Weavile: the Sequile (NSFW)

>It's been a few months since you first took in Weavile, and she's still a bitch
>She's hard to look after - although you'll admit she became a lot calmer once you installed a cooling unit in a "den" for her
>Her idea of "play" involves vicious attacks from ambush - although she's been angling her claws to leave only small scratches
>She's still rude and demanding when she needs something from you - although she has been becoming more self-sufficient lately
>She still gives you no respect at all - although, to be fair, you don't give her any either and neither of you really work for it
>Sometimes you think she's not actually that bad
>Then she attacks you and you revise your opinion

>You've been doing some reading, though, and getting a little advice from your friend
>You might have an idea to get her to settle down, if only a little bit
>You're guessing she thinks of herself as the alpha of your "pack," since you give her food and don't really fight back
>You're not going to stop giving her food - if she decided to start taking it, she'd open up every can in the pantry
>So you're going to have to be as mean as she is
>A smile crosses your face, and you grab your keys and set off for the store
>Time to prepare

>Late that night, you rise quietly, careful to step only on the soft, plush, and importantly silent rug you bought that day
>The slippers you put on are equally silent, and you know your house well enough to navigate it quietly
>You set about preparing for Weavile, in much the same way that she "prepares" for you
>And with all the same wanton disregard for injury
>Well, not quite all, but close - you're not THAT big a dick

>When morning comes, you're too jittery on caffeine and anticipation to be tired
>From your hidden position, you watch Weavile crawl out of her den, yawning cutely - or it would be cute if those teeth hadn't embedded themselves in you before
>She takes two steps forward before one foot goes out from under her
>Her feet slide wildly on the oil slick you laid down, and she nearly falls before she slams one claw into the (cheap, often-replaced) vinyl tiling
>This would be why you bought some extra panels of this stuff
>She looks around, sniffing the air, but she's apparently willing to chalk it up to a mistake
>She pads off towards the kitchen, and a smirk begins to grow on your face

>When she enters the kitchen, her small plate of food is sitting in its usual place
>She stops, wary - this is definitely not usual for you
>Cautiously, she steps over to it, keeping a careful eye out for any more oil traps
>She sniffs it carefully...before hissing and slapping it onto the tray
>Getting her to eat chili seeds was probably too much to hope for

>She's definitely suspicious now - can't fool her for long
>Oh, and she's angry too
>If anyone's laying traps and ambushing, it would be her...until now
>Honing her long, icy claws against each other, she strides towards your room, narrowly avoiding two more oil slicks along the way
>You grin as she rounds the corner - she doesn't know what she's getting into

>Weavile ignores the attic trapdoor on the ceiling behind her with its emergency beanbag fall-cushion and the large wardrobe just outside the bathroom, and instead stares down your door as if she can smell you behind it
>She leaps up to grab at the handle, and squeals in surprise as she fails to find purchase on its oiled surface
>She lands with a thump, and you stifle a laugh - you'd only done that because you had a little extra left, you didn't think it would work that well!
>Evidently, you didn't stifle it well enough, because she freezes in place
>Her ears twitch, and you can hear her sniffing the air
>If you want an ambush, the time is now

>You explode through the hole you cut in the emptied-out beanbag's outer covering, leaving your phone with its security-camera monitor behind
>Weavile is already turning, claws up to defend herself, but she didn't expect you to come out of there or to launch yourself at her so forcefully
>She gets one good slash in across your chest, but her claws skate off the piece of sheet plastic you've strapped there
>Then you're on her, practically shoulder-checking her into the ground, and you feel the wind go out of her in a rush
>The impact stuns her, and for a moment she can't do anything but gasp for breath
>Before she can react, you've dropped a leather bracelet around both her wrists, yanking it tight
>She thrashes, yanking at the bonds, but she can't get enough leverage to break them

>Now comes the REALLY chancy part - if this doesn't work you're not sure what you'll do
>You come up to your knees, grab the leather strap around her wrists, and pull up on it, keeping it just high enough to trap her hands above her head but not high enough to bring her to her feet
>The motion forces her to pause in her thrashing, and she looks up to glare at you with murder in her eyes
>Meeting her gaze, you wordlessly snarl at her and - before your nerve breaks - run the edge of your pocketknife quickly across her chest

>She freezes, mouth open in shock, staring down at her chest as beads of red form along the thin cut
>This - the ambush, the overpowering, the staredown - are all instinct to her species
>Short, brutal fights like these are how Weavile establish dominance in nature, but they're usually more limited
>Normal fights have plenty of scratches and gashes, but once one contender has clearly defeated the other, the fight is over
>Any injury "after" the fight gets repaid in kind and the fight starts again
>A cut like you've inflicted, though, is different
>It shows that you didn't just beat her, you beat her so completely she couldn't even make you pay for the injury
>If you're right, she's only got one way to respond to this

>She stays suspended there, unwilling to move, for a few heartbeats longer
>Then she closes her eyes, shudders briefly, and tilts her head back to expose her neck
>You give a silent prayer of thanks to whatever gods may be listening and flip your knife shut, sliding it back into your pocket
>Then you flick the quick-release on the leather strap
>She collapses to her back, neck still exposed and claws at her sides, but she's fidgeting nervously - this is a little bit unusual
>In a pack of wild Weavile, what she did would indicate utter submission to the Weavile that just defeated her
>Normally, this would be followed by her crest being mangled as the victor establishes his position over her
>You, however, have a different form of dominance in mind

>You release the codpiece you wore just in case, casting it aside
>Since you started caring for Weavile, sex with her has not been uncommon
>However, it's usually been predicated by Weavile attacking you and you failing to fight back and/or screaming
>You've begun to develop a Pavlovian response to a fight with her
>So it's no surprise that you're hard now
>You move until you're kneeling over her, and she sighs with resignation
>Then you tickle her chin gently
>Her eyes flicker, then open wide as she sees the head of your cock hanging above her face
>Her mouth opens in a little gasp of surprise
>You take the opportunity to grab her head and slam your cock down your throat

>In another time, she might have let her razor-sharp teeth just barely scrape you, making you pull back with haste
>Now, though, she just closes her lips around you and grips your legs tightly before starting to go to town
>You groan in pleasure as she begins to bob her head back and forth along your shaft, your hand resting gently on the back of her head to guide her
>She's never given you a blowjob before - the closest she's come is licking around your head to get you hard for her - but she seems to be a natural
>She's swallowing around your cock, taking you deep into her throat, and doing something with her tongue that's driving you mad
>She barely seems to need to breathe, and when she does pull her head back for a gasping breath of air, she always dives back onto you with a vigor
>You find yourself leaning back a bit as she twists herself out from under you, keeping her lips around your cock the whole time, and the new position lets her push your head even deeper down her throat

>It's not long before you can feel your orgasm coming
>Your dick starts to twitch in her mouth, and she pulls back...but only long enough to take a deep breath before taking you into her mouth once more
>Your climax hits, and you groan as you pump load after load of cum into her mouth
>She pulls back just a little too soon, and takes the last blast across her face
>She doesn't seem to mind, though - she's too busy gasping for breath, a small rope of your cum dripping from the corner of her mouth

>Weavile composes herself, and runs her tongue around her lips to scoop up the dangling droplets of seed
>Then she swallows, with evident delight
>A little shudder of pleasure passes through her, and you notice that her slit is dripping wet
>She looks up at you, and her eyes are burning with need
>She doesn't move, though - she doesn't seem to dare
>You must have smiled at her, because she takes that as acceptance and leans forward to take your softening cock in her mouth again
>She licks along its length, cleaning your seed from all along it, and quietly hums in pleasure with every taste she gets
>To your surprise, you're starting to get hard again
>Well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth

>She pulls back from you with a pop, licking her lips again, and goes to stand
>Maybe you're getting a little too into this - actually, no "maybe" about it, you're DEFINITELY getting too into this - but a growl rumbles out of your chest
>She freezes in place, staring at you with a small spark of fear in her eyes
>You reach out with one hand, and stroke the lips of her pussy
>She shivers in delight
>Then, in a sudden motion, you lunge at her and push her to the ground
>You end up over her, cock positioned between her legs, head brushing against her slit
>She gives a mewling wail of pure need, bucking a little under you, trying to push herself up to sheathe you
>You let her squirm for a little while
>Then you plunge all the way into her

>It's like the first time you fucked her, almost
>Back then, you'd been in the same position for part of it, you on top of her and practically forcing yourself into her
>The difference now was that she wasn't fighting you
>You'd never dared to go back to that after you'd tried the second time and she'd fought back hard enough to leave a scar on your left asscheek
>But now that you're here, you're noticing that she seems to like it
>She's reacting more enthusiastically than ever before, bucking her hips against you in time with your thrusts, bringing you deeper than ever before
>On some subtle instinct, you lean down
>You intend to bite her shoulder gently, but she clamps down around you, and you find that you've drawn blood
>You've actually got a mark in a similar place on your shoulder
>She practically screams in pleasure, wrapping her arms around you as her pussy ripples around your cock

>You realize, then
>All this time, her assaults - the sexual ones too - haven't just been for her sake
>She's been teasing you, taunting you, and trying to get you to do this
>Whenever you fucked before, she always came the hardest when it was a fight
>She seemed crueler lately because you'd been just lying there, letting her satisfy herself, and it's not what she wants
>She doesn't just want to mate
>She wants it to be brutal
>And with that in mind, you give her what she wants

>Your hands grip her tight enough to, potentially, leave bruises
>Your nails leave thin red scrapes across her back
>You bottom out in her with every thrust, slamming into her with all your strength
>You're hurting her, using her without a care for her well-being
>You'd worry about what you were doing, except she clearly LOVES it
>She moves her hips in time with you to push you deeper, and her screams of pleasure are deafening
>You can feel her pussy clamping and rippling as you thrust, and she seems to come practically every five seconds
>It's the best fuck you've ever gotten from her

>You come with a roar, slamming yourself in her until you feel your head brush her cervix
>Her own orgasmic wail mixes with yours in a strange harmony, as her back arches and her pussy clamps down on you
>The two of you stay like that for a frozen instant of pleasure before you collapse, narrowly managing to roll rather than land on her
>She collapses too, breathing hard, your cum leaking from her battered slit
>You can see the bloody line across her chest, the toothmarks on her shoulder, and some of the scratches along her back
>She doesn't seem to care about them, though, or even notice
>Instead, as you watch, she pulls a strand of cum from her pussy and sucks it down with a shiver of delight

>Neither of you seem terribly inclined to move, but at last, she stands on shaking feet
>Limping a little from the repeated impacts to her pelvis, she totters over to you to sit down heavily near your head
>You tense as you feel her claws brush your head
>Instead of attacking, though, she starts gently teasing out the tangles and curls of your hair
>Is she...grooming you?
>Among Weavile, grooming usually only happened from mother to child, or among the (very, very rare) pair-bonded alphas of a pack
>You were certain she didn't see you as a child, so...did that mean what you think it meant?
>You closed your eyes in contentment as Weavile gently kneaded you
>You'd deal with that later