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"Oh!! This feeling is so weird!"
Sparky howled as his crimson member was pressed under the weight of that perfect foot.
"You like this, you sickening creature?"
Lyssandra spat out, the wicked pleasure in her voice as she applied more pressure, her toes digging into the fleshy meat.
"N-no! I—no! I love this, Master! Please step harder!"
Sparky howled, his breaths becoming faster and faster as his hips bucked involuntarily beneath her foot.
Spelunck-spelunch-spelunch!
"You really went ahead and did whatever you wanted, didn't you?"
"How does it feel to be stepped on like this, hmm?"
Lyssandra grinned as she applied pressure with her bare heel then slid it down the base of the wolf's cock before shifting her weight forward, changing the pressure to bear down on his member with her toes instead.
The lightning wolf's eyes rolled back as conflicting sensations shot through his body.
"M-master, I couldn't h-he help it! Please!"
His voice cracked between pleasure and need.
His hips bucked wildly as pre-cum gushed from his tip.
A thick line of white cum slowly oozed out, smearing across the toes pressing against his shaft.
"**What? Cumming already?"
Lyssandra's eyes widened with annoyance.
"I-im sorry, Master!"
Sparky jumped up, only to be pushed down again with her foot, wiping away the white mess onto his fur.
"Please punish me, Master! I was a bad doggy!"
The pathetic whining sound of the wolf erupted.
"How embarrassing for you to beg like this."
Naya commented from the side, her eyes filled with revolt.
"Trying so hard to get humiliated, heh? How will you look in the eyes of your kin now?"
Luna added, twisting the knife even deeper.
This kind of feeling was strange—being stepped on and belittled in front of everyone yet Sparky couldn't stop it. Or rather… he didn't want to stop it.
Inside his mind, something was budding, and judging by the twisted pleasure blooming through him, it wasn't a good thing.
His ears folded back as shame-red painted his black and yellow face. But beneath it…
Nod.
"Yes! P-please punish me any way you l-like, Master! I w-want it!" The twisted confession spilled from his lips as his cock swelled again.
"First, clean your mess."
Lyssandra pointed her toes still slicking with his own cum toward his mouth.
Sparky licked, a sudden movement to bring his tongue toward her foot and lap hungrily at every drop coating it like it was sustenance itself, rather than demeaning self-humiliation.
"Ahh~… b-but this feels like reward for you instead."
She withdrew her foot, trailing it from his chin, down to his neck, then across his furry chest before finally wrapping her slick toes around his throbbing cockhead.
"It is twitching like crazy. You're really loving this, aren't you?"
She smiled, a knowing smirk twisting her full lips.
"Looks like this slutty wolf needs a tougher punishment, doesn't it? Now stick that fluffy tail right here."
Sparky's ears shot backward in understanding before using his powerful hind legs to push his body closer to Lyssandra while his hip bucked uncontrollably.
"Keep shaking it like that but you better not cum before I allow it."
Lyssandra commanded, voice dripping with sadistic glee.
One minute passed as Sparky's hips shook faster and more frantically, muscles taut with the strain of holding back the inevitable.
schlup… schlup…
"M-Master, c-can I c-cum n-now?!"
The wolf's eyes rolled back, his voice breaking into desperate whines.
"Not yet. Faster!"
Lyssandra commanded, voice like velvet wrapped over steel.
"Looks like you've gotten dirty, you should feel ashamed."
plap… plap… plap…
Morgana's six red eyes cast downward at this pathetic display, yet her pussy throbbed so intensely that even through the gossamer fabric of her web-spun dress, anyone looking would spot the moistening at her thighs.
Those watching felt the same stirring arousal as they wished to be in his place, feeling their mistress's foot pressing against them, stepping on their cocks instead.
"Th-that's right, why cant you pick something n-normal?"
Luna grumbled internally.
'I should have been h-humiliated like that, not some stupid dog.'
Her inner voice seethed with envy.
Two more minutes passed.
"Can I C c-c-come n-n-now, Master?!"
Sparky's entire body went rigid, hips now a complete blur of movement, he was losing control whether he wanted to or not.
"No! Hold it back!"
Sparky's entire body locked up.
Then… Lyssandra pressed her big toe and the second toe harder, trapping the wolf's swollen cockhead between them.
The sudden intense stimulation was too much. Too overwhelming.
SCHLRP—SHT—PWOW!
Sparky's cock twitched violently, then his entire body jerked upward as an explosive jet of white cum shot forward, splattering messy across his own muzzle before pooling in a slick pool on his stomach.
"Oh no! Even though I told you not to, why did you squirt like that?!"
Lyssandra hid a truly sadistic smile behind the back of her hand as she carefully lifted her fishnet-clad feet from the mess beneath.
"Sparky?"
But no response came—
The wolf remained immersed, lost in post-orgasmic bliss, his cock still spurring pathetically as small amounts of white semen dribbling down the shaft.
"I guess we will continue your punishment… another time then."
Lyssandra turned and left with a smirk, heels clicking across the floor as her group trailed behind. Morgana with her long and elegance legs, the Bloom Mothers in their slinking arousal, Luna with a wistful envy in her fluid form.
She left Sparky still shuddering, collapsed in his own mess.
Cum-coated fur twitched as post-orgasmic waves rolled through the Lightning Wolf's twitching form.
The sounds of his recovery filled the now-empty space where she'd stood, only the faint scent of arousal and shame hanging in the air.
And deep within Sparky and other women racing hearts, that wrong little seed of submission took a deeper root.
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Inside the palace of the Kingdom of Indyrge
Knock knock knock!
"Princess Rosalinda, it's me, can I come in?"
Ysabel stood before the door, her armored hand poised to knock again. She shifted her weight, steel gauntlets clicking against leather.
"You haven't come out of your room in two days… Are you feeling unwell?"
Her tone shifted from formal to… concerned.
After a short moment, the clacking sound of a lock turning, and then… the door opened only a tiny crack.
Peaking out was Rosalinda's weary, red-rimmed eye.
"I'm fine. You can leave."
Her voice sounded thin, exhausted.
"Bu—but, your highness—"
The door closed again.
"I said fine! Now go away!"*
A louder, muffled yell erupted from inside the chamber.
Ysabel flinched, her brow furrowed beneath her helmet.
"P-please take care of your body, your highness…"
She stepped away slowly, guilt clawing at her chest even as duty commanded her to intervene… but orders were orders.
Inside… darkness claimed everything like a suffocating blanket.
Chairs were knocked over, legs pointing upward in chaos.
Silk sheets, once pristine and elegant, lay twisted and tangled around the bed's canopy like the bedsheets of a maddened sleeping beauty, abandoned halfway down, dragged by restless dreams or waking nightmares.
Velvet and lace pillows were tossed everywhere, some crumpled on the floor, others left gaping mouthed against the wall.
Dresses spilled from an open wardrobe in a magnificent cascade of chaos, gold silk tangled with cream velvet, and deep crimson fabrics cascading onto the floor in disregard of their worth.
Nearby, a tall mirror leaned against the wall, its polished surface now smudged with palm prints, the silver frame catching lamplight with harsh, unflattering glare.
And in the corner…
A crystal vase, once overflowing with fragrant roses, now stood empty save for withered petals the color of bruised flesh. They had been knocked over, their roots exposed and forgotten like hope itself had died there.
CRACK.
Another sound more muffled this time. Sound of a fist meeting silk as the sobbing built into desperate wails.
Hiccup. "What did she d-d-do to my boddy…"
Rosalinda's words dissolved into wrenching sobs as she hugged her knees, lying on the messy bed.
"And now it won't go down! sniff… I can't meet anyone else!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the bedding beneath her. She reached up to wipe them with the back of her hand, only to notice how swollen her eyes had become from crying.
The red-haired girl forced herself to look down at her lap.
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