A Matter of Repayment: Part One
It was a summer for new beginnings. After an awful break up, Peaches spent weeks secluding herself in her apartment. Her friends convinced her, after several hints and prods about moving on, to go out with them for the night. Just for a few hours. There was a gathering along the main block downtown, where vendors and crowds of furs would line the streets, enjoying the music provided by the festival's booked band. As they walked, their group thinned out; one feline friend abandoned the group to go out with other friends they met. Another wandered off into a nearby store. Soon, the young wolf found herself alone and strolling through the crowd on her own. She could hear the music getting louder and found herself heading over to watch the musicians perform. There was an open area in front of the stage, and several furs were dancing to a rock and roll song she didn't recognize. Everyone seemed to be having a grand time, especially those on the dance floor. She stood close to a planter off to the side and leaned into it as she watched furs dance and the band slamming away at their instruments. She tapped her foot to the beat, her colorful heels clicking against the cement and suddenly, her hips were swaying along making her ruffled blue jean skirt swish enticingly over her legs and fluffy tail. She caught the eye of a nearby bear, who wobbled as he approached her with his drink in hand.
As his shadow fell over her, she stopped dancing and turned to see the massive bear leering down at her. Her eyes widened a bit and she felt the heat of his black eyes as they traveled up and down her curvy form.
"You like dancing, sweetheart?" he slurred, wobbling a little on his feet. He sat his drink down next to her on the planter, where it toppled over on the unbalanced surface, spilling the strong smelling contents onto the pavement below. He grasped her paw in his, which was easily three times larger than hers, and pulled her along right out onto the dance floor. She tried to wring her paw free, but he held fast, placing his other paw in the middle of her back, fairly lifting her off her feet.
"I'm not a very good dancer," she protested, trying to wriggle out of the large bear's grasp. His paw slid down her back to cup her butt and he pulled her closer, groping her rudely.
"No worries, cutie. You just stick close and let me show you how it's done," he rumbled, his paw digging painfully into the flesh of her ass.
"I'M AFRAID I HAVE TWO LEFT FEET!" She growled, jumping up and putting her full weight down on her heels, which dug into the bear's hindpaws. He roared and fell backward, propelling her into the stage. She turned, knocking a few cases over as she ran to escape the bear, who was now shouting and cursing. She crawled under the stage, scraping both her knees as the band continued to play through the melee of furs trying to bring the drunken bear to his feet in the crowd.
Looking up, she noticed the bass player looking down at her through the cracks in the stage. His brow was furrowed, as if he was angry. She returned his glare and crawled further back, out of his line of sight. The bass resounded in her chest as the band played song after song, until light was scarce and the last of the furs were departing. She had no idea how long she had been hiding, but she didn't want to risk running into that bear again. The music ended, and the band hopped down from the stage as stage hands went to work dismantling and packing their gear. She heard cursing in some seemingly far off place and the sound of wood crackling. Curious, she crawled toward the small opening in the banners she had originally crawled through to find herself face to face with a fierce looking tiger. It was the bass player from the band.
His eyes glowed with anger. Her eyes traveled down to his fist, where he clutched part of a broken neck that looked to have belonged to a bass guitar. His bandmates watched from a distance as he glared at the wolf girl that seemingly appeared out from nowhere. Suddenly, she realized what had happened. She knocked over his case trying to get away from the bear. Her face softened, and she stood, brushing off her skirt.
"I am so very sorry. I honestly didn't mean to-" she stammered, clutching her paws in front of her. He thrust the broken neck of the bass into her face and she stumbled back a step, bumping into the stage.
"You...are going to have to pay me for this," he growled low, his fiery eyes unwavering. She flushed and nodded, her brows furrowed in concern and worry.
"I will. I don't have any money here, but if you-"
"No," he said flatly. "That bass was priceless. You can't just replace it. It wouldn't be an equal trade."
His bandmate called out for him, and he turned, gesturing with a finger to allow him a moment. He closed his eyes and huffed, then pointed to a pavilion behind the stage.
"You wait there. We will make an arrangement suitable for the damage you did to my bass."
She nodded her agreement, and side-stepped him to wait for him in the pavilion. He tossed the destroyed remnants of his bass off to the side and joined his bandmates, who cautiously asked if everything was okay while divvying up his portion of the gig money. After assuring his friends that he had everything under control, they piled into a van and pulled away from the stage, leaving him alone with the female wolf who waited anxiously beneath the pavilion. He stalked over to where she stood between two wooden picnic tables and propped his hip against one, standing far too close for her comfort.
"I'm really very sorry. There was this bear..."she started, her voice shaking.
"I saw him. And you. That makes no difference. Talking about your lover's spat with that bear won't replace my gear."
She looked at him incredulously. "Lover's spat! He was-" He moved toward her, which frightened her and made her take a step back. Her rear bumped the picnic table behind her and her fur bristled under the predatory stare of the tiger.
"That bass was a gift. I propose you make it up to me by giving me a gift," he growled, closing the distance between them. A warm paw slid up along her thigh and around the back, beneath the hem of her skirt. Her eyes widened in alarm as his paw grabbed a bare ass cheek and squeezed.
Her brain worked feverishly for a response, but she could only blabber out the word "how?" He smirked and leaned forward, palming her ass and lifting her, pinning her legs between the picnic table and his thighs.
"You will be my pet," he mused, raising a brow, "for one night."
She balked, wondering if she heard him correctly. He glared at her, clearly awaiting a response.
"What do...what exactly does that entail?"
"You do as I say. I will not harm you, but you will agree to cooperate."
She thought for a moment. She knew she would never be able to replace the instrument and one night couldn't be bad considering the debt would be repaid. He said he wouldn't harm her. His paw still had a handful of her ass, and a shiver moved up her spine. Fear? Maybe. And possibly a little bit of anticipation.
"I agree. I will do as you ask to repay you for damaging your bass."
He grinned widely as he stepped back, releasing her. He offered his paw to her, and she took it with hesitation. His paw closed around hers and squeezed it tightly. Without warning, she found herself being pulled as he turned to sit on the picnic table to be tossed across his lap. She struggled as she felt the cool night air on her rear as he pulled her skirt up. She protested, verbally stumbling over her words until one loud thwack echoed through the pavilion, silencing her. Her flesh burned where his hand had fallen and her mouth dropped open.
"STAY!" he roared.
"You...you said you wouldn't harm me!" She exclaimed. Another smack shook her, the throbbing sting silencing her once more.
"I'm not harming you. I'm disciplining you. This is your first lesson in respect, pet."
She flushed red, humiliated that this stranger was spanking her bare ass in public. She tensed as he swatted her again and her ass began to tingle painfully. He rubbed the area and pawed her swollen ass cheeks. Her body relaxed a little under his caressing paw.
"Yes, babydoll. You like that? Tell me you want more."
Mortified, she mumbled almost inaudibly, "more" only to be soundly whacked across her backside. Tears sprung to her eyes. "More!" She cried out. Another thwack.
"More, Sir," he corrected. "Please and thank you, like a good girl." His lesson ended with another sound swat. Her heart thundered in her chest.
"Please..more, Sir!" she squeaked.
SWAT.
"Thank you, Sir!"
He rubbed her rear, a reward for her compliance. Her pussy tingled and she felt strangely aroused by his rubbing.
"Well done, pet," he purred, stroking her. She could feel something large and hard poking uncomfortably into her belly.
"Now beg for your spanking."
"Please S-Sir. Spank me," she managed to stutter out. Her body shook as he delivered a series of three flat handed swats, all of which she thanked him for. He panted a little, and his hands were more rough in the handling of her now very tender flesh. His other paw, which had been holding her down at the small of her back, traveled up to wrap around the base of her tail. He held it tightly in his fist as she continued to beg. The swats were laid into her with more force and each rewarding rub became shorter and rougher as he groped at her swollen ass.
Five swats. Her "thank yous" were choking, detached syllables as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Eight swats. Her lower half is stinging and hot. His breathing became heavy and labored. She began to pant, feeling pressure building in her lower abdomen. Too late, she realized what was going to happen. She whimpered out her thanks as he continued his bare handed assault.
Ten swats. Hot liquid started pouring down Peaches's legs, squirting with every hard swat. Her cries of alarm halted the tiger's swats as her pee soaked his jeans and puddled on the ground beneath them. She trembled in his lap, horrified. Her ass was throbbing and the only sound to be heard in the night was their ragged breaths. She jumped as his paw moved gently over her ass and his fingers traced the crease of her rear down to the soaked fabric of her thong panties. She flinched, expecting his anger. Instead, his cock pulsed impatiently against her belly. He moaned and growled loudly, then pulled her tail to move her.
"Kneel down in your mess, girl."
She did as he ordered. As she kneeled, the concrete and pee irritating her already scraped up knees. He stood, unbuckling his belt. Her teal eyes watched him nervously and widened as he dropped his large manhood out of his blue jeans. He stepped up to her and curled his fingers through her soft, brown hair, tightening his grip as he prodded her lips with his thick cock, leaving a trail of sticky precum to drip precariously from her plush lips.
"Open your mouth, baby," he grated through clenched teeth. He was so hard, it ached. Her lips parted, and he almost lost his composure the way she looked into his eyes as he slid into her hot mouth. He closed his eyes and he growled low, tugging at the wad of hair he clenched in his fist. She whimpered and he looked down at her lips stretched over his swelling dick. He pushed forward, filling her mouth. Her eyes watered and she tried to cough unsuccessfully. He grinned down at her, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.
He withdrew a little, and her tongue grazed him, making his massive cock throb and spew copious amounts of precum into her mouth. He thrust haphazardly a few times and her paws came up to clutch the tiger's thighs. She swallowed what she could as his precum filled her mouth every few moments, leaving the rest to leak out of the sides of her lips. He stepped closer, his other paw gripping her head as he forcefully bobbed her head over his manhood. Her lips tightened slightly as he withdrew each time, sucking at him as her tongue flicked and caressed when it wasn't flattened down by his entry.
"That's right, pet. You've done this before, naughty girl. You like my dick in your mouth, don't you?"
Peaches murmured with her mouth full, vibrating him thoroughly. He inhaled sharply and his eyes rolled back in his head. Her lips massaged him as she bobbed her mouth, his precum and her saliva mixing, swishing and bubbling out at the sides. It sent a delicious tickle up his belly. His claws scraped at the delicate flesh of her neck as he dug his fingers through her cream and tan colored fur.
"You want my...cum, pet?" the tiger panted out, removing his paw from her neck to take her paw into his. He guided her paw to his balls to massage them. She took over, and his paw drew away to brace himself against the picnic table behind him. A thunderous growl escaped his mouth as she gently caressed his balls while sucking his pulsing cock deep into her mouth. It was enough to drive any male mad. In a lusty rage, he grabbed Peaches by the hair and pulled her over to the picnic table between his legs, bending her head back. He brought one leg up to rest on the bench while the other steadied him on the ground. He growled low, and placed his hand on Peaches's forehead, holding her head against the bench. Her mouth gaped and he took full advantage, pushing his cock straight down. She spasmed as her body tried to force him back by gagging, but he pushed his weight into it. He was so close to exploding. His heart thundered as he felt himself slip. He thrust himself between her lips, holding her down so he could fuck her mouth deeply. His balls twitched and he knew it was time. He buried his cock in her throat as it jerked and exploded, his hot seed filling up every crevice as she desperately tried to swallow it all down. She gagged and some bubbled up from her nose and the sides of her lips. He shot another load, overwhelming the wolf he had pinned. He roared, throwing his head back as he withdrew, splashing his cum across her lips. She coughed and tried to catch her breath, feeling woozy from being deprived of oxygen. He leans over, resting his head against his forearm on the picnic table and remains for several moments, panting. His cock, still pulsing wildly between his legs dripped down on Peaches's heaving chest.
Time passed, who knows how long, before he found the strength to stand up straight. His dick bobbed as he stood, stepping back from the bench. His little wolf wench still sat with her head tilted back. Her eyes were closed and her breaths came in soft little puffs. She was too exhausted to move. He looked about and found a spigot nearby, where he cleaned himself before sliding his pants up over his thighs. He took off his t-shirt, and wet it at the spigot. He returned to where the female sat, and began to clean her face. Her eyelashes flickered a little, and she murmured.
"Let's get you back to my place, pet. I'll be a good master and let you clean up," he grunted and lifted the limp wolf over his shoulder. She smelled of him, her own sweet urine and grass. Remembering her soaked panties, he felt his arousal build again as he trudged to his pick up truck. He laid her down in the passenger seat carefully and buckled her in. She moaned in protest, but he hushed her and she quieted. He crawled in the driver's seat and pulled out of the abandoned park, eager to get home and make the most of the clumsy, submissive, little female.