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Piercing Judgment

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

Tobias watched for the five minutes that Very had to take care of the white wolf. Despite the obvious pleasure on the other woman's face - something that the vixen could not see from where she was, buried between the female's thighs - Greta managed to keep her pleasure down. Her cookie spasmed from time to time, her clit throbbed and pushed forward past the vixen's dedicated tongue, but she never quite went over the edge. An intentional thing, he was sure. Forcing him to take part in the 'play.'

Not that he minded, this time. It was...reassuring, he realized, to know that Very was in the hands of someone that could handle her kinky side, as well as reassure her that she was wanted for more than that. Forcing her to 'fail' from time to time meant that she could be shown love and affection for more than just the pleasure she was given.

The Doberman's ears flicked back slightly as the five-minute mark passed and Greta parted her legs again. The vixen pulled back slowly, the long chain that hung from the wolf's clit sliding out of her throat as if she'd been deepthroating it. For all that he knew, she had been. It would not have been something he put past her.

"The result?" he asked, as if it were not patently obvious.

"Mmmm...good, but not quite good enough," Greta said, stroking the vixen between the ears. "She tried hard, though."

I'm certain she did. You had a face that would have been suitable for an ahegao magazine, he thought, shaking his head.

The vixen pouted, her head down. She crossed her arms with an embarrassed, annoyed blush, grinding her cheek against her shoulder.

Still hates to fail...

"Well, looks like she gets her second chance...unless you want to retract that little offer?"

He whipped his head up, narrowing his eyes at the wolfess. She didn't pull back, however. If anything, she only smiled slightly, almost like he was about to duck out of a dare rather than something more serious. It took him a moment to push his annoyance back down, his hands slowly moving from the arms of his chair to his lap.

"I promised her a second chance...if she's ready to accept the consequences of a second loss, that is."

Turning back to Very, he cocked his head to the side slowly. The vixen narrowed hers, shifting her stance ever so slightly. Oh, she was ready. If anything, she was more ready for him than she had been for Greta. She wanted to prove herself. Wanted to prove that she was more than what he had seen thus far.

Again, something else that had not changed. Unlike him.

Despite those changes, however, Tobias still had to force himself to drag his zipper down. The sound seemed preternaturally loud in the piercing room, and the feeling of cool air against his thighs and along the front of his bulge sent a little shiver down his spine. There was something inappropriate about this, something that had once been easy, but was now...less so. Not wrong, but different.

Fascinating, really. He noted it for later study, and forced his hand down further, dragging his zipper all the way down and pulling his boxers out of the way. A full sheath with a tapered head just starting to lipstick from it was revealed, and he thumbed the edge of his sheath gently, just slightly tugging it down.

"Well?" he muttered, looking the vixen in the eye. "Are you going to take this second chance, or are you going to go with the lesser punishment?"

"Heh, you know I'm not going to say no."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't."

Shuffling slightly to make himself more comfortable, he thumbed the edges of his pants down, making a wider space for her muzzle. No sooner had he gotten comfortable than she was between his thighs, her smaller size meaning that she didn't even have to kneel. The size difference between them was both strange and arousing, disturbing and intriguing.

And her mouth...was much more enthusiastic now than it had been.

He let out a soft groan as he felt her tongue flicking over the head of his shaft, her narrow muzzle diving down and taking more than he had imagined she'd be able to. Her legs spread slightly, one hand going down and futilely rubbing against the metal cap that covered her clit. The way that she dove her head down pushed past the mere fact that she was trying to get out of being locked in chastity, and made her seem all the more eager.

Was it a trick, he wondered, something to make him feel more desired? Or was it something that she had genuinely come to enjoy doing while staying with this wolf?

Tobias groaned under his breath. At moments like this, he really wished that he could turn the constant analysis off. It just never stopped, always distracting, always pushing him to think about one thing or another, never allowing him to truly settle in and enjoy something without having to pick it apart.

He looked down at her as she worked her face up and down his shaft, her muzzle parting almost too far when she went down to his knot. Her lips were just too small to easily surround it, giving him the faintest hint of scraping teeth when she got close to the base. Her breath puffed around it, huffing, not quite gagging, but close to it as she snorted against his knot. Little paws pressed against his thighs, fingers curling to pull herself further down -

"You will need to do a little better than that," he said, his voice carefully even. "And I believe we are at the halfway point?"

"Slightly past."

"Yes. If you don't speed this up..."

Impregnation. That was the threat that he had offered, the 'punishment' that would come if she did not 'satisfy' him. She was close, admittedly, and she was doing fairly well...

But he wanted more, if she was going to avoid that. And clearly, she could do more; she had the glint in her eye, that little shimmer that he recognized. She was poking the bear, trying to get a rise, seeing what she could get away with.

Tobias shook his head, putting his hand on hers and slowly driving her to her knees. His cock bent, pushed down so that as she went to her knees, she was dragging it down like a water spout on a rodent's cage. He held her head there, thrusting forward, locking her lips with his knot. As she swallowed hard, he shifted one paw, bringing it down between her legs. She couldn't see, but she'd feel it.

Particularly when he flicked one toe upwards.

She gasped around his shaft, half-coughing from the sudden penetration from below. He took his time, slowly curling his toe back out of her, ensuring that she felt every little scrape from the blunted claw and the rougher pad along the bottom. She wiggled her hips, straining, her thighs shaking as if unsure whether to clench or to spread further. The Doberman cocked his head to the side.

"Is that all you can take?"

"Mmmph...ah...mmmph..."

She strained her head up, almost cracking her neck in the process as she pushed her mouth open once more. She gummed around the middle of his knot, trying to drag it into her mouth and the tip into her throat. Quite honestly, the vixen was at the perfect angle for such a thing.

Perhaps she might have managed it, if he hadn't flicked his toe across her new capped clit, or dragged the claws of two toes towards her sex once more. The shuddering that ran through her, the way that she was so predictable in her moments of stimulated, perhaps even simulated weakness, were her weakness.

Tease, stroke, clawing just enough to leave little red lines under the fur around her sex. He could feel the heat as the skin was abraded just enough to leave that burning behind. A rough, teasing feeling, something that wouldn't actually leave an injury, but leave the impression of one. Yes, that was it. Then in -

The clench around his toe was a mark of her pleasure, and he shook his head as he felt her pushing down, focusing more on his paw than on his shaft. He glanced up at Greta as Very slid all the way down to the head of his shaft, suckling at it slowly. The white wolf held up her hands, counting down from ten.

There was little point in continuing, but he gave Very the benefit of the doubt, allowing her to suck for the entire time until it was done. No orgasm, at least, not for him.

"Five minutes."

Very groaned, huffing softly before hissing as he pulled his toe free. She leaned her head back, wiping her face clear of her own drool.

"You cheated."

"There were no rules stated as to off-limits stimulation. And you forget just how well I know you."

"Ass."

"And you seem to have lost some vocabulary. Greta. Have you simply fucked her stupid?"

"HEY! I'll out-scrabble you right here and now, you -"

"Sometimes, I wonder," the white wolfess muttered, chuckling.

"Don't you take his side..."

Tobias smiled slightly despite himself, but any further conversation was put on hold as the Tasmanian Devil returned. Francine crossed her arms as she walked in, narrowing her eyes at his exposed shaft. Even as it retreated to his sheath, Tobias put on the same unaffected demeanor that he had kept for everything else.

"You will have to give us a minute," he said.

"Why? What'd she lose this time?"

"An empty womb."

"...You serious?"

"Quite so."

"...You mind if I -"

"This is a private affair. Just have the locking piercings ready." He turned back to the vixen, watching as her cheeks slowly flooded with a deep pink. "She made her bet. Now, she will have to pay."

And oddly, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Excited? Disappointed? Strangely, it was all a blend. And he did not like blends.

The End

Summary: Tobias takes things a bit further than he's used to, and ends up feeling very strange as he tests a vixen.

Tags: M/F, Oral, Blowjob, Size Difference, Toes, Paw Play, Vaginal, Orgasm, Squirt, Hump, Vixen, Wolf, Doberman, Series,