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Piercing Decisions

For VeronicaFoxx and Tobias Foxx

By Draconicon

The decision was eventually made to accompany the white wolf and the vixen to Las Vegas. It had been some time since he had been in the city of sin, and he was, admittedly, somewhat curious as to how Greta would be treating this Very.

Of course, he had not expected to be riding along in a van that obviously needed a great deal of work. By the time that they reached their destination, he felt like he had been rattled from head to toe, and it felt as if several of the disks in his spine had been rattled halfway out of place. The Doberman didn't get out of the vehicle with the same glee or spryness as the driver. As a matter of fact, he didn't get out of the van at all.

Greta paused halfway to the parlor, turning around to look at him. He lifted his hand, curling his finger, and she came over to his window.

"Heh, what's the matter?"

"Tell me. Does your piercing parlor offer disk replacements?"

"No?"

"Then perhaps we could find a...how shall I say this? Functional ride for the rest of our time here."

"Hehehe, all your 'experience' acting up there?"

"You will find yourself regretting it more than me, in a few years."

"Probably, but I don't have the money to spend on the van at the moment, but I do have it to spend on piercings."

"...Priorities."

Shaking his head, he gripped the edge of the car door and dragged himself out. It still didn't feel pleasant, but at least he was able to get himself up and out of the vehicle without completely giving in to this most recent discomfort. He was used to potholes, was used to great big jumps in the road. He wasn't quite so used to having his seat act as a jackhammer on his tailbone for upwards of two hours.

Yet, at the same time, he didn't let it show. There was no point in complaining further than he had, and particularly with Very watching him. He could feel those little eyes looking up at him from the front door of the parlor, and even though she was the vixen, she still had that look. That waiting. That feeling of being observed.

He never could shake that feeling of being the older brother that was supposed to look after them. Never could shake the feeling that came with it. But at least with the vixen, it was a little more distant.

Pressing one hand to the base of his spine, he forcibly cracked his back. It popped in rapid succession like a bar down a xylophone, and the sheer release put a smile on his face. Greta chuckled.

"You sound like an old man."

"Experience ages a body."

"Heh. Perhaps someday, we'll see that 'experience' put to use."

The Doberman rolled his eyes behind his mirrored sunglasses, finally putting the van behind him. The females - neither of them really dressed - waited for him at the front door. He arched an eyebrow.

"Aren't you underdressed for this?"

"They don't care," Very said.

"She's right. They don't. They've had drunks and addicts coming through these doors every day for years. As long as you come through sober, they don't give a damn how dressed-up you are," Greta said.

"...It's one of those places, then."

"Heh, one of those dives, but with all the best people," the white wolf said. "Come on."

He followed, though not without a little bit of suspicion. After all, they were still in the down-market part of town. Places like this could be great, but they had just as good a chance of being hellholes.

As they walked through the front doors, they entered a waiting room that was surprisingly empty. There was a clerk, a male possum, just behind the desk. Very blushed slightly as they walked in, and he wondered immediately what she had been put through here to do that. It wasn't quite like her to show any sort of embarrassment where someone might be able to remember it.

Greta, on the other hand, flaunted her body as much as he expected her to. She swayed her hips as she walked up to the clerk, naked as she had been in the hotel room, and she slapped her clit chain against the front desk a few times.

"Hey, little guy, is Francine in?" she asked.

"Francine's a little busy right now, ma'am," the possum said, chuckling. "But she should be done in about ten minutes."

"Tell her that Greta's here when she's done, and tell her that we've got some good stuff for her today."

"Heh, your wish is my command, ma'am." The possum bobbed his head, then looked around her, cocking his head to the side at the Doberman. "New client, ma'am?"

"Friend of one," Tobias said before the wolf could answer.

"Getting anything for yourself?"

The Doberman arched an eyebrow. Greta had asked that, too, and he hadn't quite finished making a decision on that matter. It was possible, he supposed, though it wasn't something that he had ever particularly wanted. He shrugged, and that seemed good enough for the possum.

"Well, if you change your mind, we do group deals."

"I will keep that in mind. Greta."

The white wolf nodded back at him, and he sat down one chair to the side of the front door, boot against the leg of the chair right beside him. Instinct, really; be ready to slam the door shut, and make sure that there was enough distance - and a weapon - between you and anyone that might be coming through.

She watched, and she seemed to understand. Certainly, the vixen did. She nodded back at him, shifting her stance ever so slightly, almost like a pouncing position with the way her leg muscles were tensed and ready.

She remembers. He nodded.

Eventually, the females sat down on the other side of the door, with Very sitting nearer to it and Greta sitting further. It seemed to be a decision that the two of them arrived at on their own, and with the vixen being the one to push it. He wasn't surprised.

He leaned back, tapping his boot against thin air as he waited for them to be called back. Despite the lack of music that most waiting rooms had - or perhaps because of it - he felt slightly more at ease here than he had in other places. There wasn't that fake feeling of making people comfortable, or that sense of being pleasant only when customers could see the employees. There was just a sense of business and exchange. It remained to be seen what this Francine was like, but it made him...not optimistic, but interested.

His ears flicked as he listened to the females. Very was pushing for details about what was going to happen to her this time, and Greta was quite closed-mouthed. The vixen asked if they were getting this piercing or that piercing, whether they were going with what they'd said back at the hotel or if they were doing something different.

And Greta said nothing.

Tobias looked out of the corner of his eye, never turning his head, and he saw that the white wolf was smiling. Obviously, she had a plan.

This is going to drive the vixen mad...

The Doberman allowed himself the smallest of smiles. That, it seemed, was still a thing. Lack of information was the quickest way to drive her to frustration, and the vixen was rapidly becoming more and more animated as she kept trying to guess what it was she'd be getting, trying very basic shock tactics to see if she could get it out of the white wolf.

Not that it was working. It seemed that Greta either had some experience of her own resisting questioning, or she had just gotten used to Very's way of being pushy. He had to admit, it was nice to see that there were other people that could stand up to her that way. And it was rather amusing to see someone else able to drive her absolutely wild.

Eventually, the vixen flopped down in her chair, crossing her arms in an absolute pout. The fact that she was naked save for the body paint along her hips and chest that barely looked like clothes only made it that much more absurd. Tobias didn't feel the need to laugh, but he did shake his head with a little smirk of amusement on his lips.

"Francine will see you now," Pete the possum said.

"Excellent," Greta said, getting to her feet. "Come on, you two."

Shrugging, he got to his feet and followed the white wolf towards the back of the facility. He wasn't surprised that she seemed to know her way. The front clerk obviously knew her, and he would not have been surprised if she knew the staff in places like this across the country. She seemed the sort.

They eventually took a turn to the right at the end of the hallway behind the front desk, ending up in a brightly-lit room that would have hurt his eyes if it weren't for the sunglasses. That said, he wasn't altogether surprised. If someone was working with more intimate piercings, they needed to see what they were doing. He just used to that being more of a mobile light than an overhead one.

"Alright, up on the table," the white wolf said to the vixen.

"Come on, already?"

"Well, unless you want Francine to have to pick you up herself."

"Who is this Francine?" Tobias asked.

"The main piercer out here. Really, really good at her job, too," Greta said, nodding towards her bare breasts. "Changed out the old ones here for something a little more special, and even added a second layer once upon a time."

"...A double-layered piercing?"

"I was going through a phase. Had them everywhere, even between my breasts," she said, running her fingers through her fur along where her ribs would have met. "Not a comfortable spot, let me just say."

"No...no, it wouldn't be."

"Yeah. Anyway, she's really good at what she does, and that's why we're here. Not sure I'd be quite up to doing this stuff right. Could end up messing this little girl up beyond repair, and none of us want that."

"Yeah, including me!" Very said, grumbling as she hopped up on the table. She sat with her legs spread, her paws up, and it meant that both Greta and Tobias had a perfect view of her little cookie down there.

He had seen it a number of times, of course. The intimate parts of the vixen had been a bit of a playground for him at one time, though it was something that he hadn't indulged in for...Tobias blinked. It had been a very long time, now that he thought about it. Perhaps there was something to be said for frequent contact, because he had certainly fallen out of it on this topic.

He sat down at the side of the room, crossing his arms as he fell silent. The females were chatting again, talking things through, and Greta even went so far as to lean forward and start idly fingering Very while he watched.

Hmm. Maybe I have been a trifle...removed.

Before he could go much further down that road of thought, the door to the room opened again. The Doberman leaned forward, just a little, and arched an eyebrow at the sight of the person coming through.

She was a Tasmanian Devil, black-furred and thick-bodied, with less obvious curves than he would have expected for someone that worked here. She seemed the sort that embraced a sort of ferality, considering the way that she moved, the huff and gruff and grunt that she seemed to let out as she walked forward. Her eyes were a deep pink-red, and her teeth were half-bared.

Yet, she was smiling. It was such a strange combination that he couldn't help but admire it for a moment or two.

The Tasmanian Devil pulled on her apron and shirt, then pulled up her pants just a bit as she walked in.

"Greta," she grunted. "Hmmph. Long time no see. You actually have the money to pay for stuff this time?"

"Oh, quit complaining. I paid you and then some last time."

"Yeah, but I only give the cunt-buster discount once a year. It's been nine months. You got cash this time?"

"Yes, yes, I have cash."

"...It's inside you, isn't it?"

"Ooooh, yes." Greta smirked, leaning back against the exam table with her legs crossed. "And trust me, it's going to be a fun game getting it out."

"Ass. You fucking ass."

"Well, you won't be, since it's in the other hole, but -"

"Perhaps we can get down to business?"

Everyone turned to him as he spoke, and Tobias shook his head.

"We are here for a reason, right?"

"...You just had to remind them that I was here, didn't you?" Very asked, covering her eyes as the piercer and the wolf turned to the naked vixen again. "If you'd just kept quiet, I could have -"

"Not likely. That bitch doesn't let her toys get away with shit," Francine said. "Alright, how the fuck are we doing it this time?"

"A game."

The Doberman's ears twitched, but otherwise, he kept himself very still. A game. Just hearing that set off all sorts of old alarms, but he kept himself from reacting. Not yet. This female had been a decent sort so far, and this didn't mean that she had suddenly changed. He needed context. The Tasmanian Devil groaned.

"Another one? Don't you ever get tired of that, you perverted bitch?"

"Never."

"Ugh. Fine. What's the rules for this one?"

"Chastity piercings, two rounds. If my little vixen can manage to impress me and Mr. Grump over there, then she gets to avoid the chastity piercings for that round. If she fails, she gets pierced."

"What?!" Very shouted, but the piercer and Greta just continued.

"Uh-huh. And what kind of bullshit are you putting in her this time?"

"Clit and spade cap for the first round, locking bars for the second."

"Well, at least you're picking something easy this time." Francine sighed. "Well, I'll get the stuff. You guys get started with your crap."

"Lovely. You're a dear."

"And don't squirt all over the floor this time!"

Tobias watched with an eyebrow raised as Francine left, leaving them all alone again. He waited for the door to shut before slowly turning his head to the white wolf.

"This time?"

"Eh, there was a bit of messy play the last time that I was here. To be fair, she squirted as much as I did."

"...So noted."

"Hey, hello. I'm still here," Very said, pointing to herself on the table. "What the fuck, Greta? I thought we were getting something fun this time."

"We are, you naughty thing," the white wolf said, patting the smaller vixen. "You get to prove how good you are under my paws, again, and you get to prove just how good you are with your mouth. You've been bragging about that for weeks, and now, you have the chance to put it to the test with real consequences on the line."

"Mmmph..."

"That's it. You know what I'm saying," Greta said. "You need to be at the top of your game today. If you don't do well enough, you don't just get embarrassed. You get your clit blocked off for months...and if you can't make me cum before Francine loses her patience...why...you might not get anything in your pussy for just as long..."

It was quite the 'punishment', Tobias thought, but it was certainly doing something for Very. He could smell the vixen on the air, smell just how riled up she was getting. He was a little surprised that she could be that interested in the possibility of something that would leave her like that, particularly considering how much she didn't like anal, but, perhaps there was something to the humiliation.

Perhaps he should add to it.

"We should raise the stakes," he said.

"Oh come on. Can't you be on my side here?" Very asked.

"No."

"What do you have in mind?" Greta asked, holding a finger over the vixen's mouth.

"That she doesn't just satisfy you. She has to satisfy me, as well."

Very's eyes just about bugged out of her head, and Greta blinked as she looked between him and the vixen. She cocked her head to the side, and he half-expected her to ask him what that would entail. Worse, he expected her to ask him just what kind of relations that they had had previous to this.

But she didn't. If anything, she smiled slightly.

"I think that's fair. After all, you're part of the judging party here."

"And I can be very...judgmental."

The vixen looked like she wanted to scream in frustration, just as he had hoped she might. He hid his own chuckle, shaking his head as he started to kick off his boots. He could already imagine what Greta had in mind for the first challenge, knowing what Very liked, and he was right.

"Alright. Your first challenge lasts between now and when Francine gets back with the piercing equipment. Worship our paws, little slut."

"You guys are assholes," Very muttered, hopping down from the table as Greta sat beside him. "I swear, utter assholes."

"You're wasting time," Tobias said.

The vixen growled deep in her throat, glaring up at him and the white wolf, but he knew what she was thinking. With the time limit in place, all her complaints would do was annoy them. Another time, with a longer work period, she could amuse them for a while before getting to work. For now, she would need another strategy.

It was like something out of memory as she got to her knees, wiggling across the floor before picking up one of his paws. He remembered, alright, remembered how it felt to grind his paw against her face, to feel her nose sliding between his toes, to feel her muzzle nuzzling against the underside of his paw and along the pads.

There was a discontinuity between memory and reality, of course. Back then, they had been closer to the same size. Now, they weren't.

His paw pressed against her smaller head, his toes able to curl and trap her muzzle with ease. She groaned, grinding her head from side to side along the bottom of his foot, breathing and puffing against the pads. Her fingers pressed against his ankle, holding his paw upright, letting him rest it against her properly.

Hmmph.

It was a somewhat confusing feeling to have her there again, and he felt a strange mix of nostalgia, disappointment, and arousal, with the former two warring over how strong the last one should have been.

He idly flicked his toes up and down as Greta brought her foot up between the vixen's legs. Almost immediately, Very started to grind her hips forward, rubbing her sex against the wolf's toes, along the top of her paw. Tobias looked to his side.

"She's still quite fond of it, hmm?"

"Oh, very. There's mornings I wake up and she's already humping them."

"Heh...I suppose I can see why. You have a fine pair."

"Is that flattery, Mr. Grump?"

"Merely observation."

"Perhaps I'll let you 'observe' closer in the future."

"Do not flirt. You will only be disappointed."

He turned his attention back to the vixen as she opened her mouth, gently pulling one of his toes into her mouth. She bobbed forward slowly, gently dragging it over her tongue. The soft warmth, the soft scratch of her fangs against the digit, was definitely pleasant, but it really wasn't something spectacular that would have merited keeping her from being locked up.

As he idly adjusted the rising anatomy in his pants, he glanced at Greta out of the corner of his eye.

"What do you think? At all good enough?"

"Not yet," she said. "I was hoping to see her showing some more eagerness, grabbing on and sucking hard, but it seems she's a bit off her game today."

"Mmmph!" the vixen protested.

Tobias would have to agree. She was doing alright, but it wasn't what he felt was required to keep her out of the chastity piercings. He pulled his paw back, and the door clicked.

"Alright, I got the goods. You want me to wait in the - oh fucking Christ, you hornballs. Really?"

"Afraid she failed her first round, Francine. I'm thinking a cap for her clit and the tip of her spade," Greta said.

"Oh, COME ON!" Very said. "I barely had any time to get started. You know I'm better than this!"

"Then why are you dripping in anticipation of it all, dear?"

It was dubious consent, certainly. The vixen was lifted up on the exam table by the white wolf and the Tasmanian Devil, both of which had to fight with the squirming female for a moment or two before they had her in the right restraints. Tobias's fingers twitched against his arms at the sight of those, but as soon as he did, Greta looked back at him. She paused, holding up a hand.

"Okay, stop, stop," she said. "Okay, hang on one second. Hey. Hey," Greta said, gently petting the vixen's cheek. "Hey. Quick break in this little scene. You're up for this?"

"Huh?"

"Mind telling me for sure that you're up for this little 'punishment'?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah." Very chuckled. "I'm not happy about fucking up, but I'm gonna take it...and I'm gonna make you pay for it later."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

And it was what Tobias needed to hear, for that matter. He let out a slow breath as the vixen's legs were restrained, the 'scene' starting up again. The vixen squirmed against her restraints as Francine pulled out a piercing gun. The tip of the vixen's spade was pulled upwards, pinched, rubbed, and massaged until it was nice and plump with blood and arousal. He kept his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed through the mirrored lenses as the piercing gun came down around the spade tip.

The Tasmanian Devil pulled the trigger, and the vixen yelped. The sound was harsh, high, and loud, and it was a bit messy. Some red flicked around, not quite spurting, but more than leaking through the holes that had been pinched through the spade tip. He watched as the piercer showed her professionalism, pulling everything together before sliding a metal rod through the hole. It was just slender enough to fit through, thick enough to make sure that it stretched and held properly.

A metal cap followed, sealing off the tip of Very's spade, and it extended down just enough to cover her clit, as well. Two very sensitive pieces had just been locked off, hidden behind plates of metal.

"You're going to have a bitch of a time keeping her clean," Francine said. "You can do it, but it'll take you at least a half hour a day."

"I can do that. She'll be well cared for."

She better.

As Very panted for breath, the Tasmanian Devil sighed.

"So...what kind of fuckery are you doing, now that you got the foot stuff done?"

"Oh, a little oral."

"Of fucking course. Keep it in her mouth, okay?"

"No problem."

The black-furred woman left, grumbling under her breath. Tobias gestured after her.

"I assume this is partially an act of hers."

"Oh, yeah. She's gotta keep up the professional stuff, but stay here past closing, and she's all kinds of kinky."

He nodded. She seemed the sort.

Greta helped Very down from the table, allowing her to kneel on the floor. The vixen was still recovering from the sudden clenching pain between her legs, her pussy dripping from it. He wasn't entirely surprised. She had always been one to enjoy the rough things.

Before she could collapse, however, Greta pulled at her collar, the white wolf standing over her.

"Ah ah. You have another test, remember?"

"Mmmph...I...I remember..."

"Now, if you want to avoid your pussy getting pinned together and locked up, you need to show me how good your mouth is. You didn't get the chance to work my paws very much, so let's try something a little more...intimate."

That was certainly an escalation. Tobias cocked his head to the side as he watched the white wolf spread her legs, showing off her own spade. The black flesh was already getting puffy, already looking quite aroused, and the chain that hung from the wolf's clit was thrown over her thigh.

"Get me off in five minutes, and you'll get to keep the rest of your pussy open. Fail -"

"And you'll have a second chance," Tobias muttered.

The two females turned to him as he slowly unzipped his pants, fishing out his own shaft. It was quite hard from the attention to his paws a moment ago, and despite his own conflicted feelings, there was a part of him that was getting into this quite a bit more than he had anticipated.

"If you fail to get her off, then you will have a second chance with me. But you know I am far harder to impress...and if you fail with me, you get a second punishment."

"Oh?" Very smirked. "And what are you going to throw at me?"

"Impregnation."

Greta's eyes widened, and Very's outright sputtered at the offer. Tobias smiled, idly stroking his thumb along the tip of his shaft.

"Of course, if you are afraid..."

"Hmmph...I can handle it...I can handle both of you."

The vixen leaned in, resting her hands on the white wolf's thighs. The Doberman shook his head at the sight. He knew this vixen. She would probably succeed in bringing the white wolf to orgasm, but only barely. Her technique lay more in the slow teasing, the gradual build-up, the bringing of excitement that combined and grew over time. She could get the wolf off, but him?

Well, he looked forward to seeing her give it a try. It wouldn't work, but she would try. And then...

Then he would see how other memories compared.

The End