“Fuckpuppy.”

The sound of hir name cut through the avalanche of new sights and smells as hir crate opened. Sie leapt out to greet hir new owner. She smelled like whiskey, cigarettes, leather, and gasoline. Tanned and tall, feathered red hair, the clicker in her hand, she was dressed in tight leather pants and a flowing blouse like the 70s had never gone out of fashion. The rest of the apartment was decorated to match, Western memorabilia mixed with motorcycle decor and hard rock posters spread out over avocado green and dark wood detailing.

A wicked grin spread across her face, but Fuckpuppy was too happy sniffing at her feet to notice. If sie had a tail, it would have been wagging. “Are you a good boy? Do you want to roll over for me?” Her voice had a beautiful cigarette rasp and a lilt of twang. It was the best voice Fuckpuppy had ever heard. Sie would do anything that voice said. Sie rolled over, putting hir useless paws out in front of hir, and panted.

“Holeeeeee fuck. Well, that was worth the money. The biggest pain in my ass is now a trained ass-licker.”

Fuckpuppy tilted hir head to one side. Was she talking about hir? She seemed familiar… a distant memory from before sie became a puppy. Speed Queen. A dim sense of danger went along with the name, but that was washed away by the rush of mistress! Owner! Exciting!

“Hell, you really are just a dumb dog. Sit.”

Sie rolled over and sat on hir knees, staring up attentively. She clicked the clicker. “Good puppy.” Elation washed through hir.

Speed Queen looked at the chastity cage at her pet’s dripping wet crotch. “They got you locked away real good, huh. You must be all pent up. Does Fuckpuppy wanna cum?”

Fuckpuppy whimpered. Sie wanted to so bad.

Speed Queen chuckled. “Too bad. Maybe later, if you’re a good boy. If you make me cum nice ‘n hard.”

Sie was practically vibrating, eager for the chance to prove hirself. Sie could smell Speed Queen getting wet. She sat down in the overstuffed tan leather armchair in the center of the apartment and started undoing her belt buckle, shimmying her pants down and kicking them off to the side. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her red bush shaved into a tidy landing strip leading down into her neat cunt. She took two tanned fingers and parted her lips. The smell of her wafted over to Fuckpuppy’s sensitive nose. Sie whined.

“Come,” said Speed Queen, and sie trotted over, but she said “sit” just as sie reached her legs. Sie obeyed. Speed Queen started rubbing herself right in front of Fuckpuppy’s face, teasing a finger in and out of herself. After a few thrusts she held it out, wet and glistening, into Fuckpuppy’s face. “Have a taste,” she said. Fuckpuppy licked it eagerly. Tang and sweat mixed with leather. “Want some more?”

Fuckpuppy yipped. Yes oh please yes let me be your good doggy…

Speed Queen leaned back in the chair, spreading her legs and sprawling her arms out to the sides. “Lick.”

Fuckpuppy dove straight for hir owner’s crotch, burying hirself in the scent and the taste of her, licking with frantic desperation. She clicked. Sie shuddered.

“This is what you get for blowin’ up my old bike,” she said, but Fuckpuppy was barely paying attention and could barely understand anyway. “You had to’ve known me ‘n Stevie were neurally linked. I felt her go kaboom. It fuckin’ hurt.” Fuckpuppy kept licking as Speed Queen spoke, her monologue increasingly breathy and peppered with gasps. “I got a new ride, of course. Her name’s Ann. Started doin’ jobs again, knockin’ over a bank here and there, savin’ up to get my revenge on you.” She ground her crotch against Fuckpuppy’s face. “Mmm. All worth it. Good boy. Good lick.” She clicked and it turned up Fuckpuppy’s heat even higher, making hir crotch uselessly hump the air. Speed Queen moaned and put her hands on hir head. Sie felt her fingers tense in anticipation of orgasm - and then the door opened.

“I thought the building didn’t allow pets.” The stranger spoke in a posh, slightly exotic accent. Fuckpuppy looked up from hir mistress’s cunt and over at the door. It was a shapely mint-green-skinned woman with short waved scarlet hair, wearing a diaphanous robe that put her olive-green nipples on full display.

“Cytherea,” Speed Queen remarked with venom in her voice. Although she didn’t get up. Fuckpuppy didn’t react either - the woman smelled like calmness. Like you shouldn’t worry about anything she did.

“Oh, don’t mind me, just thought I’d come in and greet your new friend.” Cytherea slunk closer to the two of them, scratching Fuckpuppy’s head affectionately. “What a good doggie. You can keep going.” Fuckpuppy eagerly continued licking Speed Queen’s cunt as Cytherea trailed a hand over her shoulder, circling around behind her. “Back when I was Queen, I’d be in your place and you’d be in hirs. But, alas, the Seven Wonders all but neutered my pheromone powers when they deposed me as Queen of Venus.” She sighed. “They’re still strong enough to manipulate the already-aroused, though.”

“I… ahh… know…” said Speed Queen, moaning at Fuckpuppy’s tongue on her clit. “You used them on me at the last orgy.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy being my pet for the evening,” said Cytherea, leaning in close and whispering in Speed Queen’s ear. “You certainly came hard enough. When I let you.”

“Fuck you,” spat Speed Queen.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Cytherea tutted. “It’d be a shame if I was to take away your ability to cum without permission. I could just leave you here with your pet licking and licking until my pheromones wore off…”

“What… nnn… do you want, anyway?” asked Speed Queen.

“Just thought I’d be neighborly.” Cytherea waltzed away from the pair, looking out the window at the river below. “And to let you know that the next orgy is going to be this weekend. Pets definitely allowed.”

“Wouldn’t… mm… miss it. Maybe I’ll see if Hellvine wants to… ooh… come, and then she’ll make you our bottom bitch this time.”

“Or maybe we can both use our pheromones against you and reduce you into a drooling puppet.” Cytherea slipped a finger under her robes and into her cunt, putting it to Speed Queen’s lips. “Suck.” She did. “Cum.” She did that too, back arching in the chair, cunt twitching in Fuckpuppy’s face. After the moaning and shaking died down, Cytherea withdrew her finger and slunk back to the door. “Ta ta, darlings. If you ever want to worship a real queen, I’ll be right next door.”

Speed Queen slumped back in her chair, her face flushed. “That fuckin’ bitch. You can stop lickin’ now.”

Fuckpuppy whimpered, looking up at her with big pleading eyes.

“Oh, does puppy want to cum? Well too damn bad.” She stood up, patting hir head. “But let’s get you some water - I’m sure you’re thirsty after all that - ‘n then I’ll show you your new kennel. Then maybe we can take a tour around the buildin’ - I’m sure everyone would like to say hi…”

Nightwytch stood with a roadmap spread out on the floor in front of her, candles lit and spell primed. She dropped the dagger and it hit its mark. “Ah, shit,” she said, when she saw where it fell. The Tremaine. It was notorious. Originally built in the 80s as a luxury apartment building for supervillains, it jutted out on a pier over a river in the Eastside marshes. If you couldn’t afford a proper lair, you could rent there and be surrounded by other likeminded ne’er-do-wells. The luxury market had moved on and the current tenants now tended towards washups and C-listers who couldn’t afford anything fancier. Of course every cop and cape knew about it, but who was going to risk taking on an entire building of bad guys?

“So how are you gonna sneak in,” she mused. “And how are you gonna get Tobi out?” She paced around the apartment with her cane. It was getting urgent. Rent’d be due soon, and she doubted that a puppyslut would be able to put in hir half for the month. Don’t think about how much you wish they’d turn you into a puppyslut too and then you wouldn’t have to worry about rent…

The thought pinged something in her head. “Ahhh shit. The orgy. That might work.”

They had orgies regularly in the Tremaine. Villany and kinky sex tended to go hand-in-hand, and the top floor event space was practically built for it. They had all kinds of visitors - one of her friends had even gone a couple times. Surely she could slip in unnoticed. She’d just need to establish a villainous cover identity. But how could she get her roommate out without anyone noticing? Surely they had cameras covering the front gate. She looked at the map, at the river. “Hmm…”

Fuckpuppy settled into hir new routine as Speed Queen’s pet - eating her out on command, sometimes fucking her with a strapon as a change of pace (doggy-style, of course), being shown off to (and getting off) all her friends. She removed hir chastity cage - promising hir that sie could cum if sie could stay a very good doggy all week and not hump anything or try and get hirself off without permission. That also gave all her friends - and anyone she let tease hir, which was also most everyone in the building - free access to play with hir dripping wet cunt, which they did as often as possible, sticking fingers in, making hir hump their hand, even putting dildos inside hir and seeing how long sie could crawl before they fell out. It was agony. Fuckpuppy wanted to cum so bad. But sie stayed good.

And sie was rewarded. At the end of the week, Speed Queen stepped out to get some groceries and left Fuckpuppy behind. Almost as an afterthought, she popped her head back in the door to say, “oh yeah - and since you’ve been such a good fucktoy all week, you can make yourself cum. But no humpin’ the furniture.” And then she shut the door.

No humping the furniture? How was Fuckpuppy supposed to cum when sie had nothing to hump? Nobody to fuck hir? And all the toys were in cabinets where sie couldn’t get at them - doggies couldn’t open doors. Sie whined, hir cunt throbbing with need.

Then sie had a thought. Sie found a place on the carpet to sit down and spread hir legs open, stretching hir head down between hir thighs as far as sie could. The enticing smell of hir own wet cunt hit hir nose. Fuckpuppy was surprised to find that sie could easily touch hir face to hir crotch - was that part of the Good Boy Juice? - but delighted to be able to lick and suck hir hard T dick. Hir first orgasm came almost immediately, hir whimpers stifled by hir cunt. Sie kept licking. Sie needed more. Over and over again, whimpering, barking. Sie was still doing it when Speed Queen came home. She patted her pet on the head. “Fuckpuppy, stop. That’s enough.” Sie looked up at hir, smiling gratefully with a mouth sloppy with hir own juices. “Good boy. It looks like you enjoyed your treat.” She clicked the clicker. Fuckpuppy came again right there.

Maleficarrie made her debut on the villain scene a couple days before the orgy. Nightwytch, dressed in fishnets and very skimpy bondage gear, hit a grocery store. She loudly announced herself as Maleficarrie, Sorceress of the Dark Realms as she swiped a few groceries before disappearing in a cloud of green smoke. Not exactly a big-time crime wave, but Nightwytch needed to get more toilet paper anyway, and it would be enough villain cred to get her into the party.

She strode into the lobby of the Tremaine and tried to summon up all the hot-bitch confidence she could muster. You’re a villain, she reminded herself over and over in her head. An evil villain. A sexy evil villain. A villain who fucks.

The lobby was heavy on brass and glass brick, with wraparound windows offering a view of the marsh. The receptionist - a busty blonde femdroid, though her synthskin was cracked and missing in places - sat behind a reception desk by the entrance. “You’re a new face,” she said. “Can I help you?” Her voice was clipped and curt, with a metallic echo.

“Maleficarrie, Sorceress of the Dark Realms.” she strode up to the front desk, the ring on her collar clinking. “I’m here for the orgy.”

“Searching…” The receptionist’s eyes flashed red. “Ah. I see the news report. New girl. Small-timer. You sure you can handle it up there? Might be a bit… hardcore… for you.”

“Come now, Bambi,” a voice from behind Nightwytch said. It was Cytherea, slinking up to her to rest a green hand on her bare shoulder. “We can take it easy on the new girl.” Her pheromone aroma was intoxicating. Nightwytch started to flush, her pulse quickening. Cytherea spun her around, feeling her up, and Nightwytch didn’t object. She wanted to be touched. The Queen’s touch was a delicious honor. She moaned as Cytherea rubbed the latex on her crotch, feeling up her girlcock.

“Ah,” said Cytherea, grinning. “You’re a keh’danii. Always a special treat. So often unappreciated on this backwater planet. Did you know that on Venus we have twenty genders?” She leaned in close, nibbling on Nightwytch’s ear as she whispered breathily into it. The hair on the back of Nightwytch’s neck stood up. “But of course only one queen.”

Nightwytch leaned into it. Flatter the queen. Let her think her pheromones did all the work. Of course, sinking into her scent was quite enjoyable. “I’ve been with a lot of partners before…” she said dreamily. “But never a queen.”

Cytherea turned to Bambi. “I’ll keep an eye on her. Don’t you worry. I would never allow a beautiful keh’danii to come to harm.” She smirked. “Unless she begs for it.”

“Very well,” said the receptionist. “She can go on up. Just watch her closely and make sure she doesn’t get into anything permanent. We don’t need any more pets around here.”

“Pets?” Nightwytch asked as they went into the elevator.

Cytherea sighed theatrically. “Yes. My dear neighbor just adopted a… fuckpuppy. The poor thing used to be one of her rivals, I think. Personally I think keeping pets in an apartment is rather tacky, but what can you do?”

Nightwytch thought for a moment. “Actually, I think I can help you fix that problem…”

“Oh?” Cytherea cocked an eyebrow.

“That… fuckpuppy… is my friend. I’ve come to rescue hir.”

“Ha! Oh, that is delicious.” She wrapped her arm around Nightwytch. “Come, let’s stop by my place and have a little chat while we freshen up. There’s nothing I’d love more than to show that bitch who the real queen is around here…”

Speed Queen had gotten Fuckpuppy a special collar for the occasion - tooled brown leather with two tags dangling from it, one saying hir name and one saying PLEASE USE ME. That made hir happy. Sie loved being used, and got frustrated when hir whimpers and begs weren’t able to communicate that properly. Now everybody would be able to tell that sie was a service dog.

Speed Queen led hir up to the orgy on a leash. It was in the top-floor ballroom. Couches, chaise-longues, and other assorted furniture were set up along with curtains marking off more private areas, drinks and refreshments set up on a buffet table at one side. A few of the residents and guests had already shown up earlier. Fuckpuppy caught the scent of sweat and sex on the air and hir own sex began to drip in response (sie was hard and wet all the time, of course, like any good puppy should be). And coming from one of the couches, there was the smell of someone sie recognized. A woman in fishnets and vinyl. Something stirred in the back of hir mind. Friend? Sie bolted over in her direction, nearly tugging the leash out of Speed Queen’s hands, and crawled up to the woman’s legs. Sie stared up at her, whimpering.

Nightwytch looked down at her roommate. They really did a number on you, didn’t they? She resisted the urge to call hir by hir name, instead looking at the tag on hir collar. “Well hello there… Fuckpuppy.” The puppyboy between her legs whined, straining against hir leash.

“I think sie likes you,” said Speed Queen, holding the leash taut. “But sie needs to learn better manners. Fuckpuppy! Sit!” At the command Fuckpuppy sat back on hir knees. “Heel!” Sie crawled back to hir mistress’s side. She clicked, making Fuckpuppy shiver in pleasure. “You must be new around here. Leastways I don’t think I’ve seen you before. I’m Speed Queen.” She stuck out her hand to shake and Nightwytch obliged.

“Maleficarrie, Sorceress of the Dark Realms. It’s my first time at one of these things.”

Speed Queen beamed. “Well, welcome! Make yourself at home, and feel free to play with my puppy… as long as sie stays well-behaved.” She knelt down to scratch Fuckpuppy behind the ear. “Maybe if you’re really good we’ll even let you cum? What do you think about that?”

Sie barked.

Speed Queen turned back to Nightwytch. “Maybe you’d even like to do the honors. You look like a girl who’s packin’ some heat between your thighs.”

“Mm, that might be fun…” she looked at Fuckpuppy, whose cunt had begun to drip on the floor. “Be a good boy for me now, and I’ll give you a nice treat, what do you think about that?”

Fuckpuppy barked enthusiastically. As Speed Queen led her away, sie looked back over hir shoulder pleadingly.

As the party got going, Nightwytch’s sex drive started to crank up. It was more than just the sight of all the sexy villains in skimpy costumes or nothing at all, some of them already starting to play with each other, bondage gear being brought out. There was something in the air. She got a drink from the bar (being tended by a woman in full latex with some kind of digital counter on her forehead ticking up periodically - Nightwytch couldn’t figure out what that was about) and saw the reason why. Hellvine. The horticultural villainess was tied to a post in the center of the room, trumpet-shaped red flowers sprouting from her high-puffed black hair. Cytherea’s pheromones were quite targeted, but Hellvine was indiscriminately pumping them into the air, ramping it up further as orgygoers kissed, nipped, and teased her naked breasts and pink cunt. The heat was up for everyone.

Nightwytch watched a woman - a quadruple amputee with rich dark skin, short bobbed black hair, and teardrop breasts - be carried around by a harness with four tall insectile legs attached. Another woman standing next to her seemed to have the control unit, letting her move her body around and angle her to present her holes as she wished. That had to be Dr. Melati, the brilliant bionicist also known as the Pangolin (for the battlesuit she normally wore). And the other woman would be her wife. They were both enjoying themselves thoroughly - and several men were currently enjoying the use of Dr. Melati, as well.

Nightwytch caught herself playing with herself through her panties. Fuck it. It was an orgy. Why shouldn’t she play along while she waited for Cytherea’s plan to kick in?

A shorter woman came up to her. Nightwytch almost didn’t recognize her - she wasn’t wearing anything but a strap. The one half unshaved and short-haired, the other half hairless with long blonde hair and makeup was a giveaway, though - Dykeotomy. “Hey cutie,” she said to Nightwytch brusquely. “Want some help with that?” Apparently the butch dyke half of her was in control. The aggressively dominant half. Her hand was on Nightwytch’s cock practically before she could say “yes.”

“Yes what?” said Dykeotomy, teasing the tip over her panties.

“Yes ma’am…” Nightwytch moaned.

“That’s better,” said Dykeotomy. As she slipped her fingers under the waistband, a sudden whimper from the floor brought her attention.

Fuckpuppy sniffed and whimpered at Dykeotomy’s legs. She smelled like sugar and denim all mixed together. The strap had someone else’s scent on it - tangy and earthy. Sie wanted hir scent on it too. Sie wanted it inside hir. Sie turned around, head to the floor, ass to the air, and whimpered.

“Speed Queen’s little pet?” said Dykeotomy. “Sorry, boys are more my worse half’s thing…”

Fuckpuppy whimpered louder. Please please please…

“...but I suppose cuntpuppies are a whole different ballgame…” She looked back at Nightwytch. “What do you think? Is sie good enough to get a treat?” She wrapped her hand around her strap.

“I think sie is being such a good boy right now,” said Nightwytch, and Fuckpuppy almost burst with joy at being called a good boy by hir friend.

“Then I suppose I’d better give it to hir. I’ll be back for you later.” She kissed Nightwytch goodbye and put her hands on both sides of Fuckpuppy’s tight butt, slid her strap into hir cunt with almost painful deliberateness. It felt so good to be full. It felt better when she started to thrust. Fuckpuppy was lost in a world of whimpering, moaning pleasure. Sie smelled someone new, almost rubbery, but sie didn’t even look up…

A cry came out from somewhere by the door. “Make way for our favorite toy!” Nightwytch was torn between fear and arousal as the orgy parted around the new entrant. She was naked save for a distinctive domino mask, which, along with her wavy auburn hair, made her recognizable as Elastica. The stretchy rubber supermom had famously gone missing a couple years back, and from the looks of her, she probably ran afoul of Violation, Inc. as well. She was locked in a stiff pose, being wheeled out on a dolly, a startled expression fixed on her face and her mouth stuck in a pouty O. Like a sex doll, though, from the fact that she could still move her eyes pleadingly, it seemed she was still aware. And based on the wetness between her legs, she was also very aroused.

“Come play with Elastidolly!” said the man pushing her into the room. “Let’s show her what we do with heroes here!” The crowd descended to tease and fuck her helpless rubber body. Nightwytch hoped they wouldn’t find her out and do something worse to her, but she was already stroking her cock imagining all the possible bad ends.

Cytherea was carrying out her part of the plan in the garage, feeling a little ridiculous as she approached Speed Queen’s bike while wearing a slinky negligee. She used to be queen of an entire species, but now… Oh well, nothing for it. Well worth a little humiliation to get revenge on her bitch neighbor.

The sleek, high-tech motorcycle’s dashboard lights flickered on as she came close, to tell her it was watching her. “Hello there,” What was it she called this thing? “Ann.” It revved its engine faintly to growl at her. “Now, don’t be like that.” She switched into a sultry register. “I’ve come to make you feel good. To show you how a real Queen rides you.” And to distract your owner through the neural link you share, she thought. She reached out a slender green finger to caress the seat. Ann’s growls took on a more purring tone. “You must be so lonely in this cold garage, while your owner has all the fun with her new pet. I’m sure you can feel everything.” She teased the seat up and down with one hand, the other stroking the curves of the chassis. “But it goes both ways, yes? Wouldn’t you like to make her jealous for a change?”

The motorcycle purred, letting out a tone from its dashboard that sounded almost pleading. Cytherea straddled it and slipped off her negligee, letting it fall to the floor. She ground her cunt against the bike seat and threw her head back, running her fingers through her long red hair. “Ohh. You’re so smooth. And warm.” The bike revved its engine up slightly, running a gentle vibration through Speed Queen’s cunt. “Mmm…”

Just as she was getting into it, a voice from the doorway brought her out of it. “Well well well.” It was Bambi, her eyes glowing red. “I never took you for a machine fucker.”

Cytherea froze and the bike whined for more. “Would you believe I have a good reason for doing this?”

Bambi nodded her head. “I’m a former sexbot. I know all about the kind of perversion you organics get into. You know there’s security cameras down here, right?”

Cytherea smiled. “And you wanted to join the fun?”

Bambi came closer. “That depends on what you’re willing to do to keep me from sounding the alarm.”

Cytherea stuck out her chest and flipped her hair, letting a strand fall over her breast. “Anything,” she said, breathily.

Bambi grinned evilly and her eyes flashed red. “Well lucky for you they programmed me to be a pervert too.” She unzipped her jeans and out sprung a cock, realistic and quite sizeable. Cytherea’s eyes widened. “Of course my former owner couldn’t keep up with me, and I’ve had a few modifications installed since then… want a demonstration?”

“Yes please.” Cytherea turned around to face the other way so she could grind on Ann while she sucked Bambi. An artificial keh’danii… this was going to be fun.

Ann hummed in pleasure.

Nightwytch, upstairs, saw Speed Queen gasp and bite her lip as she went to get a drink, and figured that meant that whatever Cytherea was doing was working. Now it was time to do her part. Fuckpuppy was off-leash, glowing from being brought to a yipping orgasm by Dykeotomy’s strap and currently sucking noisily on the cock of someone Nightwytch didn’t recognize.

She found her way to Dykeotomy and planted a kiss on her cheek. “I know you wanted to use me, but I’ve got an idea that I think will be even more fun…”

Dykeotomy giggled. “Ooooo, I love fun! Whatcha thinkin’?” Apparently her other half - the slutty straight bimbo - had taken charge. They switched every time they orgasmed, or so Nightwytch had heard.

“See Speed Queen over there?” Nightwytch pointed over to where the woman was currently moaning and shuddering slightly, feeling her nipples through her mesh tank.

“She looks like she’s having a real good time!” said Dykeotomy.

“I thought maybe we could show her an even better time. Tie her up and tease her until she explodes. She’s a total control freak, so maybe losing control would do her some good.”

Dykeotomy furled her brow and thought for a second (which was clearly rather hard for her). “Mmm… yeah… she does seem all wound up all the time. And I know when I get like that what I need is to get fucked nice and hard by lotsa guys!”

“Exactly!” said Nightwytch.

Dykeotomy clapped her hands. “Yay! I know what to do!” She called out in the direction of Elastica, currently propped up against a couch with cum dripping from her mouth. “Bring Elastidolly over here! Make her all stretchy!”

Elastica’s owner hauled her over and Dykeotomy grabbed Speed Queen by the hand and brought her face-to-face with the sex doll. “I think you two should be friends!” She giggled.

The owner clapped his hands before Speed Queen could react. “Elastidolly - bondage mode!” At the command, Elastica shifted her body into long ropes to tie herself around Speed Queen, binding her hands behind her back and snaking down her thighs to take control of her legs. Speed Queen gasped, but between the sensations coming over the neural link and the air full of pheromones, she didn’t put up any resistance. She fell to her knees.

“Free use time for Queenie!” Dykeotomy squealed in glee. A crowd of villains circled around her. Pangolin’s rig strode out from among them. She was drenched in sweat, all her holes sloppy and well-used. Her wife controlled the rig to bring her cum-dripping cunt right to Speed Queen’s face. “Clean her out,” she commanded. Speed Queen, tied up and lost in a haze of helpless arousal, could only comply.

That was Nightwytch’s cue to slip out. She gestured with one hand, triggering the magic signal for her friend to come get her, grabbed Fuckpuppy’s leash and clicker from the corner, and went to find her roommate. Sie was engaged in licking a puddle of cum off the floor. Maybe even one of the ones that had dripped out of Dr. Melati. When sie heard hir friend coming, sie looked up, panting. Nightwytch clipped the leash to hir collar. “Come on Fuckpuppy, let’s take you on a little walk.”

It was dark outside. Her friend was waiting by the river with a big kayak. “You made it out in one piece. Well, really more of a bikini, I guess.”

Nightwytch just sighed and helped Fuckpuppy get into the boat. “Let’s get out of here.” And they paddled off through the marsh to a waiting car, Fuckpuppy sniffing at Nightwytch’s still-half-erect girlcock. She patted hir on the head and looked into hir needy eyes. “We’re going to find a way to reverse this, I promise. Before the rent is due.” And I’m going to have a nice long magic wand session when we get home.

Fuckpuppy, not really understanding what “rent” was, barked happily.