"You control me
Soul you stole mine
Wishful thinking
Six feet under
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, Sin makes me strong."
-Stone Temple Pilots
"It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it gets under my skin
Within, take in
The extent of my Sin."
-Nine Inch Nails
"Many are troubled because the gospel interferes with their Sin."
-Charles Spurgeon
Max & Sin's Valentine's Day Fling
Maxwell held up the Fredericks of Hollywood bag and Aveline shrieked aloud with avid excitement.
It'd been a long while since Max had witnessed Sin-Wolf so overexcited for anything, especially an ideal Valentine's Day gift, something the shep-coon had been lacking to pick up for the last few years... until now. It felt good for Max to be in a position to be able to give such a luscious gift to such an equally luscious wolfgirl - according to his one good eye.
"Careful when you open this, it’s a bit fragile." Max said, licking his lips with practiced precision.
"I can only imagine! I've been hoping you'd bring me something like this... what a perfect occasion. Thank you, shepcoon!" Sin-Wolf said, hugging Max tight, voluptuous wolfdog breasts pressing against his chest. He smirked and kissed her fuzzy wolfdog cheek.
"You're very welcome, love. Oh! Isn't your birthday on St. Patrick's Day though? I thought-"
"-No, silly! Today is Valentine's Day!" Sin exclaimed, giggling softly behind her hand-paw, closing off her mouth, hiding her wide-toothed grin from her shep-coon savior & sex-fiend, even as she rummaged through the bag of kinky attire. Her shyness wouldn't overpower her will to urge on, not with this dude. Max groaned and smacked his forehead. Such a clumsy lad! Of course it wasn't Sin's birthday! DUUUH!!
A lacy corset here, some thin blue velvet panties there, a small container of freshly-prepared sushi (made and packaged in frigid ice by Gus Stevenson, a seasoned sushi chef in another lifetime, surprisingly enough!) which cause Aveline to squeal aloud... and the strangest, most random item she ever laid eyes on - a pair of edible panties. 
~
"Chocolate? Really, dude?" Sin scoffed. 
Oh Max, of course we can't eat chocolate! Jesus, what the fuck did they even teach you in that shitty reform school for wayward juvenile anthro youth?? More importantly, what didn't they teach you?

As much as Aveline admired Maxwell, he wasn't completely devoid of his occasional Darwinian Award moment or two every so often. He had just enough simple-minded charm to be able to fully redeem himself of making such a boneheaded choice-decision for a V-day gift... or so she though.
"Don't worry! No panic either - this is made with a synthetic blend." Max said with a wink and a faithfully reassuring tone. So there lies the deal-breaker, then.
"What are you sayi- wait, does that mean this is like some kind of 'fake' cocoa, not harmful to our canine bellies? They made such a fucking thing?! Since when?" Aveline asked him, yellow wolf eyes wide with shock and jaw hung agape with lips formed into a perfect ring. She was literally unaware of such a thing.
Max nodded, cocking his shep-coon brow. Sin-Wolf flicked Max in his nose, stifling his concentration.
"Ow! Wha't'fuck gives?" Max hollered, holding his snout through a groan. Aveline snickered and rustled his dreadlocks playfully.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to flick so hard. You just had me worried, that's all." Aveline reached out and hugged Max, rubbing his nose with tender motherly consideration. When she let herself go of his grasp, she glanced back at the edible panties, feeling a mildly turgid sense of reluctance. 
~
"So, um... are they really safe to eat? Like, that won't affect or harm us?" Aveline placed a hand-paw down on Max's chest softly, caressing him with considerate concern. "You, or me?"
"Not at all! Aveline, I promise. You really think I'd invest in a real-life chocolate pair of edible panties for my favorite wolfdog girl ever, knowing what sort of dire consequences such a small thing could possess for her?"
Sin shrugged and smirked her lips, revealing a rather large healthy shit-eating grin. "Nah, I suppose not... unless you just so happen to be ready to cash in on my bounty now? That'd make a great V-day payday for you, I imagi-"
Max's expression shifted and he stormed towards Aveline in a burst of sudden adrenaline-fueled extremity. He grabbed her shoulders, pinned her up against a nearby wall and made out furiously with her. They locked lips, tongues, teeth, muzzles and blended saliva together in a myriad of illicit raw passion. Max moaned through his nostrils and thrust himself against Aveline's meaty inner thigh with raunchy repetition, rubbing at her fluffy neck, her shoulders, her wolf-girl cheek, the top of her blue-haired head, her fine-furred ears, her warm cozy nape... and maintaining their passionate and sensually enticing French kiss all along.
As he sucked on her kiss lovingly, twirling tongues with raw uninhibited lust, Sin felt a twinge of moisture seeping softly through the cotton lining of her own panties, the pair she'd already been wearing before Max brought home a V-day gift for her. She felt as if her groin would simply melt under the fond jurisdiction of Maxwell's overwhelming lustful throes, his aroused humping, his vital energy and dedication to ensuring that she be satisfied and properly at that. She felt apt to burst like a water balloon.
~
Max parted the connection between muzzles, still holding onto her shoulders. Aveline gazed up at Max through gorgeous yellow wolfdog eyes that suggested he was about to croon to her. He cleared his throat and proceeded, perplexing her expectations.
"You know how I feel, talking about that. I wish you'd just drop it sometimes." Max said with a stern tone in his voice, one good eye fixated like a stone upon her alert wolfdog gaze. Sin curled her brow. "I spared you when I could've easily chosen not to. I saved you when I was meant to kill you. Exactly how much is the bounty going for now, huh?" Max reached up and grabbed her neck
(to choke her a bit, to remind her of how fortunate she really is)
to rub and caress her very softly while licking at her cheek with hungry lust. Aveline moaned aloud, using all her willpower to refrain from shlicking herself good and deep. He whispered into her ear: "I bet you're worth a fortune by now, huh? That's a shame... for the other assholes seeking you out, anyways. They don't have their precious Sin at their disposal since she's a bit preoccupied with fucking a shep-coon. Isn't that the way of it?" Max licked her muzzle with feverish persistence, dampening her whiskers. Sin-Wolf shrieked with passion and reached down to squeeze at Max's bulge, feeling a stiffened rod of red-hot erection through his jeans.
Aveline dribbled a bit more from her pink, fleshy wolfdog vagina, leaking diligently against her fur-tinged inner thighs, all thanks to the firm strength in Max's grip. Max's finger-paws clenched down and held tight, with a divine look of intense arousal evident in his expression, how goddam firm his penis had become (she knew - could feel it like crazy dry-humping against her, even while she held her grip tight), the scent of his musky raw earthen aroma seeping into her nostrils, cloying her senses... driving her insane with lewd intent. 
Oh, he'd get his, alright.
~
Aveline Anchester, notorious wanted criminal and proclaimed bounty assassin all in one, allowed Maxwell Blackburnadeaux, grunge bassist and fellow bounty hunter partner, to change her into the outfit she received with tender love and affection from him on a particularly heated Valentine's Day. 
Dressed in high-heel black leather stiletto boots, blue stockings, a teal-blue garter, a thin see-through blue bra and her cum-drenched panties (soon including the synthetically-made edible ones, safe for canine shep-coon consumption), Aveline Anchester honestly couldn't have looked much more arousing in that moment. She struck a number of vogue poses before Max, priming another round of applause and shepcoon-whistling. Sin-Wolf blushed harder, nearly singeing her cheek fur into ashen debris, as she kicked off her soiled undergarments and flung them towards Max, who caught her panties in his mouth. She giggled as he tilted his head aside and spat them into a corner of the sofa upon which he sat. Aveline danced for him, swaying her voluptuous hips, jiggling her supple pierced breasts, working up Maxwell in the best way she knew how. After a mini-striptease, she slipped the edible panties on. They felt rubbery and awkward, almost like wearing a large batch of workout bands tied together in place of a legitimate pair of cotton panties... which by now were soaked through, crusted with Sin's wolfdog seminal fluid and Max's saliva. To the soiled linens hamper with it!
~
Aveline was able to buckle up her own boots but let Max help out with the bra strap, tough little prick to snap shut. Luckily he had very dexterous finger-paws from playing so often on his bass guitar. When she was fully dressed and revealed, Max gave a standing ovation, clapping and whistling flirtatiously, a single captivated audience member in for a damn fine show indeed. Aveline blushed extremely deep through tufts of billowy wolfdog cheek fur, rubbing at her new lingerie, equally comfortable against her fur. Aveline reached for a remote control and pushed the PLAY button, priming some sexy stripper music on her stereo, something decisively funky with a brass section accompaniment and some killer throbbing bass - enough to sit on an amplifier and endure a hands-free climax. She swirled and swooned, reaching up and spreading her arms wide, azure blue hair flinging to and fro on the top of her wolfdog head, her slender canine skull dipping and swaying along with the rest of her body, tail following closely behind like a comet's contrail. Max was becoming insanely aroused, watching her get even more into it with each passing moment. He pried his eyepatch off and flung it aside, socket glowing with a feverish blended hue of pink and blue. He was unbelievably horny and the multicolored vapors spewing from his empty socket proved a suitable reminder as such. Sin-Wolf's new outfit seemed to fit her rather accordingly. Soon he'd lose his nerve, stand up, run over to Aveline, shove her onto her own couch and fuck her wolfdog brains out, then knot her violently until she becomes fully fluent in Spanish. 
Muy Bueno.
~
A loud braying crash of broken glass echoed from Sin-wolf's kitchen before any fuckery could commence any further. Both anthros heard the noise immediately and were already on the prowl. Aveline turned the stereo off and stepped lightly into her kitchen. When she exited, in her hand-paw she brandished a Beretta 92FS retrieved from one far corner of the kitchen, concealed in a sliding drawer filled with various stationary items. She loaded the weapon with a single filled clip and cocked back the barrel, loading a round into the pistol's chamber. Aveline held her gun at point, hammer cocked and locked with the safety disengaged, creeping along silently, listening very closely to any further alarming sounds that'd indicate an active burglar or criminal, maybe even another bounty hunter dreaming of having her head impaled on a spike as a makeshift trophy. She held an extra-special place in many budding assassin's hearts, alright.
~
Max found the source of the ugly crackling and sprinkling of glass first - a large circular hole, broken through her back door window. It almost looked punched or elbowed. No prints were visibly discernable in sight. No footprints, no smears, no locks of fur. Nothing.
"What in the... fucking hell?" Max pondered to himself curiously, wondering who'd have any reason to bust their way into Sin's home in such a bizarrely destructive manner. He kept a close eye open for-
"See any visible prints, fur follicles, droplets of blood... anything out of the ordinary?" Sin-wolf asked, still dressed in her bodacious fuck-savvy Valentine's Day lingerie. She looked extremely out of place as a result. One minute she'd been dancing her ass off for her super-aroused shep-coon partner in crime and punishment and lust and longing, nearly on the verge of sweet succulent intercourse between like-minded friends with a shit-ton of benefits... the next? Seeking out a random B&E culprit, military-grade peashooter in hand-paw and not a clue as to why exactly. Maybe a bird hit her window? A spare branch from a tree outside? Stupid little asshole ruffians out for a night of solemn mischief?
Don't even kid yourself right now, chica... this is a perfect setup for a robbery. Hopefully nobody else is armed in my household... well, besides Max...

Aveline didn't know what she'd do to the little prick if she managed to get her hand-paws on him... or her. Whoever it may have been and still was currently would pay dearly for intruding upon her home and her precious time spent with Maxwell Blackburnadeaux, her pseudo-savior, lacking an eye and a sense of limitation to what's said and done regularly.

"Not at all, which is fucking weird. I'm going to the garage, check on things there. You'll hold the fort?"

"I'll investigate the household, yes. If push comes to shove, I'll even try to peek around outside. With a bathrobe strapped on tight for warmth, of course." Aveline said, followed by a small girlish chuckle. Indeed, Max insisted that she cover her assets before heading out into the bare-open evening.

"Okay, be safe. Love you. We'll find this fuck and give 'em a taste of their own medicine." Max said with a low snicker. He leaned in and kissed her snout and she licked at his then she headed towards her bedroom, perhaps to check under the bed and in the closet and wherever else would make an ideal hiding spot. Before she reached her bedroom, a large-bodied coyote slowly exited from a closet built into her apartment hallway. Sin-wolf never even heard this hefty individual approach, not even before he smothered her muzzle with a cloth doused in chloroform. She struggled and swung her fists against the head and body, merely bouncing off rolls of fat. Sin-Wolf tried to cry out, to scream for Max, to warn him that they weren't alone after all. Her conscious dwindled into a feathery bundle of leaves, crumbling and crackling under the arduous heat of a large forest fire. In the moment she finally fell out of consciousness, Sin-Wolf promised a swift death unto her captors, may the Gods help her.
~
Maxwell snuck his way into Aveline's single-car garage, identifying any suspicious tomfoolery afoot. Max caught sight of Throttle, Sin's very own Toyota X-Runner. A damn fine truck if Max could say so himself. He should know... he's rescued Aveline in many outrageous scrapes throughout the years of their association, their unique sporadic partnership. All those crazy near-death duet-style bounty hunting missions: all experienced through this single flatbed off-road vehicle. Throttle, parked snug and secured in Aveline's garage, covered with a large blue tarp, safe from any nicks, scratches and excessive dusty filth. Max closed his eye and focused, concentrating on any traces of warmth, no matter how recent. His socket glowed with a vibrant shade of teal from behind his closed eyelid as he used his own unique telekinetic abilities to find a trail of warmth, foot or paw prints - anything. When Max decided he couldn't find jack-shit, he opened his eyes. A presence stood in front of him holding a lead pipe in one hand and a burlap sack in the other. The bastard wore cloth-over-aluminum-foil booties on their feet. No fucking wonder he couldn't find a trace! Max had only a very brief moment to react before the lead pipe was whacked against his head with rapid succession. Whoever this strange apparition who appeared before him was, stepping free from the shadows of Aveline's closed-in garage, brandishing a stinky burlap sack that has now covered Max's head... the prick had swift sneaking skills. Max would give 'em that much. Nothing more.
~
When he awoke, a bellowing pain emanated from the top of Max's slender German shepherd cranium. He yelped and whined in reaction to the worst of it. The world was a blurry mess of twine and mesh. His head was still covered with the goddam burlap sack, evidently. He shook it free from his head, causing the sack to drop to a bundle on the carpeted ground beside him. Max's heart sunk to his balls when he finally got a good glimpse of his surroundings. He was tied up to a radiator grille positioned against Aveline's bedroom wall with a bundle of thickened zip-ties. Her bedroom was thrashed beyond recognition. Furniture turned asunder, drawers and cabinets pried open and broken free from loosened hinges, blankets and clothing thrown in heaps all over the maroon-hued carpets. Her bedroom was an absolute mess. Max's heart began to race with panic and disdain.

Where the fuck is she? Where has she been taken? Christ, I hope they haven't done anything to her... gotta get out of these goddam zip ties somehow! Look around, shepcoon... broken glass, manicuring scalpel, forceps-
"Ah, you've awaken. Good. I was hoping that little whack to the head didn't fuck your brains up too heavily. Sorry about that. I tried to explain to dingus over there just how important it is to keep you alive, so you may witness the death of your wolfdog whore firsthand. Boy's a slow learner but at least he's got the right idea in mind. Gotta give him credit for that much, at least."
Max growled aloud and struggled mercilessly to break free, only causing the radiator to squelch on its fastened hinges. There was no way he'd get free unless he grabbed hold of a sharp object, the radiator fell off the wall or somebody else opted to cut him loose. The voice possessed a nasal quality that caused Max's fur to stand on end upon the back of his ears and arms.
"Where is she?" Max asked, voice but a mere growl, eye staring wildly at the source of the voice itself.
"Who? You mean the Sin-Wolf? She's alive, if that's what your concern is. Barely, perhaps... but still conscious, still breathing. Not dead. Not yet, at least."
A tall, gangly coyote anthro stepped forth from the shadows of Sin-wolf's bedroom closet, brandishing a collection of ruby-stoned rings attached to one hand-paw's multiple digits. His knuckles were smudged with clumps of broken glass. No blood, grey fur or blue hair follicles, luckily. The coyote himself had piercings smothered all along his slender petite canine head. Eyebrows, sepsis, jawline, chin, upper & lower lips, nostrils - there were piercings clustered all across his face.
"And if you're willing to cooperate with us tonight, we'll ensure she stays alive. Scout's honor." The coyote said, pressing two finger-paws to his brow, issuing a dry mock salute. Max growled at him and lunged forward, attempting to bite at his tail or kneecap, even his dick would suffice. Max's reach was shorter than anticipated though. He was pulled right back against the wall of Sin's bedroom, no thanks to the gigantic fucking anchor of a radiator grille heater that held him in place. 
~
"Let me see her." Max said after a brief moment of unfettered silence. A full minute had already spun on between Max and the metal-detector-provoking coyote. Max's empty left eye socket was trembling with a violently bright red effulgence, glowing with overwhelming brightness. He kept his lid closed to prevent any blinding conditions - the circumstances were far too sensitive for any surprise uprisings. He couldn't afford to fuck up too heavily right about then. He didn't want to scare the bastard into killing him and his love-interest.
Coyote-boy smiled wide and craned his head toward Aveline's bedroom door, nodding twice. It burst open and in walked a much larger coyote, obese and heavy-set. A polar opposite from his partner. The much larger coyote held onto a long chain-linked leash which led down to a choke-collar, worn by a very naked and violated Aveline Anchester. She was knelt down upon the carpeted floor when the fat-ass hoisted her up and nearly dragged her into her own bedroom. Maxwell hollered out loud, barking violently at the coyote fuckers, spittle flinging from his lips and teeth in an enraged fury. The least they could've done was keep her clothing on, for fuck's sake.
~
He knew who they were right away, much to his very own sordid disappointment. The McMallory twins. Ike, the skinny one, and Tomas, the fat-body. They were a very solid pair, great at their jobs as routine cleaners and major problem-solvers. When normal bounty hunters simply wouldn't do, the McMallory twins were called in to compensate for lost times and resources, not to mention the accumulation of wanted bodies aplenty. They possessed a certain notoriety among their fellow cleaners.
"This one's heavy, bro. Maybe she should eat less. Fucking fat-ass bitch." Tomas said, slurring his words. Max wondered if he wasn't drunk or slow-minded. Maybe both. One thing rang true - Tomas was dangerously large and that's all Max needed to know. Max had to watch his speaking tone, for fear that they'd use Sin-wolf against him somehow, the crooked bastards. Max simply couldn't wait to kill them, spare a life or several. Nobody expected to call Aveline a fat-ass bitch in front of him and expect to live to see the next day. Not a fucking chance.
"Yeah, I know exactly what to feed her too. Hey shepcoon! You wanna see your girl take a pibble's knot up her slutty asshole?" Ike asked Max as he held up a leather ballgag. Ike tried to wrap it around Max's head, holding his muzzle steady. Max struggled with all his might to break free and chew off a few fingers before he felt a hypodermic needle penetrate his nape, injecting a cool liquid substance, chilly to the touch. Max felt the liquid ice course through his nerves, blotting out all feeling and sensation. 
"Juuuust as I thought, you unbelievably difficult cuntwad. No ball-gag for you then, after all." Ike murmured beneath his breath.
"Fuck you, you fucking goddamn motherfucking son of a fucking cunt fucking goddam piece of shit rat bastard cocksucking... ffffgodforsaken bunch of fucks, gonna kill... fuck... kill you dead... cock... fuck... Sin." Max said softly, staring right at Aveline.
Sin, I'm so sorry I'm unable to protect you right now. They got the upper hand on me, I believe. This serum is potent shit. Can't even move, let alone breathe. Bear with me, if you'd please.
Oh Maxwell, I’m so sorry I didn't do a better job at keeping a lower profile, please forgive me. No matter what they do to me, know that I love you first and foremost, always.
Aveline growled as she remain placed upon her bedroom floor, knelt down in captivity, strapped up like a dog in heat, ready to be molested and raped and beaten and killed right in front of her Maxwell, the shep-coon hybrid who had every chance to strike it rich and sacrificed all opportunity in the name of true unconditional love. She was ready for whatever came next, even if Maxwell wasn't.
~
"Let him in, Tomas! Let's get the show on the road!" Ike said with an air of excitement present in his tone of voice. Tomas nodded as he tried to wrap the ballgag around Sin-wolf's mouth instead, nearly got his hand bit off and decided to throw the thing aside, wasn't worth the risk of losing a hand-paw, not by this bitch's maw. Tomas tied the chain-linked leash to the leg of a nearby work desk and proceeded out the bedroom door in a rush. 
~
The fat-bodied coyote returned momentarily with a stout, muscular pitbull strapped up in a chest harness. His thin bony tail wagged rapidly and he grunted, slurping aloud at runnels of saliva leaking down from his lips. Upon catching sight of Aveline knelt down on her knees, butt raised high into the air, tail resting upon her back, face and breasts smooshed against her bedroom carpet, muzzle harnessed by a strip of duct-tape, the pitbull whined and yelped. His curiosity had been piqued and he wished to investigate this wolfdog a bit closer, further examination was key in such matters. The dog had been exposed to a rut for months, entirely on purpose.
"And just what the fuck do you think you intend to do with him?! You goddam bastards had better leave my house RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR ELSE THERE'LL BE HELL TO GODDAMN PA-"
Tomas lifted up a syringe and held it in front of Aveline's face. The hypo itself was filled with an icy-blue liquid substance, like windshield wiper fluid. The pitbull lowered itself down upon its haunches and growled softly at Aveline.
"If you don't shut up, I'll stick this thing in your eyeball and fill your brains with this goddam shit."
Aveline snarled, lips trembling, eyes pried wide open, brow curled down in a vicious frown, tail frozen in place, bushy and boisterous. 
"Seriously. Be fucking quiet. Or else." Tomas insisted, slapping Aveline upon her wolfdog cheek, causing her to yelp out loud, a weary miserable sound. Max nearly drove himself crazy as he struggled to hold onto sweet consciousness. 
"You... s-smaack... k her agaga... ag...again.... Do it.... J.Just try... I fucking... dare... y-y-you." Max said, slurring his words horribly.
"Okay." Tomas replied. He thrust his meaty coyote paw-padded palm outward and smashed it against Aveline's muzzle, giving her a bit of a bloody nose. The wolfdog licked at her snout and spat out a tiny wad of blood upon Tomas's face. 
"Not hard enough, little bitch!" Aveline said with a wickedly delirious grin pasted upon her face, a look that alarmed Tomas so heavily into a state of shock that he nearly fell back onto his bum. Aveline laughed hysterically, shaking her head, forcing her blue locks to sway and swing like a mop head being twirled upon a wooden handle. "Who taught you to hit anyways, your brother? Go figure! No big surprise there! McMallorys, huh? Y'all be just like McMorons to me! HAAAAHAHAhahaHAA! Bunch of pussy-ass mama's boys! I bet you suck each other off during those quintessential quiet hours, don't you? I bet you fuck your brother like a little bitch with any chance you ge-"
Ike stuffed a dirty sock into Sin-wolf's mouth and pulled free a small roll of duct tape from his leather jacket pocket. The coyote tore off a strip and wrapped it around the wolfdog's muzzle tightly, to ensure she didn't chew her way through the restraint and cause a major scene of noise and perplexing alarm and quite possibly a vivid gruesome death.
Tomas staggered backwards, stepping away from the mad delirious wolfdog. He was legitimately intimidated by her. All the stories were true, after all - she embodied the carnage and carnality of pure, unintended sin. Hence the given call-title: Sin-Wolf. 
~
Ike knelt down over Max and forced the shep-coon's head toward Aveline's direction. She cast a headlong side-glance towards the boys and went immediately silent. She saw that Ike held Sin's pistol up to Max's forehead. Sin-wolf closed her eyes and decided to give one method a try: telepathy. She listened very close, chiming into Max's wavelength... then proceeded.
Max? I have an idea. I need to go through with this though, in order to make it work. I love you so much. Please forgive me. I'll make up for this later, get you a good ounce of Feral Times and let you go hog-wild in me for hours on end. For now, I need to ask for your patience and understanding.
No response... then a small, low-toned chuckle from the shep-coon. Ike pressed the gun against Max's head firmly, frustrated with all their weird-ass behavior. Hearing that random little chuckle from her shep-coon was all the reassurance Aveline needed.
Sin? You do whatever you feel is needed to be done, if it'll help bust us free from this fucking unsightly little pickle of a run-in with these coyote assholes, then so be it. I love you, no matter what.
Hang tight, shep-coon. We're not out of this yet.
Too true... I didn't even get to eat your panties tonight yet either, for fuck's sake. What an expensive waste!
Max, focus. 
Right.
~
Tomas smacked Aveline's rump and the pitbull took the cue immediately. He ran up to Aveline and immediately began to lick her out. She gasped and moaned aloud through her nostrils, legs stretched outward and butt shivering with unsightly feral-lingus pleasure. The pitbull's rough sandy tongue continued to lap and brush away at Sin's genitals as Max attempted to use his telekinesis to retrieve Sin's pistol, now resting easy upon her dresser, put down carelessly by Ike McMallory. He hoped the coyotes wouldn't suspect something weird going on. Luckily, the coyote dopes were thoroughly fixated on witnessing their feral buddy ram and knot himself into their prized bounty. 
Which he did, with great force.
Aveline's boobs jiggled on the floor and her buttocks trembled from each thrust. The pitbull humped into her lusciously with excess feral intensity, panting aloud, drooling on her head. Aveline reached down to fondle at her pussy lips, wrists tied together with zip-ties much like Max, masturbating herself while the stout feral dog continued to fuck her up her wolfdog ass with limited restraint. She wished to give these coyote cunt-waffles a show they'd never forget. Max leaked a single bitter tear of raw envy down his cheek as he watched the love of his life get violated and shagged violently by an ugly goddam fucking bastard pitbull, probably rounded up from a local pound by the McMallory brothers for this very intention. He couldn't wait to break free so he could dismember each brother slowly, taking his time, biding his pace while working with a profound diligence practically unheard of in the assassination and bounty hunting business.
But first? He wanted Sin's military-issue Beretta and he wanted it really bad.
~
Aveline went from her knees to her back within minutes. In the act of granting a viable distraction, she placed multiple pillows beneath her butt to provide a bit of leverage, to hoist herself up and grant easier access to the pitbull, now very randy and dazed with lust. The McMallory twins hollered and cheered as her paw-padded feet wrapped around the pitbull's waist and she clenched hold of his thighs. The dog pumped her pussy full of pibble-penis, knot and all, balls-deep and unrestrained. Her tailhole felt swollen and numb after having been knotted up her ass moments prior to her missionary shift. She tilted her head to one side and glanced upon Maxwell's weary face. His socket went from a deep crimson red to a very cool, muted blue. Was he depressed? Fuck, obviously. He had reason to be. The McMallory brothers, in a random act of greed and contempt, completely ruined a fantastic evening planned out months in advance. Max and Sin were meant to enjoy their Valentine's Day evening, not become imprisoned in her own home by two stalwart asswipe motherfuckers with no class. 
"I'm just glad we don't have to force her into anything, bro. She seems to love Willy!"
"Yeah, Willy's getting' it." Tomas said, chuckling lamely in response. 
"Indeed, he sure is." Ike said. The coyote kicked Max in his gut, causing the shep-coon to grunt and nearly puke in reaction. "You like what you're seeing so far, shep-coon? I hope so. I hope to fuck-all that you see every single detail." Ike grinned with ill will and walked over towards Aveline. He crouched down and grabbed at a hand-paw-sized clump of her blue hair and lifted her head up so he could look into her eyes, rolled back into her head. "Hey! Sin! You feeling alright down there? Tuckered out yet, you tasty bitch?" Ike pried the duct-tape from her muzzle, carrying a whisker or two along. She spat the dirty sock out and screamed with raw passion, moaning and gasping and panting with formidable lust. "Yeah, I think that's a definite 'yes' response!" Ike said, forcing Sin's gaze towards Max. Tomas reached beneath his sweatpants to fap himself off to the sight.
~
Aveline turned her head away from Max to glance towards Ike's direction. Her tongue lolled on her lower lip and one of her eyes were closed shut, the other barely focusing on the coyote brother hit-dog.
"Ah. Now there's an expression I'm most familiar with. See, bro? She loves it. Just as I always knew. Aveline Anchester, Sin-Wolf... a fucking zoophile. How ironic?"
"Yeah, ironic." Tomas said.
"Ironic is merely the tip of the iceberg, faggot." Aveline whispered as her expression tensed up into a rictus of imminent destruction, yellow wolfdog eyes blazing, twin orbs of hellfire inferno.
"Huh?" Ike casually blurted out, head cocked in confusion.
"NOW, MAX!!!" Sin-wolf called out loud at random, shocking both the McMallory brothers and Willy, who gave a visible start, nestled between her saucy wolfdog legs. Max creaked his neck and Sin's Beretta flung through the air, as if launched from a slingshot. It hit Max's shoulder and fell to the ground with a heavy thump. Max reached down to grab the Beretta with his teeth, feeling a tiny cramp threatening to form in his neck. Ike pried open his leather jacket, revealing a boomstick, a sawn-off shotgun. Tomas pulled a shank-blade free from his back jean pocket and he ran towards Aveline, possibly with the intent to slit her throat. Max picked the gun up with his teeth, lifted it above his hand-paws, let his jaw loosen and dropped it into his wide-open hand-paws. Ike took aim at Max and fondled at the shotgun's double-barreled trigger when Willy barked maniacally, running up to the coyote. He lunged at the metal-faced hit-dog and clamped his firm-jawed grip down on Ike's wrist, causing the coyote hit-dog's weapon to fall free from his grasp. 
"Ow, you stupid fucker! Let go! God damn, let go NOW!!!" Ike hollered at Willy, who refused to stand down or let go. The pitbull shook his head violently, causing Ike's wrist to dislodge internally with a vast streak of dire pain. Ike called out in agony.
"FUCKEEEEEEEEEER!!!" Max screamed, taking aim, disengaging the safety, clenching his heart down and using all his willpower to ignore the goddam mad-horny pitbull who'd just got done shagging the love of his life. He had to ascertain all his willpower not to kill two birds with one stone. There were far more life-threatening risks at stake than a horny pibble humping a large knotted dick repeatedly into his V-day date. 
Max took aim, pulled the trigger and thanked the Gods of industry that the military-grade weapon was semi-automatic. He fired off five rounds immediately, four of which hit Ike successfully. One bullet grazed the coyote's kneecap, causing it to explode outward from his leg in a bloody clump of tendon and bone fragment. A most gruesome display, indeed. Another bullet hit the base of his tail, miraculously severing it from his body, causing it to drop to the ground and twitch slightly; the way a lizard's tail twitches upon being disturbed by a viable threat. A third bullet hit the coyote bastard's groin, causing one of his testicles to explode in a bloody sperm-drenched mess from within his tightie-whities and the fourth bullet managed to strike Ike's cheek and lodge itself into his sinuses, red-hot like a branding iron. Smoke poured from Ike's nostrils as the coyote fell lopsided, devoid of a leg, a nut, a tail; his life. Just before he died, he managed to grab hold of his signature weapon. Ike lifted the boomstick up weakly and discharged a round into Sin's radiator grille, missing Maxwell just by mere inches. Lucky break. That'll be a costly fix for later.
~
Tomas ran towards Max with the intent of ramming the shank-blade into his chin and carving his throat wide open to pull the shep-coon's tongue forcefully through the freshly-cut gaping wound but before he got even five paces in, the fat-bodied coyote tripped over a bunched-up wad of carpeting and fell to the floor with a loud bouncy thump. The shank-blade twirled through the air and landed right by Sin's head, penetrating itself into the floor, rocking upright on its own weight. By then, Willy had already re-mounted her... or tried to. Sin grabbed Willy's neck and flung him forward, over her head and onto her own bed. She pried the blade from the floor and ran with ninja-like dexterity towards Tomas, pitbull cum leaking down her ankles, staining her carpeted floors. Aveline pinned her knees against Tomas's back, grabbed both his meaty arms with one hand-paw and held the sharp glinting metallic tip of the blade against his ear canal. She pulled up on his arms and he shrieked in dire pain.
"Yeeooowch!!! Ugh, please don't pull like that, you'll break one of my arms, dislodge it even! Please!"
"Fuck you." Aveline said. She pulled harder and heard a brisk snapping report. She felt the joint of his shoulder snap free from within, dislocated with rigorous force. The coyote wept uncontrollably, pain far too much to bear. "Try anything foolish and I'll ram this fucking blade into your skull and twirl the handle in circular motions. Get it?"
Tomas understood clearly and nodded through a rictus of dire hurt and degradation, cheeks moistened with tears. Aveline stood up, throwing his arms down limply. The fat-body rolled on the ground, weeping pitifully. Aveline was about to go to Ike's dead body to retrieve a knife, a key - anything. Before she got there though, Tomas had already risen up once more, blade in hand, crazed look of imminent homicide reflective in his small, beady coyote eyes. He ran very fast towards one of the bedroom's walls and slammed his shoulder against its rock-hard surface, reconnecting the joint back into the appropriate socket where it rightfully belonged. He then turned around slowly and began to walk towards Aveline at a frighteningly relaxed pace. 
"This wasn't appose ta happen, y'know. You should be dead, whore. Dead. Fuck you and that dick over there, by the heater. Fuck you both. Kill my brother. Cunt, I'll make you both pay for that now. See this blade? Gonna shove it in your fucking yuretha, then ram it in his fucking pisshole. How about that?" Tomas said, eyes juggling between Max and Sin. 
Aveline inhaled deep and let loose with a loud, braying cackle, holding her belly down from laughing too hard. Tomas twisted his face into an expression of over exaggerated confusion that caused Aveline to laugh harder - these guys weren't the brightest cleaners in the broom closet, so to speak.
"Its 'Urethra', moron. You-Ree-Thra. Repeat after me." Sin exclaimed sardonically. Tomas huffed and stomped toward Aveline, blade held up at arms, ready to stick her good and hard. He wouldn't be taunted or corrected, not by some pathetic little shit like the blue-haired wolf-girl stood upright before his very path. Sin wouldn't have any of it though. She kneed his gonads, followed by a head butt straight to the forehead. Tomas dropped flat on the ground with dead-weight, like a ten-pound sack of russet potatoes, rubbing his groin and forehead simultaneously.
"Ooooowww!!!! Fucking goddam stupid piece of shit bitch whore cunt!!! I'll KILL YOU DEAD BITCH KILL YOU FUCKING KILL DEAD MURDER FUCK RAPE KILL FUCK-" and so on - evidently, Aveline knocked something loose somewhere in Tomas's coyote noggin. He spewed delirious psycho-babble while his body twitched in a seemingly violent epileptic attack that caused him to punch his own chest and thighs. "RAPE DEAD FAGGOT CUNT FUCK HATE GOD FUCK CROUTON FUCK STREUDEL BASTARD CUNT WAFFLE GODDAMSHITFUCKCOCKCUNTGODDAMFAGGOTFUCKINGSHITFU-"
"Ah, horseshit." Aveline said. She glanced over at Maxwell, staring at Tomas with wide, awestruck eyes. Aveline wondered what was going through the shep-coon's mind right about now. Maybe that she wasn't a wolf-woman to be easily fucked with? Or that she looked utterly orgasmic while managing to ruin the McMallory family dynamic, one violent nut-kick and head-slam at a time? Maybe Max simply didn't expect such a freaky reaction from a mere butting of heads. He was genuinely intrigued by Tomas's failing mental status though. It was hypnotic - like staring at a train wreck. One couldn’t possibly consider looking for too long, yet one mustn’t ever look away either. 
Aveline, however, was just fed up with having asshole coyote anthros stinking up her home. 
"Fuck this noise." Sin-wolf said. 
She walked over to Maxwell and retrieved her pistol, silently collecting it from his hand-paws. They exchanged a glance of silence. Tomas grew panicked, eyes opened wide and head shaking. He held his arms, crooked and numb, up in front of his face. Sin-wolf shot his leg once, causing Tomas to kneel down and grab at the wound, face frozen in an ugly rictus of outrageous pain. She kicked the coyote down to the floor. Tomas's flabby arms raised up to provide a last-ditch means of safety and protection. Aveline simply kicked his arms aside and she emptied the rest of the Beretta's clip into Tomas's face, pulverizing his cranium with lead and metal and gunpowder and carnage. Gouts of blood sprayed freely from his face, spraying droplets upon Aveline's face and chest. When the clip ran dry, a small trail of cordite smoke rose from the tip of the gun's barrel. The Wild West had returned to Odessa County, after all.
~
Aveline twirled the pistol in her hands like a gunslinger and placed it gently upon the surface of her bed, where Willy stood attentive, panting fast, still erect and drippy. Aveline grabbed for a nearby towel to dry herself off, then obtained Tomas's switchblade to cut free the zip-ties holding her wrists together. Aveline walked over to Willy. The pitbull reared back, lowering his ears, a bit intimidated by the wild wolf-woman, covered in his previous master's blood. Sin's heart melted at his reaction and she held her hand-paw out to him. He sniffed it carefully and gave her fingernails slight licks, recognizing her potential for good companionship. His thin, bony tail began to wag again. 
"Max? Let's adopt this guy. He didn't deserve to be put in this situation at all. Poor dear." Sin said, petting Willy's head, rubbing his ears and scratching at his neck. The dog savored all the attention, jaw hung open and tongue lolling. She had the magic touch with pibbles, so it seemed. "Good boy, Willy. Good boy!"
~
Aveline folded the shank-blade up and tossed it lightly towards Max, practically handing it off like an Olympic track relay baton. Max reached for and grabbed the small switchblade, exposing its cold steel, smudged with rust and dried blood splotches. Gross! He carved the zip-ties and freed himself from the heavy radiator grille, rubbing his wrists, regaining strength back in his legs so that he could stand upright without fear of fainting or falling over - the serum was still running its course. He pocketed the blade and took a few steps before losing strength and sitting back down again, slouching onto his butt loosely.
"If you adopt him, then we're sharing you." Max said, cocking his brow and grinning ear to ear.
Aveline felt her pussy tingle at the prospects of such a possibility... Max and Willy together, at once? She had many ideas in mind involving Feral Times. She moaned aloud and reached down to fondle at herself, stifling such magnificently kinky visions. Willy must've seen her thoughts, for he acted quickly with limited hesitation. He hopped off her bed, ran up to Maxwell, licked his cheek, then ran over to Aveline and rubbed against her thigh. Sin giggled as she tried to maintain balance, despite the dog bumping into her like a pinball smacking against score multiplier bumpers. At last she gave in and knelt down onto her hands and knees, crawling toward Maxwell. Willy hopped onto her backside and attempted to penetrate her again, struggling with all his might, maintaining swift patience.
When Sin reached Max, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his muzzle close to hers. They exchanged a passionate kiss, much like the same one he'd given her after she mentioned the accursed hit bounty. The only difference this time around was that Sin-wolf had a new canine companion wedged into her tailhole, knot growing wide, humping deep into her most deliriously with raw, reckless abandon. Willy licked at Sin's back as the dog shoved his knot in her butt and came hard, panting heavy, drowning her neck in heated breath. Sin masturbated herself into a delirious fit of squirting orgasmic intensity as Max ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed him as fast as he was able to cum, which was tricky since he came so much for her, every time. Sin-wolf raised her fluid-drenched fingertips up to Max's face and he grabbed her wrist, licking her paw-padded digits clean of her own feminine spunk. She moaned feverishly and trembled with orgasmic lust as Willy yelped and twirled his body around, tying his knot into Aveline's robust wolfdog pussy, cum dripping down her thighs with a slow molasses-like consistency. Max reached down, clutched her chin in his grip, brought her head up to his and gave her a small kiss on her snout, smelling his own spunk in her breath, mixed with her fluids in his own, growing even further aroused by each passing second.
Max would help Sin dispose of Ike's corpse eventually, of course. A few more minutes of swift fuckery wouldn't be ignored though. Not after the horrible shit they'd been put through.
~
After Willy had his fill of Aveline's rump and Maxwell cleaned the cum off his groin, he helped Sin-wolf relocate the bodies of Ike and Tomas McMallory to a bonfire pit erected outside, in the back lot of her apartment complex, in a deserted field full of shambled vehicular corpses, a junkyard and scrap metal lot. Using a spade and pickaxe, Max got a decent-sized hole dug up beneath the burnt-out remains of a school bus. 
They doused the corpses with kerosene and set the pyre ablaze, covering it with chicken-wire mesh screening and old dampened slabs of plywood (difficult to burn through) to help stifle any excess smoke or ash. Aveline hugged Max tenderly, throwing off the shep-coon just a bit, rather unexpectedly. Aveline had slipped on a velvet bathrobe and tied it around her waist. Now dressed in this, covering her bloody fur, Aveline walked home with Max, returning back from the assassin bonfire. She reached out and hugged Maxwell, kissing his muzzle lovingly.
"Thanks, Max. I think things might have played out very differently had you not been here tonight, but you were here. You brought me gifts for a special occasional day when you didn't have to, you maintained your patience even though I saw that you literally wanted to burn down the entire fucking world earlier, you ensured that I stay safe and secured."
"As it ever was?" Max said with a hint of dry sarcastic wit. Aveline tilted his face towards hers and she licked his snout, giving him a considerate and heartwarming smile.
"I love you, Maxwell."
"And I love you, Aveline. Now! Where the fuck were we before we got so, um... ridiculously interrupted?! Sweet shit!"
Aveline snickered aloud, grinning playfully. "I thiiiink, we were just about to engage in a little sofa romp. Me, dressed in fine lingerie, while you shag me with great... wait, where's Willy?"
Max glanced around and saw nor heard nothing. No wheezy gasping, no heavy breathing, no slobbery sneezes or yelping barks. Max and Aveline entered back into her front room and found Willy, snout buried in Aveline's Fredericks of Hollywood bag. 
"Hey! You little shit, get outta there!" Max hollered out loud, brushing Willy away from Sin's goodie-bag. When the dog removed his head, he had a pair of edible panties lodged between his teeth, like a rawhide bone. Aveline laughed out loud with a healthy, youthful and entirely sexy tone of voice. She found this generally funny, while Max had missed his chance to eat 'em up. The dog chewed as he stared at Max, practically mocking him. Max sighed, rolled his good eye and shrugged with a chuckle. "Fine, enjoy 'em while they last." Max glanced at Aveline and approached her, reaching down to massage one of her buttocks and breasts simultaneously through her bathrobe. "I don't need fucking edible panties to prove my love for this one, anyways." Max said. 
~
Aveline's eyelids fluttered and she brushed her finger-paws through his dreadlocked blonde hair, caressing his head. She couldn't have been more grateful to have Maxwell within her presence. They brushed their hair free from each other's faces and exchanged a small tender kiss in her living room. A stout black-furred pale blue-eyed pitbull named Willy ate edible panties in his new master's living room, celebrating Valentine's Day in the best way he knew how. The bodies out back charred into smoldering ash, sending a large plume of smoke up into the brisk evening sky, suspended high above the horizon.

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