San Diego Comic Con was nerd paradise, every influential mover and shaker in the pop culture industry was there. Whether they were a part of the comic book universe or not they still made an appearance. The once modest convention had grown into a behemoth of an entertainment expo. Studios would tout their actors out to panels and promotional events like prized cattle. Toy Makers pumped out brand recognition in the form of exclusives. Writers and artists of the industry would show off their wares to capitalize on a prized name that sent shockwaves throughout the comic book store.

Even young up and comers would surface at these conventions to show off what could be the next big project to be picked up by a Film Studio. Yet across the hall would be the remnants of days gone by, actors, musicians, and voice talent, all promising a simple headshot, personal picture, and signature for the low price of fifty dollars. Well, fifty dollars and that said actor’s dignity.

It was truly a crossroads of young and old, the hopeful and the successful. Yet Sherri was there with a prized ‘Trade Professional’ badge. After all her card shop involved all sorts of things that were featured at Comic Con, be it cards and games or comic books. This was her day of the year to scout what would be the prized material for the next year.

Sherri was browsing the hall, looking at various exhibits when her phone buzzed in her purse. Her eyes glanced over and quickly revealed the text message.

Almost to the front of the line.

That was the worst part about Comic Con. The lines were a disaster; which lead to people waiting hours at a time to get whatever prized product that was being offered at the end. Luckily for Sherri she had someone that she could pay as part of their job to wait in line for her while she enjoyed her time at the convention. Her lips curled into a smile as she bypassed the train of eager souls all awaiting their precious moment at the counter.

“Hey Sherri!” Nick called out as the line systemically moved forward, there were only a few spots before they went to the counter and Sherri had made it just in time. “Almost to the front of the line now.”

Sherri seamlessly slipped in front of Nick as a few sour faces caught sight of what just happened. “Thanks for holding my spot in line while I picked you up a water!” Sherri said just loud enough for the others to hear and quickly fetched a bottle of half-sipped water from her purse.

Nick slightly canted his head to the side as the water was shoved in his grasp. “Huh but-“

“Shh! Otherwise it looks like I’m genuinely cutting!” Sherri hushed the horse who gave a nervous nod, he didn’t realize that standing in line for Sherri was breaking the rules. “It’s fine though, everyone does it.” She gave a wink to the hoss, and even though that slightly calmed him he couldn’t help but feel like he had just cheated hundreds of people waiting in line.

“If you say so..” He murmured then looked down at the water, he didn’t realize how thirsty he was. He started to unscrew the cap and blushed when he saw that the spiral opening had some of Sherri’s lipstick on it.

“Next!” A pudgy shark girl called out and Nick glanced over, they had finally gotten to the front of the line but still gestured to himself in a confused manner. “Yes, you, the horse and dog girl, you’re together right? You’re up.”

It was around the time that Sherri had finished making her purchase at the counter that Rasha had turned the corner to meet up with the group. He had just finished doing a Q&A session on a panel after creating the composition soundtrack for some new anime movie or whatever nonsense. His ears perked when he saw Sherri happily sorting through some haul of goodies. “Oh wow, what’s all this?”

Sherri lifted her nose from going over the catalog of items to see Rasha’s handsome face. “Well you said I could pick up whatever I wanted from the show so I thought I’d take you up on your offer.”

“Here’s your card back ma’am” The shark woman smiled as she handed back the card.

“And here’s your card back Rasha.” Sherri smiled while handing back his card and attempted to hide the receipt but Rasha was much too clever for a simple sleight of hand trick like that.

His eyes almost bulged out of his skull when he read the receipt, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Sherri. “Four thousand dollars?!” He almost had a heart attack, the money wasn’t a problem but he wasn’t expecting her to go through that much in a single day. “That’s more than the dinky room hotel they put me up in!”

“Oh, yeah about that.” Sherri piped up. “I went ahead and got us a new hotel room, the Marriott next door, it’s a presidential suite. You’ll love it!” Sherri gestured over to Nick and began handing him off boxes of Magic Cards, Funko Pop toys, and of course, My Little Pony SDCC Exclusives!

The calm and collected Rasha felt his ears perk, his piercing eyes laser focused on Sherri. He could feel his fur standing on end as he tried to register what she had said. “You, wait.. Run that by me one more time?”

Sherri was busy handing off the boxes to Nick who was struggling to pack them away as quickly as Sherri handed them off to him. “Yeah, the hotel room they gave you was totally bogus. And the Marriott next door only had a Presidential suite available so..” She glanced over at Rasha with a bright grin on her lips. “So we’ll get to enjoy San Diego in style!”

Adrenaline pumped through Rasha’s veins, he suddenly had a sensation of fury that washed over him. It wasn’t like the money was a big deal but it was the fact that she just did it and was being so cheeky about it. “Sherri.” He spoke sternly, his voice so cold that the air around him started to freeze and Sherri felt a chill run up her spine. Yet before she could turn around to face him his palm reached out and he firmly grasped at her ponytail.

Sherri let out a sharp bark from her lips yet her head wasn’t pulled back, rather her body was shoved forwards until her front was laying upon the counter. “Hey-“ Her jeans and panties were tugged down revealing that lovely heart shaped ass. “What the hell do you think you’re doin!?” She looked back just in time to see it was Rasha pulling the strings of this impromptu nudening. “Rasha!” Sherri barked but Rasha wasn’t having any of it.

When her ass was revealed to him he pinned her shoulder against the counter and let her stand on her footpaws as he drew his palm back. With a crack that sounded like lightning that connected with her ass it seemed like the crowd was starting to pay attention to the arguing pair. “You’ve been a bad girl Sherri.” Rasha growled as he pulled his hand back, “A bad.” CRACK! “Naughty.” SCMACK! “Girl!” SPACK!

Each smack sent a flurry of sensations up Sherri’s spine, her thighs pressing together as her bare bottom was exposed and red marks tingled her tush. She bit down on her lower lip looking back at him with a slight pout on her lips. “Hrmf! Jerk!” Sherri whimpered but unfortunately Rasha caught her scent, there was a slight trickle of juices spilling from her pussy and Rasha was quite attuned to a female’s flavor.

“You’re the naughty little bitch using my credit card.” Rasha spat, his ears perking as he glanced down to see that glistening pussy staring back at him. His fingertips carefully maneuvered around her thighs to gently tease against those slickened folds. “But I suspect you love this kind of thing.”

“I do not!” Sherri whined as she tried to deny the arousal spilling along her slit but at her resistance his fingertips plunged into her pussy. Two large digits squished in her snatch and twirling around her walls, rubbing and stroking at those rivulets his fingertips becoming drenched in her nectar. “Hahh.. God.. Hnfh.. Rahh.. Rahh..”

Rasha slipped his fingertips free and closely examined the way her nectar spilled between his fingertips, the sticky webbing and the thick scent of pussy made his jeans feel much tighter. “You know what I think?” He started before slowly peeling down the girl’s jeans with one hand, pulling one of her footpaws from her clothes and letting it drop back to the floor. Rasha leaned in, his body pressing against her from behind as his sticky fingertips reached around gently probing along Sherri’s lips. “I think you like being a naughty little bitch.”

A shock went up Sherri’s spine, her pawtoes curling tightly as her fingertips clawed into the countertop, Rasha’s body leaning in and his tongue lewdly licking along the shell of her ear. “I think you like getting me pissed, I think you like behaving badly, I think you need me to show my role as your alpha.” Rasha pressed his digits coated in her nectar between her lips forcefully rubbing her juices along her tongue his girth slowly pushing from his sheath as he rubbed against her wet muscle.

Drool spilled down Sherri’s lips as Rasha’s fingertips firmly rubbed himself against her maw, his other palm was slowly pulling his own slacks downwards to reveal that hot musky green shaft that was throbbing with excitement. “Mhhghl..” Sherri murmured against his fingertips, her tongue wiggling against his maw as she felt a sudden pressure from behind, his pointed canine cock squished against her folds which caused her thighs to press together. The poor girl’s legs practically trembling as her juices dribbled from her tight pussy along his shaft.

Rasha slowly slid his dick up and down between Sherri’s slit, her lips parting as his pointed cocktip teased against those sensitive velvet folds. “Go on, tell me what a bad little girl you are.” He growled down at her and watched as those pretty little toes would curl and her body tightened up from his probing tip. Her high pitched whine was music to his ears as he licked his chops, firmly denying her pleasure as well as himself until she’d submit. “Nope, gonna have to do more than that.” He grumbled, and started to pull back his hips.

“No!” Sherri shrieked, her body tightening as she looked back with a desperate whimper escaping her lips. “Put it back.. I want it..” She pleaded and pushed back with her hips to press that juicy twat against his dick, her slippery juices drizzling over his shaft as a smirk came upon his lips. “Please.. Please give it to me! I’m a bad girl I know but.. I want it pleeease!” Tears welled up in her eyes as she desperately moved her hips to the side trying to coax his dick into slipping into her snatch.

Rasha may have been mad but he wasn’t heartless, her cries of desperation filled him with a primal lust to rut this little bitch. His hips thrusted forwards as he grappled at her sides, the sheer force of his body sent Sherri’s body bouncing forwards and losing the balance of her hips. He lifted her body slightly so that she wouldn’t need to stand as he railed her tight snatch with his throbbing member. His body pressed in tighter forcing her to accept every inch of his cock in one sharp thrust. “Hahh!” He gasped out, his nostrils flaring as he hilted in her snatch.

The tightness of her pussy practically sucked him inside and his dick cozied up against her cervix giving her pinching sensation that made her contract around him. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses, her reasoning melting away as she drank in the moment. “Yeahhhssss..” She moaned out, her head slightly tilting upwards before she was suddenly jolted by his dick pulling out and slamming in once more.

Rasha’s hips quickly found themselves bouncing against her body, his dick had been teased enough by those puffy pussy lips that begged for his cock. He was intent on giving her every inch without mercy, his powerful hips beating back and forth as he rocked her to and fro against the counter she so desperately clung to. “Take it! Take! Every! Inch!” He growled down at her, his words accented with an exceptionally sharp thrust as he followed through on the buck of his hips by pushing upwards, his cocktip randomly peppering her cervix with fierce cock-kisses.

Sherri felt like a wobbling rag doll, every second she was being shaken back and forth the pleasure she felt was so intense that she actually felt dizzy from his rut. “Hnghk!” She gagged on her own drool for a brief moment before it spilled down the side of her muzzle, ‘Harder, faste.r.. more.. I want.. More’ she begged with her gagged whimpers. The cutest little bitch barks coming from her lips as she tried to tell him what she wanted from her helpless position. She could feel his fat dick hammering home.

‘Hes… so rough! He’s stretching me out! Ohgod my pussy feels so good, like its on fire!’

Rasha sunk his clawtips into her sides as he pumped himself home into her body, his heavy swinging sac tapping against her mound as he picked up the pace. His body taking control of the situation fully now, his consciousness a backseat passenger to the primal feral instincts that were buried in every alpha male. He had seized a bitch for breeding and his body would make sure to do just that.

SHTHP THMP THP THMP THPTHP WHAPTHP

To the curious bystander Rasha’s motions were less passionate and more of a feral ravaging. Sherri’s small body bounced back and forth as her claws sank into the countertop with her jaw gaping open, her voice a mixture of barks and moans from Rasha’s bestial thrusts. His knotted green dick pummeling into Sherri’s body, pushing against her cervix as he grit his teeth. Drool spilled from his maw and dripped onto the curvature of Sherri’s back as he rut the little bitch. “Hnfh! Fucking..” He gasped as his balls smacked against her folds. “Naughty.. fuckin.. bitch!” He was practically seething.

Sherri must have known this would be his reaction to charging his credit card in such a fashion, she must have practically been begging for it. Her body was tightening, her walls squeezing on his shaft as she felt her body inching closer to orgasm with each of his heavy thrusts. His body was increasing its speed as his tip slammed home against her cervix with every thrust. “Hahh hahh.. Rasha..ahahsshah..” Sherri moaned out, her tongue falling from her lips as her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. Her cheeks blushed and her heavy breasts bounced forwards, grinding against the counter and pinching her nipples against the firm surface.

Without warning his claws squeezed into her supple hips and he bucked his body forwards, the knot that had teasingly bumped against her puffy swollen pussy folds bypassed the tightness of her snatch and firmly sunk itself into Sherri’s twat. The intense sensation was immediate, Sherri’s body tightening as the girl felt her eyes widen, she wasn’t prepared for that! “HaoughgHOHD!” Sherri bellowed, her body instantly seizing and squishing onto Rasha’s cock, but more importantly the pressure of her pussy walls was like a vice grip on his sensitive bulb.

The canine male lurched forwards as he felt his load of hot viscous wolf-cum barrel out from the tip of his cock. “Rrrhghh!” He growled as a seizure went through his form, instantly causing all of his muscles to twitch. It was as if everything in his body stopped for a split second and concentrated on his dick, the heavy cum flowed from his shaft, filling the girl’s body with virile seed that poured past her cervix and flooded her womb with his slick essence.

He gave a few slow methodical thrusts of his hips, milking his shaft inside her like she was some little pussy toy he’d use after one of his concerts. His chest heaved as he took in the deep breaths of victory, conquering this little bitch was always a delight no matter how many times he did it. It wasn’t more than a minute or two later that he decided she had enough ‘punishment.’ If it could be called such a thing. His dick pulled free from her pussy with a messy SPLORCH!

Instantly cum started to bubble from her pussy only to dribble down to the floor in a messy puddle. Sherri’s body could barely stand at this rate, her hand reaching behind and cupping against her pussy to try and stem the flow by plugging it with her fingers. “Mnnfh.. Fuhck.. don’t spill..” Sherri murmured to herself, she loved that hot creamy feeling of his cum swimming inside of her body.

It truly was a sight to behold, Sherri fingering herself and using his cum as lubricant, he grit his teeth as he tried to prevent himself from using her for another round. “It feels so good..” Sherri murmured as she slowly turned around to face him, her expression that of a girl drunk with pleasure. Her wobbly legs barely keeping her standing as her digits played with his excess cream.

Sherri’s exhausted body would slowly slip onto her well used ass, her thighs spread as she tried to catch her breath. Rasha’s cum drenched dick then lay in front of her expectant of Sherri to clean the mess she’d made. The wolf gave a small grunt of approval as Sherri’s lips wrapped around that meaty shaft. Her blue tongue hungrily licked up the creamy essence that lingered on his dick. All the while those big doe brown eyes gazed up at him. “Mmh.” He groaned, his hand gently petting along Sherri’s bangs, teasing her brown tresses between his fingertips. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

Her silence was definitely noticeable, even among the dull hum of the convention hall’s endless voices, she merely kept her gaze upon him and suckled hungrily on his dick. Her tongue gently teasing at his incredibly sensitive cocktip which made his knees strain. A lewd drag of her tongue upwards against his pointed dick playing between his cockslit as she lifted her brows to him. She was such a lewd puppy ignoring his ‘punishment’ and instead taking it in stride.

It was a testament to his self control that he was able to stop the girl from pleasuring him further. His fingertips curled into her tresses to prevent her from using that amazing tongue to avoid the question. “Well? Did you learn your lesson?” He spoke calmly but there was a bubble of tension almost ready to spill out.

Sherri gave a cheeky grin. “It was definitely worth it.” She teased, her tongue poking out from her lips showing it clean of his essence which mirrored his glistening cleaned off dick. Her tail giving a curious twitch and Rasha let go of her pretty brown locks of hair to let her drop down onto her tush.

Rasha gave a slow nod at Sherri’s remark, his eyes glaring down at the girl as she looked up at him with a defiant smirk on her lips. “Is that so?” He grumbled as he slowly pulled his jeans up to his waist. His eyes caught over at the gazing crowd and an idea formed almost instantaneously. A devil’s smile came upon his lips one that caught Sherri’s attention. “Well then..”

Sherri was too numb to move, her pawtoes scrunched so tightly against her shoes and her thighs trembling from such a rough stuffing. However when he returned with a pair of stanchions that had recently been used to guide the crowd into the line Sherri’s eyes widened. “What are you gonna do with that?” Sherri barked out, slowly trying to pull herself up before Rasha could continue with whatever devious plan he had worked out.

“Ah ah ah.” Rasha chided as he pushed Sherri by the shoulder oh so gently, her butt bumping back down against the ground as he pulled one of her arms up. With the stanchion firmly secured against the floor and the counter he dragged out the belt and firmly wrapped it around Sherri’s wrist. The poor girl was too sore to resist, but that made it all the better. He repeated the process to her other arm and took a step back to admire his handiwork.

Her wrists were tightly bound and the poor girl set up on her knees, cum was oozing from her pussy into a little puddle but it was of little concern to the wolf. “Rasha! This isn’t funny! Let me go!” Sherri whined, her ears folding back against her head as she looked up with a little pout.

Rasha bent down and gently lifted Sherri’s chin in his fingertips. “Well, when you’ve worked off your little credit card debt to me I think I’ll call us square. Until then.” He paused and quickly stuffed Sherri’s sticky panties between her lips to gag the pupper as she struggled against the firm rough textured belts. “Well guys! For waiting in line so long” Rasha called out to the captive audience. “My little friend here is going to be your personal blowjob toy after you finish buying your..” He looked over to the display. A shudder went through his spine and he feigned a smile. “Magic Cards!” He reached out and snatched a ball cap from one of the con-goer’s head and tossed it beside Sherri’s squirming frame. “Just leave a donation so I can collect tomorrow.”

Rasha glanced back over to Sherri with that evil smirk. “That’s fair right?”

The protective hoss was about to clobber the Rasha’s face in with a bestial fury. “What do you think you’re doin’ to my boss?!” Nick snorted, his fists clenched as he confronted the wolf, eyes peering at Rasha’s carefree gaze.

“Don’t worry about it, trust me she’s loving it.” Rasha lightly gestured over to Sherri, and Nick followed the motion to see the struggling and squirming girl. Truth be told there was a twinge of jealousy. “But let that go, we’ll pick her up later.”

Rasha quickly tugged at Nick’s shirt and started to walk away with Nick slowly following behind. ‘Does Sherri really like this kind of thing?’ Nick thought to himself. “You sure she’s gonna be fine?”

“Yep!” Rasha chuckled. “But I’m wondering if you’ve ever been in a presidential suite with some of those con-bunny’s all drooling at the chance to ride your dick.”

Nick’s face flushed as he quickly followed to Rasha’s side. Those convention models were certainly hot. “Uh, not really.” He coughed as he tried to settle his mind.

“Good! You’ll get to experience something fun tonight.” Rasha glanced up to Nick, this must be how it felt to be a mentor. “Because apparently I rented out a suite next door for a few nights.”