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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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As Caprice neared her twenty-fifth birthday, she had the sinking feeling that her wealthy husband might be looking elsewhere for his entertainment. She had grown accustomed to the lavish lifestyle of a trophy wife and was not ready to give up on it just yet, even with spending her days in the gym and eating a healthy diet, she looked even better now than she had at eighteen. The Chartreux feline with her dazzling amber eyes and rich, vibrant blue-grey coat could easily have dominated the centerfolds of adult magazines if she wanted to. Instead, she only ever let her husband have the honor of seeing her in anything less than a swimsuit.

With her hourglass figure, the perfect heart shape of her backside and her surprisingly augmented natural D cup breasts, she was a sight to behold. There was also a natural “smile” about her soft pouting lips, that gave her not a resting bitch face, but rather one of inherent naughtiness. There always seemed to be a somewhat playful smile on her lips, as if to entice anyone who saw it to approach her and try their luck. Indeed a few had, none were ever successful though, as Caprice was clever enough to know not to risk the good life she had.

That was until her trip to the new upmarket lingerie store along Rodeo drive. No one seemed to know where it had come from, all they knew was that it was very exclusive and customers were permitted entry via appointment only. Even with her circle of rich friends, Caprice only knew of two others who had managed to get into the store, though their reactions were not very forthcoming as she would have expected. They did not boast about getting in at all, they in fact seemed reluctant to talk about their visit and at most, they stated their time there was just simply very fulfilling. Being a feline, her natural curiosity got the better of her, along with feeling the need to step up her game in the bedroom, now seemed like the perfect time to try get in and see for herself.

The request for entry seemed more like a dating site than anything else, Caprice soon found out. She had to list her dating history along with providing a photograph of herself in nothing but her underwear. There was even a rather unusual NDA she had to agree to, though this did explain why her friends were so reluctant to speak about the boutique at the very least. It seemed they were at least very strict about their discrepancy policy, so anything she did or said inside the store would be kept private. There must have been a dedicated employee who monitored the access requests as within half an hour, Caprice had been granted permission to enter, along with a date and time for her appointment. She was also informed that her assistants would be Tristan and Adelaide, along with photographs of the two women.

This was surprising to Caprice, but the young feline supposed it was just how such an exclusive store might operate. Tristan and Adelaide had been chosen as her individual assistants based on the information she had provided in her application, which she thought just meant that her shopping experience would be custom tailored to be as enjoyable as possible. Though there were profiles provided for both her shopping assistants, Caprice only briefly scanned their photographs to memorize their faces, though it wouldn’t be hard to pick them out of a crowd, both women were very beautiful indeed.

Adelaide was an Australian Kelpie, who looked something akin to a terrier with Doberman coloring and bright blue eyes. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, with only two strands of her fringe left forward to frame her pretty face. The Kelpie looked to be on the shorter and more broad side, but not quite stocky. It was obvious Adelaide was well toned beneath her curves, but what little weight she did have, she carried well and her curves just further accentuated her beauty. At most, she might have been classified as a plus sized model, but that wasn’t quite accurate either.

Tristan was something of an oddity, she was the stereotypical beautiful vixen, except for one thing. Tristan appeared to be unusually tall for a vixen, though somehow that just made her even more exotic and attractive. She had the natural rust colored fur, the dark “gloves” and even the long blond hair, but all her features looked as though they had been photoshopped to near exaggeration. Caprice doubted anyone could look that good in real life, but she would have to see for herself when they met in person.

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It wasn’t a lie, if anything, their photographs had not done them justice. For the first time in her life, Caprice suddenly felt self-conscious about her looks as she stood staring up at the tall vixen. Tristan even had a strong presence that just made her want to obey the stunning woman, even though she had only just smiled warmly at their latest customer.

“What was that?” Caprice coughed and sputtered when Tristan spritzed her with a strange little spray from a crystal decanter. There was a hint of strawberries in the pink tinted liquid, which left a somewhat fruity and floral scent behind. It wasn’t bad, but not her usual preferred style of scent.

“It’s called Heat, it is our signature perfume” Tristan replied with another warm smile, her unusually deep and smoky voice caught Caprice by surprise.

The perfume certainly lived up to its name, Caprice could feel herself warming already, in more ways than one. But that was not what she was here for, she was looking for something enticing for her husband in the bedroom. There were dozens of displays all around the small store, some appeared more homely and restrained, all the way to raunchy and even some leather items. It seemed they catered to every taste and then some, surely, she would find what she wanted here.

“If you would follow me, please, Caprice” Adelaide asked as she appeared from behind a display. Just like Tristan, Adelaid had an unusual voice as well. Both spoke softly and clearly; it was oddly relaxing and almost hypnotic in a way. Caprice supposed they were taught to speak like this to help relax their customers, as it was certainly working on her. She could already feel her nerves starting to calm down, even the butterflies in her stomach were fading away. Just like Tristan, Adelaide was even more beautiful in person with her rich and vibrant coat. Her hair was perfectly done as well, as if a team of hairstylists had tended to the Kelpie so not a single hair was out of place atop her head. Even being the shorter of the two assistants, Adelaide was still a head taller than her however, there was also a hint of an Australian accent to her words she noticed.

Their outfits were a little unusual, both Tristan and Adelaide wore what appeared to be wearing a barista’s apron over a Catholic Schoolgirls uniform, replete with the thigh high stockings and short plaid skirt. The boutique’s logo was stitched into the apron in a very stylized silver thread, each bearing their respective employee’s name. From the look of the material and stitching of their outfits however, it was very evident that this was a well-run store. Adelaide and Tristan took Caprice on a tour through the store, showing the young feline all the different sections and selections of outfits. Caprice selected a few items she thought would look good on her, while Adelaide also picked out a couple with Tristan carrying the items behind them.

“Would you like us to join you in the changing room, or shall we wait outside, Caprice?” Adelaide almost purred to the feline when they arrived at the private room in the back of the boutique. Caprice couldn’t help but feel those words carried a lot more suggestion than they should have, though perhaps that was just her own arousal making her read into it more than she should be. Caprice was feeling warm, almost hot in fact, especially her crotch.

“N..no, I’m good…thanks” the Chartreux feline replied with a blush and a hint of a pant. She quickly stepped inside the change room once Tristan had hung her selection of lingerie inside for her to try, then left her alone behind the heavy red curtain. The change room was surprisingly large and comfy, with a plush sofa and a futon on the opposite side to the wall of mirrors. There was even a fancy glass table with champagne on ice in a silver bucket beside the sofa. Inside the room the light was a soft ever shifting spectrum of color, perhaps to let her see what she would look like under different lighting? There was also a strange, faint whispering song playing that she couldn’t quite hear the words off. But this must all have been chosen to help her relax, as it was working exceptionally well.

Caprice soon was stripped out of her clothing and underwear, which made her uncomfortably aware of just how turned on she was. Which posed a bit of an issue, if she tried on any of the underwear, she would no doubt soil it with her arousal. Even her nipples were perked and throbbing, almost begging for attention. But she could not do anything about it at the moment, not with Adelaide and Tristan standing right on the other side of the privacy curtain. With a resigned sigh, Caprice made the decision to try on a white lace set.

When she looked at herself in the wall of mirrors, she was taken aback somewhat. Never had she seen herself look so…attractive. The white lace against her grey-blue coat was very appealing, this was a set which Adelaide had strongly suggested. At first Caprice had been perhaps a bit dismissive of it as it seemed too plain, almost looking like something one would wear under a bridal gown. But seeing it on her now, with the thigh high stockings and garter belt, along with the pushup half cup bra and thong underwear, there was no way her husband could not be interested in her now. She also felt oddly proud of how good she looked, though there was a slight pang of guilt at how she’s wrinkled her nose at Adelaide when she had suggested the outfit.

“Adelaide, could you come in here for a minute?” Caprice called out, wanting to apologize and get the Kelpie’s approval. As soon as Adelaide entered the room, she could not hide the appreciative grin at seeing Caprice in the outfit she had worn. That look just made Caprice even more excited for some reason, further adding to the problem of her soiling the outfit. “Does this look good?” the married feline tried to break the strange tension as Adelaide stared almost hungrily at her.

“Looks good enough to eat” came the Kelpie’s rather direct response.

“Pardon?” Caprice asked in surprise, not believing she had heard the other woman correctly.

“I said…looks good enough to eat” Adelaide growled as she suddenly closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to the stunned felines. The Kelpie slipped an arm about Caprice’s waist to hold her close, while the other hand sunk down inside the feline’s underwear to immediately sink two digits up into the feline’s cunt.

Caprice growled angrily into the kiss and tried to push Adelaide away, at least that’s what she had intended to do. What she actually did however, was to simply whimper pathetically into the kiss while she clutched at the other woman’s upper arms and ground her needy pussy down onto those fingers suddenly inside her. God, she had never been so turned on before!

“Is she ready?” Tristan asked when she too joined them behind the privacy curtain.

“Sure is, aren’t you kitten?” Adelaide broke the kiss to grin at the once again confused feline. Caprice watched as the Kelpie raised her soiled fingers for her partner to see, there was no hiding just how damn slick the black and tan canine’s digits were with her arousal. She couldn’t find the words to deny it, hell, she couldn’t even bring herself to make eye contact with Adelaide or Tristan at that very moment. Not that she needed to, they clearly had plans for her it seemed.

With practiced grace and movement, Tristan moved behind Caprice before dropping down to her haunches behind the feline. At the same time, Adelaide did the same before her, without warning, they tugged the felines underwear aside and leaned their muzzles in close before beginning their initial assault. Caprice had long since given up the notion that she would ever get to experience good head from her husband, at most he was good for a few licks before he got bored and just wanted to get off. Adelaide however seemed to be a pussy connoisseur and was now dining at her favorite restaurant with how eagerly she was diving into the married feline’s snatch. Caprice couldn’t help it, she unintentionally sunk her claws into the gorgeous Kelpies shoulders from the sudden pleasure, though Adelaide either didn’t seem to notice or she just didn’t care as she continued to lap, kiss and make out with the married woman’s cunt before her.

While Adelaide distracted Caprice with her oral talents up front, Tristan knelt behind the married feline with one hand gripping and lifting her tail, while the other palmed a buttock and held her lewdly spread, so the vixen’s soft tongue could dance across and around her virgin pucker. Caprice’s husband had never been keen on anal, despite her offering it to him on special occasions, so the sensation was very new to the inexperienced feline. She had read stories of such things before, even discussed it with some of her closest friends, but this was better than what they had described. Soon the grey-blue furred feline had her eyes closed as she raised her muzzle skyward to groan out aloud, while her hips rolled and ground between the two very different but also very pleasurable sensations.

Caprice’s brow began to furrow as she felt that unusual sensation of a rather intense climax starting to build within her already, though in the last few years they had only come at her own hands. Having one stirred from someone else’s touch was rather unusual for her, especially with how intense it was starting to feel. It was all she could do to hold back the building wave of pleasure, but it was all for naught. Almost in synchronized movements, both Adelaide and Tristan began delving their tongues deeply within the feline’s openings. Her blood was pumping so loud in her own ears that she could no longer even hear the strange music, her vision went a brilliant white before she felt so light and soft, as if she were floating.

She wasn’t floating however, when her eyes began to focus, Caprice was standing almost nose to nose with Adelaide. The Kelpie was grinning broadly at someone standing behind her, when she turned to look, Tristan was standing behind her as well. That was not all she became aware of, something firm was pressing against her backside...but there was also something pressing against her front as well, come to think of it. When Caprice looked down, she was surprised to see a sizeable bulge hidden beneath the Kelpie’s apron, no doubt there was a matching one behind her as well.

Almost in slow motion, Adelaide reached down to tug her apron aside in order to reveal how the front of her short schoolgirl skirt was lifted. Caprice’s hand moved of its own accord, as if the canine had issued a silent command, as she reached down to slip her hand beneath Adelaide’s skirt and grasp at the surprisingly real length hidden beneath it. It felt hot and heavy, even pulsed and throbbed a little in her grasp, just like a real cock would. But Adelaide was a woman, wasn’t she?

As if to answer the unspoken question, the Kelpie stepped back a pace or two, until she sat down on the plush sofa and lifted her skirt to reveal herself fully. Where there should have been a nice, tight little pussy; there was instead an absurdly large cock. Adelaide was sporting a decent sized sheath and balls as well, easily the largest Caprice had ever seen. “Kneel” the Kelpie ordered with a stern glare, which somehow forced Caprice to do as told. A small voice in the back of her head told her this was wrong and she should just leave, but that voice was being drowned out by the aching heat between her thighs. They had made her cum once already, the most intense climax she’d had in years, why would she run now?

Again, it was as if Adelaide was using telepathy to control her, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Some part of her must desperately have wanted this, with how easily she found herself grasping that twitching and throbbing canine length before her. The Kelpie didn’t even need to give any indication of what she wanted before Caprice had her lips wrapped about her turgid flesh and began to suck with every ounce of skill she had.

Even before she had managed to take half of Adelaide’s cock into her maw, something else began probing at her nethers. She didn’t need to look back to know it was Tristan, but perhaps she should have looked, then she would have known what she was in for. Even if she had read these two shopping assistant’s profiles, she would have known that Tristan was part Great Dane, one such part was now sinking slowly and deeply within her.

Adelaide just grinned down at the feline as she screwed her eyes shut tight and groaned deeply around her mouthful of canine cock. Again, Tristan had a firm grip at the base of her tail as she guided an even bigger member between the felines slick little pussylips and into the tight heat beyond. Caprice was unable to stay motionless, she tried to squirm away from the thickness stretching her cunt out so much, but the vixen’s grip was unbreakable. Tristan even began to tug back on the felines tail, forcing more cock into the married woman, until her knot kissed against Caprice’s opening.

The grey-blue furred feline could only open her eyes and look up into the grinning countenance of Adelaide, who was holding her head down firmly in place while she lightly fucked Caprice’s muzzle. The slow building thrusts of the unusual vixen behind her kept her almost bobbing back and forth on the Kelpie’s dick as well. Soon the discomfort of taking something so big began to subside and fade away, only to be replaced by an undeniable pleasure. The vixen’s member was an odd shape, thicker around the middle with rather pronounced veins, which added a unique texture to her length. Every time she thrust into the feline, Caprice could not help but almost squeal and clench down about her as those veins rubbed against some very sensitive spots inside her.

“Keep fucking her, she’s about to pop” Adelaide noted as she saw the felines eyes begin to almost roll back inside her skull. Tristan knew better than to alter her pace or depth, so the vixen just kept on with her slow and deep strokes to ensure Caprice had a nice, hard and intense cum.

“Fucking hell, she’s gripping my dick like a gorilla’s fist” Tristan laughed when she found she could barely move an inch with how tight Caprice was clenching, once her climax landed. “How effective do you think her birth control is?” the vixen asked with a devilish grin.

“Only one way to find out” Adelaide replied with a menacing chuckle. Caprice was a trophy wife; her husband didn’t want kids as he thought they would ruin her figure. As such, the feline had to begin taking birth control pills to prevent any unwanted pregnancies. She had long since given up the hope of having children of her own, though it was a small price to pay for the life she lived.

Caprice was only vaguely aware of her shopping assistant’s conversation, again her blood was pumping too loud in her ears to make much sense. Though what they were saying didn’t make much sense either, they weren’t a hundred percent male, so surely they couldn’t get her pregnant, could they? Could they even cum like a man? Even if they could, she was on some pretty effective birth control stuff, so the likelihood of her getting knocked up was very low…not zero however, just very low.

As if to answer her question about how they climaxed, Tristan began bucking and thrusting somewhat erratically into the married feline’s cunt. Caprice however, was distracted by a sudden intrusion beneath her tail as the vixen sunk her thumb into the captive feline’s backdoor, just as her cock began to lurch and fire ropes of thick seed deep inside her. The vixen knew better than to try knot the feline on her first round though, instead she gripped behind her own knot to simulate a tie to enable her to spill her precious seed within the married pussy before her. She did so love the way these rich bitches squirmed while she filled them up, though it was nothing compared to how she would have Caprice moving once she claimed that cute little pink star of hers later. Tristan liked nothing better than making rich women beg for her to stop fucking them in the ass, it was almost as good as making them reluctantly enjoy it, knowing how they had fully submitted to her.

“Don’t flood this one too much, you know I’m not a fan of sloppy seconds” Adelaide growled, but it was too late. The Kelpie scowled up at the vixen who was just grinning back at her as she emptied her big dark balls deep inside the feline. Caprice could feel every hot spurt of the vixen within her, being smaller than Tristan meant that she was not physically capable of housing both her impressive cock as well as the almost impossible load she was depositing. It almost felt like her belly should be a little distended from the sheer volume the vixen was providing, but when she did reach beneath herself to confirm, Caprice was relieved to feel her tummy was a taut and flat as ever.

“This time you’re cleaning that up” Adelaide sighed when she heard the telltale spatter of her friends seed spill from within the grey-blue furred feline as she unsheathed herself from the married cunt. Caprice couldn’t help but notice that the Kelpie had said “this time”, so clearly this wasn’t the first time they had done this to one of their clients. That did explain why her friends were so reluctant to talk about the store, had they also been surprised like she was? But no, Adelaide and Tristan had been hand selected for her, she recalled the confirmation mail stating. Did that mean there were other assistants she could potentially have gotten?

“Relax, you’ll forget all about that in a moment…here, enjoy this rich bitch while I recharge” Tristan huffed while hoisting the feline up off the floor and into Adelaide’s lap. Caprice didn’t have a moment to rest as she was placed right down on the black and tan canine’s chunky dick. While not as long as the vixen’s, it was a tad bit more girthy. “Down you go” the vixen said rather smugly as she firmly pushed down on Caprice’s lower back, forcing the feline to be impaled on the waiting dog dick below.

“Nice tits, they real?” Adelaide asked as she reached up to undo the felines bra before removing it completely. Her soft but firm hands returned to cup and heft Caprice’s mounds, giving each a testing squeeze and feel. “Hot damn, they really are real” she continued while squeezing and fondling the felines bust with more enthusiasm. “Never been a fan of the fake tits myself, they’re too hard and have weird geometry” the Kelpie continued.

“But yours…” She began to ask in confusion, if Adelaid had a dick, didn’t that mean that she was just a pretty male with fake breasts? She’d read that shemales didn’t really exist, there were no chicks with dicks, just guys with tits.

“Oh, they’re real alright, what you’re riding is a recent addition” Adelaide replied with a smug grin. “Amazing what designer drugs can do these days; by this time tomorrow we’ll be back to normal and no one would be the wiser.”

Caprice was finding it hard to think straight, Adelaide was slowly bouncing her in her lap, working that thick cock in and out of her constantly. She had traded hands for her mouth once she knew Caprice was all natural, now she was firmly biting at her sensitive nipples while working the slender feline along her cock like a living sextoy.

“Here, take another hit” Tristan said as she appeared beside Caprice suddenly. As soon as the feline turned to look over at the vixen, she was spritzed in the face with that same perfume Tristan had sprayed on her when she had entered the store. Almost immediately she felt her internal temperature spike and a sudden rush of euphoria overtook her, leading to another intense climax.

Even as her mind almost went blank, Caprice began to realize what had happened to her and why she was letting them use her like this. Normally she would have run a mile to preserve herself for her husband as soon as they had started touching her, but that spray must have been some sort of drug. She recalled feeling oddly aroused and warm soon after the initial spray, but now with a second dose making it that much more effective, she knew for sure she had been drugged. Her entire body felt more sensitive than usual, the firm bites to her nipples had felt a little sore before, but now they had her groaning and trembling in Adelaide’s lap. Even the feeling of something slimy under her tail again was feeling unreasonably good, though it didn’t feel like a tongue this time.

Caprice frowned as she tried to place the feeling, it was too thin to be Tristan’s cock, but too hard to be her tongue. When the fingers slipped free for a moment, before returning to add further slickness to her asshole, the feline realized she was experiencing fingers under her tail for the first time. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it, princess. You didn’t say shit when I first pushed my fingers into you back here” the vixen growled into her ear as she began pumping her slick fingers in and out of the felines behind. “Good girl, keep squirming and clenching for me like that” Tristan huffed when she added a third finger to Caprice’s backdoor, still slowly and firmly working her open for the main course.

On some level Caprice knew what was coming, but it somehow was still a surprise when the vixen removed her fingers and instead began sheathing her once again stiff cock up her rear entrance. Adelaide had stopped bouncing the feline in her lap to let her friend line up and begin sinking in, soon the vixen was rocking Caprice in the Kelpie’s lap as she worked herself ever deeper beneath the rich bitches twitching tail. “Fuck me, that’s one tight cunt” Adelaide snorted through grit teeth, while her expertly painted nails scratched against Caprice’s waist. The added thickness of the vixen’s Great Dane worthy cock now buried deep within their client’s posterior didn’t leave a lot of room for the Kelpie’s own impressive thickness.

Caprice had never felt so full, then again, she had only experienced her husband’s member before and he was only a little over average. These two were something else, they put her husband to shame and then some. One of them alone was more than she thought she could ever handle, but now having both of them inside her at the same time, they made her feel like she was about to rip apart at the seams. It wasn’t much better when they began moving, as one withdrew, the other sunk deep inside her. They timed their rhythm perfectly so she was never without a dick in her, even when they made her cum yet again, for the third time. Their fucking did not stop, not until Caprice was begging for mercy.

By the time she was eventually allowed to get dressed again, Caprice had taken multiple loads from both Tristan and Adelaide, at least one in each of her no longer virgin orifices. Even as she strolled down Rodeo Drive with her bags of new lingerie, she could feel their cum soaking through her underwear and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs, making her feel like a common whore. She should have felt angry or embarrassed, but she didn’t, all she felt was arousal. She doubted it was still the drug as well, she hadn’t been fucked like that ever, nor had she ever been made to cum so hard or so often.

Most of all, it didn’t matter that she was now being blackmailed to return again, to be subjected to another round of who knew what and with which assistants. Even if they hadn’t recorded every little thing, they’d done to her over the last few hours, Caprice knew she would have willingly returned to the boutique, just for another round of rough fucking. The risk of being knocked up was worth it in the end.