First day back on the job. You drive up to your first appointment on the day and park your van near the client's apartment complex. All of your tools in the back of your shiny new van; a thank you for years of loyal service but probably more of an apology for what happened last time.
You were cleared for service last week. Six weeks of paid sick leave after the incident, you were bored out of your mind. Atleast you've got a big ass battle scar on your shoulder mow. You grab your standard kit and ring the doorbell. This first job is supposed to be a cakewalk, a warm up to get you back into the groove.
The front door open as you slide your arm into the padded sleeve, a shiny new pauldron covering teeth marks on your shoulder. Part of the new uniform, probably introduced because of you. Was already part of it a decade ago but was cut from the budget, atleast for the supposedly easy cases.
Someone's already waiting at the door once the lift doors open, beckoning you inside. Once you get inside the apartment, she's alreary back to work on her laptop, barely acknowledging you. She points to a door. "She's in there, ma'am." As if that wasn't obvious from the reinforced, sound proofed door. Girl looks tired, probably because of the noise coming from the other side, despite the sound proofing.
Peeking through the peephole to see your client, you see trashing around in the opposite corner; chains rattling, but holding. She's not going anywhere. You open the door to get a closer look. Immediately, the chains clang as they are pulled taut, the client lunging towards you from her bed with hunger in her amber glowing eyes.
It does look like an easy case. You walk inside and drop your kit on the floor, closing the door behind you as the client keeps lunging at you to no avail. Everything looks to be as described in the report. Female, feral lycan in her mid twenties, stuck mid shift in the morning after a full moon.
She looked about halfway to a full transformation, a mess of exposed skin and thin fur, barely any bigger than the average human girl and short fangs bared at you from behind her muzzle. Claws too probably, but those weren't visible from behind the chainmail mittens around her hands, tied to her back.
There were a few reasons why a lycan could be stuck mid shift, it usually happens to younger or recently turned clients during emotional turmoil, or if one of their needs wasn't being met. You reach your hand closer, grabbing her muzzle to keep her from lunging; she wasn't particularly strong in this state. Despite her aggression, she didn't seem focussed on your hand at all. She growled and bared her fangs, but wasn't snapping her jaw at all. Not hunger, then.
If anything, it looked like she was trying to rip her arms free and pounce. Before getting closer, you shook her muzzle around a bit to make sure it was tight and felt at the straps. Unlike last time, it was secure. Atleast you were up to date on your shots.
"Now what to do with you..." You pulled in closer to double check her arm restraints... as the poor girl started humping your thigh. You grinned from ear to ear; your favourite kind of case. Her aggressive barks were swapped out for little whines as she kept going at it. "Aww... pup's all pent up!"
Giving the girl a strong shove to her muzzle, she yelped as she fell back onto her bed. She was about to try to lunge again, but froze as you laid your hands on her. One on her stomach to keep her still, the other, sliding down her panties.
Impatiently, she grinded against your hand with a whine. "Attagirl... Not here to hurt you, just to help..." Gently, you rubbed your fingers against her lips, lubing them up in her fluids before spreading her lips apart. Girl panted the entire time, legs shaking in anticipation before you reached her clit.
As soon as she felt anything touch that bundle of nerves, wolfgirl felt an intense spark of pleasure rushing through her body, causing her to buck her hips hard enough to push you off. Being freed from your grasp and your attention, she scrambled back onto her hind paws and tried lunging again, drool dripping from her muzzle as she moved much more erratically than she did before.
"Stupid mutt!" You exclaimed as she were pushed back a bit, her wet muzzle being pushed against your face as she kept trying to close the distance and take" you. Taking a deep breath to pace yourself, you wrapped your arms around her neck and held her there, restraining her in a tight embrace. "Sh-sh-shhhh... not your fault sweetheart, you don't know any better." You whispered, your hand gently stroking the fur on her back to try and soothe her.
It seemed to work. After about a minute she sat still in your lap, as still as she could be in her current state. Fidgeting a bit in your lap, the girl pushed close to you, seeking your body warmth as she shared her own with you, gently grinding in your lap. Your protective gear and professional relationship prevented you from being completely intimate with your clients, though that didn't stop you from trying. "There's a good girrrrrl... Keep still for me."
"Now, let's try this again, shall we?" You moved the same hand back down to her pussy as you do your best to keep her in place in your lap. Slowly, you let the tip of her middle finger explore her sensitive parts. Tracing circles around her clit for a few moments, you manage to gently touch it without agitating her too much. At first, she shook heavily in your lap as you rubbed your fingertip back and forth, before she got used to your touch. "Sweet, sweet girl... Let me make you feel good."
Soon, you let your index finger join in on the fun. Running both in tandem over her clit and occasionally down over her inner labia. The slow, gentle buildup worked much better. Sweet little puppy was eagerly panting as she let it happen to her, not even pulling at her chains anymore, though she did try pressing her muzzle closer to your neck. No growling, no bite attemps, just gentle licks that your barely touched your skin, along with a large amount of drool running down your shirt.
Teasing the entrance with a finger, wolfgirl's whine amped up as her hips moved back and forth. She needed something inside of her, and you weren't going to deny puppy her treat. Softly, you pushed a finger inside, gently caressing her from the inside until soon that wasn't enough for her. She started whining again, wriggling around as she needed more.
You were trained for this. You noticed as soon as she started struggling more and sped up to match her needs. Soon, you started pushing deeper, slightly later, your middle finger joined in. Puppy barely had time to think about wanting more as she kept getting more. Eagerly she kept her legs spread for you as she gently humped your hand while you curled your fingers inside of it, yowling in pleasure as she let you service her. It didn't take long for her to speed up again, but not to try to take you. She was practically riding your fingers, seemingly getting closer and closer as her thighs began to tremble.
"Thaaat's it puppy, come for me..." You held her close as you sped up in tandem with her until she couldn't take it anymore. Her rhythmic thrusts ended up with her clenching her hips around your waist as if she was holding on for dear life. Thank fuck your suit was water resistant, as she proceeded to make a mess all over it. "That.. should do it." Gently pulling your fingers out and shaking the stiffness out of your wrist, you held your client in the afterglow as you waited for her to calm down and shift back.
Though... she didn't. She was quiet for a couple moments, before that familiar whine returned as she pressed closer. Normally, a shock lile that was enough to end a partial shift but apparently this case wasn't as easy as thought. The lycan fixed her glowing eyes on you as she stared expectantly. And since she didn't get exactly what she wanted immediately, she was back to her aggressive, growling self. You sighed softly, staring her down with an unimpressed frown. "C'mon, I treat you like that and you growl at me? Rude."
You push her off of you and slide back until she's out of reach again. If anything, she seemed more agitated than before, growling and barking at you as she tried pulling her chains loose. They hold, of course, they were made for lycans much bigger than her. "Greedy girl... I know just what to do with you." You grin, turning around to rifle through your kit. While bent over, you feel the metal of her muzzle just barely poke at your crotch. Guess she had more reach than you realized. You rolled your eyes, letting it happen as you continued looking through the bag.
You grin when you find it: Strap, standard issue. Reaching a hand behind to push her back by the snout, you secure your tool around your waist and thighs and turn around to face her. Ferals aren't smart, but she immediately noticed what changed about you. She stood still for a moment as she stared down your new implement. Eight inches of prime sillicone. "You like the look of it, mutt?" You laugh, moving in closer as she lunges again. You brace yourself and catch her before pushing her backwards onto her bed.
You reach under the muzzle, gripping at her neck to keep her beneath you, staring her down as you pin her down to her back. Ferals were aggressive, but not incapable of fear. The tight grip you had on her throat reminded her of that. "We're done playing nice, pup." She froze, but didn't try to run. Taking advantage of the momentum, you put the strap between her legs and grind it against her. She whined as she made eye contact with the faux-cock, letting you lube it up with her juices.
"Not so scary anymore, huh?" You grinned, it wasn't every day you got to pull out the strap at work, and you were going to enjoy it. You use your free hand to line up your strap, slowly pressing the head into her as she whined underneath you. Werewolves were pack beasts and understood authority. You preferred not to use fear, but in moments like these, there was little choice; she needed your help. In this moment, that looked like you pressing deep inside of her needy pussy. She squirmed underneath you as she slowly but surely took most of the length.
"Good biiiitch~!" You called out as you moved her hands onto her hips. Despite no longer being restrained, she didn't struggle. She didn't have time to think of it, because as soon as you grabbed her by the hips, you thrusted, hard. Hard enough to hilt your toy inside of her, making her yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Giving her a moment to get used to the size, you took the time to admire the view. Pretty girl, tears in her glowing eyes as she looked up at you in fear. You preferred not yo use fear, but you sure got off on it.
Meeting her frown with a grin, you spoke to her in a soft tone: "Sorry about this, sweetheart. I have a job to do." Your hips pulled back like clockwork, instinct taking over as you started railing that poor needy puppy until she saw stars. You listened to the noises she made and put up the pressure when you knew she'd like it, and slowed down just right when she seemed like she was in pain. It didn't take long for her to start panting out as if she wantsd more, those sweet little tones sounding like music to your ears.
You leaned in closer, shifting from standing in front of the bed to pinning her fully underneath yourself. The change in position made it harder to pull out, so you sped up, your puppy's pants turning into high pitched little squeals every time that you pushed inside of her. "Ffffuuuuuck g-girl, I hope- I get- reassign- ed to you- permanently!!!" ...
You loved your job. You felt her warm legs pull around you tight as you kept going into her. It was a bit vague for exactly how long you were going, but it was enough for you to almost reach climax yourself through your padded work trousers. The beast underneath you had her chin pinned on your shoulder as she tried to hold on for dear life despite her arms stuck behind her back. Seconds later, she clenched her entire body as she reached climax, squirting out onto your chest as you arched your back for a final thrust.
It took a strong tranquilizer to get a werewolf, even a small one, still like that. You held her close for minutes as you listened to her drift off to sleep. You watched her shift back into the girl from the picture. You looked down at her with a relieved smile, a job well done, a girl helped out. Leaning back to stretch your shoulders, you made sure to very gently pull the strap out of her before undoing the girl's restraints and draping a blanket over her.
You dump your dirtied gear into your bag and sling it over your shoulder. You have spares in the van for a reason. Before you left, you ruffled your lover's hair before opening the door. The girl who let you in before, staring up at you with wide eyes and a blush. You roll your eyes and chuckle "Girlfriend, right? Go hold her." The girl gulped, and rushed over to go to her partner. You went for the door. "And make sure she stays hydrated!"
Kinda just wrote this in one sitting in a kink fueled haze. Hope it's any good!
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