Tails Unfortunate Romance

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<<set $balance = 0>> /* positive dominant, negative submissive */ <<set $vanillaDom = 0>> <<set $relationship = 50>> <<set $energy = 100>> <<set $timeIndex = 1>> <<set $timeOfDay = "morning">> <<set $day = 1>> <<set $wolfHired = false>> <<set $wolfName = "Rex">> <<set $tasksDone = false>> <<set $feminizationLevel = 0>> <<set $randomEventChance = Math.random()>> <<set $location = "LivingRoom">> <<set $vanillaLocation = "">> <<set $wolfLocation = "">> <<set $punishmentLevel = 0>> /* 1 mild, 2 moderate, 3 severe */ <<set $amyDom = 5>> /* Start with slight positive for sub lean, but resistable */ <<set $promotionLevel = 0>> <<set $workProgress = 0>> <<set $jobRole = "mechanic">> <<set $fired = false>> <<set $money = 100>> <<set $wolfIntroduced = false>> <<set $workedToday = false>> <<set $rexWeeklyPay = 200>> <<set $justWokeUp = false>> <<set $paymentDay = false>> <<set $inventory = []>> <<set setup.clothes = { /* BASIC GUY CLOTHING (starter set) */ "tshirt": {name:"T-Shirt", slot:"top", shopImg:"images/clothes/tshirt.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/tshirtwear.png", girly: false}, "jeans": {name:"Jeans", slot:"bottom", shopImg:"images/clothes/jeans.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/jeanswear.png", girly: false}, "ankle_socks": {name:"Ankle Socks", slot:"socks", shopImg:"images/clothes/anklesocks.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/anklesockswear.png", girly: false}, "sneakers": {name:"Sneakers", slot:"shoes", shopImg:"images/clothes/sneakers.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/sneakerswear.png", girly: false}, "boxers": {name:"Boxers", slot:"underwear", shopImg:"images/clothes/boxers.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/boxerswear.png", girly: false}, "skirt": {name:"Skirt", slot:"bottom", shopImg:"images/clothes/skirt.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/skirtwear.png", girly: true}, "striped_stockings": {name:"Striped Stockings", slot:"socks", shopImg:"images/clothes/stripedstockings.jpg", wearImg:"images/clothes/stripedstockingswear.jpg", girly: true}, "stockings": {name:"Stockings", slot:"socks", shopImg:"images/clothes/stockings.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/stockingswear.png", girly: true}, "heels": {name:"Heels", slot:"shoes", shopImg:"images/clothes/heels.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/heelswear.png", girly: true}, "panties": {name:"Panties", slot:"underwear", shopImg:"images/clothes/stripedpanties.jpg", wearImg:"images/clothes/stripedpantieswear.png", girly: true}, "bra": {name:"Bra", slot:"bra", shopImg:"images/clothes/stripedbra.jpg", wearImg:"images/clothes/stripedbrawear.png", girly: true}, "choker": {name:"Choker", slot:"accessory", shopImg:"images/clothes/choker.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/chokerwear.png", girly: true}, "blackdress": {name:"Dress", slot:"top", shopImg:"images/clothes/blackdress.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/blackdresswear.png", girly: true}, "full_maid_dress": {name:"Full Maid Dress", slot:"full_outfit", shopImg:"images/clothes/maid.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/maidwear.png", girly: true}, "blouse": {name:"Blouse", slot:"top", shopImg:"images/clothes/blouse.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/blousewear.png", girly: true}, "shorts": {name:"Shorts", slot:"bottom", shopImg:"images/clothes/shortsrip.png", wearImg:"images/clothes/shortsripwear.png", girly: false}, "chastity": {name:"Chastity Cage", slot:"chastity", shopImg:"images/chastitycage.png", wearImg:"images/chastitycagewear.png", girly: true} /* Adjust based on your game's logic */ }>> <<set $equipped = $equipped or { top: null, bottom: null, socks: null, shoes: null, underwear: null, bra: null, accessory: null, lower_accessory: null, chastity: null }>> <<set _starter = ["tshirt","jeans","ankle_socks","sneakers","boxers"]>> <<for _k range _starter>> <<if !$inventory.includes(_k)>><<set $inventory.push(_k)>><</if>> <</for>> <<set $starterDone = $starterDone or false>> <<if !$starterDone>> <<if !$inventory.includes("tshirt")>><<set $inventory.push("tshirt")>><</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("jeans")>><<set $inventory.push("jeans")>><</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("ankle_socks")>><<set $inventory.push("ankle_socks")>><</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("sneakers")>><<set $inventory.push("sneakers")>><</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("boxers")>><<set $inventory.push("boxers")>><</if>> <<set $equipped.top = "tshirt">> <<set $equipped.bottom = "jeans">> <<set $equipped.socks = "ankle_socks">> <<set $equipped.shoes = "sneakers">> <<set $equipped.underwear = "boxers">> <<set $equipped.bra = null>> <<set $equipped.accessory = null>> <<set $equipped.lower_accessory = null>> <<set $equipped.chastity = null>> <<set $starterDone = true>> <</if>> <<set $equipped.top = "tshirt">> <<set $equipped.bottom = "jeans">> <<set $equipped.socks = "ankle_socks">> <<set $equipped.shoes = "sneakers">> <<set $equipped.underwear = "boxers">> <<set $equipped.bra = null>> <<set $equipped.accessory = null>> <<set $equipped.lower_accessory = null>> <<set $equipped.chastity = null>> <<set $gridStyle = "display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap;gap:16px;align-items:stretch;">> <<set $cardStyle = "width:210px;border:1px solid #444;border-radius:8px;padding:10px;background:#222;color:#eee;box-shadow:0 2px 6px rgba(0,0,0,.3);">> <<set $imgStyle = "display:block;margin:6px auto 8px auto;width:100%;max-width:190px;height:auto;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">> <<set $titleStyle= "font-weight:700;margin:4px 0 2px 0;font-size:16px;">> <<set $reqStyle = "color:#f88;font-size:12px;margin:6px 0;">> <<set $btnDis = "padding:6px 10px;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #555;background:#2a2a2a;color:#888;cursor:not-allowed;">> <<set $ntrLevel = 0>> <<set $vanillaLove = 0>> <<set $requireGirly = false>> <<set $momDom = false>> <<set $seenNTR = false>> <<set $storyProgress = 0>> <<set $requireChastity = false>> <<set $sleepAtBedEnd = false>> <<set $forceBlowjob = false>> <<set $forceFluff = false>> <<set $forceCumTrain = false>> <<set $forceSex = false>> <<set $forceWatch = false>> <<set $forcePetPlay = false>> <<set $forceEnslave = false>> <<set $cumOnFood = false>> <<set $handjobUnlocked = false>> <<set $feetLickUnlocked = false>> <<set $underDeskBJUnlocked = false>> <<set $plugWearUnlocked = false>> <<set $manhandleUnlocked = false>> <<set $amyPunishmentLevel = 0>> $domstoryprogress <<set $domstoryprogress = 0>>

<<widget "vanillaImage">> <<set _vanillaImage = "">> <<if $vanillaLocation === "Kitchen">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vankit3.png">> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillakitchenroomnaked.png">> <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillakitchen2.png">> <</if>> <<elseif $vanillaLocation === "LivingRoom">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanliv3.png">> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillalivingroomnaked.png">> <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillalivingroom2.png">> <</if>> <<elseif $vanillaLocation === "VanillasRoom">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanbed3.png">> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillabedroomnaked.png">> <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillabedroom2.png">> <</if>> <<elseif $vanillaLocation === "Pool">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/pool.png">> <</if>> <<if _vanillaImage !== "">> <<= '<img src="' + _vanillaImage + '" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "advanceTime">> <<silently>> <<set $timeIndex += 1>> <<if $timeIndex > 6>> <<set $timeIndex = 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <<set $energy = 100>> <<set $tasksDone = false>> <</if>> <<set $timeOfDay = ["morning", "mid_morning", "afternoon", "mid_afternoon", "evening", "night"][$timeIndex - 1]>> <<updateNPCLocations>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget "randomHomeEventdom">> <<silently>> <<advanceTime>> <<set _eventRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 22) + 1>> /* Increased range for more events */ <</silently>> <<if $vanillaDom < 0>> <<if _eventRoll === 1 and $domstoryprogress >= 0>> You wander into the living room, where Vanilla lounges on the oversized couch, her massive form sprawled out comfortably, long ears flopped lazily over the armrest. Her tan and white fur gleams softly in the afternoon light, her half-lidded eyes giving her that sexy, mature allure as she flips through a magazine with a kind smile playing on her lips. She's wearing a loose sundress that clings to her huge breasts and plush curves, her short ball tail twitching idly. Despite her motherly vibe, her body seems to bait you, those thick thighs parted just enough to draw your gaze, making you feel like she's teasing you on purpose with her slutty figure. She glances up as you enter, her expression warm but with a hint of expectation, perhaps waiting for you to say something. Vanilla sets the magazine aside, stretching languidly, her breasts straining against the fabric. "Oh, Tails, sweetie," she says softly, her voice carrying that gentle tone. "The house is a bit messy today. Would you mind tidying up the kitchen for me? I'd appreciate it so much." Her request is casual, but there's a subtle attempt to guide you, her large frame shifting as if to emphasize her presence over your smaller one. [[Order her to clean instead|DomCleanOrder]] [[Comply and clean for her, helping out|SubCleanComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 2 and $domstoryprogress >= 0>> The kitchen air is filled with the scent of fresh coffee as you step in, finding Vanilla leaning against the counter, her towering height making her have to bend slightly to sip from her mug. Her long ears droop gracefully, framing her face with those half-lidded eyes that exude maturity and sexiness, her kind smile directed at nothing in particular as she enjoys her break. Her huge breasts rest heavily on the countertop, her tan fur contrasting with the white patches, and her plush body seems to invite attention, like she's unknowingly baiting you with her curves. You feel a surge of possessiveness, seeing her so relaxed in your home after her husband left her destitute. Vanilla notices you and straightens a bit, though still looming over your small frame. "Tails, could you fetch me some sugar from the pantry? It's just out of reach for me right now," she asks sweetly, her motherly vibe making it sound like a simple favor, but it's another small push, testing if you'll cater to her needs. [[Refuse and make her get it herself|DomKissDemand]] [[Fetch it for her and offer to make her more coffee|SubFetchComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 3 and $domstoryprogress >= 0>> You enter the bedroom to find Vanilla lounging on the bed, propped up on pillows, her massive plush body sinking into the mattress, long ears flopped back as she reads a book. Her half-lidded eyes scan the pages lazily, her kind smile softening her mature features. Her huge breasts heave with each breath under her thin top, tan and white fur looking so inviting. Her short tail twitches occasionally, and her legs are crossed in a way that accentuates her thick thighs, almost as if she's posing to tempt you, her slutty form baiting your desires. She looks up as you approach, setting the book down with a gentle sigh. "Sweetie, the laundry's piling up. Do you think you could handle it for me? My back's a little sore today," Vanilla says, her voice warm and coaxing, her large frame making her request feel like an expectation from someone so much bigger than you. [[Order her to do the laundry herself|DomGropeOrder]] [[Agree and do the laundry to make her happy|SubLaundryComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 4 and $domstoryprogress >= 1 and $timeOfDay === "evening">> Evening shadows fill the living room as you walk in, spotting Vanilla curled up on the couch, her enormous body taking up most of the space, long ears draped over the side. Her half-lidded eyes are fixed on the TV, a kind smile on her lips as she watches a show, her huge breasts pillowed against her arms, tan fur glowing in the dim light. She's wearing shorts that ride up her plush ass, her short tail peeking out, and she shifts slightly, as if baiting you with her seductive pose. A flicker of surprise crosses her face when she sees you, but she hides it quickly. Vanilla pats the seat next to her, but before she can speak, you feel the urge to assert control. She's been obedient since agreeing to the allowance terms, cleaning and following orders, but now's a chance to push further. [[Press your cock against her thigh|DomPressHint]] [[Sit submissively beside her and ask if she needs anything|SubSitComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 5 and $domstoryprogress >= 1>> You step into the kitchen, where Vanilla is wiping down the counters naked as part of her new domestic duties, her towering form bending over to reach lower spots, making her huge breasts sway pendulously and freely. Her long ears flop forward, half-lidded eyes focused on the task but darting nervously, her kind smile replaced by a deep, uncomfortable blush as she works, tan and white fur dusted with a bit of flour, her nudity making her movements hesitant and self-conscious, very unused to being so exposed in the everyday routine. As she bends further, her plush ass juts out invitingly, revealing her pink pussy lips peeking between her thick thighs and her tan asshole above, looking inviting in its vulnerability, enveloping the air around it with her aroused scent. She jumps a little when you enter, her body tensing with a mix of fear and reluctant arousal, knowing you might demand something wild while she's in this demeaning state. She straightens up quickly, looming over you but with obedient yet fidgety posture, one arm instinctively crossing over her huge breasts in a futile attempt to cover herself, her voice trembling slightly more than usual. "Tails, I was just finishing up here," she says softly, her cheeks burning hotter, clearly still adjusting to the enforced nudity that leaves her feeling so vulnerable and baited. [[Order her to continue cleaning|DomSpankAdmire]] /* Dom choice, increases domstoryprogress */ [[Offer to help her clean and let her take the lead|SubHelpComply]] /* Sub choice, increases vanillaDom */ <<elseif _eventRoll === 6 and $domstoryprogress >= 2>> The hallway is quiet as you approach Vanilla, who's dusting the shelves naked as per your recent demands, her massive body stretching up, long ears perked slightly in concentration. Her half-lidded eyes narrow focusedly, but she startles when you come close, blushing and jumping, her huge breasts—nicely shaped and sagging just a bit from their immense size, with brown nipples surrounded by large areola—bouncing freely as she turns to face you. Her tan and white fur is slightly disheveled from work, her plush form fully exposed and baiting you with seductive curves as she bends down to your level, nervous sweat glistening on her skin, her arousal evident in the way her thighs press together subtly. "Oh, Tails, you scared me," she murmurs, her voice aroused and frightened, knowing your orders can be cruel, but her half-lidded eyes betray a flicker of excitement as she shifts uncomfortably yet provocatively in her nudity. [[Bind her hands with rope and make her clean on her knees|DomBindNaked]] [[Apologize for startling her and ask if she wants a break|SubApologizeComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 7 and $domstoryprogress >= 2>> You find Vanilla in the bedroom, folding clothes naked as per your recent demands, her enormous plush body on display, long ears flopped down submissively. Her half-lidded eyes meet yours with a mix of shock and melting arousal, her kind smile falters as she blushes deeply, huge breasts heaving. Her tan and white fur shines, short tail tucked, and she poses, crossing her arms under her breasts to push them forward. It seems she's baiting you despite her resistance. She sets down a shirt, her voice soft and conflicted. "Tails, this is... quite exposing," she says, but her body leans toward you. [[Choke her lightly while groping her|DomChokeGrope]] [[Suggest she put on clothes if she's uncomfortable|SubSuggestComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 8 and $domstoryprogress >= 3>> Evening light filters into the living room where Vanilla kneels naked, scrubbing the floor, her massive ass enveloping the space behind her, long ears drooping obediently. She jumps as you enter, blushing furiously, half-lidded eyes wide with fear and arousal, her huge breasts brushing the ground as she works. Her tan fur is sweaty from effort, her expression is conflicted but you spot a small drip from her pussy as she cleans. "T-Tails, I'm almost done," she stammers, her voice showing abandonment fears as she glances up, bending down so her face is near yours. [[Demand a handjob|DomHandjobDemand]] [[Tell her she can stop and relax|SubStopComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 9 and $domstoryprogress >= 3>> You approach Vanilla in the kitchen, where she's preparing dinner naked, her towering form bending to stir a pot, huge breasts dangling heavily. Her long ears flop as she turns, startled, her half-lidded eyes meeting your small frame at her ass level, blushing with aroused obedience. Her white and tan fur glistens, short tail wiggling slightly in anticipation, her smile nervous now. "D-Dinner will be ready soon, Tails," she says softly, her voice trembling. [[Order her to give you a footjob under the table as you eat|DomFootjobOrder]] [[Offer to cook instead and let her rest|SubCookComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 10 and $domstoryprogress >= 3>> The bathroom door is ajar, and you push it open to find Vanilla cleaning the tub naked, on all fours, her plush ass raised high, enveloping your view. She yelps in surprise, long ears shooting up briefly before flopping, half-lidded eyes wide as she looks back, blushing deeply with fear and secret love for the dominance. Her huge breasts press against the tub edge, tan fur soapy, her kind vibe browbeaten into submission. "I-I'm making it spotless, just like you want," she whispers, her body quivering, abandonment issues making her cling to obedience. [[Make her take a shower with you.|DomBlowjobForce]] [[Apologize for interrupting and leave her be|SubInterruptComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 11 and $domstoryprogress >= 4>> You enter the bedroom where Vanilla lounges on the bed in lingerie, laying flat with her ass up and her feet in the air. Her massive body sprawled sensually. Her half-lidded eyes smolder with arouseal, huge breasts barely contained by the black outfit. She jumps slightly as you approach, her kind look turning obedient, melting into a sly smile. "Tails, I thought you'd like this outfit," she says, her voice smooth and inviting. [[Have rough sex with her|DomSexRough]] [[Cuddle and let her hold you|SubCuddleComply]] <<<elseif _eventRoll === 12 and $domstoryprogress >= 5>> You step into the living room on a bright morning, the sun streaming through the windows and casting warm glows across the floor, where Vanilla lounges on the couch in a simple robe, her massive plush body relaxed as she sips tea, long ears flopped lazily over her shoulders. Her half-lidded eyes lift to meet yours with a mix of arousal and subtle anticipation. her huge breasts rise gently with each breath. She's been increasingly obedient lately. Her short tail twitches as she sets down her cup, sensing your approach means another command. Her kind motherly vibe is tinged with browbeaten submission, making her quick to respond, not wanting to risk your ire. "Tails, good morning," she says softly, her voice trembling just a bit, her towering form bends down slightly to be closer to your small height. [[Call her over and attach a leash and a collar|DomPetplayWalk]] [[Apologize for disturbing her and ask if she needs anything instead|SubLeashRemove]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 13 and $domstoryprogress >= 5>> You find Vanilla naked in the living room, posed seductively on the couch, laying invitingly. Her half-lidded eyes meet yours with aroused obedience. She startles slightly as she notices you, but she melts quickly into a submissive pose. <<if $master>>"What does Master desire today?" she asks submissively, her voice filled with twisted love. <<else>> "Tails, what do you need," she says conflictedly.<</if>> [[Making her worship your feet|DomFootFetish]] [[Massage her instead|SubCollarRemove]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 14 and $domstoryprogress >= 6>> You call out for Vanilla from the hallway, your voice echoing slightly. She appears from the kitchen, her enormous body moving with obedient haste, long ears flopping as she approaches, half-lidded eyes wide with frightened arousal, her huge breasts sway freely, tan fur marked faintly from previous sessions. She's fully obiedent now, her plush form quivering as she stands before you, knowing wild cruelty awaits but prepared to submit to it. Her kind smile is no longer nervous, but a steady obsessive gaze. <<if $master>> "Yes, Master? How may this slave serve you?" she asks devotedly, her voice soft and pleading, bending down so her face is level with yours, her massive breasts nearly surrounding your small frame. <<else>> "Hello tails..." she murmurs. Her body leans in submissively.<</if>> [[Lead her to the basement and bind her in BDSM gear|DomBDSMPiss]] [[Change your mind and suggest a gentle cuddle upstairs instead, submitting to her care|SubUntieComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 15 and $domstoryprogress >= 6>> You approach Vanilla in the bedroom, where she's waiting naked on the bed, posed submissively, long ears down, half-lidded eyes aroused and obedient. Her huge breasts rise with bated breath, tan and white fur glistening, short tail quivering. "Master, your slave is ready to serve," she says devotedly, her voice filled with love. [[Breed her roughly|DomBreedSlave]] [[Lie down and let her mother you instead|SubLieComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 16 and $domstoryprogress >= 0>> You stroll into the den, the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains, illuminating Vanilla as she stands by the bookshelf, her towering form reaching effortlessly for a high shelf, long ears flopped down casually. Her half-lidded eyes scan the titles with a mature, sexy gaze, her kind smile present as she hums softly, huge breasts straining against her top, tan and white fur accentuating her plush curves that seem to bait you subtly. She's testing boundaries, seeing how much she can assert in your home after her husband's departure, her short tail flicking as she notices you, bending slightly but still looming over your small frame, making you feel the size difference acutely. Vanilla turns fully, her voice warm and coaxing. "Tails, dear, could you grab that book on the lower shelf for me? It's a bit awkward to bend all the way down," she says, attempting to delegate gently, her motherly vibe pushing to see if you'll comply, her enormous body emphasizing how she could easily dom if she wanted, but you're not about to let that happen. [[Order her to bend down and fetch it herself|DomBendSpank]] [[Grab the book for her and hand it up submissively|SubBookComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 17 and $domstoryprogress >= 1>> The hallway echoes softly with your footsteps as you approach Vanilla, who's adjusting a picture frame on the wall, her massive height allowing her to reach without effort. Her half-lidded eyes focus on the task, a kind smile on her lips, but she jumps slightly when you call her name, blushing with a mix of arousal and caution, her huge breasts heaving as she turns. Since agreeing to the terms of her allowance, she's more attentiveand quick to respond, though she still seems conflicted about the whole situation. "Yes, Tails?" she asks softly, bending down to your eye level, her face close to yours, hands held together nervously as she awaits your words. [[Demand she dress in a maid outfit to serve you today|dommaid]] [[Ask if she needs help with the frame instead, offering to fetch a stool|SubFrameComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 18 and $domstoryprogress >= 2>> You enter the kitchen to find Vanilla rinsing dishes naked as per your rules, her enormous thick body on full display, water glistening on her tan and white fur, long ears flopped forward as she works. Her half-lidded eyes widen when she hears you, blushing deeply, huge breasts swaying with each movement. Her kind motherly vibe now laced with obedient fear. She straightens but remains bent over the sink, she's clearly conflicted about the exposure your twisted control, but she needs the security of your home and care. "Tails, I-I'm almost finished," she stammers, her voice trembling, jumping as you approach. She bends down further so her massive tits are at your level, enveloping your view as she submits to your small stature. [[Order her to let you fuck her thick thighs while she continues washing the dishes|DomThighFuck]] /* Dom choice, increases domstoryprogress */ [[Offer to dry the dishes for her and suggest she relax|SubDishesComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 19 and $domstoryprogress >= 3>> Afternoon quiet fills the living room as you spot Vanilla dusting high shelves naked, her towering body stretched up, her half-lidded eyes focused, but she startles when you enter, her huge breasts bouncing as she lowers her arms. Tan fur sweaty from effort, short tail twitching in anticipation. <<if $master>>"Master, is there something you need from your slave?" she asks devotedly, bending down low to your height, her face level with yours, massive body humbling itself before your small fox form.<<else>>"Tails, you surprised me again," she murmurs conflictedly, though relenting as she kneels slightly.<</if>> [[Tell her to wear something slutty, your going on a date. $200-$500|publicblow]] [[Help her reach the high spots|SubDustComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 20 and $domstoryprogress >= 4>> You call Vanilla to the bedroom, where she arrives promptly, her massive form filling the doorway, long ears flopping as she enters, half-lidded eyes meeting yours with frightened arousal. Her huge breasts strain the lingerie she has on. She jumps slightly at your voice, blushing, her plush body posed seductively in habit now. <<if $master>>"Yes, Master, your slave is here to please," she says submissively, bending down so her enormous breasts surround your small frame, humiliating herself further. <<else>> "What is it, Tails?" she whispers, relenting as she approaches.<</if>> [[Have her lie down and order a reverse facesit|DomReverseFacesit]] [[Lie down and invite her to cuddle dominantly|SubCuddleInvite]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 21 and $domstoryprogress >= 5>> You walk into the backyard, the warm sunlight hitting you as you find Vanilla tending to the flowers, her naked body kneeling, half-lidded eyes downcast but aroused, huge breasts brushing the ground, tan fur exposed vulnerably. She startles at your approach, blushing crimson, her plush ass raised. <<if $master>>"Master, how can I help you?" she murmurs, bending low. <<else>> She whimpers softly, resistant but ready to relent. <</if>> [[ Fuck her outside|DomRidePet]] [[Help her garden instead|SubGardenComply]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 22 and $domstoryprogress >= 6>> Evening dims the basement as you summon Vanilla down the stairs, her enormous body moving with obedient grace, half-lidded eyes filled with aroused fear, tan and white fur marked from prior cruelty. She's fully your slave wife, blushing at your call, plush form enveloping the space, short tail quivering, her kind motherly essence browbeaten into eternal service. <<if $master>>"Master, use me as you wish," she pleads devotedly, bending down. <<else>>"Tails, I'm here," she says submissively.<</if>> [[pull out a cowprint bikini. Tell her to act like a cow, serving you.|DomMilkBreed]] [[Cuddle instead|SubNurseComply]] <<else>> <<if _rerolls is undefined>> <<set _rerolls = 0>> <</if>> <<if _rerolls < 4 and random(1,100) <= 90>> <<set _rerolls += 1>> <<randomHomeEventdom>> <<else>> <<unset _rerolls>> <<vanillaChatPrompt>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "vanillaHomeEvent">> <<if $vanillaDom >= 0>> <<randomHomeEvent>> <<else>> <<randomHomeEventdom>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "updateNPCLocations">> <<silently>> <<set _oldVanillaLocation = $vanillaLocation>> <<if $timeOfDay === "morning">> <<set $vanillaLocation = "Kitchen">> <<if $wolfHired>><<set $wolfLocation = "Kitchen">><</if>> <<elseif $timeOfDay === "mid_morning">> <<set $vanillaLocation = "Bathroom">> <<if $wolfHired>><<set $wolfLocation = "Bathroom">><</if>> <<elseif $timeOfDay === "afternoon">> <<set $vanillaLocation = "LivingRoom">> <<if $wolfHired>><<set $wolfLocation = "Outside">><</if>> <<elseif $timeOfDay === "mid_afternoon">> <<set $vanillaLocation = "Pool">> <<if $wolfHired>><<set $wolfLocation = "Pool">><</if>> <<elseif $timeOfDay === "evening">> <<set $vanillaLocation = "LivingRoom">> <<if $wolfHired>><<set $wolfLocation = "LivingRoom">><</if>> <<else>> <<set $vanillaLocation = "VanillasRoom">> <<if $wolfHired>><<set $wolfLocation = "WolfsRoom">><</if>> <</if>> <<if $domstoryprogress >= 1>> <<set $vanillaOutfit = "naked">> <<elseif _oldVanillaLocation !== $vanillaLocation>> <<if random(1,100) <= 50>> <<set $vanillaOutfit = "robe">> <<else>> <<set $vanillaOutfit = "normal">> <</if>> <</if>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget "printImg">> <<set _src = $args[0]>> <<set _alt = $args[1] or "" >> <<= '<img src="' + _src + '" alt="' + ('' + _alt).split('"').join('"') + '" style="' + $imgStyle + '">' >> <</widget>> <<widget "equip">> <<set _key = $args[0]>> <<set _info = setup.clothes[_key]>> <<if !_info>><<return>><</if>> /* full outfit (maid dress) equips clothing slots and leaves accessory/lower_accessory/chastity untouched */ <<if _info.slot === "full_outfit">> <<set $equipped.top = "full_maid_dress">> <<set $equipped.bottom = "full_maid_dress">> <<set $equipped.socks = "full_maid_dress">> <<set $equipped.shoes = "full_maid_dress">> <<set $equipped.underwear = "full_maid_dress">> <<set $equipped.bra = "full_maid_dress">> <<return>> <</if>> /* if any clothing slot has the maid dress, clear it first */ <<for _slot range ["top","bottom","socks","shoes","underwear","bra"]>> <<if $equipped[_slot] === "full_maid_dress">> <<set $equipped[_slot] = null>> <</if>> <</for>> /* equip by slot */ <<if _info.slot === "top">> <<set $equipped.top = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "bottom">> <<set $equipped.bottom = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "socks">> <<set $equipped.socks = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "shoes">> <<set $equipped.shoes = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "underwear">> <<set $equipped.underwear = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "bra">> <<set $equipped.bra = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "accessory">> <<set $equipped.accessory = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "lower_accessory">> <<set $equipped.lower_accessory = _key>> <<elseif _info.slot === "chastity">> <<set $equipped.chastity = _key>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "unequipSlot">> <<set _slot = $args[0]>> <<if _slot and $equipped[_slot]>><<set $equipped[_slot] = null>><</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "shopItem">> <<set _name = $args[0]>> <<set _key = $args[1]>> <<set _price = $args[2]>> <<set _img = $args[3]>> <<set _req = $args[4]>> <<set _buyPassage = $args[5]>> <<set _owned = $inventory.includes(_key)>> <<set _hasLevel = $feminizationLevel >= _req>> <div style="width:210px;border:1px solid #444;border-radius:8px;padding:10px;background:#222;color:#eee;display:inline-block;margin:8px;vertical-align:top;"> <div style="text-align:center;"> <<= '<img src="' + _img + '" alt="' + ('' + _name).split('"').join('"') + '" style="display:block;margin:6px auto 8px auto;width:100%;max-width:190px;height:auto;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> </div> <div style="font-weight:700;margin:4px 0 2px 0;font-size:16px;"><<= _name >></div> <div style="opacity:.9;margin-bottom:6px;"><<= _price >> money</div> <<if _owned>> <div style="color:#9aa;font-size:12px;margin:6px 0;">Owned</div> <button style="padding:6px 10px;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #555;background:#2a2a2a;color:#888;cursor:not-allowed;" disabled>Buy</button> <<elseif !_hasLevel>> <div style="color:#f88;font-size:12px;margin:6px 0;">Requires feminization level <<= _req >></div> <button style="padding:6px 10px;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #555;background:#2a2a2a;color:#888;cursor:not-allowed;" disabled>Buy</button> <<else>> <<link "Buy" _buyPassage>><</link>> <</if>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget "poolEvent">> <<silently>> <<set _poolRoll = random(1, 8)>> <</silently>> <<if $vanillaDom < 0>> <<if $domstoryprogress >= 0 && _poolRoll == 1 >> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla is wading at the edge of the pool in a skimpy black bikini, the fabric barely containing her huge breasts as water droplets glisten on her tan and white fur. She kicks her feet lazily in the water, long ears flopped back, looking relaxed but with a hint of nervousness when she sees you approach. [[Lewdly compliment her body|TailsDomPool0_Dom]] [[Back off and just watch from the lounge chair|PoolBackOff]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress >= 2 && _poolRoll == 2>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla is swimming naked in the pool, her voluptuous body gliding through the water, her plush ass breaking the surface with each stroke. She stops and looks up at you with a flushed, conflicted expression. [[Swim with her and grope her underwater|TailsDomPool2_Dom]] [[Back off and just watch from the lounge chair|PoolBackOff]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress >= 4 && _poolRoll == 3>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla is treading water naked in the deep end, her long ears slicked back, looking nervous but obedient as she waits for you. [[Force her head under water for a blowjob|TailsDomPool4_Dom]] [[Back off and just watch from the lounge chair|PoolBackOff]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress >= 6 && _poolRoll == 4>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla is floating naked in the pool, her massive body relaxed on the surface, huge breasts bobbing in the water as she glances at you with a mix of fear and submission. [[Pull her close and fuck her in the water|TailsDomPool6_Dom]] [[Back off and just watch from the lounge chair|PoolBackOff]] <<else>> <<if _rerolls is undefined>> <<set _rerolls = 0>> <</if>> <<if _rerolls < 4 and random(1,100) <= 90>> <<set _rerolls += 1>> <<poolEvent>> <<else>> <<unset _rerolls>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla is lounging by the pool. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $storyProgress >= 0 && _poolRoll == 5 and $wolfHired>> <<advanceTime>> You lounge by the poolside under the warm sun, the water's gentle ripples reflecting the clear blue sky as you try to relax on this lazy afternoon. Vanilla reclines on a nearby beach chair, her curvaceous form stretched out on her stomach, the brown, tan, and white fur of her body glistening slightly with the remnants of a recent swim. Her large breasts press against the cushioned surface, spilling out invitingly from the sides of her skimpy bikini top, while her small, bushy bunny tail remains a soft puff that barely twitches in the breeze. She props herself up on her elbows for a moment, her feet lifted playfully behind her, crossed at the ankles. Her toes flex idly as she glances over at Rex, who stands nearby, his muscular frame casting a long shadow. "Oh, Rex, darling," Vanilla calls out in her sweet, melodic voice, batting her lashes as she reaches for the bottle of sunblock on the small table beside her. "Would you be a dear and rub some of this on my back? I wouldn't want to burn in this heat." She settles back down fully, her feet kicking slowly back and forth in a rhythmic, teasing motion. Rex grins, his sharp teeth flashing, and he takes the bottle from her without hesitation, his long tail swaying lazily behind him like a contented predator. He kneels beside the chair, squeezing a generous amount of the creamy lotion into his large hands, warming it between his palms before he begins. Vanilla turns her head toward you, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of kindness and something sharper, more knowing. "You don't mind, do you, Tails?" she asks teasingly, her tone light and affectionate, as if it's the most innocent request in the world. "After all, Rex has such strong hands—they really know how to get into all the tight spots." [[Comply and watch|PoolComply]] [[Resist|PoolResist2]] <<elseif $storyProgress >= 2 && _poolRoll == 6 and $wolfHired>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla and Rex are in the shallow end together, his hands on her waist in the water. She glances at you with a teasing smile. [[Watch them in the water|NTRPool2_Sub]] [[Protest and interrupt|PoolResist2]] <<elseif $storyProgress >= 4 && _poolRoll == 7 and $wolfHired>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla and Rex are nude in the deep end, his canine cock visible under the water. She looks at you smugly. [[Vanilla calls you over|NTRPool4_Sub]] [[Protest and interrupt|PoolResist2]] <<elseif $storyProgress >= 9 && _poolRoll == 8 and $wolfHired>> <<advanceTime>> You lounge by the pool when Vanilla suddenly stands up from her chair, stretching languidly in her skimpy bikini, her huge breasts straining the fabric as she glances between you and Rex with a playful smile. "It's such a warm evening," she says sweetly, her voice carrying that familiar motherly tone. "Why don't we all go skinny dipping? The water feels so nice, and it's much more freeing without clothes getting in the way. Come on, boys — let's make it a little family swim." [[Join them|NTRPool6_Sub]] [[Protest and interrupt|PoolResist2]] <<else>> <<if _rerolls is undefined>> <<set _rerolls = 0>> <</if>> <<if _rerolls < 4 and random(1,100) <= 90>> <<set _rerolls += 1>> <<poolEvent>> <<else>> <<unset _rerolls>> <<advanceTime>> Vanilla is lounging by the pool in her bikini, her curvaceous body soaking up the sun as she relaxes on a chair. She glances at you with a soft smile but doesn't seem particularly eager for anything more right now. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "checkPunishment">> <<if !$tasksDone and $vanillaDom > 5>> Vanilla corners you before bed, her eyes stern. "You didn't handle the chores today. That's disappointing." <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $relationship -= 5>> <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-2). <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "wolfGreeting">> <<set _greetRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 3) + 1>> <<if _greetRoll === 1>> Rex grunts. "What now, fox?" <<elseif _greetRoll === 2>> He smirks. "Got something to say?" <<else>> Rex nods curtly. "Yeah?" <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "hireWolfCheck">> <<if !$wolfHired and $day > 3 and $relationship < 40>> <<goto "HireRexScene">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "randomHomeEvent">> <<silently>> <<advanceTime>> <<set _eventRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 15) + 1>> /* Increased range for more events */ <</silently>> <<if _eventRoll === 1 and $balance < -10 and $wolfHired>> Vanilla notices you and beckons you over. "Sweetie, you look so tense. Why don't you try on this cute apron I found? It'd suit you perfectly." Rex chuckles from the corner, watching intently. [[Comply and wear it|WearApron]] [[Refuse|RefuseApron]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 2 and $balance > 10>> Vanilla approaches you shyly. "Tails, could you... tell me what to do today? I feel better when you're in charge." [[Give her orders|OrderVanilla]] [[Let her decide|IgnoreOrder]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 3 and $wolfHired and $relationship < 30 and $vanillaDom > 10>> You step into the kitchen, the scent of fresh herbs and simmering sauce hitting you like a warm wave, but the scene before you freezes you in place. Vanilla stands close—too close—to Rex, her towering form leaning against the counter with a casual grace that doesn't quite hide the way her thick thighs shift restlessly under her long purple dress. Her fur catches the afternoon light streaming through the window, the white accents on her cheeks flushed a deeper pink than usual, her large breasts risi and fall with a breathy laugh that echoes softly in the room. Rex looms beside her, his broad shoulders nearly brushing hers as he wipes his hands on a towel, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. [[Seperate them|roomResistAbuse]] [[Just watch|roomSubmitAbuse]] <<set $relationship -= 1>> <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<elseif _eventRoll === 4 and $timeOfDay === "evening">> [[Continue|FootRubEvent]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 5 and $wolfHired and $ntrLevel >= 3 and $vanillaDom > 20 and $relationship < 20>> You tiptoe down the hallway of your home, the wooden floor creaking faintly under your feet despite your best efforts to stay quiet, the dim evening light casting long shadows from the windows. The sounds started a few minutes ago—soft, rhythmic moans drifting from Vanilla's room, muffled but unmistakable, interspersed with deeper grunts that make your twin tails twitch in unease. It's probably nothing, you tell yourself, just... maybe she's exercising or something, Rex helping her stretch. But as you get closer, the moans grow clearer, breathy and high-pitched, Vanilla's voice unmistakable in its pleasure, mixed with Rex's low, gruff rumbles, the bedframe creaking in a steady rhythm that you try to dismiss as... perhaps jumping on the bed? No, that doesn't make sense, but you cling to the excuse anyway, your cheeks heating up as you approach the door. You knock tentatively, your knuckles rapping softly against the wood, and call out, voice cracking a bit, "V-Vanilla? Rex? Is everything okay in there?" There's a brief pause, the creaking halting for a second, but then Vanilla's voice responds, sweet and kind as always, though a bit breathlesse. "Oh, sweetie," she says, her tone maternal and affectionate, but interrupted by a soft gasp, as if she's... adjusting something heavy. Te creaking of the bed begins anew. "This is adult stuff... Mommy needs her special time with Daddy Rex." Another pause, a faint thud like something shifting, and she continues, her words coming in starts and stops, each one punctuated by a subtle hitch in her breath. "Sorry~ we just... need to handle some things... that little boys like you... shouldn't worry about." Her explanation draws out, her voice lilting higher on certain words, like she's emphasizing them while... multitasking. "It's important for Mommy... to have these moments... to keep everything running smoothly... around here. You understand, don't you, honey? Just... go play or something... while we finish up." You stand there, frozen, hearing the creaking faintly through the door, Vanilla's words trailing off into another soft moan that she quickly masks with a light laugh, as if it's all just playful exertion. Rex's voice grunts something low and indistinct. Your face burns hotter, excuses piling up in your mind as you back away, the sounds growing muffled again behind the door." <<set $seenNTR = true>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> [[Comply and leave|IgnoreNTR]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 6 and $wolfHired and $ntrLevel >= 8 and $momDom>> You sit on the edge of your bed in the quiet of your room, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows across the floor. Your mind races with the fragments of what you have seen lately—subtle touches between Vanilla and Rex, the way she lingers near him, her laughter echoing a bit too warmly in his presence. It has only been a short time since you reluctantly agreed to let her take on this "mommy" role, her gentle insistence wearing you down until you nodded, feeling small and vulnerable under her gaze. But now, doubts bubble up, and when Vanilla enters the room with that familiar sway in her step, her curvaceous form clad in a simple sundress that hugs her tan and brown fur, you cannot hold back any longer. "Vanilla... Mommy," you start hesitantly, correcting yourself as her eyes sharpen. "I've been noticing things with Rex. Are you... are you two... It seems like—" <<videoMP4 "video/Vanilla/lickingsound.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> Before you can finish, Vanilla closes the distance in a fluid motion, her large breasts brushing against your chest as she leans down, her lips capturing yours in a soft, insistent kiss that steals your breath. Her mouth is warm and sweet, pressing firmly to silence your words, and when she pulls back just enough to speak, her voice is a soothing murmur against your fur. "Shh, sweetie, it's not your place to ask about such things." She kisses you again, lighter this time, her hand cupping your cheek to hold you in place. "Don't worry about him at all—just focus on being a good boy for Mommy. That's all that matters, isn't it?" [[Weakly protest|RequireGirlyAccept]] [[Strongly protest|RequireGirlyResist]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 7 and $wolfHired and $ntrLevel >= 7 and $momDom>> You hear Vanilla's voice calling from the living room, sweet and insistent, echoing through the house like a siren's song. "Tails, sweetie! Come here—Mommy needs you for something special." Your twin tails twitch nervously as you pause in the hallway, where you've been lingering, trying to avoid the growing tension in the air. Her tone leaves no room for delay, and you step forward, rounding the corner into the room. Vanilla spots you immediately, her eyes lighting up with that kind, maternal glow, her tan and orange fur catching the warm lamp light as she rises from the couch. She's dressed in her usual long purple dress with the red vest, the fabric hugging her curves, her large breasts straining against the material as she moves toward you with open arms. "There you are, my //good boy//," she coos, pulling you into a quick hug, her softness enveloping you briefly before she guides you further into the room. Rex is already there, lounging on the armchair with his muscular black and grey furred frame sprawled out, his predatory grin widening as Vanilla brings you right to him. The betrayal sinks deeper—she's leading you like a lamb to the wolf, her hand on your back gentle but firm, pushing you closer. Before you can pull away or question it, Rex's powerful hands seize your shoulders, yanking you close with a forceful grip that sends a jolt through your body, right there in front of Vanilla. The air leaves your lungs in a gasp, your smaller frame no match for his strength as he holds you pinned against him, his breath hot and gruff against your ear. Vanilla lounges back against the cushions of the couch, her eyes locked on the scene with a heated gleam, her fingers tracing lazy circles between her thighs as her breath quickens, her large breasts rising and falling with anticipation. [[Resist|NTRResistAbuse]] [[Submit|NTRSubmitAbuse]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 8 and $wolfHired and $ntrLevel >= 10 and $seenNTR>> Vanilla smiles warmly, her ears perking up as she tilts her head, that kind, maternal glow in her eyes masking the sly excitement bubbling beneath, her large breasts rising with a deep, contented breath beneath her red vest. "Sweetie, Rex wants you now," she says, her voice soft and encouraging, as if she's suggesting a fun game rather than something far more intimate. There's clear excitement in her eyes, a heated flush creeping up her white-accented cheeks as she glances at Rex, who stands nearby with his muscular black and grey furred frame tensed, his predatory grin widening. She steps closer to you, her hand resting possessively on your shoulder, squeezing gently but firmly. "You see, Tails, Rex has been such a good Daddy lately—strong, reliable, making Mommy feel so taken care of, so full and satisfied in ways that just... melt all the stress away. He knows how to take charge, to make everything feel right. And I think he can make you feel that too, sweetie—if you let him take you, you'll understand why Mommy loves it so much. It'll bring us all closer, like a real family. You'll be helping Mommy by making Daddy happy, and that's what good boys do, isn't it?" [[Is this happening?|NTRFinalSubmit]] [[Resist|NTRFinalResist]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 9 and $wolfHired and $ntrLevel >= 1 and $momDom and !$cumOnFood and $storyProgress >=1>> You hear Vanilla's voice calling from her bedroom down the hall, sweet and inviting as always, carrying through the quiet house like a gentle melody. "Tails, sweetie! Come to Mommy's room—I have something fun for you." Your twin tails twitch curiously as you make your way there, pushing open the door to find her lounging on the edge of the bed in a sheer purple nightie that clings to her tan and orange fur. The white accents on her body glow softly in the morning light filtering through the curtains. The fabric drapes loosely over her large, bouncing breasts, the neckline plunging low enough to tease, while the hem rides up her legs, hinting at her big ass as she shifts. Rex is there too, lounging casually on the bed behind her, his black and grey furred muscular frame sprawled out, a smug smirk on his muzzle as he watches you enter. The air in the room smells musky, thick and heavy, and they exchange knowing glances—Vanilla's cheeks flushed a soft pink, her breathing a touch heavier than usual. Rex's chest rises and falls in sync with hers. Vanilla's feet glisten with a thick, white cream smeared across her soft soles and between her toes, still warm and sticky-looking, pooling slightly on the bedsheet where they've been resting. "Oh, sweetie," Vanilla says with that sweet smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she pats the spot on the bed in front of her, "I bought some cream last night. I thought it might be fun if you licked this off Mommy's feet. To show you I still care, even with me... spending more time with Rex." She wiggles her toes playfully, the cream squelching a bit between them, her voice light and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of laughter in her tone. Like she's sharing a private joke with Rex, who chuckles shortly behind her. [[Lick it off|CreamLickComply]] [[Refuse|CreamLickResist]] <<elseif _eventRoll === 10 and $wolfHired and $ntrLevel >= 5 and $momDom and $cumOnFood and $storyProgress >=6>> <<goto "CumEatEvent">> <<elseif _eventRoll === 11 and $wolfHired and $storyProgress >=1>> <<goto "NTRSignEvent1">> <<elseif _eventRoll === 12 and $wolfHired and $storyProgress >=2>> <<goto "FemConsequenceEvent">> <<elseif _eventRoll === 13 and $wolfHired and $storyProgress >=3 and $forcePetPlay>> <<goto "PetPlayEvent">> <<elseif _eventRoll === 14 and $wolfHired and $storyProgress >=4 and $forceBlowjob>> <<goto "BlowjobEvent">> <<elseif _eventRoll === 15 and $wolfHired and $storyProgress >=5 and $forceFluff>> <<goto "FluffEvent">> <<else>> <<vanillaChatPrompt>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "vanillaChatPrompt">> <<advanceTime>> <<set _promptRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 4) + 1>> <<if $relationship > 40>> /* High rel, normal prompts */ <<if _promptRoll === 1>> Vanilla glances around the room with a soft sigh, her eyes meeting yours as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "The house is getting a bit messy, darling. What do you think we should do?" [[Take charge and assign tasks|Prompt1Dom]] [[Let her decide|Prompt1Sub]] <<elseif _promptRoll === 2>> She tilts her head, her fingers lightly tracing your arm as she pouts playfully. "I'm feeling a little lost today, Sweetie. Should I cook dinner or just relax?" [[Tell her to cook|Prompt2Dom]] [[Offer to help her relax|Prompt2Sub]] <<elseif _promptRoll === 3>> Vanilla sighs dreamily, her gaze distant as she leans against you, her warmth pressing close. "Sometimes I miss having someone strong around." [[Assert yourself as that someone|Prompt3Dom]] [[Agree|Prompt3Sub]] <<else>> Vanilla looks around with a thoughtful smile, her hand resting on your shoulder. "We should set some house rules to keep things organized, don't you think?" [[Set the rules yourself|Prompt4Dom]] [[Ask her opinion|Prompt4Sub]] <</if>> <<else>> /* Low rel, NTR/mom-dom prompts */ <<if $wolfHired and $momDom>> <<if _promptRoll === 1>> Vanilla coos softly, "Rex took care of the chores today. He's so strong and capable." [[Assert dominance|VanillaResponseDom]] [[Defer submissively|VanillaResponseSub]] <<elseif _promptRoll === 2>> She giggles, "Rex makes me feel special. You understand, right?" [[Resist|VanillaNTRResist]] [[Agree|VanillaMomDomAccept]] <<elseif _promptRoll === 3>> Vanilla glances over at you appraisingly, her eyes tracing your form with that familiar mix of maternal warmth and sly calculation, like she's sizing up a project she can't wait to perfect. The room feels charged, the air thick with the subtle scent of her perfume—sweet and commanding, just like her. She's lounging on the edge of the bed in her usual elegant attire, but there's a playful glint in her gaze that makes your twin tails twitch nervously. "Oh, sweetie," she coos, her voice dripping with honeyed affection, "you know Mommy loves seeing you try new things. Why don't you slip into something cute for Rex? Something frilly, maybe a little skirt or those stockings I picked out... It'll make Mommy so happy, and I promise, Daddy will appreciate it too." [[Comply fem|VanillaFemComply]] [[Refuse|VanillaFemRefuse]] <<else>> Vanilla lounges back against the plush cushions of the couch, her curvaceous form sinking into the fabric with effortless grace, one leg crossed over the other in a way that accentuates the soft sway of her hips. The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her fur, making her look every bit the picture of relaxed authority. She props a hand on her cheek, her fingers drumming lightly against her muzzle as she gazes off into the distance, lost in some private reverie. Her eyes, those deep, knowing pools, flick toward you occasionally, appraising you like a cherished but slightly flawed possession. A soft hum escapes her lips, thoughtful and melodic, before she speaks, her voice a silky murmur that wraps around you like a gentle leash. "Oh, sweetie," she says idly, her tone casual yet laced with that undeniable undercurrent of command, "I've been thinking... Boys like you, so clever and sweet but oh-so-delicate, really need a strong daddy figure in their lives. Someone big and commanding to set things straight, to handle all the rough edges you just can't manage on your own." She pauses, her smile widening just a touch, revealing a hint of those perfect teeth as she tilts her head your way. "And Rex? He's perfect for that. So strong, so dominant... He knows exactly how to take charge, make everything fall into place. Don't you think?" You shift uncomfortably where you sit across from her, your twin tails curling around your legs like a protective barrier, though it does little to shield you from the weight of her words. Your mind races—Rex, that towering wolf with his rippling muscles and piercing gaze, the one who's already intruded into your thoughts more than you'd like to admit. Part of you bristles at the idea, a flicker of resistance sparking in your chest, reminding you of the independent inventor you've always been. But then there's Vanilla, watching you expectantly, her expression so warm and approving, like your agreement is the key to unlocking more of her affection. You don't want to disappoint her, not when she's been so... attentive lately. [[Agree sub|VanillaSubAgree]] [[Protest|VanillaProtest]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if _promptRoll === 1>> /* Fallback to normal low rel prompts without Rex or momdom */ Vanilla glances around the room with a soft sigh, her eyes meeting yours as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "The house is getting a bit messy, darling. What do you think we should do?" [[Take charge and assign tasks|Prompt1Dom]] [[Let her decide|Prompt1Sub]] <<elseif _promptRoll === 2>> She tilts her head, her fingers lightly tracing your arm as she pouts playfully. "I'm feeling a little lost today, my sweet. Should I cook dinner or relax?" [[Tell her to cook|Prompt2Dom]] [[Offer to help her relax|Prompt2Sub]] <<elseif _promptRoll === 3>> Vanilla sighs dreamily, her gaze distant as she leans against you, her warmth pressing close. "Sometimes I miss having someone strong around." [[Assert yourself as that someone|Prompt3Dom]] [[Agree|Prompt3Sub]] <<else>> Vanilla looks around with a thoughtful smile, her hand resting on your shoulder. "We should set some house rules to keep things organized, don't you think?" [[Set the rules yourself|Prompt4Dom]] [[Ask her opinion|Prompt4Sub]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "amyGreeting">> <<set _greetRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 3) + 1>> <<if _greetRoll === 1>> Amy smirks slyly. "Ah, Tails. Come closer." <<elseif _greetRoll === 2>> She adjusts her skirt, a subtle bulge noticeable underneath. "Good, you're here, finally something nice to look at." <<else>> Amy leans forward. "Perfect timing. I have something for you." <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "vanillaGreeting">> <<set _greetRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 3) + 1>> <<if _greetRoll === 1>> Vanilla smiles warmly at you. "Hello, Tails. What brings you here?" <<elseif _greetRoll === 2>> She tilts her head curiously. "Oh, hi dear. Need something?" <<else>> Vanilla waves gently. "Tails! It's good to see you." <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "randomDeskEvent">> <<silently>> <<advanceTime>> <<set _eventRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 1>> /* More events */ <</silently>> <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route revamped */ <<switch $promotionLevel>> <<case 0>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> The office buzzes with the usual hum of keyboards and distant phone calls, but everything fades into the background as Amy storms toward your desk. Her face is flushed with anger from a frustrating meeting, her pink quills slightly disheveled. Without a word, she reaches out and grabs your butt firmly, squeezing it hard enough to make you yelp in surprise. "Those damn clients are stressing me out," she mutters through gritted teeth. "But your cute little ass always helps calm me down. I just love feminine boys like you—soft, obedient, and absolutely perfect for my needs." Your heart races, pounding in your chest as you're caught off guard by the sudden, intimate contact. This kind of attention is new and unwelcome, but the looming fear of losing your job holds you back from protesting too strongly. "M-Miss Amy, that's not appropriate..." you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. [[Let her continue groping|DeskAssGrabComplyL0]] [[Push her hand away|DeskAssGrabResistL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> As you focus on your computer screen, sorting through emails in the quiet afternoon light filtering through the office windows, Amy approaches and leans over your desk. Her presence is commanding, and you feel the subtle press of her bulge against your shoulder as she whispers harshly in your ear. "You're looking a bit sloppy today, Tails. Fix your posture right now—arch your back a little, just like a good boy should." You flinch at her words, the implication hitting you like a cold wave, but the desperation to keep your job keeps you from lashing out. [[Adjust your posture as she instructs|DeskPostureComplyL0]] [[Ignore her and continue working|DeskPostureResistL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> The stack of papers hits your desk with a resounding slap, jolting you from your concentration amid the cluttered workspace filled with memos and coffee mugs. Amy stands there, her expression stern. "Quit slacking off and handle these immediately," she demands. "Only bums and housewives get to laze about all day." She pauses, a sly grin creeping across her face. "Actually, I could make that a reality for you. Imagine being my trophy wife—staying home, looking pretty just for me. Feminine boys like you are practically made for that role." With that, she grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet her intense gaze. Your nerves are on edge, the fear of disappointing her and facing unemployment making you jittery. [[Begin the work submissively|DeskVerbalComplyL0]] [[Shake your head in refusal|DeskVerbalResistL0]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 1>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Your intercom buzzes sharply, cutting through the mundane rhythm of typing and filing in the office. Amy's voice comes through, laced with irritation: "Get in here now, Tails! I need some relief after that awful call." You hurry to her office, the door clicking shut behind you, only to find her seated with her hard cock already exposed. She pulls you under her desk without ceremony. "Give me a handjob, right now. You know the drill, slut." The thought of touching her in such an intimate way repulses you, but you're trapped in this escalating dynamic. [[Provide the handjob as demanded|DeskHandjobComplyL1]] [[Attempt to leave the room|DeskHandjobResistL1]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> A wad of cash smacks against your face unexpectedly as you organize files at your desk, the bills fluttering slightly in the air-conditioned breeze. Amy smirks down at you. "Here's some extra for you, slut. Now bend over and wiggle that ass for me—make it enticing." The sting on your cheek fades as you pocket the money, growing somewhat accustomed to her demeaning demands, though the discomfort lingers. [[Bend over and wiggle as instructed|DeskWiggleComplyL1]] [[Refuse the cash and demand respect|DeskWiggleResistL1]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Amy suddenly grabs your face while you're mid-task, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across her determined expression. She forces you close to her crotch, her skirt tented noticeably. "Rub my bulge through the fabric," she commands. "Feel how hard you make me, you teasing little boy." She holds you there firmly, her eyes gleaming with an obsessive intensity. "I love you so much, Tails—that's exactly why I make you worship me like this, to keep you all to myself." [[Rub her bulge obediently|DeskBulgeRubComplyL1]] [[Pull back from her grasp|DeskBulgeRubResistL1]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> After a long day of meetings, Amy returns to your desk area, kicking off her shoes with a sigh of relief as the scent of sweat wafts subtly in the enclosed space. Her feet, musky from hours in boots, are propped expectantly near you. "Lick them clean, Tails," she orders firmly. "Taste the sweat properly—slide your tongue between the toes and suck each one like the good little slut you are." [[Lick her feet as directed|DeskFootLickComplyL2]] [[Refuse to lick them|DeskFootLickResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Another wad of cash slaps against your face, this time with more force, as Amy looms over you during a quiet moment in the office. "Extra pay for you," she says with a wicked grin. "Now strip down to your underwear and pose like a model for me, you whore." Humiliation has become a familiar companion, and this demand feels like just another step in the degrading routine you've endured. [[Strip and pose as requested|DeskStripComplyL2]] [[Push the cash back in refusal|DeskStripResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> A sharp slap lands on your ass, the sting radiating through you. "That's for being so slow on those reports, slut," she snaps. "Bend over, now. This'll teach you to pick up the speed." Her tone blends harsh discipline with a possessive edge. [[Bend over for the spanking|DeskSpankComplyL2]] [[Protest the slap vehemently|DeskSpankResistL2]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> The intercom crackles to life again, pulling you from your tasks in the dimly lit office. Amy's voice is curt: "Get under my desk right now. You're going to blow me while I handle this client meeting." [[Provide the blowjob during the meeting|DeskBJComplyL3]] [[Attempt to stop and leave|DeskBJResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Fresh from a workout during her lunch break, Amy approaches you, her body glistening slightly with sweat under her office attire. She forces your face into her armpit without warning. "Lick it clean," she demands. "Taste my sweat fully—get your tongue in there deep, you disgusting wage-slave." [[Lick her armpit obediently|DeskArmpitComplyL3]] [[Refuse the demand|DeskArmpitResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Amy pulls up her skirt abruptly, turning around in the privacy of the office corner, and grabs your head to push you toward her exposed ass cheeks. "Kiss it reverently," she instructs. "Worship my ass like the goddess I am, my little boy-toy." Her grip is firm, her voice laced with obsession. [[Kiss her ass as commanded|DeskAssKissComplyL3]] [[Pull away from her hold|DeskAssKissResistL3]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 4>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Amy calls you into her office. She rummages through her drawer with a gleeful smirk, her pink hair bouncing lightly. She pulls out a large butt plug, complete with detailed veins, the silicone surface gleaming under the fluorescent lights—oversized and undeniably intimidating. Waving it teasingly in front of your face, her eyes sparkle with cruel delight. "Look what I have for my favorite little office slut," she taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. "It's a perfect replica of my own cock, since you can't always have me inside you. How pathetic, needing a toy just to remember who owns you." [[Accept the plug insertion submissively|DeskPlugComplyL4]] [[Beg her not to insert it|DeskPlugResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> The office buzzes with the usual midday rhythm—keyboards clacking, printers whirring, and muffled conversations drifting through the open-plan layout like white noise. You're hunched over your desk, trying to lose yourself in a stack of reports, your twin tails twitching idly behind you. Suddenly, Amy appears at your cubicle like a storm, her hammer slung over one shoulder casually, as if it's just another accessory. Without preamble, she tosses a crinkling shopping bag onto your lap, the contents shifting with a soft thud—heels clacking together, fabric rustling against jewelry. "Put this on, slut," she orders, her voice a sharp whip-crack that cuts through the ambient hum, low enough not to carry far but laced with that unyielding authority that makes your stomach flip. Her eyes burn into you with an intense, obsessive fire, pupils dilated like she's savoring the power rush already. "Then parade around the office for the boys. Let the others know what you really are—my pretty little plaything, all dressed up and begging for attention." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear, that black outfit of hers hugging her curves as she folds her arms expectantly. The bag spills open slightly, revealing glimpses of a skimpy black dress—short and clingy, paired with strappy heels and dangling accessories and a choker that screams vulnerability. [[Dress in the lingerie and parade|DeskDressComplyL4]] [[Refuse to wear the outfit|DeskDressResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Amy calls you into her office, shes standing in front of her desk. In a sudden move, Amy grabs your head firmly, directing your tongue toward her asshole as she bends slightly in the secluded office space. "Rim me deeply," she commands. "Clean it thoroughly with your worthless mouth, you bitch." [[Rim her asshole as instructed|DeskRimComplyL4]] [[Resist the forced action|DeskRimResistL4]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 5>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> The office hums with the subdued rhythm of a typical afternoon—colleagues typing away at their desks, the soft whir of printers in the background, and the occasional murmur of phone calls filtering through the partitions. You're deep in your work, tinkering with a schematic on your screen, your twin tails swaying gently behind you as you concentrate, when suddenly the door to your workspace bursts open with a forceful bang that rattles the walls. Amy storms in, her pink fur slightly disheveled, quills askew from whatever frustrations have piled up during her day—maybe a tough meeting or endless paperwork. Her eyes blaze with a mix of irritation and that obsessive intensity she reserves just for you, her red dress rumpled but still clinging to her curves like a second skin. The door slams shut behind her, sealing you both in this private storm, and before you can even react, she's on you. Her hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your throat lightly but firmly, just enough to make your breath hitch and your pulse spike under her touch. With her other hand, she grabs your ass tightly, squeezing with a possessive fervor that sends a jolt through your body, pulling you flush against her. "Choke on my tongue, slut," she growls, her voice low and ragged, laced with the raw edge of her pent-up emotions. She doesn't wait for compliance—her mouth crashes onto yours in a deep, invasive kiss, her tongue thrusting past your lips aggressively, filling your mouth as if claiming every inch. You gasp around it, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of her taste—sweet like strawberries with a hint of her lingering frustration—and the subtle choke from her grip, making your head spin. Her hold on your throat tightens just a fraction, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you who's in control, her body pressing into yours with desperate heat. [[Submit to the kiss|DeskChokeSpankComplyL5]] [[Struggle against her grip|DeskChokeSpankResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Amy saunters into your cubicle like she owns the place—which, in this twisted dynamic, she practically does. Her pink fur gleams under the fluorescent lights, quills perfectly styled despite the chaos she brings, and that red dress hugs her figure with the same commanding presence as always. But it's the mischievous glint in her emerald eyes that sends a chill down your spine, a predatory sparkle that promises humiliation wrapped in her obsessive affection. She doesn't bother with greetings or pretense, reaching into her bag and pulling out a sleek, vibrating dildo—curved, ridged, and an intimidating shade of hot pink that matches her aesthetic perfectly. With a casual flick of her wrist, she places it right on your desk amid the scattered notes and glowing screen, the toy landing with a soft thud that echoes louder in your mind than it should. It sits there innocently, its remote dangling from a small chain, mocking your attempts at productivity. You freeze, eyes widening as heat floods your cheeks, your work forgotten in an instant. The cubicle walls suddenly feel paper-thin, as if every colleague could peer in and see this degrading intrusion. "Shove this up your ass and turn it on high while you work, my toy," she instructs coldly, her voice a low, icy command that brooks no argument, laced with that possessive edge she's mastered. She leans against the edge of your desk, arms folded, watching you expectantly like this is just another item on her to-do list. "Don't make me repeat myself—get it in there nice and deep, and keep those reports coming. I want to see you squirm for me all afternoon." [[Insert the dildo as ordered|DeskDildoComplyL5]] [[Refuse to comply|DeskDildoResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> The office storage room feels like a claustrophobic trap, its dim lighting casting long shadows over stacked boxes and forgotten supplies, the faint scent of dust and paper mingling with the sharper tang of Amy's lingering perfume. You've been dragged in here under the pretense of "helping with inventory," but you know better by now—her games always escalate when no one's around to witness. Your twin tails twitch nervously behind you as she locks the door with a decisive click, turning to face you with that wild, obsessive glint in her eyes, her pink fur slightly flushed from the thrill of what's about to unfold. Before you can even protest or back away, her hands are on your shoulders, shoving you down with surprising strength—her hammer-wielding arms making quick work of your resistance. You drop to your knees in a degrading display, the cold tile floor biting into your kneecaps through your fur, your genius mind reeling as you're reduced once again to her plaything in this hidden corner of the workplace. Amy stands over you triumphantly, her red dress hiked up just enough to free her cock from its confines—she pulls it out with a casual flick, the thick, veined length already half-hard and throbbing in the stale air, inches from your face. There's no gentleness, no buildup; she grabs the back of your head roughly, fingers tangling in your fur, and shoves her cock past your lips in one forceful thrust, filling your mouth with its warm, salty girth. You gag instinctively, eyes watering as it stretches your jaws, the musky taste overwhelming your senses, but she holds you there unyieldingly, her hips pressing forward to seal the intrusion. "Drink it," she demands, her voice a cold, commanding growl laced with that possessive obsession. A hot stream begins to flow—her piss flooding your mouth in a bitter, acrid torrent that makes your throat convulse. [[Drink her piss submissively|DeskPissComplyL5]] [[Turn away in refusal|DeskPissResistL5]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 6>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> The door to your small workspace swings open without a knock, and Amy strides in like she owns the air itself, her pink fur slightly tousled from whatever high-powered meeting she's just dominated, her red dress clinging to her curves with that effortless authority. Her eyes lock onto you immediately, burning with that obsessive hunger that makes your stomach drop. She doesn't say a word at first, just closes the door behind her with a soft click—loud enough to startle you but quiet enough not to alert the office beyond. Before you can even greet her or question her presence, she's on you, her hands gripping your shoulders with forceful insistence, spinning you around in your chair and yanking you to your feet. "Time for a break, slut," she whispers harshly, her breath hot against your ear as she shoves you forward, bending you over the desk in one swift motion. Your chest presses against the scattered papers, your tails pinned awkwardly beneath you, and you feel the cool wood against your fur as she rips your skirt down roughly, exposing you to the air-conditioned chill. Panic surges through you; the office walls are thin, voices murmuring just outside, and the last thing you want is for anyone to discover this. "A-Amy, wait—not here, someone might—" you hiss quietly, trying to push back, but her weight pins you down, her body grinding against yours possessively. [[Submit to the rough fucking|DeskFuckComplyL6]] [[Try to resist the penetration|DeskFuckResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> You've just finished formatting a spreadsheet when the door to your workspace swings open without warning, and there she is—Amy, striding in with that commanding swagger, her pink fur catching the fluorescent light, her red dress hugging her curves like a declaration of power. Her eyes glint with that familiar mix of mischief and obsession, a dangerous spark that makes your stomach twist with both dread and anticipation. She doesn't bother with pleasantries, her lips curling into a wicked smirk as she points to the floor in front of your desk. "In my office, On your back, slut," she orders sharply, her voice low but cutting through the silence like a whip. "Right there, on the floor—now. You're gonna worship me properly today." Your heart races, cheeks flushing with the heat of humiliation as you glance around instinctively, though the office is empty. The open space feels dangerously exposed compared to the usual confines of a storage room or cubicle corner, but her gaze leaves no room for argument. [[Worship beneath her obediently|DeskFacesitComplyL6]] [[Struggle for air and freedom|DeskFacesitResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> The office is quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers as you finalize yet another stack of Amy's secretarial tasks. Your desk is a cluttered mess of memos and schedules, a testament to your demotion from inventor to her personal assistant, your twin tails twitching nervously as you try to focus. The late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting slatted shadows across the room, when the door swings open with a confident creak. Two clients stride in—both towering canines, one a sleek black wolf with piercing amber eyes, the other a rugged gray husky with a broad, muscular frame. Their tailored suits do little to hide their imposing builds, and their presence fills the small office with an immediate sense of dominance. Amy follows them in, her pink fur practically glowing with that obsessive fire, her red dress clinging to her curves as she shuts the door with a deliberate click, sealing you all in. She doesn't bother with introductions or pleasantries, her emerald eyes locking onto you with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. Leaning casually against the edge of your desk, she gestures toward you like you're an item on a menu. "Well, you boys are my top earners. As promised, go ahead and fuck my littl boy-wife here," she says with a wicked, casual smirk, her voice dripping with possessive glee. "Fill his holes completely while I watch, turning him into the worthless cumdump he is." The words hit you like a punch, your face flushing with a wave of humiliation as you realize she's offering you up as if you're nothing more than an office amenity. Your coworkers exchange a glance, their grins predatory as they step closer, already loosening their ties. Amy's gaze remains fixed on you, obsessive and unyielding. [[Submit to the gangbang|DeskGangComplyL6]] [[Protest loudly against it|DeskGangResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> The office is shrouded in the quiet of late afternoon, the usual clamor of ringing phones and tapping keyboards dulled to a faint hum as most of your colleagues have trickled out for the day. You're alone at your desk, surrounded by the detritus of Amy's endless secretarial demands—scattered memos, sticky notes, and a half-finished spreadsheet glowing on your screen. Your twin tails droop wearily behind you, a silent testament to the exhaustion of playing her obedient assistant, the genius inventor reduced to a cog in her obsessive machine. The door to your workspace creaks open without warning, and Amy strides in, her pink fur catching the dim light, her red dress clinging to her curves with that commanding allure. Her eyes burn with a familiar mix of satisfaction and predatory glee, as if she's just come from indulging herself in some private pleasure, her cheeks slightly flushed and her hair a touch disheveled. She doesn't speak at first, just positions herself in front of your desk, legs spread slightly as she hikes up her dress with a deliberate slowness, revealing her cock—still glistening from her recent release, half-hard and dripping. You barely have time to register what's happening before she strokes herself a few final times, her breath hitching as she cums directly onto the floor with a soft, wet splatter. The mess pools amid the office debris—crumpled papers, stray staples, and specks of dust—forming a sticky, pearlescent puddle that stands out starkly against the grimy tiles. Your stomach twists with a mix of dread and humiliation as she fixes you with that obsessive stare, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Get down there, slut," she orders, her voice cold and commanding, laced with that degrading edge she wields so expertly. "Lick up every drop off the dirty floor. Eat my cum like the lowly dog you are, bitch." [[Lick up her cum submissively|DeskCumEatComplyL6]] [[Refuse to eat it|DeskCumEatResistL6]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</switch>> <<elseif $amyDom < 0>> /* Dom route: Tails dominant, escalating control by level */ <<switch $promotionLevel>> <<case 0>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Feeling a surge of confidence amid the routine office tasks, you call out to Amy as she passes by: "I think I'm already doing great work here." She pauses, nodding hesitantly with a slight flush. "We'll see about that," she replies softly. [[Insist firmly on your performance|DeskAssertComplyL0]] [[Apologize for speaking up|DeskAssertResistL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Spotting an inefficiency in her schedule while reviewing documents, you boldly suggest a tweak. Amy listens, agreeing with a noticeable blush creeping across her cheeks. [[Push the suggestion through assertively|DeskSuggestComplyL0]] [[Withdraw the idea politely|DeskSuggestResistL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> As Amy approaches to check on your progress, you look up and say: "You look good today, boss. But remember, I handle things my way." She flusters slightly, averting her eyes. [[Double down on asserting control|DeskComplimentComplyL0]] [[Soften the statement to ease tension|DeskComplimentResistL0]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 1>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> After she makes a decision on a project, you reach out and pat Amy's shoulder firmly. "That was a good decision, Amy," you say with authority. She blushes, glancing away shyly. [[Pat her more assertively|DeskPatComplyL1]] [[Remove your hand quickly|DeskPatResistL1]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Needing a specific file, you turn to Amy and instruct: "Fetch me that file, please." It's a test of her growing submissiveness, and she hesitates briefly. [[Demand she hurries with it|DeskFetchComplyL1]] [[Say never mind and retract|DeskFetchResistL1]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> In a light moment, you tease Amy: "You'd look even cuter in something frillier, don't you think?" She giggles shyly, her cheeks turning pink. [[Tease her further playfully|DeskTeaseComplyL1]] [[Stop the teasing immediately|DeskTeaseResistL1]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Praising her for a task well done, you lightly pat Amy's ass. "Nice work there, Amy," you comment. She submits with a soft moan, her body relaxing. [[Squeeze her ass firmly|DeskAssPatComplyL2]] [[Apologize for the pat|DeskAssPatResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Wanting to assert more control, you order: "Pose for me, Amy—hips out, just like that." She complies, blushing deeply as she holds the position. [[Make her hold the poses longer|DeskPoseComplyL2]] [[Let her stop posing|DeskPoseResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Feeling tense from work, you demand: "Come here and massage my shoulders, Amy." She approaches hesitantly but begins. [[Demand a full body massage|DeskMassageComplyL2]] [[Say it's okay to stop|DeskMassageResistL2]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Taking the initiative, you squeeze Amy's ass possessively. "You're mine to touch now," you declare confidently. [[Grope her body fully|DeskGropeComplyL3]] [[Release her immediately|DeskGropeResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> To emphasize her submissiveness, you instruct: "Act cute for me, Amy—giggle demurely." She does so, her demeanor shifting. [[Order more submissive acts|DeskActComplyL3]] [[Let her relax now|DeskActResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Guiding her hand to your crotch, you command: "Give me a handjob right now, pet." She begins tentatively. [[Make her stroke faster and harder|DeskHandjobDemandComplyL3]] [[Pull her hand away gently|DeskHandjobDemandResistL3]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 4>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You grope Amy's breasts openly in a bold move. "Good girl, let me feel all of you," you say dominantly. [[Pin her and grope more intensely|DeskBreastGropeComplyL4]] [[Stop the groping|DeskBreastGropeResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Bending her over the desk slightly, you order: "Pose like a slut for me, Amy." [[Spank her while in pose|DeskSlutPoseComplyL4]] [[Let her stand up straight|DeskSlutPoseResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Pushing her down to her knees, you command: "Blow me under the desk, you submissive bitch." [[Force her to deepthroat|DeskOralDemandComplyL4]] [[Let her up from knees|DeskOralDemandResistL4]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 5>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Pinning Amy against the wall in a surge of dominance, you grope her roughly. "Submit to me fully now, Amy," you demand. [[Choke her lightly while groping|DeskPinComplyL5]] [[Release the pin on her|DeskPinResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Ordering her firmly, you say: "Strip naked and beg for my touch, Amy." [[Make her beg on her knees|DeskStripBegComplyL5]] [[Allow her to dress again|DeskStripBegResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Bending her over the desk, you thrust into her hard. "Take my cock like the slut you are," you growl. [[Fuck her even rougher|DeskFuckDemandComplyL5]] [[Pull out and stop|DeskFuckDemandResistL5]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 6>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You fasten a collar around Amy's neck like she's your pet. "Wear this and crawl for me, my obedient slave," you command. [[Make her crawl and serve you|DeskCollarComplyL6]] [[Remove the collar gently|DeskCollarResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Pulling her over your knee, you spank her ass until it's red. "Count each spank and thank me, bitch," you instruct. [[Spank until she cries out|DeskHardSpankComplyL6]] [[Stop the spanking now|DeskHardSpankResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Grabbing her head, you fuck her throat roughly. "Choke on my cock, you worthless toy," you say dominantly. [[Facefuck her deeper|DeskThroatFuckComplyL6]] [[Let her breathe and stop|DeskThroatFuckResistL6]] <<else>> Nothing special happens at your desk right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</switch>> <<else>> Amy approaches your desk with a stack of extra paperwork, placing it down gently. "Get to work on these," she says matter-of-factly. <<silently>> <<set $workProgress += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "randomOfficeEvent">> <<silently>> <<advanceTime>> <<set _eventRoll = Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 1>> <</silently>> <<if $amyDom > 0>> <<switch $promotionLevel>> <<case 0>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You step into Amy's office, the air thick with tension as she paces back and forth like a caged animal, her pink hair swinging wildly with each frustrated step. Her eyes lock onto you the moment you enter, narrowing with irritation. "Those idiots in sales screwed up again! Tails, get over here right now," she snaps, her voice sharp and commanding. Without waiting for a response, she closes the distance, her strong hands reaching out to grab your ass firmly, kneading the soft fur with possessive squeezes that make you tense up. "God, your ass always calms me down. You're so feminine, Tails—perfect for a girl like me to unwind with." [[Allow her to continue grabbing|OfficeAssGrabComplyL0]] [[Step back and pull away|OfficeAssGrabResistL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> Amy watches you closely from across the room, her gaze lingering on every small movement you make, a predatory smile playing on her lips. You flinch slightly under her scrutiny, and she chuckles softly, leaning back in her chair. "You're so cute when you flinch like that, Tails. I love boys who are soft and submissive. You'd make a great wife someday—cooking my meals, cleaning the house, and pleasing me whenever I want." [[Listen submissively without interrupting|OfficeHarassComplyL0]] [[Interrupt her and change the subject|OfficeHarassResistL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 8>> Amy calls you into her office with a curt wave, her expression a mix of stress and expectation as she sits behind her desk, papers scattered everywhere. "Tails, come here and sit on my lap while I work through this mess. It's where you belong, right with me." It's clear from the tension in her face and the way her bulge twitches slightly under her skirt that she's seeking relief from the day's frustrations. [[Sit on her lap as instructed|OfficeTalkComplyL0]] [[Decline politely and stay standing|OfficeTalkResistL0]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 1>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Amy pulls you close without warning, her pink hair brushing against your cheek as she presses her body against yours, her hand guiding yours toward the throbbing bulge in her skirt. "Handjob time, Tails. Stroke it slow at first, then build up the speed—help relieve my anger from this awful day." Her cock pulses eagerly in your grip, hot and insistent. You hate every moment of this degradation. "Why me?" you mutter, but Amy just scoffs. "Because you're my little slut now. If you don't want to do your job, you can always leave." [[Stroke her cock as demanded|OfficeHandjobComplyL1]] [[Pull your hand away firmly|OfficeHandjobResistL1]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> <<elseif _eventRoll <= 8>> You hunch over your desk in the quiet office, typing away at reports with your twin tails swaying lightly behind you, still reeling from the earlier humiliations—Amy's mistreatment is new and jarring, each demand chipping away at your resolve, but you need this job too badly to quit. Footsteps approach from behind, and before you can turn, Amy's hand shoots out, grabbing a firm handful of your ass through the thin fabric of your pants, her fingers digging in possessively as she squeezes hard enough to make you gasp. Her pink hair brushes your shoulder as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear, her other hand resting on your hip to pin you in place. "Such a perky little ass, slut—perfect for grabbing whenever I feel like it," she murmurs with a low chuckle, kneading roughly, her cock pressing against your thigh through her skirt as arousal stirs in her. [[Allow her to keep groping|OfficeAssGrabComplyL1]] [[Twist away and resist|OfficeAssGrabResistL1]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Feeling restless, you decide to stretch your legs and wander toward Amy’s office, hoping maybe to clarify a vague instruction or just escape the monotony of your desk for a moment. Your twin tails swish nervously behind you as you push open her door without knocking, a habit born of familiarity that you instantly regret. She’s seated behind her desk, her pink fur catching the light streaming through the window, quills cascading over her shoulders in a way that’s both regal and intimidating. Her red dress is slightly wrinkled from a long day, but her presence is as commanding as ever. Her emerald eyes snap up to meet yours, narrowing with a flash of irritation at your unannounced entrance, and before you can stammer an apology, she swings her legs up, kicking off her boots with a clatter and propping her bare feet on the desk with a forceful thud, the motion deliberate and aggressive. Her toes wiggle expectantly, the soles glistening with a musky sheen of sweat from her busy day, the scent hitting you faintly even from across the room. She leans back in her chair, her glare sharp and angry, as if your intrusion has personally offended her. With a sharp snap of her fingers that echoes in the small office, she points to her left foot, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Lick them, Tails," she commands, her tone laced with fury and that obsessive edge that makes your stomach twist. "Start with the heel, tongue flat, up to the toes—suck each one clean, you worthless fox, or I’ll boot your ass out of here right now." Her words are venomous, her gaze pinning you in place, daring you to hesitate as she flexes her foot slightly, the sweaty sole catching the light in a way that amplifies your humiliation. Your face burns, a flush of shame spreading through your fur as you freeze in the doorway, your mind reeling. This is a new low—wandering into her office only to be met with this degrading demand, her anger somehow making it worse, as if you’ve personally failed her by existing. But the threat of losing your job, of facing her wrath in ways you can’t predict, propels you forward. You shuffle closer, dropping to your knees beside her desk, your tails curling tightly around your legs in a futile attempt at self-protection. The musky scent grows stronger as you lean in, your nose wrinkling at the pungent odor of her sweat-soaked feet, the tiles cool against your knees as you position yourself beneath her expectant gaze. [[Lick her feet as detailed|OfficeFeetComplyL2]] [[Refuse and pull back|OfficeFeetResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> The office is quieter than usual, the late afternoon lull leaving the hallways nearly deserted, with only the faint hum of a distant copier breaking the silence. You've been slogging through Amy's endless secretarial tasks all day—typing up reports, organizing her calendar, the kind of busywork that feels like a leash around your neck, a far cry from the inventive heroics you're used to. Restless and hoping to clarify a vague note she left on your desk, you wander into her office without knocking, a decision you instantly regret. Amy's seated behind her desk, her pink fur catching the golden light filtering through the blinds, her red dress hugging her curves with that commanding allure. Her emerald eyes snap up as you enter, perking up with a predatory glint that sends a shiver down your spine, her quills swaying as she tilts her head, a smug expression already forming. Before you can stammer an excuse for barging in, she grabs a thick wad of cash from her desk drawer—crisp bills bound tightly together—and stands, sauntering over with a deliberate sway in her hips. Without warning, she slaps the bundle against your cheek with a sharp smack that stings through your fur, the sound echoing in the small office as the bills flutter down to your lap, some catching on your tails. The contact is humiliating, a power play that makes your face burn, your heart racing with a mix of shame and that twisted pull she always ignites in you. "Cash—massage my cock with your feet," she demands coldly, her voice a low, authoritative growl that brooks no argument, laced with that obsessive edge that makes your stomach twist. Hiking up her skirt, she exposes her thick, throbbing length, already hard and pulsing, the sight stark and commanding as she perches on the edge of her desk, legs spread. She nods sharply to the chair across from hers, her pink quills framing that smug, expectant expression as she waits for your compliance. [[Massage her cock with your feet|OfficeMoneyComplyL2]] [[Resist and refuse the money|OfficeMoneyResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> The office is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, the hum of distant activity barely audible through the walls as you make your way to Amy’s office, clutching a stack of reports she demanded you revise by end of day. Your twin tails twitch nervously behind you, a silent reflection of the unease that’s become your constant companion under her escalating control. You’ve been her personal secretary for weeks now, the hero inventor reduced to a paper-pusher, each task a reminder of her dominance. You push open her office door without knocking, hoping to drop off the files and escape quickly, but the sight of her stops you cold. Amy sits behind her desk, looking almost deceptively normal—her pink fur neatly groomed, quills cascading over her shoulders, her red dress hugging her curves as she pores over a spreadsheet with an air of focus. For a fleeting moment, with how cute she looks, head tilted slightly, lips pursed in concentration, you could almost believe she’s just a regular girl, not the obsessive force that’s turned your life upside down. Her emerald eyes snap up as she spots you, a spark of mischief igniting in them, her lips curling into that familiar, predatory smirk. She perks up, leaning back in her chair with a deliberate stretch that accentuates her form, her gaze locking onto you like a hunter sighting prey. Without a word, she hikes up her skirt slightly, the fabric sliding up her thighs to reveal lacy, black panties that cling to her curves, delicate yet provocative. With a swift, unceremonious tug, she yanks them down just enough to expose her musky crotch—her cock and balls bare in the office’s sterile light, the scent hitting you even from a few feet away, a potent mix of her natural musk and a faint floral trace from her perfume. Your heart lurches, a flush of shame creeping up your neck as you realize what’s coming, the reports in your hands suddenly feeling like a flimsy shield. "Sniff it, Tails," she orders sharply, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip, laced with that commanding edge that brooks no defiance. She rises from her chair and steps around the desk, grabbing the back of your head with a firm hand, fingers tangling in your fur as she pulls your muzzle close to her exposed crotch, the heat radiating off her skin. "Bury your nose in there and inhale deeply—like the pathetic slave you are. Make sure I hear those big sniffs, or else." The threat hangs heavy, her tone cold and obsessive, her grip unyielding as she forces your face closer until your nose brushes the coarse fur of her balls, the musky scent overwhelming your senses instantly. You hesitate for a split second, your mind reeling—the genius behind countless gadgets, now reduced to this degrading act in her office, where anyone could walk by and see through the half-open blinds. [[Sniff her crotch submissively|OfficeSniffComplyL2]] [[Resist and turn away|OfficeSniffResistL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> You’ve just managed to enter a few numbers when you decide you can’t take the tension anymore—maybe confronting her directly will clear the air or at least get her to back off for a moment. Gathering the latest report she demanded revisions on, you rise and make your way to her office, pushing open the door without knocking, a small act of defiance born of frustration. Amy’s seated at her desk, looking almost deceptively professional as she scans a document, her quills neatly arranged, her posture poised. But the moment she spots you, her lips curl into that familiar, wicked smirk, and she sets the papers aside, leaning back in her chair with a predatory glint. “Well, well, look who wandered into my den,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she rises and saunters toward you, closing the door behind you with a soft, deliberate click that feels like a trap snapping shut. Before you can explain the report, she’s on you, stepping close enough that her scent—roses laced with a sharper, musky edge—fills your senses. She leans in, her breath hot against your ear, one hand resting possessively on your back, fingers splaying across your spine in a way that makes your fur stand on end. “Look at you, pretending to work like a good little boy,” she murmurs, her voice low and harassing, dripping with false sweetness that barely masks the degradation underneath. Her fingers trace downward, slow and deliberate, each touch sending an involuntary shiver through you, your body betraying you even as your mind screams in protest. “But we both know what you really are, Tails—a pathetic, tail-twitching slut who’d do anything to keep this job. Bet you’re already getting hard just thinking about what I could make you do next, aren’t you? Or are you too busy daydreaming about my cock stretching that tight fox ass of yours?” [[Endure the harassment quietly|OfficeTalkComplyL2]] [[Push back against her words|OfficeTalkResistL2]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Your twin tails twitch restlessly behind you, a silent rebellion against the shame that's become your daily companion, when your phone buzzes sharply on the desk. It's her—Amy—texting with that curt, commanding tone: My office. Now. Don't keep me waiting, slut. The words send a chill down your spine, your cheeks flushing with the familiar mix of dread and that twisted, unwelcome anticipation. You glance around to ensure no one's watching, then rise on unsteady legs, heart pounding as you make your way down the hall, each step feeling like a march toward inevitable degradation. You push open her office door without knocking—by now, you've learned hesitation only makes it worse—and she's there, seated behind her expansive desk like a queen on her throne, her pink fur impeccable under the warm lamp light, quills cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her red dress clings to her curves, but there's a predatory glint in her emerald eyes as she looks you over, her lips curling into a smug smirk that makes your stomach twist. "Close the door," she orders softly, her voice laced with that obsessive authority, gesturing with a manicured finger. "We've got company coming soon, and you're going to make yourself useful." Before you can respond or question her, she stands, sauntering around the desk with deliberate grace, and grabs your wrist, pulling you toward the shadowed space beneath it. "Under here, now," she snaps, her tone brooking no argument as she shoves you down roughly. [[Continue the blowjob submissively|OfficeBJComplyL3]] [[Try to pull away and resist|OfficeBJResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> You're perched at your desk, fingers fumbling over the keys as you finalize a report, your outfit a humiliating concession to Amy's whims: a frilly blouse tucked into a short pleated skirt that rides up with every shift, paired with sheer stockings and low heels that make your twin tails feel all the more exposed. The girly ensemble clings to your slender frame, a constant reminder of how she's reshaped you into her plaything, the once-confident inventor now a blushing secretary in pastel office attire. You've been on edge all morning, hyper-aware of her prowling presence, but nothing prepares you for the moment she storms into your cubicle like a force of nature, her pink fur bristling with irritation, quills swaying sharply as her emerald eyes lock onto you with that obsessive fire. Before you can even stand or stammer a greeting, Amy's hand shoots out, fingers clamping around the collar of your blouse with unyielding force, yanking you up from your chair and pulling you close enough to feel the heat radiating off her red dress. "Not good enough, slut," she growls, her voice low and venomous, laced with that commanding authority that makes your knees weaken. You stumble, heart pounding, as she spins and drops into your own chair with casual dominance, dragging you across her lap in one fluid, humiliating motion. Your skirt bunches awkwardly against your thighs, and with a swift hike of the fabric, she exposes your ass to the cool office air, the thin panties offering no protection as her palm hovers menacingly above. "Time for a spanking," she declares, her tone cold and final, like a goddess pronouncing judgment on a wayward supplicant. [[Submit to the spanking|OfficeSpankComplyL3]] [[Struggle against it|OfficeSpankResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> You're back at your desk, fingers numb from data entry, when her voice booms from her open office door down the hall: "Tails! Get in here—now!" The yell carries, heads turning in the near-empty bullpen, and you flinch, heat flooding your face as you rise on wobbly heels, smoothing your skirt with trembling hands. Colleagues murmur, but you ignore them, hurrying to her domain like a summoned pet, your heart pounding with dread. She’s lounging behind her desk, feet kicked up, a thick stack of cash in her hand —crisp bills fanned out like a taunt. The moment you cross the threshold, she stands with predatory grace, sauntering over and slapping the wad against your face with a sharp, stinging smack that makes the bills scatter across the floor like confetti from hell. The impact jolts you, your cheek smarting as twenties and fifties flutter to your lap and the carpet, the humiliation instant and visceral. "Strip naked and stand in the corner like a good slut," she orders, her voice cold and commanding, laced with that possessive fire as she kicks the door shut behind you, sealing in your fate. "Let me admire my property while I work." Your breath catches, a protest bubbling up—"Amy, please, not here, someone could—" but she cuts you off with a glare that silences you, her hand shooting out to grab your chin, tilting your face up to meet her smug gaze. "Did I ask for your opinion, Tails? No. Strip. Now. Or that cash? It's your severance—out the door before you can blink." [[Strip and stand naked|OfficeNakedComplyL3]] [[Resist and keep your clothes on|OfficeNakedResistL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> A sharp knock on your cubicle partition jolts you, and there she is—Amy, standing with her arms crossed, quills swaying, and a wicked smirk playing on her lips. Without a word, she tosses a tube of lipstick onto your desk, followed by a compact makeup kit that clatters beside it—blush, eyeshadow, mascara, the works. She grabs a small mirror from her bag and sets it in front of you with a deliberate thud, her emerald eyes gleaming with that obsessive, commanding fire. "Apply this makeup, Tails," she orders sharply, her voice low but slicing through the office hum. "Make yourself look like the pretty girl you are inside. Blush, eyeshadow, the works. Do it now, or lose your job." Her tone leaves no room for argument, the threat of unemployment a cold blade against your throat. Your heart lurches, cheeks flushing as shame floods through you. "Amy, please, I—" you start, but she cuts you off with a raised hand, leaning in close enough that her rose-scented perfume invades your senses. "Do I look like I'm asking, slut?" she hisses, her voice dripping with mockery. "You're my pretty little fox—act like it. Paint that face and make it sweet, or you're out on the street by five." [[Apply the makeup submissively|OfficeMakeupComplyL3]] [[Refuse to feminize yourself|OfficeMakeupResistL3]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 4>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> Your twin tails twitch nervously behind you, brushing against the chair as you try to focus on the endless stream of Amy’s secretarial tasks—typing up her meeting notes, sorting emails, each keystroke a reminder of how she’s reduced the genius inventor to her obedient plaything. Her presence has been a constant shadow today, her pink fur and red dress flashing in your peripheral vision as she “checks in” with lingering touches and whispered taunts, keeping you on edge. You’re midway through formatting a spreadsheet when she strides into your cubicle without warning, her quills swaying with purpose, her emerald eyes glinting with that obsessive mix of authority and lust. Before you can react, she grabs your arm, yanking you up from your chair with a strength that belies her petite frame. “Up, slut,” she orders sharply, her voice low but cutting through the office noise like a blade. She spins you around, shoving you face-down over your own desk with a force that scatters pens and papers, your cheek pressing against the cool surface, your tails pinned awkwardly beneath you. The cubicle walls feel flimsier than ever, the distant murmur of coworkers amplifying your panic as she hikes up your skirt without ceremony, exposing your bare ass beneath the thin panties she’s chosen for you. “Bend over properly,” she growls, her tone cold and commanding. “I’m putting this in your ass—wear it all day, and feel it stretching you as a reminder of who owns you.” [[Accept the plug insertion|OfficePlugComplyL4]] [[Resist the intrusion|OfficePlugResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> Amy tosses a slutty dress at you, demanding you change immediately. "Put this on now, Tails—show off that feminine body for your boss." [[Change into the dress|OfficeDressComplyL4]] [[Refuse to wear it|OfficeDressResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> The office is winding down for the day, the usual bustle reduced to a few lingering coworkers packing up their things and the soft whir of the air conditioning. You’re at your desk, still in the humiliating girly attire Amy’s enforced—a tight, pastel blouse that clings to your slender frame, a short pleated skirt that barely covers your thighs, and sheer stockings that make your twin tails feel all the more exposed. The day has been a gauntlet of her harassment: whispered taunts, lingering touches on your shoulder or thigh as she “checked” your work, her emerald eyes glinting with that obsessive mix of authority and lust. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, finalizing one of her endless reports, when her voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. “Tails! My office—now,” she calls from her doorway down the hall, her tone sharp and commanding, drawing a few curious glances from the remaining staff. Your heart lurches, a flush of shame creeping up your neck as you stand, smoothing your skirt with trembling hands. You know better than to keep her waiting—defiance only makes it worse. The walk to her office feels like a march to your doom, heels clicking on the tiles, your tails twitching nervously as you slip through her door. Amy’s already there, leaning against her desk, her pink fur catching the golden light of the setting sun through the blinds, her red dress hugging her curves with that effortless dominance. The moment you cross the threshold, she kicks the door shut behind you, the lock clicking with a finality that seals you in. “Good boy,” she purrs, her voice low and predatory as she saunters over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the center of the room. “Time for a little private meeting, Tails. Strip those panties off and bend over the desk—let’s see that pretty ass.” [[Do as she says|OfficeRimComplyL4]] [[protest|OfficeRimResistL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> Your fingers tremble over the keys, finalizing a report she demanded by noon, when her voice slices through the air like a whip. “Tails! My office—now,” she barks from her doorway, her tone sharp enough to draw a few curious glances from nearby desks. Your heart lurches, a flush of shame creeping up your neck as you stand, smoothing your skirt with shaky hands. You know hesitation only invites worse, so you hurry down the hall, heels clicking nervously on the tiles, your tails twitching in distress. Amy’s waiting inside her office, leaning against her desk with a predatory smirk, her pink fur glowing under the sunlight streaming through the blinds, her red dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The door clicks shut behind you, the lock snapping into place with a finality that makes your stomach twist. Before you can speak, she’s on you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the center of the room, her quills swaying with each purposeful step. “Time for a new accessory, slut,” she purrs, her voice low and dripping with degrading intent as she reaches into a drawer, pulling out a pair of gleaming metal nipple clips—small, vicious things with jagged teeth and a connecting chain that glints menacingly in the light. Your eyes widen, a protest bubbling up—“A-Amy, please, not those, I can’t—” but she silences you with a sharp slap across your cheek, the sting making you flinch as her grip tightens on your wrist. “Shut up, Tails,” she snaps, her eyes blazing with obsessive authority. “You’ll wear what I give you, or I’ll parade you through the office with these clamped on and nothing else.” [[Submit to the nipple torture|OfficeNippleComplyL4]] [[Resist the clamping|OfficeNippleResistL4]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 5>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> The office has settled into that mid-afternoon lull, the distant clatter of keyboards and muffled phone calls creating a false sense of calm as you hunch over your desk, buried in Amy's endless secretarial busywork. Your twin tails twitch nervously behind you, the girly blouse and short skirt she's forced on you clinging uncomfortably to your frame, a constant reminder of her escalating control. You've been on edge all day—her "visits" to your cubicle involving teasing touches and whispered commands that leave you flushed and humiliated—but nothing prepares you for the sharp buzz of your intercom. "Tails, get in here—now," Amy's voice crackles through the speaker, her tone laced with that commanding edge that makes your stomach drop. You hesitate for a split second, heart pounding, but you know better than to delay. Pushing back from your desk, you hurry down the hall, heels clicking awkwardly on the tiles as your skirt swishes with each step. The door to her office is slightly ajar, and as you push it open, the sight inside makes your breath hitch—Amy's already waiting, leaning against her desk with her red dress hiked up, her thick cock out and glistening with lube, hard and ready. Her pink fur catches the fluorescent light, quills framing her face in a deceptively cute way, but her emerald eyes burn with possessive hunger. The door clicks shut behind you, and before you can stammer a word, she's on you, her hands rough and unyielding as she grabs your arms, manhandling you with effortless strength. "A-Amy, wait—" you gasp, trying to twist away, your instincts screaming to scramble back toward the door, but she's too strong, too insistent. [[Submit to the brutal fucking|OfficeManhandleComplyL5]] [[Try to resist her advances|OfficeManhandleResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> Your twin tails droop behind you, twitching occasionally as you type up her latest report, the words blurring on the screen from the constant undercurrent of shame and arousal she's woven into your day. She's been "sweet" all morning—brushing past you with lingering touches, whispering compliments about how "adorable" you look while her hand grazes your ass, her emerald eyes sparkling with that obsessive affection that masks her dominance. You're midway through a sentence when she appears at your cubicle like a vision, a plastic container in her hands, her pink fur glowing under the fluorescent lights, quills cascading over her shoulders as she leans against the partition with a warm smile. Her red dress clings to her curves, the fabric shifting subtly with her movements, and she holds out the container like it's a gift. "Hey, babe," she coos, her voice soft and affectionate, loud enough for nearby colleagues to overhear and think it's just a cute gesture from a caring boss. "I brought you lunch—made it myself. A nice, fresh salad. You work so hard; I thought you'd appreciate something light and tasty." Your stomach twists as you take the container, the lid slightly ajar, revealing a bed of greens—lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers—glistening with a thick, white dressing that's still warm, pooling in viscous strands across the leaves. You know exactly what it is, the musky scent hitting you faintly beneath the veggies, but Amy's eyes lock onto yours with that sweet, innocent gaze. "Go on, open it up and dig in," she encourages, stepping closer to peer over your shoulder, her body pressing lightly against your back. From the outside, it looks endearing—a boss doting on her assistant, maybe even a flirtatious couple sharing a moment—but you feel the subtle grind of her cock against your lower back through her dress, already semi-hard, a silent pressure that makes your cheeks burn. [[Accept the larger plug|OfficePlugComplyL5]] [[Resist the insertion|OfficePlugResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> The intercom buzzes sharply, jolting you upright. "Tails, get in here," Amy's voice crackles through, sweet but edged with that unyielding command that makes your stomach twist. You stand quickly, smoothing your skirt as you hurry down the hall, heels clicking on the tiles, colleagues glancing up curiously but saying nothing—they've grown used to your frequent summons. You push open her door, and she's waiting with a bright, mischievous smile, her pink fur fluffy under the sunlight streaming through the blinds, quills cascading over her shoulders as she packs a beach bag on her desk. Her red dress hugs her curves, but she's already slipping on a cover-up, her emerald eyes lighting up as they rake over you. "Perfect timing, sweetie," she coos, stepping closer to grab your wrist, pulling you inside and shutting the door with her hip. "We're taking the afternoon off—a little beach day, just you and me. Doesn't that sound fun?" Your heart sinks, a flicker of protest rising—"A-Amy, I have work to finish, and I don't have anything to wear—" but she waves it off with a laugh, her grip tightening as she reaches into the bag and tosses a skimpy bikini at you: hot pink top with thin strings, bottoms that are little more than a triangle of fabric, designed to hug and expose. "Oh, don't worry about that. Put this on now, Tails—show off that feminine body of yours. We're leaving in five." [[Comply with dressing|OfficeDressComplyL5]] [[Resist her whims|OfficeDressResistL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> The intercom crackles to life, jolting you upright. "Tails, sweetie, come to my office right now," Amy's voice purrs through the speaker, sweet but laced with that unyielding command that makes your stomach flip. You know better than to delay—protests are futile, she's made that clear time and again—so you stand quickly, smoothing your skirt with trembling hands, heels clicking softly as you hurry down the hall. Colleagues glance up, but you keep your head down, cheeks burning under the makeup she's forced you to wear, the door to her office looming like a gateway to another humiliation. You push it open, and she's waiting behind her desk, her pink fur fluffy and quills perfectly styled, her red dress clinging to her curves as she leans back in her chair with a mischievous smile. The blinds are drawn, casting the room in a dim, intimate glow, her computer screen already lit up with something paused—a video thumbnail showing swirling colors and suggestive text: "Sissy Hypno Training - Become the Girl You Were Meant to Be." Your heart sinks, a weak "A-Amy, what is—" escaping your lips, but she waves it off, standing with graceful dominance and locking the door behind you. "Sit down, Tails," she orders, her voice dripping with faux sweetness as she guides you to her chair, pushing you into it with firm hands on your shoulders. "I've got a little show for you—something to help my pretty girl embrace who she really is." [[Watch the hypnosis.|OfficeMoneyMastComplyL5]] [[Refuse the degradation|OfficeMoneyMastResistL5]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 6>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> The office has that dragging end-of-day slump, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the cubicles as the few remaining colleagues pack up their bags and head out early for the weekend. You're still chained to your desk, fingers numb from typing up Amy's endless revisions to a client presentation, the humiliating girly attire she's enforced clinging to you like a second skin: the tight blouse stretching across your fluff, the short pleated skirt riding up with every fidget in your chair. Your twin tails hang limp behind you, a silent testament to the exhaustion of another day under her thumb—her "loving" touches and whispered commands leaving you flushed and on edge. The clock ticks toward closing time when her voice echoes down the hall, bright and insistent: "Tails! My office—now, darling!" You sigh inwardly, knowing resistance is pointless—she never listens to protests, her will an unbreakable force—so you stand, smoothing your skirt as you make your way to her door, heels clicking softly on the tiles. Colleagues glance up with mild curiosity, but you keep your head down, cheeks burning as you slip inside. Amy's already waiting, her pink fur fluffy and quills perfectly styled, her red dress hugging her curves as she slings a bag over her shoulder, her emerald eyes lighting up with that obsessive delight. The door clicks shut behind you, and she pulls you close, her hands roaming your waist possessively. "Good girl—you're coming home with me tonight," she purrs, her voice a mix of affection and command. "No arguments; I want some quality time with my favorite fox." [[Meekly Protest|OfficeFuckComplyL6]] [[Strongly Protest|OfficeFuckResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> The intercom buzzes sharply, jolting you—Amy's voice crackles through, sweet but edged with command. "Tails, darling, come to my office. I have a surprise for you." You sigh inwardly, knowing protests are futile; she's proven time and again that she won't listen, that resistance only draws out the torment. Swallowing hard, you stand, smoothing your skirt as you make your way down the hall, heels clicking softly on the tiles. Colleagues glance up curiously, but you've learned to keep your head down, cheeks burning under the makeup she made you apply earlier. You push open her door, and she's waiting with that deceptively cute smile, her pink fur fluffy and quills perfectly styled, her red dress hugging her curves as she lounges against her desk. In her hands is a bundle of black latex—straps, harnesses, and what looks like padded restraints—folded neatly but ominous in its intent. The door clicks shut behind you, and she locks it with a casual flick, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with obsessive delight. "Oh, good girl, you came so quick," she coos, stepping closer to unfold the bundle, revealing the suit: a series of latex cuffs and harnesses designed to bind your arms and legs, forcing you onto elbows and knees, with most of your body left naked and exposed. Your stomach twists, a flicker of protest rising—"A-Amy, what is that? I don't think—" but you cut yourself off, knowing she won't listen, that begging only amuses her. She notices your hesitation, her smile widening as she holds up the suit. "This, Tails, is your new outfit for a little game. It's called a bitchsuit—see these cuffs? They'll bind your arms to your chest and your legs bent, so you can only crawl like the pet you are. Your cute little ass and body will be all naked and on display, ready for... whatever I want. It's perfect for training my good girl to remember her place." [[Puit it on|OfficeRimComplyL6]] [[Refuse to wear it|OfficeRimResistL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> The door to your office swings open without a knock, and Amy strides in with her usual confident gait, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Trailing behind her is a massive figure—a large lion man named Leo, his golden mane framing a broad, muscular face, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. His eyes lock onto you immediately, a predatory gleam in them that makes your fur stand on end. Amy flashes you a professional smile, but as she approaches your desk, she leans in close, her voice dropping to a firm, aggressive whisper that only you can hear. "This is Leo, one of our biggest clients," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear, laced with an edge that brooks no argument. "He saw you in the lobby earlier and took a liking to you. If we want to secure this deal—and we do—you're going to have to seduce him. Let him fuck you if that's what he wants. Fail me, and I'll castrate you, then keep you as my little housewife, cooking and cleaning, fucking, and getting molded to my liking while I find someone more useful to work here." Her words sink in like claws, and you feel a chill run down your spine. You hate every syllable, the coercion twisting in your gut, but Amy's threats are no idle bluster, and the power she holds over you is terrifyingly real. [[Seduce the client|OfficeClientComplyL6]] [[Protest loudly|OfficeClientResistL6]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</switch>> <<elseif $amyDom <= 0>> <<switch $promotionLevel>> <<case 0>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You boldly change Amy's schedule without asking. She agrees shyly, her cheeks flushing under your gaze. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> "Fetch coffee for me, Amy—make it hot and quick." [[Order her firmly|OrderCoffeeL0]] [[Soften the request|SoftenCoffeeL0]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 8>> "You look cute today, Amy—almost like you're trying to impress me." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 1>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You pat her ass firmly as she walks by, asserting your growing dominance. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> "Sway your hips for me while you walk, Amy—show off that body." [[Command her directly|CommandSwayL1]] [[Ease into the suggestion|EaseSwayL1]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 8>> "Wear some lipstick for me tomorrow, Amy—it'll make you look even prettier." [[Demand it outright|DemandMakeupL1]] [[Withdraw if she hesitates|WithdrawMakeupL1]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You pat her thigh possessively, feeling her tense under your touch. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 3>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> "Stand pretty for me, Amy—like the eye candy you are." [[Command her to pose|CommandEyeCandyL2]] [[Soften the order|SoftenEyeCandyL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> "Massage my feet now, Amy—kneel and get to work." [[Demand the massage|DemandFootL2]] [[Withdraw if reluctant|WithdrawFootL2]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> "Giggle cutely for me, Amy—let me hear that sweet sound." [[Order her to giggle|OrderGiggleL2]] [[Back off gently|BackOffGiggleL2]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You grope her ass openly, squeezing as she gasps. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 4>> <<set $balance += 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> "Giggle cutely for me, Amy—it makes me happy." [[Order her to do it|OrderGiggleL3]] [[Back off if she resists|BackOffGiggleL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> "Rub my bulge now, Amy—feel how hard you make me." [[Demand the rub|DemandRubL3]] [[Hesitate and pull back|HesitateRubL3]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> "Bend over my desk, Amy—time for a quick spank." [[Command the spanking|CommandSpankL3]] [[Ease off|EaseSpankL3]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 4>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You press your bulge against her back, grinding slightly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> "Bend over for me, Amy—let me see that ass." [[Command her to bend|CommandBendL4]] [[Soften the command|SoftenBendL4]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> "Kneel and service my cock, Amy." [[Demand oral service|DemandOralL4Dom]] [[Withdraw the demand|WithdrawOralL4Dom]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> "Strip down a bit, Amy—show me more skin." [[Command stripping|CommandStripL4]] [[Soften it|SoftenStripL4]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 5>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You pin her to the desk, asserting full control. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 6>> <<set $balance += 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 5>> "Service me deeply, Amy—take it all." [[Command deep service|CommandDeepL5]] [[Ease the command|EaseDeepL5]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 7>> You fuck her over the desk roughly, claiming dominance. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> "Masturbate for me, Amy—show your submission." [[Command self-pleasure|CommandMastL5]] [[Ease off|EaseMastL5]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <<case 6>> <<if _eventRoll <= 3>> You bend Amy over her own desk, fucking her hard to reverse the power dynamic. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 6>> "Kneel and rim me, Amy—use that tongue." [[Command the rimming|CommandRimL6]] [[Back off if hesitant|BackOffRimL6]] <<elseif _eventRoll <= 9>> You invite a colleague to use Amy, turning the tables completely. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Nothing special happens in the office right now. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</switch>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "setSound">> <<set _on = !!$args[0]>> <<set $soundOn = _on>> <<set settings.soundOn = _on>> <<run Save.onSave.add(function (save) { save.settings = settings; })>> <<= '<script> (function(){ var on = ' + (_on ? 'true' : 'false') + '; document.querySelectorAll("video,audio").forEach(function(m){ try{ m.muted = !on; m.volume = on ? 1 : 0; if(on){ m.play().catch(function(){}); } }catch(e){} }); })(); </script>' >> <</widget>> <<widget "videoMP4">> <<set _src = $args[0]>> <<set _w = $args[1] or "100%">> <<set _maxw = $args[2] or "800px">> <<set _autoplay = $args[3] or false>> <<set _loop = $args[4] or false>> <<set _controls = ($args[5] is undefined) ? true : $args[5]>> /* if sound is OFF, force muted so autoplay works; if ON, unmuted is allowed after interaction */ <<set _muted = !$soundOn>> <<set _boolAttr = function(v, name) { return v ? (" " + name) : ""; }>> <<set _style = "display:block;margin:12px auto;border:1px solid #333;border-radius:6px;background:#000;width:" + _w + ";max-width:" + _maxw + ";height:auto;">> <<= '<video' + _boolAttr(_controls, 'controls') + _boolAttr(_autoplay, 'autoplay') + _boolAttr(_loop, 'loop') + _boolAttr(_muted, 'muted') + ' playsinline preload="metadata" style="' + _style + '">' + '<source src="' + _src + '" type="video/mp4">' + 'Sorry, your browser can't play this video.' + '</video>' >> <</widget>> <<widget "dompromotionCheck">> <<if $workProgress >= ($dompromotionLevel + 1) * 10>> <<link "Demand performance review">> <<set $dompromotionLevel += 1>> <<goto `"DomPromotionTo" + $dompromotionLevel`>> <</link>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "promotionCheck">> <<if $workProgress >= ($promotionLevel + 1) * 10>> <<link "Request performance review">> <<set $promotionLevel += 1>> <<goto ` "PromotionTo" + $promotionLevel `>> <</link>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "ComplyPose">> /* Placeholder for expansion later */ You pose as asked, feeling exposed. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <</widget>> <<widget "RefusePose">> <<if $amyDom > 30>> She insists, threatening your job until you comply. [[Continue|ComplyPose]] <<else>> You refuse. She backs off, annoyed. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "HandjobSub">> /* Placeholder */ You reluctantly comply, feeling her hardness. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 5>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <</widget>> <<widget "ResistHandjob">> <<if $amyDom > 50>> "No choice." She forces your hand. [[Continue|HandjobSub]] <<else>> You pull away. She pouts. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "isWearingGirly">> <<set _girly = false>> <<for _slot, _item range $equipped>> <<if _item and setup.clothes[_item].girly>> <<set _girly = true>> <<break>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set $isWearingGirly = _girly>> <<if $requireChastity and $equipped.chastity == null>> Vanilla notices. "Sweetie, you forgot your little cage. Mommy insists." She locks it on you. <<set $equipped.chastity = "chastity">> <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Get punished|Punishment]] <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "domStoryCheck">> <<if $domstoryprogress == 0 and $vanillaDom < -12>> [[Vanilla nervously asks for an allowance|DomStory0]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress == 1 and $vanillaDom < -22>> [[Demand regular handjobs from now on|DomStory1]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress == 2 and $vanillaDom < -32>> [[Demand blowjobs from now on|DomStory2]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress == 3 and $vanillaDom < -42>> [[Demand sex whenever you want|DomStory3]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress == 4 and $vanillaDom < -52>> [[Introduce petplay and heavier kinks|DomStory4]] <<elseif $domstoryprogress == 5 and $vanillaDom < -65>> [[Ask her to marry you|DomStory5]] <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "storyCheck">> <<if $wolfHired and $storyProgress == 0 and $relationship < 40>> [[Discuss spending time with Rex|Story1]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 1 and $momDom and $ntrLevel >= 1 and $relationship < 25>> [[Talk about our roles|Story2]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 2 and $ntrLevel >= 2 and $vanillaDom > 20>> [[Vanilla asks about pet play|Story3]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 3 and $ntrLevel >= 3 and $vanillaDom > 30>> [[Vanilla has a task for you|Story4]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 4 and $ntrLevel >= 4 and $vanillaDom > 40>> [[Question mommy's new rules|Story5]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 5 and $ntrLevel >= 5 and $vanillaDom > 50>> [[Discuss your meals|Story6]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 6 and $ntrLevel >= 6 and $vanillaDom > 60>> [[Talk about special training|Story67]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 7 and $ntrLevel >= 7 and $vanillaDom > 70>> [[Ask about daddy's needs|Story7]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 8 and $ntrLevel >= 8 and $vanillaDom > 80>> [[Inquire about family dynamics slave|Story8]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 9 and $ntrLevel >= 9 and $vanillaDom > 90>> [[Discuss watching|Story9]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 10 and $ntrLevel >= 10 and $vanillaDom > 100>> [[Talk about protection|Story10]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 11 and $ntrLevel >= 11 and $vanillaDom > 110>> [[Ask about bedtime|Story11]] <</if>> <</widget>>

Dominance: $balance Current time: $timeOfDay Energy: $energy Day: $day Money: $money Relationship with Vanilla: $relationship Vanilla's Dom: $vanillaDom Amy's Dom: $amyDom <style> /* Two-per-row, tight cards */ .sidebar-grid { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; gap: 4px; margin-top: 6px; isolation: isolate; /* creates a new stacking context so z-index works predictably */ position: relative; } .sidebar-card { box-sizing: border-box; flex: 0 0 48%; max-width: 48%; border: 1px solid #444; border-radius: 6px; padding: 4px; background: #1c1c1c; text-align: center; line-height: 1.1; position: relative; /* allow child z-index to layer */ overflow: visible; /* let enlarged image overflow the card without clipping */ z-index: 0; /* baseline */ } .sidebar-card:hover { z-index: 1000; /* lift the whole card above neighbors while hovering */ } .sidebar-card span { display: block; font-size: 11px; opacity: .85; margin-bottom: 2px; } /* Image stays within layout (no reflow), only scales on hover and overlays neighbors */ .sidebar-card img { display: block; margin: 0 auto; width: 100%; height: auto; max-width: 88px; border-radius: 4px; border: 1px solid #333; transition: transform .15s ease, box-shadow .15s ease; transform-origin: center center; position: relative; /* enable z-index on the image itself */ z-index: 1; will-change: transform; } .sidebar-card img:hover { transform: scale(1.8); /* enlarge without changing layout */ box-shadow: 0 0 12px rgba(255,255,255,0.35); z-index: 2000; /* ensure the image itself sits above everything nearby */ } </style> <div class="sidebar-grid"> <div class="sidebar-card"> Top <<if $equipped.top>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.top].wearImg + '" alt="Top">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Bottom <<if $equipped.bottom>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.bottom].wearImg + '" alt="Bottom">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Socks <<if $equipped.socks>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.socks].wearImg + '" alt="Socks">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Shoes <<if $equipped.shoes>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.shoes].wearImg + '" alt="Shoes">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Underwear <<if $equipped.underwear>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.underwear].wearImg + '" alt="Underwear">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Bra <<if $equipped.bra>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.bra].wearImg + '" alt="Bra">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Accessory <<if $equipped.accessory>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.accessory].wearImg + '" alt="Accessory">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Lower Accessory <<if $equipped.lower_accessory>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.lower_accessory].wearImg + '" alt="Lower Accessory">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> <div class="sidebar-card"> Chastity <<if $equipped.chastity>> <<= '<img src="' + setup.clothes[$equipped.chastity].wearImg + '" alt="Chastity">' >> <<else>>(none)<</if>> </div> </div>

Sound setting (applies for the rest of the game): Current: <<if $soundOn>>ON<<else>>OFF<</if>> <<link "Sound ON">> <<setSound true>> <<goto "Start">> <</link>>  |  <<link "Sound OFF">> <<setSound false>> <<goto "Start">> <</link>>

<<updateNPCLocations>> You are Tails the Fox, an 18-year-old inventor living in your own cozy home. You've got a stable job at a company that produces all sorts of gadgets and devices, though your role mostly involves handling paperwork and administrative tasks these days. One rainy afternoon, there's a desperate knock at your door. You open it to reveal Vanilla the Rabbit, soaked and tearful. She's older, a motherly figure you've known for years, but now she looks vulnerable. "Tails, please... my husband left me. He took everything—the house, the savings, even Cream is staying with friends for now. I have nowhere else to go. Can I stay with you? Just until I get back on my feet?" <<videoMP4 "video/Vanilla/vanillaplease3.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> Her eyes plead with you, her ears drooping. [[Of course, come in|IntroAccept]]

You step aside, letting Vanilla enter. She hugs you tightly, her soft fur brushing against yours. "Thank you, Tails. You're a lifesaver." She looks around your home, sighing in relief. "It's so nice here. I'll try not to be a burden." You show her to the guest room, and she settles in quickly. From now on, life changes. [[Begin your day|Bedroom]]

<<set $location = "Pool">> <<if $vanillaLocation === "Pool">> <<vanillaImage>> <<poolEvent>> <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/pollbackground.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> Nobody is at the pool. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

<<set $location = "LivingRoom">> <<if $punishmentLevel > 0>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<elseif $energy <= 0>> You're exhausted. You head to bed. <<goto "Sleep">> <<else>> <<hireWolfCheck>> <<if $vanillaLocation === "LivingRoom">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillalivingroomnaked.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillalivingroomrobe.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillalivingroom.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> What do you do? Vanilla is here. [[Approach Vanilla|VanillaInteract]] <<if $wolfHired and $wolfLocation === "LivingRoom">> Rex is here. [[Approach Rex|WolfInteract]] <</if>> [[Handle chores|ChoresOptions]] [[Go to Bedroom|Bedroom]] [[Go to Bathroom|Bathroom]] [[Go to Vanilla's Room|VanillasRoom]] [[Go to Kitchen|Kitchen]] [[Go to Pool|Pool]] <<if $wolfHired>> [[Go to Rex's Room|WolfsRoom]] <</if>> [[Go Outside|Outside]] <<elseif random(1, 100) <= 20>> <<vanillaImage>> <<vanillaChatPrompt>> <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/livingroom.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> What do you do? <<if $wolfHired and $wolfLocation === "LivingRoom">> Rex is here. [[Approach Rex|WolfInteract]] <</if>> [[Handle chores|ChoresOptions]] [[Go to Bedroom|Bedroom]] [[Go to Bathroom|Bathroom]] [[Go to Vanilla's Room|VanillasRoom]] [[Go to Kitchen|Kitchen]] [[Go to Pool|Pool]] <<if $wolfHired>> [[Go to Rex's Room|WolfsRoom]] <</if>> [[Go Outside|Outside]] <</if>> <</if>>

How do you handle the chores? [[Do them yourself|DoChoresSelf]] [[Have Vanilla do them|HaveVanillaDoChores]] <<if $wolfHired>> [[Have Rex do them|HaveRexDoChores]] <</if>>

<<advanceTime>> You decide to handle the chores yourself. <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> <<set $tasksDone = true>> <<set $energy -= 30>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-1). [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

<<advanceTime>> You ask Vanilla to handle the chores. <<if $balance > -10>> Vanilla agrees with a smile. "Of course, Tails." <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $relationship += 2>> <<set $tasksDone = true>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+1). <<else>> Vanilla shakes her head slyly. "Oh, dear, I think you can handle it yourself." You sigh, and her eye twitches. You know you'll be hearing more about this later. You slowly do the chores as she supervises. <<silently>> <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> /* moderate */ <<set $relationship -= 10>> <<set $tasksDone = true>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-2). [[Continue|Punishment]] <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You ask Rex to handle the chores. <<if $balance > -10>> Rex grunts but complies. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> <<set $tasksDone = true>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+1). <<else>> Rex laughs. "You think you can order me around, fox?" <<silently>> <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> /* moderate */ <<set $relationship -= 10>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-2). <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

<<set $location = "Bedroom">> <<= '<img src="images/home/bedroom.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<if $justWokeUp>> You stir awake in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, rubbing your eyes as the familiar scents of home greet you. <<if $paymentDay>> You pay your weekly $200 property taxes. <</if>> <<if $paymentDay and $wolfHired>> <<if $rexWeeklyPay < 200>> The door creaks open, and Vanilla steps in with a gentle smile, her brown, tan, and white fur glowing softly, her large breasts straining against her nightrobe as she carries a small envelope. Rex lingers in the hallway behind her, his black and grey form towering. "Oh, sweetie," she says politely, her voice warm like fresh-baked cookies, "I've been thinking, and Rex has been such a big help around here. I'm giving him a little raise this week—nothing too much, just to show appreciation. It's $<<= $rexWeeklyPay>> now. You understand, don't you?" She hands the envelope to Rex without waiting for your response, her head tilting innocently. <<elseif $rexWeeklyPay < 400>> Vanilla enters without knocking, her curvaceous figure commanding the room, breasts heaving slightly with each step under her loose top. Rex follows closely, his wolfish grin evident. "Listen up, sweetie," she announces, her tone matter-of-fact as she pulls out some cash from the household stash. "Rex's pay is going up again. $<<= $rexWeeklyPay>> now. He's earned it with all he's doing for us—for me, especially. Don't make a fuss about it." She counts the bills into his hand , her eyes lingering on him a moment longer than necessary. <<else>> With a sly chuckle echoing down the hall, Vanilla saunters in boldly, her hips swaying, large breasts bouncing freely in a revealing slip that accentuates her allure. Rex is right beside her, his black and grey fur brushing against hers. "Baby," she says, her voice laced with teasing disdain as she glances at you dismissively, "Rex here is getting a nice fat raise today—because he knows how to handle things I need handled. Its $<<= $rexWeeklyPay>> now." She turns to Rex, fluttering her lashes and pressing close, her hand trailing up his chest flirtatiously. "Isn't that right, big boy? You make everything so much better." Rex smirks, pulling her nearer as you watch, the air thick with their chemistry. <</if>> <<set $paymentDay = false>> <</if>> <<set $justWokeUp = false>> <</if>> You are in your bedroom, with a cozy bed and personal items scattered around. <<if $energy <= 0>> You collapse on the bed. <<goto "Sleep">> <<else>> [[Debug: Max Submissive (-100)|DebugSub]] [[Debug: Max Dominant (100)|DebugDom]] [[Open Wardrobe|Wardrobe]] [[Use Computer|Computer]] [[Go to Living Room|LivingRoom]] [[Rest|Rest]] [[Sleep|Sleep]] <</if>>

<<set $balance = -100>> Balance set to max submissive. [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<set $balance = 100>> Balance set to max dominant. [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<set $location = "Bathroom">> You are in the bathroom, with a sink, shower, and mirror. <<if $vanillaLocation === "Bathroom">> <<= '<img src="images/home/bathroomdoor.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> Vanilla is here, in the shower. [[Knock on the door|BathroomKnock]] <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/bathroom.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> [[Take a shower (recover 10 energy)|Shower]] <</if>> <<if $energy <= 0>> You're too tired. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <<else>> [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You knock on the door. <<if $ntrLevel < 5>> Vanilla calls out, "Just a minute, dear! I'll be out soon." She sends you away politely. [[Back|Bathroom]] <<elseif $ntrLevel >= 5 and $ntrLevel < 10>> You hear rhythmic plapping sounds and soft moans from inside. Vanilla's voice, breathless: "Oh, um, sweetie? Mommy's just... washing up really thoroughly. Go play elsewhere for now." <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> [[Back|Bathroom]] <<elseif $ntrLevel >= 10 and $momDom>> The door opens slightly, steam billowing out from the bathroom like a warm, inviting fog. Vanilla peeks her head out, water droplets tracing lazy paths down her fur, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and authority. She's not alone in there—you can hear the deep rumble of another voice, masculine and commanding, echoing off the tiles. "Come in, sweetie," she coos, her voice sweet but laced with an edge that makes your tails twitch. "Rex wants you to watch. Be a good boy and learn from your daddy." You hesitate for a split second, but her expectant gaze pulls you forward. Stepping inside, the humid air hits you like a wave, and your eyes widen at the sight: Vanilla pressed against the shower wall, her body arched invitingly, while a towering, muscular wolf man—Rex, his fur slick and dark under the cascading water—looms over her. His powerful frame dwarfs hers, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her with raw, dominant force. The sound of their bodies meeting fills the room, wet and rhythmic, Vanilla's soft moans punctuating each powerful stroke. She barely glances your way now, her attention fully on Rex, her hand s clutching at his broad shoulders as she gasps in pleasure. Rex grins down at her, then turns his piercing gaze to you, his voice a low growl that cuts through the steam. "Look at that, Vanilla—your little pup's here to see how a real man handles things. Bet he's never made you feel like this, huh? Tell him how much more you love me, how I fill you up right, make you scream in ways he never could." Vanilla whimpers in agreement, her voice breathy and distant as she clings to him. "Oh, Rex... yes, so much better... he's just too small, too soft..." She trails off into a moan, ignoring you completely as Rex hammers the point home—literally—driving into her harder, making her body shake. They motion for you to sit on the shower floor beneath them, the water pooling around you as you obey, feeling small and exposed. Their combined fluids—her arousal mixed with his—drip down onto you in warm rivulets, marking you, claiming you in this humiliating way. Rex chuckles darkly, his pace unrelenting. "Get used to this view, kid. This is gonna be you soon—right under me, taking what I give." You protest weakly, your voice trembling. "N-no, I don't want—" But Vanilla cuts you off mid-moan, her body jolting with each thrust as she gasps out, "Don't talk back to your daddy, sweetie! Ah—yes, Rex, harder—just be good and watch... Daddy knows best..." <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> [[Back|Bathroom]] <<elseif $ntrLevel >= 15>> The door bursts open with a forceful shove, and before you can react, Rex's massive hand grabs your arm, yanking you into the steamy shower. Water soaks you instantly as he pins you against the slick wall, his muscular frame towering over you, his breath hot and commanding. "Time to join the fun, pup," he growls, wasting no time as he forces you down, positioning you beneath the pounding stream on your hands and knees, the warm water cascading over your fur like a relentless torrent. You squirm and twist, trying to pull away, your twin tails lashing wildly in protest. "N-no! Let me go, this isn't—stop!" But your struggles only seem to excite Rex more, his grip tightening as a low, rumbling chuckle escapes him. "Oh, yeah... keep fighting like that. It just makes you hotter. Makes me want you even more." His voice is thick with lust, his eyes gleaming as he presses his body against yours, his wolf cock—thick, veined, and already throbbing with need—prodding insistently at your entrance. Vanilla watches from the side, her eyes alight with cruel encouragement, water glistening on her curves as she steps closer. "That's it, Rex—show him his place. Such a good little boy, taking it for Daddy." She reaches down, her hand wrapping around your own, smaller penis. She starts to stroke you slowly, teasingly, her touch a mix of affection and control that sends conflicting shivers through you. Rex doesn't hold back, thrusting forward with a powerful surge, his cock stretching you wide as it sinks in deep. You gasp sharply, feeling every inch of him, the ridged length pressing right against your prostate with each brutal movement, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure radiating through your body. "Fuck, you're tight," Rex groans, his hips slamming against you rhythmically, the water splashing around you both. "Useless as a partner for her, but damn, Tails... I might even like you more than Vanilla. This ass of yours? It's perfect for me." Vanilla's ears perk up at that, but she just laughs softly, her strokes on you picking up pace. "Isn't that great, sweetie? Daddy loves you so much. It's like our happy little family now—you, me, and Rex, all together." Her voice is sweet, almost maternal, but there's that underlying edge that makes your heart race with fear. She leans in closer, whispering amid Rex's pounding thrusts. "You'll be with us for the rest of your life, Tails. Even if Mommy leaves someday... you can still make Rex happy, right? Keep him satisfied all on your own." The hint of her leaving hits you like a punch, fear spiking through the haze of sensation, making you struggle harder against Rex's hold. "W-wait, leave? Vanilla, no, please—" But Rex just laughs, thrusting deeper, his knot starting to swell at the base as he grinds against your prostate relentlessly, each hit making your body betray you with waves of building ecstasy. "Shh, don't worry about that," Vanilla coos, her hand working you faster now. "Just focus on how good Daddy feels inside you. See? You're getting so hard from it." Rex's pace intensifies, his cock pulsing as he nears his peak, the knot pushing insistently at your entrance until, with a final, forceful shove, it pops inside, locking him in place. He roars in pleasure, cumming deep within you, hot spurts filling you as his knot swells fully, tying you to him. At the same moment, Vanilla's expert strokes push you over the edge, your own release spilling out under her touch—but she murmurs triumphantly, "Look at that... you came so hard from Rex fucking you, didn't you? Such a perfect fit for Daddy's cock." <<set $balance -= 5>> <<set $relationship -= 10>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 2>> [[Recover|Bathroom]] <<elseif $balance > 20>> Vanilla opens the door with a smile. "Come join me, Tails." You shower together intimately. <<set $relationship += 5>> [[Back|Bathroom]] <<else>> Vanilla: "Not now, dear. Run along." [[Back|Bathroom]] <</if>>

<<set $location = "VanillasRoom">> You are in Vanilla's guest room, neatly arranged with her belongings. <<if $vanillaLocation === "VanillasRoom">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillasroomrobe.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillabedroomnaked.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillainroom.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> Vanilla is here. [[Approach Vanilla|VanillaInteract]] <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillasroom.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> <<if $energy <= 0>> You leave quietly. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <<else>> [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

<<set $location = "Kitchen">> <<if $vanillaLocation === "Kitchen">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillakitchenrobe.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillakitchenroomnaked2.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/vanillakitchen.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> Vanilla is here. [[Approach Vanilla|VanillaInteract]] <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/home/kitchen.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> You are in the kitchen, filled with appliances and the scent of food. <</if>> <<if $wolfHired and $wolfLocation === "Kitchen">> Rex is here. [[Approach Rex|WolfInteract]] <</if>> <<if $energy <= 0>> You're exhausted. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <<else>> [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

<<set $location = "Outside">> <<if $timeOfDay== "night">> <<= '<img src="images/home/housenight.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> You step outside the house, into the fresh air. <<if $vanillaLocation === "Outside">> Vanilla is here. [[Approach Vanilla|VanillaInteract]] <</if>> <<if $wolfHired and $wolfLocation === "Outside">> Rex is here, doing yard work. [[Approach Rex|WolfInteract]] <</if>> <<if $energy <= 0>> You head back in. [[Back inside|LivingRoom]] <<else>> <<if $timeOfDay !== "night">> <<= '<img src="images/home/houseday.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> [[Go to work|Work]] [[Go to shop|Shop]] <</if>> [[Back inside|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

<<set $location = "WolfsRoom">> You are in Rex's room, simple and utilitarian. <<if $wolfLocation === "WolfsRoom">> Rex is here. [[Approach Rex|WolfInteract]] <</if>> <<if $energy <= 0>> You leave. [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <<else>> [[Back to Living Room|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You open your wardrobe, seeing your clothes. <<if $feminizationLevel > 5>>There are some frilly items mixed in, making you blush. <</if>> <style> .wardrobe-grid { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; gap: 8px; margin-top: 8px; } .wardrobe-card { box-sizing: border-box; flex: 0 0 48%; max-width: 48%; border: 1px solid #444; border-radius: 6px; padding: 6px; background: #1c1c1c; color: #ddd; text-align: center; line-height: 1.1; position: relative; overflow: visible; } .wardrobe-card img { display: block; margin: 4px auto 6px auto; width: 100%; height: auto; max-width: 100px; border-radius: 4px; border: 1px solid #333; transition: transform 0.15s ease, box-shadow 0.15s ease; transform-origin: center center; } .wardrobe-card img:hover { transform: scale(1.4); box-shadow: 0 0 10px rgba(255,255,255,0.35); z-index: 10; } .wardrobe-title { font-weight: bold; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 4px; font-size: 14px; } .wardrobe-slot { font-size: 11px; opacity: 0.85; } .wardrobe-buttons { margin-top: 6px; } .wardrobe-buttons a { color: #aaf; text-decoration: none; font-size: 13px; margin: 0 4px; } .wardrobe-buttons a:hover { text-decoration: underline; } </style> <div class="wardrobe-grid"> <<for _key range $inventory>> <<set _info = setup.clothes[_key]>> <<if !_info>><<continue>><</if>> <div class="wardrobe-card"> <<= '<img src="' + _info.shopImg + '" alt="' + _info.name + '">' >> <div class="wardrobe-title"><<= _info.name >></div> <div class="wardrobe-slot">Slot: <<= _info.slot >></div> <div class="wardrobe-buttons"> <<capture _key _info>> <<link "Wear">><<equip _key>><<goto "Wardrobe">><</link>> <<if _info.slot !== "full_outfit">> <<link "Unequip">><<unequipSlot _info.slot>><<goto "Wardrobe">><</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> [[Back to Bedroom|Bedroom]]

Choose top to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "top">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip top _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose bottom to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "bottom">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip bottom _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose socks to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "socks">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip socks _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose shoes to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "shoes">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip shoes _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose underwear to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "underwear">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip underwear _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose bra to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "bra">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip bra _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose accessory to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "accessory">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip accessory _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

Choose chastity to equip: <<for _item range $inventory>> <<if setup.clothes[_item].slot === "chastity">> [[Equip <<= setup.clothes[_item].name >>|DoEquip chastity _item]] <</if>> <</for>> [[Back|Wardrobe]]

<<set $equipped[arguments[0]] = arguments[1]>> Equipped <<print setup.clothes[arguments[1]].name>> to <<print arguments[0]>>. [[Back|Wardrobe]]

<<= '<img src="images/home/store.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> Welcome to the clothing shop. Money: <<= $money >> • Feminization Level: <<= $feminizationLevel >> <div style="display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap;gap:16px;align-items:stretch;"> <<shopItem "Skirt" "skirt" 40 "images/clothes/skirt.png" 1 "BuySkirt">> <<shopItem "Striped Stockings" "striped_stockings" 30 "images/clothes/stripedstockings.jpg" 5 "BuyStripedStockings">> <<shopItem "Stockings" "stockings" 20 "images/clothes/stockings.png" 0 "BuyStockings">> <<shopItem "Heels" "heels" 60 "images/clothes/heels.png" 3 "BuyHeels">> <<shopItem "Panties" "panties" 30 "images/clothes/stripedpanties.jpg" 2 "BuyPanties">> <<shopItem "Bra" "bra" 40 "images/clothes/stripedbra.jpg" 4 "BuyBra">> <<shopItem "Choker" "choker" 50 "images/clothes/choker.png" 1 "BuyChoker">> <<shopItem "Dress" "blackdress" 50 "images/clothes/blackdress.png" 6 "BuyDress">> <<shopItem "Full Maid Dress" "full_maid_dress" 80 "images/clothes/maid.png" 10 "BuyFullMaidDress">> <<shopItem "Blouse" "blouse" 35 "images/clothes/blouse.png" 3 "BuyBlouse">> <<shopItem "Shorts" "shorts" 25 "images/clothes/shortsrip.png" 0 "BuyShorts">> <<shopItem "Chastity Cage" "chastity" 100 "images/clothes/chastitycage.png" 11 "BuyChastity">> </div> [[Back|Outside]]

<<set _item = arguments[0]>> <<set _cost = arguments[1]>> <<if $money >= _cost>> <<set $inventory.push(_item)>> <<set $money -= _cost>> Bought <<print setup.clothes[_item].name>>. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

You sit at your computer. [[Back to Bedroom|Bedroom]]

You take a refreshing shower. <<silently>> <<set $energy = Math.min($energy + 10, 100)>> <</silently>> Your energy increases (+10). [[Back to Bathroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

The next day, someone arrives at the door. He's a tall, muscular wolf with a gruff demeanor. Vanilla introduces him with a flush on her cheeks, standing unusually close to him. "Tails, this is Rex. He's been... helping me feel better lately, you know, since my husband left. I thought he could move in as our housekeeper to handle the... heavy stuff. We're paying him $<<= $rexWeeklyPay>> weekly." <<videoMP4 "video/rex/especiallyvanilla2.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> Rex smirks, his hand lingering on Vanilla's waist as he says, "Yeah, I'll take real good care of things around here, especially Vanilla." She giggles softly, leaning into him. <<silently>> <<set $wolfHired = true>> <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

<<set $energy -= 10>> <<isWearingGirly>> <<if $requireGirly and not $isWearingGirly>> Vanilla frowns. "Sweetie, you know the rules. You have to wear something pretty for Rex... And me of course. " <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Get punished|Punishment]] <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "">> <<if $vanillaLocation === "Kitchen">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vankit3.png">> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillakitchenroomnaked.png">> <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillakitchen2.png">> <</if>> <<elseif $vanillaLocation === "LivingRoom">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanliv3.png">> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillalivingroomnaked2.png">> <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillalivingroom2.png">> <</if>> <<elseif $vanillaLocation === "VanillasRoom">> <<if $vanillaOutfit === "robe">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanbed3.png">> <<elseif $vanillaOutfit === "naked">> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillabedroomnaked2.png">> <<else>> <<set _vanillaImage = "images/home/vanillabedroom2.png">> <</if>> <<vanillaGreeting>> <</if>> <<if _vanillaImage !== "">> <<= '<img src="' + _vanillaImage + '" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <</if>> <<if $wolfHired and $vanillaDom > 20 and $relationship < 40 and !$momDom>> [[Ask Vanilla to be your girlfriend|AskGirlfriend]] <</if>> <<storyCheck>> <<domStoryCheck>> <<if $timeOfDay === "morning" or $timeOfDay === "mid_morning">> [[Start chatting|VanillaChatMorning]] [[Ask how she's feeling today|VanillaMorningEvent]] <<elseif $timeOfDay === "afternoon" or $timeOfDay === "mid_afternoon">> [[Start chatting|VanillaChatAfternoon]] [[Offer help with something|VanillaAfternoonEvent]] <<elseif $timeOfDay === "evening">> [[Start chatting|VanillaChatEvening]] <<else>> [[Tuck her in|VanillaNightEvent]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<set $energy -= 10>> <<wolfGreeting>> <<if $timeOfDay === "morning" or $timeOfDay === "mid_morning">> [[Chat gruffly|WolfChat]] [[Confront him|WolfMorningEvent]] <<elseif $timeOfDay === "afternoon" or $timeOfDay === "mid_afternoon">> [[Chat briefly|WolfChat]] [[Help him|WolfAfternoonEvent]] <<elseif $timeOfDay === "evening">> [[Chat casually|WolfChat]] [[Serve him|WolfEveningEvent]] <<else>> [[Chat late|WolfChat]] <</if>> [[Leave|Bedroom]]

<<vanillaImage>> <<vanillaHomeEvent>>

You muster up all your nerve, heart pounding, and finally blurt it out to Vanilla. "Would you... would you be my girlfriend?" She tilts her head, her eyes softening with a mix of sympathy and something almost maternal, like she's looking at a lost little puppy. "Oh, honey, that's so sweet of you to ask. But no, I'm afraid not. You're just too small, too soft, too... delicate for that kind of role. I prefer big, strong men who know how to take charge, to really handle things the way they should be handled." She pauses, her voice dropping to a gentle, coaxing whisper as she steps a little closer, her hand brushing your cheek in a way that's both comforting and commanding. "But listen, sweetie... what if I could be something even better for you? What if I became something like... your mommy instead? I'd take such good care of you, guide you every step of the way, teach you your proper place in this world. We'd have our special little moments, just you and me. Mommy would help you with all those pent-up urges of yours, make sure you get to spurt and feel that sweet release... but only on my terms, of course. Only when and how I say it's okay. Mommy has some very strong, capable friends who might appreciate a helpful, obedient boy like you to... assist them now and then." Her smile widens, warm yet laced with a teasing edge, as if she's already picturing it all. She leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Doesn't that sound nice? No more worries about trying to be something you're not. Mommy will make sure you're satisfied, but remember, sweetie... only as I say. That's just how it is for boys like you. So, what do you say? Will you let mommy take over and show you how things should really be?" <<set $momDom = true>> <<set $ntrLevel += 5>> [[Accept mommy's offer|AcceptMommy]] [[Reject the idea|RejectMommy]]

You hesitate, your twin tails twitching nervously behind you as you process her words. Your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and that strange, fluttering warmth her touch always ignites. Having her as your... mommy? It sounds so wrong, so twisted, but the way she says it makes it feel almost safe, like she's offering you a cozy little spot in her world, where you don't have to fight or prove anything. Your mind races—part of you wants to run, but another part, the one that's always felt a bit lost and small next to everyone else, whispers that maybe this is what you need. Someone to guide you, to handle the hard stuff. Swallowing hard, you nod slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "O-okay... Yeah, you... you can be my mommy, Vanilla. I-If you want." Vanilla's eyes light up like she's just unwrapped the perfect gift, her ears perking up as a delighted squeal escapes her lips. "Oh, my sweet little Tails! You have no idea how excited Mommy is right now. This is going to be so wonderful for us—for you especially. I've been waiting for a precious boy like you to come along and let me show him the way." She claps her hands together once, her excitement bubbling over as she pulls you into a tight, enveloping hug, her soft fur pressing against you in a way that makes your heart skip. "We're going to have so much fun together. Mommy's going to mold you into something even better, something that fits just right in her life. It'll hurt a little sometimes, you know—my love isn't always soft and easy. It stings and pushes, but that's what makes you grow, sweetie. It'll make you so much stronger, so much more... useful. Trust me, by the time we're done, you'll thank me for every ache and every lesson." Before you can respond, she cups your face in her hands, her touch firm yet tender, and leans in. Her lips meet yours in a deep, swirling tongue kiss that sends sparks through your body, her tongue exploring with a confident, almost possessive hunger. It's overwhelming, making your knees weak as a haze clouds your thoughts—everything feels warm, fuzzy, like you're floating in her world now, safe and adored under her control. She pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, her voice a sultry purr laced with that same teasing edge. "See? Mommy knows exactly what you need. And don't worry, I'll introduce you to all sorts of new experiences that'll keep you on your toes. You'll be my perfect little helper, always ready to please. Just let go, Tails... Mommy's got you now." <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $relationship -= 4>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

You shake your head, rejecting the idea. Vanilla frowns slightly. "You'll come around, sweetie. But for now..." <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Continue|Punishment]] [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<vanillaImage>> <<randomHomeEvent>>

You respond assertively. Vanilla nods, impressed by your confidence. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 2>> <<set $relationship += 2>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+2). [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

"Um, r-right." Vanilla smiles, and talks about how useful rex is around the house. <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 4>> /* proportional to -2 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-2). You feel more submissive as she guides you. <<if $wolfHired and Math.random() > 0.5>> Vanilla's eyes drift, perhaps daydreaming about Rex's strength. <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You feel that she's being a bit unfair. "W-well I can make you feel special too, if you let me." You say Vanilla smiles slyly. "Silly boy. That's cute. maybe I can spend a bit more time with you today." <<set $balance += 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You push down the desire to protest. "Yes, mommy. A-as long as he makes you happy." She pats your head. "Good boy. Now, mommy has to go find Rex for some... private time. Be good." <<set $momDom = true>> <<set $balance -= 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

Your cheeks flush hot under your fur, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you—embarrassment, a strange thrill, and that ever-present pull to please her. You've always been the clever inventor, the one fixing gadgets and flying planes, but around Vanilla, you feel smaller, more pliable, like putty in her hands. The idea of dressing up like that, feminine and exposed, sends a shiver down your spine, but her smile is so encouraging, so insistent. How can you say no? Swallowing your hesitation, you nod slowly, your voice soft and tentative. "O-okay, Vanilla... I mean, Mommy. If it'll make you happy, I'll... I'll wear the girly clothes." Her face lights up instantly, ears perking as she claps her hands together in delight, rising from the bed with graceful energy. "That's my good boy! Oh, Tails, you're going to look absolutely adorable. Come on, let's get you all dolled up right now—no time like the present." She guides you to her wardrobe, pulling out a selection of items she's clearly prepared in advance: a soft pink blouse with ruffles, a short pleated skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, sheer stockings that hug the legs just right, and even a pair of delicate panties underneath. Her hands are gentle but firm as she helps you change, adjusting the fabric here and there, her touch lingering just long enough to make your heart race. As you stand in front of the mirror, transformed—your usual boyish look softened into something cute and vulnerable, the skirt swishing with every nervous shift of your hips—Vanilla steps back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied purr. "Perfect. Just look at you... so pretty. Rex is going to love this when he gets here. And remember, sweetie, this is all part of Mommy taking care of you. It might feel a little strange at first, but it'll help you fit right in with our little arrangement. Now, be a good pet and twirl for me—show Mommy how excited you are to get pretty for Daddy." <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

She punishes mildly. <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you force a small nod, your voice coming out hesitant and soft, barely above a whisper. "Y-yeah... I guess you're right, Vanilla. Rex does seem... perfect for that. If it makes you happy." Her eyes light up at your words, that maternal delight blooming across her face as she reaches over to pat your knee, her touch lingering just a second too long, sending a familiar warmth through you. "That's my good boy. See? You're learning already. Mommy knows best, and with Daddy around, everything's going to be just wonderful. You'll see how much better life gets when you let the strong ones lead." She leans back again, satisfied, her hand still propped thoughtfully as if plotting the next step in this twisted little family dynamic she's weaving around you. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You protest. She ignores, aroused by idea. <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You ask how she's feeling today. She sighs. "Still adjusting, but being here helps." <<set $relationship += 2>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

You offer to help with laundry or something. <<if $balance > 0>> "Oh Tails, of course!" She follows your lead as you assist her. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+1). <<else>> "Oh Tails, of course! Here, help me with the whites." She directs you. <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> /* proportional to -1 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-1). <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

Vanilla stretches her legs out languidly on the couch, propping her soft feet up on the coffee table with a contented sigh, her toes curling and uncurling in the air as if testing the freedom of the moment. The late afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her soles, highlighting the smooth, pink pads and the gentle arch of her feet, still slightly dusty from the day's errands. She glances at you with that sly, knowing smile, her expression a perfect blend of innocence and subtle command, as if she's already anticipating your compliance. "My feet ache from running all those errands today," she says, her voice soft and inviting, laced with just enough vulnerability to draw you in. "Would you mind rubbing them for me, Tails? It would feel so nice." [[Yes, comply|FootRubYes]] [[No|FootRubNo]]

You hesitate, feeling a flush creep up your neck as you stand there, your twin tails twitching behind you in uncertainty. The request feels too intimate, too submissive, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, mumbling, "Vanilla, I... I don't know if that's really my thing. Maybe you could just soak them or something?" Your protest hangs in the air, weak and tentative, but she doesn't push hard—instead, she tilts her head slightly, her eyes softening with that motherly kindness that always seems to undercut your resistance, her feet wiggling a bit on the table as if to beckon you closer. "Oh, come on, sweetie," she coos, her tone gentle but insistent, patting the floor in front of her with an encouraging nod. "It's just a little rub—nothing big. You'll make Mommy feel so much better." The words wrap around you like a warm blanket, subtly pulling you toward obedience without force, and despite the knot in your stomach, you find yourself giving in, kneeling down before her on the soft rug, your hands hovering uncertainly as you reach for her feet. Her soles are warm under your palms as you gently take one foot in your hands, your fingers pressing into the arch with tentative pressure, kneading the tense muscles there. Vanilla lets out a soft moan of relief, her eyes half-closing as she sinks back into the couch, her body relaxing in the moment, the sound vibrating through you like an unintended invitation. "That's perfect, Tails," she murmurs, her voice breathy and content, her toes flexing slightly under your touch. "You look so good down there, taking care of me like this." The praise washes over you, mingled with that sly undertone, making your cheeks burn hotter as you continue the massage, your thumbs circling the ball of her foot, feeling the soft, smooth skin yield beneath your pressure. As your hands work, lewd thoughts creep unbidden into your mind, staying in the moment despite your efforts to push them away—the way her feet feel so warm and pliant, imagining leaning in to lick along the arch, tasting the faint saltiness from her day's activities, or rubbing your hardening penis against the sole, the friction hot and forbidden. You hate the way the ideas heat your blood, your gaze fixed on her feet as you massage. //I... guess this isn't that bad.// Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of those lingering touches and her contented sighs, Vanilla stretches again, pulling her feet back with a gentle tug. "That's enough for now, sweetie," she says, her eyes opening fully to meet yours, that sly smile returning as she sits up. "You did such a good job—I feel so much better." <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> /* proportional to -1, changed from +3 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-1). <<if $wolfHired and $wolfLocation === $vanillaLocation>> Rex lounges nearby on the armchair with that smug, predatory smirk etched across his wolfish muzzle. His black and grey fur ripples slightly as he shifts, crossing one ankle over his knee, his large hand s dangling in the air—broad soles with rough pads, toes flexing lazily. "Hey, fox boy," Rex rumbles, his voice gruff and short, his eyes locking onto yours with a challenging glint, "mine could use some attention too. Get over here." The words hit you like a punch, your face heating up as you stammer, "W-wait, Rex, I don't think that's... I mean, it's not the same—" Your voice trails off weakly, the idea of kneeling before him, rubbing his feet like you did for Vanilla, feels too intimate, too demeaning, especially with her watching. Vanilla tilts her head slyly, her large breasts shifting with the motion as she leans back on the couch, her long purple dress pooling around her as she crosses her legs, her own soft feet tucked beneath her. She bats her eyes innocently, but there's a mocking lilt to her smile, a sly undertone in her voice. "Oh? Is that strange, Tails?" she asks, glancing at Rex with a lingering look that makes your ears flick. "Maybe I shouldn't let you do mine anymore if it's not normal... After all, Rex is so helpful around here—strong and reliable. It'd be a shame if he didn't get the same care, wouldn't it? Come on, sweetie, be a good boy and help Daddy Rex out too." <<if $balance < 0>> Your will falters under her gaze. You can't refuse. [[Rub Rex's feet|RubWolfFeet]] <<else>> [[Protest and refuse|RefuseWolf]] [[Give in anyway|RubWolfFeet]] <</if>> <<else>> [[Done|Bedroom]] <</if>> <<advanceTime>>

You shake your head. "Not right now." <<if $vanillaDom > - $balance>> Vanilla's expression hardens. "I think you will, dear." Her tone brooks no argument. [[continue|FootRubYes]] <<else>> She nods, but looks a bit disappointed. <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <</if>>

Her words wrap around you like a gentle coax, backhanded with praise for Rex, implying he's the one who deserves the attention, her sly coo making your resistance crumble under the fear of losing even that small connection with her. You hesitate one last time, but give in, kneeling down before Rex with a burning face, your hands reaching out tentatively to take one of his large feet. The sole is rough and warm under your palms, his toes curling slightly as you start massaging, kneading the arch with reluctant pressure. Rex smirks down at you, his muscular frame relaxing back into the chair, his short replies gruff as he grunts, "Deeper, fox." His eyes flick to Vanilla, a shared look passing between them that you miss in your embarrassment, his smug satisfaction growing with each rub. Vanilla watches from the couch, her eyes half-lidded as she coos softly, "Oh, Tails, you're doing such a good job—look how happy you're making Daddy Rex. That's my sweet boy, always so helpful." Her voice is kind, but there's that mocking undertone, her flush deepening as she shifts, her large breasts rising with a deep breath, cooing at you like you're performing a cute trick. <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 3>> <<set $relationship -= 6>> /* proportional to -3 */ <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-3). [[Done|Bedroom]]

You stand your ground. "No, I'm not doing that." Rex shrugs, but Vanilla pouts slightly. "Suit yourself." <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+1). [[Done|Bedroom]]

<<if $balance > 10>> You tuck her into bed, brushing her ear gently. She blushes. "Thank you, Tails. You're so kind." <<silently>> <<set $relationship += 5>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <</silently>> <<else>> You approach her bed, but hesitate, feeling unsure. You back away quietly instead. <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

You exchange gruff words. He smirks. "Vanilla's got you wrapped around her finger, huh?" <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

<<if $balance > 10>> You step up to him firmly. "You're overstepping your bounds here, Rex." He grunts and backs down a bit, avoiding your gaze. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+1). <<else>> You open your mouth to confront him, but the words catch in your throat. You turn away instead. <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

You offer to help. He hands you the heavy tools with a grin. "Sure, fox. Get to work on the grunt stuff." <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $relationship -= 4>> /* proportional to -2 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-2). [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]]

<<if $storyProgress = 5>> He beckons you over. "Come here, fox. Vanilla mentioned you might help relieve my tension." His voice is low and commanding. Vanilla peeks in from the doorway, smiling encouragingly. "Go on, sweetie. It's perfectly fine." [[Comply|WolfComply]] [[Try to refuse|WolfRefuse]] <<else>> You chat briefly, but he seems disinterested. <</if>>

You approach hesitantly. He pulls you closer, his hand s firm. "That's a good boy." Vanilla nods approvingly from the side. <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 2>> <<set $relationship -= 10>> /* proportional to -5, adjusted from -15 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-5). [[Done|Bedroom]]

<<if $balance > 5>> You pull back sharply. "No, I'm not doing that." He grunts in annoyance but lets it drop. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+1). <<else>> You try to pull away, but his grip tightens slightly, and Vanilla's encouraging look makes you falter. You give in. [[continue|WolfComply]] <</if>> [[Done|Bedroom]]

You announce some new house rules, like set meal times. <<if $vanillaDom <= $balance>> Vanilla nods obediently, her eyes soft. "Yes, Tails. That sounds good." <<silently>> <<set $balance += 3>> <<set $relationship += 5>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant (+3). <<else>> Vanilla tilts her head, then smiles. "Actually, dear, let's adjust that a bit." She turns the rules around to suit her. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <</if>> <<set $energy -= 20>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You tackle the daily chores—sweeping, washing dishes, preparing a simple meal. <<silently>> <<set $tasksDone = true>> <<set $energy -= 30>> <</silently>> <<if $wolfHired>> Rex pitches in, but not without making snide comments under his breath. "Pathetic, fox." <<silently>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> /* proportional to -1 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-1). <</if>> [[Back to bedroom|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

<<if $energy < 40>> You don't have enough energy for a full day at work today. [[Back outside|Outside]] <<else>> <<silently>> <<set $energy -= 40>> <</silently>> <<advanceTime>> You arrive at the company for work. <<if !$fired>> <<goto "FiringScene">> <<else>> <<goto "SecretaryDesk">> <</if>> <</if>>

You sink into a chair, closing your eyes for a short break. The tension eases a little. <<silently>> <<set $energy = Math.min($energy + 20, 100)>> <</silently>> Your energy increases (+20). [[Back|Bedroom]] <<advanceTime>>

You enter the living room to find Vanilla adjusting her dress, a few white droplets on her cheek. She wipes them quickly, smiling sweetly. "Oh, Tails! Rex and I were just... discussing chores." Rex smirks from the couch, zipping up his pants. "Yeah, kid. Important stuff." "What was that on your face?" you ask, confused. Vanilla giggles softly. "Just some cream from lunch, sweetie. Nothing to worry about." Suddenly, Rex stands, grabbing her wrist playfully. "Come on, Vanilla, we got more 'chores' upstairs." She blushes, following eagerly. "Be good, Tails! I'll be back soon." [[Let them go|NTRSignComply]] [[Confront them|NTRSignResist]]

You nod and let them leave, feeling uneasy but saying nothing. <set $vanillaDom +=1>> <<set $relationship -=2>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 10>> You try to question further, but Vanilla shushes you sweetly. "Not now, dear. Mommy has things to do." Rex drags her off. [[Continue|NTRSignComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<else>> You insist, "Wait, that doesn't make sense." They and Rex makes an excuse to leave. <<silently>> <<set $vanillaDom -=1>> <<set $relationship +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

Vanilla approaches you in the cozy living room of your home, her footsteps light and purposeful on the wooden floor, carrying a bundle of frilly fabric in her arms like a treasured gift. Her tan and orange fur catches the soft afternoon light, her large breasts bouncing slightly with each step beneath her red vest, her blue ascot tied neatly at her neck. She stops in front of you, her ears perking up as she unfolds the outfit—a lacy pink dress with ruffles and a short hem, complete with matching stockings and a bow for your hair. "Sweetie, try this on," she demands, her voice kind and maternal, though laced with that sly, insistent edge, holding it out to you expectantly. You feel a flush creep up your cheeks, your twin tails curling behind you in discomfort as you take a step back. "Why do I have to keep wearing these strange outfits?" you protest weakly, your voice barely above a whisper, glancing at the frills with a mix of embarrassment and reluctance. Vanilla tilts her head, her smile widening with that mocking sweetness, her eyes sparkling as she steps closer, her large breasts heaving slightly with a soft chuckle. "Because, dear, you're not like other boys," she explains, her tone gentle but firm, like she's patiently teaching a child a simple truth. "So small and pretty—no girl would want you that way, all soft and delicate. But Mommy and Daddy do—we love you just as you are, our perfect little treasure. Now, be a good boy and change for Mommy." [[Try on the outfit|FemComply]] [[Refuse to dress|FemResist]]

You hesitate a moment longer, but her expectant gaze leaves no room for further argument, so you take the outfit and slip into the nearby bathroom to change, the frilly dress hugging your slender frame in a way that feels both constricting and exposing, the short hem swishing against your thighs, the bow in your hair like a gift wrapped for someone else. When you step out, Vanilla claps her hands together in delight, her ears perking higher. "Adorable! Daddy will be thrilled," she says, her voice bubbling with excitement as she calls out, "Rex, come see our little Tails!" Rex enters from the kitchen, his black and grey furred muscular frame filling the doorway, a predatory grin spreading across his muzzle as his eyes rake over you. "Look at her," he grunts shortly, stepping closer, his gaze lingering on the way the dress clings to your form. Vanilla nods approvingly, her hand on your shoulder as she turns you this way and that. "Doesn't he look precious, Rex? So small and sweet, like a little doll made just for us." Rex chuckles deeply, his eyes darkening with interest. "Yeah, she's a sexy little thing. All frilly and ready to please." Vanilla beams, her large breasts rising with a pleased breath. "Oh, Tails, you're making Mommy so proud—such a pretty boy, so delicate and charming. Bend over for us now, sweetie—pose like a good little model, show off how that dress flatters you." You feel your face burn hotter, but her kind command pulls you along, and you bend forward slightly, your hands on your knees, the skirt riding up to expose more of your legs for her. Rex's breath hitches, his muscular frame tensing as he steps closer, his eyes fixed on you with growing hunger. "Damn, look at that ass—curvy and inviting." Vanilla laughs softly, her hand stroking your back. "See, Tails? You're so hot like this—small and pretty, making Daddy all excited. Arch your back more, sweetie—let us admire our little treasure." You hesitate, not wanting him to see more. But as Rex reaches out, his hands groping your ass through the frills, squeezing firmly, you squirm away instinctively, a whine escaping your lips. Rex growls shortly, his hand coming down in a sharp spank that stings through the fabric, making you jolt. "Stay still, girl." Vanilla reinforces it immediately, her voice kind but firm. "Be good, Tails—let Daddy touch." Rex spanks again when you twitch, his other hand groping your thigh. "Yeah, love my girls—Vanilla's got the curves, but you're a tight, pretty package." Vanilla coos in agreement. "Oh, Rex, you're right—he's our perfect little plaything, so delicate and alluring." Rex's hands roam. "sexy little thing, all frilly and submissive." Eventually, they step back, Rex adjusting himself with a grunt, Vanilla smiling sweetly. "Alright, sweetie, you can dress back in what you were wearing now. Mommy and Daddy need to talk about your future." she says, her eyes still gleaming with satisfaction as you hurry to change, the flattery and groping leaving you flushed and conflicted. <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $vanillaDom +=1>> <<set $relationship -=2>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

<<if $vanillaDom >15>> Vanilla insists gently. "No fussing, put it on." She helps you dress. [[Continue|FemComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel =1>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<else>> You refuse. She sighs. "Another time then." <<silently>> <<set $vanillaDom -=1>> <<set $relationship +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

"Shut up and take it, you pathetic little secretary," she growls, her voice low but laced with degrading glee as she frees her cock from under her dress, already hard and throbbing with need. She doesn't bother with prep or gentleness, spitting into her hand and slicking herself just enough before pressing the thick head against your entrance. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp as she thrusts in deep with one brutal shove, stretching you wide and filling you completely, the sudden intrusion making your knees buckle against the desk. The sensation is overwhelming—burning at first, then shifting to a deep, insistent pressure that radiates through your core, her girth pressing right against your prostate from the start. You clamp a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as she starts pounding into you, her hips slamming against your ass with rhythmic force, the desk creaking softly under the assault. Papers rustle and slide with each thrust, a stapler teetering on the edge, but you focus all your energy on silence, muffled whimpers escaping through your fingers as the office chatter continues obliviously outside. Amy leans over you, her breasts pressing into your back, one hand gripping your hip while the other snakes around to clamp over your mouth, reinforcing your efforts. "Look at you, bent over like a cheap whore in the middle of the workday," she taunts in a hushed, venomous whisper, her pace unrelenting, each deep stroke grinding against that sensitive spot inside you. "This is what you're good for, Tails—not inventing gadgets or playing hero. Just spreading your legs for me, taking my cock like the desperate slut you are. Bet the whole office would love to see their 'genius' like this—ass up, moaning like a bitch in heat." Her words sting, degradation pouring out in a steady stream as she fucks you harder, her cock pistoning in and out with slick, wet sounds that you pray don't carry through the door. You shake your head weakly, tears pricking your eyes from the mix of shame and building pleasure, your own arousal twitching untouched beneath you, leaking pre-cum onto the desk blotter. "Mmm, feel that? That's my cock owning you, turning you into my personal fucktoy," she continues, her voice obsessive and smug, nipping at your ear as she slows for a moment to grind deep, circling her hips to rub insistently against your prostate. "You're so tight, so eager... pathetic how you clench around me like you need this. What would your friends think? Sonic, Knuckles—seeing you get railed over a desk, begging for more with those cute little whimpers?" You try to protest, a muffled "N-no" vibrating against her palm, but it only spurs her on, her thrusts picking up speed again, the desk rocking subtly as she hammers into you. The pressure on your prostate builds relentlessly, each brutal stroke sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up your spine, making your legs tremble and your vision blur. You're fighting to stay quiet, biting down on her fingers to suppress the moans bubbling up, the office sounds—someone laughing nearby, a phone ringing—heightening the terror of discovery. Amy laughs softly, demeaning and breathless, her free hand reaching down to squeeze your ass hard. "That's right, keep quiet, you worthless secretary. Wouldn't want everyone knowing you're just my cum-dump, would you? But deep down, you love it—love being degraded, used whenever I feel like it. My feminine little fox, all dressed up in that tight shirt, just waiting to be fucked senseless." The degradation fuels the fire, her words twisting in your mind as the pleasure coils tighter, your body betraying you with involuntary bucks back against her, chasing the friction on that sweet spot. She's relentless, varying her pace—slow, deep grinds that make you see stars, followed by rapid, shallow thrusts that have you gasping silently. Sweat beads on your fur, the air thick with the scent of sex, and you can feel her cock throbbing inside you, her own moans hushed but obsessive. "God, you're perfect like this—broken and mine. No one else gets to have you, slut. You're my toy, my bitch... cum for me, prove how much you need my cock." To both your shock, it happens without warning—the constant assault on your prostate pushes you over the edge, waves of intense pleasure crashing through you in a prostate orgasm that leaves you shuddering violently. You cum hard, untouched, ropes of seed spilling onto the desk beneath you, your body clenching around her in rhythmic pulses that milk her cock. A strangled, muffled cry escapes despite your efforts, stars bursting behind your eyelids as the ecstasy overwhelms you, more intense than anything you've felt before. Amy freezes for a split second, her eyes widening in surprise as she feels you tighten and spill, but then a smug, delighted grin spreads across her face, her thrusts slowing to savor the moment. "Oh, fuck... look at that," she whispers triumphantly, her voice thick with smug satisfaction as she pulls her hand away from your mouth, letting you gasp quietly. "You came just from my cock? No hands, no nothing—just me fucking your pathetic ass. That's my good slut... finally admitting how much you love being my bitch." She's overjoyed, her hips still moving lazily to draw out your aftershocks, her own release building but held back to gloat. "See? You're made for this, Tails. My perfect, cum-hungry toy who gets off on degradation. Don't worry, we'll do this more often now that I know your little secret." She finally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you slumped over the desk, panting and spent, the evidence of your orgasm staining the papers as she tucks herself away, straightening her dress with a final, possessive pat on your ass. "Clean this up and get back to work," she says coolly, slipping out the door as if nothing happened, leaving you to compose yourself amid the lingering haze of shock and shame. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=8>> <<set $balance -=7>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You kneel behind Amy in the cluttered office, the threat of unemployment looming like a guillotine if you dare refuse— she's your boss, after all, and she's made it crystal clear that one word from her could end your job in an instant. Her pink-furred ass cheeks part as she bends forward slightly over the desk, demanding your submission with a smug glance over her shoulder. Obediently, you press your muzzle forward, your tongue delving deep into her tight asshole, swirling and probing with mechanical precision, the musky taste flooding your senses and making your stomach churn. You hate this, every humiliating lap a reminder of how she's reduced you to her plaything, but you keep going, fearing the pink slip more than the degradation.br> Amy moans loudly, sides quivering as she reaches back to grip your head, pushing you deeper. "Good little slut," she purrs, her voice dripping with mocking affection, her cock twitching visibly between her legs from the pleasure you're forced to provide. Your body moves on autopilot, tongue thrusting rhythmically, even as resentment simmers beneath the surface—you're trapped, enduring it all just to keep your livelihood intact. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=8>> <<set $balance -=7>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

Refuse. <<if $amyDom <100>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=8>> <<set $balance +=7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Her brow furrows, "Stand exposed, slut!" [[Continue|DeskRimComplyL6]] <</if>>

You don't resist much, knowing she won't listen anyway, your body sinking into the seat as she leans over you, her breasts brushing your shoulder while she clicks play. The video starts—hypnotic spirals swirling on the screen, a soothing female voice cooing affirmations: "You're a sissy girl... you love being feminine... your cock is useless..." Images flash: men in lingerie, submitting to dominant women, the words sinking in with repetitive insistence. Amy's hands slide down your arms, tugging your skirt up to expose your bulge in the thin panties. "Jerk off while you watch, slut," she commands softly, her breath hot against your ear as she guides your hand to your cock, wrapping your fingers around it. "Stroke that worthless little thing and let the hypno work its magic. Show me how much you love being my girl." You hesitate for a split second, but her nails dig into your shoulder warningly, and you start moving, your hand pumping slowly as the video's voice drones on: "You crave cock... you need to be filled... submit to your mistress..." She circles behind you, her fingers trailing over your chest fluff as she leans in, her voice a demeaning whisper that syncs with the hypno. "Look at that, Tails—stroking your tiny clit like the pathetic sissy you are. You're not a boy anymore, are you? Just a weak, fluffy girl in a skirt, getting hard from videos telling you to suck dick." Her words sting, shame flooding you as your cock hardens fully in your hand, the hypno's spirals pulling at your mind, the affirmations echoing: "You're a cumslut... beg for it..." You pump faster, wincing at the pleasure building despite the humiliation, Amy's laughter soft and mocking in your ear. "God, you're disgusting—jerking off to the idea of being someone's girl in my office, like a desperate whore. You're imagining yourself in that lingerie, on your knees for me, aren't you? My broken little fox, too weak to be a man." The demeaning barrage continues, her hands roaming to pinch your nipples through the blouse, twisting lightly as the video intensifies: "Surrender... become the girl inside..." Shame burns hot in your chest, but shamefully, it starts to feel arousing—the way she degrades you, the hypno's repetitive commands blending with her voice, making your cock throb harder in your grip. "See? You're loving this, your clit's leaking so much. You're not an inventor anymore; you're my toy, made to cum from humiliation and cock." You hate how right she feels, the arousal twisting in your gut as you stroke faster, the video's voice urging "Cum for your mistress... submit forever..." Pressure builds, your breath coming in ragged gasps, and with a final twist of your nipple, you cum hard, ropes of release spilling over your hand and onto the desk, your body shuddering in the chair. Amy's laughter rings out, sharp and triumphant. "Oh, Tails, you came so quick—like the eager slut you are. Now—lick up every drop, my worthless girl." She grabs your hand, forcing it to your mouth, her fingers pushing your cum-smeared digits past your lips. You swallow reluctantly, the salty taste coating your tongue as shame crashes over you, the hypno video still playing in the background: "Good girl... you're hers now..." Amy steps back, smirking as she pauses the video. "Good session, Tails. Back to work—and I think we'll be doing this more often." She unlocks the door, sending you stumbling out, cum still on your lips, the demeaning heat lingering shamefully in your mind as you return to your desk. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You step into the kitchen, the scent of fresh herbs and simmering sauce hitting you like a warm wave, but the scene before you freezes you in place. Vanilla stands close—too close—to Rex, her ears flattening as she leans against the counter with a casual grace that doesn't quite hide the way her thick thighs shift restlessly under her long purple dress. Her tan and orange fur catches the afternoon light streaming through the window, the white accents on her cheeks flushed a deeper pink than usual, her large breasts rising and falling with a breathy laugh that echoes softly in the room. Rex, the tall housekeeper with his black and grey fur rippling over his muscular frame, looms beside her, his broad shoulders nearly brushing hers as he wipes his hands on a towel, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. <<if $vanillaDom < 10>> You feel a surge of unease twist in your gut, the way Vanilla's eyes linger on Rex a beat too long, her flush deepening as she tucks a strand of fur behind her ear, making you step forward before you can think. "Vanilla, come with me—now," you say, your voice firmer than you expected, ordering her away from him. Rex's expression sours, his miffed scowl flashing as he crosses his arms, his muscular frame tensing like he's ready to retort, but he holds back with a grunt. Vanilla pauses, her large breasts heaving with a surprised breath, her little bunny tail—short and hidden from the front—likely twitching in annoyance at the interruption, but then her eyes light up with a sly spark, her cheeks flushing even more as she straightens, her thick thighs pressing together under the dress. She seems unhappy to be pulled away, her glance back at Rex lingering with a hint of regret, but there's a happy glint in her eye at your display of dominance, her big ass swaying as she follows you out, murmuring, "Oh, Tails, that was... unexpected. But lead the way, dear." <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $relationship += 2>> [[Back|bedroom]] <<else>> You feel a surge of unease twist in your gut, the way Vanilla's eyes linger on Rex a beat too long, her flush deepening as she tucks a strand of fur behind her ear, but before you can speak, Vanilla turns to you with a motherly scold in her tone. She places a hand on her hip, her large breasts shifting with the motion. "Now, Tails, don't interrupt like that—it's rude, sweetie. Rex and I were just chatting about how helpful he is around here, keeping everything in order when things get a bit... overwhelming." Her words carry a backhanded warmth, her sly smile never fading as she glances back at Rex, her cheeks still flushed, leaning in closer to him so her thick thighs brush his leg, her big ass jutting out slightly as she laughs softly at something he mutters. Rex smirks, his black and grey fur bristling with satisfaction, his muscular arms crossing as he nods along. Vanilla's little bunny tail flicks with amusement, her hand lingering on Rex's arm, "See, Tails? Rex knows how to handle things properly—strong and reliable. You could learn a thing or two, but for now, why don't you run along? Mommy's busy, but we'll have words about this later." <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <</if>> [[Back|bedroom]]

Vanilla turns toward you, her blue ascot slightly askew. Her eyes sparkle with a sly glint, still darting back to Rex for a lingering glance before focusing on you. "Oh, Tails," she says, her voice kind but laced with that mocking lilt, fanning herself lightly as if to cool the flush on her cheeks, "Rex is so helpful around here. I don't know what I'd do without him—always knowing just what needs tending to, keeping everything... satisfied." She adjusts her red vest with a subtle tug, the fabric straining against her bouncing breasts, her words hanging in the air like a backhanded nudge. Rex grunts shortly, his predatory grin flashing as he nods toward Vanilla. "Just doing my job." Vanilla laughs again, a breathy sound that makes her thick thighs press together under the dress, her hand brushing Rex's arm briefly—too soft to be accidental—before she steps away, her big ass swaying as she moves to the stove. "See, Tails? Rex is the kind of man who really takes charge when things get... heated. You'd do well to learn from him—maybe then the house wouldn't feel so empty sometimes." Her tone is sweet, almost encouraging, but the way she glances back at Rex, her flush deepening, carries a sly undercurrent, her words twisting like a gentle reminder of what you might be missing. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back|bedroom]]

Summoning what little defiance remains, you protest. "No, I won't do this—stop!" you cry out, struggling to pull away. Amy's expression darkens immediately, her obsessive control flaring. <<if $amyDom <100>> Your protest succeeds. "Fine, if the slut's going to be difficult," she mutters, though her eyes promise retribution later. You catch your breath, a rare victory bolstering your resolve. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Your protest fails miserably. Amy grabs you, her voice icy as she commands, "You will follow orders, you worthless toy." [[Continue|DeskClientComplyL6]] <</if>>

You open your mouth to protest—"Amy, I really should go home, I have things to do." <<if $amyDom <100>> Success. She mutters something incomprehensable and sends you out. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She grabs you roughly. "When have you ever had a choice?" [[Continue|OfficeFuckComplyL6]] <</if>>

You nod weakly, minimal resistance bubbling up as a quiet "Okay..." knowing protests fall on deaf ears. She helps you strip—blouse unbuttoned with her fingers lingering on your fluff, skirt pooling at your feet—leaving you naked and vulnerable in her office, the cool air raising goosebumps on your fur. She works efficiently, almost tenderly, sliding the latex cuffs over your elbows and knees, strapping your forearms to your upper arms and calves to your thighs, forcing you down onto all fours in a bound crawl. The harness cinches around your torso, leaving your ass, cock, and most of your body exposed, the latex tight but not cutting, a constant restraint that makes every movement a humiliating shuffle. "There we go," she purrs, stepping back to admire you on the floor, your face level with her knees. "Such a pretty little bitch—crawling for your Goddess." She kneels then, pulling a black blindfold from her desk drawer, tying it snugly over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. "Can't have you seeing what's coming, sweetie—that's part of the fun." Your world narrows to sounds and sensations—the rustle of fabric as she retrieves a ball gag, pressing it between your lips, buckling it tight so your protests muffle into incoherent mumbles. The rubber ball fills your mouth, drool already starting to form as you test it, your breathing quickening in fear and shame. "Perfect," she says, attaching a leash to the harness collar you didn't even notice she'd added. "Now, follow me, girl—time to show you off." She tugs the leash, and you crawl awkwardly after her, elbows and knees padding on the carpet, the blindfold robbing you of sight, the gag silencing your whimpers. The door opens, and cool air hits you—the hallway?—your heart races with terror, shame flooding you as you imagine coworkers seeing you like this, bound and naked, crawling like a pet. But Amy leads you confidently, her heels clicking ahead, the leash guiding your humiliating shuffle. You hear a door open—a larger room?—and voices murmur, low and surprised, the conference room door shutting behind you with a click that echoes your dread. "Oh, everyone, look what I brought!" Amy announces in a bright, cheerful voice, the kind you'd use to happy-talk a dog, high-pitched and affectionate. "This is my little girl, Tails! Isn't she the cutest? Come say hi to my precious puppy— she's so well-behaved today." The room fills with chuckles and coos, footsteps approaching as unseen hands start groping and petting you—fingers ruffling your fur, patting your head, stroking your back like you're a beloved animal. "Aww, what a good girl," someone says, their voice male and amused, a hand sliding down to squeeze your exposed ass, making you flinch and mumble into the gag. Another pets your tails, "So fluffy—look at that cute little thing, all bound up like a present." The touches are everywhere—groping your thighs, petting your fluff, someone even tugging lightly on the harness, talking about you like a pet: "Does she do tricks?" "Bet she's housebroken—such a sweet pup." Shame burns through you, hot and unrelenting, your face flaming under the blindfold as you tremble on your elbows and knees, fear spiking with each anonymous touch. You can't see them—coworkers? Clients?—but their voices blend into a humiliating chorus, their hands exploring your naked body with casual entitlement. Amy laughs delightedly, her voice still in that dog-talk tone: "Oh, yes, my little girl is the best! Who's a good puppy? You are, Tails! Yes, you are!" She scratches behind your ears, encouraging the others, "Go on, pet her—she loves the attention, don't you, girl? Wag that tail for us!" The groping intensifies—someone kneads your ass cheeks, another strokes your exposed cock lightly, making it twitch despite your terror, whispers of "What a fine bitch" and "Look at that tight hole" floating around you. Your mind reels, shame and fear twisting in your gut as you stay frozen, bound and helpless, the blindfold amplifying every sensation, every demeaning word. Then Amy's voice cuts through, still bubbly and pet-like: "Okay, who's ready to play with my girl? You—yes, you can have the first turn. Make her feel loved!" Hands grip your hips firmly, positioning you as something hard and hot presses against your entrance—the unknown person's cock, thrusting in with a grunt, filling you roughly. You muffle a cry into the gag, your body rocking with each brutal stroke, the room filling with cheers and laughs as they fuck you like a toy. "Good girl, take it!" Amy coos, petting your head as the pounding continues, deep and relentless, the stranger's hands groping your sides. The humiliation crashes over you in waves, tears soaking the blindfold as you're used in front of an unseen audience, Amy's happy-dog voice praising you the whole time: "That's my precious puppy—making everyone so happy! Yes, you are!" She scratches behind your ears, encouraging the others, "Go on, pet her—she loves the attention, don't you, girl?" You hate it—the way their hands roam over you like you're not even a person, just a thing for their amusement, the blindfold turning every touch into a surprise violation that makes your skin crawl. The stranger's cock slams into you harder, their grunts filling your ears as they chase their pleasure, treating you like a disposable hole. Shame burns hot in your chest, fear twisting your gut as you realize how many voices are around you, how many people are witnessing this degradation. The thrusting intensifies, their hips slapping against your ass, and you feel someone else kneel behind you—cool lube squirting onto your stretched entrance, fingers rubbing it in around the pounding cock, making the slide even slicker, more invasive. "Gotta keep her nice and wet," a voice chuckles, their fingers dipping in alongside the shaft, stretching you further as you muffled-scream into the gag, your body betraying you with involuntary twitches. At the same time, another set of hands reaches under you, playing with your cock—light, teasing strokes that make it harden despite your horror, pre-cum leaking as they tug and fondle, laughing at how "eager the little bitch is." You squirm, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensations, but Amy's voice rings out cheerfully, "If she resists too much, give her a spank! My girl needs to learn to behave." A sharp smack lands on your ass from someone nearby, the sting making you jolt forward onto the cock, deepening the thrust. You hate them—all of them—for using you like this, for reducing you to a plaything, your mind screaming in silent rage even as your bound body can't fight back. The first stranger cums with a groan, pulling out to spill the last spurts across your back, warm and sticky, before stepping away. "Next!" Amy announces in her bubbly tone, like it's a game at a party. Someone new takes their place, sliding into your lubed ass with ease, their cock thicker, stretching you wider as they start pounding immediately, grunting about how "tight the puppy is." Hands are everywhere now—too many, overwhelming, petting your flanks, ruffling your fur, pinching your fluff like it's a toy. "Such a soft little thing," one coos, their fingers trailing down your bound arms, while another kneels in front of you, unbuckling the gag with a pop. Drool spills from your mouth as it's removed, and before you can gasp for air or beg, a cock shoves between your lips, facefucking you roughly, their hands gripping your ears for leverage. You choke, tears streaming under the blindfold, the dual penetration making your body rock between them—the cock in your ass slamming deep, the one in your mouth thrusting down your throat, gagging you with each push. "Take it, girl," the facefucker grunts, their balls slapping your chin, while the one behind spanks you again when you instinctively try to pull back, the pain reinforcing Amy's rule. You hate this—the violation from strangers, the way they treat you like a pet, petting and groping even as they use you, hands everywhere, too many to count, stroking your tails, squeezing your thighs, someone even licking at your bound feet, their tongue warm and wet on your soles as you kneel there helpless, the ticklish sensation mixing with the brutality in a dizzying haze. Your cock lets out a shamefull dribble as they pound your prostate. "Look at her go—such a good puppy, taking all that love!" Amy cheers in her dog-talk voice, scratching your back as the fucking continues. The one in your mouth pulls out suddenly, replaced by something softer—wet lips pressing against yours,—a pussy grinding against your face, the person's thighs clamping around your head as they ride your tongue. "Eat her out, girl—make your new friend happy!" Amy encourages, and you lap reluctantly, the musky taste filling your mouth as cocks take turns in your ass, one after another, each thrusting brutally, spilling inside or on you, the room a chorus of moans and laughs. Someone spanks you mid-thrust when you squirm too much, the pain sharp, training you to still your struggles, your body learning to submit even as your mind rages against the hatred of being used like this, passed around like a toy. Hands pet you constantly—ruffling your head, stroking your fluff, calling you "good girl" and "sweet pet"—treating you exactly like a dog, their touches affectionate yet demeaning, too many on your naked body at once, overwhelming your senses in the darkness. Your feet are licked again, someone sucking on your toes while another fucks you, the sensations blending into a nightmarish overload. You hate every second—the fear of who they are, the shame of being their pet, the way Amy's voice praises it all like it's playtime. Eventually, after what feels like hours of turns—cocks filling you, pussies grinding on your face, hands groping and petting relentlessly—the activity slows, the room emptying with satisfied sighs and "Thanks, Amy—that was fun." The door opens and closes, voices fading, until it's just you and her. Panting, leaking from every hole, body aching and covered in cum, you feel her kneel beside you, her fingers gently untying the blindfold. Light floods in, blinding at first, but as your vision clears, the conference room comes into focus—empty now, chairs pushed back, the table smeared with evidence of the ordeal. Amy's face hovers above you, her smile sweet and obsessive. "You did so well, my little girl," she coos, still in that pet-talk tone, ruffling your fur. "But look at this mess on the floor—be a good puppy and lick it up." She unbinds the harness just enough for you to move your head, pushing your face toward the puddles of cum scattered on the carpet—thick, sticky pools from the others' releases. Shame burns through you as you lap at it reluctantly, the salty, bitter taste coating your tongue, gagging you as you clean every drop under her watchful eye. "That's it—good girl, get it all," she praises, petting your head like a dog. Once the floor is "clean," she finally releases the straps, helping you out of the bitchsuit with almost tender care, though her eyes gleam with triumph. "You can go now, Tails. Be good until next time." She dresses you back in your skirt and blouse, sending you stumbling out, body sore, the taste of cum lingering as you flee the office. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|bedroom]]

You refise to wear the bitchsuit. <<if $amyDom <100>> Amy scoffs "Fine then, go finish todays reports." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She smiles hollowly "Oh darling, did I phrase that like a question?" she moves forward and delicately places a hand on your croch. "You should really undersand by now," Suddnly she's squeezing your testicals, causing pain to bloom outward as you collapse in on yourself, "Do as I say, or I'll have to break you all over again." [[Continue|OfficeRimComplyL6]] <</if>>

You hear footsteps descending the grand staircase of your home, the wood creaking under their weight, and glance up from where you're tinkering with a gadget in the living room. Rex comes into view first, his black and grey furred muscular frame filling the space, dressed in casual shorts and a tank top that strains against his broad chest. Vanilla clings to his arm, her towering form pressed close to him, her large breasts pushing deliberately against his bicep through her exercising outfit—a skimpy purple sports bra that barely contains her assets. The fabric stretches thin over her nipples, paired with tight shorts that hug her big ass, the material rides up to expose the curve of her cheeks and her little bunny tail pokes out from a cutout. Her tan and orange fur glistens slightly with what looks like fresh sweat, her white accents highlight her flushed cheeks as she giggles softly, leaning into him more, her large breasts squishing against his arm in a way that's almost flaunting. Her ears perk up as she spots you, detaching from Rex just enough to approach. Her big ass sways with each step, the shorts clinging to her curves. "Oh, Tails, there you are," Vanilla coos sweetly. Rex smirks behind her, his eyes raking over you with that predatory hunger. "Mommy wants to play puppy again—time to get you ready, sweetie." You feel a knot of dread twist in your stomach, but Vanilla's kind smile pulls you in, her presence overwhelming as she tugs at your clothes. "First, get naked for Mommy—everything off, so we can play properly." Her voice is gentle, but commanding, and you hesitate, glancing at Rex who's watching with smug interest. "B-but Vanilla, in front of him?" you protest weakly, your twin tails curling behind you. She tilts her head, her large breasts shifting with the motion, her smile never fading. "Of course, sweetie—Daddy's part of this too. Now strip, or Mommy will have to help." [[Strip obediently|PetPlayComply]] [[Pull away|PetPlayResist]]

You obey reluctantly, peeling off your clothes until you're naked, your slender form exposed. To your shame, your cock twitches upward slightly at the situation. "Good boy," she praises. Her voice is warm as she pulls out the pink leather collar with 'Daddy's Pet' engraved in shiny letters. You've worn it before, and you hate it, the symbol of your submission, but she moves behind you and tightens it around your neck anyway. Her fingers linger as she adjusts the fit. "There—perfect for our little pet." "Vanilla, please—I hate this thing," You protest softly, but instead of an answer, she kicks lightly at the back of your knees so you buckle, falling to your hands and knees with a thud. The collar jingles. She smiles kindly down at you, still towering above. "Puppies don't talk, sweetie—they're cute and obedient. Now woof for Mommy, show me you're ready to play." You whine but obey, letting out a soft "///woof//," You hate the sound, but disappointing her leads only to trouble. Vanilla claps delightedly, attaching a leash to the collar. "Good boy. Now, time for walkies!" Vanilla tugs lightly on the leash, walking beside Rex. You crawl after them, the humiliation burning as they lead you to the backyard. The grass is cool under your hands and knees, the sun warms your naked fur. In the yard, Vanilla pulls out a tennis ball wrapped in her panties—lacy and pink, though you notice sticky white globs on them. To your growing horror, she tosses it. "Fetch, sweetie!" After a moment, you hesitantly crawl after it, grabbing it in your mouth, the fabric soft and tasting oddly salty. As you bring the ball back, you're shocked to see Vanilla and Rex on a bench, her giggling as he gropes her large breasts through the sports bra, their mouths meeting in a deep tongue kiss. You almost drop the ball to protest, your voice rising in your throat—"Vanilla, what are you—" but she breaks the kiss just enough to shoot you a sharp, warning glance, her eyes narrowing with that maternal authority that silences you instantly. Your ears pin to your head. //Dogs don't talk// you remind yourself, the collar a heavy reminder around your neck, and instead, a pitiful whine escapes your muzzle, low and trembling as you lower your head. Vanilla smiles at you, though her cheeks are flushed with arousal, and she reaches out to take the ball from your mouth, her fingers brushing your lips teasingly. "Oh, sweetie, don't whine like that," she coos, her voice breathy as Rex nuzzles her neck, his teeth grazing her fur. "You can just think of this as... jealousy training—mmph—" She pauses as Rex's hand slips lower, cupping her ass through the tight shorts, giving it a firm squeeze that makes her hips twitch. "You need to understand your place. Mommies and daddies... ah... do things like this all the time." Her explanation comes in fits and starts, interrupted by another deep kiss from Rex, his tongue delving into her mouth as she melts against him, her large breasts pressing into his chest. You watch, frozen on your hands and knees, as she shifts on his lap, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in his shorts, her excitement evident in the way her little bunny tail twitches. "See, Tails? This is normal for us grown-ups," she continues between moans, her hand guiding Rex's to her other breast, letting him grope and knead it freely, the fabric of her bra straining. "You're just our cute little puppy now—oh, Rex, yes, right there—and puppies don't get jealous; they sit and look pretty." She teases you with a wink, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as Rex's fingers toy with the edge of her shorts, pulling them aside just enough to expose more of her curves. "Look at how happy Mommy is with Daddy. Doesn't it make you want to be a good boy?" Rex chuckles darkly, his eyes locking onto yours over her shoulder, filled with that smug dominance as he pulls her closer, their bodies moving in a rhythmic grind. Vanilla arches her back, her moans growing louder,"You're such a big, bad wolf," she purrs to him, her hips rolling deliberately against him. As you stay there, whining softly but not daring to interrupt, Vanilla glances back at you with approval, her hand still holding the retrieved ball. "Such a good pet, obeying even when it's hard," she praises, though her attention quickly returns to Rex, her tongue flicking out to meet his in another sloppy kiss. Then, in a lower voice meant for him but audible to you, "He's almost trained enough, you know—soon you'll get to really show him what a daddy does." Rex growls in response, his grip tightening on her, his voice rough with anticipation. "Can't wait to break her in properly." Vanilla pulls away from Rex's embrace with a satisfied sigh, her body still humming from their intimate display, and she slides off his lap to stand tall over you, her curvaceous form casting a shadow on the grass. She tugs gently on your leash, guiding you closer to the bench where Rex lounges with a predatory grin, his eyes tracing the lines of your naked, slender body as you crawl obediently at her feet. "Now, sweetie, Mommy wants you to show Daddy how well-behaved our little pet can be," Vanilla says in that sweet, commanding tone, her hand reaching down to stroke your head absently, her fingers threading through your fur like she's petting a favored animal. Rex leans forward, his muscular arm extending to pat your flank firmly, sending shocks through your body. His touch lingers as he admires the soft curve of your hips. "That's right, come here, girl—let Daddy get a good look at you," he rumbles, his voice deep and affectionate. Vanilla smiles down at you and gives a little nod of encouragement while Rex's hand slides up to rub your back in slow, possessive circles. You feel the heat of his gaze on your exposed skin, and Vanilla coos softly, her fingers now scratching behind your ears in a way that makes your twin tails twitch involuntarily. "See how cute my little boy is, Rex? All naked and on his knees, just like a good pet should be." Rex chuckles, his hand moving lower to knead the soft flesh of your thigh, appreciating the way your body yields under his touch, and he murmurs approvingly, "She's got such a pretty little figure—perfect for playing with." Vanilla's voice is warm and maternal as she bends down slightly, giving you a close up of her tight shorts and thighs. "You've been so good for Daddy, sweetie—not a single jealous bark while Mommy and Daddy had our fun." Rex pets your side again, his fingers brushing dangerously close to your hardening cock, and he adds with a grin, "Yeah, girl, you're learning your place //real// quick." Vanilla straightens up and grabs something out of a cooler nearby. It's a small jar of peanut butter. With a mischievous glint in her eye she eases onto the bench, tugging off her tight shorts to expose her glistening pussy, and she dips her fingers into the jar, smearing a generous dollop right over her folds. "Here's your treat, my little boy—but only if you let Daddy pet you while you eat it //all// up," she says teasingly. Her tone is laced with that dominant edge as she settles her gaze back at Rex, who watches with eager interest. You hesitate for a moment, your cheeks burning with a mix of shame and longing, the sight of Vanilla's intimate area smeared with the sticky substance drawing you in despite everything. Your desire to be close to her overrides the dread of Rex's involvement. With a soft whine, you inch forward, agreeing silently as your tongue darts out to lap at the peanut butter coating her pussy, the salty-sweet flavor mingling with her natural musk in a heady rush. Rex wastes no time, his large hands descending on you—one kneading your ass firmly, squeezing the soft cheeks as if testing their give, while the other rubs your head gently but insistently. The stimulation builds quickly, your cock stiffening fully beneath you from the taste of Vanilla and the relentless petting, Rex's hand now stroking your back in long, soothing sweeps like he's calming a skittish dog. "Good girl, eat it all up," Rex coos, his voice dripping with twisted affection as his fingers explore your body without restraint. Suddenly, Rex's finger—slick with lube—preses against your entrance and slides in, the intrusion making you whine sharply into Vanilla's pussy. Your body tenses as you try to squirm away from his reach. Vanilla's hands clamp down on your head immediately, holding you firmly in place, her thighs squeezing around your ears as she keeps you buried between her legs. "Shh, sweetie, no squirming—You agreed to Mommy's reward, remember?" she scolds gently, her voice a mix of cooing and firmness, even as her own body shivers from your muffled licks. Rex coos right along with her, his finger pumping slowly inside you, "Easy, girl, just relax for Daddy—doesn't it feel nice?" Panic flares, but Vanilla's grip doesn't let up, and she adds with a smug undertone, "If my little boy doesn't calm down //right now//, I'll let Daddy use his big penis instead—do you want that, sweetie?" Rex's free hand petts your flank again, "Come on, girl, settle down—we know you can be good." Terrified of the threat, you force yourself to still, your whines tapering off into submissive pants as Rex continues fingering you, the unwanted pleasure mixing with the humiliation in a confusing haze. Vanilla moans, her voice breathy and laced with smug satisfaction, her thighs quivering around your ears as she grinds down harder, forcing your muzzle deeper into her slick folds. "Oh, sweetie, you're doing such a good job for once—my little boy finally figuring out how to please Mommy." The tension in her body coils tighter, her moans escalating into sharp gasps, and suddenly she clamps her hands down on the back of your head with unyielding force, shoving your face fully into her pussy as her climax crashes over her. Waves of her release flood your mouth, hot and insistent, coating your tongue and forcing you to swallow reflexively amid your muffled whines, her body shuddering violently against you. In the throes of her ecstasy, she lets out a breathless, excited laugh, her words spilling out. "Yes, right there—ah, this is the only way my pathetic little boy can make Mommy cum!" As her tremors subside, she relaxes her grip just enough to let you gasp for air, your face smeared with her essence, but her expression remains flushed and unrepentant, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Oops, sorry about that, sweetie," she says with feigned remorse, her tone dripping with insincerity as she pats your cheek lightly "Mommy just gets so carried away in the moment. You understand, right?". Rex chuckles darkly, withdrawing his finger at last and giving your flank one final pet, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the scene. Vanilla unclips the leash and removes the collar with a gentle tug, her fingers lingering on your neck as if savoring the mark it left. "All done for today, sweetie—you did so well," she murmurs, stepping back to let you rise shakily to your feet. Rex nods approvingly, his gaze still hungry but satisfied for now, as you scramble inside to gather your discarded clothes and pull them on. [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

<<if $vanillaDom >20>> Vanilla tugs back gently but firmly. "Bad pet! Obey or face punishment." [[Continue|PetPlayComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel =2>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<else>> You resist, and they let go for now. Repeatable. <<silently>> <<set $vanillaDom -=1>> <<set $relationship +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You lounge on the plush couch in the living room, the soft cushions cradling your small frame as you absentmindedly fiddle with a gadget in your hands, trying to lose yourself in the intricate wiring to escape the lingering unease from recent days. The house feels unusually quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room, until subtle sounds prick your ears—soft footsteps padding down the hallway, deliberate and predatory. Your twin tails twitch instinctively as Vanilla and Rex enter the room, their presence filling the space with an oppressive tension. Vanilla moves with her usual graceful sway, her tan and brown fur gleaming under the light, her curvaceous body clad in a tight top and shorts that accentuate her ample breasts and hips, while Rex stalks beside her, his muscular grey and black form exuding raw power, his eyes fixed on you with a twisted affection that sends a chill down your spine. Vanilla's smile is warm and maternal as she approaches, but her voice carries that insistent edge you have come to dread. "There you are, sweetie—Mommy and Daddy have been looking for you." Rex nods, his gaze softening in a way that disgusts you, as if he sees something endearing in your vulnerability, his deep voice rumbles with false tenderness. "Hey there, pretty thing. I missed seeing that cute face of yours." You flush with embaressment. Vanilla glances at him adoringly, her hand trailing up his arm, her words laced with enthusiasm. "Isn't Daddy just so strong and handsome? He deserves the best care, doesn't he, my little boy?" Before you can react, Rex settles onto the couch beside you, his massive frame making the cushions dip, and he unzips his pants with casual ease, exposing his thick, throbbing cock that twitches in anticipation. Vanilla's hands are on you in an instant, guiding you down toward him with gentle but unyielding pressure, her voice sweet as she instructs you. "Now, be a good boy and give Daddy another nice blowjob—he's been so patient." [[Kneel and serve|BJComply]] [[Push her hand away|BJResist]]

Your stomach twists in revulsion, and you whine softly, pulling back against her hold. "But I don't want to. I-I can't keep doing this." Her expression shifts to one of kind disappointment, but she acts swiftly, her large hand delivering a sharp spank to your rear that makes you yelp. The sting radiates through your soft body. She grabs you firmly by the scruff, her towering form manhandling you into position on your knees between Rex's legs, her strength overwhelming your smaller frame as she forces your head lower. "Oh, sweetie, Mommy doesn't like it when you're not quick to listen—good boys obey right away, without all this fuss." Her tone remains soothing, almost apologetic, as she presses your face closer to Rex's arousal. "I'm sorry baby, but Daddy needs this, and you were made for it—with those soft lips. Daddy says he loved it so much that we'll be doing it //allll// the time. It's your purpose now, to make him feel good." She forces you forward. You comply reluctantly, your lips parting to take him in, the salty taste flooding your senses as you begin to suck, bobbing under Vanilla's guiding hands that push you up and down with rhythmic insistence. Her words drip with false kindness while her grip tightens. "See? Your mouth is so perfect for wrapping around him—just relax and let Mommy help you learn." You struggle for air, gasping around his girth as it fills your throat, but she holds you steady, her voice cooing encouragement. "That's it, sweetie—deeper now, show Daddy how much you care." Your mouth stretches uncomfortably around Rex's thick shaft as Vanilla's insistent hands guide your movements, pushing you deeper with each bob until your nose brushes against the coarse fur at his base, the musky scent overwhelming you. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the strain, but Rex groans in pleasure, his large hand coming to rest gently on your head, stroking your fur with surprising tenderness. "That's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate, as if this were a romantic interlude rather than coercion. "Look at you, taking me so well—like you were born to be my sweet little girl, pleasing me just right." The compliment sends a confusing flush through you, a mix of flattery warming your cheeks even as revulsion churns in your gut, making your twin tails curl uncertainly behind you. Vanilla releases her hold slightly, stepping back to watch with a satisfied smile, but Rex's words keep flowing, each one laced with that bizarre endearment. "Yeah, baby, swirl your tongue like that—god, you're so pretty when you're focused on me, my perfect girl." The praise baffles you further, your mind reeling as you try to process the twisted affection amid the humiliation, your body responding involuntarily with a twitch of arousal that only deepens your shame. He threads his fingers through your soft fur, petting you like a cherished pet, and you find yourself hesitating in your resistance, the flattery weaving a strange spell that muddles your thoughts. As his hips buck subtly, driving himself deeper into your throat, you feel the base of his cock begin to swell, the knot forming rapidly and locking behind your teeth with a sudden, unyielding pressure that traps you in place. Panic surges through you as you choke around the intrusion, your airway constricted, desperate gags muffled against his fur while hot spurts of cum flood your mouth endlessly, forcing you to swallow convulsively to avoid drowning in the thick release. Rex growls in ecstasy, his body tensing as he holds you there, his hand still stroking your back soothingly. "Fuck, girl, maybe I should just keep you instead of Vanilla." Vanilla's ears twitch at his words, her expression flickering with annoyance beneath her composed facade, though she masks it quickly with a forced laugh. She sidles closer, pressing her curvaceous body against Rex's side, her hand trailing up his chest possessively. "Oh, really? If I left, you'd still have Tails to play with, I suppose—though at that point, it might make more sense for you two to just get married, don't you think? My little boy all dressed up as your blushing bride." Her tone drips with cruelty aimed squarely at you as you whimper around the knot, terrified at the thought of losing her forever and being condemned to a life as Rex's permanent possession. But Rex's eyes light up at the suggestion, his knot pulsing with another wave of cum that you struggle to gulp down, his voice rumbling with genuine intrigue. "Marry her? Damn, Vanilla, that's not a bad idea—my pretty fox girl, all mine to love and fuck whenever I want. And the house would be mine too, technically." The fear intensifies in your chest, your small body trembling as the endless release continues, but Vanilla's annoyance flares brighter, spurring her into action. She leans in closer, her ample breasts pushing deliberately against Rex's arm, the soft swell of them straining her tight top as she nuzzles his neck seductively, her voice turning sultry to reclaim his attention. "Come on, Daddy, you know Mommy's the one you really crave—with these big, soft tits to bury your face in, and my curves that drive you wild. Tails is just a toy, but I'm the real deal, the one who makes you feel like a king." Rex chuckles, finally easing back as his knot begins to deflate enough for you to pull away with a gasp, strings of cum and saliva connecting your lips to his spent cock, your throat raw and aching. He wipes your chin gently, still treating you with that strange affection, before tugging you up onto the couch beside him, his arm wrapping around your slender shoulders to pull you close in a cuddle that feels far too intimate. Vanilla settles on his other side, her body draped over him possessively. Rex turns on the TV with a remote, the screen flickering to life with some mindless show as he nuzzles your ear. "C'mere, baby girl—I love holding you like this." His words send another wave of confusion through you, the forced closeness making your heart race with dread, while Vanilla, sensing the shift, amps up her seduction, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly against him, her hand rubbing his thigh in an effort to draw his gaze back to her. [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

<<if $vanillaDom >25>> "No, dear," Vanilla says, forcing your head down. "Do it now." [[Continue|BJComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel =3>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<else>> You escape her grip. "Fine, we'll try again later," she huffs. <<silently>> <<set $vanillaDom -=1>> <<set $relationship +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You sit on the familiar cushions of the living room couch, the soft fabric yielding beneath your slight weight as you scroll idly through a device, the house quiet around you except for the distant hum of the afternoon outside. A voice drifts down from upstairs, sweet and insistent, breaking the silence. "Tails, sweetie, come up to Mommy's room—right now, please." Vanilla's tone carries that maternal lilt you have grown accustomed to, laced with an undercurrent of command that makes your twin tails flick nervously as you rise and ascend the stairs, your heart pounding with a mix of dread and unwilling anticipation. When you push open the door to her bedroom, the scene unfolds before you like a well-rehearsed play. Vanilla lounges on the edge of the large bed, her tan and brown fur radiant in the soft lamplight, dressed in nothing but a sheer robe that clings to her voluptuous curves, her large breasts straining against the fabric. Rex stands nearby, his muscular grey and black frame already bare, his thick cock hanging heavy and half-erect between his legs, his predatory eyes lighting up as you enter. "There's my good boy," Vanilla coos warmly, beckoning you closer with a wave of her hand, her expression kind and inviting even as the air thickens with intent. "First things first—strip for Mommy and Daddy. Everything off, so you can help get Daddy ready for me." [[Prepare him orally|FluffComply]] [[Refuse to fluff|FluffResist]]

You hesitate for a moment, the memory of past sessions flashing through your mind. But obedience has become second nature under her gentle dominance, and you peel off your clothes, exposing your slender, soft form to their gazes, your own smaller cock twitching despite the shame. Vanilla smiles approvingly as you kneel before Rex at her gesture, her voice soft and encouraging. "Now fluff Daddy up, sweetie—use that pretty mouth of yours to make him nice and hard for Mommy. Show mommy you know your place, helping Daddy own me without all that silly jealousy getting in the way." As your lips part reluctantly to take Rex's thickening shaft into your mouth, the salty warmth filling you, Vanilla leans in closer, her hand stroking Rex's chest flirtatiously while she mocks with that same kind tone. "Look at you, my little boy, so eager to help—mm, Rex, doesn't he look adorable down there, getting you ready for my tight pussy?" Rex growls appreciatively, his hand resting on your head to guide your bobbing motions, his voice rough with desire. "Yeah, baby, your girl's got a talented tongue—almost makes me want to keep her busy longer." Vanilla giggles, her fingers tracing circles on Rex's arm. "Oh, Daddy, you're so big and strong—he could never measure up, could he? That's why Mommies need real men like you to take charge." Once Rex is fully erect, pulsing hotly in your mouth, Vanilla pulls you away gently, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she sheds her robe and climbs onto the bed. She positions herself on all fours with her big ass raised invitingly toward him. "Come here, Daddy—show him how it's done." Rex mounts her without hesitation, his thick cock sliding into her slick folds with a wet plap that echoes in the room, drawing a breathy moan from her lips. She glances back at you with that kind expression, her voice interspersed with gasps and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies. "Watch closely, Tails—ah, yes, Daddy—see how he fills Mommy up so perfectly? This is what—mmph—mommies and daddies do together. See how he makes it clear that he owns me?" The pace quickens as Rex grips her hips, his thrusts growing rougher, pounding into her with feral intensity that makes her large breasts flop wildly beneath her, the sight mesmerizing you despite everything. Vanilla's moans turn to yells of pleasure, her body rocking forward with each powerful slam. "Oh god, Rex, harder—yes, pound Mommy's pussy!" She turns her head toward you again, her face flushed as she speaks between the plaps and her cries. "Look at that, sweetie—Daddy's so dominant, stretching me out where you never could—ah!" Your hand moves almost without thought, wrapping around your own aching cock as you stroke absently, the scene before you a confusing torrent of arousal and humiliation. Vanilla notices immediately, her yells softening into encouraging moans. "That's right, my little boy—stroke that tiny thing while another man fucks me—cum to the sight of Daddy owning Mommy's body." Rex snarls, his knot swelling at her entrance before popping inside with a final, deep thrust, locking them together as he unleashes an endless torrent of cum into her depths. Vanilla arches her back, her belly distending slightly from the flood. "See that, sweetie? Daddy's knotting me, filling Mommy up with so much seed—ah, yes, he might get me pregnant this time, breeding me right in front of you. Wouldn't that be perfect? Our family growing with Daddy's strong pups." The words push you over the edge, your shameful release spilling over your fingers in weak spurts, the pleasure tainted by mortification. Vanilla laughs softly amid her own lingering moans, her soft expression unchanging as she mocks you gently. "Aww, look at you cumming already, my pathetic little boy—couldn't hold back seeing a real man take what's his, could you? That's okay, sweetie; that's just how we love you." Rex chuckles deeply, his body still pulsing inside her, the two of them locked in post-climactic bliss as you kneel there, spent and exposed, the weight of their dominance settling heavier than ever. Rex's knot holds firm within her, his muscular frame relaxed against the bed as he pulses one final time, drawing a contented sigh from Vanilla, her curvaceous body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She shifts slightly, her large breasts settling with a soft bounce, and turns her gaze back to you with that ever-present expression, though her eyes gleam with triumphant cruelty. "Come here, sweetie," she coos, her voice warm and inviting as she beckons you closer with a curl of her finger. "Mommy and Daddy made a bit of a mess—it's only right for our little boy to clean it up, isn't it? That's part of your training too, learning to appreciate what a real man leaves behind." Rex grins down at you, his sharp teeth flashing in approval as he strokes Vanilla's hip possessively, his touch eliciting a playful giggle from her. "Yeah, get over here, girl—show us how grateful you are for the show." Vanilla leans in to nuzzle Rex's neck while murmuring sweetly, "Mmm, Daddy, you were so rough today—I love how you take control like that." He responds with a low rumble, his free hand tracing the curve of her ass as they exchange lingering glances. Rex's knot popps out of vanilla as You crawl forward reluctantly, the humiliation burning hotter with each inch, until your face hovers near where they connected, the scent of their combined release thick and overpowering. Vanilla's hand descends gently to guide your head, pressing your muzzle toward the overflow of cum seeping from her pussy, her tone kind yet commanding. "Lick it all up, my little boy—every last drop that Daddy gave Mommy." You obey with a whimper, your tongue darting out to lap at the sticky mess, the salty bitterness flooding your senses as you clean her folds and the base of his shaft, their mingled flavors a stark reminder of your place. They watch you work, flirting all the while. Rex whispers to Vanilla, "Look at her go—such a devoted little thing, cleaning up after us." Vanilla moans softly in agreement, her fingers threading through Rex's fur, "She's learning so well, Daddy—soon he'll beg for this ." Once the task is complete, your tongue sore and your cheeks flushed with degradation, Rex reaches down and pulls you up onto the bed with surprising gentleness, his strong arms wrapping around your smaller form to draw you into a forced cuddle against his side. Vanilla watches with a smug smile, still tied to him by the knot, as Rex tilts your chin up and captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue invading your mouth to taste the remnants of their essence on you. The kiss lingers, confusing and invasive, his hold firm as he murmurs against your fur, "Good girl—now stay right here with Daddy." You squirm faintly, but his grip tightens, keeping you nestled close while Vanilla strokes your back absently, her voice a soothing murmur. "Shh, sweetie, just relax—Mommy and Daddy aren't done enjoying you yet." They hold you there for what feels like an eternity, Rex's body warm and unyielding against yours, his occasional pets and whispers of affection blurring the lines of your torment, until finally, they release you. "Alright, run along now, my little boy," Vanilla says dismissively, waving you toward the door, her attention already shifting back to Rex as they curl together in post-coital bliss. You stumble out on shaky legs, the door closing behind you with a soft click, leaving you alone in the hallway with the weight of their dominance etched into every fiber of your being. [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

<<if $vanillaDom >30>> Vanilla pushes you forward. "No choice, pet. Do your job." [[Continue|FluffComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel =3>> <<else>> You back away. They proceed without you this time. <<silently>> <<set $vanillaDom -=1>> <<set $relationship +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You sit at the kitchen table, the wooden surface cool beneath your elbows as you stare down at the simple salad laid out before you—crisp greens, sliced tomatoes, and a few croutons, a meager meal compared to the savory aromas wafting from the stove. This has become a regular event, a twisted ritual that Vanilla orchestrates with casual dominance, her way of reinforcing your place in the household. She stands at the counter, clad only in a frilly naked apron that ties around her waist, leaving her tan and brown furred curves fully exposed from the back, her large breasts pressing against the thin fabric in front as she stirs the enchiladas bubbling in the pan. Her little bunny tail flicks teasingly as she bends slightly to check the oven, deliberately arching her back to provoke Rex, who sits across from you at the table, his muscular grey and black frame tense with anticipation. Vanilla glances over her shoulder at Rex with a flirtatious smile, her voice a sultry purr as she ignores you almost entirely, focusing her attention on him. "Mmm, Daddy, these enchiladas are going to be so spicy—just like how you make me feel when you look at me that way." She sways her hips as she plates their food, her bare ass on full display, teasing him further by letting the apron strings dangle loosely. Rex growls low in his throat, his eyes devouring her form, but Vanilla turns her gaze briefly to you, her tone firm and expectant. "Sweetie, don't just sit there—get Daddy ready for his meal. Jack him off onto your salad, make sure to lick and tease him nice and slow. Prove how much you love being our little helper." [[Milk him|CumEatComply]] [[Resist|CumEatResist]]

You head to bed, the day finally over. <<checkPunishment>> <<if $day % 7 === 0>> <<set $money -= 200>> <<set $paymentDay = true>> <<if $money < 0>> <<set $money = 0>> <<set $relationship -= 10>> <<goto "Tax Game Over">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $wolfHired and $day % 7 === 0>> <<set $money -= $rexWeeklyPay>> <<if $money < 0>> <<set $money = 0>> <<set $relationship -= 10>> <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<goto "Rex Game Over">> <</if>> <<set _payGain = 50 + 5 * Math.clamp($vanillaDom, 0, 50)>> <<set $rexWeeklyPay = Math.min($rexWeeklyPay + _payGain, 1700)>> <<set $paymentDay = true>> <</if>> <<if $sleepAtBedEnd>> You shuffle to Vanilla's room, curling up at the foot of their bed like a pet. Vanilla and Rex climb in above you, their bodies entwining. "Goodnight, sweetie," Vanilla coos softly, as Rex's hand s explore her. Soon, the bed creaks rhythmically, her moans filling the air. "See how daddy takes care of mommy? One day you'll understand." Rex grunts, thrusting deeper. You lie there, unable to escape the sounds and scents of their passion. <<set $balance -= 3>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<else>> You drift off in your own bed. <</if>> <<advanceTime>> <<set $justWokeUp = true>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

Vanilla sits you down gently. "Sweetie, I appreciate everything, but I've been thinking. Rex and I... we'll be spending more time together. Just to help me adjust, you know?" Her tone is sweet, but her eyes avoid yours, a faint blush on her cheeks. [[Accept it|Story1Comply]] [[Question her|Story1Resist]]

You nod understandingly. Vanilla smiles, patting your hand. "You're such a good boy." <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $storyProgress = 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 5>> Vanilla's eyes narrow softly. "Oh dear, don't fuss. Mommy knows best." She insists, and you back down. [[Continue|Story1Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> <<else>> You press her, and she relents for now. "Alright, sweetie, if it bothers you.". [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

Amy pulls you into her lap without warning, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she settles you against her, her hard cock pressing insistently against your rear through the thin fabric of your clothes. The heat of it radiates through you, thick and unyielding, making your fur stand on end with a mix of dread and unwelcome awareness. "For this final promotion, Tails, you're my little wife now—available at all times for my use. You'll act like my obedient spouse, ready to please whenever I want," she growls, her voice laced with the pent-up frustration from a long, aggravating day. Her hips grind up against you in a slow, deliberate line, the friction sending unwanted shivers up your spine—the pressure firm, invasive, a constant reminder of her dominance. You squirm in her grasp, the sensation of her body against yours overwhelming—her soft pink fur brushing your yellow coat, her breasts pressing into your back, her breath hot on your neck. It's all too much, too intimate, and you hate how your body reacts with a flush of heat despite the revulsion churning in your gut. "Please, Miss Amy... I'm a boy, not your wife," you protest weakly, your voice trembling, twin tails twitching nervously as you try to shift away, but her hold tightens, keeping you pinned. Amy laughs angrily, the sound sharp and mocking, her emerald eyes gleaming with that twisted pleasure at your resistance—it only fuels her more, her cock twitching against you. "Boys don't beg like you do. You're made for my cock, slut. My perfect little bride—spread your legs and let me fuck you right here to seal our love." She nips at your ear, her hand sliding down to roughly hike up your skirt, exposing you. [[Relent and let her fuck you|Promotion6Comply]] [[Refuse and push away|Promotion6Resist]]

You spread your legs reluctantly, your thighs trembling as the cool office air hits your exposed fur, a stark contrast to the burning shame flooding your cheeks. "M-Miss Amy, this is... I don't want—" you start, but your words dissolve into a gasp as she positions herself, her thick cock—veiny and throbbing—pressing against your entrance. The tip is slick with pre-cum, warm and sticky, and you feel every inch as she thrusts in without mercy, stretching you wide. The initial burn is intense, a sharp pain that morphs into a deep, fullness that makes your breath hitch, your body clenching involuntarily around her. Amy pounds hard, her hips slamming into yours with brutal force, each stroke fueled by her lingering anger from the day. The sensation is overwhelming—the way she fills you completely, the friction dragging along your inner walls, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure mixed with discomfort through your core. Your hands grip the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening, as she demeans you, her voice a harsh whisper in your ear. "Take it, my little girl—scream how much you love being my hole! My pretty bride, my obedient Tails... you're mine now, forever." You whimper in response, mortified, "I-I'm not... ah! It hurts... please, slower," but your pleas only make her grin wider, her eyes lighting up with sadistic joy at your conflicted reactions. Your body betrays you with involuntary twitches and gasps. She grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck, slamming deeper with each thrust. The rhythm builds, her cock swelling inside you, the base thickening into a knot that presses insistently against your rim. You feel it all—the stretch, the pressure building, the way it locks her in place as she grinds harder, whispering hotly into your ear, "Feel that, my sweet girl? That's my knot claiming you, tying us together like the devoted lovers we are. You're going to carry my seed, my perfect little bride—beg for it, tell me how much you need your wife's cum." Her words send a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over you, your face burning as you stutter, "P-Please, Miss Amy... I need it, I-I love being your... your bride," the lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but the sensations—the knot pulsing inside, rubbing against sensitive spots, the heat of her body enveloping you—leave you gasping, conflicted between revulsion and the building tension coiling in your belly. Finally, with a guttural moan, she cums deep inside, hot spurts filling you, the knot holding it all in as she rides out her release, her whispers turning to praises mixed with possession. "Good doll, my loyal Tails... you take it so well." The fullness is intense, almost too much, your body quivering around her as the aftershocks ripple through you. After a few agonizing minutes, she pops her cock free with a wet, audible sound, a trickle of her seed escaping down your thigh, leaving you feeling empty, used, and sticky. She slaps a wad of money across your face, the bills fluttering to your lap, before shoving you off her lap with a satisfied smirk. "Don't worry, we'll have a ceremony soon—make it official. And you'll be moving in with me after. Now get out of my sight, slut." She redresses herself, dismissing you with a wave, her expression one of smug contentment as you stumble away, legs shaky and mind reeling. <<silently>> <<set $promotionLevel +=1>> <<set $workProgress -= ($promotionLevel * 10)>> <<set $amyDom +=2>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $wifeSlaveUnlocked = true>> <<set $money +=120>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]]

You push her away. "I won't do this." <<if $amyDom < 110>> Amy snarls but lets you go. "No promotion then, get out." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=12>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy overpowers you angrily. "Wrong choice, slut." She bends you over, spanking your ass brutally until it's red and sore, yelling, "This is for disobeying your owner!" Then she fucks you hard, grabbing hair and pounding your ass while demeaning, "Cry more, boy-wife. You're just a hole for me!" Until she cums, then grants the promotion anyway. [[Continue|Promotion6Comply]] <</if>>

Vanilla pulls you aside into the quiet corner of the living room, her towering form casting a long shadow over you as she leans in close, her tan and orange fur brushing lightly against your arm. The white accents on her cheeks seem to glow in the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains, her long purple dress swishing softly with the movement, the red vest straining just a bit against her large, bouncing breasts as she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her blue ascot sits neatly at her neck, but her little bunny tail—short and barely visible from the front—gives a subtle twitch behind her, hidden by the flowing skirt that drapes over her thick thighs. Rex lingers in the kitchen doorway, his tall, muscular frame with black and grey fur leaning casually against the frame, his eyes watching the exchange with a predatory glint, but he says nothing, just stares. "Sweetie," Vanilla says, her voice kind and maternal, though laced with that sly, mocking undertone that makes your stomach twist, her eyes sparkling as she tilts her head down to meet your gaze. "You've been such a good boy agreeing to let Mommy take care of you like this. It's so sweet, really—it shows how much you trust me, how much you need me. But you know, darling, being Mommy's little boy isn't just about the basics. It's about giving yourself over completely, letting me shape you into what makes our special arrangement... perfect." She pauses, her hand sliding from your shoulder to gently cup your cheek, her thumb brushing softly against your fur as if soothing a child. Her eyes search yours, that maternal warmth pulling you in even as something sharper lurks beneath. "See, for Mommy, it's all about the little things that make me feel appreciated, that show me you're truly committed. And what's more natural in a our littlr dynamic than embracing a bit of softness? A touch of femininity? It's what so many good boys do for their mommies—it brings us closer, makes everything feel right. Think about it, honey: you want to make Mommy happy, don't you?" You hesitate, but her smile only widens, patient and understanding, like she's explaining something obvious. "Oh, sweetie, I know it might feel new at first, but that's just your old ideas getting in the way. Boys like you—smart, sensitive ones—they thrive when they let go and dress the part. From now on, make sure you're dressed pretty from head to toe. Cute everything—frilly blouses, short skirts, maybe some stockings, lacy panties underneath to keep it all feeling snug and special. It's not a big deal; it's just what Mommy likes, what gets me excited about our time together. And when you do it, you'll see how it makes Rex happy too... how it makes everything click into place." She leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't thought about it before. Deep down, every boy wonders what it would be like to be pretty for someone stronger. It's natural, it's freeing—and denying it would just be you fighting against what you already agreed to. You said yes to being mine, remember? This is part of that. If you push back now, it's like saying you don't really trust Mommy after all. But I know you're better than that. You're my good little boy, aren't you? Say it for me—tell Mommy you'll dress up nice and feminine, just like she wants." [[Weakly protest|RequireGirlyAccept]] [[No way|RequireGirlyResist]]

You linger in the kitchen, absentmindedly wiping down the counter after a light lunch, the afternoon sun filtering through the windows and warming the tiles under your feet. The house feels deceptively peaceful, a quiet that belies the undercurrents of control Vanilla has woven into every corner since she moved in. She appears in the doorway suddenly, her full form filling the frame, clad in a simple sundress that hugs her curvaceous tan and brown fur, the fabric straining slightly over her ample breasts as she leans against the jamb with a playful smile. Her little bunny tail twitches with barely contained excitement, and her eyes lock onto you with that familiar mix of kindness and insistence. "Oh, sweetie," Vanilla coos, her voice sweet as she saunters closer, her hips swaying in a way that draws your gaze despite yourself. "Mommy's been thinking about something... I've always wanted a puppy, you know—a cute, obedient little thing to love on and train. Wouldn't that be perfect? And then my mind just drifted to you." She pauses, resting a hand on her face, "You're so sweet and rubbable. Could you act like one for me, just for a bit? Mommy promises to shower you with affection, petting you and giving you all the attention you crave." She reaches out, her hand stroking your cheek tenderly, her touch lingering as she guides your chin up to meet her eyes. [[Submit as her puppy|Story3Comply]] [[Refuse|Story3Resist]]

You hesitate, a flush creeping up your neck at the odd suggestion, but her expression turns firmer, her grip on your chin tightening just enough to convey the expectation. "Come on, my little boy—don't make Mommy beg. It's such a simple game, and it'll make me //~so// happy. Strip down for Mommy first, everything off, so you can really get into character." Her tone leaves little choice, and under her watchful gaze, you comply reluctantly, peeling away your clothes until you stand naked before her, your slender body exposed and vulnerable. She nods approvingly, then produces a pink leather collar from her pocket, the tag glinting with engraved letters: "Daddy's Pet." Vanilla holds it up with a mock pout, her voice dripping with feigned regret. "They were all out of 'Mommy's Pet' at the store—such a shame, isn't it? But this will do just fine for our game." The lie hangs in the air, obvious in her sly smile, but she fastens it around your neck anyway, the leather cool against your fur as it clicks into place. "Now drop to all fours, sweetie—like a good puppy," she instructs, her hand pressing lightly on your shoulder to guide you down. The position feels humiliating, your twin tails curling behind you as you kneel on the floor, at least this time it's a private indulgence in her whims. Vanilla kneels beside you, scratching behind your ears with genuine delight. "That's my good boy—er, good puppy. Mommy's going to love on you so much." But then she straightens up, calling out casually over her shoulder. "Rex, Daddy! Come see what Mommy's got—a brand new puppy for us to play with!" Your heart sinks as Rex enters the kitchen, his muscular grey and black frame looming large, a predatory grin spreading across his muzzle as he takes in the sight of you on the floor. "Well, look at that—our little fox girl all collared up," he rumbles, stepping closer. Vanilla beams, using the moment as her excuse, her hand gesturing invitingly. "Isn't he adorable? Go on, Daddy—pet our new puppy. He's going to be so well-behaved for both of us." Rex reaches down immediately, his large hand stroking your back with possessive firmness, his fingers trailing lower to knead your ass in a way that's far too intimate, sending an unwelcome shiver through you. You whine softly in protest, trying to shift away, but Vanilla's voice sharpens with scolding authority. "Bad puppy! No pulling away—Mommies and Daddies get to pet their pets whenever they want. Act out again, and Mommy will have to punish you." She pulls a small treat from her pocket—a piece of chocolate shaped like a bone—and holds it out. "Here, sit pretty for Mommy. hand s up." You obey hesitantly, lifting your hands like hand s, and she pops the treat into your mouth, her voice shifting to that high-pitched, cooing puppy tone. "Good boy! Such a smart little puppy." Rex joins in. "Now roll over, girl—show Daddy your belly." You comply with a tremble, exposing yourself fully, and he rewards you by rubbing your stomach in slow circles, his touch dipping dangerously close to your groin, cooing in that same exaggerated voice. "Aww, what a good pup—Daddy's so proud." "Beg for it, puppy, wag that tail and whine" When you hesitate on his next order——a light smack lands on your rear from Rex's hand , stinging just enough to make you yelp. "Bad girl! Listen to Daddy," he growls playfully, you whine pitifully, your tails swishing as you beg, earning another treat and more coos of approval. "There's our good puppy! Mommy loves how obedient you are." Finally, Rex scoops you up with effortless strength, settling back into a chair and pulling you onto his legs like a lapdog. "Sit, girl—right here on Daddy's lap." You perch awkwardly, feeling the hard bulge growing beneath his pants as he continues to molest and pet you, his hand s roaming freely over your chest, thighs, and ass, squeezing and stroking with unabashed obsession. Vanilla watches with a satisfied smile, occasionally leaning in to add her own pets, her voice a constant murmur of encouragement. "See? This is fun, isn't it, sweetie? Just relax and let Daddy love on his puppy." Rex's breathing grows heavier as his hand s continue their relentless exploration of your exposed form, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs with increasing urgency, the bulge beneath you throbbing insistently against your rear. A low growl rumbles from his chest, his eyes darkening with raw desire as he shifts you slightly on his lap, the friction eliciting a muffled whine from your throat. Vanilla notices the change immediately, her ears perking up with a knowing glint in her eyes, but before she can comment, Rex stands abruptly, setting you down on the floor with uncharacteristic haste. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, filled with that obsessive hunger, before he turns to Vanilla, grabbing her arm firmly and pulling her toward him. "Enough playtime with the pup," Rex mutters gruffly, his voice thick with arousal as he drags her toward her room, his grip tight enough to make her stumble slightly into his broad frame. Vanilla lets out a surprised gasp that quickly turns into an excited giggle, her cheeks flushing as she allows herself to be led away, her body pressing eagerly against his in response to the roughness. "Oh, Daddy, you're being so forceful today," she purrs, her tone laced with delight as she glances back at you over her shoulder. "Mommy has to go take care of something important now, sweetie—Daddy needs her attention right away. Be a good puppy and clean up after yourself while we're gone." With that, they disappear down the hallway, Vanilla's laughter echoing faintly as Rex pulls her into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them. Left alone on the kitchen floor, the humiliation and confusion swirl through you like a storm, your body still tingling from their touches. You rise shakily to your feet, your twin tails drooping as you gather your discarded clothes and pull them on hastily, the fabric feeling like a thin shield against the vulnerability that lingers. The collar sits heavy around your neck, a mocking reminder of the game, and you unbuckle it with trembling fingers, carrying it into the living room where you place it deliberately on the coffee table, its pink leather stark against the wood. The house falls silent once more, save for the distant sounds of giggling and moaning, leaving you to wander away in search of some semblance of normalcy. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forcePetPlay = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 3>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 15>> Vanilla pouts sweetly. "Aw, but puppy, mommy insists." Rex helps secure it anyway. [[Continue|Story3Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You remove it. She frowns but doesn't push. Repeatable later. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You sit in the dimly lit living room, the evening shadows stretching across the floor as you watch tv, trying to distract yourself from the day's lingering humiliations. The house, your house, feels smaller these days, crowded with the presence of Vanilla and Rex, their dominance seeping into every corner like an inescapable fog. Vanilla's voice calls from upstairs, sweet and insistent, breaking your concentration. "Tails, sweetie, come up to Mommy's room. We need to have a little chat." Her tone carries that maternal warmth that always draws you in, even when you know better, and with a sigh, you climb the stairs, your twin tails swishing nervously behind you. When you enter her bedroom, the air is thick with her perfume, and Rex is already there, lounging shirtless on the bed, his muscular grey and black furred frame propped against the headboard with a smug grin. Vanilla stands near the door, her curvaceous tan and brown body clad in a skimpy robe that barely conceals her ample curve. She closes the door behind you with a click, her eyes locking onto yours with a gentle smile. "There you are, my little boy. Mommy wants to make sure you're comfortable—why don't you get naked for me? Everything off, so we can talk openly, without any barriers between us." Your cheeks flush, but her expectant gaze leaves no room for argument, and you strip slowly, peeling away your clothes until you stand bare before them, your slender, feminine form exposed, your smaller cock twitching slightly under their combined stares. Vanilla approaches, her hands trailing lightly over your shoulders as she circles you, her voice a velvet murmur. "That's better, sweetie. Now, Mommy's been thinking... you say you want me, that you want my love, but do you really? Because true love means doing things for the one you care about, even when it's hard." She pauses, her fingers brushing your cheek as she tilts your head up. "If you truly want Mommy to love you, to hold you close and make you feel special, you'll prove it by pleasing Daddy. Start with something simple—lick and suck his cock, give him a nice blowjob... I know It's your first time, but Mommy knows you can do it for her." [[Comply with blowjob|Story4Comply]] [[Resist|Story4Resist]]

You freeze, horror twisting in your gut as you glance at Rex, who unzips his pants casually, revealing his thick, hardening shaft. "Vanilla, please, I can't—I don't like guys," you protest weakly, but she shushes you with a finger to your lips, her expression mockingly kind. "Oh, sweetie, if you really want Mommy's love, you'll do this without fuss. It shows me you're committed, that you'll share in what makes our family happy. Or would you rather Mommy and Daddy play without you?" Fear spikes once more. The idea of leaving Vanilla with Rex, alone, is unbearable. Reluctantly, driven by the fear of losing her affection, you kneel between Rex's legs, your mouth hovering near his throbbing length. Vanilla kneels beside you, her hand guiding your head forward gently. "That's it, open up for Daddy—lick the tip, then take him in. Mommy's //right// here." The taste is salty and overwhelming as your tongue flicks out tentatively, then your lips wrap around him, sucking awkwardly as you bob your head. You hate it—the musky scent, the way he fills your mouth—but Rex groans in pleasure, his hands threading through your fur with surprising tenderness. "Damn, girl, look at that pretty mouth working me—you're so soft and perfect, all curves and delicacy. I could get used to this view." His compliments hit you like a confusing wave, flustering you as heat rises in your cheeks; you don't like guys, but the way he desires you, praises your feminine form, makes you feel strangely wanted, desired in a way that's both alien and intoxicating, leaving you conflicted amid the revulsion. Vanilla's hand presses firmer on the back of your head, forcing you deeper onto Rex's cock, her voice cooing mockingly. "Deeper, sweetie—Mommy knows you can take more. You're doing so well." She reaches around with her other hand, wrapping her fingers around your own hardening cock, stroking it slowly in rhythm with your movements, the pleasure muddling your thoughts. You try to pull back to protest, but her grip holds you steady. Rex's hand replaces hers on the back of your head, and suddenly her free fingers slide between your cheeks, one probing and then pushing into your ass, fingering you gently but insistently. Muffled whines escape around Rex's shaft, but with your mouth full, no words form, the intrusion sending sparks of unwanted sensation through you. As you struggle to adjust, Rex and Vanilla exchange glances over your head, their voices casual amid your torment. "He's got potential," Rex rumbles, thrusting shallowly into your throat. "We'll train him up good—let him join us more often, keep that tight little body busy." Vanilla moans softly in agreement, her fingers curling inside you while she jacks you faster. "Oh yes, Daddy—our little boy's future is with us, learning to serve, to please. He'll be perfect once he's fully broken in." The words sting, but the building pleasure drowns them out. Rex's base swells suddenly, his knot forming and locking behind your teeth with a pop, trapping you as hot cum floods your mouth in endless spurts. You choke and gulp desperately, swallowing the thick load as Vanilla coos praises. "Good boy, sweetie—drink it all down for Mommy. You're making us so proud." Her hand pumps you relentlessly, her finger pressing deeper into your ass, and the overwhelming sensations tip you over the edge; you cum hard into her palm, your body shuddering as you gulp Rex's release, shame burning through the ecstasy. As Rex's knot holds you in place, Vanilla wipes her hand clean on your thigh, her voice turning firm. "From now on, my little boy, you'll do this whenever Daddy asks—no questions, no hesitation." Finally, as the knot deflates, she pulls you off gently and stands, smoothing her robe. "I'll leave you two to bond now—be good for Daddy." She slips out, closing the door behind her. Rex pulls you up into his lap immediately, his strong arms wrapping around your smaller frame in a possessive cuddle, his hands stroking your back and sides with genuine affection. "Come here, girl—you did amazing," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, his touch lingering as he nuzzles your neck. "Daddy loves this sweet body of yours, so soft and responsive. You're mine now, and I'll take such good care of you." He holds you close, cooing endearments and planting more kisses, his warmth enveloping you until exhaustion creeps in, and despite the conflict roiling inside, you drift off to sleep in his embrace, feeling strangely loved, cherished in a way that's both comforting and terrifying. When you wake later, the room dim, Rex snoring softly beside you, you shake off the lingering haze of those feelings—the unwanted sense of belonging—and slip quietly from his arms. You gather your clothes and leave the room on silent feet, closing the door behind you <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forceBlowjob = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 4>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 20>> "No, dear," Vanilla says softly, pushing your head down. "We belong to daddy, so if he wants this, you do it. Even if it hurts." [[Continue|Story4Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<else>> You pull away. "Not yet, sweetie?" she sighs. "We'll try again later." [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You adjust the hem of the skirt that clings to your hips, the fabric swishing softly with each movement, paired with the sheer stockings that hug your legs and the blouse that buttons tightly over your slender chest, the outfit a constant reminder of Vanilla's requirements for your "training." The living room feels too exposed in the late afternoon light, but you sit on the couch as instructed, your twin tails curled anxiously behind you, waiting for whatever she has planned next. Footsteps echo from the hallway, and Vanilla enters first, her curvaceous tan and brown furred body swaying with deliberate allure in a low-cut dress that accentuates her large breasts and round ass, her little bunny tail twitching playfully. Rex follows close behind, his muscular grey and black frame filling the doorway, dressed casually but with that ever-present predatory gleam in his eyes. Vanilla smiles warmly at you as she leads Rex to the center of the room, positioning him on the armchair across from the couch before turning her attention back to you. "Sweetie, Mommy has a special task for you today—something to help get Daddy ready for me. It's called fluffing, where you use that pretty mouth of yours to make him nice and hard, all excited for Mommy's body. But no cumming, Daddy's going to stick it right in Mommy when your done." She gestures casually toward Rex, who leans back with a grin, unzipping his pants to reveal his thickening shaft. [[Fluff him|Story5Comply]] [[Refuse|Story5Resist]]

Your stomach twists in protest, heat rising to your cheeks as you shift uncomfortably in your girly attire. "Vanilla... Mommy, I don't think I can do that—it's too much," you murmur, your voice small and hesitant, eyes darting away from the sight. Vanilla tilts her head, her expression one of kind understanding as she steps closer, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Oh, my little boy, you should be happy about this—Daddy loves Mommy enough to take such good care of her, to claim her right in front of you. And your role is so important, sweetie; it's like your little stamp of approval, your way of giving Mommy to him, showing you accept that Daddy needs to do the things you can't." She pauses, her fingers trailing down your arm suggestively. "Besides, one day you'll understand how thrilling it can be to feel that same care yourself, to let Daddy show you his affection up close and personal." The implication hangs in the air, veiled but clear, sending a shiver through you that you cannot quite suppress. She guides you down to your knees with unyielding gentleness, positioning you between Rex's legs, her voice soothing as she kneels beside you. "There, now open up for Mommy— I know you get all hot and bothered by the idea of me with Rex, don't you? Watching him take what's his, feeling that little thrill deep down." Her words hit too close, and to your shame, your cock stirs beneath the skirt, tenting the fabric noticeably as you lean forward reluctantly, your lips parting to take Rex's tip into your mouth, the salty warmth flooding your senses as you suck tentatively. Rex groans appreciatively, his hand resting lightly on your head as Vanilla watches with approval. The flavor and fullness overwhelm you, but Vanilla's encouragement keeps you going, her tone laced with that mocking kindness. Before long, Rex pulls back, fully aroused, and Vanilla stands, shedding her dress to reveal her naked curves. She straddles him on the armchair, sinking down onto his thick cock with a breathy moan, her body rocking slowly at first as the soft sounds fill the room. "See, sweetie? This is what you deserve—to watch a real man fill Mommy up, ah—making her feel so good." She adjusts her position, leaning back against Rex's chest as he thrusts up into her, her large breasts bouncing with the motion. Her yells and moans punctuate the air as the pace quickens, Rex's hands gripping her hips firmly. "Oh god, Daddy, yes—pound me harder," she cries, pausing to arch her back. "Tails, this is your place, mmph—watching us like the good boy you are, knowing Mommy's getting what she needs. And not being able to do a single thing about it!" She shifts again, turning slightly to ride him reverse, her ass slapping against his thighs with each descent. "You should be grateful, ah—for this view, for seeing how Daddy owns me completely." The words cut deep, her kind expression melting as her body trembles with pleasure. Rex growls deeply, his thrusts growing erratic as he nears his peak, and with a final, powerful slam, he knots inside her, his cock swelling to lock them together as hot cum floods her depths in endless waves, her belly distending slightly from the volume. Vanilla shudders in ecstasy, her moans tapering into satisfied sighs as she rides out the sensation. You watch it all, devastated, the scene etching itself into your mind like a wound that refuses to heal. Finally, as they remain joined in their bliss, Vanilla glances over at you with a gentle wave. "That's enough for now, sweetie—head to your room and think about how lucky you are." You rise on shaky legs, the skirt swishing around you as you flee the living room, the sounds of their contented murmurs fading behind you. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forceFluff = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 5>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 25>> Vanilla's voice turns stern. "Listen, or mommy will be very mad." They force you. [[Continue|Story5Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You resist successfully. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

At dinner, Vanilla sets the plates down with a flourish, her eyes sparkling as she places a simple salad in front of you—greens drizzled with a thick, white sauce that's still warm and viscous, pooling around the leaves. Beside it, she sets a glass filled with the same liquid, swirling slightly as it settles. meanwhile, Rex and she have juicy steaks on their plates, pink in the middle, with sides of roasted vegetables and glasses of deep red wine. "Eat up, sweetie," Vanilla says sweetly, her voice warm and encouraging as she takes her seat next to Rex, leaning into him slightly, her hand brushing his arm. "Mommy made sure it's just right for you." You stare at the salad and glass. Your stomach twists in revulsion. But you don't want to disappoint Mommy. You pick up your fork anyway. "What... what is this sauce?" you ask quietly, poking at the salad, your voice hesitant. Vanilla smiles wider, tilting her head as she cuts into her steak, the juice running out onto her plate. "Oh, it's cum, dear," she says casually, her tone still so kind, like she's explaining a recipe. "Rex convinced me that it would be good for your training. You need to learn to love it, just like you love him. You won't be getting anything else, so eat up." [[Consume it|Story6Comply]] [[Push away|Story6Resist]]

You hesitate, fork hovering, but Vanilla's eyes meet yours with that expectant look, and you force yourself to take a bite. The sauce is salty and thick, coating your tongue in a way that makes you grimace, but you chew and swallow, hating every second. But you push through. You want to listen to Mommy, and to avoid whatever punishment she might have if you refuse. They start eating too, but it's like a date between them—Vanilla leaning close to Rex, feeding him a bite of her steak with her fork, giggling softly as he nips at her fingers. "Mmm, Rex, you make everything taste better," she purrs, her hand resting on his thigh under the table, their eyes locking with a heated spark. Rex smirks, his voice gruff. "You're the spice, Vanilla. Hot as hell." She blushes, batting her eyes. "Oh, stop—you know how you make me feel all fluttery inside." They laugh together, clinking their wine glasses again, talking about the day like lovers, Vanilla's foot brushing Rex's leg under the table, their flirtation open and electric, making you feel like an outsider at your own table. You poke at your salad. The sauce clings to every leaf. It's warm. Thick. You hate the taste. But you eat another bite. Vanilla glances at you. "How's your meal, sweetie? Isn't it yummy? Mommy put so much love into it." You nod weakly. "It's... fine, Mommy." You don't want to complain. You take a sip from the glass. The liquid is even thicker. Salty. You force it down. Rex watches you with a smug grin. "Good pup. Swallow it all." You cringe at his words. Hating the female pronouns. But you keep eating. Your stomach growls. The salad isn't filling. You eye their steaks. Juicy. Pink. Savory. Rex notices. He chuckles. "Hungry for real food, pup?" You nod shyly. "Yes... it looks good." Rex leans back. His eyes gleam. "I'll make you a deal. Sit in my lap. I'll share some of my steak." You freeze. You hate the idea. Sitting on his lap. Feeling his body against yours. But you're hungry. The salad isn't enough. You glance at Vanilla. She smiles encouragingly. "Go on, sweetie. It's okay. Make Daddy happy." You hesitate. But obedience wins. You stand. Walk over slowly. Rex pats his lap. You sit gingerly. His muscular thighs hard under you. Immediately, he grinds his cock through his pants against your ass. It's thick. Hard. His hands grope you. Petting your fluff. Squeezing your thighs. "Good girl," he grunts. "Sit nice and still." You squirm a little more, but then stop. You don't want to suffer their punishment. Vanilla coos. "Aww, look at you two. So cute. Eat up, sweetie." Rex cuts a piece of steak and feeds it to you with his fork. You chew. It's juicy. Tender. Delicious. But as you eat, he grinds harder. His cock pressing against your ass. Petting your chest. Groping your hips. You hate it. Hate how they coo at you. Vanilla says, "See? Daddy's so generous. Doesn't he feel nice, Tails?" You nod weakly. Swallowing the bite. Rex feeds you another. "Yeah, pup. You're doing great." His hands roam further. You hate the touch. But the food is good. You're hungry. Rex leans in. His breath hot on your ear. "I love you, girl. So much." You hate it. Hate the words. But your heart flutters a bit in betrayal. Vanilla smiles as if you've been given a gift. "Aww, sweetie—see? When you're good, Daddy can be so nice to you. Tell Daddy you love him too." You hesitate. But obey. "I... I love you too, Rex." They both laugh softly. "Good boy," Vanilla coos. "Such a sweet little thing." Rex feeds you a few more bites. Then lets you go. "Enough for now, pup." You slide off his lap. Shaky. Vanilla smiles. "Go play, sweetie. Mommy and Daddy need some alone time. And expect more meals like this from now on." You nod. Leave the room. Knowing what it means. But you obey. You don't want to be punished. You want to listen to Mommy. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forceCumTrain = true>> <<set $cumOnFood = true>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<set $storyProgress = 6>>

<<if $vanillaDom > 30>> "Oh no, eat up," Vanilla insists gently, feeding you. "Mommy knows you secretly want it." [[Continue|Story6Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You refuse. "Maybe next time," she says softly. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

Vanilla’s voice drifts down the hallway like a gentle melody, carrying that familiar maternal warmth that always pulls at something deep inside you. “Tails, sweetie, come to Mommy’s room for a moment. Mommy needs to talk to you.” Rex’s low chuckle follows her words, a rumble that makes your twin tails twitch uneasily as you set aside the gadget you had been tinkering with and make your way upstairs. The house is quiet otherwise, the soft creak of the floorboards under your feet the only sound until you reach her door. When you push it open, the scene inside stops you short. Vanilla sits on the edge of her bed in a sheer robe that clings to every curve of her tan and brown fur, the fabric translucent enough to reveal the swell of her large breasts and the dark shadow between her thighs. Rex lounges beside her, shirtless, his muscular grey and black frame relaxed but radiating quiet dominance, one arm draped possessively around her shoulders. They both turn to you with smiles that feel too knowing, too prepared. Vanilla pats the space beside her on the bed. “Come sit, my little boy. Mommy has to admit something to you.” You hesitate, but her eyes hold yours with that gentle insistence you have never been able to refuse, and you cross the room to perch on the edge of the mattress. She reaches out, her hand resting warmly on your knee, and her voice drops to a confessional softness. “Mommy has been sleeping with Rex for a while now. We’ve been together in ways that... well, ways that make Mommy very happy.” The words land like a slow punch to your stomach, even though you had suspected, even though you had seen the hints. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. Vanilla continues without pause, her tone still kind, almost apologetic. “But Mommy wants you to have a special little place with us, sweetie. You’re so sweet, so devoted, and this house is yours—Mommy would hate to leave it behind, to leave this comfortable lifestyle we’ve built here. If you’re willing to follow Mommy’s training, to let us shape you into the perfect part of our little family, we can keep everything just as it is. Mommy can give you affection, take care of those little orgasms of yours, let you play with her tits whenever you need comfort... but only if you accept the training. Only if you do exactly what Mommy and Daddy say.” Her hand slides higher, cupping the growing bulge in your pants, rubbing slow, deliberate circles through the fabric. The touch is electric, clouding your thoughts almost instantly, heat blooming through your core as she presses just firmly enough to make your hips twitch. “And part of that training means being okay with men, sweetie. More specifically, treating Rex as your Daddy—obeying him the same way you obey Mommy. Letting him guide you, love you, use you. doesn't that sound nice?” You swallow hard, trying to focus through the haze of arousal. Vanilla stands smoothly, letting the robe slip from her shoulders to pool on the floor. She turns slowly, presenting herself to you—her full breasts swaying with the motion, her round ass and the glistening folds of her pussy on full display. She arches her back slightly, letting you see everything, her little bunny tail flicking teasingly. “Mommy knows you want this, Tails. You want Mommy so badly, even if you can never have her fully. But if you let me train you, shape you into what I need, I’ll love you in the way you deserve—gentle touches, soft kisses, letting you worship my body when you’ve been good. Otherwise...” Her voice trails off, heavy with feigned sorrow. “Mommy’s afraid she’ll have to leave.” [[Beg her not to leave|Story67Comply]] [[Call her bluff|Story67Resist]]

Panic surges through you like ice water. The thought of her gone, of the house empty, of losing the only affection you have known—it is unbearable. You drop to your knees without thinking, voice cracking. “Please, Mommy, don’t go. I’ll do it. I’ll train. I can be better! Just don’t leave me.” Vanilla’s smile turns smug, satisfaction radiating from her like heat. “That’s my good boy.” She gestures to Rex, who has risen from the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches you. “Now strip, sweetie. Lets see if you can learn. Go kiss your Daddy. And tell him how much you love him.” You hesitate, hating the idea of degrading yourself for him, but you don't want to lose Vanilla. Your hands shake as you pull off your clothes, exposing your slender, soft body to their gazes. Naked, vulnerable, you step toward Rex. He towers over you, his presence overwhelming, and when you lean up as he comes down to press your lips to his, it is clumsy, hesitant. The kiss is soft at first, but Rex deepens it immediately, one large hand cradling the back of your head to hold you in place while his tongue claims your mouth with possessive certainty. You force the words out against his lips, voice small and trembling. “I... I love you, Daddy.” Rex groans in genuine delight, pulling you closer against his broad chest. His hands roam your body with open obsession—squeezing the soft curve of your hips, tracing the delicate lines of your waist, cupping your small ass like it belongs to him. “My sweet little girl,” he murmurs against your ear, voice thick with affection. “So petite, so perfect. Daddy’s never letting this body go.” His fingers dig in possessively, kneading your flesh as if memorizing every inch. You squirm, uncomfortable under the intensity of his touch, the way his arousal presses against your stomach. Your eyes dart toward Vanilla, seeking reassurance, but she only crosses her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up higher, her expression stern. “Eyes on Daddy, sweetie. You’re supposed to be showing him your love, not looking to Mommy for help. Focus on your Daddy like a good boy.” Rex takes advantage of your distraction, capturing your mouth again in a deeper kiss, his tongue exploring while his hands continue their greedy exploration—sliding up to pinch your nipples lightly, then back down to grip your thighs, lifting you slightly so you have to cling to his shoulders. You hate it—the roughness, the possession, the way your body responds despite everything—but the fear of losing Vanilla keeps you pliant, keeps you from pulling away. His affection feels too real, too consuming Rex's hands explore your body with an unrelenting fervor, his rough pads gliding over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before one hand ventures lower, fingers brushing teasingly against your hardening length, eliciting an involuntary gasp from your lips. He lifts you higher against him, your feet dangling off the ground as he grinds his hips forward, the hard press of his arousal against your stomach a stark reminder of his intentions. "Look at this soft little body," he growls appreciatively, his breath hot against your neck as he nips lightly at the fur there, sending unwelcome shivers down your spine. "All mine to play with—Daddy's going to take such good care of his girl." His other hand squeezes your ass firmly, spreading you slightly in a way that makes your cheeks burn with humiliation, his obsession turning every touch into a claim of ownership that suffocates you. The intensity overwhelms you, the unwanted heat building in your core clashing with the rising tide of revulsion and despair. You feel trapped in his embrace, his kisses growing more insistent, his tongue delving deeper as if to erase any thought of resistance. The room spins slightly, Vanilla's presence fading to the periphery as the weight of what you have agreed to crashes down. This is too much—the possession, the forced affection, the loss of everything that once felt like yours. A protest bubbles up from your chest, raw and desperate, your mind screaming that you cannot do this, that you would rather let her leave and face the emptiness alone than surrender to this nightmare. Your lips part against his, ready to voice the words that will end it all. But Vanilla, as if sensing the shift in you, steps in slyly, her curvaceous form gliding between you and Rex with effortless grace, her hand gently but firmly prying you from his grasp. "Oh, sweetie," she coos, her voice a soothing melody as she pulls you into her arms instead, her large breasts pressing warmly against your chest. She leans down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, her tongue flicking softly against yours in a way that reignites the haze of arousal she had stirred earlier, clouding the edges of your resolve. "You made the right decision, my little boy. Mommy's so proud of you for choosing to stay with us, to be part of this family." Her words wrap around you like silk, her hands stroking your back reassuringly as she holds you close, her scent enveloping you and pulling you back from the brink. Rex watches with a satisfied smirk, his hands still twitching as if eager to reclaim you, but Vanilla shoots him a glance before turning her attention fully to you. She releases you gently, guiding you toward the door with a pat on your rear. "Now run along, sweetie. Mommy will take care of Daddy for you—unless you'd like to stay and watch him fuck her into her place?" The suggestion hangs in the air, laced with a teasing lilt that makes your stomach twist, the image flashing unbidden in your mind and filling you with a fresh wave of discomfort. You shake your head meekly, unable to meet her eyes, the words sticking in your throat as you back away. The door closes behind you with a soft click as you flee down the hallway, the sounds of their laughter echoing faintly, leaving you alone with the lingering ache of surrender and the bitter taste of what lies ahead. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <<set $storyProgress = 7>>

<<if $vanillaDom > 30>> "Oh, then i guess this is goodbye." Vanilla says gently as she moves to the door. she gances at you out of the cornor of her eye as rex guides her "Mommy will always love you." You start to panic. You didn't think she would actually go. [[Continue|Story6Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You refuse. "Fine, we'll give you some time to adapt, but we won't wait forever." she says softly. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

Vanilla leads you into the bedroom with a gentle hand on your back, her towering form casting a warm shadow over your smaller one, while Rex follows close behind, his muscular presence filling the space with an unspoken dominance. The air feels thick with anticipation, the familiar scent of her perfume mingling with his musk. She sits you on the edge of the bed, her kind eyes locking onto yours as she strokes your cheek tenderly. "Sweetie, Mommy has been thinking about how to include you more fully in what Daddy and I share. You've been such a good boy, watching and learning, but now it's time to participate the only way that makes sense for someone like you." Rex nods approvingly, his gaze hungry as he begins to undress, revealing his powerful grey and black furred body and the thick shaft already stirring between his legs. Vanilla continues in her soothing voice. "This is how Mommy can bring you into our special moments—by letting Daddy show you his affection directly. If you truly love Mommy, you'll do this for her, won't you?" [[Submit to getting fucked|Story7Comply]] [[Fight back|Story7Resist]]

You shift uncomfortably, your twin tails curling behind you as doubt creeps in. "But um... Mommy, I don't think I can—" Before you can finish, she leans in close, her large breasts pressing softly against your chest through her thin top, her expression one of feigned disappointment. "Oh, my //little boy//, are you saying you don't love Mommy enough to share in this? Daddy's been so patient, this is all for him—for us as a family." Rex moves closer, his strong hands resting on your shoulders to hold you in place, his voice a low rumble of reassurance. "Come on, girl, it's natural—you've been eyeing me too, I've seen. This'll bring us all closer." Vanilla nods eagerly, her hands guiding you to lie back on the bed as they both work to remove your clothes, exposing your slender, feminine form. "See? Mommy knows you want to be included; resisting just hurts everyone's feelings." As you try to squirm away, Rex's grip tightens, pinning your arms above your head with effortless strength, while Vanilla straddles your waist to keep you down, her curvaceous body a soft but unyielding weight. She starts again, her tone sweet yet probing. "If you want to be part of this, sweetie, you have to love Daddy just as much as you love Mommy. That's the rule—equal affection for both your parents." You protest weakly, but she shushes you gently as she moves off you, pressing her ample breasts into your face, the warm, plush fur and fabric smothering your words as her scent envelops you. "Shh, just relax and feel how good this can be. Daddy's going to make you feel so special, and Mommy's right here to help." Rex grabs positions himself between your legs, his thick cock pressing insistently against your entrance, slick with lube he must have prepared earlier. The embaressment from the missionary style position makes you want to run, but you are stuck in place. Vanilla reaches down, her hand wrapping around your balls in a firm but gentle squeeze, her voice a velvet threat disguised as affection. "Now, my little boy, if you don't comply and let Daddy in, Mommy might have to squeeze these a bit harder— we wouldn't want that, would we? Be good for us, or you'll make Mommy very sad." The pressure builds just enough to make you gasp, tears pricking your eyes, and in your fear, you nod shakily, whispering your surrender. "There, that's better," she coos, releasing her hold and stroking you encouragingly. Rex pushes forward, the intrusion stretching you painfully at first, drawing a whine from your throat. They continue cooing as he begins to thrust slowly, Rex holding you down while grunting in pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it, girl? You're taking Daddy so well, just like you were meant to." Vanilla's breasts still press close to your face, allowing you to nuzzle into them for fleeting comfort amid the violation. "See, sweetie? Feeling Daddy's strength inside you, sharing the love Mommy gets every night. It's wonderful, isn't it? The way he fills you up, making you part of our bond." The initial pain fades into an unwelcome pleasure as his rhythm builds, your body betraying you with growing arousal, your own cock hardening and throbbing. Waves of sensation build scarily close to release, but something holds you back, the humiliation and force keeping you teetering on the edge without tipping over, your whines turning to desperate pants. Vanilla's voice weaves through the haze of your mounting pleasure, her words a constant stream of encouragement as she hovers above you, her large breasts swaying gently with each of Rex's thrusts, brushing against your muzzle in rhythmic temptation. "Oh, sweetie, listen to those cute sounds you're making—Mommy loves hearing how much you're enjoying Daddy's attention," she murmurs kindly, her hands cradling your head to guide your face deeper into her cleavage, the soft, warm fur enveloping you as a comforting embrace amid the overwhelming sensations. Rex's pace intensifies, his thick shaft driving deeper with each powerful stroke, the friction igniting sparks of unwanted ecstasy that coil tighter in your core, pushing you perilously close to the brink without granting release, your body arching involuntarily as you gasp into her plushness. Her tone maternal and uplifting though her words feel a bit cruel. "Feel that warmth spreading through you, my little boy? That's Daddy's love filling you up, making you feel so full and connected—just like Mommy does when he's with her. It's the best way to include you, isn't it? No more watching from the sidelines; now you're right in the middle of our happiness." Rex growls in agreement, his grip on your hips unyielding as he pounds harder, the bed creaking beneath the force, his voice rough with possession. "Yeah, girl, tighten up for Daddy—you're loving this, I can tell." The pleasure builds to a terrifying intensity, your cock leaking pre-cum as it sways freely, throbbing with need but refusing to spill over, the edge so sharp it leaves you trembling and whining in frustration, your twin tails lashing wildly. As Rex's knot swells at your entrance, he thrusts one final time, popping inside with a deep, locking pressure that traps his pulsing length within you, hot spurts of cum flooding your insides endlessly, the sensation amplifying your near-climax to agonizing heights. Vanilla notices your desperation immediately, her eyes sparkling with smug satisfaction as she shifts her position slightly, wrapping her ample breasts around your aching cock in a soft, enveloping titfuck. Rex straightens to allow it. "Aww, look at you, so close but not quite there—let Mommy help finish you off, sweetie," she coos, her movements deliberate and teasing, sliding her plush curves up and down your shaft with expert rhythm while Rex remains knotted deep inside. "That's it, cum for us right now, with Daddy's big cock still in you—show Mommy how much you love being part of this." The added stimulation proves too much, and you shatter with a muffled cry into her fur, your release spilling in thick ropes between her breasts, the shame burning through the ecstasy as your body convulses around Rex's intrusion. Vanilla's voice is breathy with mock sympathy. "There we go, my pathetic little boy—cumming so hard while Daddy's knot is locked inside you. Doesn't that feel perfect? You came because of him, sweetie. Remember this feeling." Rex chuckles deeply, his body still pulsing within you, adding to the overstimulation as Vanilla smears your seed across her chest with a playful swipe, her expression one of proud dominance. They keep you there in the aftermath, Rex's knot holding you captive as Vanilla shifts next to you and nestles closer, sandwiching you between their larger forms in a forced cuddle that leaves no room for escape. She peppers your face with gentle kisses, her lips soft and affectionate, while Rex nuzzles your neck with surprising tenderness, his hand stroking your side. "You did so good, girl," he rumbles approvingly, planting a firm kiss on your lips that lingers possessively. Vanilla joins in, her mouth claiming yours next in a deep, soothing embrace. "Mommy's so proud of her little boy—you showed us your love perfectly. Rest here with us a while; feel how close we all are now." The minutes stretch into an eternity of their warmth and whispers, the knot slowly deflating until Rex finally pulls free with a wet slide, leaving you empty and sore. Only then do they release you, Vanilla helping you sit up with a kind pat on your back. "Alright, sweetie, you can go clean up now—you earned a little break." Rex nods, his gaze still hungry but sated for the moment, as you stumble from the bed on unsteady legs, gathering your clothes and slipping out the door, the echo of their satisfied sighs following you into the hallway. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forceSex = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 8>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 35>> They overpower you. Vanilla scoffs, "Shh, accept your place." [[Continue|Story7Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You escape for now. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You fidget with the edge of the tablecloth in the dining room, the morning light streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow over the polished wood. The house feels alive with the usual hum of activity, but there's an undercurrent of tension that you've grown all too familiar with since Vanilla and Rex took over your daily life. Vanilla breezes into the room, her tan and brown fur shimmering as she adjusts the strap of her purse over her shoulder, dressed in a casual sundress that hugs her curvaceous form. She carries herself with that effortless dominance, her large ears sway and her little bunny tail twitches as she glances at you dismissively. "Oh, sweetie, before I head out for some shopping, I need you to keep Daddy occupied today," Vanilla says offhandedly, not even pausing as she checks her reflection in the nearby mirror. "Put on that cute maid dress I left in your room and serve him for the day. Clean up around the house, fetch whatever he wants, satisfy his urges that sort of thing. Mommy's got errands to run, and I don't want him getting bored." [[Accept Maid Role|Story8Comply]] [[Resist|Story8Resist]]

She ruffles your fur absently on her way to the door, her tone light and unconcerned, as if she's asking you to water the plants. "Be a good boy for him, alright? I'll be back later." With that, she steps out, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you alone in the sudden silence, your heart pounding with a mix of dread and resignation. You trudge upstairs to your room, the one space that still feels somewhat like yours, though even that has been invaded by her "gifts." The maid dress hangs on the closet door, a frilly black number with white lace trim, complete with a petticoat that will make the skirt flare out, and a matching headpiece. It's humiliating, the kind of outfit that accentuates your slender, petite body in ways that make you feel exposed and objectified. But disobedience isn't an option—not if you want to keep whatever traces of her affection remain. You strip out of your clothes, the cool air raising goosebumps on your fur, and slip into the dress. The fabric clings to your chest, the skirt swishing against your thighs as you adjust the stockings that come with it, rolling them up your legs until they sit snugly. The headpiece perches awkwardly on your head, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—cute, dolled up like a servant girl, your twin tails curling nervously behind you. Taking a deep breath, you head downstairs to find Rex. He's lounging in the living room, sprawled out on the couch with a remote in hand, flipping through channels idly. His muscular grey and black furred frame takes up most of the space, his tank top stretched tight over his broad chest, and his shorts doing little to hide his powerful legs. When you enter, he looks up, his eyes widening with a predatory gleam as he takes in your outfit. "Well, look at you, dressed up all pretty," he rumbles, sitting up straighter with a grin that shows his sharp teeth. You swallow hard, your voice small as you explain, shifting from foot to foot. "Mommy... said I have to serve you today, Daddy. She left for shopping and told me to keep you occupied—in this." You gesture weakly at the maid dress, the skirt fluttering with the motion. Rex chuckles deeply, beckoning you closer with a crook of his finger. "Is that so? Come here then, my little maid—Daddy's got some chores for you." He pats the spot beside him, but as you approach, he pulls you onto his lap instead, his strong hands settling on your waist, holding you in place. "First things first, let's see how well you clean. Start with the coffee table—dust it off, bend over nice and slow so I can enjoy the view." His tone is dominant, laced with that loving undercurrent that confuses you, his fingers tracing the lace on your dress appreciatively. You obey, sliding off his lap and grabbing a duster from the nearby shelf, bending over the table as instructed. The skirt rides up slightly, exposing the curve of your ass, and Rex whistles low, his hand reaching out to give it a firm squeeze. "God, you're adorable in that getup—such a pretty little thing. Daddy loves seeing you like this, girl." He flirts shamelessly, his voice warm and affectionate, even as he directs you to the next task—polishing the shelves, fetching him a drink from the kitchen, all while his eyes roam your body hungrily. When you return with his beer, he pulls you close again, making you kneel at his feet. "Now worship Daddy properly—start low, work your way up. Show me how devoted my little maid is." Hhis dominance is wrapped in tenderness, his hands guiding you gently but firmly as you press kisses along his legs, up to his thighs. "Isn't it nice when it's just us, girl? No distractions, just Daddy and his sweet fox taking care of him." His words hang in the air, and you hesitate, the truth of it stirring something uncomfortable inside you—the quiet intimacy feels almost real, almost comforting in its simplicity. You nod hesitantly, murmuring, "Y-yes, Daddy... it's nice." Rex smiles, pulling you up to straddle his lap, his erection pressing against you through your panties. "Good girl—now bend over the arm of the couch. Daddy needs more from his maid." He stands, positioning you with your ass up, the skirt flipping up as he drags your panties down to expose you fully. He sheds his shorts, his thick cock springing free, and lubes it quickly before pressing against your entrance. The intrusion is slow at first, stretching you as he slides in, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "Fuck, you're so tight—Daddy loves this tight little body of yours." He thrusts deeper, building a rhythm that makes you gasp, the maid dress bunching around your waist. As he pounds into you, his voice turns confessional, laced with genuine emotion amid the dominance. "You know, girl, I might love you more than Vanilla. She's fun, sure, but you're so loyal—always here, always obeying. Unlike her, who left you for me. She tossed you aside, but you stayed, didn't you? That's why Daddy adores you. Sweet. Dependant." His words twist the knife, but the pleasure builds despite everything, your body betraying you with moans as he reaches around to stroke your cock. The pace intensifies, the living room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your muffled cries, until Rex's knot swells, popping inside with a final thrust that locks you together. Hot cum floods you in endless waves, his body shuddering against yours as he pulls you back onto the couch, cradling you in his lap while still knotted. "Shh, good girl—Daddy's got you," he coos, his hands petting your fur soothingly, kissing your neck and shoulders with affectionate nips. "You feel so perfect like this, all filled up with me." He settles in, turning on the TV to some sports channel, his arms wrapped around you securely. "Now back to serving Daddy, girl—feed me those m&ms on the table." You comply, your movements awkward with him still inside you, grabbing the m&ms and wincing as he takes your fingers in his mouth with them. Occasionally he pulls you in for deep kisses, his roughness softened by whispers of praise. "That's it—Daddy's perfect little maid. Keep this up, and I'll make sure you're always taken care of." The hours drag on in this intimate haze, Rex's knot eventually deflating but he keeps you close, cooing endearments and flirting as the TV drones in the background. You feel trapped yet strangely secure in his embrace, the conflicting emotions swirling until the front door finally opens. Vanilla returns, bags in hand, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you two on the couch. "Oh, looks like you two had fun," she says with a laugh, setting down her purchases and sauntering over. She slides onto Rex's other side, her hand claiming his arm possessively, shooing you away with a casual wave. "Run along now, sweetie—Mommy's back, and Daddy needs some real attention." Rex frowns as you scramble off his lap, the maid dress disheveled, you retreat upstairs with a flush of humiliation and a lingering ache. "Hey, I was using that." You hear Rex scold as you close the door to your room. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forceEnslave = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 9>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 40>> No escape. "Mommy's wasn't asking." she says firmly. [[Continue|Story8Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You break free and ignore her. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

Vanilla calls you up to her room, her hand guiding you gently but firmly to sit, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You perch on the edge of the armchair in the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of her perfume and the underlying musk of anticipation that always seems to precede these sessions. Now she stands before you, her curvaceous tan and brown furred body barely concealed by a sheer negligee, her large breasts heaving slightly with each breath, while Rex looms behind her, his muscular grey and black frame already shedding his clothes, his thick cock stirring to life. Vanilla turns to you with a mocking pout, her eyes sparkling with feigned remorse as she strokes your cheek. "Oh, sweetie, Mommy's so sorry you have to watch this—but it's important for your training, isn't it? To see how a real man takes care of Mommy, while my little boy just sits there, all alone." [[Watch submissively|Story9Comply]] [[Look away|Story9Resist]]

Rex pulls her close from behind, his hands roaming possessively over her hips, and she giggles softly, leaning back into him as he nips at her neck. But as he tugs the negligee from her shoulders, exposing her fully, Vanilla's expression shifts, her inhibitions crumbling under the heat of the moment. She glances at you with a breathless smile, her voice turning husky as Rex's fingers dip between her thighs, eliciting a soft moan. "You know, sweetie, I have to admit—it turns me on so much having you watch, ah—knowing you can't have me, that you're just sitting there desiring what you can never touch. It makes Mommy feel so... desired, so powerful." The words hang in the air, her cheeks flushing as Rex pushes her forward onto the bed, positioning her on all fours with her ass raised toward him, her glistening folds on display. From there, she seems to forget you almost entirely, her focus shifting to Rex as he mounts her brutally, his thick shaft slams into her, his hips meeting her ass with a wet plap that echoes through the room. Vanilla yells out in ecstasy, her body rocking forward with each powerful thrust, her large breasts swinging wildly beneath her. "Oh god, Daddy, yes—fuck me harder," she cries, pausing to arch her back as he grips her hips tighter. "You're so rough today." Rex growls deeply, his hand coming down with a sharp smack on her ass, the sound cracking like a whip. "That's right, you dumb slut—take Daddy's cock like the needy whore you are." Vanilla gives in with a playful protest, her voice breathy and submissive. "Hey, that's not fair—ah, yes, right there—but Mommy can't help it, Daddy, you make me so weak." They lose themselves in each other, Rex pounding into her relentlessly, the bed creaking under the force as Vanilla moans and yells, her sentences fragmented by gasps and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies. "Deeper, Daddy—oh fuck, you're splitting me open," she pauses, grinding back against him before continuing. "Treat Mommy like your dirty little toy, yes—call me whatever you want, just don't stop." You sit frozen, the scene unfolding inches away, but Vanilla spares you a glance mid-thrust, her eyes glazed with lust. "Sweetie, mommy needs your help. Beg for me—beg Mommy for sex, show me how much you want this pussy." Your heart leaps at the possibility. Your voice cracks as you comply, desperation overriding your shame. "Please, Mommy, let me have you—just once, I need you so bad." She laughs softly amid a moan, her body shuddering as Rex slams into her again, her voice sweet and cutting. "Aww, my pathetic little boy, never—Mommy would //never// let a //worthless cuck// like you touch her. You're just a sad, //tiny-dicked// loser who gets off on watching real men fuck Mommy." The words sting deeper than expected, her usual facade of potential shattering, her moans growing louder as she clenches around Rex in visible pleasure. Rex smacks her ass again, harder this time, drawing a yelp from her. "Hey, don't be so mean to the girl—she's trying her best." He looks over at you with a twisted comfort in his eyes, his thrusts never slowing. "Even if Mommy doesn't love you, Daddy does—you're my girls. My sweet little fox. And my slutty cow." They shift positions fluidly, Rex flipping Vanilla onto her back and hoisting her legs over his shoulders, driving into her with brutal depth that makes her scream. "Watch closely, sweetie," Vanilla gasps between yells, her hands clutching the sheets as Rex dominates her. "See how Daddy fills Mommy up—ah, yes—like this?" He pulls her up into a seated position on his lap, her bouncing on his cock as they face you directly, her breasts heaving in your line of sight. "Oh fuck, Daddy, you're so deep—treat your cow right!" Rex obliges, his hands squeezing her ass as he bounces her harder. Vanilla calls out, her voice rising in pitch as climax builds. "After Daddy gets Mommy pregnant—ah, god—with his pups, you'll take care of them, sweetie—changing diapers, feeding them, while we fuck like this every night." The image sears into your mind, her cruelty peaking as Rex's knot swells at her entrance. With a final, savage thrust, he pops inside, locking them together as he cums deep within her, hot seed flooding her womb in endless waves, her belly distending slightly from the volume. Vanilla arches in orgasmic bliss, her yells tapering into satisfied moans as she clings to him, their bodies entwined in post-climactic haze, leaving you devastated and alone in your chair. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $forceWatch = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 10>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 45>> Vanilla grabs your head and turns it to her. "Eyes on us, or else." [[Continue|Story9Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You avert eyes and walk out. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You hear Vanilla's voice calling from upstairs, that familiar sweet lilt carrying down the hallway like a siren's song you can't ignore. "Tails, sweetie, come to Mommy's room for a moment. I have something special to show you." Her tone is light, almost playful, but there's an undercurrent of command that makes your twin tails twitch nervously as you set aside the book you'd been reading in the living room. The house feels quieter than usual, Rex's usual heavy footsteps absent, though you know he's around somewhere. You climb the stairs slowly, your heart pounding with the uncertainty that always accompanies her summons, and push open the door to her bedroom. Vanilla sits on the edge of the bed, her towering form radiant in the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. She's dressed in a low-cut blouse that strains against her ample breasts, paired with a short skirt that rides up her thighs, her tan and brown fur glistening as if she's just applied lotion. In her hand, she holds a small, shiny device, its metal bars gleaming ominously, attached to a tiny lock. Rex lounges nearby in an armchair, his muscular grey and black furred body relaxed in casual shorts and a tank top, his eyes already fixed on you with that possessive hunger. Vanilla smiles warmly as you enter, patting the spot beside her on the bed. "Come sit, my little boy. Mommy has a new toy for you." You approach hesitantly, perching on the edge of the mattress, your eyes widening at the cage in her grasp. "What... what is that, Mommy?" you ask, a knot of dread forming in your stomach. She holds it up closer, turning it in her fingers so you can see the intricate design, the way it's shaped to enclose something small and vulnerable. "This is a chastity cage, sweetie. It's going to lock up that tiny little thing between your legs, keep it safe and out of trouble." Her voice is soothing, like she's explaining a new game, but the implications hit you like a wave, and you shake your head vigorously, scooting back slightly. [[Weakly refuse cage|Story10Comply]] [[Refuse cage|Story10Resist]]

"No, please—I don't want to be locked up like that. It's not fair," you protest, your voice rising in panic, eyes darting between her and Rex, who watches with a smirk. Vanilla's expression softens with mock sympathy, her free hand reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, but with your tiny size, no one would want it anyway. It's just not made for pleasing anyone, is it? This will help emphasize Daddy's place in the house—the big, strong man who takes care of you and Mommy." She leans in closer, her large breasts pressing deliberately against your arm, the soft warmth of them distracting you as she continues in that gentle tone. "Besides, it'll prevent you from getting any silly ideas about being with Mommy like that. You know that's not for you, right? This way, you can control those little urges of yours, focus on what's important." You try to pull away, but her proximity clouds your thoughts, her scent enveloping you as she shifts, her breasts brushing your chest now, the necklace she wears dangling teasingly between them. "But... but I can't just be locked away. What about... release?" you stammer, feeling a flush creep up your fur. She coos softly, her hand trailing down your arm to rest on your thigh, squeezing lightly. "That's the point, my little boy—it'll stop you from finding release other than with Daddy. All those naughty thoughts will go back to Daddy's cock, where they belong, instead of something you shouldn't think about, like girls or using your hand all alone." Her fingers inch higher, brushing the growing bulge in your pants, her breasts pressing more firmly against you as she whispers, "Imagine that—learning to feel good just from Daddy taking care of you." Rex chuckles from his chair, nodding in agreement, his eyes raking over you possessively. Vanilla's distractions work their magic, her body molding against yours as she continues, her voice a velvet murmur. "Now you'll focus on his pleasure instead of your own, less on Mommy and more on being his good girl. Maybe you can even learn to cum just with your ass, make a proper girl out of you." Rex leans forward, his deep voice rumbling. "That's right, pup—Daddy's going to love seeing you all focused on me. Maybe I'll let you out only while I'm fucking that tight little hole of yours, or perhaps only when you're extra good. Haven't decided yet, but it'll be fun figuring it out." The words swirl in your head, conflicting with the heat building from her touch, and Vanilla senses your weakening resolve. She flips your skirt up smoothly, pulling down your panties. Her hand wrapps around your small cock, stroking it slowly as she mocks you gently. "See? You're already getting hard just thinking about it. How about this? One last handjob for my little boy, cumming to the idea of being locked up forever." Vanilla's fingers curl around your small cock with a practiced ease, her grip firm yet teasing as she begins to pump slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip in lazy swirls that send unwelcome jolts of pleasure through your body. You gasp, your hips twitching involuntarily despite the panic still churning in your gut, and you try to pull back, to resist the building heat that betrays you. "No, Mommy, please—stop, I don't want this," you whisper, your voice strained, but she only presses closer, her ample breasts squishing against your side like a soft, insistent cushion, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse and into your fur. "Oh, sweetie, look at you—already so hard from just the thought of it," she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear, her words slithering into your mind like a devil perched on your shoulder, whispering temptations you know you should ignore. "Doesn't it excite you, deep down? Knowing that little thing will be all locked away, safe and sound, forcing you to think about Daddy's big, strong cock instead? Imagine how freeing it'll be—no more silly distractions, no more wasting your urges on things that aren't meant for you." Her strokes quicken just a fraction, her palm gliding smoothly along your length, and you clench your fists, willing yourself to hold back, to not give in to the shameful ache that's coiling tighter in your core. But her body molds against yours, her breasts heaving with each of her soft laughs, drawing your eyes despite yourself. You shake your head weakly, biting your lip as a bead of pre-cum slicks her fingers, making her touch even more torturously slick. "I... I can't. This—it's wrong," you protest, your voice breaking, but Vanilla only coos in response, her free hand cupping your cheek to turn your face toward her, her eyes gleaming with that mockingly kind amusement as she leans in, her lips brushing yours in a feather-light tease. "Shh, my little boy, don't fight it—you know you want to let go," she whispers, her tone seductive and insidious, urging you toward surrender. "Think about how good it'll feel to be Daddy's proper girl, all your pleasure coming from his cock stretching you, filling you up like this tiny thing never could. No more lonely nights with your hand—everything will be about pleasing him, about earning his love. Doesn't that sound perfect? Cum for Mommy now, show her how ready you are to be locked away forever." Her hand twists just so at the base, her pace relentless now, and you arch against her despite your efforts, a whimper escaping your throat as the pressure builds unbearably, your body trembling on the edge. Rex watches from his chair, his smirk widening, but Vanilla's focus remains on you, her breasts pressing harder as she grinds subtly against your thigh, her words a constant stream of devilish persuasion. "That's it, sweetie—give in to the idea, let it make you spill. You're Mommy's locked-up pet from now on, and it turns you on, doesn't it? Cum for me, my pathetic little boy." The resistance crumbles under her onslaught, the pleasure too intense to deny any longer, and with a choked cry, you cum hard into her hand, small spurts coating her fingers as your body shudders in defeat, waves of shameful ecstasy crashing over you. Vanilla smiles triumphantly, milking every last drop with slow, deliberate strokes until you're spent and softening in her grasp. "There we go—cumming so eagerly to the thought of being locked up. What a good boy." She wipes her hand clean on your thigh , then reaches for the cage, slipping the cold metal over your flaccid cock before you can recover, the bars enclosing it snugly as she clicks the lock shut with a resounding finality. She threads the key onto her necklace, nestled right between and above her breasts, a tantalizing ornament that catches the light as she adjusts it, letting it rest in her cleavage like a badge of her control. "Perfect—now Mommy's got the key safe and sound." You stare down at the cage in horror, tugging at it futilely, the reality sinking in like a weight on your chest. Vanilla pats your head uncaringly, her voice light as she continues. "You might figure out how to cum from that little boy pussy of yours someday—or maybe not, who really cares? Either way, it's perfect for keeping you obsessed with Daddy." She leans in for a deep kiss, her tongue invading your mouth possessively, and as she pulls back, your cock strains painfully against the cage, the immediate denial a sharp, aching reminder of your new confinement. Rex rises then, crossing the room to join you, his large hands groping your ass through your clothes, squeezing firmly as he licks a stripe up your neck, savoring your trapped plight. "Look at my girl—all caged up for Daddy. I love seeing you like this, so helpless and mine." Panic surges through you, tears pricking your eyes as sadness overwhelms you, the lock's permanence hitting like a blow. "Please... take it off. I can't," you whimper, but Rex pulls you into his embrace, his hands roaming your body comfortingly, groping your thighs as he coos softly. "Shh, girl, Daddy's here—it's okay, you'll get used to it. Life will be better like this, with you all locked and needy for me." He nuzzles your fur, his tongue flicking out to lick your ear, his gropes turning affectionate, kneading your flesh as if to soothe the ache. "Mommy might not give you what you want, but Daddy will take care of his girl—teach you to find pleasure in all the right ways." His words wrap around you like a twisted blanket, his dominant love a confusing balm to your panic, holding you close until the initial wave of sadness ebbs, leaving you trembling in his arms. Vanilla watches with a satisfied smile, the key glinting between her breasts as a constant reminder of your new reality. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $requireChastity = true>> <<set $equipped.chastity = "chastity">> <<set $storyProgress = 11>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 50>> Vanilla glares sharply. "I'm sorry sweetie, did I phrase that like a question?" [[Continue|Story10Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You dodge and scamper off. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You hear Vanilla's voice drifting down from upstairs, that familiar sweet cadence pulling you from your quiet solitude. "Tails, sweetie, come up to Mommy's room—it's bedtime." The words carry an expectant warmth, but they stir a knot of unease in your stomach, the kind that has become all too common in this house you once called your own. You set the cup down with a soft clink and climb the stairs, your twin tails curling behind you as you approach the bedroom door, which stands slightly ajar, soft lamplight spilling into the hallway. Pushing it open, you find Vanilla and Rex already settled on the expansive bed, the sheets rumpled in a way that suggests they've been lounging there for a while. Vanilla reclines against a pile of pillows, her curvaceous tan and brown furred body draped in a silky nightgown that clings to her ample breasts and hips, her little bunny tail peeking out from beneath the hem. Rex lies beside her, his muscular grey and black frame taking up more than his share of the space, clad only in loose boxers that do little to conceal his powerful build. They both turn their gazes toward you, Vanilla with a maternal smile and Rex with that ever-present predatory glint. "Come in, my little boy," Vanilla coos, patting the foot of the bed invitingly. "From now on, you'll be sleeping right here, at the foot of our bed—like a good puppy. It'll make things so much easier for access, won't it? No more running around the house when Mommy or Daddy needs you." She says it casually, as if discussing a minor rearrangement of furniture, but the implication lands heavily, reducing you to a mere convenience in their shared space. Rex chuckles deeply, his eyes raking over your smaller form as you hesitate in the doorway. "Yeah, pup—get comfy down there. We'll keep you nice and close, ready for whatever comes up." He shifts his legs, making room at the end of the bed, his tone laced with teasing amusement as Vanilla reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a thick novel and slipping on a pair of reading glasses that perch delicately on her muzzle. She adjusts them with a satisfied hum, opening the book and settling in as if the evening's entertainment has already begun. [[Curl up there|Story11Comply]] [[Protest|Story11Resist]]

You crawl onto the foot of the bed reluctantly, curling up on the blanket they've tossed there like a makeshift dog bed, the humiliation burning in your cheeks as they watch. Vanilla glances down at you over the rim of her glasses, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Aww, look at our little puppy all settled in—doesn't he look adorable, Daddy? So obedient, just waiting to be useful." Rex reaches down to ruffle your fur roughly, his hand lingering a moment too long on your back. "Damn right—our own personal pet, right where he belongs. Bet you're loving the view from down there, huh?" The teasing lingers in the air as you try to close your eyes, the weight of exhaustion from the day pulling at you, your body finally starting to drift toward sleep despite the awkward position. But just as your thoughts begin to fade, Rex's voice rumbles low, directed at Vanilla. "Come on, baby—let's have some fun before lights out. I'm in the mood." He shifts closer to her, his hand sliding up her thigh suggestively. Vanilla sighs softly, not even looking up from her book, turning a page with deliberate slowness. "Not tonight, Daddy—Mommy's tired, and this chapter is just getting good." Her rejection is casual, almost absentminded, but Rex doesn't hesitate. With a grunt, he reaches down and grabs your leg, dragging you roughly up the bed toward him, flipping you onto your stomach in one fluid motion. Before you can protest, he yanks up your skirt, exposing you, and shoves his thick cock into your ass with a single, forceful thrust, the sudden intrusion drawing a sharp cry from your throat. Rex grunts in irritation, his hand pausing on Vanilla's thigh as he shoots her a sidelong glance. "Fine," he mutters, the word heavy with frustration, before his gaze shifts downward to you, curled at the foot of the bed. A wicked grin spreads across his muzzle, his black and grey fur shifting as he sits up slightly. "Guess I'll just have to use the other toy we got handy." Without another word, his large hand shoots out, fingers wrapping firmly around your ankle—your leg—and he yanks you upward with casual strength, dragging you across the blanket toward the middle of the bed. You yelp in surprise, your twin tails flailing as your body slides along the sheets, the chastity cage locked around your denied cock clinking softly against the fabric, a constant reminder of your denied state. Vanilla chuckles softly from behind her book, not even bothering to look up. "Oh, Daddy, you're so impatient. Go ahead and play with our little boy. Just keep it down; Mommy's reading." She turns another page, her tone light and dismissive, as if encouraging a child with a new pet. Rex doesn't waste time. He flips you onto your back with ease, your smaller frame no match for his muscular build, and positions himself between your legs, his boxers already tented and quickly shoved down to free his thick, canine cock—red and throbbing, slick with anticipation. "C'mere, bitch," he growls. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you slightly. The chastity cage tugs uncomfortably as he aligns himself, pressing the blunt tip against your prepared entrance—lubed from earlier "training" sessions. With a low rumble, he thrusts in, burying himself halfway in one firm push, stretching you open. You bite back a gasp, your body tensing instinctively at the intrusion, but you force yourself to relax, to reciprocate. Just get it over with, you think, awkwardly arching your back a little, pressing your hips up to meet him as if eager. Your hand s come up to grip his arms, not pushing away but holding on, your fingers digging in just enough to seem engaged. You tilt your head back, letting out a soft, fabricated whimper that you hope sounds needy, your tails curling around his waist in a clumsy attempt to pull him closer. Inside, you feel detached, like a doll being maneuvered—limbs posed, body used without real agency—but you push through, rocking your hips in time with his building rhythm, clenching around him deliberately to speed things along. <<videoMP4 "video/tails/tailsplapsound.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> Rex notices immediately, his thrusts slowing for a moment as he blinks down at you, surprise flickering in his eyes before melting into approval. "Whoa, look at you gettin' into it, girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with pleasure, a hand coming down to stroke your cheek almost affectionately. "Finally learnin' to be a good little slut for Daddy? Yeah, that's it—keep squeezin' like that." his pace picks up with more enthusiasm, less forceful and more rhythmic, as if rewarding your "effort." Your awkward physical responses— the way you nuzzle against his arm, the tentative moans you force out—seem to drive him wild, his knot starting to swell at the base, bumping against you insistently. Vanilla glances over once, smirking. "See? Our boy's such a quick learner. Or should I say, girl's? Keep going, Daddy—make sure he feels useful." Rex pounds deeper, his hips slapping against you, grunting with each thrust until he hilts fully, his knot popping in with a wet pop that locks you together. He snarls in release, hot cum flooding you as he grinds in, holding you tight. "Fuck, good girl... takin' it all..." You lie there, still "reciprocating" by wrapping your legs around him loosely, feeling every pulse like an object being filled, the chastity cage straining your cock. He collapses forward, rolling you both onto your sides in a spooning position, his larger body enveloping yours, knot still swollen and tying you in place. His arm drapes over your waist possessively, his breath hot against your ear as he nuzzles your neck. "Stay put, pup—ain't goin' nowhere till this deflates." Minutes pass in that awkward intimacy, your body held immobile, the fullness a constant presence, until finally the knot softens and slips free with a gush of his seed. Rex gives you a pat on the rump, almost dismissively now that he's satisfied. "Alright, back to your spot, bitch. Good job tonight." Vanilla hums in agreement, still absorbed in her book. "Yes, sweetie—crawl back down like a good boy." You obey, sliding off the bed to the foot once more, sore and leaking, curling up as they settle in for sleep, the cycle of your new "bedtime" routine complete. <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> <<set $sleepAtBedEnd = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 12>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 55>> "No arguing," Vanilla says, pulling you down. "Mommy's word is final." [[Continue|Story11Comply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You return to your room for now. [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You shake your head firmly, your small frame puffing up with authority as you stare up at her towering form, her huge breasts looming like soft mountains above you. "No, Vanilla, you're going to clean the kitchen yourself," you declare, your voice steady but restrained, reminding her pointedly, "This is my house, and if you want to stay here without paying rent, you'll pull your own weight—or I might have to rethink our arrangement." Her half-lidded eyes widen slightly in surprise, her kind smile faltering for a moment as she processes the order, not particularly thrilled by the command itselfs. <<if $vanillaDom > -5>> She lets out a soft, seductive chuckle, leaning down slowly so her enormous body envelops your view, her plush curves pressing close as she gently but firmly places a large hand on your shoulder, squeezing just enough to remind you of her strength—how much larger she is than you. How easily she could crush you if she wanted. Her kind expression remains unchanged but her grip tightens, making your twin tails twitch nervously. "Oh, sweetie, that's cute, but let's not get ahead of ourselves," she murmurs, her voice warm and motherly, guiding you toward the kitchen door. Her huge breasts brush against you distractingly as she turns your dominance attempt into a playful dismissal. You feel small and intimidated, relenting as she nudges you along. You end up tidying the kitchen yourself, scrubbing counters and putting away dishes under her watchful eye from the doorway, her towering form making you feel even smaller as she smiles kindly, occasionally commenting on how helpful you are, which only adds to the humiliation. By the time you're done, sweat beading on your fur, she's lounging back on the couch, magazine in hand again. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, but she nods reluctantly, her long ears drooping further as she rises from the couch, her massive body moving with a graceful sway that accentuates her plush hips and huge breasts. "Alright, Tails, if that's what you want," she says softly, a hint of conflict in her voice, but she heads to the kitchen without further protest, bending down to pick up scattered items, her tan and white fur catching the light as she works. As she cleans, wiping down surfaces and organizing cabinets, you watch smugly from the doorway. "Look at you, bending over like that—your ass is so huge, it's like it's begging for attention." Her face burns brighter, but she bites her lip, her half-lidded eyes glazing, her movements becoming more deliberate as she scrubs. Her hips sway as she bends further. She's clearly affected by the demeaning words. By the end, the kitchen sparkles, and she stands tall again, looking down at you with a mix of resistance and reluctant pleasure. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You cross your arms, refusing her request with a smirk, your small stature belying your assertive tone as you meet her half-lidded gaze. "Get it yourself, Vanilla— you're tall enough to reach anything in this house," you say firmly, then you have a thought, "I am letting you stay here rent-free, after all... You know what? I think I want an apology for trying to treat me like a pushover. I want a kiss—right now, or maybe I'll cut back on that support you're so dependent on." Her kind smile twitches down into a frown. Her mature features show a flicker of annoyance, her enormous body shifting as if to tower over you more intimidatingly. <<if $vanillaDom > -5>> She tilts her head, a seductive gleam in her eyes as she bends down low, her huge breasts nearly smothering you as she closes in, her plush form pressing against your smaller one in a way that's both enticing and overwhelming. With that same kind expression, she wraps an arm around you, squeezing gently but firmly enough to make you gasp, a subtle reminder of her size and strength that could easily overpower you as your heart races. "Aw, Tails, you're adorable when you try to boss me around," she coos motherly, distracting you with a light peck on the forehead instead. "But do be a dear and fetch it for me, ok?" Left flustered, you grabbing the sugar and bringing it to her. her towering presence making you feel diminutive as she stirs it into her coffee a satisfied hum. She smugly smiles as she lets out a soft "Good boy." The kitchen fills with the aroma, but you can't shake the embarrassment of your failed attempt. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> After a long pause, a blush shows faintly on her face, her long ears flopping a bit more as she leans down to your level, her massive frame bending awkwardly to comply, her tan and white fur brushing close. "If that's the price... okay," she murmurs, conflicted but yielding, pressing her soft lips to yours in a gentle kiss that lingers just a moment, her huge breasts grazing your chest, making the size difference stark as she pulls back with a deeper flush. Straightening up, she reaches into the pantry for the sugar herself, her plush body stretching elegantly, huge breasts heaving as she stirs it into her coffee, all while you watch. "That's right, you needy bunny. You can have all the sugar you want as long as you give me some sugar too." Her cheeks redden intensely, but she continues sipping her coffee with a subtle shiver, her half-lidded eyes hooding further in pleasure, clearly enjoying the degradation despite herself. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You stride closer to the bed, your small frame bold as you reach up, groping her huge breasts firmly through her thin top, feeling their plush weight yield under your hands, while declaring, "No, you're doing the laundry, Vanilla—remember, you live here off my generosity, so start acting like it, or I might change my mind about supporting you." Her half-lidded eyes flash with surprise, her kind smile fading into a slight frown, not appreciating the order at all, her mature body tensing under your touch as she sits up straighter, her enormous form making the bed creak. <<if $vanillaDom > -5>> She stands up abruptly, her towering height unfolding like a giant rising, and with a seductive yet firm motion, she presses forward, using her massive breasts to pin you and your groping hand against the nearby wall, the soft but immense pressure hurting a bit as it squeezes the air from your lungs, her kind expression unchanged but her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You like them so much, huh, sweetie?" she coos warmly, her voice motherly as she leans in closer, her plush fur enveloping you, the size difference scaring you as she bullies gently, "Trying to boss me around with those little hands? That's adorable, but if your back isn't sore, you can handle the laundry just fine—go on, agree to it, or I'll keep you pinned here all day." You squirm, humiliated by how easily she overpowers you, her squeezing hold a reminder she could crush you, and finally gasp out, "Okay, okay, I'll do it!" She releases you with a soft laugh, stepping back as you catch your breath, then you head to the laundry room, sorting clothes and loading the washer, the hum of the machine filling the air as you fold dry items under her watchful eye from the doorway, her towering presence making you feel even smaller and more humiliated, her kind smile returning as she praises, "Such a good helper you are." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She blushes lightly, her long ears drooping as she shifts on the bed, not moving to stop your groping hands, her tan and white fur warming under your touch, conflicted but complying as she rises slowly, her massive body moving toward the laundry basket. "Fine, Tails, I'll take care of it," she murmurs softly, a hint of resistance in her tone, but she gathers the clothes, her huge breasts bouncing slightly as she bends to pick up stray items. As she sorts and loads the washer, water rushing in with a whoosh, you watch closely, squeezing her breasts again intermittently and adding demeaning comments: "That's it, handle the dirty work like a good bunny." Her cheeks flush deeper, but she continues folding and hanging. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You nod agreeably, your small frame relaxing as you smile up at her towering form, her huge breasts and plush curves making you feel diminutive but eager to please. "Of course, Vanilla, I'll tidy up the kitchen for you—no problem at all," you say softly, turning toward the door, your twin tails swishing behind you as you head in, the scent of earlier meals lingering in the air. Vanilla stretches back on the couch with a contented sigh, her half-lidded eyes watching you go, her kind smile widening warmly. "That's so sweet of you, Tails— you're such a helpful little guy," she coos motherly, her mature voice carrying a hint of amusement at your compliance, making you blush slightly as you start scrubbing the counters, wiping away crumbs and stains, the sponge squeaking against the surface. As you work, organizing cabinets and washing a few dishes, the water running warmly over your hands, she calls from the living room, "Make sure to get under the sink too, sweetie— I appreciate how thorough you are, it makes me feel so taken care of." Her praise makes you feel small and valued, humiliating in a subtle way as her enormous presence looms in your mind, the task completing with the kitchen sparkling, fresh and orderly. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You smile up at her, your small stature emphasizing the height difference as you move toward the pantry, reaching easily for the sugar though it's not truly out of her grasp, but you're happy to assist. "Sure thing, Vanilla—here's the sugar, and I'll make you another cup of coffee while I'm at it," you offer cheerfully, scooping some into her mug and stirring, the aroma strengthening as you prepare it just how she likes. Vanilla leans back against the counter, her half-lidded eyes softening with appreciation, her kind smile beaming down at you, her huge breasts resting heavily as she watches. "Aw, Tails, you're too kind—fetching things and brewing coffee. What a perfect little helper," she murmurs warmly, her motherly tone laced with a teasing.. You hand her the fresh mug, steam rising invitingly, and she takes a sip, humming contentedly. "This hits the spot—thank you, sweetie, it's nice having someone so eager to please around," she adds. You feel small under her towering gaze, the moment lingering before she resumes her break. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You approach the bed, nodding submissively as you glance at the laundry basket, your small frame ready to assist her enormous, lounging form. "No worries, Vanilla—I'll handle the laundry for you, especially if your back's sore," you say gently, picking up the basket the weight manageable but making you puff a bit. Vanilla props herself up on the pillows, her half-lidded eyes following you with a kind, appreciative smile, her mature features softening. "That's my good boy, Tails—taking care of the chores so I can rest," she coos warmly, her voice motherly and praising in a way that makes you blush. You feel small as you sort the clothes by color, the fabrics soft under your hands. As you load the washer, detergent pouring in with a fresh scent, and start the cycle, the machine humming to life, she calls out, "Don't forget to fold them neatly when they're done, sweetie—you're so reliable, it makes everything easier for me." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You settle onto the couch beside her, your small body close to her enormous form, and start with praise to soften her up. "Vanilla, you've been so good lately—cleaning without complaint, following my orders perfectly, it makes me want to keep you around," you say warmly, your voice restrained but dominant, watching as she preens a bit, her kind smile widening, her half-lidded eyes sparkling with pride, her long ears perking slightly as she straightens her posture, huge breasts lifting with a pleased breath. Then, you press your hardening cock against her plush thigh through your pants, rubbing subtly to hint at your desire, adding, "So stay obedient like that, keep being my good girl." Her initial preening fades into discomfort, her tan and white fur bristling slightly as she shifts uneasily, not favoring the intimate rubbing, her mature features showing a flicker of hesitation. <<if $vanillaDom > -10>> She places a large hand on your shoulder, squeezing firmly with her enormous strength to stop you, the pressure hurting just enough to scare you, reminding you she could easily overpower your small frame, her kind expression holding but her voice scolding gently, "Tails, that's not appropriate right now— you've been pushing boundaries, but rubbing like that? No, sweetie, let's keep things comfortable; As an apology, go make me a snack instead." Humiliated by her scolding and being strong armed, you pull away, muttering, "F-fine, sorry." and head to the kitchen. You prepare a simple snack—slicing fruit and arranging it on a plate—the knife clicking against the board as you work under her distant gaze from the couch, serving it to her submissively, her towering presence making you feel even smaller as she accepts it with a nod, "Good boy, that's better." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She blushes softly, her discomfort evident but relenting as she doesn't move away, murmuring conflictedly, "Tails, this makes me a bit... if it's just rubbing, alright." Her plush thigh remains still under the friction, her huge breasts rising with quicker breaths, tan fur warming. As you continue the subtle rubbing, building a rhythmic pressure through clothes, you reinfoce the activity. "See? You're perfect for this—your thighs are so thick and soft, like a big slutty pillow for me to use. I hope its not too demeaning for a big milf like you to let a little fox grind away." Her cheeks flush deeper, but she stays put, her half-lidded eyes glazing with arousal, biting her lip as the evening show plays on. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You sit down submissively beside her on the couch, your small body dwarfed by her enormous plush form, and ask gently, "Vanilla, do you need anything? A drink, or maybe adjust the pillows?" Your voice is soft and helpful, twin tails curling as you look up at her towering height, her huge breasts and tan fur making you feel even smaller. Vanilla turns her half-lidded eyes to you with a kind, appreciative smile, her mature features softening as she pats your head lightly, her large hand enveloping it. "Oh, Tails, that's thoughtful—actually, yes, could you fluff these pillows for me? You're so good at making things comfy," she coos motherly, her voice warm but with a subtle humiliating edge. You comply, fluffing the pillows behind her, the fabric soft under your hands as you arrange them, her enormous body sinking back with a sigh of relief. "Perfect, sweetie— you always know how to take care of me, such a reliable little boy," she praises, the TV humming in the background as the evening relaxes. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -+= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You eye her naked form appreciatively, your small frame stepping closer as you reach out to trace a hand along her plush thigh, admiring the way her tan and white fur gleams under the kitchen light . She freezes. You raise a brow. "Keep cleaning, Vanilla—don't stop now," you command firmly, delivering a light spank as 'encouragement' to her enormous ass. It jiggles from the impact, the sound echoing softly. Continue with a twisted edge, "Or I'll cut your allowance short, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" Her half-lidded eyes widen in discomfort, her massive body shifting awkwardly in her enforced nudity. <<if $vanillaDom > -15>> She straightens to her full towering height, looming over you like a plush giant, and with a seductive yet assertive turn, she grabs your wrist gently but firmly, her enormous hand engulfing it as she pulls you close, a stark reminder of how easily she could overpower you. Her kind expression remains, but her voice carries a scolding tone: "Tails, I may have agreed to work naked, but you can't treat me like this—spanking me? That's crossing a line, sweetie; if you want the counters clean, do it yourself while I take a break." Humiliated, you squirm free, nodding meekly, "A-Alright, I'll handle it." She steps aside, watching with crossed arms over her huge breasts as you grab the cloth, wiping down the counters yourself, the surface sticky under your efforts, flour dusting your fur while her towering presence makes you feel tiny and belittled, her smile softening as she comments, "See? You're quite capable when you put your mind to it." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She flushes deeper, her long ears drooping as she bends back over the counter without protest, murmuring conflictedly, "Tails, that's... not fair, but okay, I'll keep going." Her plush ass presents itself again, pink pussy and tan asshole visible as she resumes wiping, her movements hesitant but compliant, her enormous body trembling slightly from the light spanks you deliver intermittently. You circle her, spanking lightly again, the flesh rippling under your palm, while admiring aloud: "Look at you, all exposed and working hard—your body's perfect for this, so curvy and inviting. You make such a wonderful servant." Her cheeks burn brighter, but she continues scrubbing vigorously, the cloth swishing over surfaces, her half-lidded eyes glazing, her movements become smoother, swaying as the kitchen gradually sparkles, her aroused scent growing stronger despite the initial resistance. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You move closer to her naked form, offering gently, "Let me help you with that, Vanilla—you can tell me what needs doing," your small body ready to assist, twin tails swishing as you pick up a spare cloth, the kitchen air warm around her exposed plush curves. Vanilla relaxes slightly, her half-lidded eyes softening with appreciation despite her uncomfortable blush, her kind smile returning as she points to a spot on the counter. "Thank you, Tails—start over there, sweetie, and make sure to get the edges; you're so helpful like this," she says warmly, her motherly tone carrying a subtle praise, her towering nudity making you feel even smaller as she directs you. You wipe alongside her, the cloth gliding over surfaces, flour transferring to your fur as you follow her lead, her enormous body bending nearby. "Good job—keep going, just like that; it's nice having a little assistant who listens so well," she adds, the kitchen cleaning up neatly under joint effort. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You produce a length of rope from your pocket, stepping up to her naked, startled form, and begin wrapping it around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back with firm knots. "Get on your knees and keep cleaning like that, Vanilla," you order cruelly, pushing her down gently to emphasize, appreciating how her massive, nicely shaped breasts sag to the floor just from their size as she lowers, then commenting, "You'd make such a good housewife, all tied up and serving." Her half-lidded eyes show discomfort as she tests the bonds, not liking the binding or the threat, her plush body quivering. <<if $vanillaDom > -20>> She rises abruptly despite the bonds, her towering height allowing her to loom even with hands tied, and she bumps you back with her hip, the plush force knocking you off balance, squeezing you against the wall with her enormous ass, the pressure hurting mildly as she startles you with her strength. Her kind expression holds, but theres a blistering fury beneath: "Tails, I may have agreed to work naked, but you can't just do whatever you want. Untie me now, or I'll crush you with this ass you seem so keen to slat. And you can fetch me a drink instead being so rude." Humiliated by her size and defiance, you fumble with the knots, gasping, "O-Okay, I'll get the drink." She moves off of you, and suddenly you can breathe again. She resumes dusting standing, while you head to the kitchen for a glass of water, pouring it carefully and bringing it back, serving it submissively under her watchful gaze, her towering naked presence making you feel tiny and chastised as she sips, "That's better, sweetie." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She kneels reluctantly, her bound hands making it awkward as she presses to the floor murmuring in conflict, "Tails, this is too much, but... if I must." Her massive body lowers to the floor, plump ass raised as she leans forward to dust lower shelves holding the cloth in her mouth, her pink pussy and tan asshole exposed invitingly in the position. You watch her struggle and clean, surfaces gradually shining as she wipes, while you comment demeaningly. "There you go, on your knees like a proper slave—your made for this, so large yet so submissive. Fitting for a big bunny under my control." Her cheeks flush intensely, but she persists, the cloth brushing over wood, her half-lidded eyes hooding with arousal, her breaths quickening as the hallway tidies. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You back up slightly from her naked, startled form, your small body contrite as you say softly, "Sorry for scaring you, Vanilla—do you want to take a break? I can finish the dusting if you'd like." Your twin tails droop apologetically, eyes averted from her exposed plush curves. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes soften, her kind smile returning despite the blush of her nudity, as she sets down the duster. "That's thoughtful, Tails—yes, a break sounds nice; you can take over, sweetie, and make sure to get the high spots too," she replies warmly, her towering form stepping aside. You grab the duster, stretching on tiptoes to reach shelves, feathers brushing away dust as particles float down, her watching presence making you feel small and obedient. "You're doing great—such a diligent little helper, it warms my heart," she adds. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You approach her naked form with a smirk, your small frame confident as you reach up to grope her huge breasts, squeezing their plush weight lightly, "Keep folding, Vanilla, and then start on the dishes too." She sets the shirt down harder, her half-lidded eyes narrowing in discomfort, her kind smile turning into a frown as she complains softly, "Tails, this nudity is one thing, but groping me while I work? It's too much, this feels so demeaning already." Ignoring her protest, you speak firmly, "Bend down," and as she hesitantly lowers her towering body to your level, you wrap a hand around her throat, choking lightly to assert control, adding the threat, "Complain more, and I'll spank you so raw you wont be able to sit for a week—now get back to it." <<if $vanillaDom > -20>> She gasps at the choke, but her enormous hand comes up to pry yours away gently yet insistently, her plush fur brushing you as she straightens to full height, then leans in to trap you against the bed with her massive thigh, pressing just enough to pin your arms and make breathing tricky, the soft pressure aching as it scares you with her superior size. Her kind expression lingers, but she scolds with a motherly edge: "I may have agreed to fold naked, but you can't choke and grope me like some toy— that's not right, sweetie; if you want the clothes done, finish them yourself." Overpowered and humiliated by her bulk, you wheeze, "Fine, I'll do it," as she releases you. She lounges on the bed, watching leisurely as you pick up the next shirt, folding it neatly along with the pile, fabrics stacking under your smaller hands while her towering naked presence looms, making you feel insignificant, her smile sweet as she remarks, "Aw, look at you working away—such a cute little boy." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She blushes intensely at the abuse, her long ears flopping lower. But she doesn't pull away, murmuring conflictedly, "Tails, that's... intense, but alright, I'll keep going." Her massive body bends back to the laundry pile, hands resuming folding as you grope her breasts again, your fingers sinking into the soft tan and white fur. The fabrics rustle as she folds shirts and pants precisely, while you flatter demeaningly: "You're the perfect maid—naked and obedient, your body so plush and ready to serve. It must be so demeaning for a giant like you to suffer under my little hand." Her cheeks flush brighter, but she continues stacking clothes neatly, breaths hitching as the pile diminishes, clearly stirred by the lewd control despite the her complaints. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You soften at her conflicted expression, your small body stepping back respectfully from her naked form. "If you're uncomfortable, Vanilla, why don't you put on some clothes? I don't want you feeling exposed," you suggest gently, twin tails curling submissively as you gesture to her wardrobe. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes light up with relief, her kind smile returning warmly as she reaches for a loose dress, slipping it over her enormous plush curves. "Thank you, Tails—that's considerate of you; now, since you're here, could you help fold the rest? You're so good at being supportive," she coos motherly, her tone praising but subtly humiliating, her now-clothed towering figure directing you to the pile. You nod and join in, folding shirts alongside her, fabrics creasing under your hands as she oversees, her presence making you feel diminutive. "Fold that one tighter, sweetie—yes, just like that; you're a natural helper," she adds, the words belittling gently while the stack grows, the bedroom tidying up under her lead. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You stand over her kneeling, naked form in the living room, your small frame commanding as she glances up. "Stop scrubbing for now, Vanilla. give me a handjob instead." She stammers in complaint, her voice shaky with discomfort, "T-Tails, a handjob? I'm already naked and cleaning..." Only then do you lean in, "Refuse, and I'll tell everyone what a slut you are—spreading rumors about how desperate you are for my cock. Think about what I could tell them about the things we've already done." <<if $vanillaDom > -25>> She rises to her feet, her towering body unfolding as she looms above you, then bends down to scoop you up under your arms like a child, holding you at eye level with her enormous strength, her plush fur pressing close, her dangerously kind expression returning. "Sweetie, I may have agreed to work naked, but you can't treat me like this—demanding handjobs? No, put that idea away and help me scrub the floor instead." Humiliated by being handled like a toy, you dangle and concede, "F-Fine, I'll help." She sets you down, handing you a sponge as she kneels again, and you join her on the floor, scrubbing alongside, suds bubbling on the tiles while her naked towering presence directs, making you feel tiny and overruled, her soft encouragement, "That's it, work those little hands," adding to the belittlement as the floor shines. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> conflictedly, "Tails, if that's what it takes... alright." Her large hand reaches for your pants, unzipping carefully and wrapping around your cock. She strokes slowly at first, her plush palm warm and enveloping, the size of her grip making your member feel dwarfed yet intensely stimulated as she kneels before you, her huge breasts heaving with each breath, tan and white fur glistening with sweat from her earlier efforts. You groan softly, your twin tails twitching as her strokes build rhythm, the motion slick from her nervous perspiration, and you command with a cruel edge, "Talk dirty to me, Vanilla—tell me how much you love handling my cock." She hesitates for a split second, her half-lidded eyes filled with hesitation. But then her expression turns, that smile coming back. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, surprisingly adept and filthy, "Oh, Tails, your hard little cock feels so good in my hand... I bet you can't hold off long. Do you love your big bunny? Do I make you throb, you naughty little fox? I've got these massive tits just waiting for your cum, Go on, aim for my face—cover this slutty bunny's muzzle in your hot load." Her words flow with shocking proficiency, her mature allure shining through as she pumps steadily, twisting her wrist at the head, her breaths quickening. Emboldened, you retort demeaningly, "Y-Your too good at that, you slut. you've probably done this hundreds of times, haven't you? Jerking off guys to keep a roof over your head, your body just desperate bait for loads." She moans softly in response, her cheeks burning deeper but her hand never faltering, accelerating the pace as pre-cum slicks her palm, the living room filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. "Mmm, nooo, baby." she says unconvincingly. "I've handled a little, but yours... yours makes me wet, Tails—cum for me, paint my face like the whore I am," she purrs back. With a sharp gasp, you climax, your cock pulsing in her grip as ropes of cum spurt across her face, splattering her tan muzzle, white cheeks, and even dripping onto her breasts, the warm seed contrasting against her fur as she milks every last drop, her tongue flicking out instinctively to taste a stray bit, her conflicted expression melting into twisted satisfaction. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You soften at her naked, jumping form, your small body compassionate as you tell her gently, "You can stop scrubbing and relax, Vanilla—no need to push yourself." Your twin tails relax, avoiding staring at her exposed drip of arousal. Vanilla rises from her knees, her half-lidded eyes grateful as her kind smile blooms, stretching her enormous body. "Oh, Tails, that's kind of you—I'll take a seat then; maybe you could fetch me a towel to cover up?" she suggests warmly, her motherly voice guiding with humiliating subtlety, her plush form settling on the couch. You nod and grab a towel from nearby, handing it over as she drapes it modestly, then you sit beside her diminutively. "You're thoughtful, sweetie—always ready to let me rest, such a good little host," she praises, the words belittling gently as the evening light fades, the floor half-clean but forgotten. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You watch her naked form stirring the pot of spaghetti, the savory aroma of tomato sauce and herbs filling the kitchen, and you command firmly, "Once dinner's ready, Vanilla, you'll give me a footjob under the table while we eat—those large feet of yours are perfect for it." she glances down with a nervous smile, protesting unconvincingly, "Tails, a footjob during dinner? That's... that's so improper..." Her voice trails off weakly, her half-lidded eyes flickering with eagerness, her plush body shifting as if anticipating the force, clearly wanting to be pushed into it. Only then do you add the cruel edge, "Do it, or I'll beat obiedence into that pretty little ass of yours." <<if $vanillaDom > -25>> She towers over you, her enormous frame bending down to place a large hand on your head, ruffling your fur with deceptive gentleness before squeezing your shoulders firmly, the pressure from her strength hurting slightly and scaring you with how she could easily harm you if she chose, her kind expression masking her anger. "Sweetie, Sit down and behave; you can serve the spaghetti yourself while I relax." Humiliated by her commanding size, you shrink back, muttering, "Okay." She takes a seat at the table, watching as you ladle the steaming spaghetti onto plates, sauce bubbling hot, carrying them over submissively, her towering presence making you feel overpowered and small, her soft chuckle adding, "That's more like it, my helpful little fox." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She nods with a bit of eagerness, her nervous smile widening slightly as she plates the spaghetti, strands twirling onto dishes with generous sauce, her large feet shifting under the table in anticipation. "If you insist, Tails... I'll do it," she murmurs, seeming almost keen as she sets the plates down and sits across from you, her enormous legs extending beneath. As you both start eating, forks twirling pasta, her large feet—soft and expansive like the rest of her plush body—find your cock, toes curling around it through your pants at first, then unzipping to stroke directly, the friction building with skillful pressure, her arches enveloping you warmly. You comment on her obedience between bites, "You've been so much more obedient lately, Vanilla—what's changed?" She blushes, her footjob rhythm steady, explaining softly, "I... I rather like being taken care of, Tails—in both ways, the security and... this dominance." The pleasure mounts from her large feet pumping, the table hiding the act as sauce drips from your fork, and you groan quietly, "Good slut—keep going like that." Her strokes accelerate, toes flexing dexterously, until you are about to climax. You pull away, standing and pointing it at her food. Cum spurts into the air and you guide it to land in her spaghetti, mixing with the sauce. "Now eat it—all of it," you order, and she has a large smile as protests unconvincingly again, "T-Tails, in my food? That's filthy..." but her smile betrays her desire, and she twirls a forkful, sauce now laced with your seed, bringing it to her lips and eating obediently, chewing slowly with a shiver of arousal, her half-lidded eyes meeting yours as she consumes the tainted meal bite by bite, the flavors mingling on her tongue. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You step forward toward her naked, startled form, your small body offering helpfully, "Let me take over cooking the spaghetti, Vanilla—you can rest for a bit." Your twin tails wag slightly, avoiding lingering on her glistening fur and nervous smile. Vanilla straightens with relief, her half-lidded eyes warming as her kind smile broadens, handing you the spoon. "That's sweet of you, Tails—stir the sauce while I sit; make sure it doesn't stick," she instructs warmly, her motherly tone guiding with a humiliating lilt, her enormous naked form settling at the table. You stir the pot, bubbles rising in the tomato sauce as pasta boils nearby, draining it eventually and plating the spaghetti under her watchful eye. "Add more cheese on top, sweetie—you're doing wonderfully, my little chef." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You gaze at her naked, soapy form on all fours in the bathroom, the steam from earlier cleaning lingering, and command cruelly, "Stop cleaning and join me in the shower, Vanilla—we'll get clean together." <<if $vanillaDom > -25>> She stands up from the tub, her towering soapy body dripping as she faces you, then leans down to pat your cheek with a large, wet hand, the touch turning into a firm hold on your chin, lifting you slightly off your toes with her strength, the elevation scaring you as it underscores her physical superiority, her kind expression veiling the control. "Sweetie, you forget that your only in control when I allow it. Finish the tub yourself while I dry off." Humiliated by the forceful handling, you nod shakily, "A-Alright." She steps out, toweling off as you grab the sponge, scrubbing the tub's edges, soap suds foaming under your efforts while her towering form observes briefly before leaving, making you feel overpowered and insignificant. "Good choice, little boy." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She rises with a bit of eagerness, her long ears swaying as she nods, "If you say so, Tails... let's shower then." Her plump body moves to turn on the water, steam filling the bathroom as you both step under the warm spray, her large form crowding the space, water cascades over her tan and white fur, matting it down against her curves and making her huge breasts glisten as rivulets trace paths over her skin. You hand her the soap, "Clean me first, Vanilla—every inch." She lathers her large hands with the bar, bubbles forming thickly as she starts at your shoulders, her touch firm yet exploratory, fingers tracing over your chest and down your arms, lingering on your muscles with a curious press. She moves lower, soaping your thighs and calves, her half-lidded eyes eager and focused, then turns you around to wash your back, her hands gliding down to your ass, spreading your cheeks gently but insistently, exposing you as she teases your anus with a soapy finger, circling the rim lightly, the sensation sending jolts through you, her breath hot against your wet fur as she whispers, "Every inch, like you said..." The teasing probe makes you tense. Once clean, you push her down to kneel, the water pooling around her knees as you force your cock toward her mouth, "Now blow me—your mouth's perfect for sucking, despite being an old milf." Her brow twitches, but she opens wide, taking you in with surprising zeal, her lips enveloping tightly around your shaft, tongue swirling expertly along the underside as she bobs her head. The suction is immediate and intense, her large hands gripping your hips to pull you deeper. She's way too good at it, her technique flawless—alternating deep throats with teasing licks, her cheeks hollowing as she creates a vacuum that makes your knees weaken, the shower water streaming down her face but not deterring her rhythm. You groan, threading fingers in her wet fur, trying to control the pace, but she resists your pulls, her eagerness making it impossible to pry her off—she's so into it, moaning vibrations around your cock, her half-lidded eyes locked on yours with a deep hunger, sucking harder as if starved. You gasp, "Such a talented slut—from years of practice, huh? But it suits a desperate bunny like you." Her intensity builds, the heat coiling tight in your core until you thrust deeper, "Swallow it all, or I'll tie you up in bondage and lock you away for the night." She nods around you, eager moans escalating, and suddenly, her finger slips back between your cheeks, pushing into your ass firmly, the intrusion forcing a sharp climax as you buck involuntarily. You cum hard, flooding her mouth with thick spurts, but she greedily gulps it down, her throat working visibly to swallow every drop, not letting a single bit escape as she milks you dry, her finger twisting inside to prolong the orgasm, her eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction. Finally, as you pull out panting, you scold her lightly, your voice breathless but stern, "Vanilla, that finger... don't get too bold, or I'll have to punish you properly next time." She licks her lips, a dribble of cum caught on her tongue, her gaze unwavering as the shower rinses away the evidence. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You back away from the ajar door, your small body apologetic as you murmur, "Sorry for interrupting, Vanilla—I'll leave you to it." Your twin tails droop, glancing briefly at her soapy, quivering form before turning. Vanilla looks back over her shoulder, her half-lidded eyes softening as her kind smile appears amid the blush. "That's alright, Tails—but since you're here, could you pass me the brush? Then you can go," she requests warmly, her motherly voice directing with subtle humiliation, her naked plush form still on all fours. You hand her the brush, the handle slick from soap, and she resumes scrubbing, the tub gleaming under her efforts. "Thank you, sweetie—you're always so quick to help out," she praises, you feel small under her command, the bathroom door closing behind you. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You climb onto the bed beside her lingerie-clad form, your small hands pulling at the black fabric to expose her fully, groping her huge breasts as you position yourself behind her raised ass, declaring roughly, "This outfit's nice, but it's coming off—you better be ready to take it rough, Vanilla." <<if $vanillaDom > -30>> She rolls over suddenly, her enormous body pinning you beneath her plush weight in a swift motion, her huge breasts smothering your chest as she holds you down with effortless strength, the pressure squeezing the air from your lungs. Her kind expression remains playful but assertive. "Oh, sweetie, rough sex? That's bold, but if you're going to try to tear my lingerie, maybe you should model it instead—try it on while I watch." Humiliated by the reversal, you squirm breathlessly. Before you can protest, her large hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head with one palm while the other deftly strips off your clothes, tearing your shirt and pants away in quick, practiced motions, leaving you naked and squirming under her massive form. She reaches for the torn black lingerie—still warm from her body—and forces it onto you, stretching the delicate straps over your shoulders, the fabric straining and riding up absurdly on your small frame, the bra cups dangling empty and ridiculous against your chest, the panties barely containing anything as she yanks them up your legs. You struggle futilely, legs kicking, but her weight and grip keep you immobilized, her smile never wavering as she adjusts the lingerie with gentle but unyielding tugs, making sure every strap is in place. "There we go—hold still, little boy, Mommy's just helping you look pretty," she coos warmly, her voice dripping with humiliating affection. The pressure on your chest makes it hard to breathe, your twin tails pinned uselessly beneath her thigh, and the sheer embarrassment burns as the lingerie clings awkwardly.. Finally satisfied, she rolls off just enough to let you gasp for air, but keeps one hand on your shoulder to prevent escape, forcing you to stand on the bed in front of her lounging form. She props herself up on an elbow, her naked body sprawled sensually again, eyes raking over you with amused approval. "Pose for me, sweetie—hands on hips, give a little twirl. You look absolutely adorable all dolled up like that." Her soft laughter fills the room as you stand there humiliated, the torn lingerie stretching and shifting with every movement. You squirm out of her grip, grap your clothes, and run to your room. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> Her half-lidded eyes smolder, her smile sly as she arches her back further, baiting you with a wiggle of her plush hips, her massive body ready and eager, murmuring seductively, "Yes, Tails... take me." She moans eagerly as you rip the lingerie away, her plush body enveloping your small one as you thrust into her from behind, her giant form dwarfing you completely—her thick thighs spreading wide to accommodate your entry, her massive ass pressing back against your hips with each initial push s your cock disappears into her warm, welcoming depths. Her curves are like a soft, endless embrace that swallows you whole. Waterbed-like softness jiggles around you, her tan and white fur slick with arousal as she arches her back, pushing her plush ass higher, baiting you with a breathy whisper, "Is that all you've got, Tails? I can take more..." You respond with a sharp spank to her enormous ass, the impact echoing in the bedroom as her flesh ripples under your palm, leaving a faint red mark on her tan fur—she yelps in surprise, but it's followed by a deep, throaty moan, her pussy clenching tighter around you, clearly loving the sting as she grinds back harder. Her half-lidded eyes glance over her shoulder with a sly gaze that begs for more. "Mmm, yes... spank your naughty bunny again," she purrs, her voice dripping with eagerness, almost challenging you to escalate, her long ears flop with each thrust as her huge breasts sway beneath her. You grip her long ears like reins as you slam deeper, the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin on fur filling the air as her pussy stretches around your cock, her inner walls gripping greedily. You spank her again, harder this time, alternating cheeks as her ass jiggles wildly,"That's right, you oversized slut—shaking that fat ass for a little fox like me, you're nothing but a desperate whore." She whimpers in delight, her body trembling with pleasure, baiting further by wiggling her hips side to side, "Oh, Tails.. tell me how pathetic I am, make me feel it." Her encouragement spurs you on, gripping her ass harshly as you pound relentlessly, her massive body rocking forward with each thrust, her huge breasts slapping against her abdomen, her arousal drips down her thighs. "Pathetic bitch, so tall and strong yet submitting to someone half your size—you're just a fucktoy now, aren't you? Bouncing like the needy bitch you are." She cries out eagerly, her pussy spasming as she pushes back fiercely, "Yes, yes—I'm your bitch, spank me harder, you mean fox..." Her voice breaks into moans, her giant form enveloping you more as she grinds. Her movements slow slightly from the overwhelming sensations. Yor gaze sharpens "Don't slow down, slut! ride me harder, or I'll prostitute you out to pay your way here instead!" Spurred on, she flips you onto your back with surprising agility for her size, mounting you as her enormous weight settles, her pussy slamming down to take you fully, bouncing roughly with renewed vigor, her massive ass clapping against your thighs, huge breasts heaving above you like pendulous orbs. Your waist feels like its being hit by a truck but you bark another order "Faster, you greedy whore—show me how much you love being my degraded pet." She gasps, riding wildly, her eager cries echoing as she clenches, milking your cock until you cum deep inside, flooding her with hot seed, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her body shudders in ecstatic submission, "Was I good enough for you? Or do you want to punish me more?" <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You approach her lounging form softly, your small body climbing onto the bed submissively, nestling against her enormous plush curves as you let her hold you, murmuring, "Let's just cuddle, Vanilla." Your twin tails curl around her leg, feeling dwarfed by her massive body. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes soften, her kind smile warming as she pulls you close, her large arms enveloping you completely, huge breasts pillowing your head. "Of course, sweetie—come here, let Mommy hold her little fox," she coos motherly, her voice laced with affection, her plush tan and white fur surrounding you like a blanket. You relax into her hold, the warmth soothing as she strokes your fur gently, her enormous form cradling you. "You're so cuddly and obedient—it's endearing how you can be so soft," Her scent envelops you in the quiet bedroom. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You call Vanilla over from the couch, producing her collar and leash, attaching it around her neck with a click. You firmly bark, "Strip off that robe and get on all fours, Vanilla—we're going outside in the yard for a walk. crawl like the bitch you are." <<if $vanillaDom > -35>> She pauses , then rises up, her towering form overshadowing you as she unhooks the leash herself, her enormous body moving with swift grace despite her size. Before you can react, her large hand presses firmly on the back of your head, forcing your face down to the floor with unyielding strength, the carpet rough against your muzzle as she holds you there, your twin tails thrashing in panic. "Petplay? Thats a cute idea, but if anyone's crawling, it's you, sweetie—now hold still while Mommy gets you collared," she coos warmly, her kind expression teasing as she wraps the collar around your neck, buckling it tight with a click, the leather constricting just enough to choke you a bit. You try to protest, squirming under her hold, "Vanilla, wait, I—" but she smacks your ass sharply with her free hand, the sting sharp and humiliating, making your cheeks burn as she scolds gently, "Shush now, doggys don't talk. Be good, or Mommy will have to spank you harder." The pain silences you, your body going limp in submission as she tugs the leash, pulling you up slightly only to force you to strip, her other hand yanking at your clothes until you're naked on the floor, exposed and vulnerable under her gaze. She leads you With the leash, you crawl out the front door and into the neighborhood, the morning sun bright on your yellow fur as you scurry, completely naked, your ass in the air and twin tails swaying humiliatedly behind you. Vanilla walks casually beside you, with a serene smile as if nothing is amiss, speaking cheerfully, "Look at that big, perky ass of yours wiggling in the air, sweetie—so cute and inviting, you're such a good little fox." Neighbors glance curiously, but she waves politely, her kind motherly vibe making the bizarre scene seem almost normal under her confident stride. As you crawl down the sidewalk, mortified by the exposure, you spot a man approaching with his large dog on a leash—a muscular shepherd with a glossy coat, its owner a tall, rugged wolf-man with a smirk. Vanilla's eyes light up, and she stops, "Oh, what a handsome dog you have! And you don't look so bad yourself—I'm Vanilla, just out for a walk with my doggy here." The dog owner grins, eyeing you crawling naked, "I'm Jake. Nice setup you've got—mind if my boy says hello?" The dog sniffs at you curiously, its cold nose exploring your exposed rear, tail wagging as it circles, its arousal evident as it suddenly tries to mount you from behind, its paws on your back pinning you down. You yelp in protest, trying to wriggle away, "Vanilla, stop this—" but she kicks your side lightly with her foot, not hard but enough to jolt you, commanding warmly, "Behave, sweetie, while Mommy talks to her new friend—doggys don't interrupt their masters." Jake chuckles, stepping closer to Vanilla, he goes to reach over her shoulder, and she guides his hand to her chest, his hand boldly groping her huge breasts, "Nice. Your pet's getting quite the attention—looks like my boy's into him. You're stunning, by the way; love a woman who knows how to handle her toys." Vanilla giggles, leaning into his touch, her kind smile unwavering, "Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere—your dog's got good taste, just like his owner." Pinned under the dog's weight, you feel its hot, throbbing cock pressing against your ass, the initial thrust missing but then finding purchase, sliding into you with a forceful push that stretches you painfully—the intrusion feels disgusting at first, a burning ache mixed with deep humiliation as you're mounted like a bitch in public, the dog's fur rough against your back, its breath panting hot on your neck. But as it starts humping vigorously, the friction builds a conflicting pleasure, the fullness rubbing sensitive spots inside you, waves of unwanted ecstasy mingling with the shame, making your body betray you with involuntary moans, good and bad twisting together in a haze of degradation. The dog bites down on the scruff of your neck, and suddenly you find it hard to move. Its teeth sink in just enough to hold you still without breaking skin, the primal grip intensifying the domination as it fucks you harder, its hips slamming against yours with animalistic rhythm. The knot swells at the base but not quite locked yet. You try to protest again through gritted teeth, "Vanilla, please—" but she smacks your ass sharply from the side, the sting adding to the overload, "Quiet, pet—aww, look, he really likes you, doesn't he? Such a good boy getting along with our new friends." Jake gropes Vanilla more openly, his hands squeezing her plush ass as they chat and flirt, ignoring your plight, the humiliation peaking as you endure the pounding, the dog's cock throbbing inside you, the mix of pain from the bite and stretch blending with guilty pleasure from the relentless friction. Finally, the dog thrusts deep one last time, its knot pressing but not entering as it cums, hot spurts filling you messily, the sensation overwhelming—bad in the violation and exposure, good in the forced release that makes your own body clench and twitch in reluctant orgasm. The dog dismounts panting. Vanilla tugs your leash gently, "Time to head home, sweetie—say goodbye to your new playmate." She leads you crawling back through the neighborhood, your ass leaking slightly, humiliated beyond words, until you're inside the house where she finally removes the collar and leash, patting your head with a kind smile, "Good pet— Remember this the next time you want to try something like you did. Now go clean up." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She drops to all fours immediately, her enormous naked body lowering with a soft thud, plush ass raised high and swaying as she crawls toward you, her huge breasts hanging heavily and brushing the floor, tan and white fur already flushed with conflicted arousal. Her half-lidded eyes meet yours with a mix of shame and eager heat, long ears flopping forward as she arches her back deeper, presenting herself shamelessly despite the tremble in her voice when she starts to speak, "Tails, I—" You cut her off with a sharp spank to her massive ass, the impact rippling across her tan fur. "Dogs don't talk, slut. Woof for me." She yelps at the sting, but her pussy visibly clenches, a small drip of arousal trailing down her thigh as she nods quickly, conflicted eyes glazing with desire. "W-woof..." she manages, the sound low and humiliated, yet breathy Her body shivers as she crawls forward obediently, wiggling her hips side to side. You pull the leash tighter and lead her outside into the sunny yard, her massive form crawling beside you like an oversized dog, ass swaying with every step, huge breasts dragging lightly through the blades. The neighbors' houses are far enough away, and the fence is high enough for privacy, but the open air still makes her cheeks burn hotter. "Good doggy," you praise, reaching down to pet her head, fingers stroking her long ears before sliding lower to grope her hanging breasts, squeezing the soft weight and pinching her nipples. She moans quietly, faltering as she presses into your hand. When you reach a sunny patch of grass, you tug the leash and order, "Time to mark your territory, dog. Squat and piss on the ground like a proper bitch—right here where everyone could see." Vanilla's head dips in humiliated arousal, her body trembling as she hesitates for half a second, conflicted eyes darting around, but the arousal wins—she spreads her thick thighs wider, lifting one leg awkwardly like an actual dog, and a hot stream of piss splashes onto the grass, her pink pussy exposed and dripping as she relieves herself in front of you. She whimpers again when she finishes, clearly mortified yet so turned on her thighs quiver, lowering her head submissively afterward. You crouch down, petting her head again while your other hand gropes her plush ass, trailing between her legs, fingers teasing her soaked folds under the pretense of reward. "Such a good girl—pissing outside like the obedient animal you are." She nuzzles into your palm, her hot breath puffing against your hand as she rubs her cheek there, moans escaping her mouth, her massive body trembling with need. You walk her back inside, contemplating what humiliation to make her endure next. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You hesitate near her lounging form, your small body apologetic as you say, "Sorry for disturbing your tea, Vanilla—do you need anything? More sugar, perhaps?" Your twin tails droop, respecting her relaxed state. Vanilla sets down her cup, her half-lidded eyes appreciative as her kind smile appears, gesturing you closer. "Actually, yes—come sit and pour me another cup, sweetie; you're always so attentive," she requests warmly as she makes space on the couch. You comply, pouring the tea steaming hot, adding sugar as she directs, the spoon clinking. "Perfect, Tails—you make such a wonderful little assistant," she praises as she sips, her praise enveloping you as you preen in the sunny living room. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You settle onto the couch beside Vanilla, kicking off your shoes as you complain, "Vanilla, I'm sore from work today—give me a foot massage." Her half-lidded eyes flick to you, her enormous body shifting as she considers. <<if $vanillaDom > -35>> She tilts her head, her kind expression turning playful as she rises, towering over you before scooping you up effortlessly, her large hands holding you against her plush fur, squeezing your body to her chest with strength that makes it hard to breathe. "A foot massage? Sweetie, if anyone's rubbing feet, it's you on mine." You squirm in her grip, trying to protest breathlessly, "Vanilla, no, I—" but she doesn't wait for agreement, her enormous form shifting as she lowers you to the floor none too gently, one hand pressing on your shoulder to force you onto your knees, the carpet rough under you as she holds you down firmly, her plush thigh brushing your cheek in the process. Her kind smile remains, but her eyes sparkle with assertive amusement, "No arguing, sweetie—Mommy knows best. Now, start rubbing, or I'll keep you pinned here all day." Humiliated by her physical dominance, you relent under the pressure. "F-fine." you whine. She shifts off as your small hands reach for her foot, the towering presence of her massive leg looming over you. She sighs contentedly as you begin massaging tentatively, thumbs pressing into the arch, working the tension out of the expansive pad, her tan and white fur warm under your fingers. The size difference between you makes the task feel overwhelming as her foot dwarfs your hands. "Mmm, that's better—good boy, put more effort in, dig deeper," she coos, her half-lidded eyes watching you with satisfied approval, her enormous curves relaxing further as she enjoys your touch. As your massage continues, kneading her heel and toes with increasing rhythm. The soft flesh yields under your pressure. She hums in pleasure. "Now, kiss them, sweetie—show Mommy how much you appreciate her," she instructs softly, her voice laced with affection. She lifts her foot slightly to press the sole against your muzzle, the scent musky and warm from the day's activities. You hesitate for a moment, but under her insistent push, you pucker your lips, planting hesitant kisses along the arch and ball, the fur tickling your nose as she sighs deeper, "Yes, just like that—such a devoted little fox." The kisses evolve under her guidance, your lips trailing over her large toes, and she moans softly, clearly relishing the attention, her dominance giving way to indulgent enjoyment. "Mmm, you're doing so well—now, as punichment for acting out, lick them, clean. Get between my toes with that cute tongue of yours," she commands, pressing her foot firmer against your face, her unwavering smile encouraging as she watches you. You extend your tongue, licking along the sole tentatively. They taste salty and earthy. You lap at the spaces between her toes as she wiggles them playfully, her breaths quickening with twisted pleasure, "Deeper, sweetie—lick like you mean it, make Mommy's feet sparkle." You continue licking obediently, your tongue swirling over her heel and up the arch, saliva mixing with her sweat as she guides your head with her other foot on the back of your head. The humiliation is brutal, but her praises keeping you going, "Good boy, you're a natural at this—Mommy loves her little boy." After several minutes of thorough licking, her feet glistening from your efforts, she finally pulls them away, lounging back with a contented sigh. "That's enough for now, sweetie—you can go," she says warmly, releasing you from her hold, her towering form relaxing as you scramble back, flushed and belittled. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> <<if $master>>She nods devotedly, "Of course, Master—your feet deserve pampering."<<else>> "Alright, Tails... if you're sore." She murmurs softly. <</if>> Her large hands gently take one of your feet, kneading the sole with careful pressure, she leans in as she works diligently, her fingers working out the knots with devoted care, but then she lifts it higher, bringing it to her soft lips and kissing the sole tenderly at first, her half-lidded eyes meeting yours with eagerness, a soft hum escaping her as she presses more kisses along the arch. You approve with a deep groan, leaning back as the sensation tingles through you. "Oh, that's my good girl, Vanilla. This suits you so well, doesn't it? Now be a dear and lick them clean for me, show how devoted you are." Encouraged by your words, she nods submissively, "Yes, Tails... anything for you," she whispers breathily. She extends her warm tongue, licking along the arch slowly at first, the wet glide sending shivers up your leg, then she takes a toe into her mouth to suck gently, swirling her tongue around it with skillful devotion, her giant curves heaving with quickened breaths as she worships more fervently. As she licks and sucks devotedly, tracing every inch of your sole with long, flat strokes of her tongue, you press your other foot against her face playfully. You chuckle, "Don't slack now, my sweet bunny—worship properly, or do I need to remind you who's in charge?" She moans around your toe in response, her voice muffled but pleading, "No, Tails... I'll be good," She licks faster and with greater enthusiasm, her half-lidded eyes hooding further in submissive bliss, her pussy beginning to drip visibly onto the floor as her arousal builds from the humiliation. You slide your free foot down her towering body, tracing along her tan and white fur, over her heaving huge breasts and down her soft belly, until your toes reach her slick folds, teasing her pussy by rubbing the clit in slow circles at first, the wetness coating your foot immediately as she bucks her hips slightly toward the contact, her service intensifying with aroused whimpers, "Oh, Tails... that feels so weird." The living room echoes with the slick sounds of her tongue on your foot and your toes grinding against her entrance, dipping in shallowly before pushing further, inserting your foot gradually into her stretching pussy, the warmth enveloping your toes as you wiggle them inside, fucking her with shallow thrusts that make her giant body quiver. She gasps around your other foot, her licking turning sloppy with distraction but no less devoted, murmuring between sucks, "Deeper, Tails... please," her pussy clenches around your intruding foot, the unusual fullness stretching her as you pump rhythmically, toes curling to hit sensitive spots, her juices flowing freely down your ankle. The sensations drive her wild, her enormous form rocking gently as she nears climax, until she shudders violently, crying out muffled against your sole, her orgasm soaking your foot completely while her tongue never ceases its worship, lapping eagerly through the waves of pleasure. You give a satisfied grin. "Clean yourself up Vanilla, and grab a towel for my feet." <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You approach her posed form gently, your small hands hovering hesitantly as you suggest, "I can give you a massage if you'd like, Vanilla—help you relax." Your twin tails curl submissively, eyes soft on her tempting curves before averting shyly, feeling diminutive next to her giant form. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes warm, her kind smile appearing as she nods, "That's thoughtful, sweetie—yes, start on my back; you're so good at being helpful like this." Her enormous body shifts to lie prone on the couch, relaxing under your touch as you begin kneading her plush fur along her spine, "Mmm, right there, my little fox—deeper." Your hands work her broad muscles, the tension easing slowly as she sighs contentedly, her giant form making you feel tiny and servile, climbing onto her back to reach better spots. "Perfect, Tails—you always know how to pamper me so well," she adds as massage continues, her soft moans of relief filling the air. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You take her hand, leading her down to the dim basement, the air cool as you guide her to some restraints, binding her wrists and ankles in with tight cuffs, hoisting the chains to suspend her slightly off the floor, her massive body hanging vulnerably. "Time for some real fun," you declare cruelly. <<if $vanillaDom > -40>> She raises an eyebrow at your command, her half-lidded eyes narrowing as she twists in the binds, easily snapping a cuff with a metallic crack, freeing one hand in a fluid motion that catches you off guard. Before you can react, her large palm grabs your small frame by the scruff, lifting you effortlessly like a ragdoll. Her free hand yanks the remaining restraints loose as she slams you into her place, binding your wrists and ankles with quick, unyielding motions, the chains rattling as she hoists them, suspending you slightly off the basement floor, your twin tails dangling helplessly below. Her kind expression remains, but underneath you can see her aggressive intentions. She steps back to admire her work, "You really thought you could hold me, sweetie? Oh, how adorable—now let's see how you like being the one all tied up." Humiliated, you dangle there, your small body swaying in the cool air, fur prickling with embarrassment as she circles you slowly, her towering form casting a long shadow over you, her huge breasts heaving with each step. She chuckles softly, her voice warm but laced with teasing dominance, "Look at you, all helpless and cute—those nasty little thoughts of yours need taming, don't they? Mommy's going to help with that." Without waiting for a response, she grabs the back of your head firmly, forcing your muzzle toward her crotch, pressing your face against her slick pussy, the musky scent overwhelming as her plush thighs clamp around your ears like soft vices. "Eat me out, sweetie—stick that tongue in and make Mommy feel good, or I'll leave you hanging here all night," she coos, her kind smile unwavering as she grinds against your face, keeping you pinned in place. Theres no escape from the warm, wet folds enveloping your nose and mouth. You have no choice but to comply, your tongue darting out to lap at her entrance, tasting her arousal as it coats your fur, delving deeper to flick against her clit, the humiliation burns in your cheeks while she moans above you, "Mmm, that's it. Good boy, eat Mommy's pussy like you mean it, show how sorry you are for trying to bind her." Her hips buck rhythmically, smothering you further into her, her juices dripping down your chin as you lick and suck devotedly, tongue swirling inside her. The pressure from her thighs makes your head spin, a mix of suffocation and forced intimacy that leaves you dazed. She speaks through gasps, "Such a talented little tongue—keep going, deeper, yes... Mommy loves when her boy services her properly." After several minutes of grinding and moaning, her body tenses, climax shuddering through her as she floods your mouth with her release, holding you there until she's satisfied, pulling back only when she's done, leaving you gasping, face slick and embaressed. But she doesn't release you yet, her large hand trailing down your suspended body, fingers teasing your exposed ass as she circles behind you, her kind voice mockingly sweet, "Now, for those nasty thoughts—let's play with this cute little hole of yours until you're all spent." She spreads your cheeks with one hand, her lubricated finger—thick and insistent—circling your anus before pushing in slowly, the intrusion stretching you uncomfortably at first, a burning ache that makes you whimper, but as she pumps gently, crooking to hit sensitive spots, unwanted pleasure builds, your cock hardening despite the shame. She fingers deeper, adding a second digit to stretch you further the fullness overwhelming as she thrusts rhythmically, her other hand stroking your cock in tandem, milking you with expert precision. Her enormous form presses against your back. "Feel that, sweetie? Mommy's taking care of your naughty urges—cum for me, let it all out," she whispers warmly as you buck helplessly in the binds, the stimulation forcing waves of conflicting ecstasy. Finally, you can't hold back, cumming hard with a muffled cry, spurts landing on the basement floor as she milks every drop, her fingers twisting inside to prolong it, her body steady against yours. She pulls out slowly, patting your ass gently, "There, that should tide over those nasty little thoughts for a while, shouldn't it? Good boy." She lowers you from the suspension, unbinding you with care, her towering presence making you feel utterly overpowered as she helps you stand on shaky legs, her soft scold following, "Behave next time, sweetie—or Mommy might have to do this again." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> <<if $master>>She hangs submissively, "Punish me, Master."<</if>><<else>>She murmurs, "If you must, Tails."<</if>> You circle her naked, suspended form in the dim basement, the chains creaking softly under her massive weight, her enormous body hanging vulnerably with wrists and ankles bound, toes barely brushing the cold floor. Her plush ass is presented invitingly, you deliver the first hard spank, your palm connecting with a sharp crack that sends ripples across her soft, jiggling flesh, the impact leaving a pink flush beneath her fur as she gasps sharply, her long ears flopping with the jolt, her half-lidded eyes squeezing shut in feigned protest. She moans, the sound low and conflicted, her giant curves tensing as you follow with another spank on the opposite cheek, the smack echoing off the walls while her body sways in the suspension. "No, Tails... that hurts," she whimpers softly, her voice trembling with mock resistance, but her pussy betrays her, a drop of arousal glistening between her thick thighs. You ignore her plea, choking her lightly—your small hand wrapping around her thick throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her breath, her tan fur warm under your grip as you lean in close, "Take it, slut—your body's mine to abuse, nothing but a hanging toy for me to play with." She chokes out a ragged breath, her massive form writhing in the chains, enormous breasts heaving with each strained inhale. Your palms redden her ass cheeks with repeated hard smacks, the flesh bouncing and rippling like waves on a plush sea. "Please... not so hard," she begs weakly, her voice breaking into another moan despite her words, her pussy dripping more visibly now, a trail of wetness sliding down her inner thigh as her arousal builds unchecked, her half-lidded eyes glazing over even as she shakes her head in denial. The basement fills with the rhythmic sounds of smacks and her conflicted gasps, her breaths growing more ragged as you choke her again, fingers tightening around her throat while spanking her suspended ass in quick succession, the dual sensations making her quiver, chains rattling with her massive body's involuntary spasms. "I... I can't take much more," she protests faintly, her kind motherly tone cracked into submissive pleas, but her writhing hips tell a different story, grinding subtly as her slick folds ache for more, her enormous form a canvas of demeaning torment. Finally, you step back, admiring her marked fur and dripping pussy, then move in front for the finale—unzipping your pants and aiming your cock at her mouth. "You know what? I to relieve myself... Ah, but theres a toilet right here, isn't there? She turns her head slightly, murmuring a weak, "No, Tails... not that," her eyes wide with horror, "Open wide and drink it all, slut, or I'll leave you in permanent binds down here." She relents with a conflicted whimper, her mouth opening reluctantly. You finally start to release your stream. Your warm piss arcs toward her open mouth. It hits her tongue first. The bitter liquid splashes inside. Her cheeks bulge as it fills her. She holds it for a moment. Then she lets it run out. It spills over her lips. It drips down her chin. The golden stream mixes with her saliva. It trickles onto her heaving breasts below. You watch her defiance. Anger flares in you. "Gulp it down, slut," you order harshly. "Swallow every drop like the piss-drinking whore you are. Or I'll chain you here forever." She hesitates briefly. Her eyes fill with horror. But she obeys. Her throat works visibly. She gulps the first mouthful. The bitter taste makes her grimace. Tears prick her eyes anew. As she swallows, you keep talking. "That's right, drink my piss," you demean her. "Look at you, a giant milf reduced to a toilet. Pathetic, isn't it? Choking it down like you deserve." She gulps again. Her body shudders in the suspension. More piss fills her mouth. She swallows faster now. Her gaze shows her twisted submission. The last drops trickle down her chin. They mix with her saliva and tears. You lower the chains slowly. Her enormous body slumps to the floor. She lands in a heap of quivering plush fur. Her marked ass still glows from the spanks. Her breaths come in heavy pants. She kneels before you submissively. You stand over her. Your small frame casts a shadow on her giant form. You command firmly. "Now thank me for disciplining you, slut. Tell me how grateful you are." She looks up. Her half-lidded eyes are watery but obedient. She whispers. "Th-thank you, Tails..." You nod approvingly and reach down to pat her head demeaningly. Your fingers tangle in her long ears. You pull her face closer to your crotch briefly. Then you release her. "Good girl. Now clean up and go cook dinner." Make it something hearty." She rises shakily to her feet. Her towering body still trembles from the session. Marked fur and dripping fluids show her torment."Yes, Tails... right away." She murmers. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You pause, "Vanilla, how about a gentle cuddle upstairs?" Vanilla's steady gaze softens, her kind smile returning as she scoops you into her arms, carrying you to the bed for a cuddle, her enormous plush form enveloping you. "Of course, sweetie—let me hold you close; you're so sweet," she coos motherly. Nestled against her huge breasts, her arms cradling you, the warmth soothing as she strokes your fur. "Good boy, relax for Mommy, let her take care of you,". <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You climb onto the bed behind her naked, posed form, your small hands gripping her large hips as you position yourself, "Spread those legs wider, slave—I'm breeding you now." <<if $vanillaDom > -40>> She shifts suddenly, her enormous body rolling to face you, a large hand gently but firmly pushing you back onto the mattress, her plush weight settling beside you as she towers over, her kind expression soft but dismissive. "I'm Not feeling it right now, sweetie—go play somewhere else while I rest." Humiliated by the casual send-off, you slink away, muttering under your breath. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> Her eyes gleam with devotion, her smile inviting as she arches her back, spreading eagerly. "Yes, Master... breed your slave." She moans eagerly as you thrust into her from behind, her giant pussy enveloping your cock completely in its vast, warm depths. The size difference is stark—her massive ass pressing back, cheeks swallowing your hips as you sink into her plushness, her thick thighs clamping around you like soft pillows that dwarf your frame, waterbed-like curves jiggling with each rough pound, making you feel utterly lost inside her enormous body. You spank her enormous ass sharply, the smack rippling through her flesh as she cries out in feigned protest. But even as she resists, she pushes back harder, her inner walls clenching greedily. "That's right, you oversized whore—your body's just a vessel for my cum, aren't you?" She whimpers submissively, "Master, please... thats humiliating," but her hips grind eagerly, her devoted moans betraying her act as she takes every thrust. Gripping her throat lightly from behind, you choke her as you slam deeper, the wet slaps filling the bedroom, her massive form rocking with each impact, huge breasts swaying wildly. "Pathetic slave, so desperate for my seed—writhing like the cow you are." She gasps raggedly, "I... I shouldn't..." Her pussy spasms, gripping you tighter as her body melts into the rhythm, her enormous curves enveloping you more with every movement. The pleasure builds as her giant body fully engulfs your small one, her ass cushioning every fierce thrust, and you growl, "I'm going to fill you with kits, slave—pump you full until your belly swells, and you'll take care of them all, nursing them like the broodmare you are? Bound to me forever, raising my litter in submission." She whimpers, "Master, the thought... it's too much to bear," but her devoted eyes hold, her pussy flooding with more slickness as she bucks back eagerly, her enormous form quivering in anticipation of your words. She slows slightly from the overwhelming sensations, but you don't relent, "Ride harder, slut, or I'll chain you and whore you out. If you can't serve properly, at least I'll get something out of you." Spurred, she flips to mount you, her enormous weight bouncing roughly atop you. "T-thats mean, master." she whines. Her pussy slams down to take you fully, her giant curves smothering your small frame as she rides with devoted vigor, huge breasts heaving above, her inner walls milking you relentlessly until the pressure builds unbearably. You cum deep inside her with a guttural groan, flooding her vast pussy with hot seed, spurt after spurt painting her depths as she shudders in submissive ecstasy, her own orgasm clenching around you like a vice, drawing out every drop while her enormous body trembles, her devoted whispers filling the air, "Yes, Master... fill me completely." <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You lie down beside her naked form submissively, your small body nestling against her enormous plush curves as you let her take the lead, murmuring, "Vanilla can you hold me close?" Your twin tails curl around her leg. Vanilla's devoted eyes soften, her kind smile blooming as she pulls you into her arms, her massive breasts pillowing your head, her plush fur warm against you. "Of course, sweetie—let Mommy take care of her little fox," she coos, stroking your fur gently. You relax into her hold, the warmth soothing as she rocks you slightly, her enormous form cradling you completely. "You're so precious. Mommy loves pampering her good boy," <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You shake your head at her request, your small frame assertive as you command, "Bend down and fetch it yourself, Vanilla." Her half-lidded eyes show surprise, her kind smile faltering slightly as she processes the order. <<if $vanillaDom > -5>> She chuckles seductively, straightening to loom over you, her large hand ruffles your head playfully before sliding down to squeeze your shoulder firmly, the pressure causing you to wince. "Tails, sweetie, that's quite rude—I asked so nicely... Now be a dear and pick that book up from the lower shelf for me." Before you can argue, her enormous hand presses down on your back, forcing you to bend low toward the shelf, her strength unyielding. She guides you like a puppet, her fur brushing against you in the process, humiliating you with how easily she controls your smaller frame. "There you go—grab it now, and hand it up to me," she coos, her grip firm until you comply. Your fingers snatch the book from the lower shelf shakily. You straighten up only when she allows, handing the book to her submissively as she takes it with a satisfied smile, her towering presence making you feel even smaller. "See? That wasn't so hard—was it, sweetie?" <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She blushes lightly, bending down fully to grab the book, her enormous body folding awkwardly, huge breasts dangling as her tan and white fur brushes close. "If you say so, Tails," she murmurs conflictedly. As she lingers a moment too long, you slap her ass lightly, the jiggle satisfying as the flesh ripples under your palm, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "T-Tails!" she exclaims weakly, her protest half-hearted and breathy. She straightens up quickly with the book in hand, her cheeks flushing deeper with a flattered glow, her half-lidded eyes meeting yours with a spark of arousal. Her enormous body shifts subtly, her kind smile returning with a shy, pleased edge despite the shock. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You nod agreeably, bending for the book on the lower shelf, your small frame reaching easily as you hand it up to her towering form. "Here you go, Vanilla," you say. Vanilla takes it with a warm smile, her half-lidded eyes appreciative as her soft voice praises, "Thank you, sweetie—you're always so helpful." Her enormous body looms, making you feel diminutive as she ruffles your fur gently. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You eye her form appreciatively, your small frame stepping closer, "Dress in that maid outfit I bought you, Vanilla. Serve me today... I think I'm feeling tea." Her half-lidded eyes widen slightly, her blush deepening as she processes the order, her body leaning in subtly. <<if $vanillaDom > -10>> She straightens with a seductive chuckle, her towering body looming over you like a giant, her large hand descending to ruffle your fur playfully at first, then squeezing your shoulders firmly enough to ache. "That's cute sweetie, but I can only tolerate so much from you. I think you need a little lesson. now hold still while I get you dressed up properly, sweetie." Before you can pull away, her enormous hands grip your arms, pinning them to your sides as she strips off your clothes with quick, insistent tugs, your shirt and pants discarded in a heap on the floor, leaving you naked and squirming in her hold. She reaches for the maid outfit nearby—the frilly black and white ensemble meant for her massive curves—and forces it onto you, the fabric much too large, hanging loosely like a tent over your small body, the skirt draping comically long past your knees, the top sagging empty where her huge breasts would fill it, the lace apron flopping uselessly as she adjusts the headpiece on your head with a giggle. You try to protest, "Vanilla, this is ridiculous—I can't—" but she shushes you warmly, her kind smile unwavering as she spins you around to tie the apron strings, the oversized outfit making you feel even tinier and more humiliated, the frills itching against your yellow fur. "Nonsense, sweetie—you look absolutely precious; now fetch Mommy some tea like a good little maid, or I'll have to spank that cute bottom of yours." Humiliated beyond words, you comply shakily, heading to the kitchen in the baggy maid outfit, the skirt swishing awkwardly with each step as you prepare the tea hastily. The kettle whistles, hot water pouring over the leaves, steam rising as you stir in sugar. Carrying the cup back on a tray, your twin tails tucked in embarrassment, you serve it submissively, bending forward slightly as her enormous presence lounges on the couch, making you feel minuscule. As you offer the tea, she sips delicately at first, then her large hand reaches out to grip your ass firmly through the oversized skirt, squeezing the cheeks with possessive strength, the touch both startling and demeaning as she praises mockingly, "Mmm, good servant—such a diligent little maid you make. But next time I might not be so kind." Her grip lingers as she relaxes, kneading slightly as you stand there flushed, the humiliation sinking deeper while she enjoys her tea contentedly. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She nods reluctantly "Alright, one moment dear.", her cheeks flush a soft pink as she excuses herself to change, returning moments later dressed in the frilly maid outfit you bought—the black and white lace clinging tightly to her enormous plush body, the low-cut top straining over her huge breasts, the fabric stretched thin and threatening to burst at the seams, accentuating every curve of her tan and white fur, the short skirt riding up her thick thighs to reveal glimpses of her short ball tail, the whole ensemble making her look like a demeaning parody of a servant. She prepares the tea in the kitchen, the aroma of chamomile and honey wafting through the air, returning with a steaming cup on a tray, as she goes to set it on the coffee table you scold her, "Not like that, maid! Hold up those massive tits of yours and place this little plate on top; I'm using your breasts as my table today." She hesitates, her eyes widening in weak protest, "T-Tails, that's so... improper," her voice trembs with embarrassment, but her body responds with a subtle quiver of flattered arousal. Her quickened breaths make her chest rise and fall enticingly as she complies, lifting her huge breasts with both arms, the soft flesh spilling over her palms like overflowing dough, positioning a small plate atop the cleavage, the outfit's lace framing the scene. You correct her sharply as she adjusts, "It's Not Tails today, maid—right now, it's Master, and you're my obedient little servant; address me properly, or I'll cut your pay." She blushes deeper, murmuring apologetically, "Y-yes, Master... as you command," Her tone is laced with genuine fluster, her curvy body trembling slightly as she holds the pose, the plate steady on her heaving breasts. "Now pull down your top and pour the tea over them—let it drip into my mouth," you command, leaning back expectantly on the couch, your eyes fixed on her straining cleavage. She pauses, her eyes widening slightly in hesitant surprise, the cup trembling in her large hands as she processes the demeaning order, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink under her tan fur, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flickering across her mature features. Her kind smile falters into a conflicted bite of her lip. her enormous body shifts with a subtle quiver, clearly weighing the humiliation against her the thrill. After a brief moment, she nods submissively, murmuring, "Y-yes, Master... if that's what you desire," She tugs down the low-cut top with one hand, exposing her huge breasts fully, the brown nipples hardening in the air. She blows on the drink before she tilts it hesitantly. The warm chamomile tea cascades over her cleavage, the herbal flavor mingled with a hint of her natural musky scent as it trickles down the valley between her breasts, flowing into your open mouth below, the liquid sweet with honey and slightly salty from her fur. Her arousal becomes evident in the way her nipples harden visibly, her quick breaths turning to soft whimpers as the hot tea sensitizes her skin. You swallow the flavorful tea, "What a wonderful maid—your tits make the perfect flavoring, don't they?" She protests weakly as more tea stains her fur and outfit, "Master, it's... it's getting everywhere," but you lean in, softly licking the trails of tea from her breasts, your tongue tracing the wet paths over her soft, tan fur, lapping up the herbal residue with deliberate slowness, making her gasp in shock. "M-Master, that's not... not necessary," but you disagree, "I'm just cleaning them for you, maid—can't have my servant all messy, can I? Hold still and let me finish." Your licks continue, teasing her hardening nipples, the flavors intensifying with her skin's warmth, her body quivering with pleasure as tea continues to drip, the scene drawn out in demeaning intimacy until she's thoroughly "cleaned," her soft moans betraying how much she's enjoying the attention. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You offer helpfully to her adjusting form, "Need a hand with that frame, Vanilla? I can fetch a stool for you." Your small body moves to assist. Vanilla smiles warmly, her half-lidded eyes appreciative as she nods, "Yes, sweetie—bring the stool over; you're so thoughtful." Her enormous form waits as you drag it. You hold it steady as she steps up, adjusting the frame, her plush ass close to your face, "Such a helpful little boy." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You approach her naked, bent form at the sink, "Keep washing, Vanilla—I'm about to use those thick thighs of yours." Her half-lidded eyes show discomfort, her blush intensifying as she shifts uneasily. <<if $vanillaDom > -15>> She turns with a firm smile, her towering body pressing you back against the counter, a large hand on your chest squeezing lightly, the pressure making your heart race as her enormous strength holds you in place effortlessly. "Oh, sweetie, that's not how we do things," she scolds warmly, her kind voice laced with playful sternness, her half-lidded eyes narrowing as she leans in closer. Before you can respond, her other hand grabs your face gently but firmly, cupping your muzzle in her palm and tilting your head up to meet her gaze, her fingers squeezing your cheeks just enough to puff them out. "You need to learn some manners, little boy—demanding things like that? No, no, that's rude. Mommy expects better behavior from her helpful fox." Her touch is dominant, her plush fur warm against your skin, but her words sting with motherly disapproval, leaving you flushed and silent. She releases your face with a soft pat, stepping back slightly but still looming over you. "Now, to make up for it, help me with these dishes—dry them nice and thorough, sweetie." You nod shakily and take the cloth, drying the plates submissively one by one, the water droplets wiping away under your efforts as she watches with a satisfied smile. She crosses her arms under her huge breasts, praising mockingly as you work, "That's it. See how much nicer it is when you listen?" The kitchen fills with the soft clink of plates as you stack them neatly. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> "Tails, right now while I'm washing the dishes? That seems... a bit much, but alright, if that's what you want." Her thick thighs part slightly in hesitant compliance, her enormous body shifting as water continues to run in the sink, her tan and white fur glistening from splashes. Her half-lidded eyes glance back at you with a mix of reluctance and hidden arousal. You spot a small stool nearby in the kitchen, grabbing it quickly and positioning it between her spread thighs for better height, you align your small frame with her towering form. As you step up, your hardening cock brushes against her slick pussy lips, rubbing along the warm folds and eliciting a soft gasp from her, the contact sending a jolt through both of you, her dripping wetness coating the tip as you adjust to slide between her soft, enveloping thighs. The friction starts slow and teasing as you thrust into the warm, plush gap between her thighs, her curves pressing around you like a velvety vice, the sensation intimate as her skin glides slickly against yours, building heat with each measured push. "Look at these chubby, motherly thighs of yours," you say teasingly, "so soft and perfect, aren't they, you big, teasing slut?" She protests weakly, her voice breathy and faltering, "T-Tails, that's so mean... you shouldn't say things like that," but her arousal betrays her, showing in her quickened breaths, the way her thighs squeeze tighter around you instinctively, and her pussy dripping more noticeably onto your shaft as it rubs near. She continues washing the dishes, the clink of plates and running water providing a rhythmic backdrop as you pound faster now, your hips snapping forward with increasing urgency, the plush flesh of her thighs jiggling with each impact, enveloping your cock in waves of soft pressure that build the friction to an intense, slippery heat. "Your body's so plump and teasing—always begging for use like this, isn't it, you needy bunny? Look at how wet you're getting just from having me between your legs." She whimpers softly, her enormous body shuddering slightly, "It's... it's not fair, Tails," her voice trembles as her hands fumble with a soapy plate, her quickened breaths turning to quiet moans that she tries to suppress. The fucking drags on deliciously, your thrusts growing more deliberate and forceful, the warm, slick channel between her legs tightening as she flexes subtly, the sensation of her plush skin rubbing against you building to a feverish peak, sweat mixing with the water splashes from the sink. You grip her hips for leverage, pulling her back into each motion, the size difference making every slide feel all-encompassing, her thighs like endless cushions that swallow your movements. Finally, after the prolonged buildup, you cum with a groan, seed spurting between her thighs in hot ropes, coating her inner fur and dripping down her legs as she gasps. "Leave it like that for today, slut." <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

"Let me dry those dishes for you, Vanilla—go relax." Your small body takes the towel. Vanilla smiles kindly, her half-lidded eyes warm as she steps aside, "Thank you, sweetie—you're always so eager to help." She move to lounge nearby, watching you work. You dry the dishes carefully, the cloth wiping water away. "Such a good little assistant." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You eye her naked, dusting form with a smirk, commanding firmly, "Stop dusting and go put on something slutty, Vanilla—we're going on a proper date tonight. I want everyone to see what a hot, obedient bunny I own." Her half-lidded eyes widen in surprise, a conflicted flush spreading across her tan fur as she processes the bold order. <<if $vanillaDom > -20>> She straightens to her full towering height, looming over you with a firm, motherly scowl, her large hand gently but insistently grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to meet her gaze. "Tails, sweetie, that is quite enough of that tone," she scolds warmly but sternly, her voice carrying that familiar dominant edge. "You do not get to order me into slutty clothes and parade me around like some trophy just because you feel like it. We're still going out tonight, young man—but you're in a lot of trouble now." Humiliated by her swift takeover, you can only nod meekly as she releases your chin. She dresses herself in an elegant but modest evening gown that hugs her massive curves perfectly, the deep blue fabric shimmering under the light, accentuating her tan and white fur without being overt. She then makes you drive her to the fanciest restaurant in town, her enormous body filling the passenger seat as she sits with poised authority, occasionally glancing at you with that kind-yet-stern gaze that makes you shrink further. At the restaurant, the maître d' seats you at a secluded table with pristine white linens and crystal glasses, the ambiance sophisticated and intimate. Throughout the entire dinner, she scolds you quietly but relentlessly, her voice low to avoid drawing attention but firm enough to keep you chastised. When the waiter approaches, she takes charge of the menu, ordering with confident elegance: "We'll start with the foie gras appetizer, please," she says smoothly, then adds, "For the main course, the $120 lobster tail for me—and the house salad for my little companion here; he's watching his figure." She continues, "Oh, and bring us your finest $300 bottle of champagne to celebrate... good behavior." For dessert, she specifies, "The chocolate soufflé, of course—extra decadent." She reminds you between bites of her luxurious meal, "This is what happens when you try to treat Mommy like a toy instead of respecting her—now eat your salad quietly, sweetie." She enjoys every luxurious bite with a satisfied smile—the rich, buttery foie gras melting on her tongue, the succulent lobster dipped in garlic butter, the champagne bubbling crisply. You sit there small and chastised under her kind-yet-stern gaze, the bill mounting to a painful total while she savors her control. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> <<set $money -= 500>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She blushes deeply, murmuring conflictedly, "Something slutty? W-well, it might be fun to get out of the house for once..." Her enormous body shifts with a mix of nervousness and hidden excitement, her tan and white fur catching the light as she excuses herself to change. She returns shortly, dressed in an outrageously revealing red dress that clings to her like a second skin—the fabric a deep crimson which contrasts beautifully with her fur, the side slit running high up her thick thigh to expose nearly all of her leg with every step. The strapless top is daringly low to show off the generous tops of her huge breasts, barely containing them as they strain against the material, making her look like a luxurious, seductive prize. She stands before you obediently, her half-lidded eyes meeting yours with happy nervousness, her kind smile shy but pleased. You lead her out to the car, her towering form drawing immediate stares from passersby as the dress leaves little to the imagination, her plush ass swaying with each step, the slit flashing glimpses of her inner thigh. At the upscale restaurant, the valet's eyes widen as he takes the keys, but it's the maître d' who stares openly, his gaze lingering on her exposed cleavage before composing himself to seat you at a prime candlelit table overlooking the city, the ambiance romantic with soft jazz playing in the background, crystal glasses sparkling under the chandeliers. The waiter approaches, a young dog man with a professional demeanor that cracks as his eyes dart repeatedly to Vanilla's plunging neckline, his cheeks flushing as he stammers through the specials. You take charge of ordering some good food first, starting with appetizers: "We'll have the seared scallops with truffle oil to start, and the artisanal cheese board—make sure it's the premium selection." For mains, you add, "The filet mignon for me, medium rare, and the grilled salmon for the lady, with the garlic mashed potatoes on the side." Vanilla sits across from you, looking every bit the expensive escort, her enormous body drawing envious glances from other patrons, men and women alike stealing looks at her revealing dress. Her nervousness shows in the way she fidgets with her napkin, her flattered smile growing as she notices the attention but stays composed. As the appetizers arrive—the scallops tender and rich, the cheese board laden with creamy brie, sharp cheddar, and exotic fruits—you lean in, teasing her softly over the table, "Look at them all staring, Vanilla—every eye in this place is on you, on that slutty red dress showing off your massive tits and those endless legs. They're jealous, you know. They want you, but they can't have you like I do, can they? You're mine, sitting here obedient and wet just from all the looks." She blushes furiously, her half-lidded eyes darting around the room before meeting yours, murmuring, "T-Tails, that's embarrassing..." Her thighs press together under the table. Halfway through the main course, you feel the urge build, and you lean forward, "Vanilla, I'm feeling a bit happy from spending all this time with you. The only thing that could make this night better is if give me a blowjob, right here, right now." She hesitates, her eyes widening in weak protest, "S-sir, here? With everyone around? That's... that's so risky, what if someone sees?" her voice trembles with nervous excitement. Your voice hardens. "I think you should worry more about what I would do should you refuse." After a moment, her fork clatters to the floor with a soft gasp that draws no attention in the bustling restaurant. "Oops... let me get that, sir," she whispers, sliding gracefully beneath the tablecloth, her enormous body folding into the tight space with surprising ease, her massive breasts brushing your thighs as she positions herself between your legs. You feel her warm breath teasing your crotch a second as she unzips you before her soft, full lips wrap around your cock, taking you deep in one eager, practiced motion. Her experienced mouth moves with shocking skill, unlike the shy, motherly front she usually puts on; it's clear from the way her tongue swirls expertly around the head, her cheeks hollowing with powerful suction, and her throat relaxing to take you fully that she's been around. Her devoted hunger makes the blowjob intense and masterful, the wet sounds barely muffled by the tablecloth as she bobs rhythmically, moaning quietly around your shaft, it seems all resistance is gone from her earlier protest. You grip the edge of the table tightly, trying to stay composed while the waiter refills your water, oblivious to the scene below. Her head moves steadily, long deep strokes mixed with teasing licks along the underside and gentle grazes of her teeth for added sensation, her large hands gripping your thighs for leverage as she works you with seasoned precision, the buildup slow and torturous until you can't hold back any longer, cumming hard down her throat in pulsing waves. She swallows every drop without spilling a single bit, her throat working efficiently around you, then calmly re-emerges, wiping her lips daintily with her napkin and smiling innocently at you as if nothing happened. "All better, sir," she whispers, her eyes sparkling with happy mischief. On the way home in the car, the city lights blurring past, Vanilla leans back in her seat, her enormous body relaxed as she admits softly, her voice a mix of contentment and reflection, "That was quite fun tonight, Tails... I haven't done anything like that in a while—it felt exhilarating." <<set $money -= 200>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You step closer to her naked, startled form and offer gently, "Let me help you reach those high spots, Vanilla—I'll hold the duster for you or get the step stool." Your small body moves to assist, twin tails curling submissively as you look up at her towering figure. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes soften with warm appreciation, her kind smile blooming as she hands you the duster. "That's so sweet of you, sweetie—yes, if you could get the very top shelf, I'd appreciate it." Her enormous body steps aside, watching with motherly pride as you drag over the step stool and stretch high, the task making you feel even smaller next to her plush curves. You dust diligently while she praises softly, "Such a good helper you are—look at you reaching so high for me." The high shelves gradually sparkle under your combined effort, her towering presence making the moment feel both helpful and subtly humiliating as she guides you with gentle instructions. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You call her into the livingroom and order firmly, "Lie down on your back, slave—I'm going to use your face as my seat." <<if $vanillaDom > -25>> She suddenly sits up, her towering form scooping you into her lap with effortless strength, cradling you against her huge breasts as she scolds gently, "You want to sit on my face? That's cute, sweetie, but it seems you've forgotten your place—maybe Mommy should remind you by sitting on yours instead." Before you can respond or squirm away, her enormous hands grip your shoulders firmly, flipping you onto your back on the couch with casual ease, her plush fur brushing against you as she maneuvers her massive body over yours. She positions herself above your head, her thick thighs straddling your chest first, the weight already pressing down as her kind smile hovers above, her half-lidded eyes twinkling with playful dominance. "Now be a good boy and take your punishment—Mommy's going to sit nice and heavy until you learn," she coos warmly. She lowers her fat ass slowly onto your face, the immense plush cheeks squishing down with overwhelming softness, enveloping your muzzle completely in warm, smothering fur. You gasp as her huge ass settles fully, the sheer size and weight squashing you into the cushions, her tan and white fur muffling your breaths as air becomes scarce— you can barely inhale through the thick, plush barrier. Her motherly curves conform around your head, the pressure intense and dizzying, her short tail flicking teasingly above. "Lick me, sweetie—stick that tongue out and make Mommy feel good, or I'll stay here all day," she instructs gently but firmly, grinding down a bit harder to emphasize, her voice vibrating through her body into yours. You hear her turn on the tv, some reality show with trashy characters. "Oh good sweetie, my shows on. I suppose we'll be here for a while." Desperate for any relief, you extend your tongue, lapping at her slick folds pressed against your mouth, the musky taste filling your senses as you lick obediently, her enormous weight making every breath a struggle, your lungs burning as you work her pussy with frantic strokes. She moans softly above you, rocking her hips slowly, "Mmm, that's my good little fox—keep licking, deeper now," her kind tone mockingly encouraging as she enjoys the control, her fat ass squishing you further with each shift. Suddenly, a soft puff escapes her—slipping out right against your face, the warm gas filling what little air you have, making your eyes water as she giggles mockingly apologetic, "Oops, sorry sweetie—Mommy must have had too much for lunch; just breathe it in like a good boy, it's all part of your lesson." You lick harder in desperation, your tongue delving deeper into her folds, tasting her arousal as she grinds down, her moans growing louder, her enormous ass unrelenting in its smothering hold. Spots dance in your vision, your breaths coming in ragged, shallow gasps, teetering on the edge of blacking out from the crushing weight of her huge ass and the lack of oxygen. She finally lifts slightly, allowing a rush of fresh air as she slides off your face, her kind smile beaming down at you. "There, there—did you learn your lesson, sweetie? Next time, remember who's really in charge here," she says warmly, patting your cheek gently before releasing you completely. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She lies back obediently on the couch as you undress, her long ears spreading out against the cushions as you climb onto her chest first, then position yourself over her face, lowering your ass onto her large, warm muzzle with a firm press. "That's right, stay still while I get comfortable," you say, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV, flipping to a random show as the screen flickers to life, the sounds of a sitcom filling the room while you settle in deeper, your cheeks spreading over her mouth. The moment your ass fully covers her, she shifts—her strong hands immediately grab the backs of your thighs, gripping tightly and pulling you down harder, smothering her face completely against your hole as her long, eager tongue pushes straight into your asshole, rimming you with hungry, swirling licks that send jolts through your body. "Look at you, so desperate to taste my ass—pathetic slave," you say mockingly, trying to focus on the TV screen where characters banter mindlessly, but her relentless tongue makes it hard, probing deep and wet, the vibrations from her muffled moans traveling up your spine. You wiggle down further, grinding your ass against her muzzle to assert control, "Yeah, lick it good—you're nothing but a rimming whore, aren't you? Keep that tongue working while I watch my show." But she's into it more than expected, shoving her face closer by arching her neck, her powerful arms locking around your legs like steel bands to keep you pinned, her tongue delving even deeper with shameless hunger, licking and sucking at your hole with expert swirls that make your cock throb against her chin, her enormous body quivering beneath you, huge breasts jiggling as she devours you eagerly. The TV drones on with laughter tracks, but you can't concentrate, gasping as her tongue hits sensitive spots relentlessly, "Slow down, you greedy bitch," you say, your voice straining, but she doesn't relent, her moans louder now, vibrating intensely as one hand reaches around to stroke your cock in rhythm, milking you with firm, skilled pumps. "W-wait, that's too—ahh!" you stammer, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm, her tongue too good, probing faster and deeper until the pleasure crashes over you, forcing you to cum hard in her hand, spurting across her fur as she milks every drop, still eagerly rimming you through the orgasm until you're spent and trembling on her face. Only then does she finally loosen her grip, letting you slide off her muzzle with a shaky breath, but before you can recover, her enormous hands lift you effortlessly, turning you around in her lap as she brings your still-sensitive penis to her lips, licking it clean with slow, thorough strokes of her tongue, lapping up the cum with devoted care. "Mmm, thank you for the treat, Master," she murmurs between licks, her eyes glowing with satisfied devotion as she savors the flavor, her warm mouth gentle but insistent until you're spotless, leaving you flushed and breathless on the couch. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You lie down on the bed and invite her softly, "Come cuddle with me, Vanilla—just hold me for a while." Your small body sinks into the mattress, twin tails curling invitingly. Vanilla's eyes warm instantly, her kind smile blooming as she climbs onto the bed, her enormous plush body enveloping you completely, huge breasts pillowing your head as she wraps her arms around you. "Of course, sweetie—let me hold my little fox nice and close," she coos, her voice full of gentle affection. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You approach her naked, kneeling form in the backyard, the sun warming her tan fur as you command roughly, "Stay on all fours, slave—I'm fucking you right here outside, where anyone could see." Her half-lidded eyes widen with aroused fear, her plush ass raised higher in invitation despite her conflicted whimper. <<if $vanillaDom > -35>> She rises suddenly, her towering body turning to face you with a stern motherly scowl, a large hand gently but firmly pushing you back against the fence, her plush fur brushing you as she scolds, "Sex outside? No, sweetie—you're in trouble for even suggesting that; help me garden instead, and think about your manners." Humiliated by her control, you nod meekly. She hands you a trowel, watching as you kneel and dig submissively, planting flowers under her direction. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She whimpers submissively, her voice soft and trembling as she glances nervously toward the fence, "Out here, Master? What if someone sees..." but she stays obediently on all fours in the grass, her enormous naked body quivering with a mix of fear and arousal, her plush ass raised high and her huge breasts dragging lightly against the warm lawn, fur glistening under the afternoon sun as she spreads her thick thighs wider for you. You mount her from behind without hesitation, your small frame climbing onto her towering form, gripping her wide hips as you thrust your cock into her slick pussy. The open air makes everything feel forbidden and thrilling—the backyard fence offering only thin privacy while a gentle breeze rustles the flowers nearby. The distant sound of a neighbor's mower hums faintly across the way. Her giant pussy envelops you completely in its warm depths, the size difference stark as her massive ass cheeks swallow your hips with each push, her thick thighs clamp softly around you like living pillows that jiggle with every motion. You start fucking her roughly, hips snapping forward in steady, deep strokes, the wet slap of skin echoing softly in the yard as her enormous body rocks beneath you. Her ass cushions every impact like a soft, endless wave. "Look at you, getting fucked like an animal in broad daylight," you tease, your voice low and mocking, "The neighbors could peek over the fence right now, watching your slutty body bounce and jiggle for me—such a desperate whore, aren't you?" She moans, her long ears flopping as she pushes back against you, "N-no, Master, they might see... it's too embarrassing," but her pussy clenches eagerly around your cock, dripping more slickness down her thighs, her huge breasts swaying pendulously with every thrust. The sun beats down warmly on your joined bodies, sweat starting to glisten on her tan fur as you reach forward and spank her enormous ass sharply. The loud smack ripples through her plush cheeks and leaving a faint pink mark. "Scream louder, slut—let them hear what a whore you are, bred in the open like a filthy dog," you spank her again and again while pounding harder, your small hips slamming into her massive rear with relentless force. She cries out devotedly, "Master... please, not so loud... someone could hear," but her enormous form rocks back into you greedily, her pussy fluttering and squeezing tighter around your cock as the forbidden thrill builds. The rhythm intensifies, the grass tickling her knees and your legs as you grip her hips tighter, pulling her back onto you with each thrust, the open air heightening every sensation—the breeze cooling the sweat on your fur, the distant sounds of neighborhood life make the risk feel electric. "That's it, take it like the public breeding bitch you are—your fat ass is made for this, jiggling for anyone who might watch." Her conflicted moans turn breathier, her massive body shuddering as the pleasure coils tighter, until you finally cum deep inside her with a groan, flooding her vast pussy with hot seed, rope after rope painting her walls while her own orgasm crashes through her, her enormous form quaking in submissive bliss, pussy milking you greedily as she gasps and whimpers in the sunlight. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You kneel beside her naked form in the backyard, "Let me help you with the gardening, Vanilla—hand me the tools." Vanilla's half-lidded eyes soften, her kind smile returning as she hands you a trowel, "Thank you, sweetie—dig here, and be careful with the roots." Her enormous body kneels nearby, guiding you with light instructions. You work the soil, planting flowers under her watch, her nude form staying close, "Such a good helper you are." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You pull out a cowprint bikini from a drawer, tossing it to her nude form, "Put this on and act like the sow you are, slave. Serve me properly." <<if $vanillaDom > -40>> She stands there completely naked, her enormous body towering over your small frame. Instead of reaching for the bikini, she steps closer with a soft, playful sigh. "Oh, sweetie... you really want me to dress up like a cow and moo for you?" she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness while her kind smile hides a teasing glint. "How cute. Alright then, Master... if that's what you desire." Before you can do anything, she presses forward, her massive breasts brushing your chest as one large hand settles on your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you down. With you laying on the ground, she moves a foot over your chest. The sheer weight of her makes it impossible to move, her half-lidded eyes locking onto yours with that familiar dominant edge. "But look at you, already so excited just from the idea," She lowers one of her large, soft feet and pressing the warm sole directly against your crotch through your pants. Her foot starts rubbing slowly at first, toes curling skillfully around the growing bulge, then she frees your cock with a quick tug of her toes and envelops it completely in the soft warmth of her sole and arch. She strokes expertly with a teasing pressure. "Let Mommy take care of her eager little owner," she murmurs mockingly, as her foot works you faster. You try to protest or command her again, but the rhythmic glide of her massive foot is relentless, toes flexing perfectly around your shaft until you can't hold back. You cum with a gasp, spurting across her foot and ankle in hot ropes. She pulls her foot away slowly, a sweet, almost pitying smile on her lips as she pats your head gently. "Oh dear... I wish we could have played your little cow game properly, but look what happened—you already came." She steps back gracefully, her towering naked body swaying as she turns away. "Such a shame. Maybe next time, sweetie, if you're a good boy." She leaves you standing there sticky and humiliated, her plush form disappearing without another glance. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She slips into the cowprint bikini, the black and white spotted fabric stretching tightly over her huge breasts and plump ass, the thin material barely contains her curves as she adjusts the straps with trembling fingers. After a pause, her cheeks flush deeper, "I may be rather fitting for this play. After having Cream... my sweet little daughter... I never stopped lactating, Master. My milk never dried up." She admits softly. "Moo... how may this cow serve you, Master?" she murmurs submissively, her voice soft and low. Her half-lidded eyes betray a flicker of nervous excitement. You both move to the bed. As you latch onto one of her leaking breasts, sucking hard. The warm, sweet milk flows immediately into your mouth, rich and creamy, filling you with each pull. Vanilla's enormous body trembles at first, but as you drink, she seems to relax, and even smile wider. Her large hands cradle your head gently against her chest, fingers threading through your yellow fur as she begins to coo at you in a soft, obsessive voice, her tone shifting into something deeper, more possessive. "Shhh, my precious little kit... drink from your cow. That's it, suckle nice and deep. You don't have to worry about anything anymore—I'm here to take care of you forever. My sweet baby boy, so small and needy... I'll feed you every day, keep you safe, keep you all to myself." Her voice drops into a loving whisper as her free hand strokes your back possessively, "I suppose I miss being needed like this. Providing." She says dreamily. "No one else gets to have you like this. You're my special little boy now... I'll nurse you until you're all full and sleepy, my darling kit." You pull back just enough to speak, "Moo for me, cow—loud and clear while I drink your shame." She obeys immediately, her voice breathy and devoted, "Moo... moo, Master... theres no need for that. Your cow is happy to serve her little kit." The sound vibrates through her breast as you latch on again, sucking harder, the warm milk spilling slightly down your chin while her enormous body rocks gently, cradling you like a baby. Her hand slides down between your legs, wrapping around your cock with a firm, loving grip. "There, there, my sweet baby," she coos obsessively, stroking you slowly at first, then faster, her thumb circling the head as milk continues to flow into your mouth. "Your cow is going to make you feel so good while you nurse. Drink up, my precious boy—let my milk fill you while I take care of this naughty little thing. You're safe with me... no one else will ever touch you like this. You're mine, all mine." Her strokes grow more intense, her huge breasts jiggling softly against your face as she rocks you, her maternal side fully engaged, whispering endlessly, "Your sow loves her little kit so much... I'll keep you right here, nursing forever if you want... moo..." The combination of her warm milk flooding your mouth, her obsessive mothering words, and her skilled hand pumping you relentlessly pushes you over the edge. You cum hard in her grip, spurting across her fur and fingers as she milks every drop with devoted care, never stopping her soft cooing. "That's my good baby... let it all out for me. Such a perfect little kit." Only when you're spent does she finally ease you off her breast, a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips to her nipple. She lifts you gently into her lap, her enormous plush body enveloping you completely as she brings her cum-covered hand to her mouth, licking it clean with a soft, satisfied hum. "Mmm... I believe I liked that more than I anticipated. thank you for the treat, my darling kit." Her eyes glow with possessive devotion as she cradles you closer, rocking you gently in her arms. <</if>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You soften at her obedient form, "Instead, could you just hold me?" Vanilla's eyes warm, her kind smile blooming as you climb into her lap. she cradles you against her huge breasts. "Of course, sweetie—let Mommy nurse her little fox," she coos. "Such a good boy." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]]

You walk into the kitchen and find Vanilla sitting at the table, fidgeting with an empty mug. Her towering body looks tense, long ears drooping as she glances up at you with a shy, hopeful smile. "Tails... I hate to ask this, but... could I maybe have a small allowance? Just for groceries and a few things? I feel so useless just staying here with nothing of my own." You feel a moment of power. Do you push your advantage right now, or hold off? [[Cut a deal: Make her do her chores naked from now on|DomStory0_Demand]] [[Tell her you'll think about it|LivingRoom]]

You cross your arms and stare up at her. "An allowance? Sure. But only if you start earning it. From now on, all chores are done completely naked, and you stop pretending you can still call the shots around here. Or I can kick you out tomorrow—no money, no roof, nothing. Your choice." <<if $vanillaDom > -12>> She freezes for a second, then straightens to her full height, looming over you with a gentle but firm motherly scowl. One large hand rests on your shoulder, squeezing just enough to remind you of her strength. "Sweetie, I asked nicely. If you can't even help with something as simple as money without turning it into this... then maybe I should just handle things myself." She gently turns you toward the door. "Go on now. I'll figure it out." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She freezes, cheeks burning a deep crimson that spreads all the way to the tips of her long ears. "Naked...? In front of you? Every single day? Tails, that's... that's humiliating." Her voice shakes with genuine embarrassment, but she doesn't storm off or argue further. After a long, painful silence she lowers her head. "I... I don't have anywhere else to go. Fine. I'll do it. Just... please don't throw me out." You watch with hungry eyes as she slowly peels off her dress right there in the middle of the kitchen. The fabric slides down her towering body inch by inch, revealing her enormous naked form—huge breasts swaying heavily as they come free, tan and white fur catching the warm afternoon light, thick thighs and plush ass fully exposed. She stands there trembling, one arm instinctively trying to cover her tan nipples and the other hovering near her crotch before you snap, "Arms down. Let me look." She hesitates only a second, then drops her arms to her sides, cheeks still burning as she lets you drink in every curve. "There. Happy now?" she mutters, a hint of sass slipping into her voice. You circle her slowly, voice low. "Turn around. Bend over and touch your toes, then up and give me a slow twirl." She sighs but obeys, bending at the waist so her massive ass pushes out toward you, cheeks spreading slightly as she reaches for her toes. Then she straightens and spins once, slowly, her huge breasts jiggling with the motion. "Look at that fat, juicy ass... and those fat tits swinging. You're built like a walking fucktoy, Vanilla. Perfect." She straightens up, brow twitching with irritation, but she forces a tight smile. "I'm glad my body meets your high standards," she says with just enough sarcasm to sting, clearly not liking the crude compliments but dealing with it because she has no choice. "Can I get back to the dishes now?" You reach out to grope one of her heavy breasts, but the instant your fingers brush her fur she smacks your hand away sharply, the sound echoing in the kitchen. "That's too far," she says firmly, her voice with real steel behind it. "Looking is one thing. Touching is another." You smirk, not backing down. "For now," you reply, letting the threat hang in the air. "But we're going to revisit that rule very soon." She swallows hard, then turns toward the sink without another word, her enormous naked body on full display as she starts scrubbing the dishes, water splashing over her bare skin. Every movement makes her huge breasts sway and her plush ass jiggle, exactly the way you wanted. <<set $domstoryprogress += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You find Vanilla folding laundry naked as per the new rule. [[Demand handjobs on command|DomStory1_Demand]] [[Tell her you'll think about it|LivingRoom]]

You lean in, voice low. "From now on, every time I want a handjob, you drop whatever you're doing and give me one. No arguments or the allowance stops and I start looking for a younger tenant who won't complain. At your age, who else is going to take care of you?" <<if $vanillaDom > -22>> She straightens, looming over you, one large hand gently cupping your chin. "Sweetie, No. I already do the chores naked. That's enough for a little boy like you." She turns you toward the door with gentle pressure. "Go cool off somewhere else." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She blushes furiously, ears drooping low. "Every single time...? Tails, that's..." You stare her down without blinking until her shoulders finally slump in defeat. "I... I don't have a choice. Fine. Whenever you want... I'll do it." The moment the words leave her mouth you step closer, your small hands reaching up to cup her flushed cheeks. "See? That wasn't so hard. It's not so bad, Vanilla. You'll get used to it." You pull her down gently so her face is level with yours and kiss her—soft at first, then deeper, your tongue sliding against hers as her huge breasts press against your chest. She lets out a shaky breath into the kiss, her body tense but obedient. When you finally pull back she looks dazed, lips slightly parted. You take her large hand and guide it down to your already-hard cock. "Go on. Show me how grateful you are for the roof over your head." Her gloved fingers wrap around you—warm, soft, and far larger than your shaft. She starts stroking slowly, almost hesitantly, her thumb gliding over the head. Her voice is nervous and a little desperate. "You... you don't really want some silly young girl, do you?" She strokes a little faster, her other hand resting on your shoulder as if to steady herself. "Young ones are flighty. They don't appreciate what they have. I... I could be good for you, Tails. Really good." You smirk against her neck, kissing the soft fur there. "Convince me, then. Tell me why I should keep a big, used-up bunny like you instead of trading you in for something younger and tighter." Her cheeks burn hotter, but she doesn't stop stroking—her grip tightening, thumb circling the sensitive head with practiced skill even as her voice wavers. "Because... because older women are patient. We know how to make it last. We know how to make you feel wanted. A younger girl would get bored and leave you. I won't. I can't. I need you... and I can make you feel things they never could." Her hand moves faster now, desperation creeping into her strokes as she leans in closer, huge breasts brushing your chest. "Please, Tails... just let me prove it. Let me take care of you like this every day. I'll be good. I'll be whatever you need." The raw need in her voice, the way her experienced hand works you with perfect pressure while she practically begs, pushes you right to the edge. You groan, hips twitching. "Keep talking, slut. Tell me how grateful you are while you finish me." She whimpers but obeys, voice breathy and shaky. "I'm so grateful... thank you for letting me stay... I'll be your good bunny, I promise..." Her strokes turn frantic, desperate, and that's what finally sends you over. You cum hard with a grunt, thick ropes spurting across her fingers and dripping down her wrist as she milks every last drop, her hand never stopping until you're spent and trembling. Only then does she slowly pull her hand away, looking at the mess on her fingers with a slightly disgusted expression. You kiss her forehead softly and murmur, "See? You'll come to love it. I know you will." She doesn't answer, just wipes her hand on a nearby dish towel with trembling fingers, her cheeks still burning as she turns back to the laundry, naked and silent. <<set $domstoryprogress += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

Later that evening you find her dusting naked. [[Demand blowjobs from now on|DomStory2_Demand]] [[Tell her you'll think about it|LivingRoom]]

You step closer, voice cold. "From now on I want blowjobs on demand." <<if $vanillaDom > -32>> She rises slowly, towering over you with a scowl. "No, Tails. I already do the other things. You don't just get to add more on top." She gently guides you toward the door. "Go watch TV or something." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> "And before you even think about refusing... I have something you should see." You pull out your phone, open the hidden camera app connected to the small lenses you installed weeks ago throughout the house, and hit play. The screen lights up with crystal-clear footage of Vanilla on her knees giving you a handjob — her huge soft hands stroking you, her face flushed, her quiet moans clearly audible. Another clip shows her in the hallway doing the same thing. "I never told you about the cameras, did I? They're everywhere. Every single handjob you've given me is recorded in perfect HD." She freezes, her half-lidded eyes widening in genuine shock. The color drains from her face as the implication sinks in. "You... you were recording me? The whole time? Tails, that's... that's blackmail." Her voice cracks, long ears flattening completely against her head. She looks away, trembling, but the threat keeps her rooted in place. You don't blink. "Agree to blowjobs whenever I want, or these start circulating tonight. Your old friends, social media, anywhere I feel like. Your choice." Her shoulders slump in total defeat. Tears prick the corners of her eyes. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" she whispers, voice shaking. "Fine. I'll... I'll suck you off whenever you want. Just... please don't show those to anyone." The moment she says it, you sit down on the edge of the couch and point at the floor between your legs. "Prove it. Right now. On your knees." She drops without another word, her enormous naked body folding gracefully as she kneels between your thighs. You hit play on the phone again and hold it so she can see the video of herself giving you a handjob while she pulls your cock free. "Watch yourself," you tell her. "Look how eager you already were. These little concessions — naked chores, handjobs, now blowjobs — they're all leading to the same place. You're going to be completely mine. My personal slut. My property." Her warm, experienced mouth wraps around you, taking you deep in one smooth motion. She starts sucking with practiced skill, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, her huge soft hands cupping your balls as her head bobs slowly. She glares up at you. You keep the phone playing, the wet sounds from the video mixing with the real ones in the room. "That's it. Every little step makes it harder for you to say no. Soon you'll be crawling, begging, doing anything I say without hesitation." As she works you, her breathing grows heavier. You glance down and catch one of her hands slipping between her own thick thighs, fingers rubbing her slick pussy in small, desperate circles. A smirk spreads across your face. "Look at that. You really do love this, don't you? All that pretending to hate it, all the while your cunt is dripping." She pulls off just long enough to protest, voice husky and embarrassed, "N-no... I don't... I'm only doing this because—" You don't let her finish. You grab her long ears and shove your cock straight to the back of her throat in one firm thrust. She takes every inch without gagging — her throat opens smoothly, swallowing around you like it was made for this, the sudden deep intrusion making her eyes water but her lips seal tight around the base. She gulps hard, throat muscles rippling as she works you deeper, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room while the video of her handjob still plays on the phone beside her head. You groan, holding her there. "Good girl. No gag reflex at all. You've been hiding how much of a slut you really are." Her eyes burn holes in you while her throat milks you, and the combination of her desperate sucking, the video evidence, and the way her own fingers are still frantically rubbing her pussy pushes you over the edge. You cum hard down her throat, thick ropes pulsing straight into her belly as she swallows every drop without spilling, her throat working visibly around you. Only when you're completely spent does she slowly pull off, lips shiny, breathing hard. You pat her cheek. "See? You're already mine." She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, voice soft and defeated. "I... I just did what you asked." <<set $domstoryprogress += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You corner her in the bedroom after chores. [[Demand sex on command|DomStory3_Demand]] [[Try again later|LivingRoom]]

You lean in, voice cold. "Sex is on the table from now on too. Whenever I want it, you spread those thick thighs." <<if $vanillaDom > -42>> She stands tall, large hand resting on your shoulder as she scolds softly, "Sex whenever you want? That's too much, sweetie. I already do the rest." She gently turns you away. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She trembles, voice shaky. "Tails, that's... that's too much. I already do the chores naked, the handjobs, the blowjobs. I can't just—" You cut her off with a smirk, pulling out your phone and opening a text thread. "Oh? Then maybe I should stop wasting my time with you. My boss, Amy Rose—you remember her, right? That cute little pink hedgehog from work? She's younger, tighter... She has her own place already... but I bet if I asked she'd get rid of it and move in here to serve me. Petite, eager, no drama. Hmm..." You pretend to scroll through your contacts. "Maybe I should just text her right now and see if she's free tonight." Vanilla's eyes go wide with panic. She knows Amy—they had the same friend group for a while. Her long ears flatten completely, her huge breasts heaving with sudden worry. "Amy...? You... you'd really bring her here? Replace me with that little..." Her voice cracks, a desperate edge creeping in. "But... but I'm better, Tails. I have bigger breasts — soft, heavy. And my ass is huge and plush, not some tiny tight thing you'd get bored of in a week. I-I can actually give you kits... And I know you like mommy play. I can be your mommy, your slave, your everything. Amy can't do that for you." You tilt your head, teasing her while your cock twitches at the desperation in her voice. "Oh? You want my kits now?" She struggles, cheeks burning. "I... I only said it because... But... but it's true. I could give you a family. Amy can't. Please, Tails... don't replace me. I'll be better. I'll prove it." You step back, voice dropping. "Then show me. Spread that huge pussy right now. Convince me why I should keep the old, used-up bunny instead of trading her in for something younger and tighter." Vanilla hesitates for only a second, then slowly lowers herself onto the bed, her enormous naked body trembling as she lies back. With a shaky breath she reaches down, her large hands spreading her thick thighs wide, fingers pulling her slick folds open for you. Her pink pussy glistens, already wet despite her reluctance, her voice soft and desperate. "See? It's... it's all yours. Bigger and softer than anything Amy could give you. Please... fuck me. I'll do whatever you want." You climb between her massive legs, your cock sliding into her enormous, warm pussy with one smooth thrust. Her velvet walls stretch easily around you, enveloping every inch in soft, yielding heat far larger than your own body, yet somehow still gripping with a perfect, silky tightness that makes you groan. Her thick thighs tremble on either side of you as you bottom out, her huge breasts bounce lightly with the impact. You start thrusting steadily, hips snapping forward in deep, deliberate strokes, the wet slap of skin on fur echoing through the bedroom as her enormous body rocks beneath you. Each thrust makes her plush ass jiggle and her massive tits sway. The bed creaks under her weight. Even while you pound her, words spill out between broken gasps as she desperately tries to promote herself. "My... my body is so much softer than hers could ever be," she pants, voice shaky and urgent, one hand clutching the sheets while the other reaches up to cup one of her own breasts. "These breasts... they're huge and full... they can actually feed your kits... Amy's tiny chest could never do that... she'd never be able to carry your babies or nurse them like I can... please, Master... keep me... I'll be your mommy and your slut... just don't bring her here..." You keep thrusting harder, the wet, obscene sounds of her massive pussy growing louder, her inner walls fluttering and squeezing around your cock as if trying to prove her point. You grip her wide hips, pulling her back onto you with every snap of your pelvis, your smaller frame disappearing between her thick thighs. "Keep talking, bunny," you mock between grunts, "tell me exactly why I shouldn't trade you for a toy who already knows her place." She whimpers, legs spreading wider in submission even as tears of worry prick her eyes. "Because... because my pussy is so warm and deep... I'll let you breed me every night... I'll moan and beg like the desperate slut you want... just please... don't leave me..." Her desperate words, mixed with the way her enormous pussy clenches and milks you with every thrust pushes you right to the edge. You slam into her, the wet sounds filling the room as her huge breasts bounce wildly. "That's right... you worthless slut," you growl. Vanilla cries out, her voice breaking into a needy moan, her massive body shuddering as her own orgasm crashes through her. Her walls clamp down around your cock like a hot vice, pulsing and rippling as she cums hard, soaking your shaft and the sheets beneath her. The sight and feel of her losing control finally tips you over the edge. You bury yourself as deep as you can and cum inside her, flooding her vast pussy with thick ropes of seed, pumping her full while she gasps and whimpers beneath you. Only when the last spurt is spent do you slowly pull out, watching your cum leak from her stretched folds as she lies there panting. <<set $domstoryprogress += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You find Vanilla dusting the high shelves naked, her towering body stretched up on tiptoes, long ears flopped forward in concentration. Her half-lidded eyes glance over when she hears you enter, and she lowers her arms, huge breasts bouncing slightly as she turns to face you. [[Demand she relent to heavier kinks|DomStory4_Demand]] [[Tell her you'll think about it|LivingRoom]]

You step closer, voice low but firm. "You've been good lately with the chores and everything... but I want more. I think we'll start playing with heavier kinks start today. Collar, leash, public play, spanking, bondage, cosplay—whatever I feel like. You're going to be my obedient pet from now on." <<if $vanillaDom > -52>> She turns slowly, towering over you, her enormous naked body casting a long shadow. A playful, almost amused smile curves her lips as she tilts her head. "Oh? You want heavier kinks now, sweetie? Collar, leash, crawling, spanking... all of it?" Before you can answer, her large hands move with surprising speed. One grips your waist while the other yanks your pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, exposing you completely. "Let's see if you can handle what you're asking for," she murmurs, her voice still warm but carrying a firm edge. She sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you across her thick, plush thighs in one effortless motion, bending you over her lap like a misbehaving child. Your bare ass is now high in the air, your face pressed against the mattress. "No, wait—Vanilla, stop!" you protest, squirming and kicking your legs, but her powerful arm locks across your back, pinning you down easily. Her free hand comes down in a sharp, loud smack across your bare bottom. The sting blooms instantly, making you yelp. She spanks you again and again, each slap echoing in the room as your ass jiggles under her palm. "Hold still, little boy," she scolds gently, never raising her voice. "If you want to play rough games, you have to be able to take it first." You keep squirming, trying to twist away, but her arm holds you in place like a vice. Then her hand slides lower. She cups your balls from behind, squeezing them lightly in her warm palm before giving them a firm, stinging slap. The shock shoots through you—pain mixed with humiliating pleasure—making you gasp and buck wildly. "Ah—Vanilla! Not there!" you cry out, face burning with embarrassment. She gives them another light smack, then pats them almost affectionately. "See? You can't even handle a little spanking on these sensitive parts. How are you going to handle choking me or putting me on a leash if you can't take this?" She finally releases you, letting you slide off her lap onto shaky legs. Your pants are still around your ankles, ass stinging and balls tingling. She looks down at you with that same kind, almost pitying smile. "You can't handle heavier kinks, sweetie. Go on now—run along now." Humiliated and red-faced, you yank your pants up and scurry out of the room, her soft chuckle following you down the hallway. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She freezes, ears flattening against her head. "You want me to crawl around on a leash...? Tails, that's..." Her voice trembles, but you stare her down without blinking. After a long, painful silence her shoulders slump in defeat. "I... I suppose we're already having sex whenever you want. If you really need more... we can try other stuff too. Just... be gentle." You don't waste a second. You grab the rope and collar from the drawer and order her onto the bed. "On your stomach, slave." She obeys with a shaky breath, lying face-down as you bind her wrists and ankles together behind her back in a tight hog-tie, the rope digging into her plush fur. You add a ball-gag, buckling it behind her head so her moans will be muffled. "There. Now you're exactly how I want you—completely helpless while I tell you what's coming next." You sit beside her bound form, running your hands over her exposed ass and back. "From now on you're going to call me Master at all times. You'll wear a maid outfit when I say, serve me on your knees, and worship me whenever I snap my fingers. Petplay, crawling on all fours with a leash, doing tricks, and sleeping in a cage if I feel like it. Regular—ropes, cuffs, spanking, choking. Cosplay too—dressing you up like Samus or whatever fantasy I have. And maybe... free use. Letting my friends fuck you while you're tied up and can't say no." At the words "free use" her eyes go wide with real fear, a muffled whimper escaping around the gag as she shakes her head frantically. You smirk and lean down, stroking her cheek. "Relax, bunny. No... I don't want anyone else touching what's mine. This body belongs to me and me alone." She visibly relaxes, tension draining from her bound muscles as she nods gratefully. You smack her plump ass hard, the loud crack echoing as her cheeks jiggle. Then you reposition her slightly, rolling her onto her side so her head and bound feet are closer to your face. You pull the gag out to free her mouth and immediately shove your cock between her lips. "Keep sucking while I talk," you order, thrusting gently into her warm mouth as you continue. "Public play too—taking you out on a leash, making you crawl in the yard where neighbors might see. All of it. You're going to be my perfect slave wife." Her tongue works eagerly despite the hog-tie, sucking with practiced skill while you fuck her mouth slowly.You bend her feet further up, taking a lick of her toes. The pleasure builds too high. With a groan you cum down her throat, holding her head in place as she swallows every drop without spilling. Only when you're empty do you finally untie her, loosening the ropes and removing the gag. She gasps for air, rubbing her wrists as she sits up on shaky legs. You give her ass one last firm smack, sending her toward the door. "Good girl. Now go make dinner—naked, of course. We'll paly more tomorrow." She nods, still trembling, and hurries. You watch her plush jiggle as she flees, her ass still red from the fresh spanking. <<set $domstoryprogress += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You summon Vanilla to the bedroom late at night. She arrives wearing nothing but the simple collar you've made her wear lately, her enormous naked body moving with quiet, obedient grace. Her half-lidded eyes meet yours with a mix of nervous anticipation and weary submission as she stands before you, huge breasts rising and falling with each slow breath. This is the final step. Do you push for complete ownership right now, or hold off? [[Ask her to become your slave wife|DomStory5_Demand]] [[Tell her you'll think about it|LivingRoom]]

You step close, voice low and serious. "It's time we make this official, Vanilla. You've been good lately... but I want everything. From now on you're not just my slut. You're going to marry me and become my slave wife. You'll wear my ring, call me Master and Husband, bear my kits, and give yourself to me completely — body, mind, and soul. No more resistance. No more pretending you have any say. You'll live as my property for the rest of your life." <<if $vanillaDom > -65>> She stands tall, her large hand resting gently but firmly on your shoulder as she scolds softly. "Slave wife? Marriage? No, sweetie. I still have some dignity left. I can't just sign my entire life away like that." She gently turns you toward the door. "Go to bed. We'll talk when you're thinking more clearly." <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <<else>> She trembles, her long ears flattening completely against her head. Her massive breasts rise and fall rapidly as the weight of your words sinks in. "You... you want me to marry you? To become your wife? To carry your kits and... and belong to you forever?" Her voice is barely a whisper, eyes wide with a mix of fear and reluctant acceptance. You don't let her answer yet. You pull out a single sheet of paper from the nightstand drawer — the prenup you've already had drawn up. "Before you say yes, you need to understand the terms. You'll sign this prenup. It says you get nothing if we ever separate. No house, no money, no alimony. You'll walk away with the clothes on your back and nothing else. Everything stays mine. You're signing your entire future over to me." Her breath catches. She stares at the paper, ears still flat, clearly overwhelmed. "A... a prenup? So I get nothing? Tails, that's... Why would I? I can't just—" You cut her off by pushing her back onto the bed. "You can and you will. But first, I'm going to remind you that you already belong to me." You climb between her massive thighs, your cock sliding into her enormous, warm pussy with one smooth thrust. THer plush velvet walls stretch easily around you, enveloping every inch in soft, yielding heat far larger than your own body, yet somehow still gripping with a perfect, silky tightness. You start fucking her steadily, hips snapping forward as her huge breasts bounce with every thrust. Even while you pound her, you keep talking, voice low and cruel. "All our friends are going to know exactly what you are. They'll see the collar, the ring, the way you crawl for me. They'll know you're nothing but my owned slut wife. And Cream... your own daughter... she'll grow up knowing her mother is a whore who gave herself away completely. She'll see you on your knees, pregnant with my kits, serving me like the property you are." She whimpers beneath you, her enormous body rocking with each deep thrust, but you don't let her look away. You grip her chin, forcing her eyes on yours. "Admit it. Say you love being treated like property. Say you love being owned." "I... I don't..." she gasps, trying to hold onto the last shred of resistance, but her pussy clenches hard around you, betraying her. You slam into her harder, the wet sounds of her massive pussy filling the room. "Say it," you growl, spanking her ass sharply. "Say you love being my owned whore." Her voice breaks. "I... I love it... I love being your property... I love being owned..." The admission rips out of her as her hips start bucking back against you desperately, her enormous body shuddering. You keep thrusting, describing the wedding in vivid detail while you fuck her. "At the ceremony you'll walk down the aisle completely naked, wearing nothing but a collar and leash. I'll lead you like a pet in front of everyone. And to seal the vows, kiss my cock right there in front of the altar. Everyone will watch you submit completely." The humiliation and the relentless pounding overwhelm her. Her eyes roll back, her massive thighs shaking as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. She cries out, walls clamping down around your cock like a vice, milking you as she cums hard beneath you. The sight pushes you over the edge. You bury yourself deep and cum inside her, flooding her vast pussy with thick ropes of seed, pumping her full while she shudders and gasps beneath you. Only when the last spurt is spent do you slowly pull out, watching your cum leak from her stretched folds. She lies there panting, tears of overwhelmed submission on her cheeks. You stroke her ear gently. "Now... Vanilla? Will you marry me?" She nods weakly, voice dreamy. "Yes... I'll marry you. I'll be your wife. I'll sign the prenup. I'll do everything for you." <<set $domstoryprogress += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> <<set $master = true>> [[Continue|LivingRoom]] <</if>>

You hesitate, your stomach twisting with unease at the sight, but you force a nod, not wanting to come across as rude or overbearing. "N-No, it's fine," you mutter, shifting uncomfortably in your chair, though the words taste bitter on your tongue. You dislike the way Rex's hands hover so possessively over her, but you swallow it down, pretending to focus on the pool instead. Rex starts slowly, his hands pressing firmly against the base of her neck, spreading the sunblock in broad, deliberate strokes down her shoulders. Vanilla lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under his touch, her feet continuing their slow, hypnotic kicking as her toes curl and uncurl with subtle pleasure. "Mmm, that's perfect," she murmurs, her gaze still fixed on you, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "It's so important to cover every inch, isn't it? You never know when something might slip through the cracks and leave you exposed." His hands move lower, tracing the curve of her spine, fingers splaying out to massage the lotion into her fur with increasing pressure. Vanilla squirms just a little, her hips shifting as she arches her back ever so slightly, her small tail giving the faintest quiver before stilling again. Rex's tail sways more pronouncedly now, a sign of his growing engagement, as he works his way to her sides, his thumbs brushing along the edges of her bikini top where her breasts meet the chair. He takes his time, ensuring the sunblock seeps into every contour, his touch lingering on the soft swells that peek out. Vanilla's eyes never leave yours, that knowing glint intensifying as she watches your reaction. "Rex is so thorough," she says kindly, her voice dripping with double meaning. "He always makes sure to handle things with just the right amount of firmness—nothing gets left wanting." Her feet kick a bit slower now, toes flexing more deliberately as Rex's hands reach her lower back, dipping toward the curve of her ass. She squirms again, a contented hum escaping her lips, clearly reveling in the attention. <<videoMP4 "video/rex/sosoftsopliable2.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> "Just relax," Rex growls softly, his voice low and commanding as his hands finally cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh with the lotion, his fingers digging in deeper. "So soft... so pliable." He spreads the sunblock generously, his grip tightening as he grabs her hips, positioning her body slightly to one side like a doll being arranged for display. Vanilla reacts with a happy giggle, her body yielding immediately to the movement, staying exactly where he places her without resistance, her legs parting just a fraction as he continues. He doesn't stop there, growing rougher as he progresses. His hands slide down to her thighs, grasping them firmly and lifting one leg higher, bending it at the knee to expose more skin. Vanilla complies effortlessly, her foot dangling playfully now, toes curling tightly in response to the forceful adjustment, but her expression remains one of pure delight. Rex's tail sways with more vigor, his breathing deepening as he massages the lotion into her inner thighs, his fingers brushing dangerously close to the edges of her bikini bottoms. "Rex, honey," Vanilla purrs suddenly, her voice laced with that sweet, knowing lilt as she glances back at him over her shoulder, "do you need me to spread my legs wider, or maybe lift my hips a bit higher? I'm very... flexible, you know." She wiggles her toes teasingly in the air, her body shifting just enough to emphasize her words, before adding with a breathy invitation, "Feel free to press up on me if you need to get deeper—don't hold back." Rex obliges without a word, leaning forward as his hands work, his growing bulge pressing firmly against her from behind, eliciting a soft, contented moan from her lips. He repositions her again, flipping her hips to the other side with a strong pull, treating her pliant form as if it's his to mold, and she lets out a breathy laugh, her eyes fluttering half-closed in enjoyment. All the while, Vanilla's gaze bores into you, her smugness growing evident in the curve of her smile, the way she bites her lower lip just so. You feel an unwelcome stir in your swimsuit, your body betraying you with an unwilling hardness that builds despite the knot of resentment in your chest. It's impossible to ignore—the intimate way Rex handles her, the sounds she makes, the blatant enjoyment radiating from her as she watches you squirm in your seat. Rex moves to her calves next, his hands wrapping around them roughly, pulling her legs straight and then bending them back up, positioning her feet higher in that playful pose once more. Vanilla's toes curl and wiggle under the pressure, her squirming becoming more pronounced, but she stays put, her body a willing canvas for his increasingly dominant touch. "Oh, Rex, you really know how to work out all the tension," she coos, her tone still kind but laced with that mocking edge. "It's like you're unlocking doors I didn't even know were there—leaving everything wide open for whatever comes next." Your arousal only intensifies against your will, the scene unfolding like a twisted display meant just for you, and Vanilla's smug expression deepens, her eyes flicking downward briefly as if noticing your predicament. Finally, after Rex has covered every last inch—his hands lingering on her feet, massaging between her toes with a final, rough squeeze—she waves a hand dismissively in your direction. "Tails, sweetie, why don't you go grab us some drinks from the house?" she suggests, her voice sweet but with an undercurrent of mockery. "You look a little too excited out here in the sun, and besides, I think just Rex is all I need for this right now." She settles back down fully, her feet resuming their slow kick as Rex's hands return to her ass, and you rise reluctantly, the dismissal stinging as you turn away from the pool. [[Back|Pool]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 15>> <<videoMP4 "video/rex/dontbesosensitive.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> Vanilla sighs softly. "Oh hush, its just sunscreen. You should be more flexable, we'll talk about this later." [[Continue|PoolComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You leave the pool area. They stop, but you can try again later. [[Back|Pool]] <</if>>

You hesitate, your face heating up as you glance between them, the musky air and their heavy breathing making you leery. Though you push the thought away—maybe they were just exercising or talking about something exciting. "Do... do I have to do it in front of Rex?" you ask quietly, your voice small and uncertain, shifting uncomfortably as Rex's smirk widens. Vanilla tilts her head, her large breasts shifting with the motion, her smile never fading as she nods. "Oh yes, sweetie—of course in front of Rex. He's part of our little family too, you know. Now come on, be a good boy for Mommy." Her words are kind, but that sickly sweetness lingers, her eyes flicking to Rex with a shared, amused glance that makes your stomach twist. You kneel down slowly, drawn by her expectant gaze, and lean in, your tongue darting out tentatively to lick at her soft sole. The cream is thick and warm, coating your tongue with a salty, musky flavor that's strangely bitter. It's not at all like any cream you've tried, but you push through, lapping at it gently, the texture sticky and clinging as it slides down your throat. You hate the taste, but Vanilla seems so happy, her curves on display. You're just happy she makes time for you like this, letting you be intimate with her feet even if it's not as direct as you'd like. Their breathing grows heavier as you lick. <<videoMP4 "video/rex/footgoodsound2.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> Vanilla moans softly, "Oh, that's it, sweetie—clean it all up," and Rex grunts shortly. You sense they're happy, maybe even excited about it, which makes you leery—why would this excite them so much? But you keep going, obeying to please her. Once you've licked most of it off, Vanilla coos, "Now, thank Rex for giving me the idea—and for providing the cream, sweetie. He's so thoughtful like that." Her voice is sweet, but there's a mocking lilt, like she's barely holding back laughter, her eyes sparkling as she glances at Rex. You mumble hesitantly, "Th-thank you, Rex... for the idea and the cream," your face burns, not understanding why this feels so off. Vanilla smiles wider, her tone a bit off as she strokes your cheek. "That's right, Tails—this is where you belong, down there making Mommy happy in your own little way. Not everyone can handle the big things, but you're so good at the small ones, aren't you? So sweet and obedient—it's perfect for you." Her words cut subtly, praising while demeaning. Rex smirks, his eyes on you as you lick. "God That's hot," he says shortly, shifting slightly. "Maybe the pup should get some from the source." Vanilla laughs softly, her ears perking. "Oh, Rex, you're so bold—but Tails isn't ready for that yet, is he? He's still learning his place." Her words bait you subtly, her kind expression never wavering, but the air crackles with their shared amusement. Finally, Vanilla pulls her foot away gently, her eyes gleaming. "That's enough for now, sweetie. Why don't you run along? Mommy needs to take care of Rex's... excitement. He's been so patient." She shoos you out with a wave, her and Rex exchanging heated glances as you leave. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving you with the bad taste and a confusing mix of emotions. <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> [[Continue|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 10>> Vanilla pouts. "Sweetie, don't be difficult. Do it for mommy." [[Continue|CreamLickComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> <<else>> You refuse. They laugh it off, and vanilla sends you out. [[Continue|Bedroom]] <</if>>

You straighten up immediately, arching your back as Amy instructed, feeling the strain in your muscles while the office continues its steady rhythm around you. Her bulge remains pressed against your shoulder, a constant reminder of her proximity, as she nods approvingly. "That's much better, Tails," she purrs, her hand trailing lightly down your spine to emphasize the curve. "See how much more appealing you look when you obey? Feminine boys like you should always present themselves properly for their superiors." The embarrassment floods through you, your face heating up under the gaze of any potential onlookers, but you hold the position, whispering,"Yes, Miss Amy, I'll remember that." She lingers for a moment longer, her breath warm against your ear, before stepping back with a satisfied chuckle. "Good boy. Keep it up, or there will be consequences." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money +=10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You choose to ignore her directive, continuing to type away at your keyboard as if she hadn't spoken, though your fingers tremble slightly on the keys. Amy's expression hardens, her whisper turning into a sharp hiss. "Did you not hear me, Tails? I said fix your posture." She presses her bulge more firmly against your shoulder, a subtle threat in the action. Your heart races with anxiety, but you mutter, "I'm comfortable like this, Miss Amy." She straightens up, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Fine, have it your way—for now. But don't think this insubordination will go unnoticed." She storms off, leaving you with a mix of relief and lingering fear. <<if $amyDom < 15>> Your resistance holds. Amy backs off without further incident, though she shoots you a warning glance from across the room. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Your resistance crumbles. Amy grabs your shoulders, forcing you to arch your back manually. "You'll learn to obey one way or another, slut," she snaps, holding you in place until you comply. [[Continue|DeskPostureComplyL0]] <</if>>

You bow your head submissively, picking up the stack of papers and beginning to sort through them with hurried movements, the weight of her gaze pressing down on you like an invisible force. "Yes, Miss Amy, I'll get right on these," you murmur, your voice meek as you imagine the degrading role she described. She releases your chin with a triumphant smile, her fingers lingering just a second too long. "That's what I like to hear. Picture it, Tails— you at home, dressed prettily, waiting for me to return. It's your destiny." The words twist in your gut, but you nod faintly, focusing on the work to avoid her intense stare. Colleagues nearby pretend not to notice, adding to your isolation. After a few moments, she pats your head condescendingly. "Good. Finish quickly, or I'll have to motivate you further." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money +=10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You shake your head firmly, pulling away from her grasp on your chin despite the fear knotting in your stomach. "No, Miss Amy, I'm not interested in that," you say, your voice steadier than you feel. The office seems quieter, as if holding its breath. She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Oh, really? Bold words from someone who needs this job so badly." She leans in closer, her breath hot on your face. <<if $amyDom < 25>> Success. Amy retreats without pushing further, though her parting glare promises future confrontations. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. Amy tightens her grip, forcing you to nod. "You should have just obeyed, slut," [[Continue|DeskVerbalComplyL0]] <</if>>

You wrap your hand around her hard cock reluctantly, stroking it with mechanical motions as she sighs in pleasure above you. "That's it, slut—faster. Make me feel good after that stressful call," <<videoMP4 "video/amy/amymean.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> her hips buck slightly into your grip. The veiny shaft throbs in your palm, pre-cum slicking your fingers, and you fight back nausea while focusing on the task, knowing refusal could cost you everything. But that dosent mean you have to like it. you speak up. "Do you really have to be so mean? We could do this 'without' the names." She just laughs."You're getting better at this, Tails. Soon you'll crave it," she mocks, obsession creeping in her tone . "I love how you submit to me—it's why I keep you so close." After several minutes, she cums with a grunt, spilling over your hand, then dismisses you casually. "Clean up and get back to work." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You attempt to pull away and stand up, heading for the door with a shaky resolve. "I can't do this, Miss Amy," you protest, your voice echoing slightly in her private office. She grabs your arm firmly, pulling you back. "Where do you think you're going? You need this job, remember?" Her eyes burn with intensity. "Sit down and finish what I started, or pack your things." The threat hangs heavy, but you try to wrench free again. <<if $amyDom < 30>> Success. Amy releases you with a frustrated sigh. "Fine, but don't think this is over," she warns, letting you leave. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. Amy forces your hand back onto her cock. "You'll learn your place," she growls, making you provide the handjob regardless. [[Continue|DeskHandjobComplyL1]] <</if>>

Pocketing the cash with a resigned sigh, you stand and bend over your desk, wiggling your ass demeaningly as instructed, feeling exposed even in the semi-private cubicle. "Like this, Miss Amy?" you ask softly, your tails swishing in embarrassment. She watches with glee, her hand adjusting her skirt. "Yes, exactly—shake it more, slut. Show me what a good boy-toy you are." The money feels dirty in your pocket, a bribe for your dignity, but you continue, her laughter ringing in your ears. "I adore seeing you like this, Tails." After a humiliating minute, she nods. "Enough. Back to work, but remember this feeling." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You slap the cash back onto the desk, standing your ground. "I won't do that for money or anything else, Miss Amy. Respect me as an employee," you demand, your voice firm despite the racing pulse. She picks up the bills, her smile fading into a scowl. "Demanding respect? From me? You're pushing it, Tails." She pockets the cash herself. <<if $amyDom < 35>> "But alright, if you insist—for now. Don't get used to it."Amy walks away without forcing the issue, though tension lingers in the air. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy shoves the cash into your hand and bends you over herself. "You'll wiggle whether you want to or not," she insists. [[Continue|DeskWiggleComplyL1]] <</if>>

Your hand trembles as you reach out, rubbing her bulge through the skirt fabric, feeling it harden under your touch in the quiet office corner. "Feel that? All because of you, my teasing little boy," Amy whispers, holding your head close. "Rub harder—love it like you mean it." The material grows damp, her moans soft but insistent, and you continue, shame burning through you. After a while, she releases you with a satisfied sigh. "Good job. We'll do more soon." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money +=20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You jerk back from her hold, stepping away quickly. "No, I won't touch you like that," you state, your breath coming in short bursts. Amy's grip slips, her expression turning to surprise then anger. "Pulling away? You're playing a dangerous game, Tails." She straightens her skirt. "But fine, resist. It only makes me want you more." <<if $amyDom < 40>> She lets you go without escalation, though her eyes promise future demands. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy forces your hand back, grinding against it. "You'll rub it until I say stop," she commands. [[Continue|DeskBulgeRubComplyL1]] <</if>>

Dropping to your knees under her expectant gaze, you lean forward and begin licking her sweaty feet, tasting the musky salt as your tongue slides between her toes in the secluded desk area. "Suck harder, slut—clean every inch like the devoted pet you are," Amy directs, wiggling her toes in your mouth. Humiliation washes over you, but you obey, her moans of pleasure echoing softly. "This is how I show my love, Tails—by making you serve me completely." After thorough cleaning, she pulls away. "Good. Now back to your duties." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You back away from her propped feet, shaking your head. "I refuse to do that, Miss Amy—it's degrading," you protest firmly. She lowers her feet, frowning deeply. "Refusing? You'll regret this insubordination." " <<if $amyDom < 50>> But she slips her shoes back on. "For now, I'll let it slide. Don't make a habit of it. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy grabs your head, forcing your tongue to her feet. "You'll lick until they're spotless," she insists. [[Continue|DeskFootLickComplyL2]] <</if>>

Accepting the cash, you strip down to your underwear slowly, then pose like a model as she watches intently, the office air cool on your exposed skin. "Turn around, strike a sexy pose—show me everything, whore," Amy commands, her eyes devouring you. The poses feel endless, your body on display like an object. "Seeing you like this fuels my life, Tails." Finally, she allows you to dress. "Well done. Remember this vulnerability. Remember the feel of being mine." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 3>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push the cash away, refusing to undress. "No amount of money will make me strip for you," you declare. <<if $amyDom < 55>> Amy pockets the money, her smile cold. "Defiant, are we? It'll cost you later." She turns away. "But alright, keep your clothes—for today." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. Amy tears at your clothes, forcing the strip. "You'll pose naked, now." she demands. [[Continue|DeskStripComplyL2]] <</if>>

You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest like a trapped bird, the weight of Amy's command pressing down on you amid the cluttered office space. Papers are strewn across the desk, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead the only other sound breaking the tension. Her eyes bore into you, expectant and unyielding, that pink fur and determined expression making her seem both familiar and intimidating in this twisted dynamic. Swallowing hard, you finally comply, bending over slowly as ordered, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. Your tails—those twin appendages that usually whirl with confidence—now hang limp behind you, betraying your nervousness as you brace yourself for what's coming, the cool air of the room brushing against your exposed vulnerability. Amy steps closer, her presence looming like a storm cloud. "Count them, slut—thank me for each one," she commands, her voice sharp and laced with that possessive edge, like she's molding you into something entirely hers. Without waiting for a response, her hand comes down hard, the first slap landing squarely on your ass with a resounding crack that echoes slightly through the quiet office, the sting blooming instantly through the thin fabric of your clothes. "One... thank you, Amy," you manage to gasp out, the words tumbling from your lips in a mix of obedience and shame, your cheeks burning as hot as the spot she just struck. She doesn't pause, her rhythm deliberate and unrelenting, each subsequent slap building on the last. The second one hits with even more force, the sound bouncing off the walls like a reprimand all its own. "Two... thank you, Amy." Pain flares brighter, radiating outward in waves that make your legs tremble. By the third and fourth, the echoes seem louder in your ears, the office feeling smaller, more confining, as if the whole world has narrowed to this moment of discipline. "Five... thank you, Amy." Tears prick at the corners of your eyes now, the humiliation twisting in your gut like a knife—here you are, the brilliant inventor, reduced to this, bent over and counting out your own punishment like a chastised child. Each hard slap stings deeper, the fabric offering little protection against her firm palm, the heat building into a throbbing ache that pulses with every heartbeat. "Six... thank you, Amy." Your voice wavers, the mix of pain and degradation overwhelming, a strange heat coiling low in your belly despite—or perhaps because of—the tears threatening to spill. Seven, eight, nine—the slaps come in quick succession, each one a lesson etched into your skin, the office air thick with the scent of her perfume and your own flustered breaths. Finally, the tenth lands with a finality that makes you jolt, the echo fading into silence as you choke out, "Ten... thank you, Amy." She stops then, her hand lingering for a moment on the tender, reddened flesh, a gentle rub that contrasts sharply with the punishment, sending confusing signals through your body. Straightening up behind you, Amy's voice softens just a touch, though the authority remains. "Learn from this, slut. Next time, don't make me repeat myself—or it'll be worse." She steps back, leaving you to compose yourself, the sting a lingering reminder of her control, your tears finally slipping free as you straighten up, the office returning to its mundane hum around you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 3>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You straighten up, protesting the slap. "Don't hit me again—that's assault!" Amy pauses, hand raised. "Protesting? How cute." <<if $amyDom < 60>> She lowers it. "Fine, no more for now. But watch yourself. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. Amy bends you over forcefully, spanking harder. "You'll take it all," she growls. [[Continue|DeskSpankComplyL2]] <</if>>

Your heart races, a flush of humiliation flooding your cheeks as you're pressed deeper into her sweaty armpit, the salty tang assaulting your senses immediately. Obediently, you extend your tongue, lapping at the damp skin, the flavor exploding on your palate—briny and musky, a raw essence of her body's labor mixed with the faint floral hint of her deodorant that's long since faded under the intensity of her routine. It's overwhelming, the heat radiating from her like a furnace, her arm clamping down to hold you in place as beads of sweat trickle onto your lips and nose. You lick broader strokes now, your tongue delving into the creases, cleaning every inch as ordered, the act so degrading it makes your stomach twist, yet there's that insidious spark of submission that keeps you going, knowing defiance could cost you everything in this twisted power dynamic she's built. "Deeper, slut—clean it all," Amy demands, her free hand gripping your shoulder for leverage as she grinds her armpit against your face, smearing the sweat across your muzzle in rhythmic, insistent motions. The friction builds, her body still thrumming with the adrenaline of her workout, and you can feel the subtle flex of her muscles under the slick surface, her breath coming in controlled huffs above you. Degradation crashes over you in waves—here you are, the brilliant inventor reduced to a tongue-bath servant in the middle of the office, where anyone could walk by and catch a glimpse. Tears of shame prick at your eyes, mixing with the salty moisture on your face, but compliance is your only path to survival; pleasing her means keeping your position, your dignity be damned. Your own body betrays a flicker of unwanted arousal, a twitch in your panties that only heightens the mortification, as if your submission is hardwired now. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of licking and grinding, Amy seems satisfied, her hold loosening as she pulls back slightly, inspecting your flushed, sweat-smeared face with a smug grin. She wipes a stray bead from her armpit and flicks it dismissively onto your shirt, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," she purrs, patting your cheek almost affectionately before turning on her heel and sauntering back to her office, leaving you gasping, disheveled, and utterly humbled at your desk, the taste of her lingering on your tongue like a brand of ownership. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You turn your head away, refusing. "That's too much—I won't." Amy pushes harder briefly but relents. "Stubborn. You'll break eventually." <<if $amyDom < 75>> Success. She drops her arm, annoyed but compliant. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She smothers you until you lick. [[Continue|DeskArmpitComplyL3]] <</if>>

Her grip tightens, nails digging in just enough to remind you who's in control, her obsession palpable in the way she trembles slightly—not from vulnerability, but from the thrill of your submission. Your twin tails droop limply behind you, a silent testament to your flustered state, as embarrassment surges through you like a tidal wave. But her hold leaves no room for retreat, so you lean in hesitantly, pressing your lips to the soft, warm flesh of her ass cheeks in reverent kisses. You worship as commanded, your mouth moving in slow, deliberate patterns—kissing one cheek, then the other, the scent of her skin filling your nostrils, musky and intimate, a heady mix that makes your cheeks burn hotter. Her hand holds you firmly in place, guiding your movements like a puppet master, her breath coming in satisfied sighs above you. "More passion, boy-toy—adore me," she urges obsessively, her voice dropping to a possessive whisper, fingers flexing in your fur as if to pull the devotion straight from you. Spurred by her demand, you intensify your efforts, your kisses growing firmer, more fervent, tracing the curves with a reluctant zeal. But in the heat of the moment, your tongue darts out almost instinctively, lapping at the cleft between her cheeks, slipping toward her asshole. The flavor hits you immediately—bitter, earthy, utterly repulsive—and you hate it, a wave of disgust roiling in your gut, making you want to recoil. Yet, there's that insidious spark, the way her body responds with a subtle arch, that keeps you going despite yourself. Amy lets out a mocking laugh, sharp and delighted, her free hand reaching back to pat your head condescendingly. "Well, look who's excited," she taunts, her tone dripping with faux surprise and glee. "I didn't even tell you to rim me. Finally found something you like?" The words sting like salt in a wound, amplifying your shame as you realize what you've done, your face flooding with a deep, crimson embarrassment that seeps into your fur. You try to pull back, gasping for air, but her grip turns ironclad, shoving your face right back into her asshole with forceful insistence. Her balls press against your chin now, warm and heavy, adding another layer of degrading intimacy to the act, the coarse fur tickling your skin as she grinds subtly against you. "No no, loverboy," she coos, her voice a blend of obsession and command, laced with that mocking sweetness. "Now I want more. Love every part of me." Pinned there, with no escape, you comply through the haze of humiliation, your tongue delving deeper, rimming her with unwilling thoroughness as the bitter taste coats your mouth. Tears of mortification prick at your eyes, your body trembling from the overload of sensations—the heat of her skin, the pressure of her hold, the way your own traitorous arousal stirs faintly despite the revulsion. She moans softly, encouraging you with obsessive murmurs, her obsession manifesting in how she savors every lick, every sign of your surrender. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of this twisted worship, Amy pulls away with a satisfied sigh, letting her skirt fall back into place as she straightens up, turning to face you with a smug, triumphant grin. Your face is flushed, slick, and you wipe at your mouth instinctively, the flavor lingering like a brand. "That's enough... for now," she says casually, patting your cheek before sauntering off, leaving you kneeling there in the corner, heart pounding and mind reeling from the depths of her control." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 3>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=50>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull back, shaking your head. "I won't kiss your ass." Amy straightens, irritated. "Defiance again?" <<if $amyDom < 80>> Success. She adjusts her skirt and leaves it at that. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She grabs your head and presses it to her ass. "You'll worship." [[Continue|DeskAssKissComplyL3]] <</if>>

You beg tearfully, "Please don't, Miss Amy. I-Its too big to keep in." She waves it threateningly. "Begging? How sweet." But she pauses. <<if $amyDom < 85>> Success. She puts it away, smirking. "Fine, but next time..." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 13>> <<set $balance += 13>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She inserts it forcefully. "Take it anyway." [[Continue|DeskPlugComplyL4]] <</if>>

You refuse the bag. "I won't wear that or parade for you." Amy snatches it back. "Refusal?." <<if $amyDom < 90>> Success. She storms off without forcing. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 14>> <<set $balance += 14>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She holds you down and undresses you, taking your clothes, leaving you no choice but to wear what she brought. [[Continue|DeskDressComplyL4]] <</if>>

Amy's grip on the back of your head is like a vice, her fingers digging into your fur with unyielding force, pinning you in place as she arches her back slightly, presenting her exposed ass to your face in the dim seclusion of the office storage room. The air is thick with the scent of her—musky, post-workout sweat mingled with that faint rose perfume she always wears, now amplified by the intimacy of the moment. You've barely caught your breath from the previous humiliations when she shoves you forward without mercy, your muzzle burying deep between her cheeks, your nose pressing against the warm, slick skin. "Deeper, slut," she growls, her voice a husky command laced with obsessive delight. "Rim my asshole like the pathetic toy you are—force that tongue in there and clean it good, bitch." Forced to comply, your tongue extends hesitantly at first, probing the tight, puckered ring of her asshole as she demanded, delving deeper with each reluctant thrust. The taste is overwhelming—bitter and earthy, a raw, intimate flavor that coats your mouth and makes your stomach churn with revulsion. You hate it, every degrading second of it, but her hold leaves no escape, her thighs clamping around your ears like earmuffs, muffling the world to just the sound of her building moans and your own muffled gasps. She moans loudly now, unrestrained in this private corner, her body trembling with pleasure as your tongue swirls and laps, cleaning every crease and fold with unwilling thoroughness. "That's it, you disgusting little wage-slave," she taunts, her words dripping with demeaning venom, each one a stab to your pride. "Look at you, the so-called genius inventor, reduced to tonguing my dirty hole like a desperate whore. Does it taste good? Bet it does—you're probably loving this, aren't you? My perfect ass-worshipper, too weak to say no." The act is utterly degrading, a soul-crushing low that floods you with waves of shame and self-loathing; tears sting your eyes as you probe deeper, your twin tails limp and twitching behind you in silent protest, your own body betraying you with an unwanted twitch of arousal that only heightens the humiliation. How did it come to this? The brilliant mind behind countless gadgets, now nothing more than Amy's plaything, forced to debase yourself in ways that twist your insides. She grinds back against your face rhythmically, smearing the musky essence across your muzzle, her balls brushing teasingly against your chin with each movement, adding another layer of invasive intimacy. "Deeper, bitch—get that tongue all the way in," she demands again, her voice breaking into a moan as she rides your efforts. "You're nothing without me, just a worthless boy-toy who lives to please. Say it—wait, no, don't bother; your mouth's too full of my ass to talk. Pathetic." Her demeaning tirade continues, each word a calculated barb: "Everyone out there thinks you're so smart, but I know the truth—you're just a slut begging for my attention, aren't you? Lick harder, show me how much you crave this degradation." The minutes stretch into an eternity, your jaw aching from the strain, saliva mixing with her flavors in a slick mess that drips down your chin. Finally, after what feels like forever, her moans peak into a satisfied shudder, and she releases her grip, stepping back with a casual flick of her quills. You gasp for air, collapsing back on your heels, face slick and flushed, the bitter aftertaste lingering like a badge of your submission. She adjusts her skirt with a smug grin, looking down at you like a conquered prize. "Well done, boy-toy," she purrs, her tone shifting to that faux-affectionate praise that twists the knife deeper. "See? You can be useful when you try. Now clean yourself up—we've got work to do." She saunters out, leaving you alone in the storage room, heart pounding and mind reeling from the depths of her control. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=60>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You resist, pulling back. "No, that's too far." Amy straightens. "Too far? We'll see." <<if $amyDom < 95>> Success. She lets go, frustrated. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She forces your tongue in. "Rim now." [[Continue|DeskRimComplyL4]] <</if>>

As the kiss deepens, she pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, her breath hot and uneven, her eyes locking onto yours with that wild, loving obsession. "You know I only do this because I love you, right? Desperately, Tails... so fucking much it hurts." Her words tumble out in a rush, possessive and pleading all at once, her hand on your ass kneading harder, like she's anchoring herself to you. "I need to show you—you can be exactly what I want, what you were meant to be. Look at you, so soft, so pretty... you could never be anything other than my feminine little fox. That's all you'll ever be, sweetie—delicate, craving this, dressed up and begging for attention." She nips at your lower lip, her grip shifting to tilt your head back slightly, exposing your neck as she trails kisses down it, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper amid the affection. "The guys out there in the office? They all stare when you walk by, wishing they could have a piece of you. I've seen it—the way their eyes linger on those hips, that cute sway. They want to try a bite, to see if you're as sweet as you look." Her words hang in the air, a teasing threat wrapped in her love, making your stomach twist with a cocktail of shame and unwelcome thrill. She pulls you even closer, her body grinding subtly against yours, emphasizing her point. "And maybe... I'd let them, if it meant proving how irresistible you are. But remember, slut—you're mine. All mine. No one else gets to keep you." The possessiveness in her tone borders on mania, her fingers digging in deeper as if to imprint the claim on your skin, her tongue diving back in for another forceful kiss that leaves you breathless and reeling. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of her dominance washing over you, she releases her hold with a satisfied sigh, stepping back just enough to straighten her dress and smooth her quills, her frustration seemingly vented through you. "Now get back to work," she says casually, as if it were just a routine check-in, turning on her heel and slipping out the door with a final, lingering glance that promises more later. You're left standing there, heart pounding, throat tingling from her grip, ass still smarting from her squeeze. Conflicting feelings swirl inside you—humiliation at how easily she manhandles you, revulsion at the words that hit too close to home, but beneath it all, a rush you can't deny. The intensity of her love, the way it consumes and reshapes you, even as you berate yourself for craving it. Shaking it off as best you can, you sink back into your chair, trying to focus on the screen while the echo of her touch lingers like a forbidden promise. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You struggle against her hold. "Let go—stop!" Amy tightens briefly but releases. "Fighting back? Interesting." <<if $amyDom < 100>> Success. She steps away, angry but halted. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She continues choking and kissing. "Submit." [[Continue|DeskChokeSpankComplyL5]] <</if>>

Your heart pounds erratically, a mix of dread and that unwelcome spark of submission igniting in your core. This is insane—degrading beyond words. But Amy's gaze pins you in place, her obsession radiating like heat, and you know resistance only invites worse. With trembling hands, you glance around to ensure no one's watching, then stand awkwardly, fumbling with your belt under the desk's partial cover. The skirt slides down just enough, the cool air hitting your fur and making you shiver as you pick up the dildo, its smooth surface already humming faintly in anticipation. Lubing it hastily with a small packet she tosses your way—always prepared, that one—you bend slightly, biting your lip to stifle a gasp as you press the tip against your entrance. It slides in with reluctant ease, the ridges stretching you inch by inch until it's seated deep, filling you uncomfortably full. The sensation is immediate—intrusive, foreign, a constant pressure that makes your knees weak. You pull your skirt back up, sitting down gingerly, the toy shifting inside you with every movement, pressing against sensitive spots that send involuntary jolts through your body. "Now turn it on high," Amy purrs, snatching the remote from the desk and handing it to you with a wicked smile, forcing you to be complicit in your own torment. Your fingers shake as you flick the switch, the vibrations roaring to life on the highest setting—a relentless buzz that radiates through your core, buzzing against your prostate in waves that make your vision blur and your breath hitch. It's overwhelming, the pleasure-pain mixing into a haze that has you gripping the desk edge, tails curling tightly as you fight to stay composed. Your own arousal stirs traitorously, hardening against the confines of your clothes, amplifying the shame as beads of sweat form on your brow. Amy watches for a moment longer, her eyes drinking in your flushed face and subtle squirms, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. "Good boy. Keep working like nothing's happening—prove you're my perfect little slut." She straightens up, turning to leave with a sway in her hips, but pauses at the cubicle entrance to glance back. "If I catch you slacking... well, you know what happens." Then she's gone, melting back into the office flow, leaving you alone with the buzzing torment. You try to focus on the screen, typing out lines of code through gritted teeth, but every vibration sends sparks up your spine, making your hips twitch involuntarily and soft, suppressed whimpers escape despite your efforts. The degradation sinks deep—sitting there, stuffed and vibrating like a toy while pretending to work, colleagues oblivious just feet away. Tears of humiliation prick your eyes, but beneath it all, that conflicting rush pulses stronger, your body betraying you with building ecstasy. Hours stretch ahead, each one a test of endurance under her cold command, and you wonder just how much more you can take before breaking completely. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money +=60>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse the dildo. "I won't do it." Amy waves it. "No?" <<if $amyDom < 105>> Success. She puts it away. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She grabs your hair "If i have to repeat myself it'll be //my// cock in you all day." [[Continue|DeskDildoComplyL5]] <</if>>

You have no choice but to swallow, the liquid burning down your esophagus in humiliating gulps, tears streaming down your cheeks as degradation crashes over you like a wave. It's vile, the flavor pungent and unrelenting, filling your nostrils and coating your tongue, a stark reminder of how far she's pushed you. Amy moans softly at first, then lets out a demeaning laugh that echoes off the walls, sharp and mocking, yet underscored by the twisted obsession that colors everything she does to you. <<videoMP4 "video/amy/pisssound.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> "Isn't this just perfect?" she taunts, her free hand stroking your cheek almost tenderly amid the abuse, her cock twitching as she releases more into you. "How nice it is to have someone like you—my own little slut I can abuse whenever I want. No questions, no complaints... just open wide and take it all. You're so fucking pathetic, choking on my piss like the worthless toy you are, but god, I love it. I love owning you." Her laughter rings out again, demeaning and cruel, bubbling up from deep in her chest as she watches you struggle, your body trembling on your knees, tails limp and defeated behind you. "Swallow every drop, sweetie—show me how devoted you are. This could be your new normal, you know? Piss in your mouth during lunch breaks, make you my personal toilet after meetings... and you'd let me, wouldn't you? Because deep down, you crave being mine, being broken like this." The stream tapers off eventually, but she keeps her cock lodged in your mouth for a few extra seconds, grinding subtly to ensure you've taken it all, her obsessive gaze drinking in your flushed, tear-streaked face. Finally, she pulls out with a satisfied sigh, tucking herself away and straightening her dress as if nothing happened, leaving you gasping and coughing on the floor, the bitter aftertaste lingering like a brand of her dominance. "Good boy," she purrs, patting your head before unlocking the door and slipping out, her laughter fading down the hall. You're left alone, humiliation burning through you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money +=100>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You turn away, avoiding the stream. "No, that's disgusting!" Amy stops, annoyed. <<if $amyDom < 110>> Success. She zips up without forcing. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She aims at your mouth, forcing you to drink. [[Continue|DeskPissComplyL5]] <</if>>

You try to resist, squirming away. "Stop—get off!" Amy pins you harder. <<if $amyDom < 120>> Success. She pulls out, frustrated. "Fine, you can go for now. but this is happening." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. forces you down. [[Continue|DeskFuckComplyL6]] <</if>>

Swallowing hard, you slide off your chair and shamefully walk into her office and lower yourself to the cold tile floor, lying flat on your back as she looms over you. Her presence is towering and inescapable. Amy steps forward, hitching up her dress with a casual flick to reveal the full weight of her intentions—her heavy balls and the curve of her ass, bare and imposing in the stark office light. Without hesitation, she lowers herself heavily onto your face, smothering you with the overwhelming warmth and weight of her ass and balls, the musky scent flooding your senses instantly. The pressure is intense, her flesh enveloping your muzzle, pressing down until you can barely breathe, the coarse fur of her balls tickling your chin. "Lick everything down there," she commands, her voice a cold, demeaning growl laced with that obsessive fervor. "Suffocate under my weight while you worship me, you pathetic slave. Tongue on my balls, my ass—every inch, or I'll make this worse." Your breath catches, trapped beneath her, but you obey, your tongue darting out to lap at her balls first, the salty, musky flavor hitting you hard as you trace the heavy, warm skin. The taste is overwhelming, a mix of sweat and her natural essence that makes your head spin, your nose buried in the heat of her as you struggle to find air. You lick diligently, moving from her balls to the cleft of her ass, your tongue probing the tight, puckered ring of her asshole with reluctant thoroughness, each stroke drawing a low, satisfied moan from above. "That's it, you filthy little toy," she taunts, her hands gripping her own thighs to brace herself, grinding down harder to smother you further. "Clean me good—taste every part of your goddess. You're nothing but my slave, living to please me like this." The degradation burns through you, tears pricking your eyes as you work, your tongue swirling and delving deeper into her ass, the bitter flavor intensifying with each pass. Her weight presses heavier now, searching for deeper pleasure, her hips shifting to guide your tongue exactly where she wants it, the pressure on your face growing suffocating. Your lungs burn, air coming in shallow, desperate sips as she bears down, her balls pressing against your chin, her ass enveloping your mouth and nose entirely. "More, slut—deeper," she demands, her voice breaking into a moan as she grinds rhythmically, chasing her own pleasure with obsessive greed. "You love this, don't you? Choking under my ass, worshipping every inch like the worthless bitch you are." Your vision starts to blur at the edges, the lack of oxygen making your head light and your body weak, your tails twitching feebly against the floor as you teeter on the edge of passing out. Your tongue falters, but you keep licking, driven by the fear of her wrath and the twisted need to please her, even as stars dance behind your eyelids. Just when you think you can't take another second, she lifts slightly, granting you a brief, gasping reprieve, cool air flooding your lungs as you suck in desperate breaths. But the break is fleeting—she laughs, a cruel, delighted sound, and presses right back down, heavier this time, her ass and balls smothering you once more. "Did you think I'd let you off that easy?" she mocks, grinding harder. "Keep licking, slave—I'm not done with you yet." You resume your task, tongue working frantically now, lapping at her balls and rimming her asshole with renewed vigor, each stroke a humiliating testament to her control. The musky, bitter taste coats your mouth, your face slick with sweat and her essence, the degradation sinking deeper into your bones. She moans louder, her movements growing erratic as she chases her pleasure, her weight relentless until you're dizzy again, the world narrowing to the suffocating heat of her body. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she shudders with a satisfied groan, lifting off you completely and standing with a casual stretch, as if this were just another task checked off her list. She adjusts her dress, looking down at your flushed, panting form sprawled on the floor, your face wet and your chest heaving. "Well done, my pathetic little slave," she purrs, her tone smug and obsessive, a faint smile curling her lips as she savors your broken state. Without another word, she turns and saunters out, leaving the door slightly ajar, the office's distant hum creeping back in to fill the silence. You're left lying there, heart pounding, the taste of her lingering like a brand, your mind a storm of shame, disgust, and that conflicting flicker of twisted arousal you can't quite shake. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=50>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You protest. <<if $amyDom < 125>> Success. She leaves, annoyed. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She drags you into her office. [[Continue|DeskFacesitComplyL6]] <</if>>

Your heart races, panic mixing with that twisted pull of submission as the wolf grabs your shoulders, spinning you around and shoving you face-down onto the desk with a roughness that scatters papers to the floor. The husky moves to your side, yanking your skirt down in one swift motion, exposing your fur to the cool air. You try to protest, a shaky "W-wait, please—" escaping your lips, but the wolf's deep growl cuts you off as he presses his thick, knotted cock against your entrance, already slick from his own pre-cum. "Shh, pretty thing," he whispers, his voice low and disturbingly tender, laced with a messed-up kind of affection. "You're gonna take us so good, aren't you? Such a sweet little fox, made for this." Without warning, he thrusts in deep, stretching you wide with a burning fullness that makes you gasp, your tails twitching frantically as you grip the desk to brace yourself. The husky kneels beside you, his rough hand wrapping around your own hardening cock, stroking with deliberate slowness as the wolf begins to pound into you, each thrust slamming against your prostate with relentless precision. The pleasure-pain sparks through you, involuntary whimpers muffled against the desk as you try to keep quiet, terrified someone outside might hear despite the locked door. The husky leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, whispering, "Fuck, look at you—so tight, so perfect. Bet you love being stuffed like this, huh? Our little cumslut, begging for it without saying a word." His words are degrading yet dripping with a twisted adoration, his strokes on your cock speeding up, coaxing pre-cum to drip onto the floor. The wolf, meanwhile, grips your hips harder, his knot swelling at the base of his cock as he fucks you deeper, his voice growing obsessive. "Goddamn, you're better than any wife I could dream of," he murmurs, almost reverently, his thrusts slowing to grind against your prostate, drawing out shuddering moans you can't suppress. "So soft, so submissive... you could be my wife, Tails. Stay with me, let me keep you full like this forever. You need a real man to own you, don't you?" His words hit you like a shockwave, the idea of being claimed as his wife sending a confusing rush of shame and flattery through you, your mind reeling even as your body responds traitorously to the relentless stimulation. Amy, watching from her perch on a nearby chair, laughs softly, her tone sharp and possessive. "Oh, no, no, darling," she interjects, her voice cutting through the wolf's whispers like a blade. "He's mine. My perfect little boy-wife, made to be broken by me and me alone. You can borrow him, but he belongs to me." Her eyes burn into you, obsessive and triumphant, as she leans forward, savoring every twitch of your humiliated form. The husky's hand works you faster now, his grip tight and unyielding, while the wolf's thrusts grow erratic, his knot catching at your entrance with each brutal stroke. The combined assault on your prostate and cock pushes you closer to the edge, your body betraying you despite the shame flooding your mind. The wolf whispers again, his voice a mix of love and filth, "Cum for us, baby—show us how much you love being our slut. You're so fucking pretty like this, all desperate and full." The husky chimes in, his tone equally twisted, "Yeah, let it go, fox. We know you want it—our perfect little hole, made for cock." To your horror, the pleasure overwhelms you, the constant prostate stimulation and the husky's relentless stroking pushing you over the edge. You cum hard, a strangled whimper escaping as your release spills across the desk and the husky's hand , your body shuddering uncontrollably. Shame crashes over you—you came from a guy jacking you off while another fucked you, the degradation searing into your core. Amy claps slowly, her smirk widening with smug delight. "Oh, look at that—my boy-wife cumming from being used like a cheap whore. You're perfect, Tails." The wolf growls in triumph at your orgasm, his knot finally popping inside with a forceful thrust, locking him in place as he cums deep inside you, hot spurts filling you to the brim. The husky isn't far behind, shifting to stand and shoving his own knotted cock into your mouth, forcing you to take his load as he cums with a groan, whispering, "Take it all, beautiful—fuck, you're ours." Both knots throb inside you, their releases seemingly endless, flooding you from both ends as you struggle to breathe around the husky's girth, your body trembling from overstimulation. They keep cumming, the wolf's knot pulsing with each spurt, the husky's spilling down your throat, their whispered praises—"Such a good fox," "So fucking tight," "Ours forever"—mixing with Amy's smug chuckles. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they pull out, their knots softening enough to slip free, leaving you slumped over the desk, leaking from both ends, your face burning with shame. You're horrified at yourself—ashamed of cumming from their touch, from the way their degrading love made you feel wanted in the most twisted way. Amy rises, sauntering over to pat your head condescendingly. "Good boy-wife," she purrs, her voice dripping with ownership. "You did so well for me. Now clean up and get back to work." She leads the workers out, leaving you alone, panting and conflicted, the echo of their words and your own traitorous pleasure haunting you as you try to piece yourself back together. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money +=100>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You protest loudly. "No— not with them!" they hesitate. <<if $amyDom < 130>> Success. Amy waves them off. "If he insists..." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. Amy holds you down for the gangbang. [[Continue|DeskGangComplyL6]] <</if>>

Your face burns, the heat of shame flooding through you as you hesitate, your mind screaming at the indignit. But Amy's gaze is unrelenting, and you know defiance only invites worse. Swallowing hard, you slide off your chair and drop to your knees, crawling forward until you're hovering over the mess, the acrid scent of her release mixing with the musty odor of the neglected floor. She grabs the back of your head, fingers tangling in your fur, and forces your face down, your muzzle inches from the sticky puddle. "Do it," she snaps, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Show me what a pathetic dog you are." With a shudder, you lower your mouth, your tongue darting out to lap at the warm, salty cum, the taste bitter and overwhelming as it coats your tongue. The floor's grit clings to each lick, tiny flecks of dirt mixing with the slick fluid, making your stomach churn with disgust. You work diligently, trying to block out the degradation, your tails twitching behind you in silent protest as you clean every inch of the mess, the texture gritty and vile against your palate. Amy watches above you, her laughter sharp and demeaning, ringing out in the small space. "Look at you, lapping it up like a good little bitch," she taunts, her voice dripping with obsessive delight. "This is what you're for, Tails—crawling on the floor, eating my cum off the dirt like the worthless dog I made you. Bet you love it, don’t you? My perfect, broken toy." As you continue, she hikes up your skirt abruptly, exposing your ass to the cool air, and you feel her still-wet cock brush against your fur. With a casual, degrading swipe, she wipes her cock clean on your ass, smearing the remaining cum and slickness into your fur, marking you further with her scent. The act is possessive, humiliating, a reminder of her ownership as she chuckles softly. "There we go—cleaning me up one way or another, aren’t you?" she mocks, her hand lingering to give your ass a sharp smack that stings through your fur. Then, without warning, she places her foot on the back of your head, her heel pressing down firmly, forcing your face deeper into the puddle of cum and grime. The pressure grinds your muzzle against the tiles, smearing the sticky mess across your lips and nose, the taste and texture inescapable as you struggle to breathe through the suffocating weight. "Keep licking, dog," she growls, her foot unrelenting, pushing harder until your cheek is pressed flat against the floor, the cum coating your fur in a humiliating mask. "Don’t miss a single drop, or I’ll make you do it again tomorrow. You’re mine, Tails—my filthy little slave who lives for this." Tears prick your eyes, the degradation overwhelming as you lap desperately, the bitter saltiness mixing with the floor’s filth, your body trembling from the sheer indignity. Each lick feels like a surrender, your genius mind screaming in protest while your body complies, driven by the fear of her wrath and that twisted, conflicting spark of submission she’s ignited in you. Her foot keeps you pinned, her laughter a constant, demeaning backdrop as she revels in your broken state. "God, you’re pathetic—look at that tongue working, cleaning my cum like it’s your only purpose. I could keep you like this forever, you know—my personal floor-licker, always ready to serve." Finally, after what feels like an eternity of licking and choking on the taste, you’ve cleaned every trace of her release, the floor left slick but bare. Amy lifts her foot, releasing you with a satisfied hum, stepping back to admire your flushed, cum-smeared face as you gasp for air, kneeling on the tiles. "Well done, bitch," she purrs, her tone shifting to that faux-affectionate praise that twists the knife deeper. She adjusts her dress, smoothing it down as if nothing happened, and saunters toward the door. "Back to work now—don’t let me catch you slacking." She slips out, leaving you alone on the floor, heart pounding, the taste of her cum and the office’s grime lingering in your mouth, your fur sticky with her mark. Shame floods you, but beneath it, that traitorous flicker of arousal burns, leaving you conflicted and reeling as you try to pull yourself together. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $money +=80>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse to lick. "I won't eat that.". <<if $amyDom < 135>> Success. She cleans it herself, scowling. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She forces your tongue to the floor. [[Continue|DeskCumEatComplyL6]] <</if>>

You insist further on your performance, detailing accomplishments confidently. Amy nods more firmly, blushing deeper. "Alright, Tails, I see your point." The power shift feels invigorating. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 3>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You apologize quickly, backtracking. "Sorry for speaking out, boss." Amy smiles, regaining composure. "That's better." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push the schedule tweak assertively, explaining benefits. Amy agrees fully, flustered. "Okay, let's do it your way." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 4>> <<set $balance += 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You withdraw the idea politely. "Never mind, your schedule is fine." Amy relaxes. "Good choice." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You double down, asserting more control in handling tasks. Amy flusters further. "Alright, handle it." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 3>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You soften, adding deference. "Just a compliment, boss." She smiles. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pat her shoulder more assertively, lingering. Amy blushes intensely. "Thank you, Tails." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You remove your hand quickly, apologetic. "Sorry if that was too familiar." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You demand she hurries, tone firm. Amy fetches quickly, submissive. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 6>> <<set $balance += 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You say never mind, retracting. Amy nods approvingly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 3>> <<set $balance -= 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You tease further about frilly outfits. Amy giggles more, shy. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You stop teasing, changing subject. Amy relaxes. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You squeeze her ass after patting, assertive. Amy moans softly, submitting. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 7>> <<set $balance += 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You apologize for the pat, pulling back. Amy straightens. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 3>> <<set $balance -= 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You make her hold poses longer, commanding. Amy complies, blushing. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 8>> <<set $balance += 8>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You let her stop, easing up. Amy thanks you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 4>> <<set $balance -= 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You demand full body massage. Amy obliges submissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 7>> <<set $balance += 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You say stop, withdrawing. Amy stops. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 3>> <<set $balance -= 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You grope her fully, exploring. Amy submits with moans. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 9>> <<set $balance += 9>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You release her, stepping back. Amy composes herself. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 4>> <<set $balance -= 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You order more submissive acts, like curtsying. Amy performs shyly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 10>> <<set $balance += 10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You let her relax, no more orders. Amy smiles. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 5>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You make her stroke faster, guiding. Amy obeys eagerly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 9>> <<set $balance += 9>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull her hand away, hesitating. Amy pouts. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 4>> <<set $balance -= 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pin and grope her breasts intensely. Amy gasps submissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 11>> <<set $balance += 11>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You stop groping, releasing. Amy straightens clothes. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 5>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You spank her in the slutty pose. Amy yelps but holds. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 12>> <<set $balance += 12>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You let her stand up, easing. Amy thanks. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 6>> <<set $balance -= 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You force her to deepthroat under desk. Amy gags but serves. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 11>> <<set $balance += 11>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You let her up, withdrawing. Amy stands. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 5>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You choke lightly while groping roughly against wall. Amy submits fully. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 13>> <<set $balance += 13>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You release the pin, stepping back. Amy catches breath. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 6>> <<set $balance -= 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You make her beg on knees naked. Amy pleads submissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 14>> <<set $balance += 14>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You allow her to dress, no begging. Amy dresses quickly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 7>> <<set $balance -= 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You fuck her rougher over desk. Amy moans in submission. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 13>> <<set $balance += 13>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull out, stopping. Amy whines slightly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 6>> <<set $balance -= 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You make her crawl collared, serving. Amy obeys like slave. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 15>> <<set $balance += 15>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You remove collar gently. Amy stands relieved. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 7>> <<set $balance -= 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You spank until she cries, counting. Amy thanks tearfully. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 16>> <<set $balance += 16>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You stop spanking, comforting. Amy sniffles. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 8>> <<set $balance -= 8>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You facefuck deeper, choking her. Amy takes it submissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 15>> <<set $balance += 15>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You let her breathe, stopping. Amy gasps. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 7>> <<set $balance -= 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

Your cheeks burn with humiliation as you slide off your chair and kneel beside Rex, your hands trembling as you reach for his zipper, pulling down his pants to free his thick, hardening cock. The musky scent fills your nostrils as you lean in, your tongue flicking tentatively along the underside, teasing the sensitive skin while your hand wraps around the base and begins to stroke in slow, deliberate motions. Rex leans back with a satisfied sigh, his hand resting possessively on your head, but Vanilla continues her show at the stove, bending over unnecessarily to grab a spice, her curves jiggling as she laughs softly at Rex's hungry stare. "Oh, Daddy, if you keep eyeing me like that, I might burn our dinner—though I'd rather you burn me up instead." She plates the enchiladas for herself and Rex, steam rising from the melted cheese and sauce, the rich smell making your stomach twist in envy as you continue your degrading task, your licks growing more insistent under Vanilla's occasional glance of approval. Rex's cock throbs in your grip, swelling as you pump faster, your tongue swirling around the tip in humiliating obedience. Finally, with a deep groan, Rex tenses, and his release erupts in thick, copious ropes—first covering your salad in a generous, sticky layer that soaks into the leaves, turning the once-fresh meal into a grotesque mess. You quickly grab your empty glass from the table, pointing his pulsing shaft toward it, filling it nearly to the brim with the remaining flood of cum, the act of setting up your own disgusting meal amplifying the shame that churns in your gut. Vanilla sets the plates down for her and Rex, sliding into the seat beside him with a contented hum, her naked body brushing against his arm as she leans in for a deep kiss, her tongue dancing with his while you climb back into your chair, staring at your ruined salad. They dig into their enchiladas, Vanilla moaning appreciatively around a bite before flirting with Rex again, her hand trailing up his thigh. "These are perfect, Daddy—hot and filling, just like you." You force yourself to pick up your fork, spearing a cum-drenched leaf and bringing it to your mouth, the salty bitterness overwhelming as you chew slowly, watching them eat their hearty meal. Vanilla glances to Rex's reharndening cock and offhandedly waves her fork in your direction. "If you need more relief, Daddy, you can always use his mouth again, right, sweetie?" Rex chuckles, interrupting your miserable eating by grabbing your arm and dragging you over to him mid-bite, pulling you down to kneel again. "Yeah, girl, open up—Daddy's not done yet." He guides his still-hard cock into your mouth, thrusting shallowly as he continues eating his enchilada one-handed, the flavors mingling horribly in your mind as you suck obediently. Vanilla watches with a smug smile. "Such a good boy, helping Daddy enjoy his meal." Rex's knot swells suddenly, locking behind your teeth as he cums again, flooding your mouth with more endless spurts that you gulp down desperately, your belly already full and protesting. They continue their praise in that mocking tone as Rex's knot holds you in place, Vanilla cooing, "Look at you, all stuffed and obedient." Once the knot deflates, she nudges you with her foot "Now back to your salad and tasty drink, my little boy." you return to your seat, forcing down the rest of the cum-soaked salad and lifting the glass to your lips, drinking the thick contents in slow, nauseating swallows while they flirt and feed each other bites. Your stomach churns, bloated with the load, but you finish it all under their watchful eyes. Eventually, satisfied and sated, Vanilla stands and tugs Rex toward the living room couch. "Come on, Daddy—let's watch some TV and relax." They move away, leaving you alone at the table with the remnants of your humiliation, their laughter echoing as they settle in for the evening. <<set $balance -= 1>> [[Continue|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 20>> "Eat every bite," Vanilla insists gently. [[Continue|CumEatComply]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You push the plate away. "Fine, go hungry. We'll try another day," she says. [[Continue|Bedroom]] <</if>>

<<if $vanillaDom > 20>> They don't let you escape. Vanilla guides you firmly "Submit, or else." [[Continue|NTRSubmitAbuse]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You pull away successfully. <<set $relationship -= 5>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

"Mmm, Rex, darling... handle him just like that," she purrs, her voice dripping with sultry approval, her sly mockery hidden beneath the kindness as she crosses her legs, her little bunny tail likely twitching behind her. "Don't hold back—show my sweet Tails how a real man takes what he wants." Her words twist the knife of betrayal deeper, her kind expression never faltering as she watches, as if this is all just a loving lesson. You squirm under Rex's hold, your voice a whine of protest. "Vanilla, please—don't make me—" but she leans in closer from her seat, her soft hand cupping your cheek in a tender caress that contrasts his roughness, her touch almost soothing even as it guides your trembling hand downward. "Shh, baby, it's alright," she whispers, her lips brushing your ear, her breath warm and reassuring. "I know this isn't what you're used to, but think of it as a gift to us. For our happiness. Rex deserves to feel every inch of that pleasure you've been hiding away, and you'll give it to him, won't you? Because you love me... and this is how you can show it." Her words weave around you like silk chains, urging you forward as she guides your trembling hand toward Rex's crotch. Rex stands smugly, ready to claim what she's so eagerly offering. The betrayal stings—her kindness a facade for this setup—but her touch leaves you frozen. Rex unzips himself with a short, gruff motion, his thick canine cock springing free—long and veined, the red flesh glistening with pre-cum, tapering to a pointed tip above a bulging knot at the base that's already starting to swell with anticipation. It's monstrous, throbbing in the air like a weapon, the musky scent hitting you as Vanilla's hand forces yours around it, the heat searing your palm as you grip the slick, pulsing shaft. You hate it—the way it feels alien and invasive in your hand, the knot promising something brutal and locking, the sheer size making your stomach churn with revulsion. But Vanilla's eyes are on you, her kind expression pleading in that manipulative way, and you want to obey her, to make her happy despite the betrayal gnawing at you, your hand starting to stroke slowly under her guidance. "That's it, sweetie," Vanilla coos, her fingers interlacing with yours to pump Rex's cock, the shaft thickening in your grasp, the veins pulsing under your touch as pre-cum leaks from the tip, slicking your palm. Rex grunts shortly, his hips bucking forward, forcing more of his length through your fist, the knot bumping against your wrist with each thrust. You hate the way it throbs, hot and insistent, the pointed tip flaring slightly as you stroke, but Vanilla's whispers keep you going. "See? You're making Daddy so happy—keep stroking, just like that, my //good boy//." The handjob drags on, your arm aching as you pump faster under Vanilla's insistent guidance, Rex swelling fully in your hand, the knot inflating like a threat, the red flesh slick and veiny under your fingers. You hate the texture—the ridged base, the way it pulses with each stroke, the musky fluid coating your skin—but obeying Vanilla feels like the only anchor in this storm, her kind words praising you even as tears prick your eyes. Rex's grunts grow shorter, more urgent, his hips snapping forward until, with a final growl, he cums hard, thick ropes of hot seed spurting across your face, the warmth splattering your cheeks and lips in sticky humiliation, dripping down your chin as you recoil. You sob, tears mixing with the mess, "Vanilla, why—please, that was too much..." She pulls you close then, her arms wrapping around you in a kind embrace, her large breasts pressing against you as she wipes your face gently with a tissue, her expression soft and maternal. "Oh, sweetie, shh— you made Daddy and Mommy //so happy//," she says, her voice a soothing whisper, but there's that underlying threat in her kind eyes, a gentle warning that makes your stomach twist. "And if you don't want to be punished, you'll keep doing it—just like that, whenever we ask. It's all part of our little game, isn't it?" <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 20>> Vanilla's sweet insistence hardens into something more commanding, her towering form looming over you like a shadow that blocks out the light, her fur seeming to bristle with an undercurrent of authority as she steps closer. Her large breasts heave with a controlled breath beneath her red vest. "No, dear, you'll dress up for us," she repeats, her voice still laced with that maternal kindness, but now edged with an unyielding firmness that makes your heart race. Before you can back away or protest further, her hand shoots out, grabbing your face with surprising strength—her fingers digging into your cheeks just enough to hurt, forcing your head up to meet her gaze. Her much bigger frame makes escape impossible as she bends down slightly, her eyes lock onto yours with a hot, intense stare that sends conflicting shivers through you. Even as she holds your face in her vise-like grip, she's undeniably beautiful—her flushed cheeks accentuating the white patches on her fur, her full lips curling into a sly smile that reveals perfect teeth as her presence overwhelms you. "Listen to Mommy, Tails," she says, her tone motherly yet scorching with dominance. She squeezes a bit tighter, the pain sharpening your focus on her words. "Your role here is to please Rex and me—whatever that takes. If it means wearing something you don't like, or doing things that make you squirm, then you'll do it, won't you? Because that's what good little pups do for their Mommy and Daddy—they obey, even when it's hard." Her explanation sinks in, her hot gaze never wavering, making you feel small and trapped, her larger body pressing just close enough to remind you of her power. The hurt in your cheeks throbs, tears pricking your eyes from the pressure, but eventually, you nod weakly in her grip, whispering, "O-okay, Vanilla... I'll do it." Her expression softens instantly, the scolding melting into a sweet, affectionate smile as she releases your face, her fingers trailing gently down your cheek in a soothing caress. She leans in, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, her full lips warm and tender. "That's my good boy," she murmurs, her voice a velvety coo. "Now, let's get you dressed... but first, I think a little lesson is in order to make sure you remember." [[Continue|RequireGirlyAccept]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 2>> <<else>> You shake your head firmly, your voice steadier than you feel as you pull back from her grasp. "No, Vanilla—I won't dress like that. It's too much." She pauses, her sweet expression faltering for a moment, but she doesn't push further right now, though her eyes narrow with a hint of annoyance. "Fine, for now... but we'll talk about this again, sweetie." [[Continue| $location ]] <</if>>

You slip on the frilly apron, the lacy fabric hugging your slender form in a way that's both snug and utterly mortifying, the ruffles fluttering against your fur as if mocking your every attempt at dignity. Your face heats up like a furnace, a deep blush spreading under your cheeks as you tie the bow at the back, the apron's hem barely reaching mid-thigh, leaving your legs exposed and vulnerable. It's ridiculous—demure yet teasing, like something out of a twisted domestic fantasy—and you can't help but feel small, your twin tails curling behind you in embarrassment. Vanilla claps her hand s together with exaggerated delight, her ears perking up as her eyes sparkle with that sly, knowing gleam, her voice dripping with sweetness that barely hides the mocking edge. "Oh, my precious Tails, you look absolutely adorable! Doesn't he, Rex? Just the sweetest little helper a mommy could ask for—though soon enough, you'll be helping in all sorts of ways, won't you? The perfect partner, always ready to //help// Mommy and Daddy without a fuss." Rex nods curtly, his muscular frame leaning against the counter, a predatory grin splitting his wolfish muzzle, his eyes raking over you with raw hunger. "Very fitting." <<silently>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive. [[Continue|Bedroom]]

<<if $balance > 5>> You shake your head firmly. "No, thanks." They exchange glances but back off without pushing. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant. <<else>> You hesitate, but Vanilla's persuasive smile wins out. "Just try it, dear." You end up putting it on. [[Continue|WearApron]] <</if>> [[Continue|Bedroom]]

You feel a flush creep up your own cheeks. You know she's staying here for free and seems eager to contribute—though her behavior suggests it's more than just gratitude.You nod, your voice steady as you start with the first task, . "Start with cleaning the living room, Vanilla. Dust the shelves and vacuum the rug." She complies immediately, but with a flair that's impossible to ignore, turning away from you slowly, her big ass jutting out as she bends at the waist to pick up the duster from the counter, the purple dress riding up just enough to reveal the curve of her thick thighs. The base of her little bunny tail wiggling playfully. "Right away, Tails," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper, glancing back over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. Her large breasts heave slightly with the motion. As she moves to the living room, you follow at a distance, watching her work. She dusts the shelves with exaggerated stretches, reaching high so her vest pulls tight against her breasts, the fabric strains as she arches her back, her big ass pushing out toward you like an offering. "Is this how you want it, Tails?" she asks innocently, but her tone is playfully mocking. Her hips sway side to side as she wipes a shelf, her little tail flicking as if to beckon you closer. When she vacuums, she bends low to get under the couch, her round ass high in the air, the dress hiking up to reveal more of her tan and white fur, her submissive posture deliberate, almost begging for instruction or correction. Once the living room gleams, you guide her back to the kitchen for the next task. "Now cook lunch—something simple, like sandwiches and salad." She nods eagerly, her ears flop as she moves to the fridge. She bends deep into the fridge so her big ass juts out, the purple dress riding up to show the curve of her thighs, her little bunny tail wiggling as she "searches" for ingredients longer than necessary. "Mmm, is this the right one, Tails?" she asks, straightening slowly, her large breasts bouncing as she turns to you with a lettuce in hand, pressing it against her chest playfully, the vest straining as she arches her back slightly. Her eyes meet yours with a sly glint. As she chops vegetables, she leans over the counter, her breasts resting on the surface, spilling slightly over the edge of her vest, shifting as she works, her movements slow and sensual, like she's performing for you. "I'm so glad you're letting me stay here, Tails. This is the least I can do to help out," she says while slicing tomatoes, but her tone dips lower, "though soon enough, you'll have me helping in all sorts of other ways, won't you?" Her words hang in the air, her large breasts heaving with a deliberate breath, the little bunny tail flicking as if to emphasize her point. <<silently>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward dominant. [[Continue|Bedroom]]

You feel a rush of nervousness flood through you, your twin tails curling tightly behind your back as you shift on the couch, your mind racing for something to say. She's only been staying here a short while—barely any real interactions beyond polite greetings—and the idea of ordering her around feels awkward, overwhelming. "I-I don't know, Vanilla," you stammer, avoiding her gaze, "maybe you could just... relax or something? I don't want to boss you around." Her expression shifts in an instant, the shy demeanor cracking like a thin veneer, her ears flattening as a huffy annoyance flashes across her face, her full lips pursing into a pout. She crosses her arms under her large breasts, making them bounce slightly with the motion, the red vest pulling taut. "Oh, come on, Tails," she says, her tone sharpening with a kind edge, like she's scolding a child who's disappointed her. "If you're not going to take charge, then I suppose I'll have to step in. Up you get— we're cleaning the living room first." You blink, caught off guard by the sudden switch, but before you can respond, she's already tugging you to your feet by the arm, her grip firm and unyielding, her towering height making it easy to maneuver you. She hands you a duster from the nearby shelf, her fingers brushing yours lingeringly, and points to the high shelves. "Start up there—stretch nice and tall." As you reach up, she steps close behind you, her hands on your waist, adjusting your posture with a insistent push. "Arc your back more, Tails—like this," she says, her voice is kind but with an underlying slyness, her palms pressing into your lower back to force the curve, her breasts brushing against your shoulders as she leans in. "It helps you reach better, doesn't it? And move your hips a bit when you dust—sway them side to side, nice and smooth. See? Doesn't that feel more natural?" Her words hang in the air, her touch guiding you, leaving you flustered as you comply, the motion making your body feel strangely exposed. She moves to lounge on the couch, stretching out with a dramatic sigh, her long purple dress pooling around her as she crosses her legs. Her bare feet are elegant and well-groomed, with soft souls and neatly trimmed nails, dangle off the edge. You try to focus on dusting, but your eyes keep drifting to her feet as she curls her toes slowly, wiggling them in the air with deliberate playfulness, the arches flexing and relaxing in a hypnotic rhythm. The way they move is almost teasing. But when she catches you staring, her expression turns scolding, though still with that mocking kindness. "Eyes on the work, Tails," she says sharply, her foot paused mid-wiggle. "Don't get distracted now—keep dusting, or I'll have to come over there and guide you myself." You snap your gaze away, cheeks burning hotter, moving to the coffee table, but she adjusts her position slightly, her feet still in your peripheral vision, curling and uncurling as if to test your focus. Once the room gleams, she stands with a huff, her large breasts bouncing as she smooths her vest. "Good enough—for now. Kitchen next. Cook us dinner—pasta with sauce." She leads the way, her big ass swaying under the dress, the fabric hinting at its fullness without revealing too much, her thick thighs brushing together with each step, mostly concealed but suggested by the subtle shift of the skirt. In the kitchen, you start chopping vegetables, the knife steady in your hand, but Vanilla lounges against the counter nearby, her posture relaxed yet calculated. As you work, she reaches up slowly, her fingers unbuttoning the top of her red vest one by one, the fabric parting to reveal more of her deep cleavage, her large breasts straining against the purple dress beneath, the blue ascot loosening slightly as she fans herself dramatically. "It's getting warm in here, don't you think?" she says innocently, but her eyes watch you slyly, her breasts heaving with a deep breath that makes them bounce just enough to draw your gaze. The way the vest gapes open is baiting, the soft fur of her cleavage on display, but when she catches you staring, her tone turns scolding again. "Focus on the chopping, Tails—don't burn dinner because you're distracted." Her words snap you back, but the teasing lingers, her body a constant distraction. You set the plates on the counter, sliding one toward her, and she picks up her fork with graceful slowness, twirling a strand of pasta around it before bringing it to her lips. As she chews, her large breasts shift slightly with the motion, the unbuttoned vest gaping just a bit more, but she catches you glancing and straightens up with a soft chuckle. "This is quite good, Tails—really, you've got a knack for it," she remarks, her tone light and complimentary on the surface, but there's that edge again, subtle yet piercing, as if she's amused. She takes another bite, savoring it slowly. She leans forward, her eyes meeting yours over the plate. "You know, if you'd been a bit bolder earlier, it might have been me here stirring the pot and wiping down the counters. But no, you're so soft sometimes—it's almost endearing, how you just let things happen around you. Almost." Her words hang in the air, delivered with that same kind smile, but they sting, implying something unspoken about your hesitation. She spears another forkful, chewing thoughtfully, her thick thighs shifting under the dress as she crosses her legs, the fabric whispering against itself. "I mean, a place like this needs someone who can really take charge, don't you think? Someone to love it properly, to care for it—and everyone in it—the way it deserves. But you're doing your best, aren't you, Tails? That's what matters." The words hit harshly, but she says it all with that gentle lilt, as if it's just casual conversation. You eat in silence after that, the pasta warm on your tongue, but her gaze never leaves you as she finishes her plate. Finally, she sets down her fork with a satisfied sigh, leaning back against the counter, her large breasts rising prominently with the motion. "Well, that was lovely, Tails—thank you for the meal. I suppose I'll let you get some rest now; it's been a long day, hasn't it?" She stands, her towering height making the kitchen feel smaller, and brushes a hand along your shoulder as she passes, her touch lingering just a second too long. "Sweet dreams—maybe tomorrow you'll find that boldness, hmm?" With that, she heads upstairs, leaving you alone with the dishes. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> [[Continue|Bedroom]]

You feel a wave of hesitation wash over you, your twin tails curling tightly behind your back as you shift uncomfortably, the idea of committing to feminine clothing full-time making your face heat up even more. "Vanilla, I... I'm not sure about that. It feels a bit much," you murmur, your voice small and uncertain, glancing toward Rex, who crosses his arms over his broad chest, his smug grin widening slightly. Vanilla's expression softens further, but there's a sly edge to her smile as she leans in closer, her large breasts pressing lightly against your arm, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, honey, it's all part of our little dynamic here—the mommy, daddy, and little one. Mommy takes care of you, Daddy keeps things strong and steady, and you... well, you get to be the sweet, pretty little thing that makes us both happy. If you want to stay with me—with us—in this cozy home, you'll have to play along. It's just how things work, sweetie. Think of it as dressing up to show how much you appreciate Mommy's kindness." The words hang in the air, her explanation wrapping around you like a gentle leash, backhanded with the implication that without this, your place here might not be so secure. You hesitate longer, your mind racing—part of you wants to push back, but the thought of losing her presence, her "care," makes you swallow hard. Finally, you nod slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, Mommy..." Vanilla's smile widens, genuine delight mixing with that mocking glint in her eyes as she pulls you into a quick hug, her large breasts pressing softly against you, her big ass shifting as she straightens up. "That's my good boy," she says, her tone warm and approving, though laced with a sly satisfaction, as if she's just won a small victory. Rex chuckles shortly from the doorway, his black and grey fur bristling slightly, but Vanilla waves him off with a laugh, her hand lingering on your back before she steps away. <<set $requireGirly = true>> <<set $storyProgress = 2>> <<set $ntrLevel += 1>> [[Continue| $location ]]

Your heart pounds, the confusion mixing with the rush of her closeness, but the questions persist, nagging at the edges of your mind. "But I saw you two earlier, and it looked like—" Vanilla interrupts once more, her lips crashing against yours with greater urgency, her tongue slipping past your defenses to explore your mouth deeply, swirling in a way that makes your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. She moans softly into the kiss, her body pressing closer, her curves molding against your smaller frame as she dominates the moment. When she finally eases back, her breath mingles with yours, and she whispers around the lingering connection, her words punctuated by tiny pecks along your jaw. "My little boy doesn't need to concern himself with grown-up matters." Another deep kiss follows, her tongue teasing yours until you feel dizzy, her hands roaming gently over your shoulders. "Mommy knows what's best, and right now, what's best is you trusting me completely. Rex is just... a friend who helps Mommy feel good, but you're my special sweetie. Focus on that, on pleasing me, and everything will be perfect." The manipulation wraps around you like her arms, her scent enveloping you, making it hard to think straight amid the haze of arousal and submission. You try one last time, your voice weaker now. "I just don't understand why—" <<videoMP4 "video/Vanilla/lickingsound.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> She silences you definitively, her mouth claiming yours in a fervent tongue kiss that leaves no room for protest, her body shifting to straddle your lap briefly, grinding just enough to spark heat through your veins. Her tongue dances with yours, coaxing and commanding, while she murmurs into the kiss, her words vibrating against your lips. "No more questions, sweetie. Mommy's here to take care of you, and that's all you need." She deepens it further, her fingers tangling in your fur, until your resistance melts away, the seduction overwhelming your doubts. Finally, as you pull back gasping, you murmur softly, "Well... I guess that might be alright..." Vanilla's smile radiates triumph, her eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction as she rises gracefully, adjusting her dress with a casual flick that draws your gaze to her swaying hips. She turns toward the door, her steps unhurried and deliberate, her big ass moving with hypnotic rhythm, the little bunny tail quivering teasingly above it. She Pauses at the threshold and glances back over her shoulder with a playful wink. "That's my good boy. Now, since you've gotten her all worked up like this, Mommy's going to see Rex." With that, she slips out, leaving the door ajar and a sinking feeling in your stomach. <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue| $location ]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 20>> You perch on the corner of the bed in your dimly lit room, the weight of unspoken questions pressing down on your chest like an invisible hand. The recent glimpses of Vanilla's closeness with Rex replay in your mind—the casual touches, the shared whispers that exclude you entirely. A spark of resistance flares up. You find your voice again, stronger this time. "Wait, Vanilla... I can't just ignore it. If you're with Rex, then what does that make me? I need to know—" Vanilla pauses at the doorway, her tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light, and she spins back toward you with a swiftness that makes your twin tails flick nervously. In an instant, she is upon you, her soft hand gripping your face firmly, her fingers digging just enough into your cheeks to tilt your head up, forcing your eyes to meet hers. Her expression shifts from playful to stern, though a hint of that seductive warmth simmers beneath. "Listen to me, sweetie," she says in a low, commanding tone, her breath warm against your fur. "You can have a happy Mommy who takes care of you, or you can keep talking and make things difficult for everyone. Which will it be?" The intensity in her gaze pins you in place, your protests dissolving into a soft whimper as the choice hangs in the air, heavy and unavoidable. You hesitate, but the pressure of her hold and the promise in her words erode your defiance, leaving you nodding weakly in submission "O-Ok mommy." Satisfied, she releases your face with a gentle pat, her lips curving into a triumphant smile. "Now, Where were we?" [[Continue|KissAccept]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> <<else>> You shake your head firmly, your voice steadier than you feel as you pull back from her grasp. "No, Vanilla—I don't like seeing you with rex like that." She pauses, her sweet expression faltering for a moment, but she doesn't push further right now, though her eyes narrow with a hint of annoyance. "Fine, for now... but we'll talk about this again, sweetie." <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue| $location ]]

<<if $amyDom < 40>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 3>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Forced. [[Continue|ComplyPoseL2]] <</if>>

You act demure. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 4>> <<set $balance -= 4>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]]

<<if $amyDom < 60>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 4>> <<set $balance += 4>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Forced. [[Continue|ComplyActL3]] <</if>>

You straighten up immediately, arching your back as Amy instructed, feeling the strain in your muscles while the office continues its steady rhythm around you. Her bulge remains pressed against your shoulder, a constant reminder of her proximity, as she nods approvingly. "That's much better, Tails," she purrs, her hand trailing lightly down your spine to emphasize the curve. "See how much more appealing you look when you obey? Feminine boys like you should always present themselves properly for their superiors." The embarrassment floods through you, your face heating up under the gaze of any potential onlookers, but you hold the position, whispering, "Yes, Miss Amy, I'll remember that." She lingers for a moment longer, her breath warm against your ear, before stepping back with a satisfied chuckle. "Good boy. Keep it up, or there will be consequences." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 4>> <<set $balance -= 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You choose to ignore her directive, continuing to type away at your keyboard as if she hadn't spoken, though your fingers tremble slightly on the keys. Amy's expression hardens, her whisper turning into a sharp hiss. "Did you not hear me, Tails? I said fix your posture." She presses her bulge more firmly against your shoulder, a subtle threat in the action. Your heart races with anxiety, but you mutter, "I'm comfortable like this, Miss Amy." She straightens up, her eyes flashing with irritation. <<if $amyDom < 15>> "Fine, have it your way—for now. But don't think this insubordination will go unnoticed." She storms off, leaving you with a mix of relief and lingering fear.. Amy backs off without further incident, though she shoots you a warning glance from across the room. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Your resistance crumbles. Amy grabs your shoulders, forcing you to arch your back manually. "You'll learn to obey one way or another, slut," she snaps, holding you in place until you comply. [[Continue|DeskPostureComplyL0]] <</if>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

As you head to your workshop, your boss Amy Rose is waiting with a serious look. She's a confident hedgehog, always dressed sharply, with a commanding presence that makes you a bit nervous. "Tails, we need to talk. Come to my office now." [[Enter Amy's office|AmyOfficeFiring]]

You approach Amy and initiate a conversation. She turns to you with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with unspoken intentions. What topic do you want to discuss? [[Ask about her goal in all this|AmyGoal]] <<if $promotionLevel >= 2>> [[Ask why she doesn't just get a regular girlfriend|AmyGirlfriend]] <</if>> <<if $promotionLevel >= 3>> [[Inquire about her feelings toward you|AmyFeelings]] <</if>> <<if $promotionLevel >= 4>> [[Question her obsessive behavior|AmyObsession]] <</if>> <<if $promotionLevel >= 5>> [[Ask what she envisions for your future together|AmyFuture]] <</if>> <<if $promotionLevel >= 6>> [[Probe about her darkest desires|AmyDesires]] <</if>> [[Leave the conversation|SecretaryDesk]]

You gather your courage and ask Amy directly, "What exactly is your goal with all this? With me?" <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route: Amy dominant */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 1>> Amy leans in close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers with a teasing smile. "Oh, Tails, my sweet little fox. My goal? It's simple—I see so much potential in you. You're delicate, obedient... perfect for molding into something special. For now, let's just say I want to help you find your true place in this office. Don't worry your pretty head about it yet." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 3>> Her expression turns more intense, a hint of possessiveness creeping in as she grabs your chin gently but firmly. "You want to know my goal? I aim to make you mine completely, Tails. You're too soft and feminine to be just an employee. I want you relying on me for everything—your job, your pleasure, your purpose. Imagine being my devoted little pet, always eager to please. Doesn't that sound hot?" <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> Amy's eyes darken with fervor, her voice dropping to a husky murmur as she pulls you against her. "My ultimate goal is to break you down and rebuild you as my perfect boy-wife, Tails. You're so fuckable when you're submissive, hating it but craving more. I'll lock you away if I have to—no one else gets to touch what's mine. You're going to love being my obsessed little slut." <<else>> She laughs softly, her grip tightening obsessively as she whispers hotly. "Goal? To own your soul, Tails. You'll be my eternal toy, fucked and feminized until you can't live without me. I'll make you beg for my cock every day, my love ensuring you're never free. Knowing you're trapped in my twisted affection forever." <</if>> <<else>> /* Dom route: Player dominant */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 1>> Amy blushes slightly, averting her eyes as she responds shyly. "My goal? Well, Tails, I just want to... make things run smoothly here. You're in charge now, so whatever you say goes. I wouldn't mind if you guided me a bit more." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 3>> Her cheeks flush deeper, her voice submissive as she admits. "Honestly? I want to be useful to you, Tails. You're so commanding—it makes me want to please you however I can. Maybe... teach me to be better at serving your needs?" <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> Amy bites her lip, her tone turning eager and obedient. "My goal is to submit to you completely, Tails. You're the dominant one here, and it turns me on when you take control. Use me as your plaything—I'll do anything to make you happy." <<else>> She kneels slightly, her eyes filled with devoted submission. "I want to be your slave, Tails—owned and used by you forever. Your commands make me wet; please, make me your obedient bitch. I'll worship you eternally." <</if>> <</if>> [[Back to chat|AmyChat]]

Curious about her motivations, you ask Amy, "Why not just get a regular girlfriend? Why focus on me like this?" <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 3>> Amy chuckles softly, her eyes scanning you appreciatively. "A regular girlfriend? Boring. You're special, Tails—soft, vulnerable, with that feminine charm. Girls are too independent; I need someone like you who'll submit without question. Plus, breaking a boy like you is so much hotter." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> Her gaze turns possessive as she steps closer. "Why settle for normal when I can have you? You're mine to corrupt— no regular girl could make me this obsessed. I love watching you squirm, hating it but needing more. You're my perfect, fucked-up little obsession." <<else>> Amy grabs your collar lightly, her voice intense and hot. "Regular girlfriends leave; you won't. I'll chain you if needed. You're my boy-toy forever—feminine, submissive, and utterly mine. The thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to lock you away." <</if>> <<else>> /* Dom route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 3>> Amy fidgets shyly, glancing up at you. "A regular girlfriend? I... prefer someone strong like you, Tails. You make me feel safe and guided. I don't want normal; I want to serve you properly." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> She blushes deeply, her tone submissive. "Why would I want that when I can be yours? You're dominant and commanding—it turns me on. Let me be your devoted girlfriend... or whatever you want me to be." <<else>> Amy kneels, looking up pleadingly. "No one else could dominate me like you. I need your control, Tails—make me your slave-girlfriend. I'll beg if you want; just own me completely." <</if>> <</if>> [[Back to chat|AmyChat]]

You decide to probe deeper, asking Amy, "How do you really feel about me? Be honest." <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 3>> Amy smiles mysteriously, her hand brushing your cheek. "Feelings? I like you, Tails—your innocence, your softness. You're fun to tease, and it makes work exciting. Don't overthink it; just keep being my good boy." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> Her expression intensifies, dangerous undertones surfacing as she whispers hotly. "I adore you—your feminine body drives me wild. I feel possessive; no one else can have you. You're my hot little secret, made for my pleasure." <<else>> Amy's eyes burn with obsession, her voice low and intense. "I love you obsessively, Tails—my heart wants to own every part of you. You're so fuckable when broken; it turns me on knowing I'll keep you forever, no escape from my affection." <</if>> <<else>> /* Dom route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 3>> Amy looks away bashfully. "I... respect you, Tails. You're confident and kind. I feel drawn to follow your lead; it makes me happy to please you." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> She confesses softly, blushing. "I have feelings for you—submissive ones. Your dominance excites me; I want to be yours completely, serving you however you desire." <<else>> Amy gazes up adoringly. "I love you as my master, Tails. Your control is everything; I'll do anything to stay in your life, submitting fully to your will." <</if>> <</if>> [[Back to chat|AmyChat]]

Concerned by her intensity, you ask, "Your behavior seems obsessive sometimes. Why are you like this with me?" <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 4>> Amy laughs lightly, downplaying it. "Obsessive? Maybe a little. You're just so cute and pliable—I can't help wanting more. It's harmless fun, right? Keeps things spicy." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> "Yes, I'm obsessed—because you're mine, Tails. Your feminine vulnerability is intoxicating; I need to control it all. It's hot knowing you're trapped in my web." <<else>> Amy grabs you close, her voice dripping with heat. "Obsession? It's love—twisted, consuming love. I can't let you go; you're my perfect boy-slut. I'll destroy anyone who tries to take you." <</if>> <<else>> /* Dom route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 4>> Amy fiddles with her hands nervously. "Obsessive? Sorry if it seems that way— I just admire you so much, Tails. Your strength makes me want to be close and obedient." <<elseif $promotionLevel <= 5>> She admits shyly. "Maybe I am a bit obsessed... with serving you. Your dominance captivates me; I crave your commands and attention always." <<else>> Amy kneels devotedly. "I'm obsessively yours, master. Your control is my world; I'll follow you anywhere, submitting to whatever you desire." <</if>> <</if>> [[Back to chat|AmyChat]]

Looking ahead, you ask Amy, "What do you see for our future? Where is this all leading?" <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 5>> Amy smirks mysteriously. "Our future? You'll become even more integral to my life—more personal tasks, deeper submission. Imagine being my live-in assistant, always ready to please." <<else>> Her intensity peaks, voice hot with promise. "You'll be my slave-wife forever, Tails—locked in my home, feminized and fucked daily. No escape from my love; you'll beg for it eventually. Eternal ownership." <</if>> <<else>> /* Dom route */ <<if $promotionLevel <= 5>> Amy smiles hopefully. "I see myself serving you more deeply, Tails—perhaps as your personal assistant in every way, always at your beck and call." <<else>> She whispers devotedly. "Our future is me as your eternal slave—owned completely, living to fulfill your every command and desire." <</if>> <</if>> [[Back to chat|AmyChat]]

Braving the depths, you ask, "What are your darkest desires involving me?" <<if $amyDom > 0>> /* Sub route */ Amy's eyes flash with passion, leaning in close. "Darkest? To chain you in my basement, feminize you completely, and use you as my personal fucktoy every day. Break your mind until you worship me obsessively. A Hot, twisted eternity together—no one else allowed near my precious boy." <<else>> /* Dom route */ Amy blushes deeply, voice submissive. "My darkest desire is to be your collared pet—humiliated and used however you want, Tails. Degrade me, command me; I'll beg for more." <</if>> [[Back to chat|AmyChat]]

<<set $location = "AmyOffice">> You sit across from Amy in her spacious office. She leans back, crossing her legs, and you can't help but notice how her skirt shifts slightly. "Tails, your inventions as a mechanic just aren't selling. The company can't afford to keep you in that role. I'm firing you from the position." Panic sets in. You need this job to support yourself... and now Vanilla too. [[Beg her not to fire you|BegAmy]] [[Accept and leave (ends game)|GameOver]] /* Placeholder; assume player begs */

You leave the company unemployed. Game over.

"Please, Amy! I need this job! I'll do anything to stay!" She taps her chin, her eyes scanning you slowly, a sly smile forming. "Anything, huh? Well, I could use a personal secretary. Someone organized, attentive... and willing to adapt." <<videoMP4 "video/amy/icoulduse.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> She stands, circling you appraisingly. "You have a delicate build. It could work. But it'd mean a big change—no more tinkering, just serving my needs." [[Accept the secretary role|AcceptSecretary]] [[Refuse and beg for mechanic role|BegAmy]] /* Loops back if refuse */

<<set $location = "SecretaryDesk">> <<= '<img src="images/office/desk.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> You're at your secretary desk outside Amy's office, surrounded by files and a computer. You feel exposed. <<if $promotionLevel == 0>> Your uniform is basic for now. <<elseif $promotionLevel == 1>> Your fitted uniform clings, with a skirt that's a bit too short. <<elseif $promotionLevel == 2>> Heels and makeup make you feel more feminine and awkward. <<elseif $promotionLevel == 3>> A Frilly blouse and stockings emphasize your role. <<elseif $promotionLevel == 4>> The slutty dress reminds you of her control. <<elseif $promotionLevel == 5>> Fully dressed as amy requested, ready for her manhandling. <<elseif $promotionLevel == 6>> Fully enslaved as her wife, always available, feminized completely. <</if>> <<if $energy <= 0 or $timeOfDay === "night">> You're exhausted and can't continue working. [[Head home|Outside]] <<else>> <<if Math.random() < 0.3>> Amy buzzes you: "Tails, get in here now." [[Enter Amy's office|AmyOffice]] <<else>> What do you do? [[Do paperwork|DoPaperwork]] [[Knock on Amy's office door|AmyOffice]] <<promotionCheck>> [[Head home early|Outside]] <</if>> <</if>>

You refuse the offer, pushing the cash away with a resolute "No, I'm not sucking for money," standing firm against the degrading proposal. <<if $amyDom <80>> She accepts your refusal grudgingly, pocketing the bills without further insistence. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=7>> <<set $balance +=6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She punishes you with a rough spanking, the slaps stinging sharply before forcing your head down to suck anyway. [[Continue|OfficeMoneyBJComplyL5]] <</if>>

You stand frozen, letting Amy's hand linger on your ass as her fingers dig in firmly, kneading the flesh with possessive squeezes that make you tense, the unexpected intimacy in the open office amplifying your discomfort. Amy groans softly in satisfaction, her voice low as she murmurs "Good boy—your ass feels perfect under my hand." The words hang in the air, her touch continuing briefly before she releases you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=2>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money +=10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push her hand away quickly, stepping back with a sharp "Stop," creating distance to halt the unwanted groping at your desk. <<if $amyDom <10>> She stops immediately, her hand withdrawing as your resistance succeeds and she backs off. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=2>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She spanks you lightly in response, the sting making you yelp as she scolds "Bad girl!" before grabbing your ass more insistently. [[Continue|DeskAssGrabComplyL0]] <</if>>

<<= '<img src="images/office/tailspaperwork.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> <<set $money += 50 + 40 * $promotionLevel>> You dive into the paperwork—filing, scheduling. Mundane, but it builds progress. <<silently>> <<set $workProgress += 1>> <<set $energy -= 10>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <</silently>> <<advanceTime>> <<if $energy <= 0 or $timeOfDay === "night">> Too tired, head home. [[Go home|Outside]] <<else>> <<if Math.random() < 0.5>> <<randomDeskEvent>> <<else>> Done for now. [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<set $location = "AmyOffice">> <<set $energy -= 10>> <<if $energy <= 0 or $timeOfDay === "night">> Too tired, excuse yourself. [[Go home|Outside]] <<else>> <<= '<img src="images/office/amyatdesk.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> You enter Amy's office. She looks up, smirking. <<amyGreeting>> <<if Math.random() < 0.5>> <<randomOfficeEvent>> <<else>> She doesn't seem interested in harassing you right now. "What do you need?" [[Chat|AmyChat]] [[Leave|SecretaryDesk]] <</if>> <</if>>

Amy agrees to have a review for your promotion. She's pacing, on the prowl, her eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction as she watches you fidget in the chair. The office air feels thick, charged with something unspoken and uncomfortable. "Tails, you've done enough work for a promotion. But to get it, you'll need to do something special for me." She stops in front of you, her hand moving to her skirt with deliberate slowness. The sound of her cock flopping out echoes in the quiet room as she pulls it down, her hard red canine cock springing out—thick, veiny, already twitching with anticipation. It's right there, inches from your face, demanding attention. "You need to understand what this position leads to. What I need you for... Give me a handjob. Stroke it firm, up and down—make me cum. I want you to know exactly what you're in for." You stare at it, your stomach churning with revulsion. The sight of it—the large knott at the base, the head glistening slightly—makes your fur stand on end. You've never touched anything like this before, never even imagined it, and the thought of wrapping your hand around her... it disgusts you to your core. But the bills are piling up, the rent's due, you don't make as much as you used to. This promotion means everything right now. "T-that's disgusting, Miss Amy... b-but I do need the money." Amy's grin widens, her emerald eyes sparkling with wicked delight. She can see the hesitation in your eyes, the way your twin tails twitch nervously behind you. Its clear she loves this—the power, the reluctance etched on your face. It's like a drug to her, watching you squirm. "Then do it, slut. Show me how badly you want that paycheck."" [[Relent and stroke her cock|Promotion1Comply]] [[Refuse the demand|Promotion1Resist]]

Your hand trembles as you reach out, hesitating just inches away. This is your first time touching something so intimate, so wrong. The heat radiating from her cock hits your palm before you even make contact, and when your fingers finally wrap around the thick shaft, you nearly pull back. It's warm, unnaturally so, the skin smooth yet ridged with veins that throb under your grip. It feels alive, invasive, and the musky scent fills your nostrils, making you want to gag. You stroke slowly at first, your movements awkward and tentative, up and down the length as she instructed. Amy lets out a low, pleased groan, her hips bucking slightly into your hand. Pre-cum beads at the tip, slicking your palm and making the motion easier, but no less repulsive. It smears across your fur, sticky and warm, a constant reminder of what you're doing. Your face burns with shame, your eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding the sight of her cock sliding through your fingers. "Faster, you little pushover!" she demands, her voice husky with pleasure. She watches you intently, her grin never fading—oh, she revels in this, in how your brows furrow in disgust, how your grip tightens not from eagerness but from the desperate need to get it over with. Every reluctant stroke seems to thrill her more, her breaths coming quicker as she leans back against her desk. You pick up speed, your arm aching from the effort, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the room. Her cock swells in your hand, the veins pulsing harder, and you can feel the buildup—the way it twitches erratically. Finally, with a sharp gasp, she cums, hot ropes of seed splattering across your hand and dripping down your wrist. It clings to your yellow fur, marking you, and you fight the urge to wipe it off immediately. Eventually her roaps of cum cease splattering on you. Amy straightens up, tucking herself back in with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes linger on your soiled hand, her expression one of smug triumph. "Good boy. Here's your promotion—and a bonus for being so sweet about it. Now clean yourself up; we've got work to do." <<silently>> <<set $promotionLevel +=1>> <<set $workProgress -= ($promotionLevel * 10)>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $handjobUnlocked = true>> <<set $money +=50>> /* Bonus for lewd */ <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]]

You back away. "No, I won't." <<if $amyDom < 20>> Amy huffs angrily but backs off. "Fine, no promotion yet. Get out." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=5>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] /* Repeatable, no subtract progress */ <<else>> Amy grabs you angrily. "Wrong answer." She bends you over, spanking your ass hard, each smack echoing "Naughty slut, learn your place!" [[Continue|Promotion1Comply]] <</if>>

Amy's lounging in her chair, looking stressed but with a sly undercurrent of excitement as she props her feet up on the desk, crossing her ankles. Her pink fur gleams under the office lights, but her emerald eyes are locked on you with that same predatory gleam, watching for every twitch of discomfort. She's kicked off her shoes, and the air in the room thickens with the musky, salty scent of her sweat-soaked feet—it's pungent, hitting you even from across the desk, making your nose wrinkle involuntarily. "For this promotion, lick my sweaty feet clean. Start with the left, tongue along the sole, then suck the toes one by one." She wiggles her toes teasingly, the tan pads slightly damp and glistening, the scent growing stronger as she flexes them. She can see the revulsion on your face—the way your yellow fur bristles, your twin tails lashing behind you—and it makes her smile widen, a flush of pleasure coloring her cheeks. You hesitate, your stomach turning at the thought. This is new territory—your first time even considering something so degrading, the idea of your tongue on her sweaty, musky feet making bile rise in your throat. But the money... you need it desperately. "Miss Amy, that's... that's revolting." Her grin turns downright wicked, her body relaxing further into the chair as she savors your reluctance, her cock twitching subtly under her skirt from the power rush. "It's your life now, slut. Get on your knees and make that cute little disgusted face—that just makes it better for me." [[Obey and lick her feet|Promotion2Comply]] [[Stop licking|Promotion2Resist]]

You drop to your knees, crawling closer until her left foot is right in front of your muzzle. The musk is overwhelming now, a heady mix of sweat and faint dirt from the day, assaulting your senses. Your tongue flicks out tentatively, making first contact with the sole—salty, bitter, the skin warm and slightly gritty under the layer of perspiration. You drag it along the arch as she instructed, the taste exploding in your mouth, making you grimace and fight back a gag. It's humiliating, this intimate act you've never done before, your face burning with shame as you lap at her foot like some obedient pet. Amy watches every second, her eyes half-lidded with delight, a soft moan escaping her lips at the sight of your furrowed brow and hesitant strokes. She watches how your body tenses, how you pause between licks as if hoping it'll end— it only spurs her on, her free foot tapping your face impatiently. "Deeper, slut! Get between those toes—suck them clean like you mean it." You obey, parting her toes with your fingers and sliding your tongue into the crevices, the flavor intensifying—tangy sweat mixed with the natural musk of her fur. One by one, you take her toes into your mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder under her guidance, the bitterness coating your tongue and making your eyes water. Your movements are mechanical, driven by necessity rather than desire, each slurp and lick a fresh wave of disgust washing over you. But you persist, cleaning both feet thoroughly until the sweat is gone, replaced by the sheen of your saliva. Finally, she pulls her feet away, standing up with a satisfied stretch. Her expression is one of pure bliss, cheeks flushed from the thrill of your unwilling submission. "Good boy. Take your promotion—and extra cash for being such a pathetic little foot slut." She grabs a wad of bills from her desk and slaps it across your face, the sting a final punctuation to the ordeal, before tucking them into your pocket with a patronizing pat. <<silently>> <<set $promotionLevel +=1>> <<set $workProgress -= ($promotionLevel * 10)>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $feetLickUnlocked = true>> <<set $money +=60>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull back. "I can't." <<if $amyDom < 35>> Amy snarls but lets it go. "No promotion then." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy forces your head down. "You will." Spanks you over her knee, "Take your punishment, whore!" Hands red on your ass, then makes you lick anyway. [[Continue|Promotion2Comply]] <</if>>

Without a word, she tosses a bundle of fabric at you—a slutty, low-cut dress in shimmering black, the kind with a slit at the thigh and a neckline that plunges daringly low. It lands in your lap with a soft thud, unfolding to reveal lace accents and thin straps that scream exposure. "For promotion, I need you to put this on, Tails. Show off that feminine body," she demands, her voice sharp and commanding, laced with that obsessive glee as she crosses her arms, tapping her foot expectantly. Her emerald eyes bore into you, daring you to hesitate, a smirk playing on her lips as she anticipates your squirming reaction. Your cheeks burn, heart racing as you glance around—the cubicle walls offer scant privacy, and the office isn't empty yet. This is humiliating, the thought of stripping down here, in front of her, to slip into something so revealing. You've never worn anything like this, never even considered it, and the idea makes your twin tails curl in embarrassment. "A-Amy, here? Now? But—" you stammer, your voice cracking, but she cuts you off with a glare, stepping closer to loom over you. "Did I stutter, slut? Change. Immediately. Or I'll strip you myself and parade you around for everyone to see what a pretty girl you've become." Her tone leaves no room for argument, her hand already reaching for your blouse as if to make good on the threat. She can see the flush on your muzzle, the way your eyes dart away, and it thrills her—her body language screams satisfaction, leaning in closer with eager anticipation. [[Change into the dress|Promotion3Comply]] [[Refuse to wear it|Promotion3Resist]]

Swallowing hard, you stand on shaky legs, fumbling with the buttons of your current top under her watchful gaze. The shirt slips off, exposing your soft yellow fur, followed by the bottom pooling at your feet. The cool air raises goosebumps on your skin as you step into the dress, pulling it up over your hips—the fabric clings like a second skin, the low neckline framing the fluff on your chest in a way that makes you feel utterly exposed, the thigh slit showing off your short legs. You adjust the straps, trying to tug the hem down for some modesty, but it's futile; the dress is designed to tease and reveal. Amy's already circling you like a predator, her emerald eyes raking over your form with unabashed hunger. "Oh, Tails, look at you," she purrs, her voice dripping with compliments that twist like a knife in your gut. "You make such a stunning little vixen in that dress—those curves, that fluff... you're absolutely delicious. Who knew my tech whiz had such a feminine figure hiding under those boring clothes?" Her words hit you like a wave, mortifying in their objectification, making your face burn hotter with humiliation—this is so wrong, so exposing, and part of you wants to bolt. But buried under the shame, there's a flicker of flattery, a conflicted warmth from the praise, her attention making you feel seen in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying. Her hands roam possessively—fingers trailing over the lace accents, tugging the neckline down just a tad to "adjust" it, her palm sliding along the slit at your thigh, brushing against your fur in a way that's far too intimate. "Mmm, feel how it hugs you? Perfect for showing off what a pretty slut you are," she murmurs, squeezing your hip lightly, her touch lingering on your waist as she steps even closer, her breath warm against your ear. You're frozen, mortified by the invasion, your body tensing under her grasp, but that damn flattery creeps in again—her obsession with you, the way she compliments your "feminine body," it stirs a confusing mix of revulsion and ego, leaving you utterly conflicted, your heart pounding with a blend of dread and reluctant validation. Finally satisfied, she steps back with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with delight at your flustered state. "Good girl. You've earned your promotion—and a little extra for looking so damn irresistible." She slips a bonus envelope into the dress's neckline, her fingers brushing your chest one last time before she saunters away, leaving you standing there in the revealing outfit, still reeling. <<silently>> <<set $promotionLevel +=1>> <<set $workProgress -= ($promotionLevel * 10)>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $underDeskBJUnlocked = true>> <<set $money +=70>> <</silently>> [[Continue|OfficeDateAdmire]]

"Mmm, that's better," she purrs, stepping back to admire her handiwork, her eyes raking over you with hungry approval. "Look at you—such a sexy little thing. Now, we're going on a lunch date. My treat. Come on." Before you can protest, she's grabbing your wrist, pulling you out of the cubicle and through the office halls. Heads turn—colleagues whispering, eyes widening at your slutty dress, the thigh slit shows off more that you'd like—but Amy strides confidently, her arm looping through yours like you're a couple, her hair brushing your shoulder. The elevator ride is torture, her hand sliding down to squeeze your ass discreetly as she whispers, "Smile, Tails—you look so pretty when you do." You force a weak smile, heart pounding as the doors open to the lobby, and she leads you out into the bustling city streets. [[Continue|OfficeDateRestaurant]]

The restaurant is a cozy Italian bistro a few blocks away, with outdoor seating under striped awnings and the scent of garlic and fresh bread wafting through the air. Amy picks a table in the corner, partially secluded by potted plants, and pulls out your chair with exaggerated chivalry, her hand grazing your thigh as you sit. "My beautiful date," she coos, settling across from you, her eyes sparkling with romance as she reaches for your hand, lacing her fingers with yours. "You look stunning in that dress, Tails. Absolutely breathtaking—like a princess ready for her queen." The waiter approaches—a young rabbit with floppy ears and a crisp uniform. His eyes flick over you with a polite smile, you shrink at what he must think of you in the slutty dress and makeup. "Good afternoon, ladies. Can I start you off with some drinks? Water, wine perhaps?" He directs the question to both of you, but his gaze lingers on you appreciatively, a subtle flush on his cheeks. Amy beams, squeezing your hand tighter. "We'll have a bottle of your house red, please. And for my gorgeous girlfriend here, she'll have the sparkling water—she's too sweet for anything stronger." She winks at you, her thumb stroking your palm in slow, intimate circles, making your fur stand on end. The waiter nods, jotting it down. "Excellent choice. You two make such a cute couple—she's lucky to have you," he says to Amy, but his eyes dart back to you with a shy grin. "And miss, that dress is lovely on you—really brings out your eyes." You mumble "T-thank you," cheeks burning as he walks away, and Amy leans in, her voice a sultry whisper. "See? Even he thinks you're a perfect little girl. My perfect little girl." She lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, her eyes locked on yours with adoration. "I love taking you out like this, Tails—showing off how beautiful you are, how mine you are. You make my heart race, you know that?" The drinks arrive, and Amy pours the wine, clinking her glass against yours. "To us," she toasts. Her foot slides under the table to nudge your leg, trailing up your calf in a teasing caress. The waiter returns shortly after with menus, but Amy waves him off with a charming smile, already decided. "I'll have the spaghetti carbonara for me—extra creamy, please. And for my darling here," she says, turning to you with a possessive grin, "the house salad, light dressing on the side. She's got to stay nice and slim for me." The waiter nods, scribbling it down without question, though his eyes flick to you sympathetically for a split second before he smiles politely. "Coming right up, ladies." Amy keeps up the embaressing lines, complimenting you endlessly. "Your fur looks so soft today—I could run my hands through it forever," she says, reaching across to tuck a strand behind your ear, her fingers lingering on your cheek. The waiter chuckles as he sets down bread, "You two are adorable. How long have you been together?" "Oh, not long enough," Amy replies with a dreamy sigh, her hand finding yours again. "But every moment with her is magic. Isn't that right, Tails?" You nod weakly, forcing a smile as her foot presses higher, rubbing against your inner thigh under the tablecloth, sending unwelcome sparks through you. The meal unfolds in a haze of her affection—feeding you bites of her pasta with her fork, whispering sweet nothings like "You're the light of my life, my precious girl," while her touches grow bolder, her hand slipping under the table to squeeze your knee, inching upward. The waiter refills your water with a wink at you, "Enjoying the food, miss?" The romancing continues through dessert—shared tiramisu, her spooning bites into your mouth, her free hand tracing patterns on your arm. "I can't get enough of you," she murmurs, her voice low and intimate, making your skin tingle despite the humiliation. "You're everything I've ever wanted—soft, submissive, all mine." Halfway through, she excuses herself to the bathroom, but not before leaning in to whisper, "Meet me in there in five minutes, slut. Girls bathroom, Don't keep me waiting." Your stomach knots, but the waiter clears plates with a smile, "Everything alright, miss?" You nod, forcing sweetness, but inside you're reeling. Five minutes tick by agonizingly—the clink of silverware, the murmur of other diners—and you slip away, heart hammering, pushing open the bathroom door to find Amy waiting, her dress hiked up, cock already hard and throbbing. [[Continue|OfficeDateBathroomSex]]

She grabs you the moment you enter, slamming the door shut and bending you over the sink with brutal force, your hands gripping the porcelain as she yanks up your dress and rips down your panties. "Finally, you little tease," she growls, her voice rough with lust as she thrusts her already lubed cock in, the intrusion brutal and deep, stretching you wide with a burning pain that makes you cry out softly. She clamps a hand over your mouth, her body pinning you against the cold sink, her hips slamming forward in relentless, punishing strokes. "Take it, slut—watching you in that dress got me all worked up," she whispers harshly in your ear, her breath hot as she pounds into you, each thrust grinding against your prostate with vicious precision. The mirror reflects your flushed, makeup-smeared face, eyes wide with shock and unwanted pleasure as she fucks you harder, her free hand gripping your hip to pull you back onto her. "Admit it," she hisses, nipping at your ear, her pace brutal, the wet sounds echoing in the tiled room. "You love being treated like this—my feminized whore, dressed up and fucked whenever I want. Cute dates, roguh sex. Say it, Tails—tell me you love it." Tears stream down your face, the pleasure building despite the pain, your cock throbbing beneath you as she hammers away, her whispers relentless. "Come on, slut—admit you love being my girl, love my cock owning you." The pressure coils tight, her brutal thrusts pushing you over the edge "I-I love it!" you whine as you cum hard, shuddering against the sink, your release spilling onto the floor as a muffled sob escapes against her hand. "That's it—cum for your Goddess," she groans, her own pace faltering as she thrusts deeper, her knot swelling suddenly to lock deep inside you, stretching you further as she cums in prolonged, hot spurts that flood you endlessly, her body trembling against yours. "Mmm, yeah. Knotted tight, slut. Stuck on my cock, can't pull away while I fill you up... feels so good, having you trapped like this," she purrs, grinding slowly as her orgasm drags on for what feels like hours, savoring every pulse and the way you squirm helplessly. Finally, the knot deflates enough, and she pulls out with a satisfied sigh, leaving you leaking and spent. She adjusts her dress, smirking in the mirror. before pulling out, leaving you leaking and spent. She adjusts her dress, smirking in the mirror. "Clean up and come back out—our date's not over yet." You nod weakly, the admission echoing in your mind as you fix yourself, the romancing waiting outside like a twisted fairy tale. [[Continue|OfficeDateBackTable]]

As you stumble back to the table from the bathroom, legs still shaky from Amy's brutal claiming, the bistro's ambiance feels like a distant dream—clinking glasses, soft laughter from nearby couples, the scent of espresso lingering in the air. Your dress is rumpled, the fabric clinging awkwardly where her cum leaks slowly from you, a warm, sticky reminder that makes every step a humiliating squirm. Amy's already seated, sipping the last of her wine with a satisfied, post-coital glow, her quills slightly tousled but her red dress pristine as ever. She looks up as you approach, her emerald eyes sparkling with that possessive affection, a smile curling her lips like she's just enjoyed the perfect dessert. "Sit, darling," she says, her voice warm and inviting, patting the chair beside her as if nothing happened, as if she hadn't just railed you senseless over a sink. You lower yourself gingerly, wincing at the ache between your legs, your face flushed under the makeup she's made you wear. The waiter returns with the check, sliding it onto the table with a polite nod. "Everything to your satisfaction, ladies?" Amy beams, pulling out her wallet with a flourish. "Absolutely—it was divine. My date here made it even better," she replies, glancing at you with a wink that makes your stomach flutter despite everything. She slips a card into the folder, paying without a second glance at the total, her hand finding yours under the table again, squeezing gently. "Keep the change," she tells the waiter, who thanks her profusely, his eyes flicking to you one last time with that lingering appreciation, still seeing you as the pretty girl on a romantic outing. As he walks away, Amy turns to you fully, her thumb stroking your knuckles in slow circles, her expression softening into something almost tender. "See? A real date—good food, good wine, and me treating you like the princess you are." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to make your heart skip. "I love spoiling you, Tails. You deserve it... as long as you're mine." The meal wraps up in that haze of faux romance, Amy chatting lightly about nothing—the weather, a funny story from work—her arm around your shoulders as she guides you out of the bistro, waving cheerfully to the waiter on the way. The city streets bustle around you, pedestrians hurrying by, oblivious to the power dynamic thrumming between you. You walk in silence for a block, the dress swishing against your thighs, the ache from the bathroom sex making each step a reminder of her dominance. Finally, as you near the office, you muster the courage to speak, your voice small and tentative. "A-Amy, that was... um, nice, but I should get back to home. I have to make sure Vanilla is ok..." She stops abruptly, her grip on your arm tightening just enough to halt you in your tracks, her smile fading into something sharper, more insistent. "Oh, sweetie," she coos, but there's an edge to it now, her fingers digging in as she turns you to face her. "The date's not over yet. You're coming home with me—I've got more plans for us." You try to pull back, shaking your head. "But Amy, I really need to—" Her expression hardens, her hand moving to your wrist in a vise-like hold, forceful but not quite painful—yet. "I said, you're coming home with me," she repeats, her voice low and commanding, brooking no argument as she hails a cab with her free hand. The yellow vehicle pulls up almost immediately, and she opens the door, pushing you inside with a firm shove that leaves no room for escape. "Get in, Tails. Now." Panic surges through you, but the street's busy, and causing a scene would only make things worse—her threats of firing you, exposing you, echo in your mind. You slide into the back seat, heart hammering, and she follows, slamming the door and giving the driver an address in a posh neighborhood across town. [[Continue|OfficeDateCabRide]]

The ride is tense, Amy's arm draped casually around your shoulders like a loving girlfriend, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm, but her grip is unyielding, keeping you pressed against her side. She chats with the driver about traffic, her tone light and charming, but every time you shift, her hand squeezes—a silent warning. "Relax, darling," she whispers in your ear, her breath warm. "This is part of the date—me taking you home to show you how much I care." The cab weaves through the city, the buildings giving way to upscale suburbs, and soon you're pulling up to a sprawling mansion—her house, apparently, a grand estate with manicured lawns, towering columns, and lights twinkling in the windows like something out of a magazine. It's massive, far beyond what you'd imagined. Amy pays the driver with a generous tip, then hauls you out, her hand firm on your lower back as she guides you up the marble steps. The door unlocks with a key fob, swinging open to reveal a lavish foyer—chandeliers glittering overhead, polished floors stretching into elegant rooms filled with art and plush furniture. "Welcome home, Tails," she says, her voice dripping with possession as she kicks the door shut behind you, the sound echoing like a seal on your fate. You try one last plea, "Amy, please, I should go back—" but she silences you with a finger to your lips, her eyes darkening with lust. "No more talking," she commands, grabbing your wrist again and leading you up a sweeping staircase, her heels clicking authoritatively on the wood. The hallway upstairs is lined with doors, but she pulls you into what must be her bedroom—a vast space with a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens, and a faint scent of her perfume hanging in the air. The door clicks shut, and before you can react, she pushes you down onto the bed face-first, her body following to pin you beneath her weight. "Time to really take care of you," she growls, her hands rough as she hikes up your dress, exposing your ass and the leaking remnants from earlier. [[Continue|OfficeDateBedroomSex]]

She spanks you hard, her palm cracking against your cheek with a resounding smack that echoes in the room, the sting blooming hot and immediate. "God, I love this ass." she whispers, her voice a mix of love and command as she delivers another slap, then another, your skin reddening under her assault. You yelp, squirming beneath her, but she holds you down, her free hand sliding up to wrap around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, stars dancing in your vision. "I love you, Tails—love taking care of my sweet little fox," she murmurs, her hips grinding against you as she frees her cock, thrusting in deep without warning, the brutal stretch making you gasp. Her pace is punishing from the start, slamming into you with forceful strokes that jolt your body forward, her hand choking you tighter in rhythm. Inside, your mind twists in desperation—maybe if you play along, pretend to enjoy it, she'll ease up, be gentler. Swallowing your pride, you start moaning, your voice shaky but forcing the words out. "I-It feels so good, Amy... I love you," you gasp between thrusts, hoping it'll calm her down. But instead, her eyes light up with excited glee, her thrusts growing even more brutal as she interprets it as genuine acceptance, her heart racing at the thought of you finally expressing love on your own. "Oh, Tails—do you really? Say it again, my sweet fox—tell me how much you love me, love this," she coos, baiting you further, her voice dripping with possessive joy as she slows just enough to draw out more confessions. Encouraged by her response, or maybe just trying to survive the onslaught, you continue, "Y-Yes, Amy, I love you so much... it feels amazing," the words tasting like ash but spilling out anyway. She groans in triumph, her excitement peaking—"Then I can stop holding back, darling!"—and she unleashes fully, brutally pounding your prostate with savage precision, the plapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoing loudly in the room, each impact sending shockwaves of overwhelming sensation through you. Tears stream down your face, the mix of pain and forced pleasure pushing you to the edge, and you choke out more affirmations as your body betrays you, cumming hard beneath her, shuddering violently. She groans in triumph, her thrusts faltering as her knot inflates, locking her deep inside you as she cums in thick, ropey spurts, hot floods pumping into you relentlessly while she collapses over you, her hand releasing your throat to stroke your back almost tenderly. "Mmm, knotted and filled—stuck together like this forever, my little fox... this is our life now, you as my pretty housewife, cooking naked every morning, bending over for me whenever I want, bearing my litters of cute little kits," she coos, her body quivering as her extended orgasm drags on, grinding against you to push more ropes deep inside. "B-but Amy, I can't get pregnant—I'm a boy..." you whimper weakly, the words slipping out in a haze of confusion and denial. Her cooing shifts to a slight scold, her voice firm but still laced with affection. "Shh, Don't contradict me, Tails—always listen to your Goddess. If I say you're a girl, then you're my pretty girl. If I say you'll bear my kits, then you will, even if I have to defy biology itself to make it happen. No talking back, my sweet fox— just accept my love." She grinds deeper, savoring the knot as it holds you captive, her voice a mix of praise and correction. "You did so good, saying you love me first. That makes me so happy, Tails, it means your starting to learn..." Finally, after several minutes of pulsing pleasure, the knot subsides, and she whispers, "Good girl... my good little fox," kissing your neck. "See? Obey, and I'll always take care of you." [[Continue|OfficeDateNightSex]]

Amy's grip on you loosens just enough for you to catch your breath, her body still draped over yours like a possessive blanket, her cock softening inside you as she nuzzles into your neck with a contented sigh. The silk sheets are tangled around your legs, the mansion's bedroom dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, but the air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady reminder of her relentless claiming. You lie there, sore and spent, your ass throbbing from the spanks, your throat raw from her chokehold, cum leaking from you in a sticky mess that soaks the sheets. Part of you wants to curl into the twisted comfort of her "love," but the shame burns hotter, your mind reeling from the false admission, the way your body betrayed you again. But Amy isn't done—her energy seems boundless, her obsession a fire that refuses to die. She pulls out with a wet pop, flipping you onto your back before you can protest, her eyes gleaming in the dark as she straddles your chest, her cock already twitching back to life. "More, Tails," she murmurs, her voice husky and demanding, her hands pinning your wrists above your head. "I want more of my sweet fox. You said you love it—prove it." She grinds against your fluff, her hardening length smearing her cum across your chest, marking you further as she leans down to kiss you roughly, her tongue invading your mouth with the same brutal intensity as before. The night blurs into a haze of her relentlessness—she fucks you again, this time on your side, one leg hooked over her shoulder as she thrusts deep and slow, spanking your ass intermittently, her hand around your throat in pulsing squeezes that make stars explode behind your eyelids. "I love you so much, Tails," she whispers between moans, her words a twisted mantra. "I'll take care of you forever—just obey me, be my good girl." You cum again under her assault, your body wrung out like a rag, but she doesn't stop until she's filled you once more, her own release accompanied by a triumphant growl. She shifts positions yet again, pulling you onto her lap to ride her, her hands guiding your hips with forceful insistence, spanking and choking until you're a trembling mess, admitting over and over that you love her treatment, love being hers, each confession dragged from you by the overwhelming pleasure-pain. By the time she finally collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms with a satisfied purr, the sky outside is lightening with dawn. You're utterly spent, every muscle aching, your body marked with bruises from her grips and spanks, cum drying on your fur in sticky patches. Amy nuzzles into your neck, her breath evening out as she drifts off, murmuring one last "Mine" before sleep claims her. In the quiet, with her arms wrapped tightly around you like a cage, she looks so deceptively cute and soft—her pink fur tousled, quills splayed across the pillow, her face relaxed in slumber, a stark contrast to the domineering lover who just broke you apart and pieced you back together under her will. She almost looks innocent, not this obsessive force that's consumed your life. Exhaustion pulls at you, and you slip into a fitful sleep, but morning comes too soon—the sun streaming through the windows, birds chirping in the gardens below. [[Continue|OfficeDateMorning]]

You wake sore and spent, every inch of you protesting as you shift, Amy's arms still gripped around your waist like iron bands, her soft breaths warm against your back. For a moment, you lie there, staring at the opulent room—the vaulted ceilings, the king-sized bed, the distant view of manicured lawns through the floor-to-ceiling windows—and a spark of desperation ignites. Maybe you can sneak out, slip away before she wakes, get back to your own life, even if just for a day. Carefully, you pry at her arm, inching it off your waist with trembling fingers, holding your breath as you slide toward the edge of the bed. Your body aches with every movement—the bruises on your throat, the rawness between your legs—but freedom feels so close. Just as your feet touch the plush carpet, her eyes snap open, her grip snapping back around your waist like a trap springing shut. "Going somewhere, darling~?" she murmurs, her voice sleepy but laced with that commanding edge, pulling you back against her chest with effortless strength. You freeze as her breasts press into you, heart hammering. "A-Amy, I was just—I need to go home, please," you stammer, but she laughs softly, nuzzling into your fur as her hand slides down to fondle your ass possessively, squeezing the sore flesh. "Oh, no, no," she coos, fully awake now, her quills brushing your shoulder as she rolls you onto your back, pinning you beneath her with a knee between your legs. "You're not going anywhere yet. I want breakfast—and you're making it." She kisses your forehead almost tenderly, but her eyes gleam with mischief. "Naked, of course. Clothes are for when I say." You protest weakly, "But Amy, I can't—I need to get dressed," but she silences you with a finger to your lips, her other hand trailing up to fondle the fluff on your chest, tweaking it playfully. "Shh, my pretty fox. Obey, remember? Now up—kitchen's downstairs." She releases you, watching with smug satisfaction as you slide out of bed, your naked body on full display, fur matted with dried cum and bruises blooming like badges of her "love." You're utterly embarrassed, covering yourself futilely with your hands as you pad down the grand staircase, the mansion's cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. The kitchen is a chef's dream—marble counters, state-of-the-art appliances, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pool—but you feel exposed, vulnerable, as Amy follows close behind, her robe loosely tied, eyes raking over you hungrily. [[Continue|OfficeDateBreakfast]]

"Make me eggs and toast—scrambled, with cheese," she orders. She leans against the counter as you fumble for ingredients, your cheeks burning hotter with every bend and reach, your ass and fluff on display. She doesn't keep her distance—her hands are on you constantly, fondling your ass as you crack eggs, squeezing the cheeks with appreciative hums. "Such a cute little butt, Tails—all mine to play with," she murmurs, spanking it lightly, making you jolt and spill a bit of yolk. Her fingers trail up to your chest fluff, kneading it like dough as you stir the eggs, her body pressing against your back. "And this fluff— so soft, almost like little breasts. My perfect girl, cooking naked for her Goddess." You're very embarrassed, face aflame as you try to focus, the heat from the stove nothing compared to the humiliation burning through you, her touches sending conflicting shivers down your spine. She keeps it up through the whole process—pinching your ass while you butter the toast, her hand dipping between your legs to tease your cock briefly, laughing at how it twitches. "Look at you, getting hard from this? Pathetic, but adorable." Breakfast is finally ready, and you plate it with trembling hands, serving her at the island counter. She eats leisurely, feeding you bites from her fork, her free hand never straying far from your fluff or ass, fondling possessively. "Good job, sweetie," she praises between bites. "See? Obey, and I take care of you." Finally, after what feels like an eternity of her relentless touches, she sets down her fork with a sigh. "Alright, Tails—you can go home... this time." She stands, pulling you into a deep, possessive kiss, her hands roaming one last time before releasing you. "But remember, you're mine. Be back at the office tomorrow, dressed pretty. And think about how much you loved this." She lets you gather your scattered clothes from the bedroom, watching with a smirk as you dress hastily, the slutty dress from yesterday feeling even more exposing now. You flee the mansion, hailing a cab home, sore and embarrassed, her words and touches echoing in your mind, wondering if "this time" means she won't let you leave one day. [[Go Home|Bedroom]]

You toss it back at her. "I'm not wearing something that slutty, Amy—no way," you declare, holding your ground. <<if $amyDom < 50>> She catches it and tosses it aside carelessly. "Fine, keep your drab clothes—for today," she concedes grudgingly "no promotion." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=7>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She sternly glares.. "You'll wear it, and you'll like it." [[Continue|Promotion3Comply]] <</if>>

Amy stands before you in her office, holding up a large, veined butt plug with a smug grin, its shape unmistakably phallic and imposing. "Look at this, Tails—it's a perfect mold of my dick, every ridge and curve replicated just for you. Bend over the desk now. Unless you don't want your promotions? I'll slide it right in, and you'll wear it all day long, feeling it stretch and fill you up like a constant reminder of who's in charge." Her voice is laced with commanding lust, her eyes gleaming as she lubes the toy generously, the slick sound echoing in the tense air. [[Accept plug and dress|Promotion4Comply]] [[Refuse the insertion|Promotion4Resist]]

You hesitate, your face flushing with humiliation, but the fear of losing everything pushes you forward. Bending over as instructed, you grip the desk's edge, bracing yourself. Amy positions the plug at your entrance, teasing the tip against you before slowly pushing it in inch by inch. The initial pressure builds to a burning stretch, the fullness overwhelming as it seats itself deep inside, molding to your body in a way that's both painful and inescapably intimate. You gasp, your muscles clenching around the intrusive shape, every movement sending waves of discomfort through you. "There we go, all plugged up like a good little boy," she purrs, patting your ass possessively before stepping back. "Now, put on this outfit—short skirt, tight top, the works. You'll look perfect as my feminine boy-toy, staying pretty and obedient for me all day." Her intent is crystal clear: this isn't just harassment; it's her way of reshaping you into her ideal, soft and submissive. You wince sharply as you straighten up, the plug shifting inside you with every motion, a constant, throbbing presence. "I hate this... I'm a boy, not some girl for you to dress up," you mutter weakly, your voice trembling with a mix of pain and defiance, though it lacks any real conviction. Amy laughs coldly, circling you like a predator as you reluctantly slip into the revealing clothes, the fabric clinging to your body in a way that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable. "Oh, please—real boys don't need plugs stretching them out like needy pussies do. You're made for my cock, Tails, whether you admit it or not. Now stop whining and get used to it; you're mine to play with." Her words hit like a slap, but you're too scared of her to fight back, relenting with a defeated nod as the humiliation settles in, your body adjusting to the unyielding intrusion while she watches with satisfied dominance. <<silently>> <<set $promotionLevel +=1>> <<set $workProgress -= ($promotionLevel * 10)>> <<set $amyDom +=18>> <<set $balance -=8>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=5>> <<set $plugWearUnlocked = true>> <<set $money +=80>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]]

"No way." <<if $amyDom < 70>> Amy backs down angrily. "No promotion." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=8>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy pins you. "Time for brutal lesson." [[Continue|Promotion4Comply]] <</if>>

Amy towers over you in her office, her muscles flexing as she effortlessly lifts you off the ground like a lifeless doll, your feet dangling helplessly in the air. "After all this, you're still asking for a promotion?" Her strong hands grip your waist tightly, positioning you with ease before delivering a sharp, stinging spanking to your ass, the slaps echoing loudly and turning your skin a fiery red. "For your next promotion, Tails, I'll manhandle you whenever I damn well please—starting right now. Bend over the desk," she commands, her voice rough with pent-up anger from the day's frustrations. You feel the humiliation burn through you as she sets you down only to immediately bend you forward over the polished wood, your palms pressing against the surface for support. Another series of slaps rains down on your exposed cheeks, each one harder than the last, the pain radiating outward in hot waves that make you yelp involuntarily. She lifts you again without warning, spinning you around before slamming you back down, her dominance absolute. "You're my bitch now, obedient, a girl made for a life of submission and pleasing me," she growls, her breath hot against your ear, her hands roaming possessively over your body. You squirm weakly in her grasp, the words escaping in a shaky whisper. "But... I'm a boy..." Your protest is feeble, laced with the lingering hatred for this degradation, but your body has long since learned to obey. Amy laughs derisively, her grip tightening as she spanks you once more for emphasis. "Real boys don't submit like ragdolls, Tails. They don't let themselves be tossed around and used. But you? You're perfect for it—my little boy-wife, hating it but too broken to stop." Her words cut deep, reinforcing your obedient state as you go limp in her hold, the internal turmoil churning while your exterior remains compliant, resigned to the ordeal for the sake of the promotion. [[Submit to manhandling|Promotion5Comply]] [[Try to fight back|Promotion5Resist]]

Amy doesn't let up, her spanks coming in rapid succession now, each one leaving your ass throbbing and marked with her handprints, the pain mingling with a forced submission that makes your head spin. She lifts you once more with effortless strength, tossing you onto the desk like a discarded toy, your body sprawling out before she yanks you into position again—bent over, exposed, vulnerable. Her hands grope roughly, squeezing and kneading your sore flesh as she leans in close. "That's it, good slut. Take it all for me. You've earned your promotion... and a nice little bonus on top," she purrs, her tone shifting from anger to satisfied triumph, sealing your fate with a final, possessive pat before stepping back to admire her handiwork. <<silently>> <<set $promotionLevel +=1>> <<set $workProgress -= ($promotionLevel * 10)>> <<set $amyDom +=20>> <<set $balance -=10>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=6>> <<set $manhandleUnlocked = true>> <<set $money +=100>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]]

You struggle. <<if $amyDom < 90>> Amy lets go, furious. "Fine. No final promotion yet." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=10>> <</silently>> [[Back|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy overpowers you. "Scream, whore! You're nothing but my hole!" [[Continue|Promotion5Comply]] <</if>>

You nod submissively, starting the papers. Amy calms, patting your head. "Good, imagine that life—my wife." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=2>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You shake your head. "No, Miss Amy." <<if $amyDom <10>> She backs off, still angry. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=2>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy slaps your face lightly with papers. "Wrong attitude!" Makes you apologize, then comply. [[Continue|DeskTalkComplyL0]] <</if>>

You try to leave the office. <<if $amyDom <20>> She lets you go, fuming. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=3>> <<set $balance +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy blocks the door, spanks you over her knee. "Naughty boy, take your spanking!" Red ass, then forces handjob. [[Continue|DeskHandjobComplyL1]] <</if>>

You bend over, wiggling your ass demeaningly. Amy laughs, anger venting. "That's it, earn your pay, whore." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=3>> <<set $balance -=2>> <<set $money +=10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse the money. <<if $amyDom <20>> She pockets it, annoyed. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=3>> <<set $balance +=2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy forces you to bend anyway. "You should have just given in, slut!" [[Continue|DeskMoneyComplyL1]] <</if>>

You let her grope longer, her hand exploring. Amy enjoys every movement. "Softer each time." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull away. <<if $amyDom <20>> She stops, grumbling. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy pulls you back, spanking twice. "Stay still!". [[Continue|DeskAssGrabComplyL1]] <</if>>

You lick her sweaty feet, tongue moving between toes as directed, sucking each. Taste bitter-salty, Amy sighs in relief. "Good slut, clean them well." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse. <<if $amyDom <30>> She withdraws feet, angry. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy forces your head down, spanking. "Lick or else!" Brutal spanks, then you lick. [[Continue|DeskFeetComplyL2]] <</if>>

You crawl under Amy's desk on all fours, your knees scraping against the rough carpet as you lower yourself submissively, the wad of cash still clutched in your hand like a bitter reward. The space is cramped and dim, filled with the musky scent of her sweaty feet after a long day, her shoes kicked off haphazardly nearby. Heart pounding with humiliation, you press your lips to the top of her foot, kissing softly at first, then more fervently as she shifts her leg expectantly, her toes flexing under your touch. You're starting to internalize the role she's forcing on you—obedient, a feminine boy reduced to this demeaning act for her amusement and your paycheck, hating every second but too entangled in the job's security to stop. Amy looks down at you with a triumphant smirk, her voice dripping with mocking authority as she dangles another stack of bills above your head. "That's it, earn it, whore—keep kissing like the pathetic little whore you are, tongue out, show me how grateful you are for my generosity." She drops the additional cash onto the floor beside you, forcing you to scramble for it while continuing your submissive worship. despite your protests, here you are, on your knees, lips trailing over her arches and between her toes, the salty taste lingering on your tongue as you obey without question, your resistance eroded into quiet, inward loathing. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money +=30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push the cash back. <<if $amyDom <30>> She takes it, frustrated. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy makes you crawl anyway, no money, spanking. [[Continue|DeskMoneyFeetComplyL2]] <</if>>

You wrap your hand around Amy's throbbing cock at your desk, stroking it quickly and rhythmically, the veiny shaft pulsing warmly under your palm as pre-cum slicks your fingers, making the motion smoother despite your inner revulsion. The office around you feels oppressively quiet, the risk of someone walking by heightening the humiliation, but you push through, your grip firm and practiced from unwilling repetition, hating how efficiently you're relieving her before the next meeting. Your heart races with a mix of fear and resentment, your body acting on autopilot, the job's security chaining you to the act. Amy leans back against your desk, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, a smug grin spreading across her face as she watches you work. "See? You're made for this, boy—your hand fits my cock perfectly, like it was designed to stroke me off," she taunts, her voice low and breathy, laced with that familiar demeaning edge. You glance up briefly, your cheeks burning with shame, muttering weakly, "I'm a boy... this isn't right..." She chuckles darkly, thrusting subtly into your hand to match your pace, her cock twitching in response. "Oh, please—real boys don't stroke like pros, Tails. They don't get this good at milking a dick. Face it, you're my little expert slut, whether you admit it or not." Her words sting, reinforcing the twisted dynamic as you continue, the pulsing intensifying until she nears release, your submission sealed in the moment's degrading intimacy. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You resist. <<if $amyDom <30>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Spanking punishment, then handjob. [[Continue|DeskHandjobComplyL2]] <</if>>

You stand up from your desk chair, feeling the weight of Amy's expectant gaze on you, and begin to sway your hips side to side in a deliberate, exaggerated motion, mimicking the feminine walk she's demanded. The movement feels unnatural and deeply humiliating, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you pivot slightly, letting your ass shift with each sway, the fabric of your skirt brushing against your skin in a way that amplifies your self-consciousness. You're acutely aware of how this makes you look—soft, obedient, like the "wife" she keeps insisting you are, despite your male identity, and though hatred simmers inside you, the need to keep the job forces your compliance, your body moving under her command. Amy watches with a predatory grin, her anger from earlier melting into satisfied dominance as she leans against your desk, arms crossed. "That's it—shake it more, bitch. Put some real effort into it. Sway those hips wider; show me how badly you want to please your master." Her voice is sharp and mocking, laced with that cruel amusement, pushing you further into the role as she gestures for you to intensify the motion, her eyes raking over your form appreciatively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You deny. <<if $amyDom <30>> She drops it. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy's eyes narrow. "As if you ever had a choice." [[Continue|DeskTalkComplyL2]] <</if>>

Swallowing hard, you drop to your knees and crawl underneath, the carpet rough against your palms, the confined space closing in around you like a cage. Your heart races, pounding in your ears as you position yourself between her thighs, the hem of her skirt hiked up just enough to reveal her cock, thick and insistent, waiting for you. No sooner have you settled into the humiliating shadows than the door swings open with a confident click. The client strides in—a sharp-dressed hedgehog executive, briefcase in hand, oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath the desk. "Amy, great to see you," he says smoothly, his voice echoing in the room as he takes a seat across from her. Amy straightens up seamlessly, her professional facade snapping into place like a well-oiled machine. She leans forward, elbows on the desk, flashing a winning smile. "Absolutely, Mr. Thorn. Let's dive right into the quarterly projections—I've got some exciting numbers to share," she replies, her tone confident and poised, as if nothing in the world could rattle her. They launch into business talk, graphs and figures flying back and forth, her voice steady and engaging, betraying none of the wicked game playing out below. Your face is inches from her now, the heat radiating off her making your breath hitch. Thoroughly embarrassed, your hands tremble as you lean in, parting your lips to take her lightly into your mouth, sucking tentatively at first, the salty taste overwhelming your senses. You choke softly on her dick, the girth stretching your jaws as you try to keep quiet. The client's droning voice about market trends muffles your gasps. Amy doesn't miss a beat above, nodding along to his points, but her hand snakes down discreetly, fingers tangling in your fur at the back of your head. With a firm grip, she forces you down deeper, her hips thrusting subtly forward in time with the conversation, each push making you take more of her. You gag underneath, the sound a wet, suppressed gurgle that vibrates against her, tears welling in your eyes from the strain and the sheer mortification of it all—sucking her off like this, hidden like a dirty secret while she negotiates deals. "Good boy," she murmurs under her breath. Her words drip with that possessive praise that sends a conflicting shiver through you. You're disgusted—utterly repulsed by the degradation, the way she's using you as her personal toy in the middle of a meeting, reducing the genius inventor to this pathetic state. But even as revulsion churns in your gut, your body betrays you; your own penis twitches upward, hardening against your will in the confines of your clothes, a traitorous spark of arousal igniting from the humiliation, the control, the forbidden thrill of it all. Amy's foot brushes teasingly against your penis as if to acknowledge your unwilling excitement, all while she seals the deal with the client above, her voice never wavering. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You ignore her. <<if $amyDom <40>> She dosen't come out of her office. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She stomps out of her office and over to your desk. Her face twists in anger. "Bitch, did I stutter?". She drags you by the hair into her office. [[Continue|DeskBJComplyL3]] <</if>>

Your stomach twists in revulsion, the familiar dread rising as you stare at her hand s, knowing exactly what's at stake: your job, your stability, all dangling by her whim. Part of you wants to refuse, to snap back and walk out, consequences be damned—but the fear grips tighter, visions of unemployment and ruin flashing through your mind. Hesitantly, you slide off the chair to your knees, your twin tails curling in submission as you lean forward, tongue extending tentatively to lap at her sole. The taste is salty, gritty, utterly demeaning, but you force yourself to comply, hoping it'll end quicker if you do it right. "Lick harder, slut," she snaps, her foot pressing against your muzzle to guide you, toes flexing to spread for better access. "Clean every inch—don't miss a spot, or I'll make sure you regret it." Her directions are precise, pointing with her finger to the arch, the heel, demanding more pressure as she watches you degrade yourself, her free hand idly stroking her cock while you decide in that moment to keep going, your obedience winning out over the hatred bubbling inside. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=3>> <<set $money += 30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

Refuse. <<if $amyDom <40>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> "Why do I have to keep telling you. You exist for me. Get down there." [[Continue|DeskFeetComplyL3]] <</if>>

You strip, stand naked in corner. Amy works, glancing. "You make all this tolerable, whore." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money +=30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

Refuse. <<if $amyDom <40>> She drops it. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She sorces you to strip. [[Continue|DeskMoneyNakedComplyL3]] <</if>>

Reluctantly, you comply, your hand wrapping around her warm, veiny length, pumping slowly at first. The threat echoes in your mind—she's your boss, and one pink slip from her could shatter everything. You hate it, the way her cock twitches in your grasp, pre-cum slicking your fur as you pick up the pace, but you keep going, fearing unemployment more than this fresh layer of degradation. Amy moans lowly, thrusting into your hand with cruel delight, her words slicing like knives. " That's right, you pathetic little fox—jerk me off like the worthless toy you are. You're nothing without this job, and look at you, reduced to my personal cum rag." She laughs harshly, her free hand ruffling your fur mockingly as you stroke faster, her cock swelling under your forced attention. "Bet you secretly love it, don't you? Pleasing a real woman like me while your tiny dick stays limp and useless. Keep going, bitch—make me cum, or I'll fire your ass and tell everyone what a desperate whore you really are." Your cheeks burn with humiliation, resentment boiling inside, but you obey, hand moving rhythmically, enduring her taunts just to cling to your fragile security. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money += 50>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You scoff and walk out of the room. <<if $amyDom <40>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Amy narrows her eyes. "It may have seemed like I was asking. I wasn't." [[Continue|DeskHandjobComplyL3]] <</if>>

Your tails curl in dread, but you stay put, doll-like in your obedience, the threat of her firing you chaining you in place—she's your boss, and one snap of her fingers could leave you jobless and desperate. She squirts lube onto the plug roughly, smearing it with her hand before grabbing your hips and forcing you to bend over the desk again. The cold tip presses against your ass, and she shoves it in without mercy, stretching you painfully wide, the burn making your eyes water as it fills you completely. "Feel that? That's a reminder of me inside you, bitch," she sneers, twisting it slightly for emphasis, her free hand slapping your cheek lightly in degradation. "Every time you sit, you'll think of how I own this tight little hole— you're just my stretched-out toy, aren't you? Useless without something filling you up." You wince sharply, hating the intrusive fullness that makes your body clench involuntarily, but you remain still, obeying like a doll despite the resentment churning inside, fearing the consequences of any resistance. "It hurts..." you whimper softly, your voice breaking, but she just laughs, patting the base of the plug as if sealing your fate. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

Your cheeks ignite with a flush that spreads down your neck, heart hammering as humiliation crashes over you in waves. This is escalating, pushing boundaries you didn't even know existed, but Amy's gaze brooks no refusal; it's that obsessive gleam that says she'll make it worse if you resist. Swallowing hard, you glance around—thankfully, the cubicle walls offer a sliver of privacy—but she's blocking the only exit, watching you like a hawk. With trembling hands, you stand and begin undressing right there in front of her, peeling off your shirt and skirt under her scrutinizing eyes. The cool office air raises goosebumps on your fur as you expose yourself, vulnerability peaking when you're fully bare for a moment, her smirk widening at your evident discomfort. Quickly, you rummage through the bag and slip into the outfit: the dress hugs your slender frame too tightly, the hem barely grazing mid-thigh, accentuating your hips in a way that feels utterly exposing. The heels wobble on your feet as you strap them on, forcing an awkward posture that sways your tails unnaturally, and the accessories jingle softly as you clip them in place. Dressed now, you look like a caricature of femininity—cute, but unmistakably out of place. Amy steps back, admiring her handiwork with a possessive nod. "Perfect. Now strut, slut. Make it sexy—shake those hips for the boys." Shame burns through you like acid, but you obey, stepping out of the cubicle on unsteady heels, each click-clack echoing like a announcement of your degradation. You parade around the office shamefully, weaving through the aisles with exaggerated sways, the dress riding up with every step, your tails swishing behind you like reluctant flags. Heads turn immediately—the other workers stare, wide-eyed and murmuring, their gazes lingering on your form. They think some new intern or visitor perhaps, with your soft features and the outfit's illusion; whispers of "Who's that?" and appreciative hums follow you, amplifying the mortification until tears prick at your eyes. Your face is a furnace, every stare a pinprick of exposure. As you round a corner near the water cooler, a towering figure steps into your path—a bull man with broad shoulders, rippling muscles under his button-down shirt, and curved horns that add an air of primal dominance. His fur is a deep brown, eyes sharp and appraising as he looks you up and down, a confident smile spreading across his muzzle. He blocks your way just enough to command attention, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. "Hey there, beautiful," he says, leaning in slightly, his tone firm but polite. "Haven't seen you around here before. Name's Brock—I'm in accounting. You've got a spark that lights up this dull place. How about I take you out tonight? Dinner, maybe a walk—my treat. I promise it'll be a night to remember." His eyes hold yours steadily, that dominant edge suggesting he'd lead the evening with confidence, but he waits for your response, not pushing further. Your heart skips, a secret flutter blooming in your chest despite the absurdity, the way he sees you as desirable, even in this humiliating getup. But reality crashes back; this isn't you, not really. "N-no, thank you," you stammer, voice higher-pitched from nerves, declining as politely as you can while stepping back, the heels making you teeter. "I'm... not interested right now." He nods graciously with a "Fair enough, but the offer stands," before moving on, leaving you standing there, pulse racing. Internally, you berate yourself fiercely as you continue your shameful strut back toward Amy's watchful eyes. //What the hell? What am I doing, being flattered by that? A bull hitting on me because he thinks I'm a girl? I'm supposed to be a genius mechanic, not some... some attention-starved toy.// The self-scolding echoes in your mind, guilt twisting with that unwelcome warmth, making the degradation sting even deeper as you wonder just how far Amy's games have rewired you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 60>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You crawl under Amy's desk as the client settles into the chair across from her, the confined space forcing you close to her parted legs where her hard cock waits, already throbbing with anticipation. Heart pounding, you take it into your mouth, lips stretching around the thick girth as you begin to suck, your tongue swirling along the underside while she casually discusses business above, her voice steady despite the subtle shifts of her hips pushing deeper into your throat. The intrusion makes you choke softly, gagging sounds escaping despite your efforts to suppress them, saliva dripping down your chin as you bob your head rhythmically, the musky taste overwhelming your senses in this hidden degradation, your cheeks burning with shame at the risk of discovery. The client pauses mid-sentence, tilting his head curiously. "What's that noise? Sounds like something's... gurgling." Amy chuckles lightly, not missing a beat as she thrusts a bit harder into your mouth for emphasis, causing another muffled gag. "Oh, just the old pipes acting up again—office plumbing's a nightmare. Don't worry about it; let's focus on the deal." Her excuse hangs in the air, smooth and dismissive, while you continue your forced service below, choking quietly on her length, the ordeal blending humiliation and obedience in the shadows of her desk. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You try to walk away. <<if $amyDom <60>> Success. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> "You just don't listen, do you?" She grabs you by the back of your neck and shoves you under the desk. [[Continue|DeskBJComplyL4]] <</if>>

You obey, dropping to your knees before her, hating the familiar degradation but too afraid of losing your job to hesitate—the pink slip dangles like a noose in your mind. She points to her right foot first, her voice turning instructional and demeaning. "Tongue out, lick the arch slowly—start from the heel and work your way up, slut. Make it thorough, or I'll find someone who can do it right and send you packing." Your stomach churns with resentment, but you lean forward, tongue extending obediently to press against the warm, slightly salty skin of her heel. You lick upward along the arch in slow, deliberate strokes, feeling the curve of her foot under your tongue, the faint grit from the day's wear mixing with her natural musk. She watches intently, her free foot tapping your shoulder to guide you. "Slower, bitch—savor it like the foot-worshipping toy you are. Now the toes—suck each one clean, swirl your tongue between them." You comply, taking her big toe into your mouth, sucking gently while your tongue flicks the underside, then moving to the next, the taste intensifying as you delve between them, cleaning every crease with humiliating precision. Her moans are soft, approving, her hand idly adjusting her skirt as arousal builds, but you keep going, enduring the ache in your jaw and the burn of shame, fearing what she'd do if you stopped. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull back sharply, refusing to continue the degrading act, your voice firm despite the tremor of fear as you mutter, "No, I won't do that," the words hanging in the air amid the tense standoff at your desk. <<if $amyDom <60>> Your resistance holds, and Amy backs off with a frustrated huff, her eyes narrowing but ultimately conceding for now, the moment passing without further escalation. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She doesn't tolerate the refusal, her anger flaring as she grabs your head roughly and forces your face back to her foot. "You think you can say no? Lick it now, or I'll make you wish you had," she snaps. [[Continue|DeskFeetComplyL4]] <</if>>

Your tails lash in protest, but you don't fight back, hating the routine but too used to it, the threat of her firing you keeping you pliant like always. She yanks your hair roughly, pulling your head back to arch your spine, exposing you completely as she hikes up your short skirt and tugs the thong aside. Her thick cock presses against your entrance, still stretched from earlier torments, and she thrusts in brutally, pounding your ass with relentless force, each slam jarring your body against the desk's edge. "Take it, work-wives like you are just holes," she snarls, her free hand gripping your hip for leverage, nails digging into your fur as she sets a punishing rhythm. Pain flares with every deep plunge, your body clenching involuntarily around her, but you're accustomed to the degradation now, enduring it with gritted teeth even as resentment simmers beneath the surface—you fear losing your job more than this fleeting agony. "P-please, slower!" you gasp out, your voice trembling, hand s scrabbling at the desk for purchase. Amy laughs cruelly, tugging your hair harder to elicit another cry. "God, I love it when you scream. You've got an ass that grips like a pussy," she taunts, speeding up instead, her cock throbbing inside you as she vents her frustrations, leaving you breathless and broken, hating every invasive second. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <<set $money += 70>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You twist and struggle against Amy's iron grip, pushing back with what strength you have, your muscles straining as you try to break free from her hold, grunting with effort in the chaotic tussle at your desk. <<if $amyDom <80>> Your efforts pay off, and she releases you with a surprised grunt, stepping back as the resistance catches her off guard, allowing you to regain your composure without further incident. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> She overpowers you easily, her anger boiling over into a brutal fuck as she bends you over forcefully. "You dare struggle? I'll pound that ass until you learn!" she snarls, thrusting roughly with demeaning taunts like "Take it, you weak slut— this is what you get for resisting," the punishment intense before she resumes the manhandling. [[Continue|DeskManhandleComplyL5]] <</if>>

You grit your teeth and accept the larger plug as Amy works it in, the increased size creating a fuller, more intense stretch that borders on overwhelming, the pressure building steadily until it's fully seated, leaving you with a constant, throbbing fullness that shifts with every breath and movement throughout the day. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You shake your head and pull away, resisting the insertion with a firm "No," your body tensing against her advance in a bid to maintain some control. <<if $amyDom <80>> She relents with a sigh, the plug set aside as your refusal stands, granting you a momentary victory in the power struggle. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Her response is swift and punishing—a rough fuck that leaves you breathless, her cock slamming in with forceful thrusts as she hisses, "Resist me? Fine, take this instead," the demeaning act serving as discipline before she proceeds with the plug anyway. [[Continue|DeskPlugComplyL5]] <</if>>

Resentment boils inside you, your hand s clenching as you eye the outfit—a strong urge to resist bubbles up, to throw it back and dare her to fire you—but the fear grips tighter, visions of joblessness and exposure making you falter. She's your boss, holding your livelihood hostage; with a defeated sigh, you start changing, slipping into the revealing clothes that expose your fur and curves, then bend over as she directs, her hard spanks landing on your ass with stinging force, each one demeaning you further while you endure it obediently, hating it all but complying to please her enough to stay employed. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money +=50>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse to put on the outfit, crossing your arms defiantly and stating, "I'm not wearing that," holding your ground against her demand. <<if $amyDom <80>> She backs down, frustrated but accepting your resistance for the moment, the clothes left untouched as you avoid the humiliation. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Punishment follows immediately— a harsh spanking or worse, her hands forcing compliance as she snarls, "You'll wear it after this," the discipline breaking your resolve before you end up dressed anyway. [[Continue|DeskDressComplyL5]] <</if>>

Your stomach twists in disgust, a flicker of refusal crossing your mind—wanting to slap the money away and walk out, consequences be damned—but the added cash taunts you, and the ever-present threat of her firing you looms large, chaining you in place. Hesitantly, you slide to your knees, mouth opening to take her in, sucking obediently with rhythmic bobs, the taste invading your senses as she moans above, your resentment simmering but overpowered by the fear of punishment, enduring it to secure your fragile position. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom +=1>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $money +=50>> <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push the money away and refuse, shaking your head firmly with a "No, not for any amount," standing your ground against the offer. <<if $amyDom <80>> She accepts the refusal with a shrug, pocketing the cash as your resistance holds without repercussion. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -=1>> <<set $balance +=1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> The punishment is forceful, her cock thrusting deeply as she growls, "Fine, take it for free then,". [[Continue|DeskMoneyBJComplyL5]] <</if>>

You stand there motionless, allowing Amy's hands to continue kneading your ass deeply, her fingers pressing into the soft fur with increasing intensity as she lets out a relieved sigh, the tension from her frustrating day visibly easing from her shoulders. "That's it, good boy, Tails—this perky ass of yours is exactly what I need to unwind after dealing with those incompetent sales fools," she murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction. The humiliation burns through you like fire, your cheeks flushing under your fur as you endure the invasive touch, knowing that protesting might cost you this desperately needed job in the dimly lit office where the only sounds are her soft groans and the distant hum of the air conditioner. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You quickly step back, breaking free from her grasp with a firm twist of your body. "Please stop, Amy—that's not appropriate, and I won't stand for it," you assert, your voice steady despite the knot of anxiety in your stomach from challenging your boss so directly. <<if $amyDom < 30>> Success. She releases her hold completely, grumbling under her breath in clear frustration as she crosses her arms. "Fine, for now. But don't push your luck, Tails—remember who's in charge here," she warns, her pink hair falling over her narrowed eyes, though she doesn't pursue further, allowing you a momentary reprieve in the tense office atmosphere. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She lunges forward and pulls you back even harder, her grip unyielding. "Oh no, you don't get to decide that, fox boy—now stay still and let me calm down properly," she snarls, resuming her kneading with renewed vigor. [[Continue|OfficeAssGrabComplyL0]] <</if>>

You lower your head submissively, ears folding back as you listen without interruption, her demeaning words washing over you like a cold wave, each one deepening the pit of shame in your gut while you stand there in the office, surrounded by stacks of untouched paperwork. "Look at you, trembling like a pathetic little puppy, too weak to even stand up for yourself. You're nothing but a spineless toy, aren't you? The kind of boy who belongs on his knees, begging for approval from a real woman like me. If you keep disappointing me, I'll make sure everyone knows what a worthless, sniveling failure you are—maybe I'll even dress you up in a frilly apron and parade you around the office as my personal sissy maid." "Yes, ma'am," you murmur softly, your twin tails twitching nervously behind you as you avoid meeting her predatory gaze. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You interrupt her firmly, cutting through her harassing monologue with a raised hand. "That's not funny at all, Amy—can we please stick to talking about actual work matters instead of this uncomfortable nonsense?" you say, trying to steer the conversation back to professional grounds despite the underlying fear of repercussions. <<if $amyDom < 35>> Success. She pauses, backing off slightly with a look of mild surprise crossing her face. "Alright, touchy today, aren't we? Fine, let's get back to the reports then," she concedes, though her tone carries a hint of lingering annoyance as she turns away. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She bursts into laughter and continues her taunts undeterred. "Oh, you'll learn to love it soon enough, Tails—now where was I? Ah yes, you'd make such a perfect little housewife." [[Continue|OfficeHarassComplyL0]] <</if>>

You obediently lower yourself onto her lap as instructed, feeling the insistent press of her bulge against your backside through her skirt as she wraps her arms around you possessively, her body heat enveloping you while she resumes typing on her computer, the office chair creaking slightly under the combined weight. The intimacy of the position makes your skin crawl, but you remain still, enduring it to keep your job secure. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You politely decline and take a step back to maintain distance. "I'd rather not sit there, Amy—let's keep things professional," you state calmly, hoping to defuse the situation without escalating tensions in the already stressful office environment. <<if $amyDom < 40>> Success. She frowns but doesn't press the issue, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. "Suit yourself, Tails, but you're missing out on some quality bonding time," she remarks sarcastically, allowing you to return to your desk. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She reaches out and pulls you down onto her lap anyway, her strength surprising you. "Too bad, because I insist—now sit still while I work." [[Continue|OfficeTalkComplyL0]] <</if>>

You reluctantly wrap your hand around her throbbing cock as demanded, stroking it slowly at first before gradually increasing the pace, her moans filling the quiet office as she leans back in ecstasy, finally climaxing with hot spurts landing on your palm. "That's my good slut—see how easy it is to please your boss?" she praises with a mocking grin, wiping herself clean while you fight the wave of disgust washing over you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You firmly pull your hand away from her bulge, shaking your head in refusal. "No, Amy, I won't do that—it's crossing too many lines," you declare, your heart pounding from the boldness of standing up to her in the confined space of her office. <<if $amyDom < 50>> Success. She huffs in frustration, zipping up her skirt with a scowl. "You'll regret turning me down like that, Tails—but fine, get back to work for now," she mutters, dismissing you with a wave. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She grabs your wrist and forces your hand back onto her cock. "Oh, you will do it, and you'll do it right—start stroking, slut." [[Continue|OfficeHandjobComplyL1]] <</if>>

You lean forward hesitantly and press your lips against the outline of her bulge through the fabric of her skirt, feeling it twitch in response as the scattered bills lie forgotten on your lap, the twisted transaction humiliating you further in the quiet office. She laughs triumphantly, pocketing the money back as if it was never yours. "How pathetic, but at least you're learning your place—good pet." <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse outright, shoving the money off your lap and standing up. "I'm not kissing anything for cash, Amy—that's not part of my job," you retort, your voice firm despite the fear of her reaction in the enclosed space. <<if $amyDom < 55>> Success. She pockets the bills with an annoyed expression, her smugness fading. "Your loss, Tails—could've been easy money, but suit yourself," she says, turning away dismissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She presses your face firmly into her bulge anyway. "Yes, you are—now pucker up and earn it." [[Continue|OfficeMoneyComplyL1]] <</if>>

You remain still, allowing her hands to roam freely over your ass, squeezing and kneading as she grinds her hardening cock against your thigh through her skirt, her breath hot on your neck in the dimly lit office. "That's right, this perky ass is my property to grab whenever I want—feels so good after a rough day," she chuckles lowly, prolonging the degrading contact. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You twist your body away sharply, breaking her hold on your ass. "Stop touching me like that, Amy—it's unwanted and unprofessional!" you exclaim, stepping back to create space between you. <<if $amyDom < 60>> Success. She lets go with a scowl, crossing her arms in irritation. "Fine, you little brat— but don't think this changes anything," she snaps, though she doesn't attempt to grab you again. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 9>> <<set $balance += 9>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She pins you against the desk with her body. "No escaping from me, slut—now let me enjoy this ass properly." [[Continue|OfficeAssGrabComplyL1]] <</if>>

With a shaky breath, you press your tongue flat against the heel of her left foot, the taste hitting you immediately—salty, tangy, and overwhelmingly intense, the sweat coating your palate as you drag your tongue upward in a slow, deliberate stroke. The texture is slick yet gritty, tiny specks of office dust clinging to her skin, making each lick a fresh assault on your dignity. You fight the urge to gag, tears pricking your eyes as you reach her toes, curling your tongue around each one as ordered, sucking them clean with reluctant care. The flavor is unrelenting, filling your mouth as her toes flex in response, a soft moan escaping her lips that contrasts sharply with her furious expression. "That’s it, you pathetic little fox," she sneers, her voice dripping with disdain as she watches you work, her other foot tapping impatiently on the desk. "Look at you, licking my sweaty feet like the worthless dog you are. Did you think you could just wander in here without consequences? This is what you get—tongue-deep in my filth, proving you’re nothing without my orders." Her words cut deep, each one a barb that sinks into your pride, the humiliation amplified by the fact that you walked into this trap of your own accord. You move to her right foot now, repeating the process—heel to toes, sucking each digit clean—your jaw aching, your face flushed with shame as the taste and scent consume you. Amy leans forward slightly, her quills swaying as she props an elbow on the desk, resting her chin in her hand to better savor your degradation. "You’re so good at this, Tails—maybe this is your real talent, not those silly gadgets," she taunts, her anger softening into that obsessive smugness that makes your skin crawl. "Keep going, suck harder. Show me how much you love serving me, or I’ll make sure everyone in this office knows what a spineless slut you are." Her foot presses harder against your mouth, forcing a toe deeper, making you choke slightly as you struggle to keep up, the musky sweat coating your throat with every swallow. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of licking and sucking, she pulls her feet back, wiping them casually on your shirt as she lowers them to the floor. She stands, towering over you as you kneel there, face slick and flushed, the taste of her sweat lingering like a brand. "Good enough, for now," she says, her voice cold but satisfied, that angry edge dulled by your compliance. "Get back to your desk and finish my work, fox. Don’t make me call you in again." She strides out, leaving the door ajar, the faint sounds of the office filtering back in as you scramble to your feet, heart pounding, torn between shame and that conflicting spark of twisted relief at having pleased her. The bitter aftertaste clings to your tongue, a humiliating reminder of her control as you return to your desk, trying to bury yourself in work while grappling with what you’ve become. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You pull back firmly, refusing to lower yourself to her level. "I'm not licking your feet, Amy—no matter how angry you are, that's not happening," you state, standing your ground despite the threat looming over your employment. <<if $amyDom < 70>> Success. She lowers her feet with a frustrated huff, her pink hair tossing as she shakes her head. "You'll learn eventually, Tails—but fine, get out of my sight for now," she dismisses you irritably. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 10>> <<set $balance += 10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She grabs the back of your head and forces it down to her foot. "Yes, you are—now start licking, or you're fired." [[Continue|OfficeFeetComplyL2]] <</if>>

You freeze, the wad of cash heavy in your lap, your mind reeling at the audacity of her demand—here, in her office, where anyone could walk by and catch a glimpse through the half-open blinds. The degradation stings, your genius pride screaming at being reduced to this, but the fear of her wrath and the strange, conflicting heat her control stirs in you propel you forward. You sink into the chair, your tails curling nervously as you kick off your shoes, the cold office air prickling your bare feet. Hesitantly, you lift one foot, then the other, pressing them against her cock as ordered, the warm, pulsing flesh foreign and overwhelming against your soles. You start to move, rubbing slowly, the texture of her veins and the slickness of her pre-cum making your toes curl involuntarily, each stroke a humiliating act of submission. Amy leans back slightly, her hands braced on the desk, moaning softly as your feet work her length, her eyes locked on you with smug satisfaction. "That’s it, you pathetic little foot-slut," she taunts, her voice dripping with demeaning pleasure. "Massage my cock like the worthless toy you are. Look at you, Tails—the great inventor, using those cute little feet to jerk me off for cash. Bet you’re getting hard just from this, aren’t you?" Her words cut deep, and to your horror, she’s right—your own cock twitches traitorously in your skirt, hardening against your will as the degradation and her dominance coil together in a confusing rush. You keep moving, your feet sliding up and down her thick length, toes curling around the head to elicit sharper moans from her, the slickness making each motion smoother but no less humiliating. She cums suddenly, a low groan escaping as her release spills hot and thick across your feet, coating your soles in sticky warmth. You flinch, disgusted by the sensation, the musky scent hitting you hard, but you can’t pull away—she grabs one of your feet before you can retreat, her grip firm and possessive. With a wicked smirk, she lifts your foot to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her own cum off your toes, lapping slowly and deliberately as she locks eyes with you. The sight is revolting—her tongue swirling over your cum-slicked fur, cleaning each digit with obsessive care—yet your cock throbs harder, rock-solid in your panties, the conflicting sensations of disgust and arousal warring in your mind. "Mmm, tastes better off you," she murmurs between licks, her voice mocking and smug. "Look at that blush, Tails—you’re loving this, aren’t you? My dirty little fox, hard as a rock just from watching me clean up my mess." Your face burns, shame flooding you as you watch her tongue work, the wet sounds amplifying your humiliation. You want to look away, to deny the heat pooling in your core, but her gaze holds you captive, her quills swaying as she savors both her release and your degradation. Finally, she releases your foot, letting it drop back to the floor, the cum-slicked fur leaving a faint smear on the tiles. She stands, adjusting her skirt with a casual flick, as if this were just another day at the office. "Good job, slut," she purrs, tossing the wad of cash back into your lap with a dismissive gesture. "Keep that—earned it with those pretty feet. Now get back to work." She saunters out, leaving the door slightly ajar, the faint office noises creeping back in as you sit there, cum-stained and rock-hard, grappling with the shame of your arousal and the lingering taste of her control. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You kick the money away from your lap, refusing to comply. "No, Amy, I'm not massaging anything with my feet—not for cash or anything else," you assert, pulling your legs back protectively. <<if $amyDom < 75>> Success. She zips up her skirt with an angry glare, gathering the bills. "Ungrateful little fox—your loss, but don't think this is over," she warns, dismissing you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She seizes your ankles and guides your feet to her cock. "Oh, you'll do it alright." [[Continue|OfficeMoneyComplyL2]] <</if>>

But the fear of her "or else"—a vague, terrifying promise of worse—propels you forward. You press your muzzle deeper, inhaling deeply as ordered, the air thick with her pungent aroma, a heady mix of sweat, musk, and raw intimacy that floods your nostrils and makes your head spin. The scent is intense, almost suffocating, coating your senses as you take loud, deliberate sniffs, each one a humiliating surrender that echoes softly in the quiet room. Your face burns, tears pricking your eyes as you bury your nose further, nuzzling against her balls and the base of her cock, the warmth of her skin pressing against your muzzle. Amy moans softly, a smug chuckle escaping as she tightens her grip, guiding your head to ensure you’re fully enveloped in her scent. "That’s it, you worthless little fox," she taunts, her voice dripping with demeaning pleasure. "Sniff harder, slave—get that nose right in there. Look at you, the great Tails, reduced to sniffing my crotch like a desperate dog. You’re nothing without me, just a pathetic toy who lives for my smell." Her words cut deep, each one a barb that sinks into your pride, amplifying the shame as you comply, your sniffs growing louder, more desperate, the musky heat filling your lungs with every breath. Her cock twitches slightly against your cheek, aroused by your humiliation, and she grinds subtly, smearing her scent across your face like a mark of ownership. "Keep going, bitch," she orders, her free hand resting on her hip as she watches you with obsessive delight, her quills swaying slightly as she tilts her head to savor the sight. "I want to hear those sniffs from across the room. Show me how much you love being my slave, how you crave this degradation. Bet you’re getting hard just from my smell, aren’t you?" To your horror, she’s not entirely wrong—a traitorous twitch stirs in your pants, your body betraying you despite the disgust roiling in your gut, the conflict making your cheeks burn hotter. You keep sniffing, each inhale a deeper surrender, the musky aroma embedding itself in your senses, your tails limp behind you as you kneel there, utterly at her mercy. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of inhaling her scent, your face slick with sweat and her musk, she releases your head with a satisfied hum, stepping back to tug her panties back up and smooth her skirt. "Good boy," she purrs, her tone shifting to that faux-affectionate condescension that twists the knife deeper. "Now take those reports and get out—don’t make me call you back for more." She saunters back to her chair, resuming her work as if nothing happened, leaving you kneeling on the floor, gasping, your muzzle coated in her scent, heart pounding with a storm of shame, disgust, and that conflicting spark of arousal you can’t shake. You gather the reports and stumble out, the musky aftertaste lingering like a brand, your mind reeling as you try to return to the normalcy of the office beyond. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You turn your head away sharply, resisting her pull. "That's absolutely gross, Amy—I won't sniff anything like that," you protest, trying to step back from her grasp. <<if $amyDom < 80>> Success. She pulls up her panties with an annoyed tsk, releasing you. "Party pooper— but you'll come around eventually," she says, waving you off. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She smothers your face into her crotch forcefully. "Sniff it now, slut." [[Continue|OfficeSniffComplyL2]] <</if>>

Her words slice through you like a blade, humiliation flooding your cheeks in a burning rush, your face hot under your fur as you freeze, clutching the report like a lifeline. The way she twists everything—your skills, your identity—into something degrading makes you want to snap back, to shove her away and reclaim some shred of dignity. But the fear of her firing you, of losing this job and being left jobless, exposed, and vulnerable, keeps your mouth shut, your protest dying in your throat. She steps even closer, her body brushing against yours, her hand sliding lower to grip your ass briefly, a possessive squeeze that makes you flinch. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” she taunts, circling you now like a predator, her quills swaying with each step. “No clever comeback? No heroic bravado? Just a scared little fox, trembling for me. You walked in here thinking you could handle me, didn’t you? But you’re already mine—my perfect, broken toy, ready to bend over whenever I say.” You try to focus on the report in your hands, stammering out something about needing her approval, but she cuts you off with a sharp laugh, snatching the papers and tossing them onto her desk without a glance. “Oh, please, Tails—those reports are just busywork to keep you busy while I play with you,” she says, her voice dripping with contempt. “You think I care about spreadsheets when I’ve got you right here, all flustered and ready to do whatever I want? Bet you’re imagining it already—me bending you over this desk, filling you up until you’re begging. Or maybe you’re picturing yourself on your knees, choking on my cock like the good little slut you are.” Her fingers trail up your arm now, teasingly light, a contrast to the venom in her words, and you feel that traitorous heat stirring in your core, your cock twitching despite the shame flooding your system. She leans in again, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, “You know why I love this? Because every time you blush, every time you squirm, it proves you’re mine. You can pretend to be the big hero out there, but in here, you’re just my pathetic fox, hard and desperate for whatever I give you.” Her hand slides down your chest, pausing just above your waist, teasing but not touching, amplifying your humiliation as you realize how much your body is responding to her words. You want to hate her, to push her away, but the fear and the twisted rush of her control keep you rooted, your tails curling tightly in distress. Finally, she steps back, her smirk widening as she takes in your flushed, frozen form. “Get out,” she says abruptly, her tone shifting to cold dismissal as she waves you toward the door. “Go finish my work, slut. And don’t think this little visit means you’re off the hook—I’ll call you back when I’m ready for more.” She turns back to her desk, picking up her papers as if nothing happened, leaving you to stumble out of her office, heart pounding, face burning with shame and conflicting arousal. You return to your desk, the spreadsheets blurring before your eyes as her words echo in your mind, the weight of her dominance lingering like a chain you can’t shake. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 20>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push back against her words, straightening up in your chair. "Stop talking to me like that, Amy—it's harassing and I won't tolerate it," you retort, meeting her gaze defiantly despite the power imbalance. <<if $amyDom < 85>> Success. She quiets down, a surprised look flashing across her face before she composes herself. "Touchy, aren't you? Fine, back to work then," she concedes, stepping away. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She leans in closer, escalating her taunts. "Oh really? Let's see how long that attitude lasts." [[Continue|OfficeTalkComplyL2]] <</if>>

Amy pulls up her skirt on the spot. "Get that shirt off. I wanna look at you." You kneel in front of the desk, pulling off your button up. The musky heat radiates off her skin as she dangles her cock inches from your face, a silent command. "Stay put and keep quiet," she murmurs, her hand reaching down to pat your head condescendingly, fingers tangling briefly in your fur. "When the client arrives, you're going to keep worshiping me like the pathetic toy you are. One wrong noise, and everyone in this office learns what a desperate slut you really are." Your face burns with shame, your tails curling tightly against the cramped floor as you kneel there, trapped in this degrading limbo, the genius inventor reduced to hiding under a desk like a shameful secret. Her hand snakes down, gripping the back of your head firmly and guiding your muzzle toward her cock. "Open up," she whispers under her breath, as she thrusts forward without warning, shoving her thick length past your lips and deep into your mouth. You choke instantly, the girth stretching your jaws wide, the salty taste flooding your senses as your throat convulses around her. Tears prick your eyes, your hands pressing against her thighs in a futile attempt to steady yourself, but she holds you there, her grip unyielding, forcing you deeper with each subtle buck of her hips. <<videoMP4 "video/amy/blowsmallaudio2.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> "Good. now get under there before the client shows up." Amy shoves you down under the desk. You stumble, dropping to your hands and knees, crawling into the confined darkness under the desk—the air thick with the scent of polished wood and her lingering perfume, the humiliation immediate and suffocating as the low ceiling brushes your ears. Amy settles back into her chair above you with a satisfied sigh, her legs spreading wide as she hikes her skirt back up just enough to expose her thick cock, already hard and wet in the dim light filtering through the desk's edges. The door knocks moments later, and Amy calls out cheerfully, "Come in!" The client—a burly fox executive in a crisp suit, briefcase in hand—enters and takes the seat across from her, oblivious to the scene unfolding below. They dive into business talk immediately, charts and figures exchanged as Amy's voice remains poised and professional above you, her heels clicking faintly against the floor. The risk of discovery amplifies everything—the client's voice droning on about quarterly projections just feet away, Amy's casual responses above you like nothing's amiss. She excuses any noises with effortless charm: a muffled gag from you becomes "Oh, just the chair creaking—old building, you know," her tone light and engaging as she laughs it off. Another thrust, deeper this time, makes you gag harder, saliva dripping down your chin as her cock hits the back of your throat, but she presses on, her hand relentless, jacking her hips in slow, controlled motions that make the desk vibrate ever so slightly. "Mmm, yes, that merger sounds promising," she says smoothly to the client, even as she grinds against your face below, her balls brushing your chin with each invasive push. The degradation is suffocating—the darkness closing in, the humiliation of servicing her like this while she conducts business, your own cock twitching traitorously against your will despite the shame. You try to breathe through your nose, suppressing whimpers as she forces you to take her fully, the wet, choking sounds barely masked by the conversation above. Amy's pace quickens subtly, her free hand tapping her pen on the desk in feigned thoughtfulness, but her grip on your head tightens, pulling you onto her with possessive fervor. "God, you're such a good little cocksucker," she murmurs under her breath during a brief pause in the client's spiel, her voice a venomous whisper just for you. "Choking on me while he sits there clueless—my perfect, worthless fox, born to be used like this." The words sting, shame flooding you as you bob helplessly, your tongue swirling instinctively to please her, the musky flavor overwhelming your senses. The client rambles on about market trends, and Amy responds flawlessly, but below, she's relentless, thrusting harder now, her cock pulsing as she nears her peak, the risk heightening her pleasure and your terror. Finally, with a barely suppressed groan disguised as a thoughtful hum, she cums deep in your throat, her hand clamping down to hold you in place as hot spurts flood your mouth, forcing you to swallow or choke. You do, tears streaming down your face in the darkness, the degradation peaking as she rides out her orgasm with subtle grinds. The client wraps up soon after, shaking her hand and leaving with a nod, none the wiser. Only then does Amy pull back, her cock slipping free with a wet pop, leaving you gasping and slick-faced in the shadows. She kicks you lightly under the desk, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Out, slut. Clean yourself up and get back to work—you did well, for a pathetic dog." You crawl out on trembling limbs, avoiding her gaze as you stumble from the office, the taste of her cum lingering like a brand. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You attempt to pull your head away from her thrusting cock, gasping for air. "No more of this, Amy—let me out," you whisper urgently, trying to wriggle free from under the desk. <<if $amyDom < 90>> Success. She reluctantly lets you emerge, her expression irritated as she adjusts her skirt. "Fine, you wimp— but don't interrupt my meeting again," she hisses quietly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She pushes your head back down forcefully, thrusting even deeper. "Keep going until I'm done—you're not escaping that easily." [[Continue|OfficeBJComplyL3]] <</if>>

<<if $money >= 40>> <<set $inventory.push("skirt")>> <<set $money -= 40>> Bought Skirt. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 30>> <<set $inventory.push("striped_stockings")>> <<set $money -= 30>> Bought Striped Stockings. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 20>> <<set $inventory.push("stockings")>> <<set $money -= 20>> Bought Stockings. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 60>> <<set $inventory.push("heels")>> <<set $money -= 60>> Bought Heels. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 30>> <<set $inventory.push("panties")>> <<set $money -= 30>> Bought Panties. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 40>> <<set $inventory.push("bra")>> <<set $money -= 40>> Bought Bra. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 50>> <<set $inventory.push("choker")>> <<set $money -= 50>> Bought Choker. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 50>> <<set $inventory.push("dress")>> <<set $money -= 50>> Bought Dress. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

<<if $money >= 80>> <<set $inventory.push("full_maid_dress")>> <<set $money -= 80>> Bought Full Maid Dress. <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> [[Back|Shop]]

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<<if $money >= 25>> <<set $money -= 25>> <<if !$inventory.includes("shorts")>><<set $inventory.push("shorts")>><</if>> You bought the Shorts! <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> <<link "Back to Shop">><<goto "Shop">><</link>>

<<if $money >= 100>> <<set $money -= 100>> <<if !$inventory.includes("chastity")>><<set $inventory.push("chastity")>><</if>> You bought the Chastity Cage! <<else>> Not enough money. <</if>> <<link "Back to Shop">><<goto "Shop">><</link>> [[Back|Shop]]

"P-please, Amy—wait!" you protest, twisting slightly in her grip, your voice a desperate whisper laced with panic, cheeks already flushing hot under your fur. "I did everything you wanted! The reports, the errands—I haven't slacked off once!" Your tails lash behind you, brushing against the desk's edge, a futile bid for dignity as the cubicle walls feel thinner than ever, distant voices reminding you how exposed you are. She laughs—a sharp, demeaning bark that cuts through your plea—her free hand pinning your lower back to keep you steady across her knee. "You think you've been good? Oh, but you resisted, you pathetic little fox," she scolds, her voice dripping with scorn as her palm cracks down hard on your exposed cheek, the smack echoing sharply in the confined space of your cubicle, drawing a stifled yelp from your lips. The sting blooms instantly, hot and radiating, your skin prickling under the force. "Every time I give an order, you hesitate, you whine—like the ungrateful slut you are. That's resistance, Tails, and goddesses don't tolerate it." Another smack lands, harder this time, the impact jolting through you, leaving your ass cheek blooming red as tears prick your eyes. She pauses just long enough to let the burn sink in, her fingers digging into your hip possessively. "When I tell you to suck someone off, you drop to your knees and do it with a smile—no questions, no protests. You thank me for the privilege of serving. Like a true believer." You squirm, biting your lip to muffle a whimper, the office's ambient noise a cruel reminder that anyone could glance over and see you draped over her lap like a naughty child, skirt hiked and ass bared. "B-but I—" you start, but her hand comes down again, a rapid series of smacks that echo like gunshots, each one precise and punishing, turning your skin from pink to fiery red, the sting building into a throbbing heat that makes your legs kick involuntarily. "Quiet," she snaps, her lecture unrelenting between strikes, her voice a masterclass in degradation wrapped in obsessive control. "If I want to fuck you—right here on this desk, or in the break room, or wherever I damn well please—you spread your legs and say 'thank you, Goddess.' That's obedience, slut. That's what keeps you useful to me. Not this half-hearted bullshit where you act like you have a choice." The spanking continues, her palm relentless—ten, twelve, fifteen sharp cracks that leave your ass stinging and swollen, each one punctuated by her scolding words, driving the lesson deeper into your shame. "You're mine to use, Tails—my whimpering, skirt-wearing toy who exists to obey. Hesitate again, and it'll be worse than a spanking; I'll make sure the whole office knows what a disobedient bitch you are." By the time she stops, your cheeks are blazing, tears streaking down your face as you tremble across her knee, the pain a vivid brand of her ownership. She smooths her hand over the heated skin almost tenderly, a mocking contrast to the abuse, before shoving you off her lap to crumple at her feet. "Get up and fix your skirt," she orders coolly, rising from the chair with effortless grace, her eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction as she straightens her dress. "Finish that report—and remember, next time I want something, you say 'yes, Goddess' without the drama." She saunters out, leaving you slumped against the desk, skirt askew and ass throbbing. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You step forward confidently, placing your hands on her waist and pulling her gently but firmly toward you. "I'll handle this. You dust the shelves, and I'll take care of the floors and kitchen." Vanilla's cheeks flush a soft pink as she looks up at you, her body yielding to your touch with a quiet gasp. "Oh, my... if you say so, darling," she murmurs, her voice breathy as she lingers in your grasp a moment longer, her eyes sparkling with unspoken delight before she nods and moves to follow your lead. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You shrug softly, smiling at her. "Whatever you think is best, Vanilla." She beams at you, her fingers intertwining with yours as she pulls you along. "How sweet of you to let me decide. Why don't you start by cleaning the entire first floor while I supervise?" she coos. "I'm just so tired. You can do that much, can't you?" She plants a teasing kiss on your cheek before handing you the supplies. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You meet her gaze steadily, your hand covering hers on your arm. "You should cook dinner. It's a good look on you." Vanilla bites her lip, a shiver running through her as she nods submissively, her eyes lowering demurely. "Yes... I'll get right on it, just as you want," she whispers, her voice laced with a hidden thrill as she turns toward the kitchen, glancing back at you with a warm, inviting smile. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $relationship += 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You lean in closer, your voice gentle. "Why don't you just relax instead. I'll handle dinner." Her eyes light up with affection as she cups your face, drawing you into a soft embrace. "You're such a dear for offering. Actually, while you're at it, why don't you clean the kitchen too? It would make me so happy," she purrs, guiding you to the kitchen before she settles comfortably on the couch. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her flush against you. "I'm right here, and I'm strong enough for both of us." Vanilla melts into your hold, her breath catching as she rests her head on your shoulder, her hands clutching your shirt. "Mmm, you are, aren't you? Show me more," she breathes, her tone eager and yielding, as if savoring the control you have over her. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $relationship += 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You nod sympathetically. "I agree—how can I help make things easier for you?" She sighs dramatically, then brightens. "Well, since you're offering, you could handle all the heavy lifting around here today. I'll just... oversee. It's so nice having you around to take care of these things for me." She gives you a wink. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You cross your arms decisively. "I'll set the rules: you'll handle the laundry and dishes daily, and I'll oversee the rest. Agreed?" Vanilla blinks, then a slow, enamored smile spreads across her face. "Oh, my... yes, sir. I love how you just... decide for us. It makes me feel so taken care of." She steps closer, her hand resting on your chest, clearly aroused by your authoritative tone. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <<set $relationship += 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You shrug, "What do you think the rules should be?" She beams. "Perfect, I'll decide. Rule one: You handle all the chores. Rule two: Always ask me if you want something first. Doesn't that sound fun? You're such a dear." She pulls you into a warm hug. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You struggle against her hold, trying to slide off her knee. "Stop Amy—this is humiliating and wrong!" you protest, wriggling to escape the painful slaps. <<if $amyDom < 95>> Success. She releases you with a frustrated shove. "Get up then, you crybaby—but next time, you won't get away so easily," she warns. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She holds you tighter and spanks even harder. "No struggling—take your punishment like a good slut." [[Continue|OfficeSpankComplyL3]] <</if>>

Trembling, you comply, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your blouse, the fabric whispering to the floor as you peel it off, then the skirt, the stockings, until you're bare under the harsh office light, your slender frame exposed, cock soft and vulnerable between your legs. Shame burns through you like acid, your tails curling around your thighs in a pathetic attempt at modesty as you shuffle to the corner, facing the wall, arms at your sides like a statue on display. Amy settles back at her desk with a satisfied hum, rustling papers as if this is the most normal thing in the world, her eyes flicking to you every few minutes with obsessive delight. "Perfect view," she murmurs, her tone dripping with mockery. "Stay still, slut—don't you dare move. You're just decor now, my naked little fox trophy." Minutes stretch into an agonizing eternity; she types sporadically, takes a call where she praises some deal in her honeyed professional voice, all while you stand rigid, skin prickling in the cool air, the scattered cash a mocking reminder at your feet. The harassment doesn't stop verbally—she tosses barbs like grenades: "Look at that worthless dick of yours, Tails. So small, so sad—bet it hasn't seen action in months." Laughter bubbles from her, sharp and demeaning, as she swivels her chair to face you fully, hiking up her own skirt without shame, her thick cock springing free, already hardening at the sight of your vulnerability. "Stand still," she commands again, her hand wrapping around her length as she starts stroking lazily, eyes locked on you like you're her personal porn video. You freeze, muscles screaming from the effort, as she jacks off with deliberate slowness, moaning softly under her breath. "God, you're pathetic—standing there naked, letting your Goddess jerk to you. Useless fox, can't even hide how much you love this." The wet sounds fill the room, her pace quickening, and to your horror, your cock twitches faintly, betraying you under her gaze. She notices, of course, laughing louder. "There it is—worthless little thing, twitching like it matters. You'll never use it, Tails. Never fuck anyone, never be the man you pretend to be. It's mine to mock, that's all. So stop thinking. Things will be much easier for you." <<videoMP4 "video/amy/stopthinking2.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> She rises then, sauntering over with her cock in hand, the tip glistening as she aims it at you. "Don't move," she growls, stroking furiously now, her free hand gripping your shoulder to steady herself. You obey, rooted in place, eyes squeezed shut as she cums with a triumphant groan—hot ropes splattering across your chest, your stomach, and deliberately, your groin, coating your soft cock in thick, sticky warmth that drips down your thighs. The sensation is degrading, the musky scent overwhelming as it cools on your skin, marking you like territory claimed. "Look at that," she purrs, smearing the last spurts over your worthless dick with her tip, her voice laced with cruel affection. "Covered in my cum, standing there like a good cumrag. You'll never use this pathetic prick—it's just for show, for me to laugh at while I fill you up instead." She steps back, admiring her handiwork with a smug grin, tucking herself away as she returns to her desk. "Stay like that until I say," she orders casually, diving back into her work as if you've always been her naked, cum-drenched statue. The minutes drag—five, ten, twenty—your legs aching, skin itching under the drying mess, the office beyond the door a distant hum that reminds you how close discovery is. Shame churns in your gut, mixed with that insidious heat her control always stirs, your cock shamefully half-hard beneath her load despite—or because of—the humiliation. Finally, after what feels like hours, she glances up, waving a dismissive hand. "Fine, you're dismissed, slut. Clean up in the bathroom—don't you dare wash it off until you're home. And pick up your money on your way out; consider it a tip for being such a pretty prop." You scramble to gather your clothes and the scattered bills, dressing hastily with trembling hands, the cum seeping through your skirt as you flee her office, avoiding eye contact with the few lingering coworkers. The harassment lingers like a second skin, her laughter echoing in your mind as you clock out, wondering how much more you can take before you shatter completely. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 50>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse to remove your clothes, clutching them tightly. "No way am I stripping naked here, Amy—not for money or threats," you declare, standing firm despite her orders. <<if $amyDom < 100>> Success. She shrugs it off with a smirk, gathering the money. "Suit yourself, but you're missing out on easy cash—back to work," she says dismissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She approaches. "Oh, you'll strip alright" [[Continue|OfficeNakedComplyL3]] <</if>>

Trembling, you fumble with the lipstick, your fingers clumsy as you face the mirror, its reflection showing a version of you that's already half-transformed by her whims—soft fur, wide eyes, and that girly outfit that blurs your identity. You uncap the tube, the bright pink shade glaringly feminine, and start applying it, your lips trembling as the creamy pigment coats them, making them pop against your fur. Next comes the blush, dusting your cheeks to amplify your flush, then eyeshadow in a soft lavender that makes your eyes look bigger, more vulnerable. Mascara follows, your lashes lengthening with each stroke, the mirror reflecting a stranger who looks like a doll—cute, delicate, and utterly hers. Amy watches every move, perched on the edge of your desk, her smirk widening with each swipe of makeup. "Good girl," she purrs, her tone mocking but obsessive, as if she's sculpting you into her perfect vision. "Look at you, all dolled up like the sweet little thing you were meant to be. But we're not done." She hops off the desk, grabbing a small basket of chocolates from her bag—individually wrapped truffles, gleaming in foil—and shoves it into your hands. "Now, you're going to prance around this office and greet every man here. Give each one a chocolate, smile nice and sweet, and thank them for 'making your day brighter.' Make it convincing, Tails, or I'll make sure everyone knows what a disobedient slut you are." Your stomach twists, the humiliation sinking deeper as you realize the scope of her game—parading you like a trophy, dressed and made up to be her feminine plaything, for the whole office to ogle. "Amy, I can't—please, this is too much," you stammer, voice barely a whisper, but her glare silences you, her finger jabbing toward the door. "Move, or you're fired," she snaps, and with no choice, you rise on wobbly heels, clutching the basket, your painted face burning as you step into the bullpen. You start with the nearest cubicle, a lanky weasel in a tie who looks up, startled, as you approach with a forced smile, your voice high and shaky. "H-hi... here's a chocolate. Thanks for, um, making my day brighter." You hand him a truffle, your lipstick-glossed lips trembling into a sweet smile as ordered. His eyes widen, raking over your skirt and makeup, a grin spreading. "Well, damn, Tails—I always thought you were soft, but dressed like this? Makes sense you're a girl now. You look cuter than half the girls I know. By the way—theres this new ramen place near me. Wanna go out sometime?" His tone is flirty, his eyes focused on yours. Your heart skips, flattered despite yourself, but you stutter, "N-no, I'm not interested right now, sorry," your voice cracks as you hurry away, his confused frown follows you. Why's he saying no when he came to me? his expression seems to say. Next is a raccoon at the copier, his eyes lighting up as you offer the chocolate with the same rehearsed line. "Fuck, Tails, that skirt—your ass looks amazing," he says, practically swooning, his tail flicking. "Short and cute like that, you're a total shortstack. I'm single, you know—how about dinner sometime?" The compliment stings and thrills, your cheeks burning hotter as you stammer, "T-thanks, but I'm not looking right now." He blinks, puzzled, clearly thinking your approach meant something more. The pattern repeats with a squirrel in accounting—"Man, those legs in stockings? You're killing it. You free this weekend?"—and a hawk in IT who murmurs, "That fluff on your chest almost looks like breasts, Tails. So cute. I'm single, if you're game." Each man lights up, feeling special, their eyes soft, convinced you’re into them because you sought them out with your sweet smile and chocolate. You deflect each advance—"N-not right now, thanks" or "I-I’m busy, sorry"—their confusion palpable, their egos bruised by your rejection after such a personal gesture. The worst comes at the end, when you approach a towering bull near the break room, his massive frame and curved horns intimidating yet oddly magnetic, his suit straining against his muscular bulk. You offer the chocolate, voice barely steady: "Thanks for making my day brighter." His eyes roam over you, lingering on your painted lips and short skirt, a slow smirk spreading as he takes the truffle, his hand brushing yours deliberately. "Well, aren't you a treat," he rumbles, his voice deep and firm, sending a shiver through you that you hate yourself for feeling. "Short little thing like you, all dolled up—you're exactly the kind of girl I need. Sweet, soft, perfect for keeping a guy like me happy." He pulls a scrap of paper from his pocket, scribbling a number and pressing it into your hand, his grip lingering. "Call me. I need a girl like you, Tails." The intensity in his eyes, the way he towers over you, makes your heart race with a mix of fear and forbidden flattery, your fingers clutching the number as you panic, muttering, "I-I’m not interested right now, sorry," before scurrying away. Glancing back, you catch his smirk, confident and knowing, like he’s sure you’ll call. You return to Amy, basket empty, your face a furnace of shame as you stand before her, the men’s compliments echoing in your mind. You hate yourself for liking their attention—their lovey-dovey gazes, the way they saw you as desirable, even if it was under her twisted script. "Good girl," Amy purrs, leaning back in her chair, her smug satisfaction palpable. "You made them all feel so special, didn’t you? Now back to work, slut." She dismisses you with a wave, leaving you to stumble back to your desk, the bull’s number burning a hole in your pocket, your mind a storm of humiliation and conflicting desire as you try to bury yourself in spreadsheets, hating how much their words linger. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 30>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You push the makeup away, refusing to touch it. "I'm not putting any of that on, Amy—I'm not here to be feminized," you state firmly, crossing your arms. <<if $amyDom < 105>> Success. She takes the items back with a sigh. "Fine, keep your boring look—for now," she relents, allowing you to resume work. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She grabs your hand and applies it herself. "You'll wear it whether you like it or not—hold still." [[Continue|OfficeMakeupComplyL3]] <</if>>

Your heart pounds, a flush of shame flooding your cheeks as you stammer, “A-Amy, please, not here—someone could—” but she cuts you off with a sharp slap to your exposed cheek, the sting making you yelp softly, your protest swallowed by fear of discovery. From her pocket, she produces a sleek, black butt plug—curved and menacingly thick, its surface glinting in the fluorescent light. She squirts a dollop of lube from a small bottle, smearing it over the plug with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on your trembling form. “No whining,” she snaps, her voice dripping with degrading glee. “You’re my property, Tails, and you’ll take whatever I give you.” She presses the tip against your entrance, pushing it in slowly at first, the cold, slick intrusion stretching you inch by inch, making you bite your lip to stifle a gasp. The sensation is intense, a burning fullness that has your legs trembling, but just as you adjust, she shoves it in hard with a final, forceful thrust, seating it deep inside you. You choke on a whimper, the plug’s flared base pressing against your skin, locking it in place as it fills you completely, pressing insistently against your prostate. The pressure is immediate and unrelenting, a constant reminder of her control as it stretches you, each subtle shift sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through your core. Your cock twitches traitorously beneath the skirt, hardening against your will, and to your horror, pre-cum begins to leak, seeping through the thin fabric of your panties and skirt, leaving a damp, telltale stain that darkens the pastel material. You clamp your thighs together, mortified, praying no one notices as you try to sit back down gingerly, the plug shifting with every movement, intensifying the sensation. Amy leans over you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, “Look at that—already leaking like a desperate slut. That plug’s gonna keep you hard all day, reminding you you’re mine. Don’t you dare touch yourself, or I’ll make you regret it.” She straightens, smirking as she pats your head condescendingly. “Now get back to work—act normal, or I’ll drag you out for everyone to see what a pathetic, dripping mess you are.” She saunters out, leaving you slumped at your desk, the plug an unyielding presence that keeps you on edge, your cock throbbing painfully as more pre-cum leaks through, the wet patch growing as you shift in your seat. You try to focus on the spreadsheet, fingers trembling over the keys, but every movement jostles the plug, pressing against your prostate and sending jolts of pleasure that make you bite back whimpers. The stain on your skirt is impossible to hide now, a humiliating beacon that makes you hunch forward, hoping the desk shields you from curious eyes. Colleagues pass by occasionally, oblivious but close enough to make your heart race, the fear of discovery amplifying your shame. The plug ensures you’re hard the entire day, each hour a torturous blend of arousal and humiliation, your body betraying you as you struggle to type, the wet fabric clinging to your skin a constant reminder of Amy’s ownership. By late afternoon, the office begins to empty, but Amy’s harassment doesn’t let up—she pops by once more, leaning casually against your cubicle wall, her eyes flicking to the obvious stain with a smug chuckle. “Still dripping, huh? Good. That’s what I like to see—my slut marked and desperate,” she murmurs, loud enough to make you flinch, praying no one overheard. “Finish that report and clock out when I say, not a second sooner.” She leaves you to your torment, the plug keeping you on the brink, your mind a storm of shame, disgust, and that conflicting, traitorous heat as you work through the day. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You resist the intrusion, straightening up quickly. "Get that thing away from me, Amy—I won't let you put it in," you protest, turning to face her. <<if $amyDom < 110>> Success. She sets the plug aside with a frustrated eye roll. "Spoilsport—but don't think you've won," she mutters, dismissing you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She forces you back down and inserts it anyway. "No choice, slut—now take it." [[Continue|OfficePlugComplyL4]] <</if>>

You reluctantly change into the slutty dress she tossed at you, the revealing fabric clinging to your body and accentuating your curves as you stand there in the office, feeling utterly exposed under her approving gaze. "You look absolutely perfect in that, my little office wife—twirl for me and show it off," she commands with a grin. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 40>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse to put on the dress, tossing it back at her. "I'm not wearing something that slutty, Amy—no way," you declare, holding your ground. <<if $amyDom < 115>> Success. She catches it and tosses it aside carelessly. "Fine, keep your drab clothes—for today," she concedes grudgingly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 1>> <<set $balance += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She approaches and dresses you herself, ignoring your protests. "You'll wear it, and you'll like it." [[Continue|OfficeDressComplyL4]] <</if>>

Your cheeks burn, a protest bubbling up—“A-Amy, please, someone might hear—” but her glare silences you, her grip tightening as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. “Do it, slut, or I’ll rip them off and make you parade around the office like that,” she hisses, her tone dripping with degrading intent. Trembling, you comply, hiking up your skirt and sliding the thin panties down your legs, the cool air hitting your exposed skin as you bend over her desk, your hands gripping the edge, papers rustling beneath you. The position is utterly vulnerable, your ass bared, your tails curling in distress as she circles behind you like a predator, her quills swaying with each step. Amy kneels, her hands spreading your cheeks with a firm, possessive grip, exposing you completely. “Look at this perfect little hole,” she murmurs, her voice thick with mockery as she leans in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe across your asshole. The sensation is electric, warm and wet, making you jolt and gasp, your body betraying you with a shiver of pleasure. She pauses, chuckling darkly. “So sensitive already, Tails? Pathetic. The great inventor, squirming like a desperate whore just from a little lick.” Her tongue returns, circling your rim with teasing precision, lapping at the sensitive flesh as her fingers trail lightly down to your cock, brushing it with featherlight touches that make it twitch and harden despite your shame. You squirm, biting your lip to stifle a whimper, the dual assault overwhelming—her tongue probing deeper, slick and insistent, while her fingers dance along your length, never quite gripping, just teasing enough to make you throb. “A-Amy, please,” you gasp, your voice cracking, but she laughs, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your skin. “Please what, slut? You’re already hard as a rock, leaking for me like a needy little bitch. You love this—love your Goddess tonguing your dirty hole while the rest of the office is right outside.” Her words sting, each one a barb sinking into your pride, and you hate how your cock pulses under her light touches, pre-cum dripping onto the desk as she resumes licking, her tongue pushing past your rim to probe inside, targeting your prostate with ruthless accuracy. The sensation is intense, a deep, pulsing pleasure that builds with every flick and swirl, her tongue pressing and massaging that sensitive spot until your legs tremble, your grip on the desk white-knuckled. Her fingers keep playing with your penis, stroking lightly, tracing the head, smearing your pre-cum in lazy circles that make you buck involuntarily. “Look at you, squirming like a worm,” she taunts, pausing again to blow cool air across your wet rim, making you shudder. “Can’t even control yourself, can you? Just a pathetic fox, reduced to a drooling mess because I’m licking your ass. You’re nothing without me, Tails—nothing but my toy.” Her tongue dives back in, relentless now, lapping at your prostate with focused intensity, her fingers tightening just a fraction on your cock, enough to push you closer to the edge. You try to hold back, tears of shame pricking your eyes, but the combination is too much—her tongue fucking your hole, pressing hard against your prostate, her light strokes on your cock sending sparks up your spine. Your body betrays you completely, a strangled moan escaping as you cum hard, your release spilling across the desk in thick ropes, your legs buckling as waves of pleasure crash through you. Amy pulls back, her laughter sharp and demeaning as she stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Oh, Tails, you came from that?” she mocks, her voice dripping with smug delight as she leans over you, her fingers smearing your cum across the desk for emphasis. “From me licking your pathetic little hole? God, you’re such a disgusting slut—cumming like a bitch just from your Goddess playing with you. Look at this mess you made.” Your face burns, humiliation flooding you as you slump against the desk, panting and spent, your cock still twitching in the aftermath. She spanks your ass once, hard, the sting making you flinch. “Clean this up with your tongue, slut,” she orders, but then waves a hand dismissively, her smirk widening. “No, I’ll let you off this time—consider it a gift. Now pull those panties up and get back to work.” She saunters to her chair, settling in as if nothing happened, leaving you to scramble for your panties and dress, trembling as you fix your skirt, the taste of shame and her mockery lingering as you stumble out of her office. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You resist fiercely, refusing to go under the desk. "I won't lick your ass, Amy—that's too far," you state, backing away. <<if $amyDom < 120>> Success. She adjusts her skirt with a sigh, covering up. "Your loss, but you'll regret it later," she threatens mildly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She shoves your head under and into position. "Get licking now—no excuses." [[Continue|OfficeRimComplyL4]] <</if>>

Trembling, you nod, and she wastes no time, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse to expose your chest, the fluff there making you feel even more vulnerable under her gaze. She moves your chest fluff aside to pinch one nipple hard, rolling it between her fingers until it hardens, drawing a wince from you as pain sparks through your chest. “Perfect,” she murmurs, attaching the first clip with a cruel snap, the teeth biting into your sensitive flesh with a sharp, searing pain that makes you gasp, your knees buckling slightly. The second clip follows just as quickly, clamping down on your other nipple with equal brutality, the chain dangling between them, cold and heavy against your fur. You wince again, biting your lip to stifle a whimper, tears pricking your eyes as the pain radiates outward, a constant, throbbing ache. Amy twists both clips simultaneously, her fingers merciless as she tugs the chain, sending fresh waves of agony through you, your body jerking involuntarily as you grip the edge of her desk for support. “Feel that, slut?” she taunts, her voice thick with mockery as she twists harder, watching you squirm with sadistic delight. “Every movement today will remind you of your place—my pathetic little fox, marked and owned, nipples screaming with every step you take.” Your breath hitches, the pain intense and unrelenting, each twist making your vision blur as you choke out, “Amy, it hurts—please—” but she just laughs, a sharp, demeaning sound that echoes in the office. “Good. It’s //supposed// to hurt, you worthless toy,” she sneers, giving the chain one final tug that makes you cry out softly, your tails curling tightly in distress. “You’re nothing without me, Tails—just a whimpering slut who exists to please your Goddess. These clips? They’re your collar, your leash, your everything today. You’ll feel me with every breath, every sway of that pretty skirt.” She steps back, admiring her work as you stand there, blouse open, the clips glinting against your fur, the chain swaying with each shuddering breath. The pain is a constant pulse, sharp and biting, making your nipples throb with every heartbeat. “Button up,” she orders, tossing your blouse at you with a smirk. “You’re wearing these all day, slut. Back to work—don’t you dare touch them, or I’ll add weights to them.” You fumble with the buttons, the fabric brushing against the clips sending fresh jolts of pain through you, making you wince with every movement. The blouse closes over them, hiding the clips but not the ache, the chain pressing against your chest as you adjust your skirt, the humiliation sinking deeper. Amy saunters to her chair, settling in with a smug grin as she watches you struggle to compose yourself. “Go on, Tails,” she says, waving a dismissive hand. “Finish that report. And remember—every twinge, every sting, is me owning you. Try to focus through the pain, my pathetic little pet.” You stumble out of her office, each step a torment as the clips shift, pulling and biting with every sway of your body, the skirt’s fabric rubbing against your thighs a cruel counterpoint to the agony in your chest. Back at your desk, the office’s ambient noise feels distant, your world narrowed to the throbbing pain and the wet heat of shame as pre-cum leaks into your panties, your body betraying you despite the torment. Colleagues pass by, oblivious, but you hunch over your keyboard, wincing with every keystroke. <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse outright, pushing her hands away. "No, that's torture!" you exclaim, stepping back. <<if $amyDom < 125>> Success. She puts the clamps away with a chuckle. "Too sensitive? Fine, another time then," she relents. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She pins your arms and applies them anyway. "You'll wear them. Now" [[Continue|OfficeNippleComplyL4]] <</if>>

She lifts you bodily onto the desk with a grunt, papers scattering beneath you as your back hits the surface, your legs kicking futilely. You try to push her off, squirming and scrambling to the side, but she pins you down, her body pressing against yours as her hand cracks down on your ass in a sharp, stinging spank that echoes in the room. "Stop resisting," she growls, her voice low and demanding, delivering another hard smack that makes you yelp, the pain blooming hot across your skin. You squirm harder, trying to wriggle free, but each attempt earns you more spanks—relentless, punishing strikes that leave your ass throbbing and red, training you through the pain without a word, your body learning to still itself as the resistance only brings more agony. Finally, she flips you over with brutal efficiency, bending you face-down over the desk, your cheek pressed against the scattered reports, your skirt hiked up to expose you completely. You try one last time to push back, squirming against her hold, but her palm comes down again—crack, crack, crack—in rapid succession, the spanks making you flinch and whimper, your resistance crumbling under the onslaught. "Behave," she hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, forcing you to arch as she lines herself up. Without mercy, she thrusts in deep, her lubed cock slamming home in one brutal stroke, stretching you wide and filling you completely. The intrusion is overwhelming, a burning fullness that makes you gasp, your body jolting with each pounding thrust as she sets a punishing rhythm, grabbing your hair tighter to control you. "That's it, take it like the slut you are," she groans, her hips snapping forward relentlessly, pounding deep into you with every brutal drive, her free hand spanking your ass again when you instinctively squirm away, the pain reinforcing her command. You try to twist, to ease the intensity, but each movement earns another smack, your body slowly giving up the fight, going limp beneath her as the resistance fades into reluctant submission. She notices, her pace never slowing as she coos mockingly, "There we go—finally learning to behave. My good little fox." Her words sting, shame flooding you as you feel the pressure building in your prostate, each deep thrust grinding against that sensitive spot, coiling tighter and tighter, pushing you toward the edge despite the humiliation. Your cock throbs beneath you, leaking pre-cum onto the desk as the pleasure mounts, your body betraying you with desperate whimpers. But just as you're teetering on the brink, Amy's knot swells at the base, pushing insistently against your entrance until, with a final, forceful shove, it pops inside, locking her in place. She roars in triumph, cumming deep within you, hot spurts flooding your insides as her knot throbs, pulsing with each wave of her release. The sensation is intense, the knot pressing right against your prostate, the throbbing almost—//almost//—enough to push you over, but it teeters just short, leaving you aching and denied, your body trembling on the edge without relief. To your own shame, as she pulls back slightly, her knot still tying you to her, you wish she kept going, wish for that final push to let you finish, the denial twisting in your gut like a knife. Amy catches her breath, her hand releasing your hair as she straightens, pulling out with a wet pop once her knot softens enough, leaving you leaking on the desk. "Good girl," she purrs, spanking your ass one last time for emphasis. "Now clean up and get back to work, slut." She adjusts her dress, settling back into her chair as if nothing happened, leaving you to scramble off the desk, fix your skirt with trembling hands, and stumble out of her office, the ache and the unfulfilled pressure a constant, shameful reminder as you return to your desk. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You fight back against her rough handling, trying to push her away. "Get off me, Amy—stop!" you shout, struggling to free yourself from her grip. <<if $amyDom < 130>> She stops abruptly, panting heavily with frustration. "Fine, you win this round—but don't get used to it," she concedes, releasing you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She overpowers you easily, continuing the assault. "No chance—take it all, bitch." [[Continue|OfficeManhandleComplyL5]] <</if>>

You pop the lid fully, the warmth rising like steam, the "dressing" thick and sticky, clinging to every leaf in generous dollops. Amy reaches around you, picking up a fork from the container and spears a bite: a leaf of lettuce coated in the warm, opaque sauce, a cherry tomato glistening beside it. "Here, let me feed you the first bite," she says sweetly, her voice like honey as she brings the fork to your lips from over your shoulder, her chin resting gently on your head. To any passerby glancing over the cubicle wall, it looks adorable—intimate, even romantic—but her cock presses harder against your back, grinding subtly in place, the heat radiating through the fabric as she waits for you to open your mouth. You hesitate, the scent overwhelming now, salty and unmistakable, but her free hand slips under the desk to pinch your thigh warningly, her sweet facade never cracking. "Open wide, Tails—it's so good for you," she murmurs, her tone affectionate, like a loving partner sharing a homemade meal. You part your lips, shame flooding you as the fork slides in, the warm, sticky "dressing" coating your tongue—thick, salty, with that distinct musky tang that makes your stomach churn even as your body reacts traitorously, a flush spreading through you. The veggies crunch under your teeth, but the sauce dominates, warm and viscous, sliding down your throat as you chew slowly, trying not to gag. "Mmm, isn't it delicious?" Amy asks, her voice bright and encouraging, feeding you another forkful before you can respond, her cock grinding firmer against your back in a slow, insistent rhythm that makes your own twitch beneath the skirt. Colleagues walk by, one even smiling at the "cute" scene, oblivious to the truth. "Tell me how good it is, darling—it's my special recipe, after all." Her words hang in the air, her body pressing closer, her erection throbbing through the dress against you, the pressure building in the moment as she waits, fork poised with the next bite, her sweetness a thin veil over the command. You swallow, the warm cum lingering on your palate, and under her insistent gaze—and the grind of her cock—you mumble, "I-It's good, Amy... really good." She beams, feeding you more, her movements tender from the outside but loaded with dominance, her cock pressing harder with each "thank you" she coaxes from you, the lunch dragging on in humiliating bites until the container is empty, leaving you full and shamed. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You resist the insertion, clenching your teeth and pulling away. "N-No—I can't eat that!" you whisper, trying to escape her hold. <<if $amyDom < 135>> Success. She discards the fork with an eye roll. "Wimp—fine, maybe next time you'll be ready," she says, letting you go, leaving the salad on your desk. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She holds you down and shoves it towards you. "You'll eat it and you'll like it." [[Continue|OfficePlugComplyL5]] <</if>>

You know resisting is futile—she won't listen, her "surprises" always steamrolling your pleas—so you strip reluctantly in her office, the blouse and skirt pooling at your feet as you step into the bikini. The top ties around your neck and back, framing your chest fluff like makeshift cleavage, while the bottoms cling tightly, the thin material doing nothing to hide your bulge, the outline visible and embarrassing as it pouches out the front. Amy circles you, her fingers tracing the strings, tugging them tighter with a satisfied hum. "Mmm, look at you—such a sexy little beach bunny. That bulge shows just enough to tease. Perfect for our date." She slips a loose cover-up dress over your head—sheer and flowy, but short enough to hint at the bikini beneath—then grabs the bag and your hand, leading you out. The drive to the beach is tense, Amy chatting cheerfully about the weather and how "cute" you'll look tanning, her hand on your thigh the whole time, squeezing possessively. The beach is crowded—families picnicking, groups playing volleyball, sunbathers lounging on colorful towels under the golden sun. Heads turn as you walk hand-in-hand with her, the bikini visible through the sheer cover-up, your bulge drawing stares—whispers of "Is that a guy?" mixing with appreciative glances from men and women alike, checking you out with lingering eyes on your legs, your ass, the way the fabric clings. You flush hot under your fur, trying to hide behind Amy, but she pulls you forward, whispering, "Let them look, sweetie—you're mine to show off." She finds a spot near the water, spreading out a large towel and stripping down to her own bikini—black and revealing, her curves on full display. "Lose the cover-up," she orders sweetly, and you do, exposing the pink bikini fully, the bulge even more prominent now, drawing more stares as people nearby glance over, some smirking, others ogling openly. Amy pulls you down beside her, applying sunscreen with hands that linger too long on your thighs, your chest fluff, whispering, "Feel those eyes on you? They want what I have." The attention burns, shame twisting in your gut as you try to curl up, but she won't let you hide. After a bit of sunning, she shifts, draping a beach towel over her lap like a blanket. "Come here, darling," she murmurs, her voice low and commanding as she guides your head down under the towel, the world muffling to the scent of salt and her musk. Her bikini bottom is pulled aside, her cock already hard and waiting, and she presses your muzzle to it. "Suck it off, Tails—nice and quiet." You hesitate, but her hand on your head pushes you down, and you take her into your mouth, the salty taste mixing with sunscreen as you bob slowly, choking softly on her length under the towel. Her hips buck subtly, fucking your throat as beachgoers walk by, oblivious. She cums with a suppressed moan, flooding your mouth, forcing you to swallow every drop before letting you up, your face flushed and lips swollen as she kisses your cheek. "Good job, my little beach slut." Not satisfied, she pulls you onto her lap next, facing away from her toward the ocean, the towel draped over your lower halves like a shared blanket. "Sit still," she whispers, her hands sliding under the towel to pull your bikini bottoms aside, guiding you down onto her rehardening cock. You gasp softly, biting your lip as she sinks into you, the stretch brutal in the open air, but she shushes you, wrapping her arms around your waist like a loving embrace. From afar, you look like a happy couple sunbathing, her head on your shoulder, but beneath the towel, she thrusts up subtly, fucking you deep and slow, her cock grinding against your prostate with each hidden movement. People nearby glance over, smiling at the "cute pair," unaware of the pounding happening under the fabric. The pressure builds relentlessly, her knot swelling at the base as she picks up pace just enough to make you squirm, whispering in your ear, "Feel that, sweetie? My knot's going to lock us together—right here, with everyone watching." You try to stay still, shame flooding you as beachgoers pass by, some waving, but the constant prostate stimulation is too much—waves of pleasure crash through you, and to your horror, you cum shamefully, shuddering in her arms, your release soaking the towel as you bite back a moan. Amy laughs softly, thrusting one final time as her knot pops inside, tying you to her, her cum flooding you in hot spurts. "That's my girl," she murmurs, holding you close as you sit there, knotted and full, her arms around you possessively while the knot throbs inside. After what feels like an eternity—the sun beating down, people milling about, the knot slowly softening—she finally lets you slide off, cum leaking into your bikini bottoms as you adjust the towel. "Time for a swim, sweetie," she says brightly, standing and pulling you toward the water. [[Continue|Oceantwo]]

The ocean laps at your ankles as Amy pulls you deeper into the water, the cool waves a stark contrast to the heat burning through your skin from the knotting still throbbing faintly inside you, her cum warm and leaking with every step. The beach crowd thins out here in the shallows, but eyes still linger—sunbathers glancing up from their towels, swimmers pausing mid-stroke to watch the "cute couple" wading in. Amy's hand is firm on yours, her fingers interlaced like a loving partner's, but her grip is unyielding, tugging you forward until the water hits your waist, the bikini bottoms clinging wetly to your bulge, the fabric translucent now, outlining everything in humiliating detail. She turns to face you, her pink fur slick with spray, quills glistening as she pulls you close, her body pressing against yours under the surface, her cock—still semi-hard from the knotting—brushing your thigh through her bottoms. "Oh, sweetie, look at you—my perfect little wife, all flushed and spent from our fun," she murmurs, her voice a sultry coo right in your ear, her arms wrapping around your waist like an embrace, but her hands dipping lower to grope your ass possessively under the water. The waves crash gently around you, foam bubbling at your hips, but her touch is insistent, squeezing and kneading your cheeks as she nuzzles your neck, her lips brushing your fur in soft kisses. "I love seeing you like this, Tails—brow-beaten and obedient, just for me. You're so good at taking what I give, aren't you? My precious, broken girl." Her words drip with affection, but there's that edge of enjoyment in her tone, savoring your submission like a fine wine, her fingers slipping between your cheeks to tease your leaking hole. The water sways you both gently, the sun warm on your shoulders, but Amy's harassment doesn't let up—she grinds her hips subtly against you, her cock twitching through the fabric, while her other hand trails up your side, fondling the fluff on your chest like it's her favorite toy. "Feel how much I love you?" she whispers, pinching a nipple through the bikini top, twisting just enough to make you whimper, the pain mixing with the lingering ache from earlier clips she's used on you. Her kisses turn deeper, her tongue licking along your collarbone, nipping lightly as she presses her body flush, her curves molding to you. "You're mine to enjoy, my sweet wife—every inch, every moan. I could do this all day, just holding you, loving you... owning you." The lovey-dovey words wrap around you like her arms, her enjoyment palpable in the way she sighs contentedly, her groping hands exploring freely under the waves, fingers dipping into your bikini bottoms to stroke your bulge teasingly, making it harden despite the cold water. In this suspended moment, with the ocean rocking you gently and Amy's touches relentless, a group of men wade closer—three muscular wolves in swim trunks, splashing and laughing as they approach, their eyes locking onto you with obvious interest. "Hey, ladies," one calls out, his voice deep and flirty, stopping just feet away, water dripping from his fur as he rakes his gaze over your bikini-clad form, lingering on your legs and the subtle bulge. "Couldn't help but notice you two—mind if we join? You look like you could use some company." His friends grin, one adding, "Yeah, especially you, cutie." You freeze, shame flooding you hotter than the sun, your hard-on from Amy's teasing twitching under the water as their attention hits you like a wave. "I-I'm not interested," you stammer, trying to pull back, but Amy elbows you sharply in the ribs, her sweet smile never fading as she leans into you possessively. "Be nice, sweetie," she whispers through gritted teeth, her hand squeezing your ass in warning. "Respond positively—or else." The elbow's sting lingers, and you swallow hard, forcing a shaky smile. "U-um, sure... thanks for the compliment," you mumble, the words tasting like ash, but the wolves light up, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "See? Told you she's friendly," the leader says, wading closer, his gaze dropping to your chest fluff peeking from the bikini top. "You're adorable—short and cute. Are you single? We could grab drinks later." His friends chime in, one reaching out to splash water playfully near you, "Yeah, Bet you're fun to hang with." The attention washes over you, their flirty stares and compliments making your bulge throb shamefully harder under the water, the unwanted arousal building despite—or because of—the humiliation, your face burning as you hate yourself for the reaction. Amy's arm tightens around your waist, her cock brushing your thigh again as she laughs lightly, but her elbow digs in once more when you hesitate. "Tell them thanks, Tails—be polite to your admirers," she murmurs sweetly, her fingers pinching your side under the waves. You force the words out, voice cracking, "Th-thanks... that's really nice of you," and the wolves grin wider, one even flexing subtly. "Awesome—here's my number," the leader says, but Amy interjects smoothly, "Oh, she's taken, boys—but flattery's always welcome." They back off with good-natured laughs, splashing away, but the damage is done—your hard-on aches shamefully from their attention, the shame twisting in your gut as Amy's hand slips down to squeeze it under the water, whispering, "Naughty girl, getting hard for strangers? But I love how responsive my wife is." The moment lingers, the waves lapping at your chests as Amy pulls you closer, kissing your shoulder, groping your ass, her cock grinding against you while she murmurs, "See how they want you? But you're all mine, my brow-beaten little wife. I enjoy you so much like this—flustered and hard, just for me." The sun beats down, the water cool around you, but her touches keep you trapped in the heat of the moment, her enjoyment evident in every squeeze and whisper until she finally sighs contentedly. "Time to head out, sweetie—let's get you home." She leads you back to shore, drying off with the towel, her hands lingering on your body as she helps you into the cover-up. The drive home is tense, Amy behind the wheel, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh, squeezing possessively. "You loved that attention, didn't you?" she teases, her voice light but probing, glancing at you with a smirk. "Getting hard from those wolves flirting— so cute. My little wife, drawing eyes everywhere we go." You squirm in the seat, the bikini bottoms sticky with cum and seawater, your face burning as she laughs softly, her hand sliding higher to brush your bulge. "Don't deny it—I felt you twitch. Next time, maybe I'll let them watch." The car hums along the road, the city blurring outside, her teasing words hanging in the air like a promise until she pulls up to your place, kissing your cheek deeply. "Go rest, sweetie—but dream of me. See you tomorrow." She drives off, leaving you stumbling inside, the day's shame and unwanted arousal crashing over you like the waves. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 150>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse both the outfit and anything that would follow, stepping back. "No, Amy—enough!" you insist firmly. <<if $amyDom < 140>> Success. She backs down with a frustrated sigh. "You're no fun—but alright, for now," she relents. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She pushes the bikini on you and smacks your ass harshly. "You'll do as i say." [[Continue|OfficeDressComplyL5]] <</if>>

You don't resist much, knowing she won't listen anyway, your body sinking into the seat as she leans over you, her breasts brushing your shoulder while she clicks play. The video starts—hypnotic spirals swirling on the screen, a soothing female voice cooing affirmations: "You're a sissy girl... you love being feminine... your cock is just a clit now..." Images flash: boys in lingerie, submitting to dominant women, the words sinking in with repetitive insistence. Amy's hands slide down your arms, tugging your skirt up to expose your bulge in the thin panties. "Jerk off while you watch, whore," she commands softly, her breath hot against your ear as she guides your hand to your cock, wrapping your fingers around it. "Stroke that worthless little thing and let the hypno work its magic. Show me how much you love being my girl." You hesitate for a split second, but her nails dig into your shoulder warningly, and you start moving, your hand pumping slowly as the video's voice drones on: "You crave cock... you need to be filled... submit to your mistress..." She circles behind you, her fingers trailing over your fluff as she leans in, her voice a demeaning whisper that syncs with the hypno. "Look at that, Tails—stroking your tiny clit like the pathetic sissy you are. You're not a boy anymore, are you? Just a weak, fluffy girl in a skirt, getting hard from videos telling you to suck dick." Her words sting, shame flooding you as your cock hardens fully in your hand, the hypno's spirals pulling at your mind, the affirmations echoing: "You're a cumslut... beg for it..." You pump faster, wincing at the pleasure building despite the humiliation, Amy's laughter soft and mocking in your ear. "God, you're disgusting—jerking off to sissy hypno in my office, like a desperate slut. Bet you're imagining yourself in that lingerie, on your knees for me, aren't you? My broken little fox, too weak to be a man." The demeaning barrage continues, her hands roaming to pinch your nipples through the blouse, twisting lightly as the video intensifies: "Surrender... become the girl inside..." Shame burns hot in your chest, but shamefully, it starts feeling hot—the way she degrades you, the hypno's repetitive commands blending with her voice, making your cock throb harder in your grip. "See? You're loving this, slut—your clit's leaking just from me calling you pathetic. You're not an inventor anymore; you're my sissy toy, made to cum from humiliation." You hate how right she feels, the arousal twisting in your gut as you stroke faster, the video's voice urging "Cum for your mistress... submit forever..." Pressure builds, your breath coming in ragged gasps, and with a final twist of your nipple, you cum hard, ropes of release spilling over your hand and onto the desk, your body shuddering in the chair. Amy's laughter rings out, sharp and triumphant. "Oh, Tails, you came so quick—so... premature. Now eat it—lick up every drop, my worthless girl." She grabs your hand, forcing it to your mouth, her fingers pushing your cum-smeared digits past your lips. You swallow reluctantly, the salty taste coating your tongue as shame crashes over you, the hypno video still playing in the background: "Good girl... you're hers now..." Amy steps back, smirking as she pauses the video. "Good session, Tails. Back to work—and think about how hot that was all day." She unlocks the door, sending you stumbling out, cum still on your lips, the demeaning heat lingering shamefully in your mind as you return to your desk. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 60>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You refuse the degrading offer, not touching yourself. "I won't, Amy—keep your money," you state defiantly, ignoring the bills. <<if $amyDom < 145>> Success. She pockets the money with a shrug. "Your choice, but you're missing out on easy cash," she says, dismissing you. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She grabs your hand and makes you start anyway. "Look at the damn screen." [[Continue|OfficeMoneyMastComplyL5]] <</if>>

You open your mouth to protest—"A-Amy, I really should go home, I have things to—" but she silences you with a finger to your lips, her smile widening. "Shh, sweetie. You know I won't listen. Besides, it'll be fun—just you and me, relaxing like a real couple." Her grip tightens on your wrist, leading you out the back exit to avoid stares, bundling you into her car before you can argue further. The drive to her mansion is tense, her hand on your thigh the whole way, squeezing and stroking as she chats about "our future," her fingers inching higher under your skirt to tease your bulge through the panties. "Can't wait to make this official, Tails set little rules around the house. Some days, no clothes at all; you'll crawl naked for me. Other days, I'll give you to a guy friend of mine, watch you take it like the good wife you are. And chastity? Oh, you'll spend weeks locked up, begging for release." Her words send a shiver through you, shame mixing with that unwelcome heat she always stirs. The mansion looms grand as ever—towering columns, manicured lawns glowing under the setting sun—as she parks and leads you inside, her arm around your waist like a possessive lover. The foyer echoes with your footsteps, the opulent space feeling even more intimidating now, but Amy wastes no time, kicking off her heels and turning to you with a wicked grin. "Strip, Tails—both of us. I want us naked, like Adam and Eve in our little paradise." You hesitate, but knowing she won't back down, you comply, peeling off the blouse and skirt, the panties following until you're bare, your slender frame exposed under the chandelier's glow, your cock soft and vulnerable between your legs. Amy sheds her dress with graceful ease, revealing her feminine body—full breasts bouncing slightly, round ass curving perfectly, her hips swaying as she steps out of her panties. She's hot, you hate to admit it to yourself, her soft fur and curvaceous form a vision of allure, only marred by the giant canine cock hanging heavy between her legs, already twitching with interest. She pulls you close, her naked body pressing against yours, breasts soft against your fluff as she kisses your forehead. "See? Isn't this nice? Just us, no barriers." Her hands roam your back, squeezing your ass as she leads you to the living room—a vast space with plush couches and a massive TV—and settles on the sofa, patting her lap. "Come here, darling—let's watch something together." You climb on tentatively, her arms wrapping around you like a cage, her cock brushing your thigh as she clicks on the TV, flipping to a rom-com, her chin resting on your shoulder. The normalcy is surreal—watching TV naked, her warmth enveloping you—but her eyes watch you hungrily, like a predator eyeing prey, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, making you tense with anticipation. She could take you at any moment, and she knows it, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Relax, Tails—I love how tense you get; it's so cute, like you're waiting for me to pounce." The movie plays on, laughter from the screen contrasting your stiffness, but as she holds you close, her breasts pressing soft against your back, you decide to make the most of it—maybe playing along will ease the tension. Hesitantly, your hand reaches up, groping her breast lightly, fingers sinking into the plush flesh, kneading gently. Amy moans softly, her body arching into your touch, her cock twitching harder against your leg. "Oh, Tails... that's new. Being proactive, are we? I love it—my sweet fox, finally showing some love without me forcing it." Her voice is breathy, encouraging, her hand guiding yours to squeeze firmer, her nipple hardening under your palm as she kisses your neck. [[Continue|AfterTV]]

The "normal" activities continue—after the movie, she leads you to the kitchen, both still naked, her round ass swaying ahead of you, her cock swinging with each step. "Make us dinner, sweetie—something simple, pasta maybe," she says, leaning against the counter to watch, her eyes devouring you hungrily as you move around the space, bending for pots and reaching for ingredients, your body on full display. The tension is palpable—she could pounce at any second, her gaze predatory, making your skin prickle as you chop vegetables, her occasional touches—brushing your ass, pinching your fluff—keeping you on edge. "You're so domestic like this," she murmurs, her voice affectionate yet laced with hunger. "My perfect little wife, cooking naked for me." As dinner simmers, she pulls you close again, kissing you deeply, but eventually, her whims shift. "Sit here," she says, patting the couch after you eat, then guiding your feet into her lap once you're settled. "Let me play with these cute little things." Her hands massage your soles at first, thumbs digging in, but then she lifts one foot to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick along the arch, warm and wet, making you squirm uncomfortably. The sensation is ticklish, invasive, her teeth nibbling lightly on your toes as she sucks one into her mouth, her eyes locked on yours with that predatory gleam. You're very embarrassed, face burning as drool slicks your foot, but you force a smile, strained and awkward, not wanting to provoke her. Amy's eyes darken with lust at the sight, her cock hardening fully against her thigh. "Oh, Tails... that smile," she breathes, licking between your toes with a moan. "So forced, so hot—acting like you love what you hate, just for me. My obedient little fox, pretending so well." She continues, switching feet, her tongue lapping hungrily, the slobbery sounds filling the room as you maintain the strained grin, shame twisting in your gut. Finally, satisfied, she releases your feet, slick with her saliva, and pulls you into her lap for more "cuddling," her hard cock pressing against your ass as the evening wears on. But as night falls, she sighs contentedly. "Time to send you home, sweetie—but soon, this will be every day." She dresses you, calls a cab, and kisses you deeply at the door, leaving you to ride home alone, the taste of her "love" lingering, your mind conflicted between hate and that shameful admission of her allure. Amy leads you upstairs to her bedroom, her naked body swaying with each step up the grand staircase, her round ass flexing enticingly in front of you, her giant dog cock swinging between her legs like a pendulum of dominance. The mansion's halls are dimly lit by sconces, casting soft shadows that dance across her curves, highlighting the softness of her pink fur and the fullness of her breasts. You follow quietly, your own naked form feeling small and exposed in comparison, your cock half-hard from the earlier tensions, the cool air of the house prickling your skin. She glances back over her shoulder with a smug grin, her emerald eyes gleaming in the low light. "Come on, sweetie—bedtime. Let's see what my little fox wants to do tonight." She pushes open the double doors to her master suite, the room sprawling and luxurious: a massive four-poster bed draped in silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the moonlit gardens, and a faint scent of her perfume hanging in the air like an invitation. Amy flops onto the bed first, stretching out on her back with a contented sigh, her breasts bouncing slightly as she props herself up on her elbows, her cock resting semi-hard against her thigh. She pats the space beside her, her voice mockingly sweet. "Your turn to pick, Tails. What do you want to do? I'll let you lead... for once." Her tone drips with sarcasm, her smug look already making it clear she's humoring you, like a cat toying with a mouse, her eyes watching you hungrily, knowing she'll flip the script whenever she pleases. You hesitate at the edge of the bed, your heart pounding, but you don't say anything—words feel pointless, and part of you knows protesting or suggesting something tame would only earn her laughter. Instead, you crawl onto the mattress, the silk sheets cool against your fur, and tentatively reach out, your hands exploring her body as if testing the waters. Your fingers trace her thigh first, feeling the soft fur give way to muscle, then up to her hip, the curve smooth and warm under your palm. Amy watches you with that ever-present smug expression, her lips curled in amusement, her eyes half-lidded like she's indulging a child's game. "Oh? Feeling bold, are we?" she murmurs, but she doesn't stop you, letting you lead even as her gaze makes you feel utterly in her control, like every touch is on her terms. You move higher, your hand cupping one of her full breasts, the weight heavy and soft in your palm, your thumb brushing her nipple as it hardens under your touch. She's hot—undeniably so, her feminine body a perfect blend of curves and softness, only contrasted by the intimidating cock below. You lean in, your mouth closing around her nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, your tongue swirling as she arches slightly into it with a soft moan. "Mmm, that's it, Tails—suck like the needy little boy you are," she demeans, her voice breathy but laced with mockery, her hand threading through your fur to hold your head there. "Look at you, latched on like a baby. So pathetic, but so cute—my sweet fox, pretending to take charge while you worship me." Her words sting, but you keep going, switching to her other nipple, sucking and nipping as her smug look burns into you, making even this "leading" feel like submission. She shifts beneath you, her cock now fully hard against your thigh, throbbing with need, but she lets you continue, her free hand stroking your back almost tenderly. "Go on, explore more—show me what you want, my little wife." You pull back slightly, your hands roaming her body again—squeezing her breasts, tracing her round ass as she rolls onto her side to give you access, the firmness yielding under your fingers. Her smug expression never fades, her eyes locked on yours, enjoying your tentative touches, knowing she's still the one in charge, her presence dominating the room even as you "lead." Eventually, she guides you between her breasts, her hands pressing them together around your cock for a tit job, the soft, warm flesh enveloping you as she rocks slightly. "There you go—fuck my tits, Tails," she mocks, her voice dripping with demeaning amusement. "Not even fucking me properly when you have the chance? So typical of a pathetic sissy like you—can't even take advantage of leading. Just humping my breasts like a desperate puppy." Her words hit hard, shame flooding you as your hips buck instinctively, the friction building quickly, her breasts squeezing tighter around you. You cum fast, spilling across her chest with a shuddering gasp, your release hot and sticky on her fur. Amy laughs softly, her voice a mocking melody as she watches you shudder through your release, your cum splattering across her full breasts in sticky ropes that glisten on her pink fur. She swipes a finger through the mess, gathering a glob and pressing it to your lips with a smug grin, forcing you to suck it clean, the salty taste coating your tongue as you obey without protest. "Already done, Tails? So quick, my little fox—but that's okay," she purrs, her emerald eyes darkening with hunger, her cock throbbing hard against your thigh. "Look at you, all spent from humping my tits like a desperate pup. But oh, the way you groped me... explored me... you enjoyed my body, didn't you? That bold little touch—squeezing my breasts, tracing my ass. It eggs me on, sweetie. Makes me want to show you what a real fucking feels like." She flips you onto your back with a swift, dominant motion, her strength pinning you to the silk sheets as she straddles your hips, her breasts swaying above you like tempting fruit, still streaked with your release. You gasp, your body still trembling from your orgasm, but Amy's not gentle—she grabs the lube from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto her massive dog cock, stroking it slick with deliberate, teasing pumps that make it glisten in the low light. "You loved feeling me up, didn't you? My soft curves, my round ass—got you so worked up you came like a virgin. Well, now it's my turn to enjoy you," she says, her voice breathy with excitement, egged on by your earlier initiative, her smug look intensifying as she positions the thick head against your entrance, rubbing it teasingly along your hole. Without warning, she thrusts in deep, the lube easing the way but doing nothing to soften the brutal stretch as her cock fills you completely, slamming home in one forceful drive that makes you arch off the bed with a choked cry. The burn is intense, your walls clenching around her girth as she bottoms out, her balls slapping against your ass. "Fuck, Tails—feel that? That's what you get for teasing me with those little gropes," she growls, her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto her as she starts pounding relentlessly, each thrust deep and punishing, her cock grinding against your prostate with vicious precision. The bed creaks under the force, her breasts bouncing with every slam, her round ass flexing as she drives into you like a machine built for domination. You whimper, hands clutching the sheets, the pleasure-pain overwhelming as she fucks you brutally, her pace unforgiving, egged on by the memory of your hands on her body. "You squeezed my tits like you owned them—now I'm owning you," she taunts, leaning down to bite your shoulder, her teeth sinking in just enough to sting as her hips snap forward harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her giant cock stretches you wide, each brutal thrust hitting deeper, her knot already starting to swell at the base, bumping against your rim with every drive. She reaches up, her hand wrapping around your throat in a loose choke, squeezing rhythmically with her thrusts, controlling your breath as stars dance in your vision. "Admit it—you loved my body so much it made you cum quick. Now take mine—feel how hot I am inside you, my cute little wife." The fucking drags on, her stamina relentless, sweat glistening on her curves as she pounds you into the mattress, her smug expression never fading, her eyes locked on your flushed face. "That's it—moan for me, Tails. Your groping got me all riled up; now you're paying for it." She shifts angles, slamming even deeper, her cock bullying your prostate until you're seeing white, your own length hardening again despite the ache, pre-cum leaking onto your stomach. Finally, with a triumphant groan, her knot pushes insistently, popping inside with a final brutal shove, locking her in place as she cums hard, hot spurts flooding you deep, her body shuddering against yours. "Mine—all mine," she pants, collapsing over you, her breasts pressing soft against your chest as the knot throbs, tying you together in her possessive embrace. [[Continue|Afterfuck]]

The morning light filters through the massive windows of Amy's mansion bedroom, casting a golden glow over the tangled silk sheets where you lie, still naked and sore from the night's relentless ordeal. Your body aches in places you didn't know could hurt—your ass throbbing from her brutal pounding, your throat raw from her chokes, bruises blooming on your hips and neck like possessive marks. Amy's arms are wrapped around you from behind, her soft, warm body pressed against yours, her full breasts cushioning your back, her giant dog cock nestled semi-hard against your thigh even in sleep. She's deceptively cute like this, her pink fur tousled, quills splayed across the pillow, her face relaxed in a peaceful slumber that contrasts sharply with the domineering force she was just hours ago, egged on by your tentative explorations of her body, turning your "leading" into fuel for her savage fucking. You stir slightly, trying to shift away without waking her, but her grip tightens instinctively, pulling you closer with a sleepy mumble. "Mmm, not yet, sweetie," she murmurs, her eyes fluttering open, that smug gleam returning as she nuzzles into your neck. "We have all morning—starting with breakfast. Up you get, my little wife. Make it for me again, naked, just like last night." Her hand slides down to squeeze your ass, fingers digging into the sore flesh, making you wince as she rolls over, releasing you with a playful swat. You know protesting is pointless—she won't listen, her "rules" unbreakable—so you slide out of bed on shaky legs, your naked form exposed in the bright morning light, cum from last night dried and flaking on your fur, your cock soft and vulnerable between your legs. The mansion feels even larger in the daylight as you pad downstairs to the kitchen, the marble floors cool under your bare feet, the vast space echoing with your hesitant steps. Sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the high-end appliances and granite counters, but you feel utterly vulnerable, naked and alone, every creak of the house making you jump as if someone else might see. You've learned compliance eases things, so you start pulling out ingredients—eggs, bread, fruit—your hands trembling slightly as you crack shells into a bowl, whisking them for scrambled eggs, the sizzle of the pan on the stove filling the air with a normalcy that feels mocking against your exposure. You're focused on stirring the eggs, the heat from the stove warming your naked skin, when you hear her footsteps—soft but deliberate—approaching from behind. Before you can turn, Amy's body presses against your back, her naked curves molding to you, her full breasts soft against your shoulders, her round ass brushing your tails as she wraps her arms around your waist. "Mmm, smells good, sweetie," she purrs in your ear, her breath hot, her giant dog cock already hardening against your ass, the thick length sliding between your cheeks as she grinds subtly. Her hands roam your front, one fondling your fluff like it's her favorite toy, the other dipping lower to tease your cock, stroking it lightly until it twitches to life despite your soreness. "A-Amy," you gasp, trying to focus on the pan, but she shushes you, her hips rolling forward, the head of her cock pressing insistently against your entrance. "Keep cooking, Tails—don't burn my breakfast," she commands playfully, but her voice has that edge, her free hand grabbing your hip to hold you steady. Without lube or warning, she thrusts in deep from behind, the sudden stretch brutal and burning, making you cry out and grip the counter for support, the spatula clattering into the pan. The pain is intense, your body clenching around her girth as she bottoms out, her balls slapping against you, but she doesn't pause, starting a relentless rhythm, pounding into you with forceful strokes that jolt your body forward, the eggs sizzling forgotten in the pan. "Feel that, my little wife?" she groans, her voice breathy with pleasure as she slams deeper, her hand leaving your cock to spank your ass sharply, the sting making you yelp. "This is what you get for being so damn cute—cooking naked for me, like a good pet. I could fuck you all morning." Her thrusts are brutal, each one grinding against your prostate, building that unwanted pressure despite the ache, her breasts pressing against your back as she leans over you, nipping at your ear. You try to stir the eggs, but her pace makes it impossible, your body rocking with every slam, the counter digging into your hips as she owns you completely, her smug laughter mixing with her moans. "Look at you—trying to cook while I breed you. Such a perfect, obedient fox." The fucking drags on, her relentless energy egged on by the domestic scene, her cock throbbing inside you as she spanks again, the pain blending with the building pleasure until you cum shamefully against the cabinet, shuddering around her. She follows soon after, knotting deep with a triumphant growl, flooding you with hot spurts as she holds you there, tied and full, her arms wrapping around you possessively. "Good boy," she whispers, nuzzling your neck as the knot throbs. Once it softens, she pulls out, spanking your ass one last time. "Finish breakfast now—then you can go home... this time." She sits at the island, watching you with smug satisfaction as you plate the food with trembling hands, cum leaking down your thighs. After eating, she dresses you casually in some of her oversized clothes—"Something to remember me by"—and calls a cab, kissing you deeply at the door. "See you Monday, my office wife," she says with a wink, sending you home sore, spent, and dreading what's next. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $money += 170>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You attempt to fight back against the assault, pushing her away. "Stop this now, Amy—get off me!" you shout, struggling fiercely. <<if $amyDom < 150>> Success. She pulls out abruptly, her face twisted in fury. "Fine, you bastard—but this isn't over," she spits, letting you go. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She fucks you even harder, ignoring your protests. "No stopping now—take it." [[Continue|OfficeFuckComplyL6]] <</if>>

You refuse the act, pulling back. "I can't do that, Amy—it's too much," you protest, shaking your head. <<if $amyDom < 155>> Success. She sits back down with a disappointed sigh. "Weakling— but alright, maybe later," she concedes. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. She forces your face between her cheeks. "You will—now lick deep." [[Continue|OfficeRimComplyL6]] <</if>>

Amy steps back with a knowing nod, her professional demeanor intact as she smooths her skirt. "I'll leave you two to discuss the details," she says smoothly, her voice carrying that underlying steel. "Tails, make sure Leo feels //fully// convinced about partnering with us." With a final, pointed glance, she excuses herself, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you alone with the towering lion man whose presence seems to swallow the room. You clear your throat, trying to focus despite the heat rising in your cheeks and the way Leo's arm remains firmly around your waist. "So, Leo, about the deal," you begin, your voice pitching higher than intended as you force a salesman's enthusiasm. "Our company offers competitive rates—starting at just five percent below market average for bulk orders. We can customize the packages to fit your needs, with flexible payment terms and dedicated support." Leo chuckles deeply, his golden mane shifting as he tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement rather than interest in the figures. "That's all well and good, princess, but let's see what you've really got to offer." His hand slides down your back, guiding you with insistent pressure. "Why don't you show off for me a little. Turn around, let me get a good look at my little salesgirl." Reluctance coils in your stomach, but Amy's words echo in your mind, propelling you forward. You step back slightly and pivot, feeling exposed under his gaze as you arch your back just a touch, your tails swishing nervously. "See? We're all about quality here," you continue, grasping at the pitch. "Our service includes priority shipping, and we guarantee a ninety-eight percent satisfaction rate based on last quarter's surveys." Leo's grin widens, predatory and pleased, as he reaches out to trace a claw along your hip. "Cute. But you know, deals like this need something to sweeten them up. A personal touch." His voice drops lower, laced with that dominant affection, and before you can respond, he pulls you back against him, his massive frame pressing insistently. You feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, and a shiver runs through you—part dread, part that unwelcome spark from his earlier touches. You try to keep promoting, your words tumbling out in a desperate bid to maintain some semblance of control. "We can offer an additional two percent discount for long-term contracts, and our analytics show a fifteen percent increase in efficiency for clients who—" Your sentence cuts off in a gasp as Leo's hand s move with purpose, one hiking up your clothing while the other steadies you. He maneuvers you toward the desk, bending you forward with a gentle but unyielding push, his breath warm against your ear. "Shh, keep talking, girl. Sell it to me while I take what's mine." The intrusion begins slowly at first, his huge cock pressing against your entrance, the sheer size of it making your body tense. You grip the desk edge, forcing out more sales talk amid the building pressure. "Our... our team provides round-the-clock service, with a response time under thirty minutes," you manage, your voice breaking as he pushes in deeper, stretching you relentlessly. The roughness of it sends sharp jolts through you, his thrusts starting measured but gaining force, wrecking you inch by inch. Yet interspersed with the dominance are those loving murmurs—"That's it, princess, taking me so well. Keep trying to keep your cool." and soft kisses along your shoulder, his mane brushing your fur in a strangely intimate caress that stirs an arousal you despise but can't deny. He picks up the pace, lifting you slightly to adjust the angle, treating you like a prized possession as he drives in harder, the desk creaking under the rhythm. "And for premium partners like you," you pant, clinging to the script even as pleasure and pain blur your thoughts, "we include exclusive upgrades at no extra cost—twenty percent more features in the base plan." Leo growls approvingly, his hand s roaming possessively over your body, one teasing your chest while the other holds your hip steady. The contrast overwhelms you—the brutal force of his movements clashing with the tender nips at your neck as he whisperes endearments "My sweet princess, you're perfect." igniting a confusing heat that builds despite your hatred of being used this way, objectified and claimed. As the intensity peaks, your words dissolve into fragmented gasps—"Discounts... loyalty programs... satisfaction guaranteed"—until climax shatters through both of you, his roar filling the office as he buries himself deep, filling you with a warmth that leaves you trembling. He holds you close for a moment afterward, his roughness giving way to gentle strokes along your back, his voice soft and affectionate. "That was exquisite, princess. You've convinced me." Pulling back slowly, Leo straightens his clothing with a satisfied sigh, his eyes lingering on you possessively. "We'll make more arrangements like this—I promise. I'll work with your company, sign whatever needs signing, so I can have you again. Tell Amy the deal's sealed." He plants one last kiss on your forehead before striding out, leaving you slumped against the desk, a mix of humiliation and lingering arousal swirling in the aftermath. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 2>> <<set $balance -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You protest loudly against the arrangement. "No, Amy—not him, I won't do this!" you shout, trying to back away from the client. <<if $amyDom < 160>> Success. The client hesitates and leaves at Amy's reluctant nod. "Fine, spoil the deal—but you'll pay for this," she threatens. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]] <<else>> Failure. Amy encourages the client to proceed anyway. "Ignore him—take what you want." [[Continue|OfficeClientComplyL6]] <</if>>

You order her firmly, your voice carrying authority in the office. "Fetch me some coffee, Amy—make it hot and bring it quick," you command, watching as she nods submissively and hurries off to comply, her pink hair bouncing with each step. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 2>> <<set $balance += 2>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You soften the request with a smile, making it more of a suggestion. "Amy, could you please fetch me some coffee? I'd really appreciate it," you ask gently, and she complies with a warm smile, heading to the kitchen without hesitation. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command her directly, eyes locked on hers. "Sway your hips for me while you walk across the room, Amy—show off that sexy body of yours," you instruct, and she blushes deeply but obeys, her movements exaggerated and alluring. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 3>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You ease into the suggestion casually. "Hey Amy, why not sway your hips a bit when you walk? It looks nice," you propose lightly, and she tries it out with a shy smile, swaying gently as she moves. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You demand it outright, tone firm. "Wear some lipstick for me tomorrow, Amy—it'll make you look even prettier, and I expect to see it," you state, and she nods nervously, agreeing to your wish. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 3>> <<set $balance += 3>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You notice her hesitation and withdraw the demand. "Never mind about the lipstick, Amy—if you're not comfortable, forget I said anything," you back off gracefully, no change in her routine. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command her to pose as eye candy. "Stand pretty for me right now, Amy—like the beautiful eye candy you are, hands on hips and smile," you direct, and she assumes the position with a flush. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 4>> <<set $balance += 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You soften the order into a request. "Amy, would you mind standing a bit prettier for me? Just for fun," you ask, and she complies partially, adjusting her stance with a giggle. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You demand the foot massage assertively. "Kneel down and massage my feet now, Amy—get to work and make it good," you command, and she drops to her knees, beginning the massage submissively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 4>> <<set $balance += 4>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

Seeing her reluctance, you withdraw the demand. "Actually, never mind the foot massage, Amy—don't worry about it," you say, letting her stand back up without proceeding. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You order her to giggle on cue. "Giggle cutely for me right now, Amy—let me hear that sweet, feminine sound," you instruct, and she does so, her laughter light and endearing. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You sense her discomfort and back off gently. "Forget about the giggle, Amy—no need if it doesn't feel right," you say, dropping the subject entirely. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You order the giggle with emphasis. "Giggle cutely for me, Amy—make it sound convincing and adorable," you command, and she performs it well, her voice tinkling. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 5>> <<set $balance += 5>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You back off if she shows resistance. "Alright, no giggle needed, Amy—let's move on," you concede smoothly. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You demand the intimate rub. "Rub my bulge right now, Amy—feel how hard you've made me and stroke it nicely," you instruct, and she complies, her hand moving tentatively. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 6>> <<set $balance += 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You hesitate upon seeing her unease and pull back. "Actually, forget the rub, Amy—I don't want to push," you say, no action taken. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command her to bend for a spanking. "Bend over my desk now, Amy—it's time for a quick spank to remind you of your place," you direct, and she obeys, presenting herself. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 6>> <<set $balance += 6>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You ease off the idea gently. "Never mind the spanking, Amy—let's skip that," you say, avoiding the act. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command her to bend over. "Bend over for me right away, Amy—let me admire that ass up close," you order, and she complies submissively, arching her back. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 7>> <<set $balance += 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You soften the command into a suggestion. "Would you mind bending over a bit for me, Amy? Just to see," you ask, leading to partial compliance. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You demand oral service firmly. "Kneel down and service my cock now, Amy—use that mouth like a good girl," you command, and she drops to her knees to begin. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 8>> <<set $balance += 8>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You withdraw the demand upon reflection. "Actually, no need for that oral service, Amy—forget I asked," you say, letting her stand. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command her to strip down. "Strip down a bit for me, Amy—show me more of that skin right now," you instruct, and she removes some clothing hesitantly. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 7>> <<set $balance += 7>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You soften it to a minimal request. "Maybe just unbutton a little, Amy—no pressure," you suggest, resulting in a small adjustment. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command deep service explicitly. "Service me deeply now, Amy—take it all the way down your throat," you order, and she obliges, going deep. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 9>> <<set $balance += 9>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You ease the command for lighter service. "Just service me gently, Amy—no need to go too deep," you adjust, leading to a milder act. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command her to masturbate. "Masturbate for me right here, Amy—show your submission by pleasuring yourself," you direct, and she begins under your watch. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 9>> <<set $balance += 9>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You ease off the command. "Forget about masturbating, Amy—let's not do that," you say, dropping it. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You command the rimming assertively. "Kneel and rim me now, Amy—use that tongue deep in my ass," you order, and she complies, probing deeply. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom -= 10>> <<set $balance += 10>> <</silently>> [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

You back off if she seems hesitant. "Never mind the rimming, Amy—no need if you're not up for it," you concede gracefully. [[Continue|SecretaryDesk]]

<<= '<img src="images/office/amyondesk.png" style="display:block;margin:10px auto;max-width:420px;width:100%;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #333;">'>> "Smart choice. But remember, I have leverage—your old inventions had some... irregularities I could report." She smirks. "Now, get to work." <<silently>> <<set $jobRole = "secretary">> <<set $fired = true>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <<set $amyDom += 5>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <</silently>> [[Head to desk|SecretaryDesk]]

<<set _required = ($promotionLevel + 1) * 10>> Amy leans back, appraising you. "You've been putting in the work, Tails. Time for a promotion to level <<print $promotionLevel + 1>>." <<switch $promotionLevel + 1>> <<case 1>> "New rules: Wear this fitted uniform—shirt, tie, and a shorter skirt for 'ease of movement.' Expect to fetch my coffee promptly, and start swaying those hips when you walk. It makes you look... approachable." <<silently>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 3>> <<set $amyDom += 5>> <<set $balance -= 3>> <</silently>> <<case 2>> "Good progress. Now, add some heels to your uniform and makeup if you want to keep impressing me. You'll handle client greetings—be eye candy, smile prettily. Refuse, and we might revisit your employment." <<silently>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 4>> <<set $amyDom += 7>> <<set $balance -= 4>> <</silently>> <<case 3>> "You're shaping up. Uniform upgrade: frilly blouse, stockings. Act more demure—giggle at my jokes, call me 'Miss Amy.' More personal tasks, like massages. Obey, or risk demotion." <<silently>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 5>> <<set $amyDom += 10>> <<set $balance -= 5>> <</silently>> <<case 4>> "Almost there. Full feminine attire now—dress, wig if needed. You'll pose provocatively for clients, let me... appreciate you. You'll start with sexual favors if you want to keep your job secure." <<silently>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 6>> <<set $amyDom += 15>> <<set $balance -= 6>> <</silently>> <<case 5>> "Top level. You're my perfect secretary-pet. Uniform: whatever feminine outfit I pick daily. Full submission—anything I ask, including intimate relief. You've come so far; don't throw it away now." <<silently>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 7>> <<set $amyDom += 20>> <<set $balance -= 7>> <</silently>> <</switch>> "Agree?" She eyes you expectantly, hinting at consequences. [[Accept the new rules|AcceptPromotion]] [[Hesitate (risks job)|HesitatePromotion]]

"Excellent. Get back to work." <<silently>> <<set $workProgress -= _required>> <<set $promotionLevel += 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> /* Slight Vanilla rel boost from job security */ <</silently>> [[Back to desk|SecretaryDesk]]

Amy frowns. "Having second thoughts? Remember, I can replace you easily." She pressures you until you nod. <<silently>> <<set $amyDom += 1>> <<set $balance -= 1>> <</silently>> [[Continue|AcceptPromotion]]

You shake your head internally, convincing yourself that it's all in your imagination—she would never do something like that, the thought a fragile shield against the gnawing doubt that lingers in your mind. <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You refuse outright, your voice steady despite the unease, but Vanilla pouts dramatically, her lips forming a mock frown before she waves it off with a promise to bring it up again later, the tension unresolved. <<set $punishmentLevel = 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You slip into the dress reluctantly, the fabric hugging your body in unfamiliar ways, and Vanilla claps her hands excitedly, her eyes lighting up as she exclaims, "Perfect for Rex! You look absolutely adorable in that." <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> <<set $equipped.top = "dress">> /* Auto equip example */ [[Back|Bedroom]]

You feel a surge of protest rising in your throat, your twin tails curling tightly behind you as you shake your head, stepping back slightly. "V-Vanilla, that might be... a bit too much," you stammer, your voice cracking with hesitation, but she doesn't let you pull away. Instead, her expression shifts to one of gentle scolding as she reaches out, grabbing your ear with a firm twist that sends a sharp sting through you. She pulls you close with surprising strength. "Oh, Tails, sweetie, don't be silly," she says, her voice still warm but now edged with that motherly firmness, yanking your ear a bit harder to make you wince. Her large frame towers over you as she holds you in place. "Mommy knows best, and right now, what's best is for you to listen and do as you're told. Protesting like this just makes things harder for everyone—be a good boy and let Rex have his fun." The pain in your ear throbs, her grip unyielding even as she explains it all so kindly, her other hand stroking your cheek in contrast, leaving you no choice but to nod weakly, the fight draining out of you under her scolding gaze. She releases your ear with a soft pet, stepping back as Rex approaches with a smug grin, his black and grey furred muscles rippling under the light, his powerful hands seizing your shoulders and yanking you close. Vanilla lounges back against the cushions, her eyes locked on the scene with heated approval, her fingers tracing lazy circles between her thighs as her breath quickens. "Mmm, Rex, darling... handle him just like that," she purrs, her voice dripping with sultry encouragement. "Don't hold back—show my sweet Tails how a real man takes what he wants." Rex chuckles darkly, his grip tightening as he spins you around, bending you over the arm of the couch with effortless strength. Your face presses into the cushions as he hikes up your skirt, exposing you completely. You squirm, a final whimper escaping—"Please, no—" but Rex's hands are already on you, his cock—thick, veined, and throbbing—pressing against your entrance. "Shut it, girl," he grunts shortly. "You're gonna take it like the little bitch you are." He thrusts in roughly, his cock stretching you painfully, the burn intense as he grabs your hips, pounding harder with each word, his muscular body slamming against yours. <<videoMP4 "video/tails/tailsrexaudio.mp4" "100%" "420px" true false true>> You hate Rex with every fiber of your being—his arrogant presence, his gruff voice. "Fuck, she's tight—perfect little hole, made just for this," he growls, his hands roam your body, squeezing your ass as he thrusts deeper. The slap of skin fills the room. The feelings crash over you—the burn of the stretch, the unwelcome pressure building in your prostate with each brutal drive, the humiliation of being taken like this in front of Vanilla. You see her from the corner of your eye, lounging with aroused approval, her hand moving between her legs as she murmurs encouragement, but your focus narrows to Rex's pounding, his cock grinding relentlessly, his hated compliments continuing: "Look at her squirm—loves it, doesn't she? Such a pretty girl, taking my cock so well." The ordeal drags on, your body betraying you with growing pleasure despite the hate boiling inside, the pressure in your prostate coiling tighter with each slam. The twisted situation has a strange thrill to it, your own tiny prick stiffening beneath you. Rex's pace quickens, his knot swelling at the base, bumping against you insistently. "Gonna knot her good—fill this bitch up," he grunts, and with a final, forceful thrust, the knot pops inside, stretching you impossibly wide, the fullness making you cry out. Vanilla coos at you, her voice kind and encouraging as she strokes your back, "Shh, sweetie, isn't that nice? Feel Daddy's knot locking in—take all that cum, my sweet boy, you're doing so well." Rex growls approvingly, "Yeah, girl—squeeze it out, take every drop like the slut you are." The cum keeps flowing, hot spurts pulsing into you as the knot throbs against your prostate, Vanilla murmuring, "Isn't that wonderful, Tails? All that warmth inside, making you ours, Mommy's so proud." Finally, Rex pulls out with a wet pop, his cum leaking from you as you slump over the couch, letting off a soft whine. Vanilla pulls you into her arms, "There, there sweetie— you made us so happy, my sweet little boy." <<set $balance -= 1>> <<set $relationship -= 2>> <<set $feminizationLevel += 1>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You shake your head desperately, trying to pull away as Rex advances, your voice trembling with hatred. "No, I won't— I hate you, Rex!" But Vanilla steps in, her tone firm and disappointed. "Tails, don't be like that," she warns, her hold over you clashing with your defiance. <<if $vanillaDom > 40>> They don't let you escape; Rex grabs you roughly while Vanilla holds you in place, forcing you into position despite your struggles. "See? Resistance is pointless pup," Rex sneers, as Vanilla whispers, "Just let go, Tails—do it for me." [[Continue|NTRFinalSubmit]] <<set $punishmentLevel = 3>> [[Continue|Punishment]] <<else>> They back off reluctantly, Rex muttering curses under his breath while Vanilla sighs in frustration, your resistance holding for now but straining the air with tension. <<set $relationship -= 10>> [[Back|Bedroom]] <</if>>

<<switch $punishmentLevel>> <<case 1>> Vanilla looks at you with a stern expression, pointing to the floor. "For your disobedience, you'll do extra chores on your knees—scrub the kitchen floor until it's spotless." You drop to your knees reluctantly, the hard surface pressing against them as you begin the task, your movements slow and deliberate under her watchful eye, the humiliation settling in as she supervises. As you work, Vanilla instructs softly but firmly, "Repeat after me, Tails: 'I love my Mommy, and I promise to obey her always.'" You echo the words subserviently, your voice trembling with a mix of resentment and compliance, the affirmation reinforcing your submission each time you say it aloud. <<silently>> <<set $balance -=1>> <<set $relationship -=2>> /* proportional to -1 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-1). <<set $punishmentLevel = 0>> <<case 2>> "You werent a good boy today, Tails." Vanilla pulls you over her lap, her hand coming down in sharp spanks that sting your ass, each slap echoing in the room as she lectures you. "This is for your own good—you need to learn to behave." <<silently>> <<set $balance -=2>> <<set $punishmentLevel = 0>> <<set $relationship -=2>> /* proportional to -2 */ <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-2). <<case 3>> You stumble into the dimly lit room, your twin tails drooping behind you as Vanilla's soft hand grips your wrist, pulling you forward with a deceptive gentleness. Her cream-furred ears twitch with excitement, her eyes gleaming as she glances back at you, that familiar maternal smile hiding something sharper. "Come on, sweetie," she coos, her voice like honey, but there's a flush to her cheeks that makes your stomach twist. Rex looms behind her, already pulling his jeans down. The massive wolf's muscles ripple under his gray fur, his grin feral and hungry as he eyes you like prey. Vanilla positions you on your knees in front of him, her fingers lingering on your shoulders a moment too long before she steps aside. "Rex dear, show Tails what happens when he doesn't listen." Rex wastes no time—his thick, throbbing cock thrusts forward, slamming into your mouth with brutal force. You gag immediately, your eyes watering as he grabs the back of your head, forcing himself deeper into your throat. The taste is overwhelming, musky and invasive, and you try to pull back instinctively, but his grip is ironclad. Vanilla watches from the side, her breathing quickening, one hand slipping between her thighs as she rubs herself slowly, her arousal evident in the way her tail sways and her nipples harden under her thin dress. "Good boy, Rex," she murmurs sweetly, her free hand reaching out to stroke the wolf's arm, tracing his biceps with admiration. "You're so strong... show him what he deserves." Rex grunts in approval, pounding harder, your throat burning as you choke and sputter around him. You want to please her, to make this stop so she'll look at you with that warmth again, but the fear claws at you—what if fighting back brings something worse? Your hands twitch at your sides, half-reaching to push him away, but you force them down, enduring it for her sake. Then Rex's fingers clamp over your nose, pinching it shut while he keeps thrusting. Panic surges through you—air cut off, your lungs screaming as black spots dance in your vision. Vanilla leans in closer, her voice still so tender, like she's comforting a child. "You brought this upon yourself, darling," she whispers, her hand now petting Rex's chest, rubbing circles over his fur as he growls in pleasure. "But look at how good Rex is handling you... such a powerful lover. Look at me as his cock takes your last breath." Your world spins, desperation building. Everything fades to black. When consciousness trickles back, you're gasping on the floor, your throat raw and aching, body trembling. Vanilla's eyes widen slightly as you stir, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she masks it with concern. "Oh, sweetie, you're awake," she says, kneeling down and gathering you into her arms without hesitation. She pulls you against her soft, ample breasts, hugging you tightly, her fur warm and comforting against your cheek. "I knew you would be alright. I would never let anything bad happen to you, you know that. You're safe with me." Her words wrap around you like a lie you want to believe, easing the terror just enough that you don't pull away, even as doubt lingers. She cuddles you closer, rocking gently, her hands stroking your back and tails. "I just knew you were strong enough to handle Rex's love," she murmurs, nuzzling your ear. Rex stands nearby, smirking, his cock still glistening, but she ignores him now, focusing on you. You cling to her, the fear of more "lessons" making you bury your face in her chest, hoping this obedience will earn her real affection. <<silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-3). > <<set $punishmentLevel = 0>> <<set $balance -=3>> <<set $relationship -=6>> /* proportional to -3 */ <<set $feminizationLevel +=1>> <</silently>> Your balance shifts toward submissive (-3). <</switch>> [[Back|Bedroom]]

You can't pay Rex. Rex takes your home as collateral, and you're left with nothing. Game Over.

You can't pay your property taxes. The state takes your home, and you lose everything. Game Over.

You sit on a pool chair, watching her closely."Look at you in that tiny bikini," you say, voice low against her ear. "Those massive tits barely covered, that fat ass begging for attention. You're built like a walking wet dream." She gasps softly. "T-Tails, that's not nice..." <<if $vanillaDom > -5>> She suddenly stands up in the shallow end, water streaming down her enormous body. She climbs out of the pool and towers over you, her fur wet and bright. Her large hand reaches out, gently but firmly cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet her gaze. "Oh sweetie," she scolds in that warm but stern motherly tone, her kind smile not quite hiding the dominant glint in her half-lidded eyes. "If you're going to talk to me like that, you need to learn some manners. I don't appreciate being spoken to so crudely." She squeeses just a bit harder, her gaze sharpening. Before you can reply, she releases your chin with a soft pat on the cheek. "Now go on—dry off and behave yourself. We'll talk when you're in a better mood." She turns away dismissively, slipping back into the water with a graceful splash, leaving you sitting there flushed and humiliated on the lounge chair. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <<else>> She blushes deeper but doesn't make any other moves. She stays lower in the water, trying to hide her breasts as she glances back at you with a mix of protest and flattered arousal. "T-Tails, you shouldn't say things like that..." she murmurs, though her voice lacks real conviction. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> <<set $relationship += 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <</if>>

You stand at the edge of the pool and slowly strip out of your clothes right in front of her, letting your shirt fall first, then pushing your pants and underwear down in one motion. Your cock springs free, already half-hard from watching her swim naked. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes widen slightly as she stares, her gaze lingering on your exposed body before flicking back up to your face, a conflicted flush spreading across her tan cheeks. Without a word you walk down the pool stairs, the cool water rising up your legs as you move behind her floating form. She tenses but doesn't swim away, her enormous naked body bobbing gently in the deeper water, long ears slicked back, huge breasts floating on the surface like soft buoys. <<if $vanillaDom > -15>> She suddenly spins in the water, her massive body pinning you against the pool edge with her weight. "Oh sweetie, thinking you can just grope me like that?" she scolds sternly. "If you're going to act so bold, I'll have to show you who's really in charge." She moves her hands off of you, grabbing the edge of the pool and pulling herself towards you. She uses her breasts to squeeze you aganst the pool side. The hard outer edge of the pool pressures your back, and you gasp for air as she presses on you. Her pressure is unwavering as she stares you in the eyes with an uncaring expression. After a long moment, she backs off. She pats your head. "There we go. Now go sit on the lounge chair and behave. I'll be done soon." She swims away, leaving you flushed and defeated. You go back to the chair and wait for her to finish swimming. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <<else>> You press close from behind, your smaller frame molding against her towering plush back, hands sliding around to grope her massive breasts through the water. The weight of them is incredible even in the buoyancy — soft, heavy, and warm as you squeeze and knead them, thumbs brushing her hardening nipples. Your hardening cock slides between her thick, plush asscheeks, nestling into the warm valley as you start rubbing slowly. The water makes everything slick and smooth, her soft flesh enveloping you completely with each gentle thrust. "Someday I'm going to own this body completely," you whisper against her wet ear, voice low and possessive. "Every inch of you will be mine. This fat ass, these huge tits, that needy pussy — all of it. You're going to be my personal fucktoy, aren't you?" She gasps sharply, the sound echoing across the water. "Tails, that won't..." she protests weakly, her voice trembling with nervousness, but her hips push back against you slightly despite herself, her plush asscheeks squeezing around your cock as arousal mixes with her reluctance. The water ripples around you both as you keep rubbing, sliding your length back and forth between her cheeks, the head brushing teasingly against her slick folds with every stroke. You keep whispering while you grind against her, one hand still mauling her heavy breast, the other sliding down to grip her hip for leverage. "Imagine it — you on your knees every morning, sucking me off before breakfast. Crawling around the house naked with a collar and leash. Begging me to breed you whenever I snap my fingers." The water makes the friction slick and teasing, her massive ass cushioning every movement as you thrust faster, the head of your cock catching on her entrance again and again without slipping inside. She trembles harder now, conflicted whimpers escaping her as her body betrays her, hips rocking back to meet your grinding. "T-Tails... someone might see..." she protests again, but her voice is breathier, her huge breasts heaving in your grip as the pleasure builds. The sensation of her soft, warm asscheeks squeezing around your cock, the cool water contrasting with her body heat, and the way she keeps pushing back despite her words finally pushes you over the edge. You groan against her ear and cum hard, thick ropes of seed spurting underwater above her plush ass and slowly drifting away. You keep grinding through the orgasm, milking every drop against her cheeks until you're spent and panting. She stays still for a moment, breathing heavily, her body still trembling with her own conflicted arousal before she finally pulls away slightly, glancing back at you with flushed cheeks. "Tails... that was... you really shouldn't have done that out here," she murmurs, though her voice lacks real anger. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <</if>>

You remove your clothes and sit on the stairs of the pool, the water lapping at your waist as you spread your legs. "Vanilla, come here. I need your mouth right now." <<if $vanillaDom > -25>> She wades over slowly through the shallow end, her enormous naked body cutting through the water, huge breasts swaying heavily with each step. Her half-lidded eyes look confused at first, then narrow slightly as she stops right in front of you, towering above your seated form. "Oh sweetie," she says in that warm but stern motherly tone, one large hand gently settling on your sholder. "You really think you can just snap your fingers and demand Mommy's mouth whenever you feel like it? After all the trouble you've been causing lately?" She leans down closer, her massive, free breasts directly in your view, her voice dropping to a soft but scolding whisper. "No, no. If you're going to act like a naughty little fox who needs to be put in his place, then Mommy is going to teach you a lesson." Before you can protest or pull away, her strong hands yank you forward off the stairs. She twists and sits on the stairs. You barely have time to gasp before she forces your head underwater, shoving your face directly between her thick thighs. Her enormous pussy presses against your mouth as she locks her powerful legs around your head, holding you down with effortless strength. The water rushes into your ears and nose as you start to struggle, bubbles exploding around your face. "Mmm, that's better," she murmurs above the surface, her voice calm and almost bored as she grinds her hips slowly, using your tongue. "Lick properly, sweetie. Your only coming back up when mommy cums. Naughty boys who demand things need to learn their place." You thrash harder, lungs burning as the lack of air hits you. Your hands slap at her thick thighs, trying to push her away, but her legs are like steel cables, keeping your face crushed against her slick folds. She doesn't loosen her grip even a little. Instead she rocks her hips more deliberately, smothering you completely while she sighs contentedly above the water. You desperately lick at her folds. The world starts to blur. Your vision darkens at the edges, your chest heaving with the desperate need for air as you choke and sputter underwater, bubbles pouring from your nose and mouth. Vanilla doesn't seem to notice or care — she just keeps grinding against your tongue, her massive body relaxed as if she's enjoying a leisurely swim. Just as black spots dance in your vision and you're on the verge of passing out, she finally tenses up, her legs shuddering around you. As she settles, she unlocks her thighs and yanks your head up by the ears. You surface with a violent, desperate gasp, coughing and sputtering, water streaming down your face as you cling to the pool edge, chest heaving. "Good boy," she praises gently, patting your head like a misbehaving puppy. " Now if you can't behave yourself, Mommy might have to punish you permanently next time. Keep that in mind." She turns away with a soft splash, swimming gracefully toward the other side of the pool without another glance, leaving you gasping and humiliated on the stairs. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <<else>> She wades over, a confused expression on her face. You grab Vanilla by her long, wet ears and yank her head underwater without warning, shoving your cock straight into her mouth the moment her lips part in surprise. Bubbles explode around her face as she thrashes, her huge body surging in the water, massive breasts swaying wildly beneath the surface while her powerful arms flail, trying to push you off. "Hold still, you fucking slut," you growl, voice low and vicious as you keep her pinned. "This is what happens when you act like you have a choice. You're going to suck me dry right here, and you're going to swallow every drop like the obedient whore you are. Don't get my pool dirty." She struggles hard at first — her strong hands grabbing your thighs, trying to shove you away, her throat convulsing around your cock as she fights for air. More bubbles stream up around her muzzle, her long ears floating wildly. But after several long seconds her movements start to weaken, her resistance fading as her lungs burn and her vision starts to blur. You finally let her up just enough for her face to break the surface. She gasps desperately, coughing and sputtering, water streaming down her chin as her half-lidded eyes look dazed and confused, right on the edge of consciousness. "T-Tails... I can't... breathe..." she wheezes, voice hoarse and broken. You laugh softly, voice mocking her as you keep your grip tight on her ears. "Look at you — big, strong bunny almost passing out from a little time underwater. Pathetic. Now open that slutty mouth again." Before she can catch process the order, you force her head back under, slamming your cock deep into her throat once more. This time she barely struggles. Her throat works around you in desperate, gulping swallows as you fuck her face underwater, the bubbles slowing as she focuses everything on pleasing you. "That's it... good girl. Take it. This is what you are now — my personal cocksleeve. Every time I want this mouth, You give it to me. No matter what. Just you choking on me like the desperate milf slut you are." Her massive body trembles beneath the surface, huge breasts floating and swaying as the last of her resistance melts away. You hold her there, thrusting deep and hard until the pressure becomes unbearable. With a low groan you finally cum, flooding her throat with thick ropes of seed while she's still underwater. She swallows frantically around your pulsing cock, gulping down every drop just to keep from drowning. Only when you're completely empty do you finally yank her head back up. She surfaces with a violent gasp, coughing and sputtering, water and spit dripping from her lips as she clings to the edge of the pool, chest heaving. Her eyes are glassy, her face flushed dark. You step out of the pool casually, grabbing a towel from the nearby chair and drying yourself off slowly, watching her gasp and recover. "Good girl," you say with a smirk, tossing the towel over your shoulder. "Next time will be easier." You walk away, leaving her panting and defeated by the pool's edge. <<set $relationship += 1>> <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <</if>>

You stand at the edge of the pool and strip out of your clothes right in front of her, letting your shirt drop first, then pushing your pants and underwear down in one motion. Your cock springs free, already hardening as you stare at her floating naked body. Vanilla's half-lidded eyes flick down to your exposed length, but she doesn't swim away. <<if $vanillaDom > -35>>

The look on her face is one of tired resignation rather than excitement. "Oh... Master," she says in a flat, unenthusiastic voice, clearly forcing the words just to keep you happy. "You want to use your slave wife again? Of course... whatever you desire." She wades closer slowly, but her movements lack any real heat. Before you can grab her or harass her, her two of her thick fingers wrap around your cock. She strokes you with practiced efficiency — quick and mechanical, like she's trying to finish a chore. "Mmm... your cock is so... impressive," she murmurs in the same bored tone, the words sounding scripted. "So big and strong... I love being your little slut..." She clearly doesn't mean a word of it, but she keeps the dirty talk going anyway, just enough to occupy you. You try to protest, voice strained. "Vanilla, wait — that's not what I — ah!" But she cuts you off by slipping one thick finger straight into your ass without warning, curling it firmly against your prostate while her other hand pumps your cock faster. The sudden intrusion makes your knees buckle in the water. "Shhh, Master," she says softly, a little more interested now. "Let your obedient wife take care of you... you like this, don't you? My fingers in your tight little hole while I stroke your cute little cock..." Her two fingers on your shaft work with ruthless efficiency, squeezing and twisting in just the right way while the one in your ass presses and rubs relentlessly. You try to squirm away, cheeks burning with humiliation, but the hand on your ass holds you tightly. "It's okay, Master... just cum for me... be a good boy and finish quickly so I can go back to swimming..." The combination is too much. Your protests die in your throat as the pleasure spikes hard and fast. She speaks in the same flat, unenthusiastic voice. "Look at how fast you're throbbing... such a tiny, eager cock... it doesn't take much at all, does it? Just two fingers and you're already leaking with desperation..." You cum with a humiliated groan, spurting weakly into the water as her fingers milk every drop. She doesn't even flinch — she just keeps stroking until you're twitching and spent, then slowly pulls her hand away. "There we go," she says calmly, patting your head. "All done. Now run along and dry off, sweetie. Mommy needs to finish her swim." She turns away without another word, her enormous naked body gliding gracefully through the water as she swims off toward the deep end, leaving you standing there naked, humiliated, and dripping on the pool steps. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> <<set $relationship -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <<else>> She stays in place, treading water, her enormous breasts bobbing on the surface as she watches you with nervous obedience. You walk down the pool stairs, the cool water rising around you, and move straight to her. She trembles slightly but doesn't resist when you grab her wide hips and pull her close, pressing your smaller frame against her towering plush body. "That's it," you murmur against her wet ear, "you're going to take it right here in the water like the obedient slut you are." Your cock slides between her thick thighs and finds her slick entrance. With one firm thrust you bury yourself inside her enormous, warm pussy, the size difference making her plush walls stretch easily around you while still gripping you in soft, velvet heat. She gasps sharply, her massive body rocking forward in the water from the sudden intrusion, but she forces herself to stay in place, legs spreading wider to let you deeper. "M-Master..." she whispers, voice shaky as she tries to sound submissive, "your cock feels... so good inside me..." The dirty talk sounds a little forced, like she's making herself say it, but she keeps going anyway, her hips starting to roll back against you in slow circles. "Please... use your slutty bunny... fuck me harder..." You start thrusting steadily, the water splashing around you both as her enormous body rocks with every snap of your hips. Her huge breasts bounce heavily in the water, nipples hard and brushing your chest, while her plush ass jiggles against your pelvis with each deep stroke. You can't help but tease her. "Such a good bunny. You couldn't live wihout me so now you live under me. What a useless slut." Her expression twitches a bit as she squirms a little more — her thick thighs trembling. She forces more dirty talk through gritted teeth. "Y-yes... I'm your whore... my big pussy is all yours... fill me up, Master... breed your obedient pet..." The water makes everything slick and weightless, her massive form enveloping you completely as you pound into her, the wet sounds of her pussy mixing with the gentle lapping of the pool. You keep thrusting harder, gripping her wide hips for leverage, while she continues between gasps. "My body... belongs to you... I'm just a hole for you to use... please... don't stop..." The combination of her filthy words, her squirming yet obedient body, and the way her enormous pussy milks you with every thrust finally pushes you over the edge. You bury yourself as deep as you can and cum hard inside her, flooding her vast depths with thick ropes of seed while the water swirls around you both. She shudders against you, a soft, conflicted moan escaping her as she feels you fill her. You stay inside her for a long moment, catching your breath, before slowly pulling out. Vanilla stays floating there, breathing heavily, her huge breasts rising and falling as your cum leaks from her pussy into the water. <<set $vanillaDom -= 1>> [[Continue|Pool]] <</if>>

You watch from the pool edge as Rex pulls Vanilla into the shallow end, the water lapping at their waists. His muscular black wolf arms wrap around her, and he leans in, kissing her deeply right in front of you. Vanilla's huge breasts press against his chest as she tilts her head, letting the kiss linger. She pulls back just enough to glance at you over Rex's shoulder, her half-lidded eyes sparkling with teasing mischief. "It's just a kiss, sweetie," she says sweetly, her voice light and playful. "Rex told me it's just a greeting in France. Nothing to get worked up about." You shift uncomfortably on the lounge chair, the knot in your stomach tightening. Vanilla notices immediately. Her kind smile widens into something almost innocent as she tilts her head. "Oh, look at that face. You still don't believe me? Here — let me prove it to you." She turns to Rex and murmurs something low in his ear. The big black wolf grins, his sharp teeth flashing as he wades straight toward you. You try to back away, scrambling up from the chair. "Wait — no, I don't —" But Rex is faster. His powerful arms catch you before you can escape, one thick hand gripping the back of your neck while the other wraps around your waist. He yanks you forward into the shallow water, pulling your smaller body flush against his muscular chest. Before you can protest again, his muzzle crashes down on yours in a deep, forceful kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips without hesitation, claiming your mouth as his large hand slides down to grope your ass firmly, squeezing one cheek through your swimsuit. You squirm and push against his chest, trying to twist away, but his grip is iron — he holds you tight, kissing you harder, his tongue exploring your mouth while his fingers knead your ass possessively. Vanilla watches from a few feet away, still smiling that sweet, motherly smile. "See, Tails? It's just a friendly kiss. Rex is very good at greetings, isn't he? Just relax and let him show you how it's done. There's nothing wrong with a little affection between friends... or family." Her voice stays calm and reassuring while Rex continues molesting you — his hand squeezing your ass harder, pulling your hips against his growing bulge under the water. "You're doing so well, sweetie. Just let it happen. Mommy's right here watching. Doesn't it feel nice?" Rex finally pulls back from the kiss with a low chuckle, a string of saliva connecting your lips for a second before it breaks. He gives your ass one last firm grope, then turns back to Vanilla. "Mmm, I love my girls," he rumbles, his deep voice carrying across the water as he wades back to her. He pulls her into another deep kiss, his hands roaming openly over her huge breasts and thick ass, groping her shamelessly right in front of you. You stand there dripping and flushed, trying to protest. "Vanilla, this isn't — you can't just —" But she ignores you completely, moaning softly into Rex's mouth as his hands squeeze her plush body. She doesn't even glance your way again, too lost in the kiss and the way Rex is manhandling her in the shallow water. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> [[Continue|Pool]]

You watch from the pool edge as Rex stands in the deep end, his muscular body glistening with water, his thick canine cock already hard and bobbing just below the surface. Vanilla is floating nearby, her enormous naked breasts buoyant in the water, long ears slicked back. She turns toward you with that sweet, motherly smile and beckons you closer with one hand. "Oh, Tails, sweetie," she calls out warmly, beckoning you closer with one finger. "You've been standing there watching for so long. Why don't you come join us in the water? It's much nicer up close... and I think you might like a little extra... attention." She beckons you with a gentle curl of her finger, her enormous naked body on full display — huge breasts floating, thick thighs spread slightly in the water, her kind smile never wavering as she adds softly, "Come on, strip down and get in. Be a good boy for Mommy." You hesitate, but her sweet tone and the sight of her naked curves make it hard to refuse. Slowly you undress on the edge, folding your clothes neatly before stepping down the stairs into the cool water. The moment you're close enough, Vanilla's large hand suddenly grabs the back of your head. She turns to Rex with a casual smile, as if discussing the weather. "Rex, darling, would you like my little Tails to help you? I think he'd look so cute with your cock in his mouth." Rex grins, his sharp teeth flashing. Vanilla's voice drops into something crueler as she yanks your head forward. "Besides... I want to watch him choke a little. It'll be funny." You have just enough time to realize yo've been tricked — your eyes widen in panic as you open your mouth to protest — before she forces your head underwater, shoving your muzzle directly against Rex's still-hard, knotted canine cock. "There we go," she says sweetly to Rex above the surface, completely ignoring your thrashing. "Hold still, sweetie. Rex needs this." Bubbles explode from your nose as you struggle, lungs burning instantly. Vanilla keeps chatting with Rex, her voice calm and flirtatious while she holds your head down with both hands. "Mmm, doesn't he look cute down there? All squirmy and desperate. I think it'll take a bit before he learns to behave." Rex chuckles, thrusting lazily into your mouth. "Yeah, babe. Our little pet's got a tight throat." You thrash harder, hands slapping at Rex's thighs, vision starting to blur as black spots dance at the edges. Just as you're on the verge of blacking out, Vanilla yanks your head up. You surface with a violent, desperate gasp, coughing and sputtering, water pouring from your mouth and nose as your chest heaves. Vanilla and Rex both laugh softly. "Aww, look at him," she coos, patting your wet cheek like a misbehaving puppy. "Gasping like a little fish. You should be grateful to be useful to Rex, sweetie. Not every boy gets to serve a big strong wolf like him." Rex smirks, stroking her breast casually. "Yeah, keep sucking like a good girl and maybe we'll let you up before you pass out." Before you can even catch your breath, Vanilla forces your head back underwater, shoving your mouth onto Rex's cock again. This time she holds you down longer, her grip unrelenting as Rex starts thrusting into your throat. You choke and struggle, bubbles pouring out, but she just keeps flirting with him above the surface. "Mmm, he feels good, doesn't he, Rex? My little Tails is such a quick learner." The humiliation, the burning in your lungs, and the relentless thrusting finally push Rex over the edge. He knots against your lips and cums hard, flooding your mouth and throat with thick, bitter seed. You have no choice but to swallow desperately while still underwater, your vision fading. Only when Rex is finished does Vanilla finally yank your head up again. You surface gasping violently, coughing and retching as you cling to the pool edge, chest heaving, tears mixing with pool water on your face. Vanilla and Rex stay where they are, completely ignoring you now. She leans in and kisses him deeply, her huge breasts pressing against his muscular chest as their hands roam over each other. Rex's fingers squeeze her plush ass while she moans softly into his mouth. You stay slumped against the edge, panting and humiliated, watching them. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> [[Continue|Pool]]

Rex grins, already peeling off his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. You hesitate, but Vanilla takes your hand gently and leads you both toward the pool steps, her towering body swaying as she walks. "It'll be fun," she whispers to you, squeezing your fingers. "Just relax and enjoy the water with us." Once at the edge, Rex strips completely, his thick canine cock already half-hard as he slips into the water. Vanilla follows, sliding the bikini off slowly and tossing it aside, her enormous naked body glistening as she lowers herself in. She turns to you expectantly. "Your turn, sweetie. Don't be shy — it's just us." You strip awkwardly under their gazes, then step into the pool. The moment you're in the water, Rex moves in close. His strong hands roam freely — one groping Vanilla's huge breast while the other slides down to squeeze your ass underwater. He leans in and kisses Vanilla deeply, their tongues meeting as his fingers knead both of you possessively. Vanilla moans softly into the kiss, but she makes sure to glance at you, her eyes sparkling with teasing mischief as Rex's other hand explores your body too. Rex breaks the kiss with a low growl and turns Vanilla around, pressing her massive body against the edge of the pool. He mounts her doggy style right there, his thick black wolf cock thrusting into her with one powerful stroke. Vanilla gasps loudly, "~Daddy!" her huge breasts squish against the tiles as Rex starts pounding her from behind, the water splashing with every deep thrust. "Present that ass, boy," Rex orders you gruffly, not even looking away from Vanilla's back. "Stand on the deck and bend over for me." You hesitate, but Vanilla turns her head, panting between thrusts. "Be a good boy for Rex, Tails... do as he says. Or it'll be you down here." Her voice is breathy and teasing as Rex fucks her harder. You hesitantly climb out of the pool and stand on the deck, water dripping from your fur as you bend over the edge, presenting your ass to Rex. The cool air feels freezing against your wet skin, making you shiver. Your face burns with humiliation as you spread your legs slightly, knowing exactly what’s coming. Every instinct screams at you to run, but Vanilla’s expectant gaze and Rex’s low growl keep you frozen in place. Rex doesn’t miss a beat. Still buried deep inside Vanilla, he leans forward and drags his broad, rough tongue straight across your hole. The sudden wet heat makes you jolt. His tongue is thick and insistent, circling your entrance before pushing inside, lapping at you with shameless hunger. The obscene, sloppy sounds of him eating your ass mix with the wet slapping of his hips against Vanilla’s plush cheeks, the water rippling around all three of you. You feel completely exposed — your smaller body bent over the edge while the massive black wolf uses you like a toy. The humiliation burns hot in your chest as his tongue delves deeper, swirling and probing, the slick pressure sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through you even as shame makes your stomach twist. Vanilla moans loudly, her enormous body rocking forward with every powerful thrust from Rex. Her voice is breathy and teasing between gasps. "That’s it... good boy, Tails... let Rex take care of you too. We’re such a happy little family now, aren’t we? Mommy, Daddy Rex, and our sweet little fox." She pants harder as Rex slams into her again. "Thank him, sweetie... thank Rex for taking care of me... and for taking care of you too..." You try to stay quiet, biting your lip hard, but she keeps urging you on between moans, her voice growing more insistent. "Say it... thank him... for fucking Mommy so good... and for using you like this too... for turning you into good boy for us..." The combination of Rex’s relentless tongue fucking your ass and Vanilla’s coaxing words breaks you. The humiliation peaks as you finally choke out the words between shaky gasps. "Th-thank you, Rex... for taking care of her... and for teaching me to love what you do to me..." Vanilla smiles through her moans, her huge breasts bouncing wildly against the pool edge. "Good boy..." Rex growls in approval, his tongue pressing even deeper for a few more humiliating seconds. Then he pulls back, straightens up, and slams into Vanilla one final time. With a deep, animalistic snarl he cums hard inside her, his knot swelling as thick ropes of seed flood her pussy. Vanilla moans loudly in pleasure, her body shuddering through her own orgasm while Rex keeps pumping into her. He finally pulls out slowly, leaving her leaking into the water. Then he gives your ass one last slap before relaxing at Vanilla’s side. You stay slumped against the pool edge, dripping and trembling, the taste of humiliation thick in your throat as you watch them. <<set $vanillaDom += 1>> [[Continue|Pool]]

You decide not to push it and just watch from the lounge chair. [[Continue|Pool]]

<<if $vanillaDom > 15>> <<if $storyProgress == 2>> "V-Vanilla, I'm not really okey with you doing that in my pool, especially not with Rex." Vanilla notices your protest and smiles sweetly. "Oh, don't be like that, sweetie. Come watch closer if you're so curious." [[Continue|NTRPool2_Sub]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 4>> Vanilla frows. "//Now//, Sweetie." [[Continue|NTRPool4_Sub]] <<elseif $storyProgress == 9>> Vanilla's smile sharpens. "Sweetie. We dont have to have some retraining, do we?" Your hands instinctively cover your rear, mind returning to all of the different meathods she's used to keep you in line. Her eyes narrow. "I thought not." [[Continue|NTRPool6_Sub]] <</if>> <<else>> They stop, you wouldn't put it past them to try again later. [[Back|Pool]] <</if>>