This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Pup's Punishment
He shouldn't have done it: he knew that. But it had been so tempted to lean back against the cool wall of the shower and moan out his pleasure as his senses tingled under the spray of hot water. Of course, Dora always said that he had the shower too cold for her but it was just right for him and that was all that mattered as he wrapped his paw around his shaft, pumping and teasing himself to the edge over and over again. It had been too long since he'd gotten off, his mistress away on a mission, and he just wanted to feel her paw on him again so badly, the poor, little 'yote who really should have known better than to trifle with a mistress who was quick to lay down the law and whatever cruelly kinky punishment too that she saw fit.
Caught with his cum spurting, Yote knew he was in for it but he remembered little of it as he was hauled out of the shower by the scruff of his neck and the taste of regret thick in his mouth. She screamed something about coming home early to surprise him, that she'd had so much in store for him but he'd just gone and ruined it. That wasn't all that difficult to believe, in all honesty. It was funny how things like that happened so quickly that all that came around it was a blur, the pleasure of his orgasm but a distant memory as his punishment began.
Hindsight, however, was a wonderful thing as he lay in the latex vac-bed, his senses cut off and his backside stinging vehemently from the seemingly most brutal beating that she'd delivered to him in months. The latex clung to every feature and bump in his form, flattening even his thick fur down to his body so that he was, surely, just a coyote-shaped lump in the bed, a hole and tube fed to his muzzle so that he could breathe through it. But he wouldn't have put it past Dora to block off that tube from time to time too, a fact and a threat that set his heart racing every time his chest felt just a little bit too tight for comfort. Was she doing it? Controlling his air supply? He could not tell whether it was his own over-active imagination at work or the divine cruelty of her paw.
There were other things to take note of too, most notably the thick vibrator wedged up under his tail. He wriggled, or at least tried to, feeling it shift slightly but not budge. Of course, it would not come out until she was good and done with him, a bulge at the base that was not entirely unlike a canine knot forcing it deep up into his tail hole, the vibrator threatening to buzz to life at a moment's notice. He'd felt it once already in the bed, his fur damp with sweat, as she'd turned it on briefly just to give him a taste of what was to come, his cock throbbing painfully as if it too regretted the orgasm he'd stolen in her supposed absence.
Panting heavily, he struggled to control his breath, the latex seeming to close in on him even more although there was, truly, no space for it to move into. It was already as tight around him as it was possible to go.
Steps? Was that Dora? He wasn't sure if the drumming of his own heartbeat in his ears was playing tricks on he swore her shadow passed over him too, his dominant mistress surely stalking around him. Or was he imagining it, merely to be left in the vac-bed overnight until he had well enough learned his lesson? Heavens... He groaned, trying to roll his head back as the latex drew in restrictively. What if she left him in there for days? Could he even survive in there for days?
