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Nick…ole had always been so sure of almost everything in her life up until a few short months ago when her entire life had changed beyond anything she could remotely recognize. Even before that she was a bit of a hustler, always working angles to get deals and make a profit, the shift at becoming someone that enforced the law was enough of a shift. Now even that had shifted and she was back where she thought she’d never be again, standing at the rear van doors of her old partner. She folded her ears back and clanged her knuckles against the metal hearing the deepened chuckle from behind the door as it opened a few moments after. 

“Well, well, well, if it ain’t old Nick,” Fennick popped open the door with a single hand, his eyes staring down at her in a way that made her almost feel uncomfortable at first. “I’ve been wondering why you haven’t come visit. Too good now that you’re a cop?”

“No!” She stammered, “It was never about that, I just-“

“You got too busy with your cop friends?” He smirked, “I heard about what happened with them too.”

Her cheeks suddenly flushed, ears folding back as a hand reached over her chest and covered her arm. “You heard about that huh?” 

“Course I did, but that’s not what bothered me.” He stepped towards the edge of his van entry so that he was eye level with her, his small hand reaching out and tenderly cupping underneath her chin. “What bothers me is that you didn’t bring that fine self over earlier.” She wanted to move her head away but his claws were subtle and they pinched into her skin when he felt her hesitation. “When did we stop bein’ friends?”

That one made her heart sink, and he released her cheek from his grasp as she turned her head shamefully rather than from refusal. “I’m.. I’m sorry.” Her hand covered her face as her ears wilted at either side, “I’m not sure what to do anymore.”

“I know beautiful, you lost your job with the cops huh?” she nodded, “Now you’re all out of options.” Again she nodded. “Paying rent? Paying bills?” He nudged open the door to his van with a single push of his footpaw, “Come on in, let’s talk about your options.” 

She could feel his gaze upon her while she stepped into his ‘office’, standing upright she looked around the make-shift one room home that he lived in. “So what do I do? I need a job again, maybe we could go back to making pawpsicles?” 

He rolled his eyes, “That old game? Now they got carts everywhere once they figured the lemmings bought your junk. Naw. I got something better in mind.” His hand touched upon her thigh as his eyes locked into hers, “You got the best assets I seen in a long time girly.” 

She knew what he was doing, it was obvious, it was a tactic that Fennick had employed time and again with younger ladies that were vulnerable and eager for guidance. Yet Nicole had never understood its appeal until that moment when she felt somewhat secure in the presence of the smaller fennec fox. “Finnick,” Nicole muttered as his hand gripped unto her thigh.

“Nah babe, call me Fin.” His deep voice sent a tingle along her spine as he slowly teased at the soft curvature of her furred flesh, his eyes gazing up at her and even though she was looking down she felt an instinctual need to submit to him. “We’re going to make everything all right.” 

“O.. Ohkay..” She exhaled deeply, “So what do I do next?”

“Don’t worry about that, I got it all covered.” Somehow his sneer felt reassuring, if he was confident enough with her then surely he had something in mind. Normally it was Nicole who had the schemes and bright ideas, the mastermind between them, but now it felt like a relief to have the burden of responsibility raised from her. “Just relax sweetness, let Daddy Finn take good care of you.” She gulped down her throat at his words but then felt a lightning jolt through her body, his hand small as it was in comparison to her own was dexterously teasing against her panties pushing aside her skirt and slowly drawing a thumb against her sensitive lower lips. 

His fingers wriggled inside her tightening pussy, her hand clenching into a fist as she leaned against the side of the van wall, “Fin- ahhh.. Hahh!” Her heart raced his two fingers pushed inside and his thumb was slowly tracing along the hood of her clit making her knees weak and her footpaws tremble, sweat began to form along her brow as the juices of her peach slicked along his fingers. “It.. It’s me. Nick- Ohhh!” She gulped down her throat, of all the furres in the world she would have expected to not see her for her new body, she would have thought it had been her partner, yet through her peeking glance at him she saw a craven lustful look upon his face. He was enjoying watching her squirm.

“Oh I know it’s you.” His voice didn’t change in the slightest but his hand moved more vigorously, the squishing sounds of her pussy walls against his determined fingers. “And I didn’t forget about our little agreements,” His voice grew more stern as his hands groped against her swelling labia, fingers sliding up and down her folds, “And I was okay with it for the longest time. You had the ideas, you made the decisions, all I had to do was follow your command, right?” She huffed and whimpered until her knees finally gave way and her ass landed upon the floor, “Well now I’m in charge and you look like a bitch.” He glowered hotly as his eyes stared her down but his demeaning tone didn’t raise rebellion in her, instead she quivered and felt her heart pounding with a sort of twisted excitement. “And you like that don’t you..?” 

She didn’t have the wherewithal to say yes, but her body definitely wasn’t saying no, his hot breath against her made her tremble as he slowly withdrew his palm. “Finn. Finnick.. I think-“ But his body was already in motion, his pants unbuttoned and his massive cock flopped free. The thick pungent scent caught by her nostrils immediately as the corners of his lips curled upwards  and he stepped closer. Her pussy was drooling already and her body was tingling at the sight of his fat canid cock that looked like a perfect fit to her squirming thighs.

“Stop thinking, just breathe and relax.” His deep voice oddly soothing, like every word made sense when it came from him. He offered up his exposed crimson cockmeat to her lips like it was a freshly lit blunt, a gift that would soothe her aching nerves. Nicole had easily given in to the pleasures of her sex before but this time felt different. This time she didn’t feel in control. She didn’t feel like the one leading the game. This time it felt like she was under the leash of someone else and much to her surprise.. it felt good. She gave a pathetic little sniffle and wiped the forming tears from her eyes with the back of her wrist before looking back towards his cock, Finnick holding an empathetic smirk as her hand touched upon his shaft and her lips finally kissed to him. “See?” He said gently, watching her lips slowly wrapping around inch after inch of his cock while his fingers carefully brushed her blonde bangs from her face, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”

The taste of his cock against her tongue was certainly strong, it smeared against her palate without hesitation. She tried not to think about how the taste of his dick was turning her on, she was simply acting now, although his hand touching upon her hair felt nice, comforting even. Then his fingers curled into a grip, pulling her mouth further upon his cock suddenly. Her nostrils pressed against the base of his crotch as he let out an approving groan, “Yeah..” He heaved an exhale and his other hand took hold, she didn’t know how it was that she was taller than him and could probably take him in a fight if it really came down to it, but she felt overpowered by his presence. His hips began to move, feeding her cock to the back of her throat and tingling her muscles and making her entire body constrict as his dick slammed home. Her eyes squinted slightly as she looked up at him, her mouth smearing against his cockmeat as he drew her body back and forth. 

She felt like she was choking and air was becoming a rare commodity, her cheeks blushing deeper from a mix of arousal and fear. Something about being prey to this fennec fox was tripping up every little ounce of undiscovered arousal in her deepest psyche. Her ears folded at either side, her body quivering as she felt his balls clap against the underside of her chin, she could have pulled herself away if she truly wanted to but she was fearful that deep down she .. she liked this. Maybe this rough and tumble fennec fox dominating her was simply what her body had been craving for these past few months and why she had felt so adrift. “Mghhh.. Cmnhhh.. brhhhh..” She bleated up to him, she was beginning to get lightheaded but he was still pounding himself into her mouth as drool spilled down her chin.

He didn’t wanna cum, not yet, it was obvious with the way he released her head and allowed her to fall back against the wall of the van. Luckily there was a pillow that cushioned her shoulders but he was upon her almost instantly. His hands pushed against her thighs pinning her knees back as he lined up his cock with her plumpened folds. His massive girth smearing against her twatlips with the pointed tip lightly fitting between the groove of her juicy labia, “You ready for some real dick?” He panted down at her, his eyes full of lust as he began to sink inside her cunt his claws gripping at her flesh as his dick pinned her body underneath his full heaving thrust. 

The intensity and pressure she felt from having his dick delving so deep, pushing against her cervix with his balls clapping against her pussy. His body began to rock in a rapid motion, with her body absorbing all that force by being pinned against the van walls. Her jaw clenched tightly shut, whimpering as his cock dicked her all the way inside pounding against her cervix that made her inner walls spasm. “To.. Too hard!” She cried out, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as the workout he put upon her body intensified second by second shaking her to the core as he fucked her in a manner she had never experienced before. 

It wasn’t anything like the lurid song and dance, how she’d control the tempo and rhythm even while underneath the male that she’d offered herself to. In this case he had taken her, dominated her thoroughly, she didn’t submit out of anything but sheer instinct. Her body demanded that she submit to him and he knew it, “Yeah, just like that..” He snarled hotly with his tongue gliding against the edge of her neck, his hips rapidly pounding downwards and meeting her womb with the tip of his cock, “I love it when my bitches scream.”

“I.. I’m not.. Not your bitch!” Nicole cried back, but that only made him rougher, his hand clenching at her hair he pushed himself into her body and began to fuck even harder. Challenging him made him all the more determined to solidify her new role in his life as he clapped his hips into her. Every pistoning thrust making her whimper and yip helplessly as pleasure building through her body would soon overwhelm every other sense she had in her melting mind. 

It wasn’t simply enough to fuck her, to cum in her, he had to claim her, to make her know her place, and let her know that he was her alpha. “You’re my bitch now,” He growled, his teeth bared as he continued to rut his hips, “My bitch,” His teeth then clamped into the side of her shoulder beneath the nape of her neck making her cry out as he snarled. “I’mma breed you.. And you’re gonna know it when you give birth to my kits,” the pressure was building from all sides. “Whether you say it or not, you’re going to know you’re mine!”

She didn’t want to admit it, but deep down she could feel this primal urge that told her he was right, she had brief glimpses of her body pregnant with his litter and him continuously breeding her without pause. The idea of being knocked up and worshipping his cock coming to the forefront of her mind like a skipping image that became clearer with each thrust of his cock. Her eyes felt the world becoming blurry as she panted and whined, when suddenly she felt her body convulse. Orgasm and the most vivid images flooding her senses before the world went white and then dark as her eyes closed. His cock jammed deep into her body, his cum unloading against her dilated cervix and into her exposed womb filling her with an almost painfully hot shot of heat with her walls seizing upon his cock and her toes spasming.

He was cumming, his knot was swelling and her body was stretching to accommodate his burgeoning girth. Her fingers clenched into the makeshift bed underneath as she let out a strained cry from her lips, her legs curling around him and instinctively holding tight as her toes clenched, “Hfff.. Fiiiiiiinnn..” She moaned out as her nose scrunched, his cum almost boiling hot inside her womb and each rope felt so fulfilling and comforting in a way, her mouth ended up gaping as he further pushed his knot inside with her body melting underneath him as he clawed into her flesh. Their raucous moans culminating in a limp slump.

Nicole lay there, her body twitching and spasming from orgasm that tingled through her bones, Finnick had pulled himself from her cunt and let the sputtering cum drizzles from his cocktip stain her abdomen without care. His hand smearing his cock against her furred figure like it was her proper place to be underneath his jurisdiction, her body lay there, trembling, whimpering with residual pleasures that every so often touched against her neck. 

“I’ll be back in a bit,” He said casually, punctuating his words with his zipper sharply pulling upwards. He didn’t have to tell her, she knew it already from the way he looked back with those strong determined eyes. She was to stay put. “When I get back we’ll get you cleaned up. I want my bitch lookin’ fine when I take her to dinner.” Her heart skipped a beat just then.

She wasn’t sure what she’d gotten herself into with him but she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.