half an hour he'd been away, he'd combed it through quickly and sorted out his hair.

He'd also washed his face and although his black eye was still there, he'd tried his best to cover it with his fur. His tail wasn't so wild anymore and he didn't stink of beer, instead he had sprayed a strong deodorant over himself. The smell was overpowering and clung to the inside of my nostrils. His ears were up and his tail wasn't between his legs. Apparently he'd also hoped into the shower briefly, because the color in his fur was back.

Dakota laid the tray down on the bed, it had a small cheese sandwich on it and Dakota clearly hadn't made it because it was perfectly in tact. There was half an orange and a glass of water as well. Dakota lay down sat down next to me on the bed and put a hand on my leg. "Do you want to eat before you answer me?" He asked. "Yes please." I said quietly. "I thought you said that you were going to make me a sandwich." I said, as he passed me the tray. I put the glass of water down on the floor and took a bite of the sandwich. "I said I'd get you one, not make you own." Dakota smiled. He noticed his smile was lost on me and dropped the attempt to play it nice.

"Did Morty hit you?" He asked again. I almost choked on my sandwich. "He didn't mean to make me bruise." I answered with the first thing that came into my head, although I had just answered Dakota's question. "So he has hit you before?" Dakota asked. "Yes. I make him mad sometimes." I admitted. Dakota put his hand under my jumper and shirt, "May I take a look at your body again?" Dakota asked. I nodded and let Dakota take them off.

He started running a finger through my fur, inspecting for other cuts or bruises. Every time he touched one, I would flinch and he would make sure to check that area even more. "6 bruises, Jinx. Six." Dakota stated. "How many times has Morty hit you this year?" Dakota asked again. "I don't know. Whenever I piss him off or don't do something right." I answered. "Okay. Has he ever beat you?" Dakota asked. I didn't answer.

Dakota reached for his mobile. "Twice!" I cried out to stop him. "When and why?" Dakota asked suddenly, he grabbed my arms furiously making me drop my sandwich. "When I donated too much to charity and when I started complaining about the men and women who came over to our, his house to...see him." I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I couldn't cry in front of Dakota. I expected Dakota to pick up his phone and call the police then and there, but instead he just hugged me.

He pulled me in closely and buried my head into his fur. I felt like a child being looked after by their mother. I scrunched my arms up in front of me, keeping Dakota and I separated. He kept his chin off of my shoulder and wrapped his tail around me to stop me from leaving. "Has he ever forced you to do something you didn't want to do?" Dakota asked.

'Has he ever, raped you?' is what Dakota really wanted to know.

My heart stopped and it felt as if all of the air had suddenly rushed out of my lungs. The words were such a shock that it felt literally impossible for me to cry now. "No." I said quickly. "That answer was too sudden. Has he ever forced you to do something you didn't want to do?" Dakota asked again. I nodded without raising my face out of Dakota's fur. "Like what?" Dakota asked. I didn't answer. "Touch me exactly where he touched you." Dakota ordered, he took my hand in his and let me guide him. "Not everything he forces me to do is bad." I corrected him.

"Some examples, please?" Dakota asked.

"Well this spa treatment and the restaurant we're going to tonight. Those two are good, right?" I asked. The fierceness had left Dakota's eyes now.

"Jinx. Morty didn't pay for the spa treatment." Dakota answered. "Oh. How much do you want for it?" I asked. "No, what I mean is. He doesn't know and he didn't request it." Dakota corrected himself. "Who did then?" I asked. "I did." Dakota answered.

I pushed away from Dakota immediately, "Fuck you. You creep." I spat. I stormed towards the door, I didn't care if Dakota was trying to help me or anything like that, I just wanted to get away from him now. "Wait!" He cried. I slammed straight into the door, remembering it was locked and that only an employee could open it. "Open this door!" I shouted.

"No." Dakota replied, he still hadn't gotten off of the bed. "Sit back down, or I'll call the police." Dakota warned. "Go ahead. Then I can explain how you kidnapped me!" I shouted. "And I'll explain how your soon to be husband beats and rapes you!" Dakota shouted back. I gave up trying to speak to Dakota and stormed over to the wine bottle that was still on the side.

I pulled the wine bottle off of the table and knocked a glass over by mistake. The glass shattered, its crystal shards spraying out in an invisible explosion. A few shards hit me here and there, but none of them hit me in any vital places. The pain only made me angrier.

I started to see red and threw the wine bottle directly at Dakota. Fortunately, my aim has always been terrible. The bottle smashed on the side of the bed, but a few crystals hit his leg and dug deep. He cried in pain and lurched over. "Dakota!" I cried. "I'm so sorry." I was at his side in a second, but to my surprise he wasn't too bothered.

He got straight back up and bothered more about my own wounds. "Jinx your face is bleeding." He pointed out. As I was desperately trying to stay on the bed, he was trying to get up to look at the blood coming from my face. "Your leg is covered in blood and glass." I snapped. "Head wounds bleed more and have a higher chance of being fatal." He said. "Give me your card. I'll go and get help." I said. "But what if you become faint and pass out when you go down the stairs?" Dakota asked. "Dakota please, don't argue with me." I snapped. He held out his card without another word. I took it and rushed out of the room.

Chapter 5

Jinx's P.O.V

3 hours later, 4PM

Dakota had already gone home and had given himself a few days off work. I was waiting in the carpet for Morty to show up, but it was more like I was waiting for the limousine he'd hired for me. The doctors had dismissed us quickly, after checking us both over and removing the glass. Fortunately, neither of us had any fatal wounds what so ever. The glass had merely grazed my head, so nothing more than some disinfectant was needed for me. Dakota's leg had been hit by a lot of glass, but nothing had punctured a vein or gone too deep. His leg had been wrapped in a bandage and disinfectant before Seth picked Dakota up and took him home.

Dakota and I had lied to the police as well, all they knew was that I was incredibly clumsy and had bad aim. They thought that I had thrown the bottle for Dakota to catch and had missed completely, they also thought that I had gotten my wounds by knocking over the glass.

A limousine pulled up on the pavement in front of me, it was for me. I didn't look at who was driving, no doubt it was some fancy posh person who Morty had hired. I got straight into the middle section and sat down, expecting a butler or someone to thrust wine into my face. But instead, no wine was flung at me. "Good afternoon, Jinx." Morty smiled at me as he sipped his own glass of wine.

The brown, muscular wolf was sitting on the other side of the limousine smiling at me. "Hello, Morty." I smiled back, although it was faked. I didn't know how to feel about seeing him, I was overjoyed by the fact that he was here for me, but worried by what Dakota had pointed out. Did I truly love and trust this man? "Where were you?" Morty asked. "I was worried." He lied. "I was having a spa treatment when I accidentally smashed some glass and got a little, well cut up." I lied back. "I hope that you're planning on suing the man in charge there." Morty smirked. "I'd love to see his face when you do." Morty joked. "Not at all, it was my fault and the spa treatment was great." I said, taking Morty's smile off of his face.

"How much did it cost?" He growled. "Nothing. When I got myself hurt, they paid me back every penny to make sure I didn't sue them." I lied again. "Good. Why don't you sue them? Get some more money." Morty asked. "I couldn't do that." I smiled. "You can and you will." Morty commanded. "No I won't." I pouted, crossing my arms and glaring at him. Morty growled and would have gotten out of his chair if the car wasn't in motion.

"The person giving you a massage didn't hurt you or touch you in a special way did he?" Morty asked. "No. I put a towel over myself as soon as I got undressed and wore underwear, I didn't let him touch my feet or anywhere else." I lied knowing full well that I didn't and that Sodom had touched my ass, I planned to have let him gone even further if Dakota hadn't noticed the bruising. "Good." Morty sat back down. "We're going to 'Ivian spices' for dinner tonight and then we're going home where I'm going to surprise you." Morty explained. "I look forward to it." I lied, I didn't want to spend the night with Morty and I didn't want to go to 'Ivian spices,' well not with him at least.

Morty stopped speaking to me after that and picked up a magazine, its pages were probably filled with men and women who made Morty happy. Probably the same men and women who Morty would hire of a night for himself. But it was all 'just a warm up' for the hours in bed we'd spend together, with me making him happy.

We pulled up outside of 'Ivian spices' and I was helped out of the limousine by no one, as per usual. Morty lead the way in, not even bothering to put an arm around me. "Jinx. Our reservation is a table for two. They already know what I've ordered for us." Morty said quickly. "I'm just going to get you some wine." Morty added. "Red please." I requested. "White." Morty growled. "White wine." I quickly corrected myself.

Morty smiled and was about to walk off to order the drinks when he caught a fox looking me up and down. He instantly pulled me under his arm, almost making me trip over my own feet. I clung onto Morty to stop myself from falling. I gave Morty a look, but he was too busy growling at the wolf who had looked at me.

The wolf pushed past us without another look and walked inside of 'Ivian spices.' Morty let go of me when the wolf was out of sight. "If he even looks at you in there, tell me." Morty growled. I nodded, not wanting to annoy him even more. Morty walked off this time, leaving me to seek out our table.

Our tables were in the corner, in a dark, quiet corner of the restaurant. It all smelt of exotic spices that must have cost a fortune to import. The table was made of marble entirely and the seats might have been the same underneath the red and black leather cover. The seats looked extremely modern; because we were in a corner they had created more of a bench than a seat. I looked at the table and saw that it was reserved for a Mr. Anx. I sat down and put my head in my hands.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Dakota had said to me, it was if he had woken me up from a dream and thrown me into a nightmare. Morty had seemed so nice, but now that Dakota had pointed out the little things, everything Morty did made him seem aggressive and dangerous. Had he always been so controlling? No, he was just trying to protect and look after me, I was important to him.

I was broken out of my thoughts by Morty sitting on the other side of the table to me. He handed me a glass of sparkling white wine and for himself he'd bought himself a glass of red wine. To be honest, I wasn't really in the mood for alcohol, especially because I'd hit my friend with a whole bottle of it. I made the wine wish around in the glass without spilling over the side.

Morty took the glass away from his face, his eyes were fixed on me. "Is there something on my face?" I asked. I tried looking in my glass, but nothing seemed wrong. "What's wrong, Jinx?" Morty asked, ignoring my previous question. He shuffled around to me until he we were in touching distance. He waited for my answer. "What's wrong?" He asked with a growl this time, I didn't have an answer. I couldn't tell him about what I was thinking. He grabbed my arm making me jerk my head up in shock.

His grip was strong and kind of painful and, was he gritting his teeth? "Was it that fox?" Morty asked. Was he talking about Dakota? My heart skipped a beat, but I soon realized he was talking about the one I had bumped into to. "No, no. He hasn't done anything." I quickly said. "Yeah right, I saw the way he looked at you. Un-dressing you with his eyes, Jinx. A sick fuck like him doesn't even deserve to look at you. Who knows what he would do if he could get you alone." Morty growled.

'Like you've done' I thought to myself.

"I wouldn't let him, You'd stop him. Wouldn't you?" I asked trying to change the subject slowly. "Yeah I would. No one's going to hurt you whilst I'm around, got it?" Morty asked. I nodded, there was no use saying no. "Come here. I want a hug from you." Morty commanded. I did as I was told and put my arms under his, he put his arms around my body and pulled me in.

I could feel him breathing down my neck, before that would have made me feel secure, but now I felt uncomfortable. I didn't know who to blame, myself for letting it happen? Morty for doing it? Dakota for pointing it out? Before I could go back into the realm of thought, Morty turned me around, so that I wasn't facing him. He put his arms around his waist as I sat on his lap, "The food will be here in a while, close your eyes. It'll be fine." Morty smiled.

Funny, those last three words were what everyone would say to me whenever something bad was going to happen.

Nevertheless, I put my head back down on his shoulder and relaxed. He let me put my hands on his and didn't mind when I started shuffling.

"Miss?" A voice asked. I opened my eyes to see a female squirrel looking at me, my food was on the table and Morty was nowhere in sight. The woman had brown fur and a large bushy table behind her. Her hair was brown as well and had been curled numerous times to get the bouncy , energetic look it had. Her eyes were brown as well.

She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white shirt that had pens clipped into her pocket. She had just set the food down on our table and was wiping her hands on her jeans.

"Are you here alone? This place isn't for sleeping and this table is reserved for a Mr. Anx and Kepi." The squirrel squeaked. Had I actually fallen asleep? I didn't know which to be more annoyed by, the fact that I had been ditched by Morty or that I had been mistaken for a female again.

"Sorry Miss, but I am Mr. Kepi. Sorry, sometimes I look a little feminine." I apologized. "No, no, no. It's alright, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." The woman said quickly. "It's alright. Really, thank you." I smiled as the squirrel hurried off.

I looked at the food Morty had ordered for me, it looked fairly Vedish for a Ivian restaurant. Maybe he'd requested it specially made just for me? The meat in front of me was a big slab of what I thought was steak. It was complemented by a side of bread sticks and a dip of some green sauce that overwhelmed my nose. I pushed it to one side, the last thing I wanted to do was eat that goop. There were also a selection of different looking herbs that all smelt of different things. One smelt sweet, where as another was too spicy for me.

I wolfed down the bread sticks without another thought along with the sweeter herbs, but I left the spicy food and the slab of meat. Before I could decide on what to eat next, someone sat down in front of me. "Welcome back, Morty." I smiled without looking up. "Do I really look him?" Dakota asked.

My head shot up to look at Dakota, I didn't know if I was imagining things or if he was there in the flesh. "Dakota?" I asked taking in every little detail about him. There was no way it could be him, he looked different since I last saw him, but the fire in his eyes was there. "Jinx." Dakota smiled. I was more concerned than happy to see Dakota in a place where Morty was.

He looked handsome, his hair had been done nicely and he was wearing fancy clothes. A black t-shirt that had been un-buttoned at the top to show off some skin with a pair of black skinny jeans that I had worn around him a lot. Were they mine?

"Why are you here?!" I asked sharply. "To see you. Our last conversation ended rather, abruptly." He chuckled. "But what about Morty?" I asked. "A fox did something he didn't like on the way in here, he might think you're him." I explained. "But I am, so he will think that." Dakota confessed. "Why!?" I hissed. "I couldn't help looking at you." Dakota laughed. "You look like an ornament next to Morty. A toy." Dakota pointed out. "I'm not his toy, I don't belong to him." I spat. "Is that why he pulled you under his arm twice whenever he felt his little kitty was in danger of speaking to someone other than him?" Dakota asked. "He just doesn't want me to get hurt or molested." I said. "Is that why he-" "Don't even bring it up!" I shouted, the whole restaurant tried to look at us. "Leave. Now. I've had enough of your bullshit for one day."

"Really?" Dakota asked, he got out of the seat and walked around to me. "See you later then. Try not to get raped tonight." Dakota stuck out his tongue and walked off without another word.

As soon as Dakota was out of my field of view, I saw Morty standing at the door to the bathroom, looking at me. He'd seen all of that. He stormed over, I quickly devised a way to come up with an excuse to what he'd seen. He grabbed my arm and forced me up to my feet. "What was that?" He growled. "He was just speaking to me." I explained. "Who was he? Was he the one who looked at you?" Morty asked. "Yes, I dated him before I dated you." I said. "Dakota?!" Morty growled. I nodded, "Where is he?" Morty spun around almost forgetting that he was holding me.

Morty scanned the whole restaurant looking for any sign of Dakota. "He's gone already. I told him to go home." I said. "Good. How far have you two ever been?" He asked. "Not as far as we've gone." I answered. "Too vague. How far? Has he ever hurt you, treated you badly?" He asked. "No, not all. He was just a bit controlling sometimes. He never meant to hurt me in anyway." I lied, well the part about Dakota being controlling was a lie. He had been kind to me, until the last hours of our relationship. How could something so perfect turn to shit so quickly?

"Have you drunk your wine yet?" Morty asked. What a strange question. "No. I haven't, why?" I asked. "It was expensive. Drink." Morty picked up my glass and forced it to my lips. I hardly had time to get a breathe in, he just pushed it to my lips and forced the cold liquid down my throat. Drops spilled out of my mouth onto the floor. In the end I pushed the glass away.

"What was wrong with the steak?" Morty asked. "I just don't like big slabs of meat." I admitted. "So no more deep throat?" Morty asked. "Maybe." I winked. "Come on. Let's go home." Morty smiled.

Morty held my hand as he walked me out of the restaurant, leaving our food and his wine behind. "Do you want to cuddle in the limo?" He asked. "Yes please."

Chapter 6

Jinx's P.O.V

Morty didn't stop making contact with me until we got to the bedroom. There he let go of my hips and let me flop down onto my bed to unwind. Despite the fact that I spent most of my days sitting in the bedroom, I loved looking at what Morty had done to the room.

The walls had become a light grey color since I moved in and all thought the color was bland, it was relaxing. The ceiling was flat and white, but the carpet was dark blue. The carpet wasn't the greatest thing, it was short and rough in my opinion. The bed was king sized and if I knew that Morty was going through stress, I'd be waiting for him there. Our bed sheets were black and the mattress had been specially made to be as comfortable for both of us. We had two pillows each, although I would steal one of Morty's when he wasn't looking. 'Pillow thief' he would joke.

Morty was an avid reader, like I was, so we owned a bookshelf that stretched up to the ceiling. It was crammed with best selling novels and interesting triologys. In earlier days, the two of us would sit on the bed and read together. I was a faster reader than Morty, so I sit around for a few seconds waiting for Morty to turn the page. Morty didn't believe in having a TV in a bedroom, so books had always been the main form of entertainment.

Morty liked to keep our wardrobes separate, so we had two on the opposite side of the room. Morty's was filled with formal clothes and suits, where as mine was mainly casual. Morty didn't approve too much of me wearing things like skirts, panties and blouses; he'd say that he fell in love with a man, not a woman. Which was a lie, since at first Morty thought I was in fact female.

I started feeling drowsy, I didn't even want to get up to get changed now, I just wanted sleep. "Hey Jinx. How about that surprise?" Morty asked. He held my sides and kissed my back. The way he spoke and moved made it obvious that he wanted me now. "Maybe tomorrow morning. I'm tired." I yawned. "I'll wake up up then." Morty growled. "Did you get me a valentines present?" Morty asked. "I did. I must have left it at the hotel. I'll get it for you tomorrow." I promised. "Yeah right." Morty spat. "You're going to make it up to me. Tomorrow morning. I have an angry customer from the hotel in town, so I promised him a little bit more than a refund. He's going to fuck you, and you're going to agree to it." Morty ordered. "No!" I cried out. "Yes." Morty corrected me. I turned around, so that I was facing Morty.

Looks of disgust covered both of our faces. Disgust from the fact that Morty was making me do such a thing and disgust from the fact that I was 'disobeying'. I shuffled backwards along the bed until I couldn't retreat any further. "Please don't make me do this." I begged. "I don't care. It's not your choice." Morty argued. "You don't own me, you can't just give me away as some sort of compensation." I shouted.

Morty leaned over the bed and held me down with a single hand. "I pay for this house. I payed for your food. I pay for everything you need to survive. What do you do? You just sit around all day waiting for me like a pet. You will do this for me." Morty commanded. "I won't." I argued. Morty gave up trying to argue and gripped my arm, he pulled out of bed and let me fall onto the floor.

I hit the floor face down, I didn't even have the energy to put my hand out to stop myself. Morty got on top of me and twisted an arm behind my back. He wasn't holding back and it felt is if my arm was about to be pulled out of its socket. "Please!" I begged. "Let me go!" I whimpered. "You will do this for me. Or, you can get out on the street. Right after you pay me back everything I've given you." Morty spat. "I don't have that kind of money." I cried. "Well then, you can pay it off by being that man's bitch. One night only." Morty commanded. "Or I could just bend your arm back more?" Morty threatened. "Fine!" I cried, Morty instantly released my arm and let me go.

I rolled over, tears streaming from my eyes. "Oh stop crying bitch." Morty spat, "Get up." Morty ordered. I tried to get up, but it felt as if my muscles weren't responding. Morty didn't ask again, the next thing I felt was his fist connecting with my jaw. My head violently snapped to the side, hitting the floor once again. "Get up or I'll hit you again." Morty said.

Despite the fact that I couldn't get up at all, Morty wasn't exactly helping. I struggled to get up once again and when I finally felt as if I was close to standing up, Morty hit me again and again. The places were he hit me varied, probably to keep things 'interesting', such as my chin, my arm, my stomach and my legs. By the end of it, my body was bruised and bloodied. "Are we done here?" Morty asked. I nodded and curdled up into a little ball on the floor. "Good. Get up and get in bed, or you can sleep on the floor for the whole night." Morty spat. "I'm sleeping in the living room, you're sleeping in here. I'll wake you up when your best friend is here." Morty said. With that, he walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

I stayed on the floor for a few more minutes, sobbing into the carpet and trying to regain my strength. It took a while, but when I could, I got to my feet and limped over to the door. My whole body ached, I hoped he hadn't broken anything major. Dakota was definitely right now, before the other two reasons could be justified, but this? This was more than outrageous. Who knows what he would have carried onto to do if I hadn't agreed sooner. I shuddered just thinking about it.

I tried opening the door, but Morty had been smart enough to lock it. I would bang on it, but that would mean he would come up and give me hell for making too much noise. I leaned on the bed, I didn't really have much of a choice now; I'd have to do what Morty wanted me to do. But after that? I was gone. Nothing he could do would make up for this shit. I took off my jumper and folded it before taking off my slutty shirt as well and folding that as well, I walked over to the dresser and put them on top to keep things neat.

I then took of my jeans and just let them drop to the floor, tiredness had once again taken over. I groaned and limped over to the bed. Flopping down onto the soft bed, I pulled in the duvet to cover myself. I hated having my limbs out from under the covers, it just felt like I was being indecent. Morty would call me stupid because I was still wearing boxers, but only when Morty wasn't in a horny mood.

I put my head down on the pillow, but in truth I was afraid of sleep. It was a tool that was essential, but rendered its user vulnerable to others, the dark and their own imagination. I would have cried if there were any tears left inside of me.

'Dreams are dreams and they are right, but wrong. Reality is reality and it is wrong, but right.'

Suddenly, there was a pair of warm, friendly arms around my waist to keep me safe. "Good night Jinx." Dakota whispered into my ears. "No, it's not a good night. I'm leaving you behind." I explained. "Don't be philosophical with me, please." Dakota could hardly get the word 'philosophical' out of his mouth. "But philosophy is what makes us, us." I said. "I suppose so ." Dakota smiled. "But you know you'll never leave me, and I'll never leave you." Dakota added. "Of course I won't leave you. Ever. You're too kind to me."

Dakota shuffled around behind me, was he too cold? Without wanting an answer, I rolled over to face him and wrapped the duvet around him to keep him warm. I put my arms under his and got close to him. We were both wearing boxers, but it felt as if he was touching all parts of my body, with all parts of his. There was no way we could be closer together.

He rubbed the side of my neck with his muzzle, telling me that he loved me without words. I kissed the side of his face passionately, leaving a warm feeling behind and a sweet memory. I could feel my member becoming hard. We were yet to do anything sexual though, maybe it was the tension building up between us. We both wanted it, but Dakota didn't want to hurt me at all, to him even the smallest amount pain he inflicted on me was a knife to the neck.

"Touch me." Dakota whispered. "Where?"I asked. "It's your choice." Dakota answered. I did as he asked and touched his bare chest, just beside his right nipple. Without saying anything Dakota did the same. The feeling of his hand, which was something I felt everyday, felt strange. It made my heart beat faster, but when his touch wasn't there, my heart felt like it was missing a vital piece.

I moved my hand downwards towards his advancing member, I couldn't go to sleep without doing this now. Dakota caught my hand is if I had done something wrong, "Before we go further. Tell me, do you parents know about us?" He asked.

'Forgiveness is the final form of love.'

"Do your parents know about us?" I snapped, slamming the door to his expensive four by four. "No!" Dakota cried, he got out of the driver seat to try to stop me from walking away from him by getting in front of me. "Then why did you do it?!" I shouted. "Why did you fuck it all up for us?" I asked with tears in my eyes. Dakota clutched my hands, but didn't come closer to me. "They needed to know." Dakota answered.

I pulled my hands out of Dakota's and tried to go the other way. "Then why not tell yours? Why not ask me if it was alright?" I asked. "Because!" Dakota shouted. "Because what? Dakota, I don't want to do this anymore. I've had enough." I cried. "Jinx, so have I. So let's stop arguing, get back in our car and I'll take you home. We can talk about this in bed together." Dakota promised.

"Let me guess, right after we have pity sex?" I snapped. "If you want that. I will bend over in every way possible." Dakota said, but I knew he was lieing. "Don't kid yourself. You always wanted the sex. It didn't matter if I wanted it, if you were horny. I would be on the bottom." I pointed out. "Jinx, you hate it when you're the one giving. You started crying when your barbs made me flinch." Dakota stated, it was true.

"What about all the times I gave you a blow job?" I asked. "If you want me to, I will repay you for all of them when we go home." Dakota promised. "Enough. Enough." I said, putting a hand up to part Dakota and I. "I'm going into town. Go home, I'll be over on the weekend to pick up my stuff." I stated.

"Jinx, you can't go anywhere. Who will you live with?" Dakota asked. "I'll find someone." I spat. "No, don't do this. You'll make me worry too much." Dakota begged. "Shame, I won't worry about you." I said. My words were harsh and coated in venom, Dakota stopped in his tracks and let me walk away from him. Most of me hoped that I would never see him again, but a part of me wanted to turn around and run into his arms. "Come back! Please!" He cried once last time.

Chapter 7

Jinx's P.O.V

I was woken up the slam of the bedroom door. I shot up, my body was numb, but at least I wasn't tired. My eyes hurt from all of the crying I'd done and my pillow was soaked. My dreams had made me cry. That had never happened before. I tried pushing my pillow away from me, whoever the 'customer' was didn't need to see my tears. It was still night time.

I felt a strong hard hand hold my shoulder, "Get off of me Morty." I whimpered. The hand left my shoulder, but only to be replaced by a voice. "My name isn't Morty." A man said. His voice was deep, low and powerful. I turned around to see a tiger, no older than I was standing at the end of the bed observing me.

The most ominous thing about him was that he was naked from head to toe, proudly showing off his kitty cock; that was probably about to be inside of me. His orange and black stripes covered all of him apart from his chest, groin and neck. Those parts of his body were a light yellow color that leaned towards being cream, the color blended nicely with his fur. His fur was ragged, but looked fuzzy.

His tail was static behind him as he observed my body, it felt wrong. Although I didn't like my engagement, I didn't like having another man standing in front of me naked. He was all muscle, I hoped he didn't plan on doggy style; he'd crush me. "I'm very sorry." I apologized. "It's all right little kitty. Has Morty told you about the arrangement?" The tiger asked. I nodded, "Do you agree though?" He added. "No. I don't want this at all." I spat. "Good. Will I have to get the whip and a bit of bondage to make you obey?" The tiger asked. I shook my head violently, I'd enough things holding me down or hurting me in my life. The tiger smiled and touched my shoulder again with a flick of his large hand.

"How would you like to be fucked?" The tiger asked as he wrapped his arms around me in a way Morty would, I kept my arms down to discourage him. "Slowly, gently and with a dildo."I spat. "Get up. Now." The tiger commanded. I did as I was told, the last thing I wanted was to be punched by this guy. As soon I was off the bed he pushed me against the wall and lifted my leg up and held it with a hand. He instantly shoved his cock into me, forcing it deep into me.

"Ahh!" I cried out as his cock went as far as it could instantly. I scrunched up my face to try to bare it, but it was if the tiger was enjoying my cries. He gripped my leg tightly and with his free arm gripped my head as he fucked me. His cock felt amazing, but hurt a lot. The tiger gritted his teeth and focused, wanting to get into a rhythm that I didn't enjoy.

His balls slapped against my ass as he tried pushing deeper. Despite the fact that it felt like I was about to rip in two. "How does it feel Kitty, better than anything before?" The tiger asked sarcastically. "Oh yeah, it feels great." I rolled my eyes, trying not to show my emotions.

The tiger slowly let go off my leg allowing me to relax. To make up for it he started pulling out, his barbs raked against my walls. I howled in pain, the tiger laughed and went deeper again. He carried on going, I slowly got used to the pain and started to enjoy the sex slightly. "Is this as fast as you can go?" I teased. The tiger smirked, happy that I was testing him.

The tiger drove deep again and started picking up the pace, his balls slapped against my ass at a faster rate. I couldn't tell who was closer, myself or the tiger who was furiously slamming against my weight. He would have carried on until the next night, but a certain someone came through the door. "Aaron, pull out of Jinx now." Morty commanded.

Despite the fact that both of them were the same size in every way, 'Aaron' obeyed and pulled out. I slumped to the floor, angry to see that Morty had even said my name. The brown wolf stormed over to me and grabbed me by my arm. Pulling me to my feet, he slapped my ass and threw me back onto the bed. "Aaron. When I say wait, I mean wait. You might have broken our toy before the fun could start. Ever been deep throated?" Morty asked suddenly.

"No. Most bitches aren't good enough to take it all at once." Aaron laughed. "Come here, Jinx is great with it." Morty pulled Aaron to stand at the end of the bed in front of me. Morty then when downstairs and came back with a glass of sparkling white wine, the same kind he had ordered for me in the restaurant. Without asking he yet again forced me to drink all of the glass.

Putting the glass on the side, Morty furiously when downstairs and came back with a bottle the wine. He forced the top into my mouth and poured it in. I quickly tried to chug all of it, but found that I was almost choking on the vile liquid. Morty brought the bottle away and put it next to the glass, leaving me to cough and splutter. Was he trying to get me drunk?

Then Morty got a bottle of lube from under the bed seeming to no be bothered by me being sober. He poured some onto his cock and rubbed it all over his length. He lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head, I couldn't help but look at his cock.

We'd had anal together before, but never in a threesome. "Sit on it." Morty growled. It would have been stupid to not listen to Morty, let alone not do as he wanted. I awkwardly walked over to Morty and hovered above his cock, holding it with one hand I lowered myself anxiously until I felt his tip go inside of me. He glided inside of me smoothly, but apparently Morty wanted to get this over with quickly. Suddenly, he grabbed my thighs and forced me down onto his knot. I cried out as his knot jammed inside of my ass.

"Good. Now stay there and don't move until I say so." Morty commanded. Aaron brought his dick close to my face, his member was still dripping with pre from our last quick encounter. "Think about biting him and I'll kill you, got that?" Morty asked. Before I could respond, Aaron forced his cock half way into my mouth taking me by surprise. "Sorry." He laughed, although he was technically raping me, there was truth behind his words.

I ignored the tiger who was trying to make conversation with me and instead just gave him exactly what he wanted, a blowjob. I planned on making this the worst one he had ever received without hurting him for fear that I would suffer as well. I avoided his barbs since I knew that running my tongue along their tips wouldn't be the greatest idea. Instead I held his base in my left and gave it a few rubs every now and again to bring it to a close quickly.

With my right hand I cupped the tiger's balls and jiggled them about causing them to slap against his inner legs. Despite the fact that it was causing the tiger discomfort, he tried to lighten the mood. "You know, you're really good at this Jinx." Aaron complemented me. I couldn't help but blush, however Morty seemed to have another idea in mind. "Don't make the whore feel better, he's just a little bitch who wants to suck dicks all day." Morty spat. He slapped me around the back of head causing me to almost choke on Aaron.

"Woah! Morty calm down, he hasn't doing anything wrong." Aaron exclaimed. Morty shot him a fierce look, but carried on humping me from beneath slowly. "So how does he feel Morty?" Aaron asked. "Terrible, just like usual. He isn't squealing like a pig anymore." Morty scowled. "Well err... Jinx how do we feel?" Aaron asked. I decided to answer Aaron, maybe then he wouldn't speak to me again.

"Well, you're not trying to choke me, so I guess you're alright. When you're raking my mouth out like dirt." I said taking his cock out of my mouth and rubbing all of his length. "Sorry about my barbs, I'd get rid of them if I could. Honest. I guess you have the same problem with Morty?" Aaron asked. "No I haven't really been much more than a giver recently." I admitted.

"Oh, well maybe if you want you can come around my house soon and y'know. I live on 55, Wreath drive. It's not too far from here. I'd pay the same price as Morty is paying you now." Aaron smiled. "I'd like that, but I'm not a prostitute." I scowled. Aaron looked taken back. He stepped backwards, so that I could no longer touch him.

"You're not?" Aaron asked. Morty stopped humping me and it was if the room had fallen completely silent. "No." I repeated. "What made you think that I was?" I asked. "Well Morty said that he was going to sort out a compensation for me. Compensation in sex." Aaron explained. "When I saw you I thought that you were some kind of prostitute." Aaron carried on. "Wait, does this make this rape?" Aaron asked. I nodded and before I could say anything, Aaron was out of the bedroom door and half way downstairs to get changed and leave.

"Come on Jinx. We're not finished, turn around and bounce for me." Morty commanded. I did as I was told.

Turning around I began to rise and fall on Morty's cock, although I couldn't go very far since he'd already swollen up inside of me. It was even more painful than usual, especially when I had to force his knot inside of me and then back out. I started picking up the pace and with each bounce Morty grunted harder and gripped my legs harder. "Hurry up whore!" Morty shouted. Morty gripped onto my ass front in front and squeezed me violently, fortunately his claws didn't dig into my flesh.

I bounced faster and faster, until more and more pre was dripping down along Morty's length and into his fur. Morty forced me down as he came, filling my widened ass with cum. Morty's facial expression changed as soon as our sex was over. I tried to fall on to him, but as soon as his cock was out of my ass he pushed me over back onto the bed.

"Whore." Morty insulted, "Leech, parasite, faggot. Cock sucking bitch." He carried on, the vulgar words coming from his mouth would have been insulting if he put more thought into them. I was too tired to even care, I just curled up as his cum slowly leaked out of my ass and pulled in the covers as if they were a shield. Morty got out of bed, "Get dressed. Put on some night clothes and then get in bed. I'm horny before I got to bed I might treat you with another ride." Morty said. With that, he slipped on boxers and went downstairs leaving me in the darkness.

I couldn't be bothered to move and in the distance I could hear sirens. It wasn't anything different, sirens were sirens. They always came closer, but never stopped nearby. When I was little, I used to be afraid of them. I was worried that they were coming for me since I'd stolen something stupid like a pack of gum or I'd forgotten to go to bed before 10:00. That was another myth my parents would tell me, 'go to bed before 10:00 or the sleep police will arrest you.' I smiled thinking about their lies, but at the same time some hurt me more than others. I longed for the day when my parents would look me in the eyes and speak to me like a normal human being, but now that was never going to happen.

The sirens got closer and closer, before stopping just outside the house. I shot out of bed and peered out of the window. I was right, a patrol car had stopped just outside our door and two officers were getting out. I carried on starring at them taking in their details.

The first was a wolf, a black one. He was big and burly, probably big enough to take on Morty and not get something more serious than a black eye. Speaking of eyes, his appeared to be yellow and heartless. The second was much more cheery, she was a lynx from the look of it. Her fur was a dark yellow, doted with black spots. Her tail's end was black as well.

The police officers knocked on our door and waited, was Morty going to answer them or not? Either way, I should have probably gotten changed. I sluggishly walked over to my wardrobe to get a pair of boxers, but my body gave up half way and slumped onto the bed. It was if my bed was the most comfortable place in the world, I didn't want to move or get up now.

I heard the officers come in, then I heard an exchanging of quick words, a shout and then the click of handcuffs. After that I heard someone coming upstairs. I rushed to get changed, the last thing I wanted was for a police officer to see me naked with an ass still full of cum. I quickly got out of bed and put on a pair of boxers, I didn't care what color. In my rush I managed to trip over and go crashing to the ground.

At that moment, the lynx came through the door. Fortunately I had gotten my boxers on in time, so it wasn't too awkward. "Excuse me sir?" The lynx asked in a soft voice, trying not to look at me. "I'm sorry." I apologized, getting off of the ground and back into bed. I covered my body with my bed sheets and listened to her. "It's all right, you're Mr. Kepi? No?" The lynx asked. "Yes I am." I nodded. "Good. I'm officer Horn. We've received reports from someone who claims to be your friend about domestic violence going on here. Is it true?" The lynx asked. I didn't want to answer her question.

"Look, your husband can't hit you. You can tell me anything." Horn said, trying to coax me into telling her everything. "But he can after he's served his sentence." I corrected her. "True, but you'll be gone by then, won't you?" Horn asked. "I don't have anywhere to go." I answered. "Parents? Friends?" Horn asked. "My parents hate me. Morty didn't exactly like me making too much friends, and those who I used to like have been driven off by him." I answered.

"Well that can't be true; your friend, Dakota told us about this." Horn said. My eyes lit up, but I tried to hide the fact that I was happy to know he'd done that. "He also told us that Morty has left bruises on you. Can I see?" She asked. I shook my head to say no. "I just want to get away from him right now. I'll answer your questions tomorrow, I promise." I said, getting out of bed to get changed into clothes.

"That's all ri-" Horn was cut off by the sound of my body thumping against the floor. "Are you all right?! Please! Answer me!"

Chapter 8

Jinx's P.O.V

I woke back up in an extremely comfortable bed, I was on my side facing a plan white wall. My head wasn't propped up by anything, but was instead lying in a soft pillow that molded around my face. I sat up and looked around, I was clearly in a hospital room. The room was small, only big enough for 1 patient and a few visitors at a time.

There was a large two frame window with its curtains slightly drawn, so that I could still see out. But judging by the bars covering the outside of the window, it was more like a mental asylum than an actual hospital. The carpet on the floor was rougher than my bedroom's carpet, if you scraped your feet along it enough time they'd probably start bleeding. The color was dreadful, a light turquoise color that was borderline mint. The curtains had the unfortunate burden of being the same color as the carpet.

My bed sheets were turquoise as well, I was probably the only dark color in the room to be honest. Fortunately, the hospital had been kind enough to provide me with a nice little green plant, but it looked incredibly fake. There was also a single chair next to my bed, that had a print pushed into it, someone must have been sitting on it. Morty? No, hopefully he was on his way to prison by now.

Aaron? But how would he know, let alone be allowed in? That nice stallion from the spa? Sodom was it? Then again, he didn't really like me. I was left wondering about possibilities when I heard the door to the room open. "Hello, Jinx. Are you awake yet? Of course not. The doctors said you'd be awake by now, guess they were wrong." Dakota said.

I wanted to tell him that I was awake now, but I was curious, so I let him talk to himself more. "How much of that crap did he give you?" Dakota asked to himself. "The doctors thought it was just alcohol, but it's been 7 months and you're still this. Maybe if they'd been quick about they could have given you a counter measure. Please just pull through on your own!" Dakota cried, he slumped down into the chair next to me.

I half expected to see him in his tattered state with a beer in hand, but he'd completely cleaned himself up. I closed my eyes quickly, I needed to think for one. 7 months? Had I been in... in a coma? Had Morty been giving me more than wine? Slipping pills and other junk into my food and drinks without me noticing, it would explain why he had made me drink a bottle of wine before he raped me. He must have known he was going to be arrested, one last crime to top the rest. What if he hadn't been arrested, if the officers hadn't gotten to his house sooner. How far would have he gone exactly? I asked myself.

Dakota clutched onto my hand and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry for leaving your side for so long. They told me that I had to go, but they let me stay in the waiting room all night." Dakota whined. "I'll have to leave again soon, they've stopped your food and water now. Since it's been 7 months and you're still just ones all across the board, all of your machines are gone. You can die now. If you want to." Dakota said, "Please don't." He whispered into my ear.

Dakota started crying hysterically, sobbing into the side of my chest. "He's gone now! He's gone! Locked up for good, you deserved to see his court case. Domestic violence, abuse, rape, sexual harassment, all kinds of vile things." Dakota explained.

"He hung." Dakota laughed into my hear. My heart figuratively stopped. This was too much to take in. I had been in a coma for 7 months, the doctors had given up on me, Dakota had been with me for all of those months and Morty. Morty, the man who I planned to marry had been hung. And Dakota, he liked it. He liked that Morty had been executed.

"Don't join him." Dakota started crying again. "You don't deserve to die." Dakota howled, "They won't let me feed you! They want me to just watch you die, wake up, wake up!" Dakota cried again. I didn't know if I should smile or not, I knew that I was now just pretending to be asleep to tease Dakota. But after all he had said to himself, I don't think I wanted to wake up at all. But I couldn't just let him think I was going to die, he'd die.

I gave his hand a squeeze. "Stop crying, please." I begged. "Jinx?" Dakota asked, he didn't know if I was actually speaking to him. "Yeah?" I asked. Dakota laughed, cried and screamed all at the same time. Words flew from his mouth, insults, complements and strange noises to show his happiness. He embraced me, getting onto the bed and laying on top of me, he didn't care that he shouldn't be touching me. He just wanted to hold me. His tears rolled down onto my back.

"Did you hear everything I've been saying?" Dakota asked. I nodded, "Why did you let them kill him?" I asked. Dakota started laughing and stopped hugging me. "Idiot! Do you really think I was telling the truth?" He asked. "Morty isn't dead, he's in jail for life though if that helps." Dakota answered. "But 7 months of my life have been lost." I whimpered. "It's more like 7 hours. I knew that you were awake and you haven't been in a coma. The doctors never hooked you up to any machines because they knew that you were going to pull through even if they tried to kill you." Dakota explained, dispelling the lies he'd weaved. "Morty tried to drug you so that you wouldn't wake up for weeks, but he failed miserably. The dose was too weak to do any damage, it knocked you out after a while though." Dakota pointed out. "That's great!" I cried, I started hugging Dakota.

"You can thank me later. But thank me now for bringing you clothes, so that you didn't have to wear a hospital gown. Mostly because I didn't want to be tempted by looking at your ass for so long." Dakota laughed. "Thanks?" I said sarcastically. I looked down to see that I was in fact wearing a pair of black jeans that were tight around my thighs and I was wearing a black top that showed all of my chest. "Oh, but don't worry. I brought you a hoodie." Dakota laughed. He passed me a hot pink hoodie that couldn't be done up and had no sleeves.

"You just like looking at my chest don't you? Perv!" I joked. But nevertheless I put on the hoodie. "Yeah I do. Your body is just perfect." Dakota laughed. He kissed my stomach, "I see that Morty hasn't been feeding you well. You're skinny again, what happened to my chubby kitty?" Dakota asked. "You know I didn't like being chubby." I tried to explain. "But you were my chubby kitty! I loved cuddling you until we fell asleep, watching some boring movie that we used as an excuse to get the couch from Seth and his girl." Dakota laughed. "Yeah that was fun, but whenever I lay on you, I'd crush you." I complained. "No you wouldn't, I'm stronger than you. Besides, chubby doesn't mean fat. You know I only care about personality." Dakota corrected me. "I thought you only cared about 'fuckability'" I laughed. "Well, err... You do still look fuckable. So anyway, let's get going. You're coming home with me, forever." Dakota laughed, he scooped me up in his arms and held me there for a few seconds. With one last smile he carried me straight down the empty corridors like a child and into the car park after a quick word with the woman manning the front desk.

When we got to the pavement I carried on leaning on Dakota for support as my legs were still numb from whatever Morty had drugged me with. Dakota signaled for a taxi and soon a classic yellow and black taxi pulled over for us to get into. I couldn't see who was driving, I was busy looking at Dakota. I put my head down on Dakota's lap and let him stroke my body. I smiled up at him, "Where to?" The driver asked in a rough voice. "The special spa and sauna, please." Dakota answered. The driver must of knew where it was because he put the peddled down and swung out of the car park.

"I thought you said you were taking me home." I said in confusion. "Right after we finish your spa treatment, do you mind if we start from the top?" Dakota asked. "Sure, how much will it cost?" I asked. "Nothing, anything for my boyfriend." Dakota smiled, but the smile dropped off his face when he noticed what he had called me. "Sorry." He apologized.

"It's alright, we're dating now." I smiled. "Wait, we are? Since when?" Dakota asked. "Yeah, you got me out of Morty's home, you wouldn't have done it if you weren't interesting in dating." I explained. "Fair enough, can I please call you what I used to say?" Dakota asked. "Of course you can." I replied. "Princess." Dakota smiled, he started bombarding my face with kisses and licks. I laughed, but let it happen.

When we got back into the spa, Dakota carried me up to the special room where we were before. Fortunately, the glass had been cleaned up and the candles re-lit. There were fresh bed sheets and towels laid out. Sodom was already waiting in the room dressed in even more sexual attire now. He was still shirtless and his muscles were chiseled and sexy. His leg muscles were even bigger than I had expected.

His thighs were remarkably defined and bulged out from under his tight black boxers. I purred again, much to the stallion's discomfort. "Hello Sodom." I smiled. The horse smiled back at me, but didn't say a word to me. I felt Dakota touching my thighs again, he put his hands under my hoodie and my top. He dropped them on the floor once he'd stripped me down. "Sodom could you get the tray?" Dakota asked. Sodom obeyed and walked out of the room. "You should lock the door and then we can have some sex." I teased. "But I'm sure Sodom would like to join in." Dakota answered, we both laughed. It felt wrong to speak about the boy behind his back, but I'm sure he'd understand that we were just joking.

Dakota un-buttoned my jeans and kneeled down to take them off for me. He also pulled down my boxers revealing my soft member looking out from my sheath. I tried to make it go down, but Dakota kept on glancing up at it as he got my jeans off. In the moment that Dakota had gotten my jeans and boxers off, Sodom came through the door pushing a tray. "Sir!" Sodom cried, shielding his eyes from what he thought was happening.

Dakota stood up and put a hand over my sheath to protect me decency. "Don't worry, it wasn't what it looked like." Dakota explained. Sodom mumbled something and pushed the tray next to the bed. "Can we just skip the massage and get straight to the part where we start fucking?" I asked. Sodom and Dakota laughed, Sodom took it as a joke, but Dakota knew I was being serious.

I walked over to Sodom and put my hands under the rim of his boxers, "Who's first?" I asked looking up into Sodom's eyes. He started sweating and looking over his shoulder hoping there was somewhere for him to retreat to. "Don't worry, Sodom. It'll be good, I promise." I smiled. I pulled down his boxers until I could see the tip of his monstrous cock. "See? One part of you agrees." I joked.

Sodom leaned against the bed as I started pulling down his boxers until they were around his ankles. I was once again faced with his master piece. I cupped his balls and rubbed his sensitive tip with my thumb. "It'll be just like a massage, but in a special place." I explained. Sodom's eyes were darting around, but Dakota was too busy messing with someone on the tray.

I stroked Sodom's length as I jiggled the pair of balls in my hands, I squeezed them tightly. "Hey!" He cried. I laughed and got down on my knees to kiss his balls. I licked them everywhere, slapping them into my mouth for a brief second. Sodom closed his eyes, he'd never been touched in such a sexual way. The way he gripped the quilts said that he was loving all of it.

I stroked his balls with both hands now, ignoring his penis. I pinched his sack and jiggled it about it. I started kissing his balls and sucking on them as if they were his cock. Went I released them from my mouth Sodom was panting, his fint dripping precum every where. Sodom opened his eyes and looked down at his balls, they were covered in my spit and hanging low. "How was that?" I asked, stroking his length and flicking the head.

"Dakota?" Sodom asked, trying to forget what I'd just done to him. "What? Is he not satisfying?" Dakota asked. "No, it's fine. It's just a little strange, I've never done anything like this before." Sodom explained. "You're in good hands then, Jinx loves making guys pant. He lasts for a long time as well." Dakota laughed. Sodom faked a laugh.

"Can we start the massage now?" Sodom asked. "Of course we can. But don't think you're getting away that easy." I winked.

I lay down on the bed, with my face buried into a pillow waiting for Sodom and Dakota to get ready. "Don't even think about getting changed into your boxers Sodom. I like playing with things." I smiled, Sodom made a noise that was either in disgust or joy. "Please?" I asked.

Chapter 9

Jinx's P.O.V

Sodom and Dakota once again started massaging my paws for the second time this week. Having my paw pads worked along with every hair between them just turned me on. Fortunately, I was on my front, so neither of the two could see my solid cock. I was tempted to reach under myself and squeeze it in an attempt to satisfy my lust.

After a few minutes of the two of them making my penis reach half mast, something hard suddenly both touched both of my paws. The one of my right paw was resting just beside the pads, but the one of the left was tickling my toes. Dakota and Sodom were breathing heavily. Were the mystery items their.... Before I could guess they both moved away, I guessed I could have asked afterwards...

The massage carried on as normal, but Dakota and Sodom rudely avoided massaging my ass. "But boys!" I moaned, "It hurts a bit after last night." I whined. "Sorry Jinx, maybe when we get home?" Dakota asked. "Nah." I grumbled, pouting to myself. "I could always stuff you with something fun like a vibrator. I still kept the big one for you." Dakota winked. "Or Sodom could stuff me with his cock." I joked. Sodom wasn't exactly used to Dakota and my own bawdy way of speaking.

Next Dakota rolled me over to my stomach, I was regretting it the moment I allowed him to do it. Immediately my fun part popped up like a notification from under the towel. Dakota smiled at me and gave it a squeeze for fun. "Don't you want to touch it Sodom?" I asked. "No." He spat. "I'm not touching you." "Suit yourself." I shrugged my shoulders and lay back down, so the two of them could massage my arms.

The two of them worked my arms at the same time and in an identical way to each other. Sodom massaged me quickly without looking at his mentor for help, where as Dakota would take it slowly and give me a kiss every now and again.

They held my wrist in their left, lifting both of my arms up from the bed gently. Their hands glided down the back of my shoulder and ended under my wrist. Their movements were soothing. They switched their hands and did the same again, but on the front of my arms instead. Both set my arms back down on the bed.

With their thumbs they kneaded the skin and muscle under the thick net of fur that covered me from head to toe. It wasn't the most erotic thing, but Dakota's constant physical contact with me helped me stay aroused. Dakota took my hand in his and kissed my finger, he then rubbed my hands with circular motions. Sodom however, refused to even touch my hands, so Dakota ended up doing both of my hands.

After that Dakota took one look at my cock and with a bite of his lip and one thought, he whipped the towel away from me exposing my parts to Sodom and himself. I didn't care too much and Sodom seemed to be captivated by the musk I was producing. Dakota however, was more interested by the way I responded to all of the movements he made towards me.

His fingers swam through the air towards my throbbing member, I couldn't prevent myself from turning towards him and relaxing. His touch sent static through my muscles. I honestly hoped that this wasn't part of the massage because otherwise we wouldn't be able to take it any further.

Dakota made long, gliding strokes down my length. He seemed entirely focused on making me happy. He avoided my tip, my balls and fortunately, he wasn't phased by the barbs lining my cock. The oil only smoothed him along has he comfortably wrapped his fingers around all of my girth and rubbed me with his thumb.

He started going down constantly, releasing me when he got to my balls and starting over. In all honesty it was if I was completely under his control, I couldn't will my body to get up or stop him, I could only look at him and pant uncontrollably.

Dripping with my seed, Dakota's hands retreated away from my cock. I had no idea what had just happened; one minute he was touching me, the next minute I came. My breathing was still heavy as my cock retreated back inside of its sheath. Dakota wiped my seed out off of his hands with a towel and sat by me.

"How was that?" Dakota asked. At this point I was still stunned from what had happened, clambering for words I made a strange noise. "What?" Dakota laughed. I blushed, "Thanks. It was amazing. Can I?' I asked, reaching out for Dakota's black boxers. "I thought you wanted to have sex." Dakota laughed. I smiled at him and took my hand away, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs open, so that my tail hole was visible.

"Of course I want sex, but since you just ruined my fun. Sodom? How do you feel about raising my tail?" I asked. Sodom smirked and walked straight over to me, cock in hand. He would have shoved it straight inside of me if Dakota hadn't stopped him. "Wow! Dude! Stop!" Dakota got in front of him. "Get some lube or something, you'll hurt him too much!" Dakota cried. Sodom muttered something and walked over to the tray to get ready.

"Thanks honey." I stuck my tongue out at Dakota causing him to chuckle slightly. Sodom walked back over to me and slapped my ass causing the flesh to jiggle about. He seemed annoyed about not being able to fuck me straight away. Without a word Sodom pushed against my tail hole, that had already been stretched slightly. "Someone's eager." I purred, once again teasing the stallion.

I was on all fours, facing Dakota who was sitting on the bed in front of me, stroking my face with his feet. He didn't want to do anything with me just let, he was considering Sodom a warm up for me, so that he could have more fun with me later on. His feet were remarkably soft and his claws had been clipped down to all most nothing, but what did you expect from a massage specialist?

Sodom carried on pushing against my tail hole, gripping to the bed with his left hand for support, aiming his paced thrusts with his right. At that moment I was hardly being pleasured, he wasn't getting any further even with all the lube he'd used. Suddenly. without warning Sodom pounded my asshole with his big, thick toy, penetrating me. I howled in pain and dug my claws into the bed sheets.

Gritting my teeth, I succumbed to Sodom's thrusts and started crying out whenever he went deeper. Sodom only laughed as he destroyed my rectum. I wouldn't be surprised if I had to limp everywhere from now on. Dakota wasn't happy hearing the noises of pain and discomfort I was making, but he couldn't do much to comfort me. He handed me a pillow to bite down on.

The pillow was soft and modeled to the way I held it. I buried my face into it and ripped the fabric with my sharp teeth in an instant, just like I had done to the bed sheets with my claws. I felt Sodom suddenly gripped onto my ass, "You like this don't you whore?" Sodom asked, mockingly. He picked up the pace, he must have been coming to the end of his climax.

Sodom started squeezing my ass the way Morty had done to me the night Dakota caused the police. I looked up from my pillow at Dakota, my eyes once again full of tears. Dakota took one look at me and understood everything. "Sodom, pull out of him please. He doesn't like it." Dakota commanded. "What, why?! He asked me to do this." Sodom said, but nevertheless he thrust deep into me until his balls slapped against my ass. "Sodom, pull out or your'e fired." Dakota growled. Sodom grumbled and pulled out quickly, he wasn't dumb enough to let himself loose a job like this.

I stopped biting the pillow and let my claws leave the gashes in the bed sheets, I rubbed my stretched rectum. Holy fur, it must have been possible to stick anything up there at that point, not that I would. I crawled up to Dakota, still crying. "I'm sorry about the bed sheets an-and." I stuttered. "It's alright." Dakota smiled, he pulled me into the fur of his chest and assaulted my head with kisses. "It's not your fault. Sodom, could you leave please. It's not your fault, but I'm sure Jinx would let you finish the next time he sees you." Dakota stated convincingly.

Sodom left the room grumbling, leaving Dakota and I alone. Even though the mood was sad, I could smell Dakota's musk slowly coaxing me into submitting myself to him. I could already feel parts of myself wanting to do something to Dakota right now. I curled up, letting my nose fall near Dakota's underwear. The musk was even stronger now, I inhaled quickly getting a whiff of him. I let Dakota fuss over me until my crying ceased. "Done?" He asked. I nodded and sat up, "Should we call Sodom back in? I didn't let him finish."

"No. Jinx, you have too many bad memories here. Do you want to leave? To start a fresh in a different country?" Dakota asked. I shook my head. "Therapy?" Dakota asked. I once again shook my head. "What about cognitive therapy? Or medication! Hell, exposure will do at this point! I don't want you to get to state where you... where you." Dakota didn't want to finish his sentence.

I put a finger to his lips and kissed his cheek. My kiss was dry and didn't comfort him at all, "I won't. Do you remember how I dealt with my parents?" I asked. "You ran away from me." Dakota answered sharply. "Yes, but I didn't do anything stupid." I smirked, feeling like I was winning. "You ran off and got engaged to an abusive wolf who would rape and beat you." Dakota corrected himself. "I suppose your right, but I was with a really strange fox before Morty." I teased.

"Says the one sniffing my musk like perfume!" Dakota laughed. "It smells artificial. Besides, isn't it supposed to attract furs?" I asked. "Well it's not artificial, maybe you should smell it again." Dakota teased. I laughed and Dakota took it for a yes, he forced my head back down near his underwear making me breathe in his sweaty musk.

Drawing a deep breathe, I shot back upwards and scowled at Dakota. He could only laugh when he saw my angry expression. "I'm sorry!" He cachinnated. I gave him a dig in his arm playfully. "Seriously though. Would you like me to give you it?" Dakota asked, gesturing to the large bulge in the front of his boxers.

I gave him a squeeze through the fabric, which only turned him on more. "Not yet, could you wait a while? Could we..." I asked, moving to put my hand down the front of his boxers. "What? Would you rather it went in flaccid?" Dakota asked. "No!" I cried. "Well then, let's just get straight to it." Dakota smirked. "Fine!" I cried and rolled over to expose my tail hole to Dakota again.

I waited for a minute, but heard no movement from Dakota after he'd whipped off the rest of his clothes. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm not convinced that you really want it now." Dakota stated. "Don't give me that bull." I spat. "Hurry up and fuck me before someone pays for this room." I begged. "Oh no! I think you don't appreciate me that much." Dakota joked.

"Ugh!" I cried, knowing what game Dakota was playing. Using the most monotone voice I could muster, I said "Dakota, your dick is enormously big. I love it! I love you! Put it in before I call you a pig." Switching to my normal voice I continued, "It feels great and I'm proud to be able to make you happy. There." I finished. Dakota walked around the front of me, so that the smell of his musk was forced into my nose again.

"That wasn't hard was it, but we're not having sex. I'd be taking advantage of you." Dakota answered. "But!" I whined. "No Jinx. Come on, let's get you dressed, we're going some place special. Please?" Dakota asked.

Chapter 10

Jinx's P.O.V

The room was almost completely dark as it was only sunrise, a time for lovers to leave the comfort of their beds and face reality. I wanted to close the curtains, so that the sun couldn't watch us any longer, but if I dared to block out the sun, I wouldn't be able to see Dakota. He was adorable whilst he was sleeping on the sea foam green bed sheets with his head resting on pillows covered with sea foam green pillow cases. It was strange seeing a dominant male ,such as Dakota, being vulnerable.

The quilt was big enough for the both of us, maybe even one more, but only if Dakota wanted to invite another fur in. I snuggled up to Dakota and looked into his closed eyes, they hardly even twitched. His snout was hanging open and he dribbled onto his pillow. One bad thing about Dakota was that he would snore of a night time, so getting to sleep was impossible. Fortunately, Dakota liked having sex before bed, so I'd be falling asleep quickly. But I hadn't spread my legs for Dakota for a while, yet it was all I could think about. He always tried to be gentle when it came to sex, unless I asked him to be rough. On the other hand, whenever I said 'rough', Dakota had a chance to mistake it for 'hardcore bondage that would leave me looking like a hunchback with a limp.'

The furniture in our room was metal, no joke. Whoever had designed this room clearly had no sense of style, the chairs, the desk and even the wardrobe, were all some kind of metal. The only thing that wasn't metal, was the bed frame. The bed frame was a dark colored wood that had been nailed to the floor to prevent theft. How any fur would steal a bed was beyond me...

I nuzzled my face against Dakota's chest fur, "Stop that." He laughed, although he enjoyed me mauling him constantly. I put my hands under his legs and pulled myself closer to him, mostly because I was too weak to even budge Dakota. Dakota laughed at my pathetic actions whilst he pulled me across his body and onto his chest. The two of us didn't communicate with words, but instead chuckled, pushed, pulled and groped each other.

Dakota put both hands on my rump and after a few squeezes, he pulled me up to his lips for a kiss. Despite the fact that my knees were digging into his ribs; as soon as I noticed I got my knees off of him and let them fall to my sides. Feeling as if I had ruined the romantic mood, I apologized, I'm so sorry." "Come here idiot." Dakota laughed and forced me into another intimate kiss.

I pulled out of our kiss quickly, but don't get it wrong, I loved kissing Dakota. "Dakota!" I hissed. "Someone might see us." I fretted. "Don't worry princess." Dakota teased. "I bought this house, so that we have a place to run away to. If you want, I can try to buy more of the island." "You bought this place?" I asked, amazed by Dakota's seemingly endless amounts of money. "Yeah, I'm thinking of naming it Kepi." Dakota joked. I laughed, it was kind of cute, but I truly hoped he never got around to it.

"But. I'll need some payment from you..." Dakota reached up and slipped his hand down the front of my boxers, touching the top of my sheath. I blushed and curled up, embarrassed by Dakota's erotic attitude. "Dakota! One of the gardeners might look in." I bit my lower lip and frantically looked out of the window. "I've told them to expect some noise coming from our bedroom and that I'll clean up the mess." Dakota admitted. "Dakota!" I laughed.

I lifted Dakota's hand away from my sheath and rolled off of the bed to get dressed. "I bet you'll look good in panties today." Dakota teased. "You only want me to wear panties because you can see my ass." I laughed. I bent over to dig through my suitcase in order to find something to wear. If I wasn't wearing a pair of boxers, I wouldn't have dared to bend over around Dakota.

I felt his hands stroke my sides, "Can you even go more than a minute without being horny?" I asked. When did Dakota get out of bed? "No. Would you like to help out?" I decided not to answer Dakota, knowing that even if I said 'No' Dakota would still try. Dakota pulled my boxers around my ankles, I stepped out of them before I fell face first.

Without my spoken consent, Dakota lifted me off of my feet and dropped me onto the bed, face down. I soon felt Dakota's tongue pressing against his tongue against my tail hole. My tail shot up accompanied by an erotic purr from my mouth, "Dakota!" I cried. For Dakota, my panic was a signal to start eating me out as if we had no time left on this planet.

When Dakota's tongue started exploring my behind, I relaxed with all feelings of worry leaving me. "Uhhh...." I moaned softly into the bed sheets. Dakota grabbed my ass and pushed my cheeks apart again. "Someone likes this too much." I teased, even thought Dakota didn't hear me; he was too caught up in what he was doing. Before Dakota finished, he forced the tip of his tongue inside of me causing my head to shoot up in surprise.

I whipped my head back to see that Dakota was standing up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I shuffled over to make room for my boyfriend to lie down, "Thanks." He smiled and lay down facing away from me. I put my arm through his and leaned over him to speak, "Hey! Come on. We're not finished!" I moaned.

Dakota had a way of turning me on without me complaining to the nearest officer. He'd hold me, grope me, poke me with his fun parts, rub my balls through my boxers, but his most common method was rimming. Whilst he was back there, he could keep me in place until I wanted him do more to me, but today it seemed that he would be the one who needed convincing.

I climbed on top of him and pinned him to bed, forcing him to look into my eyes. "You can't just eat me out and then stop! You've been complaining about the fact that you haven't been inside of me for ages, so here's your chance." I begged. Dakota quickly pulled me into a kiss that I wouldn't be able to escape. Dakota figuratively stole my breathe as our tongues wrestled. It was only slightly disgusting.

We both broke contact and stayed as we were whilst we got our breathe back. "Come here." Dakota smiled, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so that we were nose to nose. The smile across Dakota's face told me that something was about to happen and he wanted me to enjoy it. Dakota put a hand on the back of my head to support me and after a second I felt something soft touch my tender cock.

I looked down between our bodies to see my cock resting on top of his, pre-cum dripping from my own fint onto his. "Dakota I don't know about this..." I complained. "Shh... Jinx, I know what I'm doing. This'll feel great. I promise." Dakota smiled. He reached down and touched his base, using his hand he guided it to stroke the full length of my member.

He avoided my barbs and instead focused on making friction between us. Dakota kept his eyes on me, but I got curious and couldn't stop looking down at our cocks as they rubbed against one another coming ever so closer to making a sticky mess. I put my hands on his shoulders for support, "Do you trust me now?" Dakota asked. I nodded, looking up at Dakota with wide eyes.

"What's wrong? You look sad." Dakota asked. "I-I'm not sure what I should do." "Let me do it all then. All you have to do is enjoy it." Dakota smiled. "Can I carry on? The real fun is about to begin." Dakota asked. I nodded and before I could get ready my cock was grasped beneath Dakota's hand that had been on my thigh, our two cocks were pushed against one another.

He started rubbing our cocks up and down slowly. Being tossed off by Dakota was nothing new to me, but having my cock sandwiched between his dick and hand felt amazing. When his hand went one way, his dick would go the other way. At first it was a grind and painful every now and again, but as Dakota and I made more and more pre it became slippier and his hand was able to glide along my length.

Our pre mixed together into a slimy mixture that dripped down onto the bed and covered Dakota's hand. Dakota released our cocks and held his pre covered hand out towards my mouth. "Suck it." He commanded. Without warning he forced a wet finger into my mouth and grasped my shoulder with the other hand. Sucking his fingers I held his wrist, worried that he would try to force another finger into my mouth.

Over the space of half an hour, he would stick his fingers one by one into my mouth until I'd sucked them all. Finally, he pulled the last digit out of my mouth and wiped my saliva onto the bed sheets. "How was that?" Dakota asked. "It was fine." I lied, I wasn't really a fan of finger sucking.

"Back to the real fun?" Dakota asked. "And that is?" Dakota quickly got off of the bed, I sat up and saw Dakota stepping back towards me with his cock in hand again. He touched his head to my base and started touching the most sensitive parts of my cock with his tender base. I forced my eyes shut and gripped onto the bed for support. He started rubbing the sides of our cocks together going up and down.

"Dakota..." I moaned, coming close to a hard orgasm. Instead of ending it there, Dakota released his cock and stepped backwards. "Let's save it for later and I'll save mine? Sound good?" Dakota asked. "Sure." I sighed, disappointed that Dakota had cut me off before I could reach my climax. "Let's get going then..." "Cheer up, we have two orifices to fill, two weeks to do it and more than a hundred ways to make love." Dakota re-assured me. "We'll have to be sexual at least seven times a day. Please?"

Chapter 11

Jinx's P.O.V

Less than a minute later, I was on all fours facing away from Dakota with my tail hole exposed for him. Dakota seemed to want to enjoy this, so he'd slipped cocks rings onto the both of us. Mine went all the way down to my base, but Dakotas stopped at his knot. "Dakota? What are you doing back there?" I asked, curious. Dakota had made me face forwards whilst Dakota rummaged around in suitcases to find 'something special.'

"Got it!" He suddenly cried and rushed over to me, "Hold still, Jinx." I felt a soft, fabric collar clip around my neck. "Hey!" I cried, I put my hands up to my neck and held the collar in place, the feeling of something around my neck caused me angst. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle, are you all right with it? Do you want me to take it off?" Dakota asked, concerned by the scared look in my eyes. "No! no! You want me to do it, keep it on." I said quickly. "Jinx. You're the bottom in this, my opinion doesn't matter. Do you want me to take it off?" Dakota asked again.

"No. I'm all right with it." I took my hands away from the collar and tried to relax, although it was kind of difficult when I heard Dakota going back to the suitcases. "Are you all right with having your hands tied up and maybe a leash, if it's all right with you?" "You're cracking everything out tonight, aren't you?" I teased. "And yes. Go ahead." "I borrowed them from the spa."

"Can you pass over a dildo then? It'll be much better than what you've got going." I teased. Dakota laughed, but tried to act offended. "Time for a ballgag." He winked.

Dakota came back over to me and hand-cuffed my arms behind my back, so that I wasn't going to be able to escape. He then tied a strong leash to the collar and gave me a tug to pull me back, "Go forwards a bit. Get against the wall." Dakota moved me forwards with the leash until my face was pressing against the wall un-comfortably. He then pushed a ball gag into my mouth, I bit down on it for comfort. The ball was red and hard, I could hardly scratch it with my teeth.

Dakota reached forwards and let the ball gag hang out of my mouth, so that I could speak. "Who's my little bitch?" Dakota asked. Dakota couldn't speak properly because he had the leash in between his teeth, so that he could hold me whilst he got rough. "Not me." I stuck my tongue out at him, at my own peril of course. Dakota gripped my sides and rammed the head of his cock into my tail hole.

"Ohh! Dakota!" I cried out, my tail shooting into the air and my head snapping up to look at the wall. I carried on crying out in shock and pain as Dakota stuffed me from behind. Dakota gave my leash a tug to make me look at him, "Who's my little bitch?!" Dakota growled. "Not- Uh!!" I purred as Dakota's knot slapped against my ass. His knot wasn't the only thing slapping me, it was accompanied by Dakota's hands. He slapped my ass causing my whole body to quiver, "Who's my slut?!" Dakota shouted at me, I was worried that one of the cleaners would burst in worried that Dakota was raping me.

"I am!" I shouted back, trying to get him to stop treating me roughly. I didn't care too much, but it would be nice to be able to walk without limp after a night with Dakota for once. "How badly do you want this?" "Fill me to the brim!" I cried, Dakota started slamming back against my ass at a steady pace. My widened tail hole was tight around his soft, slippery member. My balls dangled through the air, swinging back and forth as Dakota went.

Dakota put the ball gag back in my mouth, having technically gotten my consent. Dakota bit down on the leash harder and forced me to look at him, my eyes were hazy with tears and the ballgag was already drenched in my saliva. Dakota snickered at my sad expression and to try to make up for it, he reached forwards with a hand to help out.

My cock was already wet with pre from the rim job, so Dakota only spread it about more as he jacked me off whilst he carried on slamming into me from behind. He knew that I was already close to leaving a trail across the bed sheets, so he didn't bother rubbing my sensitive parts; his hand just glided across my length quickly. Dakota's grip was tight, but his squeezes didn't hurt at all.

"Are you ready for my load?" Dakota asked as he continued humping me, I shook my head about to say yes. "That's what I thought!" With a grunt, Dakota filled with my ass with is warm milk. It jetted out of his fint and splashed against my walls, running along down his length and out of my tail hole, it dripped down onto the bed and into my fur.

The feeling of Dakota cumming inside of me made me reach my own climax. It flew out of my tip, splitting the air and hit the pillows, sheets and everything else on the bed. Dakota kept his hand there, panting. He didn't pull out or speak to me, but slowly started wiping his hands on the bed to clean them. He then reached forwards and took the ball gag out of my mouth, he dropped the leash. "Are you alright?" Dakota asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine, just a little full up." I smiled back at him, happy to be able to speak to Dakota again. "You don't know the meaning of full up yet." Dakota winked. Dakota pulled out of me slowly, "Come on. Let's have a shower." Dakota said, rubbing his flaccid penis across my body before it retreated into his sheath for the next time he was aroused. Dakota un-tied the rope that kept my arms behind my back, "Do you want me to give you an arm massage later? It must be rough being tied up in the way." Dakota sympathized.

"I'm a little sore, but apart from that I'm fine. Did you enjoy having sex with someone tied up?" I asked, hoping I hadn't just guilt tripped him. "Yeah I did, sorry for making you wear a ball gag. It must feel degrading being my bitch." Dakota apologized. "It's alright. If you want, I'll do it again before we go home. Just don't talk dirty next time, it's a real turn off." I said.

Dakota laughed as he un-hooked the leash from my around my neck, "You know what? I think i'll get you a collar for every day. You look nice in one, but I'll try not to get a sexual one." Dakota said, gesturing the words 'bitch' on the front of the collar and the naked vixen after it. "Unless you want to be referred to as my cum slut." Dakota laughed.

"Sure. I mean the collar part, not the cum slut part." I laughed as well. I took the collar off my self and pretend to have a limp, so that Dakota would have to carry me to the showers like he used to. He groaned, but picked me up around the legs and let me cuddle up to him as we traveled to the small shower. Things might have gotten a little steamy in the showers again which sort of defeated the purpose of having a shower in the first place. But when your boyfriend is naked in front of you, rock solid again and when he's strong enough to pin you against the walls, what else did you expect to happen?

After we'd gone at it for the second time in the day Dakota turned around to me, "Please go take a look around the resort, like I said. I promised to clean up."

Chapter 12

Jinx's P.O.V

Before Dakota could change his mind about letting me wander around on my own, I grabbed some clothes from my suitcase and threw them on in the bathroom. But of course, before I could even get changed I'd need to clean myself up about. Being the bottom was always an inconvenience after it was all done, but the look on Dakota's face whenever he came inside of me always made up for it; or the way he would ask if I was alright after every encounter. It was never, 'How are you?' it was always 'Are you alright?' and I loved that...

Even though my second round of cum was clearer and it wasn't very abundant, I still needed to get the smell out along with the mess Dakota had left around my tail hole. I wonder how it would go down if I asked him to clean up after himself.

I picked out things wouldn't be too skimpy, well at least everything above my torso wouldn't be too revealing. But my thighs and legs? I might have well as just went out in my underwear. I was wearing light, denim short shorts that showed off most of my thighs. Beneath them I rocked a pair of panties with a heart on the back where my tail hole would be. I was sure that Dakota would be annoyed by what I was wearing, mostly because he didn't want me going out and getting harassed by guys on every street.

To make up for my revealing shorts, I threw on a hoodie similar in size to the one I wore when I met back up with Dakota. The differences were that this one was pink and the draw strings were white with fluffy ends. Underneath the hoodie I was wearing absolutely nothing, maybe it would give whoever was trying to flirt with me a nice surprise.

I walked out of the bathroom to be immediately stopped by Dakota, who was still naked and trying to clean up the mess I'd made. "Stop, Jinx." Dakota commanded. "What are you wearing underneath you're hoodie? And why are you're shorts so...short." Dakota asked, grabbing onto my arm with a clean hand. I groaned and un-zipped my hoodie, showing him that I had nothing on underneath.

"Jinx. Are you sure that you're happy with our relationship?" Dakota asked. "Yes I am." I answered confidently, hopefully he'd stop questioning me if I answered the way he wanted me to. "Then why are you going out without a shirt on? Fair enough with the shorts, but no shirt. Especially in a holiday place where every fur is horny." "Dakota, It's just. Just- I just want to!" I shouted, trying to push past my boyfriend. "Jinx. I don't want you to get hurt, or raped. Or-or." Dakota choked on his words, worried about what might happen. "I won't. I won't let myself get raped again. I'll just... avoid the rough parts of the island." I answered, rubbing my arm nervously. "Jinx. If you want to sleep with someone you meet, bring them back here and we can talk about it. I know how you can be with cute guys." Dakota teased.

"You just want some more action don't you? Am I not satisfying?" I teased back, turning around and showing him my backside. I looked over my shoulder and pulled a puppy face. "Of course you are. But it was better when you were nervous about social situations. I could look after you more." "Dakota. If you want, you can come out with me. I'm sure someone would be up for a threesome, maybe I could find a girl for you as well." I suggested. Dakota might be dating me and had dated a guy before me, but he was bisexual and preferred girls over guys which explained why he was completely okay with me being Androgynous. "No It's alright, Jinx. Go out and have fun, but I want to meet the guy before you even touch him." Dakota warned. "Thank you!" I squealed and bolted for the door.

I was about to get out the door when I felt Dakota's hand grasp my arm, "Wait!" He walked closer to me and pushed me against the wall. He bombarded my face and neck with kisses. He held my sides and got to work kissing all of my body, I slacked my body and leaned against the wall. My breathing was heavy as Dakota un-zipped my hoodie.

"I wouldn't want you leaving without saying goodbye properly." Dakota smirked and ran his hands down my naked torso towards the zipper on my short shorts. "Dakota, I promise to let you join in if I bring someone back." I begged. "Oh no! Consider this a warm up. Whilst you were getting ready to go out, I decided to ask some of the guys nearby if they wanted to bang my kitty." Dakota confessed. "Dakota you didn't!" I cried. "I did. Don't worry, they'll be gentle and I'm sure they'd be alright with going gentle on someone as weak as you. I'll hold you if you want. So what is it going to be? Get fucked by A canine or get fucked by SOME canines." Dakota asked, stressing the 'a' and 'some.' "We're not having sex right now, but I could go for some cuddles." I smiled.

"Good enough for me." Dakota laughed and un-zipped my shorts. He slid them down my thighs, down my legs and around my ankles. I slid them off around my feet and left them on the floor to pick up later. He then rose back up to the bulge in my panties and gave it a short lick whilst it was still under the cloth. "These are going to be coming off soon." Dakota joked, but for now left them on for me. He then got back up to standing and took of my hoodie, leaving me almost naked.

He put his hands under the sides of my pink underwear and lifted them up until the back was riding up my crack. "Dakota." I laughed, slapping his arm to make him let go. "Fine." He smiled, bringing them back down again. Dakota pulled me in for a hug by placing his around my skinny waist and drawing me in, I put my hands over his nipples and kept my head down. I stayed in silence as Dakota being licking my shoulders as if he was cleaning me off.

"Can we go to the bed?" I asked after a minute of Dakota licking my upper body. "Anything you want princess." Dakota smiled, he got behind me and put his hands around my waist, he gave my face a quick lick from behind before walking me towards the bed.

He let me lie down first, I chose to stay on the left and watched my mate lie down next to me on his back. I rolled on to my side, resting my head on a pillow. He put an arm between us and the other over his crotch. I reached out and stroked his chest with a finger, all he could do was blush and look at me awkwardly.

I moved to kneel between his legs, so that I was kissing his belly button. I pushed his hand that was covering his crotch away from him, revealing a small bulge. I couldn't help myself, besides, he deserved it. I an arm under Dakota's knee and then around to trap him, I leaned forwards and kissed his belly button. My ass was raised in the air with my tail. Dakota reached out with a hand and petted my air, "Hey baby." He smiled.

For me that was an invitation to take things further; with my free hand I forcefully reached out and pressed against the bulge with my hand. "Wow! Err... Jinx." Dakota worried, looking towards the door frantically. "Dakota, what's wrong? We've done this a hundred times before. Maybe not in this exact way, bu-" "It's just. We've had sex twice already, let's just take it slow. Okay?" "Fine." I pouted, I released Dakota's desensitized cock and un-wound my arm from around his leg.

But I didn't move from my pouncing position just yet, "Can we at least do something fun?!" I asked, like a young child. "I'm tired, can we just- Ahh!!" Dakota's words became a cry as I pounced forwards, trying play fight with my boyfriend. I had a glint in an eye that told Dakota that I wasn't after anything sexual.

Dakota put his legs up and connected with my stomach, fortunately it didn't hurt too much. He stuck his hands out and grabbed mine, like that he lifted me up in the air, so that I was slightly above him. "What are you going to do now?" He teased. "Let me down!" I laughed, struggling against his feet and hands, so that I could get him back.

My words were his command, he flopped his legs to the left and made me fall back on the bed. He then rolled on top of me and started tickling me. "Stop! Stop!" I cried, chuckling Dakota carried on making his own noises. I put my hands up to protect my face, but Dakota only pulled them down to my sides. We stayed like that for a second, Dakota on top of me pinning my arms to the side.

I looked into his emerald green eyes and he looked down on my boring yellow eyes, he was panting, but seemed to be happy about the way we were treating each other. Without warning, his head shot down and began kissing my lips passionately. I could only make muffled sounds of enjoyment whilst Dakota was exploring my mouth with his tongue.

We started rolling until I was back on top of my boyfriend, the way I wanted it to be. "Who's the boss now?" I teased, sticking my tongue out at him. I decided to switch up the atmosphere once I felt Dakota's cock pressing against my chest. "Oh." I purred and leaned in on Dakota until he had no choice but to embrace me. I put my arms under his, forcing him to put them around me and started walking my fingers towards the sides of his face.

"What was that I just felt?" I asked. "Shut up!" Dakota laughed and brought me back into a kiss again. I pulled out first with a trail of spit leading from the tip of my tongue to his.

Before I could do any more with Dakota, six male furs barged into the room. They were all wolves, all muscly and all had their hard, throbbing cocks out for me to look at. "Jinx." Dakota whispered, "Please don't say anything. Okay?"

Chapter 13

Jinx's P.O.V

I was terrified, for one they all reminded me of Morty, but fortunately none of them were actually him. I shot my head to look at Dakota, avoiding looking at the wolves beside me. "Dakota!" The first bellowed, he seemed enraged by the fact that Dakota and I were cuddling naked. "What the hell is this?!" He demanded. Dakota didn't know how to answer and neither did I, "He just wanted to cuddle before you got here!" Dakota cried suddenly, as if he was afraid of the wolf.

I felt the wolf grab my arm, his grip was strong and without effort he pulled me away from Dakota. Landing on the bed again face first with my feet by Dakota's head. I curled up into a ball in terror. "Calm down!" Dakota cried, he reached out and squeezed my arm for support. I heard the wolf pacing around to me, observing me as he went.

"Head up." He growled at me. Before I could do as he asked, he grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him. Well... it was more like he was making me look at his pink chalice. It smelt of musk, a smell that I was familiar with by now. He pulled my head just beside his cock, making me inhale his musk. He was doing what Dakota had done in the spa, he was claiming me as his own, making me know who the alpha was.

My head was starting to hurt because of the wolf's tight grip, fortunately he soon let me go and allowed me to look at who he was. The wolf's fur was black all over, in fact the only color on his body came from his harsh blue eyes and pink, fleshy penis. His face was etched into a permanent scowl. All of these things were intimidating (especially the size of his cock), but his muscles were even more terrifying. He sported a set of chiseled muscles and I wouldn't be surprised if all of them had achieved them through steroids. The black one's muscles seemed to be bigger.

"Dakota come here." The black wolf commanded, leaving me to his friends. Dakota and the wolf walked off to the other side of the room, the wolf sat down on a metal arm chair. He held his cock and patted his knees to tell to Dakota to mount up for a tough ride. I was scared for Dakota, since Dakota's last time as a bottom had been ages ago with his first boyfriend, so jumping to a big cock like the wolf's was probably going to hurt... a lot.

A white wolf walked to me blocking my view of my boyfriend, he didn't bother making me smell his musk, but instead brought over a padded bench and lay down on it. "Come over here, little guy." The wolf winked, I did as I was told, not wanting to annoy a pack of five wolves. Fortunately, the white wolf's dong had already been lubed up, so the penetration wasn't too bad...

"Ahh!" I cried, as the wolf forced me down onto his cock. He went knot deep and then slowly let me bounce on top of him at my own pace as I got used to the feeling of him being inside of me. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted them up until his mate, a brown wolf could see my already occupied tail hole. He smiled and walked over to us, planning to widen my tail hole even more with his own member.

Fortunately, he decided against ruining my ass and instead knelt down in front his friends cock and began licking him. He purposely avoided licking the rim of my tail hole, what a prick. Although, he probably planned on making up for it later because he was jacking himself off with a free hand. With the other, he shoved a finger inside of my tail hole and rubbed my walls and his mate's cock.

It felt amazing in all honesty, but I hoped it would be just those two because I don't think my ass would stretch more than it already had. I didn't notice, but my mouth was hanging wide open and one of the guys decided to take that as an invitation. He walked over to me and slammed his pre-soaked cock into my mouth.

I sucked on him relentlessly, but without a particular technique. To make things better for me, the wolf supported his cock by holding his knot. He must have had a strange fetish, because he started pinching his knot. It was just an experiment, but I bit down softly on the wolf's cock. He gave me a smile that told me that he was alright with it, but I should probably stop it if I wanted to leave with a full set of teeth.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth after that to give his friend a turn, who was standing on the other side of me. His friend was a brown and cream colored wolf. I took a second to swallow the pre and saliva that had been left in my mouth. The wolf who I had left carried on jacking himself off whilst I sucked on his friends stick. "Y'know. For a kitty, he isn't too bad at what he's doing." The brown and cream wolf complemented. He fussed the back of my head, "Why don't you give him something to cum over?" The brown wolf asked to the wolf who was currently watching us and touching himself. He got up and started frotting with my cock, I was going to be covered in cum at the end of this...

I switched oral partners again, my previous partner seemed happy to be getting some more attention. The guy I had ditched got some action from the wolf underneath me. The wolf with a finger in my ass switched it up a bit and crammed his cock into my ass along side his friends. I almost bit down on the cock in my mouth from the friction. Now every cock in the room was getting some form of attention, apart from Dakota.

The first to cum was surprisingly the wolf frotting with me, his seed splashed onto my body and all over my cock. His orgasm was weak, but still managed to cover most of my chest. He carried on with the frot, even though hi cock was flaccid. Next my ass was filled with two loads of warm seed, it leaked out the sides of the the wolves cocks and onto the sides of my tail hole.

The one standing up walked off to watch from the side lines and the wolf underneath me stopped sucking off his friends leaving him to beat his meat until his sperm splashed onto my face. I shut my eyes tight and soon felt the white wolf cum into my mouth. I swallowed for him and got off of the wolf beneath me. Without a word, the five of them left the room.

I looked over at Dakota, who was rubbing his tail hole. The black wolf must have left a while ago, it was just Dakota and I in the room. He closed the door and walked over to me, "Someone looks a little sticky." Dakota teased, despite the fact that he now knew how a knot felt when it was pushed into a tight asshole. "Yeah. Sorry, it felt kind of nice..." I smirked, not wanting to meet Dakota's eyes.

"Well, would you like to feel better?" Dakota asked. "But I'm covered in other guy's spooge. Don't you want me to clean up a bit?" I asked, understanding that Dakota still wanted sex. "Jinx. I didn't cum and neither did you, come on. Let's rock the bed until we pass out. Please?"

End of 2015 Jinxed! Valentines edition.

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