"Go on. Tap out, bitch." The wolfess' tone was mocking as she tightened her grip on the squirming coyote, her arm firmly wrapped around his neck. Yote let out a growl and tried his best to work free of her hold, but it was no use, she'd break his arm if he yanked any harder. But then again, he bet her he'd do anything if she could get him to submit in less than 2 minutes, and the clock was running out. Of course, with her arm compressing on his carotid arteries, Yote started to wonder if he'd even be conscious.

"Come on, just say it. 'We coyotes belong to you wolves'."

"Grawrrghh... Fuck... you." Yote snarled, starting to feel a little light headed

Natalya licked and roughly bit at his ear, a deep rumbling growl emanating from her throat. "Mmm, absolutely. But all in good time. Remember, Yotie- If you pass out, that counts. And you've still got a whole minute."

Yote let out a ragged growl and hooked his foot around Natalya's leg, trying to sweep her foot out from under her.

"Hahaha! nice try coyote. All right if you won't give up on your own, time to go night night."

Natalya increased the pressure on Yote's neck, feeling his struggles become weaker and weaker before she felt him go limp in her grasp. Lowering him gently to the ground she checked to ensure that his chest was still rising and falling.

With a grin on her muzzle, the wolfess looked down at her unconscious mate.

"Soon as you wake up, you're gonna pay that bet."

So after all the pics of her boyfriend in the clutches of various other femmes, Natalya started to get a little jealous. And a jealous wolf is never a good thing. Especially when she's a Spetznaz-trained operator. Then Yote went and started talking smack about how all wolves secretly were submissive at heart... This sparked a friendly argument, and a bet that Natalya couldn't make Yote submit or pass out in 2 minutes.

Sometimes coyotes should just keep their big mouths shut.

Artwork (c) AggroBadger
Characters (c) Me