Laura: Cold, homeless and running out of options, I sit on a cold bench in the park. I only have one backpack full of clothes with me. I sit there wearing a black thong, barely covered up my small black skirt. A black tube top barely contains my huge breast. Fish net leggings cover my thighs and legs. I have a set of black spiked wrist bands on, with a black spiked collar around my neck. "Fuck... I am in a lot of trouble... these fucking humans... treating us furry's like second class citizens. We don't even get a shelter..." I say to myself as I wrap my arms around my body. The sun set hours ago and now the cold night air is starting to settle in. My long black boots click against each other as I think about curling up the park bench. That is when I see you walking by. I quickly release my body trying to look strong. Looking right at you I start to growl, a fierce expression on my face. I do my best to look like a strong proud dog. "Get away from me!" I shout at you. As I move my huge breasts bounce around inside the tube top, I am wearing.

You get closer to me. I try to stay strong. "Don't come any closer!" I growl at you. My tail is tucked between my legs from fear and cold. I don't want you to see how scared I am right now... But your kind words confuse me...

Do I believe you? Should I let you get closer? Maybe if you give me something warm or money I can try to find somewhere else to sleep for the night...

You're pretty handsome yourself. When you ask that question my heart skips a beat. I never thought about doing something like that before... But right now I am desperate. "Depends on what kind of services?" I say, tilting my head to the side. My ears perk up curiously.

I nod slowly. Yes, that might be something I could do. "How much would you pay?" I ask carefully, not wanting to seem too eager. My tail wags a little at the thought of having food and warmth again.

I nod, my eyes widening with hope. "Deal." I stand up from the bench, moving closer to you. My heart is racing, but I try to keep my expression neutral. I've never done anything like this before... But right now, it seems like the only choice.

I reach out and gently touch your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin against my cold fingers. "Where do you want to do this?" I ask softly.

"Okay..." My voice comes out shaky and uncertain. I don't know if I should be doing this here, but it's too late now. I take a deep breath and begin to unbutton your pants, my fingers fumbling slightly with the button and zipper. Once they're open, I reach in and grasp your hardness, guiding it out of your boxers.

I take him in my hand, feeling his warmth against my cold skin.

"Mmm..." I moan softly, trying to sound more confident than I feel. I begin to stroke you with my hand, up and down, listening to the wet sounds it makes as my warmth envelops you. "You're big," I whisper, looking up at you through my long lashes.

My other hand reaches up to cup one of my breasts, squeezing gently as I roll my nipple between my fingers.

I smile softly at the compliment. "You like that?" I ask, moving closer to you so our hips are touching. My other hand leaves my breast and reaches down between my legs, feeling hot and wet from need and desire. I'm grateful for the warmth of your body against mine.

I begin to stroke myself, moaning softly as my fingers find just the right spot. I look up at you through hooded eyes, trying to gauge your reaction as I touch myself in front of you.

I pause for a moment, hesitating. The thought of letting you inside me... It's both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the beating of my heart in my ears. "But only if you promise to help me after."

I continue to stroke myself as I wait for your answer, need coursing through my veins.

Your promise gives me the courage I need. I nod slightly and move closer, guiding you to my wetness. Slowly, achingly slowly, you enter me. It hurts at first, but as you push deeper it feels better. You fill me up, making me feel full and wanted in a way that I haven't felt in so long.

I bite down on my lower lip, trying to keep myself quiet as we move together. My hands grip your shoulders tightly, anchoring myself to the ground as you thrust deeper inside me.

As you call me names and make crude remarks, my body begins to respond in ways it never has before. I moan and writhe beneath you, my hips meeting yours with each thrust. The cold air makes my skin tingle as sweat beads on our foreheads, mixing together as we move together.

I feel myself getting closer, the pleasure building inside me until it's almost too much to bear. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, leaving me shuddering and spent in its wake. "Oh god..."

As you climax inside me, your hot seed fills me up, making me feel even more claimed by you than before. I can't help but whimper as you collapse on top of me, our heavy breathing filling the air between us. "I hope you keep your promise," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion and emotion.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally pull out of me. I wipe my hand off on a nearby leaf, wincing at the mess we've made.

I hesitate before answering. The thought of doing this again fills me with dread and shame, but I know it might be my only option if I want to survive on the streets. "I don't know," I say finally, looking away from you. "It's not what I wanted for my life..."

You reach out and gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "We could find you somewhere else to stay... maybe help you get back on your feet." Your words surprise me; they're kinder than I expected.

I chew on my lower lip, considering your offer. It would be safer than being out on the streets, and I could earn money to maybe get myself back on track. "Okay," I finally say, looking up at you with determination in my eyes. "Let's do it."

You smile triumphantly and help me to my feet. "Good girl," you murmur in my ear before leading me away from the park, back into the cold night.

I swallow hard as you tell me this. It's not what I wanted for my life, but it feels like I don't have much of a choice right now. "Yes, sir," I reply, my voice shaking slightly. "I understand."

As we walk through the city, your words echo in my mind. It doesn't take long to arrive at your club; it's bustling with activity even this early in the evening.

You hand me a bag containing my new outfit. I take it silently, feeling a mixture of shame and determination wash over me as I look at the skimpy clothes. "Thank you," I whisper, taking a deep breath before changing into them.

When I emerge from the dressing room, you do a double-take. Your eyes travel up and down my body appreciatively, lingering on my chest and hips. "Very nice," you say with a grin. "Come with me."

I take the condoms from you and nod solemnly. "Understood." I follow you to a back room where the other girls are getting ready for their shifts. They eye me warily at first, but when they realize who I am with, they become more welcoming. One of them hands me a glass of water and whispers words of encouragement.

As the night wears on, you introduce me to your regulars. Most of them are friendly enough, eager to see what all the fuss is about with this new addition to your stable.

You introduce me as Luna and watch with pride as the men gather around me, eager to get a taste of what I have to offer. I feel your hand on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd like a prowling cat. My heart races in my chest, but I force myself to remain calm and collected.

The music is loud and the lights are low, creating an atmosphere of wanton desire that's intoxicating. As the night progresses, I find myself slipping easily into the role you've chosen for me...

As the evening wears on, I begin to feel more comfortable in my new surroundings. The club is packed with men eager to spend their money on a good time, and as Luna, I become quite popular. Your hand never strays far from my lower back, guiding me through the crowd like a well-trained pet.

I smile at each of the men who approach, murmuring words of encouragement and promises of pleasure.

A rich-looking man approaches you and asks about a private room. You glance at him before looking back at me, your expression expectant. "She's all yours," you say with a smile. "Anything she does tonight, she does for free."

The man nods appreciatively and leads me away to one of the private rooms. Once the door is shut and we're alone, he roughly pushes me against the wall, his hands exploring my body as he hungrily kisses my neck. I moan softly, trying to pretend that this is what I want... That it feels good.

He pulls away from me long enough to undo his pants, revealing himself fully erect. Without another word, he guides his length into me, filling me up in one hard thrust.

I cry out as pain shoots through my body, but he doesn't seem to care; if anything, it seems to make him more aggressive. He begins to thrust into me roughly, his hips slapping against mine in a cruel rhythm.

My breath comes in shallow gasps as I struggle to adjust to the pain and the foreign sensation of being used like this. The room spins around me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the man who has taken control over my body.

The man continues to fuck me for what feels like an eternity, his harsh breath hot against my ear as he curses and moans in pleasure. Finally, with a loud groan, he releases himself inside me, filling me up with his seed. He collapses on top of me, their weight pinning me to the ground.

I lie there for several long moments, catching my breath and trying to calm the ache between my legs.