The silver wolf grinned widely, and heat erupted through Morgan’s body, focusing on the suddenly tight points of her nipples and clit. A dampness built in her panties with incredible speed, threatening to soak them through. The unexpected burst of arousal made her gasp, her hands reflexively jumping to her breasts and crotch. What was going on? She never got this hot, especially not in public! She tried to ask what what was happening, how the wolf was controlling her, but all she managed was a low mumble. Her actions weren’t her own, it seemed. Her hands were free to grope herself, but any movement to leave simply didn’t happen. How could she be doing this?
She managed a low whimper of embarrassment as her fingers dipped into the waistband of her pants, seeking the moist, demanding heat of her slit. What if someone walked by and saw her acting like a slut? The park wasn’t busy at night, but it was possible. They probably wouldn’t even realize what was being done to her, assuming her lascivious actions were of her own volition.
The situation suddenly got worse. Her skin lit up like it was on fire wherever her clothes touched, like they were burning her through her fur. Knowing that the feeling was artificial, caused somehow by the wolf’s invasion of her mind did no good. She somehow knew that the only way to stop the pain was to get rid of her clothes. Her top was quickly torn away, followed not long after by her sports bra. The burning stopped on her upper body, but the arousal only increased, her nipples clamoring for attention as they poked clearly through her white chest fur. Her exercise pants and panties dropped to the ground, leaving her heated body fully exposed in the night air, a cool breeze tingling against her chest and the damp fur of her crotch.

Morgan blushed furiously. This was totally unlike her. She had never even had fantasies of anything like this. Completely exposed in the middle of the park, a wolf about to do who knows what to her... Panic threatened to overcome her and her heart beat faster, threatening to burst from her chest. She had to escape somehow.
The wolf reached up and stroked her face, the calming touch somehow driving her fear away. Though she still knew she was in trouble, it was only in a small, deep part of her mind that she actually felt afraid. Instead, a warm glow suffused her as she looked back into the wolf’s eyes. He approved of how quickly she had stripped for him, and the joy she experienced from pleasing him was suddenly the greatest feeling in the world to her.
The calico dropped to her knees, hands diving back down to her crotch. Another command came into her mind. The wolf still hadn’t spoken, keeping his face in that sly enigmatic smile, but she knew exactly what she was supposed to do. The eye contact wasn’t necessary any more; the wolf was deep in her head, twisting her thoughts and desires. The elation she had experienced from obeying was addictive, and she was no longer being completely forced. She knew that doing what the wolf wanted would make her feel good, fulfill her in a way she’d never felt before.
She dropped low, debasing herself in front of the powerful male, and licked at his paws, gasping as she felt a phantom tongue trace across her pussy, mimicking her own actions. She dove into the task, attempting to cover every inch of the wolf’s large paws, thrusting her hips backward against the illusory tongue. A dip between his toes was felt deep in her pussy, a long slow lick up to his ankle ended in a flick of her clit. Her body burned with arousal, her feminine juices dripping to the ground below her as she repeatedly plunged her fingers into her sex. Embarrassment still tore at her, but now it only added to her heat. The more she thought about how humiliating the situation was, the more desperate she became for release.