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The front line and all the battling is days away from here. You'll be safe!

That had been a lie.

There's no such thing as Dire Wolves. It's a story they use to frighten us.

That had been another lie.

There are no breeding camps, it's all just canine propaganda. Where do you hear this nonsense?

Perhaps that had been the most shocking lie she had been told by her friends and family when she'd asked about the rumours. Savannah had always liked to keep one ear to the ground. She'd been a huntress, and in the plains and the taiga to the north of her home, one had always heard new rumours from visiting traders and others in her profession.

Serval's like her weren't as common perhaps as the lioness's or the cheetahs and tigers who made up the mainstay of the feline tribes, but she'd strived to play her role, and bring fortune and pride to her home village. As she looked over her dust-covered shoulder, all she could make out of it was a smokestack rising high into the air on the horizon. The butt of a spear being rammed into the small of her back snapped her attention back to the reality of her situation.

"Eyes front, feline! Keep marching. If anyone falls on the road, they'll be left there for the rest of the caravan to march over!"

Her captor who had shouted it certainly wasn't just some story. Like a mighty spruce towering over the ferns far below, the dire wolf looked down at her tiny figure with utter contempt, like she was something foul that he had just stepped in. With a snarl of disgust, he turned his head away, and marched upon ahead, chatting with the other guards.

She was frightened by the brutes. Their attack had been as sudden as it was violent. One moment, they had been gathering for evening's meal, and the next, the air was full of flaming arrows and the sound of deep warhorns bellowing. They had crashed upon the village like a tide and utterly overwhelmed the few defenders standing watch, but a half a dozen feline militia had stood no chance against the full might of a dire wolf company.

They marched for what felt like hours, trudging along to the quiet rattle of their manacles. Most of her village had been captured, few managing to flee into the woods. They joined a column of other prisoners from other towns as the sun began to rise, and then they marched more until a fork in the road slowed them.

"Next!"A gruff voice shouted from ahead, and the girl marching Infront of her was dragged forward by the scruff. A wolf sitting behind a table stood, grabbing her jaw, checking her naked body over for a long few moments.

"She'll do. Take her down the side path. Camp 2. Next!"

Suddenly it was Savannah's turn. A fist scruffed her by the neck, and she hobbled forwards, like cattle for inspection. A thick, scruffy paw the size of her head seized her around the jaw, bringing her fearful eyes up to meet a single golden one scrutinising her. The dire wolf's paw felt course, like gravel across her almost silky feline fur. She was afraid and trembling like a leaf in a strong breeze.

He stepped around her, taking her in from every angle, and reflexively, her tail tried to dart between her legs to cover her modesty. In a blur of movement, the wolf's paws had snatched her tail up in a tight, yanking grip, as his free hand moved between her thighs to cup her womanhood, making her whimper as she futilely tried to struggle from his grasp. His fingers felt along her sex, a low, rumble of amusement passing her captors jaws.

"Hmm. Very nice. You'll make quite the prize. Take her to camp 14. Let Ludnum and his wolves break her in." Came his unsympathetic assessment of her, before she was dragged aside, the wolf behind her snarling.

"Move it cat. You don't need knees where you're going, but if you make me break them and carry you, I'll fuck you raw before you ever reach the camp." The point of a blade in her back convinced her to move quickly as she was shoved along the side path, following a row of other captives who had been sent this way for whatever purpose the canine's had in mind for her. Her chains rattled between her wrists with each step, and her anxiety grew like the smokestacks on the horizon. Unlike the smoke however, her trepidation didn't simply disappear with the passing of time. If anything, it only got worse.

As it happened, the 'camp' that the wolf referred too was not far at all, at least by horse... Or in a prisoner carriage drawn by one at least. She was all but shaking, though if it was fear, humiliation, or the biting cold that had set in was anyone's guess. They were paraded down the main throughway, between tents and crude structures and lean-tos, each one seeming to hold countless of the leering, cheering canines and lupines, all of them looking at their newest war prizes with utter, shameless glee.

Only the guards seemed to actually wear anything more than rough-hewn loincloths, the alpha males putting themselves on open display for their prisoners to take in their captors superiority. There were already other prisoners in the camp before them, and the canine hospitality was given more than freely.

Savannah blushed and forced herself not to stare as they passed by a blacksmiths shop, where a thick-set wolf was busy fucking a tiny lioness over the edge of his anvil, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. The girl's moans followed them beyond the next bend as she was fucked and made to moan like a lewd birdsong that refused to fade.

They passed another tent where several more feline women were chained by their collars to a central point, each of their stomachs rounded, clearly heavily pregnant with the bastard litters that their captors had seeded in their wombs, and beyond that, another where they nursed the newborn whelps for as long as the wolfs permitted before the cubs were ripped from their arms, and they were dragged back to the breeding pens to be mounted again.

She tried to turn away, to look or think or see anything but the cruel fate that she was certain awaited her, but it was everywhere. Every tent they passed showed the evidence of it, in either claw marks in the fabric, or the chained up feline slaves within. It seemed nearly every tent had its own slave within, evidence of the canine's blitzing frontline, and their cruel intentions for the females they captured. Occasionally, sad eyes would catch her own, but only ever for a moment, before they went back to the ground, like startled field mice before the shadow of a hawk.

Felines didn't have the same societal structure canines did. Canines viewed themselves all as part of the great pack, destined to rule over all others if you believe such things. Evidently, enough did for them to, by and large, rally behind each other to wage this war. Felines had no such structure or unifying belief to rally around. It was part of the reason her kind had been so slow to rally against the threat, even as it was breaking their walls and raping their women...

The wagon trundled to a halt as a burly Alsatian ripped the door of the cage open, hauling the shivering and naked felines out one by one, tossing them to waiting guards. He all but stalked into the back of the cage to grab Savannah, pausing for just a moment as he did.

"Pretty little queen, aren't you? You come with me. Someone special wants to fuck you."

If Savannah had any idea of what was in store for her, she'd have fought the entire way through the camp.

As it was, a long pole was brought forth, with a thick wire loop dropped into place over her neck before it was tightened harshly, digging into the fur and skin beneath it uncomfortably, right on the very edge of restricting her breath. When they did start moving her, it did, and she wheezed and stumbled with each step as they forced her along with more encouraging jabs and kicks.

She staggered as she was pushed inside a tent, the canvas cover flapping shut behind her, and driven to her knees before the biggest wolf she had seen yet! He towered over her, easily eight or nine feet. Forced to kneel like this, she barely came up to his waist, the massive male regarding her with cold, steely blue eyes. His fur was as white as virgin winter snow and completely unadorned with any markings.

"A present for you pack leader." Said the male behind her, unfastening the hoop from around her neck, and mercifully allowing her lungs a brief respite from the fire like burning within them.

"Leave her. You've done well with this one. I'll enjoy breaking you, little cat." His voice was a growl like gravel tumbling around in a steel drum, and without realizing it, she had curled her tail around herself, the short serval quivering as she was once again put under the scrutinizing eyes of her captors. She didn't dare move a hair though. There would be no way she made it out of this in one piece if she tried to flee.

"You have a hunters build. The fur on your fingers and forearm of your right side is bent from using a bow. You're of breeding age. Strong, but with no hope of defeating me if you tried..." He retrieved a small red vial from a table nearby, before pacing around her once more, and giving a quiet growl.

"You feline's are weak. It's your proper place to serve a stronger breed, and to help bring more of them into this world to replace your own kind..." His paw closed around her muzzle with fingers like branches, before he squeezed her cheeks together harshly, forcing her mouth open.

She tried to struggle and cry out, but before she could manage more than a few defiant shakes of her head, he'd shoved the lip of the glass vessel into her mouth, the rich, ruby-coloured contents spilling into her gullet. Whatever it was, she was certain it wouldn't be any good for her, and stubbornly, she held it there, unable to spit it out beneath his clamping muzzle.

Then he pinched her nostrils shut. Panic set in as the air was once more deprived from her. She began to try and thrash against his firm, effortless grip.

"Swallow or choke, spotty bitch. I'm going to fuck you full either way." He snarled, rubbing her throat as if she were a pet he was forced to swallow something very, very unpleasant. Despite her minds screaming protests and her bodies revulsion, she couldn't fight it any longer, and reluctantly felt her throat muscles ripple, pulling the drug down her gullet. The effect was almost instant, and at once she could feel a warmth growing in her belly as the liquid settled.

The pressure around her muzzle lessened, and she was permitted to fall to her hands and knees, coughing and sputtering.

"Wha- What the hell-" A paw struck her across the cheek. Hard. She saw stars for a few moments as she was harshly pulled back up by her ears, yowling as the brutish male did so.

"It's a cocktail of things, all of them designed to ensure your body does it's best to ensure a healthy new generation of canines. You're a breeding bitch now, you understand? Slaves don't get to speak unless spoken to."

She glared up at him from her place on the floor, but smartly, didn't speak this time. Her head was still swimming from the first blow, the canaries circling around her head not quite faded. Her cheek stung like a wasp venom, and her entire body was growing flush. The fire crackling in the middle of the tent seemed like a bright sun, radiating heat as if she were out on the sandy dunes of the desert at midday.

Even her arms and legs tingled with a strange, foreign feeling, like an uncanny facsimile of pleasure, exhaustion, warmth and tingling all at once, and it was rapidly spreading over her entire body. She ran her paws along her belly when there was a sharp pang there, her eyes now more fearful than ever. She could feel the insidious substance working through her entire body, a scent like sweet maple in her nostrils as between her legs quivered and began to ache with an induced need.

She tried to resist it, tried not to give in to the effects of the powerful drug that had been forced on her, but the canine's, for all the scum that they were, had been perfecting the concoction long before the war had ever broken out between their two species. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as the wolf slipped a stiff leather collar around her neck, tightening it as he attached a chain to tether her to a metal hoop that had been driven into the ground. It forced her to remain on her paws and knees, allowing what felt like barely two feet of play before the chain clinked tautly.

"Ahhh, You bastard! Let me go!" She hissed, curling her lips back. The dire wolf just chuckled without an ounce of sympathy, and grabbed her by the tail, yanking it upwards. She yowled and squirmed as his loincloth fell free, and she understood exactly what he had planned for her.

The wolf's cock sheathe was like a log, a pointed spade of bright red canine flesh lewdly peaking from the top as he discarded the flimsy garment carelessly, keeping his grip on her tail as firm as possible without outright breaking the delicate bones beneath her soft golden and black spotted fur. He wasted no time in lifting her by the hips and dragging her across the floor of the tent, or what little of it the chain would allow, her claws failing to find any purchase as she scrambled for a handhold. In the end, she fell on her face as his body hunched over her, and the chain was drawn out almost flat across the ground.

The rough pelt of his chest rubbed against her back as he pulled her hips back against his own, the leaking tip of his member lewdly smearing and rubbing his precum into her otherwise yet untarnished fur. He was going to change that for the pretty little slave.

"Quit struggling, breeding bitch, or I'm going to fuck you in the arse until you scream for me to breed your cunt instead. You ain't the first bitch I'll have split in two to make a point." His frightful snarl made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as his hot breath washed over them a moment before his teeth sank into her shoulder. She cried out in pain, and in that same moment, he thrust forward into her.

Splitting felt like an accurate term. The sudden ache between her legs grew tenfold as his pointed tip did its job of spreading her cunt into a lewd O, making space for the rest of the monster to fill her up. Her cries turned silent as shock overwhelmed her, unable to draw breath while it felt like he shoved her diaphragm aside to make room. She was far, far too small for such a brute, but fortunately, that was where the canines concoction came in.

Her body was flushed with sudden arousal, like the touch of the male had pushed her from utterly unprepared to like a bitch in the middle of her heat, warmth and slick arousal soaking his cock as he pushed in further, her traitorous body duped into submitting and all too willing for her captors' rape.

She let out a whimper as he bottomed out in her belly painfully, his tip throbbing firmly against her cervix like a dangerous serpent poised to strike. Trembling, she tilted her head to look back, several inches of his dappled red flesh still visible beneath her forcibly, shamefully raised tail. His paw wasn't even gripping it any more, having instead curled around her hip to better fuck her with.

Her rapist let out a deep, baritone chuckle, and licked the side of her neck in a mocking facsimile of affection like he was praising her body's unwitting obedience to its desires, rather than her rebellious and yet unbroken mind.

"Oh, don't worry little cat. Once you've pushed out a few wolf pups, that cunt will be nice and loose for us to enjoy whenever we like. Maybe I'll even fuck you with the knot if you moan sweet enough. You'll come to accept your place, cat. All of them do in the end, once you realise there's nothing left for you outside these walls. You can be a brood mother to your own kind's extinction."

Savannah's cheeks burned with humiliation, and she snarled in her fury even as he drew slowly back from her abused body, her legs quaking from the pleasure and pain of his torturous withdrawal, inch by dripping inch spilling back into the cool air of the tent along with a trickle of her own, leaking arousal that dripped down the insides of her thighs.

"See? Look at you. You're more than ready for a nice big litter of pups, aren't you slut? You're practically dripping with need."

"Fuck you!" She spat back at him, and in a heartbeat, he had once again restrained her muzzle with his paws blanketing grip, spending no more effort than a parent silencing their mouthy brat.

"If the little breeding bitch insists."

She regretted the words at once, yowling out in a feline cry as he forced over half of his tree trunk of a cock back into her, showing her first hand all the advantages of his dire subspecies genetics. She bit the edge of her paw to stop from crying out again as he drew back before rapidly forcing another inch of himself into her, and then another, and another the thrust after that, beating and battering her cervix like a charging elephant before dry scrub, absolutely heedless of the obstacles in his way.

She yelped as his claws dug into her hips, forcing her shoulders down into the floor as each of his thrusts threatened to shunt her forward, forcing her to bite back her cries of pain, but more insidious still than that, she was forced to bite back the moans of pleasure.

That very realization, the fact that a part of her, despite all she had been through, was being made to enjoy this, made her cheeks burn. It brought hot tears of humiliation and fury to the corners of her eyes and made her yowl in frustration into her clenched fist as she bit down, her cries muffled by her silky fur.

The dire wolf continued to spread her, his prick forcing her thighs apart as he fucked her like a feral mongrel on a stray bitch, humping himself into her with wet slaps that must have been audible to anyone outside the tent.

His hips rolled, and she gasped as the air was rammed from her lungs by force, his knot colliding messily with her lewdly stretched sex. Somehow, he'd found a way to cram the extra inches in, and she knew already she'd be feeling the after-effects of the harsh breeding for weeks if they even gave her time to recover. The girls they had passed on the way in certainly didn't look like they had been provided that luxury.

"You hear that breeding slut? That's the sound of your first good litter coming. Ready to be a mother, whore?" His vicious snarl was right beside her ear, his panting hot and wet like how between her legs felt. She could feel him throbbing, like a living pulse injected into a bar of iron that was hilted in her passage, spreading her like a ripe peach. Her plaintive whimpers and soft moans were lost beneath his now constant growling between breaths as he built up to breeding her properly. The wolf's heavy sac swung like a pair of grapefruit between his legs and slapped against her slit right alongside his knot only served as a reminder of their legendary breeding prowess, of maidens and wives alike being seduced away by the wolves even before the war only to return with litters in their bellies months later.

She knew what fate awaited for her, but that didn't mean she didn't fight it with everything she could, even if it was a helpless endeavour.

She yelped when his knot parted her lips for the first time, stretching them against the rounded bulbs as he tried to force it into her. She cried out on the second attempt, but before she could scream for him to stop, his paws engulfed her hips, yanking her entire body back onto his impaling girth with all the ease of a fisherman pulling in his latest catch. Savannah's vision flashed white for a moment as the pain and stretch he forced upon her overwhelmed her already distressed mind.

She shouted out protests, cursing the wolf and his kind to whatever corner of hell would be best suited to them. She begged him to stop, to do anything but continue. She moaned like a trained pleasure slave and arched her back as his teeth closed on the nape of her neck, scruffing her effectively and flushing her system with endorphins, causing her entire body to go limp in his grasp, just like he wanted her.

"Open those thighs, slut. Breeding bitches take the knot." He snarled. It was a cruel mockery of what mating should have been. The canine howled as her cries reached a fever pitch, spreading her petals and legs out with his hands to make room for the thick bulb of flesh. It sank into her with a messy pop that resonated, the sound of his savage mating culminating to that singular moment of her fate being sealed. The fat girth of it pushed her entire mound outward lewdly as it forced its way within.

There was no stopping the male, and certainly no stopping the sudden eruption of thick, potent wolf cum that splashed into her belly like a dam bursting within her core. His climax was like throwing oil on the drug-induced heat she'd been thrown into, exploding into a haze of lust and primal, instinctual bliss that clouded her mind, making her forget just for a moment that she was being raped and bred by a wolf whose cock was three sizes too large for her poor, stretched body to handle.

The knot kept every drop of his more than copious load trapped tight within her fertile body, seeding his chosen breeding bitch and all but assuring she would swell with his bastard offspring. Already, she could see the obscene bump in her belly where his cock had forced the flesh taut, his seed only rounding out the uneven oval lump in her previously flat stomach.

Each powerful throb from his womb-piercing tip sent another hot rush across her very core, soaking her belly as millions of the dire wolf's sperm sought to hunt down and impregnate every last one of the feline's fertile eggs they possibly could, and the drug that had been forced on her would ensure a nice, big litter of pups for the poor Serval to whelp.

He stood suddenly, undoing her tether and grunting from the effort as she squealed, scrambling at the ground as she was forcibly lifted by his knot, his paws lazily supporting her around her small waist, each throb of his shaft inside of her even more noticeable now. She whimpered in both pain, and a sincerely unwanted pleasure deep within her core, her body's instinctual reaction to having her induced heat quenched by the lustful wolf.

Almost lazily, he carried her, still impaled and now dribbling his cum down her legs over to the table nearby, and helped himself to a swig from the horn of ale upon it.

"Quit squirming or you'll slip off it sooner. We want to make sure you've got a nice fat belly on you soon... And if by some miracle it ain't my bastard in you, well... There's plenty of other willing guys who will happily wreck that tight little cunt of yours until you take. This is your new life, cat. Better fucking get used to it. You're going to help us breed your lousy kind to extinction, rather than just killing you outright. You should be honoured."