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I was supposed to be working on something different, but this idea was keeping me up at night so I kinda had to write it out. Enjoy.

WARNING: This is a dark, ugly little story filled with rape and other nastiness. There is not a happy ending.

The club Jay worked at had a reputation both for glitz and trouble. It sat right at the edge of the rough part of town and attracted patrons from all across the city. While she'd started as a bartender, management had soon taken notice of Jay's size and quickly made her into a bouncer.

It was a good move.

Jay was tall even for a tigress, fit and toned from many hours in the gym. While she was quite good at mixing drinks, beating on perverts and degenerates was more fun by far.

The sun had just set when she started her shift, stepping out next to the bar. It was already shaping up to be a busy evening, music throbbing as the club filled with people eager to have a good time.

Leaning against the bar top, Jay made casual eye contact with the girl on duty, a doberman named Haley. Haley was flirty by default and Jay more than eager to reciprocate. While she doubted it would ever lead to anything, she still liked the idea of maybe hooking up with the bouncy canine girl someday.

"Any action yet?" The doberman asked, offering her a smile.

"Not the type I want." Jay replied, shooting the dog girl a wink.

Haley giggled and returned to her duties. Jay did the same. She was in a pretty good mood.

That mood held through the better part of a busy evening, as she monitored the increasingly crowded club. Normally bouncers were meant to lurk on the fringes, seen but not heard unless something was going on.

For the most part that didn't happen, but there were a few drunks and handsy creeps who needed to be kicked out. Jay executed this part of her job with consulate professionalism, escorting those who were docile and tossing all the rest. Most of the people in the club were considerably smaller than her and quailed rather than put up any sort of resistance.

Everything was going pretty smoothly until she got a call from the bar. Someone had decided to get handsy with the barkeep. Messing with staff was a fairly serious violation of club rules and Jay wasted no time in zipping over, parting the crowd like an icebreaker shearing through a frozen sea.

Immediately she spotted the source of the trouble. A group of four had clustered around the bar. Their leader was a coffee furred weasel, skinny and small, done up in designer clothes. Jay could see the glint of a slender gold chain around his neck. His friends, a runty black furred wolf, a raccoon and a dun colored rabbit, were all dressed about the same. The weasel had grabbed Haley's wrist, hard enough that his claws were dug into her flesh. He looked to be trying to chat her up, as only a practiced degenerate could.

Jay recognized the group's type; trust fund brats trying desperately to be gangsters. She loomed behind them, arms folded. Nearby patrons scooted away, recognizing that something was about to happen.

Haley's eyes met hers and Jay winked. It was at about that point that the weasel's friends took notice of her, sudden, identical looks of alarm widening their eyes. But the weasel himself remained oblivious.

"Come on," he was saying, Jay could just barely hear his voice underneath the club's music, "it'll be fun..."

Haley jerked free with a wince.

"Fuck off." She growled.

The weasel began to bristle, an ugly look coming into his eyes, but before he could say anything the raccoon grabbed his shoulder, alerting him to the new danger that had just come from behind.

"I think you're done for the night." Jay said.

The weasel's expression, already wary, crumpled into a sullen, almost surprised sort of anger. It was the sort of look that came to a person who was only now facing consequences for the first time in their life.

"How come?" The wolf asked, trying to puff himself up. He was the tallest of the four but Jay still had a foot on him.

She ignored his bluster.

"Either you and your friends get out, or I drag you out one by one. Which is it gonna be?" Jay rolled her shoulders, letting them see her physique, the way her muscles rippled beneath striped orange and black fur.

The weasel's anger faltered but didn't quite break.

"You're making a mistake. Do you have any idea--"

Jay cracked him across the face with the flat of one paw, sending the weasel into the bar. Haley jolted back, a surprised sort of delight flashing across her face. It contrasted perfectly with the open alarm that now possessed the weasel's friends.

The raccoon immediately went to the weasel's side but was shoved away. The weasel staggered back up, breathing hard. His fur had bristled and his whiskers trembled, all crooked on the side she'd slapped him.

"You bitch!" He shouted, voice high with shock. There was blood pinking the teeth at one corner of his mouth.

Jay was so amused by this that she slapped him again, across the other cheek. This time the weasel went to the floor with a crash. The wolf knelt to try and help him up but was pushed away much like the raccoon had been.

"Get out or else I'll start breaking teeth." Jay said. The people closest to her had stopped dancing and were spectating instead, phones aimed as they watched the little confrontation unfold.

The weasel got up, a little shaky on his feet, and ran one paw roughly between his ears, flattening the fur there as he glared at Jay. Edging back, out of arms reach, he jabbed a finger in her direction, friends moving alongside him like a flock of sheep.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your fucking life..." He breathed.

Jay didn't bat an eye. Threats like that were dime a dozen in her line of work.

The rabbit, who was bringing up the rear, shook his head malevolently at her.

"We're gonna get you, you fucking dyke." He snarled. But though he'd probably intended it as a parting shot, some way to salvage the situation at least a little, the fierceness of his words didn't help one bit when Jay took a step forward and slapped him as well, knocking the hapless rabbit into his friends.

The four accelerated the pace of their retreat, Jay shadowing them until they had made it to the back exit, which opened out into an alleyway. They stepped back and stood in a group, keeping well back as Jay leaned against the doorframe.

"I see any of you again, I'll break your legs." She said.

The weasel gingerly dabbed at the corner of his mouth, trembling with humiliation.

"You aint gonna be so high and mighty next time you see me." He hissed, then beat a hasty retreat down the alleyway before Jay could knock him around any more.

Satisfied that the problem had been dealt with, Jay returned to the bar, perfectly casual. She dusted her paws off for show and Haley smiled.

"What did that creep want?" Jay asked.

Haley blew out a breath.

"He said he had a limo out back, wanted me to go party with him and his friends." She seemed faintly amused by the situation now that it was over and safely resolved.

"They're gone now." Jay said.

Haley smiled, then leaned over the bar top, gaze suddenly very direct. Jay had to keep herself from looking lower, to where the doberman's low cut top exposed a great deal of brown furred cleavage.

"Thanks." The dog girl said, and then was holding out a little slip of paper.

Jay accepted with a smile and retreated back to her usual corner. She already knew what the paper was but smiled all the same when she unfolded it to see a phone number and, written beneath in flowery script, a very elegant 'call me' bordered on both sides by hearts.

She tucked the number away and couldn't keep a little smile from tugging at the corners of her usually quite stern mouth. By the end of her shift she had almost completely forgotten about the weasel and his friends.

It was a little past three when Jay left the club, which was beginning to shut down. She'd changed back into her street clothes, jeans and a tank top, and decided to take the alley exit. It had the most direct route to the bus stop and the darkness didn't much bother her. She felt tired and just a little frazzled, it had been a very busy night. Still, considering what had happened, she couldn't complain.

Slipping one paw into her pocket, where she had Haley's note, Jay smiled to herself.

It was at about that point she realized there was someone following her. She turned, fur beginning to rise. Behind her, only a few yards away, was a skulking figure, features hidden by shadow. It was strangely familiar, though not in a way that she immediately recognized. From behind him she could see others, hanging slightly back.

"Hey," she growled, taking a step forward, "if you're thinking about trying anything--"

Jay had just enough time to recognize the dull gleam of a gold chain before the figure raised one paw, what looked like a paper straw held between two fingers, and blew something fine and powdery into her face.

She inhaled before she could think not to, blinking hard as she backpedaled, heart suddenly in her throat. But even as she did there was a numbness tracing her nose and lips. She took another step back, legs suddenly watery beneath her, the weasel and his friends closing in.

Shit.

Jay tried to run but her legs buckled and she fell against the wall of the alleyway. In an instant her attackers were on her, forcing her to her knees. The wolf came up from behind and held her in a bear hug that pinned her arms to her sides. Jay struggled but couldn't break his grip. Her motions felt muddy and slow, thoughts falling apart even before they could fully form. All she could really focus on with any consistency was the fact that she was now in terrible trouble.

The weasel stepped closer, letting the straw drop from his fingers. He was grinning crookedly, eyes bright with sadistic glee.

"Told you I'd make you sorry." He snickered, and slapped her hard across the face, just as she'd done to him. Behind her, at the mouth of the alleyway, Jay heard a vehicle draw to a halt with a hiss of brakes, then a window was rolling down.

"You get her?" A voice called, low and quiet. Jay didn't recognize it. This had to be someone new.

"Yeah," the rabbit answered from where he stood next to the weasel, "we fucking got her!" He was breathing hard, one paw dropping to massage a growing bulge between his legs.

Jay growled, but the noise couldn't suppress a thin spike of icy horror that speared her through and through.

"Let me go..." She said, the words coming in a slurred grumble that the weasel only laughed at.

But though the forefront of her mind remained soupy and atomized, she still knew what was about to happen to her. She'd humiliated the weasel. Now, in return, he was going to ruin her.

In the end it took all four of them to wrestle her into the vehicle, which turned out to be a white painted limousine. The inside was kitschy and bright, with velvet upholstery and neon lights framing the tinted windows. They lit everything with a purply glow that made Jay's head spin.

But though she struggled and snarled and made her assailants' work extra hard, they were still cumulatively stronger than her poor drugged self and eventually they pushed her into the limousine, the wolf pinning her onto her back on the floor. Forcing a knee between her legs, he levered them open and ground against her, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck.

Jay tried to squirm away from the wolf's grotesque attentions, an outraged snarl leaking from between gritted teeth, but she couldn't move. A moment later the wolf was mercifully prodded away, getting up with a grumble. He was immediately replaced by the weasel, who stood over her, planting a foot on her throat. Jay grabbed the weasel's ankle but lacked the strength to twist him off his feet. All she could (barely) do was ensure that she wouldn't be strangled.

The weasel stared down at her, like a hunter posing with a trophy.

"You belong to us now, bitch," he gloated, alight with victory and anticipation for what would come next, "...I'm gonna enjoy this."

He knelt, the wolf leaning in to pin Jay's legs as the rabbit held her arms. Together, the weasel and the raccoon worked together to rip her shirt open, impatiently shredding the fabric.

Jay wasn't wearing a bra and cried out as her breasts were bared, round and full, covered by a soft layer of snowy white fur.

The weasel laughed, running one paw roughly across her chest, tweaking one ebony nipple. Pain jittered through Jay's body, but she couldn't do more than struggle like a worm impaled on a fishing hook, powerless to fight back.

"Look at those tits!" The raccoon marveled, and squeezed her other breast.

Rage, hot and ugly, coursed through Jay's body in short, hard pulses, burning like battery acid. Through her thoughts, foggy and vague as they were, rose a prevailing anger...but with it came helplessness. There was no outlet for her feelings except screaming and snarling, little impotent gestures that would do nothing at all.

Angry tears welled at the corners of her eyes and Jay let a breath shudder through her teeth. How could this have happened to her? How could these degenerates have possibly brought her so low?

But she would be brought lower yet, a part of her knew that somehow. Her attackers wouldn't be satisfied with merely molesting her. And indeed Jay could hear zippers being undone, the weasel removing his belt with his free paw even as he continued to maul her breasts.

At the front of the limousine the little tinted glass divider slid back and the driver poked his head through. He was a calico cat, Jay saw, his fur puffing up with an ever growing excitement as he observed the assault in process. His eyes seized upon her breasts and Jay grimaced.

"You better save me a piece of that." He said.

The weasel nodded distractedly, tugging his belt fully off and tossing it to the side. His pants, already loose on his skinny frame, slid a few inches down, held up only by the bulge his hardening member was making in the fabric.

"Yeah, yeah..." He grunted, a paw traveling across Jay's flat stomach and slipping into her pants, "just get us someplace private and you can have all you want."

Jay again tried to squeeze her legs shut, but the wolf overpowered her easily. A moment later she felt his paws at her hips and realized he was trying to tug her pants down.

Between her legs, the weasel's fingers rubbed over her feline slit. He pinched roughly at where he guessed her clit to be and Jay yelped despite herself, the noise high and pathetic.

The raccoon giggled, everything rocking in place for a moment as the limo started off, the driver taking them away.

Someplace private, the weasel had said.

Jay glared up at her attackers, frightened, wrathful tears spilling down her cheeks. She hated feeling so weak, so completely at the mercy of lowlives like these.

Earlier, she'd knocked them around at will. But now...

She snarled and twisted her hips as the weasel tried to push his fingers into her pussy, thwarting his attentions for a moment.

Muttering, the weasel withdrew his paw and instead helped the wolf yank her pants fully off, stripping her naked. Then, once more, they had to fight to pin her back down.

"I think she needs some more," the raccoon said from where he'd stepped into the back of the limo, "she's still being kind of a buzzkill."

The weasel deliberated for a moment, then nodded.

"Just a little," he said, "I want her to feel this."

The wolf laughed and forced Jay's legs open a little wider, an outraged growl rumbling from the very center of herself. She bared her teeth but the gesture felt weak and crooked, her muscles not quite doing what she wanted them to.

A moment later the rabbit grabbed her muzzle, forcing her to stare straight up at the ceiling. And again there came a tickly spray of powder and an intensifying numbness even as she spat and exhaled and tried desperately to expel the stuff from her system.

Her efforts fell apart and she felt a tremble roll through her, not quite physical. Instead it seemed like her nervous system had gone into shock and was right on the verge of shutting down sensation and feeling, everything that marked her as even slightly conscious and present.

But it didn't. Her muscles relaxed and mind executed a long, sickening swoop as her vision doubled, but she stayed awake.

The wolf let go of her legs and the rabbit released her arms. For a moment her four attackers simply stood in place, cautiously observing her.

Jay tried to jump up. She knew what she wanted to do, her paws itched to grab the weasel by the ankles and twist him off of his feet. Her legs ached to lash out and catch the wolf under the chin. But though her limbs moved and her thoughts processed in bits and pieces, all motion was reduced to a syrupy crawl, like she was trying to run in a dream.

The weasel grinned and exchanged a look with the others.

Then they leapt on her.

It wasn't difficult for them to force her into an ideal position. Jay had assumed they would use her right there on the floor, but instead the wolf and the weasel each took one of her arms and hauled her up into a sitting position on one of the back seats. Her head lolled back against the tinted glass of the limo's rear window as they cruised ever onward.

With that done the weasel pushed Jay's legs open, forcing her to bare her feline slit, its velvety ebony folds a stark contrast to the snowy white fur that surrounded it.

A little pink bottle of lube made an appearance and the weasel squirted a generous dollop between her legs. He wanted his entrance to be easy, Jay realized, feeling sick even as icy slickness drooled over her vulnerable pussy. The weasel wanted to glide into her with no resistance at all.

Coming closer, the weasel pushed a pair of fingers inside of her, grinding up against Jay even as he did. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent, pre soaking through her fur as he bit the side of her neck, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Jay winced but refused to whimper or cry out or do anything that her assailant might interpret as submission. She refused to give him the pleasure.

But that didn't mean what he was doing didn't hurt.

It hurt in a physical sense, his fingering was rough and sent prickles of red hot pain through the length of her entire body. Muscles sluggishly attempted to contract and force his invading digits out, but to no avail. That hurt, but dwarfing it was an entire ugly tide of shame and humiliation.

She was at the mercy of these people, and they were going to do whatever they wanted to her, no matter what she did. They were going to rape her over and over again and shred every last little bit of her dignity.

Behind the weasel, Jay could see the wolf going through the pockets of her discarded pants. He'd already stolen her panties, she could see them looped around his other wrist, and the sight made her feel an irrational surge of rage even beyond everything else.

Then the wolf dipped a paw into her hip pocket and came back out with Haley's note. Jay gritted her teeth, heart clenching in her chest.

"Ha ha, holy shit," the wolf giggled, putting the contents of the note together with its flowery, definitely feminine handwriting, "that bitch at the bar and the kitty too, they're both dykes!"

The weasel paused in his fingering, leaving himself up to the knuckle in Jay's lubed slit, and glanced up at her, a fresh smile on his face.

"No kidding..." His eyes found hers and she glared impotently, watching as a new cruelty bubbled up from somewhere in the depths of the weasel's soul, "you've never had a man before, huh?"

He pushed his fingers into her again, as deep as they could go, and Jay just barely bit back a whimper. This was bad. It made her heart feel slow and constricted, a new layer of ugliness layered over everything.

At least before they hadn't known they were hurting her on this new and very personal level. Now they did...and they would be sure to take advantage of it.

"I'll fucking kill you." She tried to say, but only managed a thin groan.

The weasel slid his fingers free from her slit, then pushed her hard against the back window of the limousine as he shuffled more fully between her legs. Jay could see his cock, pink and tapered, throbbing just short of her pussy, its pointed tip pressing against the fur just above her clit before he readjusted and was sliding into her.

The weasel's cock wasn't very large and his penetration didn't hurt exactly, but Jay still whimpered before she could stop herself, the defeat she was experiencing even more firmly cemented. All of her life she'd never had so much as a moment's interest in the opposite sex, yet now...

Tears continued to slide down her cheeks, silent and sorrowful.

The weasel shoved his full length into her slippery cunt, hammering into her with vicious, full thrusts that only grew more intense as his paws found her breasts and he latched his teeth into the side of her neck, a fresh sting of pain expanding there.

He hadn't bothered with a condom either.

Past the busily thrusting form of her rapist, Jay could see the other three eagerly waiting their turns. The wolf squeezed a tennis ball sized knot at the bottom of a pointed canine shaft. His cock was a bright ruby red and easily the largest out of everyone's, though the rabbit's wasn't far behind. He stroked his cock as he watched her get fucked.

The raccoon had stayed on the floor and knelt almost like a man in prayer, pleasuring himself slowly, his blunt cock leaking pre like a faucet.

They would all take their turns, and so would the driver. Jay had nearly forgotten about him in the midst of everything.

She let her head fall back, unable to bear looking at the scene for any longer. That did nothing to eliminate what she felt: the weasel's cock, warm and unpleasant, driving into her again and again, the impatient grope of his paws on her chest and the prickle of his teeth on her neck.

He was huffing for breath, drool wetting her fur, coming close to the edge already. The excitement of getting revenge coupled with the soaked tightness of her virgin cunt had clearly gotten to him.

"I own you," the weasel panted, thrusts growing jagged and uneven as he humped desperately into her, "this is what you get, uppity bitch."

The last word dissolved into a groan and then the weasel was bucking hard between her legs, hilting his spasming cock into her velvety sex as his climax hit.

Jay shut her eyes and tried to drift away, but it was impossible to ignore the heat of the weasel's cum as it splashed into her, soiling her womb.

He thrust a few more times, cum drooling out from around his tapered shaft, puddling against the base of Jay's tail as he savored his afterglow, desperate to wring as much pleasure as he could from his conquest. But finally his member softened and the weasel withdrew with a short, satisfied whistle, his grin sharp toothed and cruel.

Jay forced herself to be quiet breathe as evenly as she could, even as a great big shiver of horror and grief and shame rolled over her, forcing a tiny groan from between her teeth.

He'd cum inside of her...

"We got a real fucking slut here," the weasel panted as he took a seat, glancing amongst his friends, "she was gripping down on my cock and everything."

That got a laugh from the others and Jay felt a part of herself shrivel and cringe beneath the mockery. This was all too much to bear.

"What if she gets pregnant?" The wolf asked. There seemed to be a part of him excited by the question.

"Who cares?" The weasel smirked and pulled out his phone. A moment later the flash went off and he chuckled to himself. He'd taken a picture of her freshly fucked cunt, still oozing cum.

More phones were coming out now, Jay could hear sounds as videos were started and pictures taken. She wanted badly to curl into a ball, to sink through the floor of the limousine and into the earth itself...

But she wasn't so lucky.

The wolf and rabbit came for her next, each having propped their phone someplace strategic so they could film the whole thing. Jay tried to kick as the wolf advanced, aiming for his bobbing red cock, but her leg only flopped uselessly in place and the wolf laughed, glancing to the camera on his phone as though it might share in his amusement.

Even as they grabbed her Jay saw that the raccoon was hanging back. He seemed to be a bit of voyeur, she realized, and hoped that meant he wouldn't join in.

At first the wolf and rabbit tried to prop her on her paws and knees, only to realize that she was too weak even to manage that. Adjusting, they decided instead to double team her holes, the wolf sliding underneath Jay as the rabbit gripped her hips, smacking her round rear with the flat of one palm.

The weasel laughed as they got into position, still clearly getting a kick out of watching Jay's dignity be smashed.

"Make sure your balls don't touch." He snickered.

The rabbit offered him a casual middle finger, then was doing something out of Jay's sight. Beneath her the wolf laced his arms around her middle, just above her waist, and slowly drove his cock into her tight feline slit.

Jay groaned and squirmed impotently, almost not recognizing a sudden sensation of cold against her tail-hole. The rabbit was applying lube. But rather than introduce fingers in an attempt to loosen her up a bit, he only shuffled forward, one paw slicking his cock in preparation for penetration.

The rabbit's paws found her hips, then he was pushing in, the head of his cock, hot and wet and sticky, slamming into her tightest hole, stretching her open with a single greedy thrust.

In an instant Jay was filled, pussy and tail-hole violated simultaneously. A little noise, not quite a whimper, leaked from between her teeth and she flopped helplessly against the wolf, who only thrust harder into her, forcing her breasts to bounce against his chest.

She was bigger than him, heavier too, but though she halfheartedly thought that maybe the size difference would make it harder for him to rape her, the wolf seemed perfectly happy where he was, his thick canine tool stretching her almost beyond her limits.

But where the wolf's penetration hurt, the rabbit's rough fucking of her tail-hole was nothing short of agony. His tapered cock was almost as thick as the wolf's towards its base and he never failed to hilt himself into her at the height of each thrust, leaking great spurts of boiling pre into the silken heat of her ass.

"Oh fuck," the rabbit groaned as he ground into her, heavy balls churning against the firmness of her round rear, "can't believe I'm the first to tap this."

The wolf only laughed and pushed hard into her, Jay grunting as his knot pressed against the lips of her beleaguered pussy. But even lubed and abused as she was, it was too large to be easily admitted.

A moment later the limousine slid to a halt and then the engine cut off. For a moment Jay held out hope that this meant they would stop, if only to move her someplace else, but the rabbit and wolf only kept humping happily away, grunting and panting as they took their pleasure from her unwilling body.

The driver's door opened and then slammed shut, and a moment later the driver himself made an appearance, fur disheveled. He'd clearly been fantasizing about fucking her for the entire drive.

Before the door closed again Jay thought she got a look at an enclosed concrete space. Were they in a parking garage?

The driver sat opposite the weasel, antsy and impatient, paws fumbling as he undid his pants and let a thick feline length flop free, lined with barbs and wet with pre.

"I've always wanted to fuck a tigress." He said, voice airy with longing.

The weasel laughed and kept snapping pictures. He had to be sending them to people, Jay realized, for he kept typing in between pictures, smirking as he thought up new and humiliating captions.

Finally, he looked up to where the raccoon was still watching the action, panting as he watched his friends shove into Jay's abused holes again and again.

"You gonna get in on the action?" The weasel asked, glancing over both the raccoon and the driver, "her mouth is free."

"She'd bite." The driver said.

The raccoon only shrugged and kept stroking himself, content to watch for the time being.

It took what felt like an eternity, but finally the rabbit came first. He telegraphed the approach of his climax clearly, gritting his teeth and panting as his cock twitched inside of her, balls jerking as they pressed against her ass.

When he did cum it was with a strangled groan as he thrust forward with unrivaled intensity, collapsing on top of Jay as quick squirts of thin lapine seed set her tail-hole alight.

Below her, the wolf continued to pump into her cunt, little whining noises bordering his grunts and groans as he edged inexorably towards an orgasm of his own. Still he was trying to push his knot into her, but Jay clenched down as best she could, refusing to let him do that to her. She clenched and focused all her energy on doing so, but her drug addled muscles could only manage so much. Despite her efforts she could feel the wolf beginning to make headway, battering more and more of his throbbing knot into her with each successive thrust.

He was hugging her even more tightly now, claiming her body all to himself as the rabbit withdrew with a warm splatter of cum that drooled down the backs of Jay's thighs.

"I love breaking in feline babes," the wolf panted almost casually as his thrusts began to quicken, "none of you are used to the knot, but you all beg for it in the end."

And then he was grinding determinedly into her pussy, a whine leaking from his lips, half eagerness and half desperation. Jay could feel his balls tightening, the steady drip of pre oozing from the tip of his cock turning to a torrent as he prepared to cum inside of her. She tried to clench down but all her muscles did was shiver and then collapse, resistance imploding as the wolf sank the entirety of his length into her defeated slit. The wolf's hips shivered as he came and she felt his lips on her throat, lavishing her with sloppy canine kisses as he pumped his load into her cunt, soaking her despoiled womb with warm pulses of lupine cum.

Jay shut her eyes, trying not to think about what the loads the weasel and wolf had shot into her might be doing.

"Holy shit, did you knot her?" The weasel asked, sitting up in his seat, fresh excitement in his voice.

The wolf laughed and slapped Jay's ass, fishing a dispirited groan from her.

"Fuck yeah," he boasted, "filled the bitch with puppies."

Jay began to tremble, her paws slowly balling into helpless little fists. The weasel knelt next to her, the tip of his cock once again poking from its fuzzy sheath. Grabbing her by one ear, he hauled her head up, camera aimed into her face.

"You having fun?" He asked.

Jay tried to tug away but the weasel's grip was too firm. She found herself all but skewered by the impassive gaze of his phone's camera.

Tapping a button, the weasel turned it around, showing her the screen. There were messages there, and comments. Reactions to what they were doing to her from other degenerates just like the ones that had seized her.

She shut her eyes before she could read any, but the energy baking off of them was unmistakable, and she could hear the soft, cheerful ping-ping-ping of more coming in all the time.

"You're pretty popular," the weasel grinned, teeth exposed from ear to ear, "got all sorts of people saying they'd pay me to let them do all sorts of stuff to you."

"Fuck you." Jay tried to say, but again nothing recognizable came out. There were tears leaking from the corners of her eyes now, constant and impossible to stop.

The weasel gave her a condescending pat on the head.

"I'm not interested in sharing though," he said, and Jay figured this was supposed to be a reassurance, "I don't even want to keep you. Too much fucking trouble. I just want to go to sleep knowing that somewhere there's a mouthy, superior bitch whose life I ruined."

The wolf chuckled and held out a fist for a bump. The weasel gave it to him and suddenly the driver was standing up, cock bouncing in front of him, so hard it trembled.

"I gotta fuck her." He muttered, half to himself, and hurried around Jay, positioning himself behind her. She shut her eyes, feeing empty and broken even as the calico sank his cock into the warm, slick confines of her tail-hole, one paw gripping on to the base of her tail as he thrust rapidly into her, breath coming in ragged little gasps. His barbs stung and Jay found herself squirming as the calico bent over her, reaming her ass. He moaned and panted, the weasel snickering as he filmed the ordeal, one paw dropping to stroke his own renewed erection.

The driver didn't last long, only a few more thrusts before his own climax seemed to take him by surprise. His cock jerked inside of her and then Jay could feel warm jets of feline cum filling her ass, the calico stroking his fingers over her striped fur before withdrawing. Jay's breathing had gone ragged, fresh pain crackling between her legs. Even though the driver had been smaller than the rabbit, his barbs had hurt a great deal more.

With that done the wolf tested his knot, where it was still plugging her pussy. Jay winced, fresh hurts disturbed, but the wolf paid no mind, flipping her so that she was on her back, the world spinning around her for a sickening moment before it all reluctantly settled.

The driver stepped back, still panting. He looked almost embarrassed, the world suddenly a lot clearer and less appealing in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm.

"I'll, uh...I'll be up front." He muttered, and then was gone.

The rabbit laughed and made a rude gesture, though Jay wasn't quite sure at what.

It took the wolf a few minutes to get his knot out of her and by the time it did, slipping free amidst a small flood of warm, sticky wolf cum, she felt almost like heaving a sigh of relief. Her pussy sang with pain where it had been stretched so deeply, the agony crackling up within her, all along the length of her entire body.

Then the wolf grabbed her arm and Jay found herself hauled upright into a sitting position, the wolf's cum smeared cock pressed against one cheek. She knew what he wanted but only shut her eyes and made him manually open her mouth before sliding his cock in. His cum tasted salty and faintly bitter, a creamy taste overriding it all. Jay wanted to gag but her muscles were simply too relaxed to deliver the impulse.

The wolf couldn't quite get his knot into her mouth, though he tried, so instead he smeared the base of his cock against her lips until he judged it clean. With that done he let her fall again, Jay collapsing back against the seats, legs tangled in front of her.

She felt hurt and broken, little sobs making her chest heave, forcing fresh tears from her eyes as cum continued to drool from her ravaged pussy.

"Shit, anyone want another round?" The weasel asked.

There were plenty of takers.

After a while the limousine started off again, but Jay hardly noticed. The weasel had straddled her chest and was pumping his cock between her tits, little splashes of pre wetting the fur at her throat as he neared climax. At some point the raccoon had cum across her face, his voyeuristic fantasies apparently fulfilled, and she could still taste the bitterness of his seed on her lips.

Leaning down, the weasel slowed his thrusts, shaking as he forced himself to savor the softness of her breasts.

"We got your friend's number," he said, "maybe we'll do her next time. I've always had a thing for busty little canine sluts..."

Jay grimaced but forced herself not to react any further. She'd be playing right into the weasel's hand if she rose to his taunts.

Miffed, the weasel twisted her nipples, wrung a little shriek from Jay and then smirked, slipping his cock from between her tits and instead spreading her legs. Finding the sodden, abused entrance to her cunt, he pushed in, made a few hard thrusts and then was bending over her, breath coming in quick little gasps as his balls tightened and he sprayed her womb with his seed once again.

"Something to remember me by." He panted, and then was withdrawing, cock still dripping seed as he pulled it from her ravaged slit.

When the limousine stopped Jay half expected that she'd be tied to something heavy and thrown from a bridge, but instead the door opened to the cold concrete vista of a nighttime alleyway. Working together, the wolf and the raccoon shoved her into the doorway, then the weasel pushed her out with one paw.

Jay crumpled to the concrete, the new pain taking some time to order itself. From where she lay she could see the open door of the limousine, swooping in and out of clarity.

The wolf smirked down at her and the weasel took one last photo to document the end result of his abuse. Then he offered a jaunty wave and something clattered to the concrete next to her. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on it but eventually Jay recognized the slim plastic form of a pregnancy test.

She shut her eyes and curled into a tiny, miserable ball. Above her, the door to the limousine slammed shut and then it was racing away.

Once the noise of the engine had faded Jay forced herself to roll over and gather her surroundings. Even that small errand took a herculean effort and made the various aches and bruises and hurts she'd picked up sing more loudly than ever.

For a moment she thought that maybe the weasel had dropped her off at the mouth of the club's alleyway...but that wasn't the case. This alley was narrower and much darker, no natural light penetrating its confines. She was well into the bad part of town, far from her own home or even the club.

And there were people around too, Jay realized. She could feel eyes on her, gazes traversing her vulnerable, cum streaked body with hungry, lustful intent.

She forced herself to take a deep breath,

It was going to be a long, long night.