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Atka had thought that a place like the Ranch was too good to be true. There was no way that a place like that could exist- certainly not in his world. But, then again, they weren't really in his world anymore. The territories owned by the ferals were as wild as those who owned them, and when that horse, Lucifer, had stuck his claim on this land and become it's owner, the only laws to obey were the ones he chose to make.

And there weren't many of them.

He had to admit that it was a pretty nice setup. Nothing like this could ever exist in the Human or Anthro territories with all that 'personal rights' bullshit, and for a troubled young guy like Atka it hadn't taken much for him to leave it all behind for a chance at a new life, one that would actually make him happy. He may hadve looked like an anthro, but he had the soul of a beast. The things he craved and the places he found pleasure would have him killed back home, but out here he was free.

Lucifers ranch was a new but extremely popular 'business' that was tailored to people just like Atka. In the stables here, all kinds of animals, people, and anthros were imprisoned and kept as slaves, either sold off to the highest bidder for any manner of uses, or kept here permenantly as a rental, doomed to be the fucktoy of whatever sexed up thing came through the doors next. The places success had seen it grow quickly, and with that expansion had come the oppourtunity for work, offering demented assholes like Atka a hunting grounds. But the handsome black-furred husky was no customer or slave. Rather, he worked as a guard, the ranches personal security. In exchange for his work he was given free room and board, a wage, and access to any Level One rental on the property- so long as it wasn't schedualed for use.

His shift had ended about an hour ago, and after grabbing something to eat he'd gone off to wander the stables at the back of the property, where all the permenant slaves of the ranch were kept. It wasn't what most people might think it was like, with starving, beaten victims kept in cells. Lucifer kept his stock clean and well fed, in top health in most cases- though there were a few exeptions for obvious reasions. And yes, there were many who were held there against their will in those pretty little stalls, but there were also those who came willingly, men and woman who worked as willing patrons for Lucifer in exchange for similar benefits to the Guards, though not as grand. A clean stall, a warm meal, and the promise of safety were more than many of these people had ever known in their lives, so putting out for some strangers wasn't a bad exchange.

Atkas interests didn't lay in willing women though. Hell, it didn't even lay with women. More like girls. The younger the better. He didn't know why, but he found a perverse satisfaction in the idea of making a young, innocent girl cream for the first time, and the less used they were the better. Lucifer liked to say he had 'expensive tastes', as apparently young girls were hard to come by, and thus all the more expensive.

Still, Lucifer managed to keep them in stock, much to Atkas approval. After all, any women who ended up pregnant here had their kids automatically added to the slave trade unless they were a Level Three, so there was always bound to be a few floating around.

The Level One stable is where all the real slaves of the ranch were kept. Mean and women, humans, anthros, and ferals, all kept forcefully locked away against their will to be used by whoever felt like paying. This was also where Guards like Atka could have their pick, and the tall canine began to make his way down the isle, glancing at the information plates attatched to each stall for something that sounded promising. Lucifer had designed each stall to be soundproof, more like a bedroom than a traditional animal stall, since all of them had beds and bathrooms. After all, customers had to be comfortable when getting down to business, which was the same reason why all the rooms were cleaned after every exchange.

Finally, after having passed by dozens of doors and information plates, he spotted one that interested him.The sign attached to the door read;

Jasmine

Doe

Anthro

13 years Old

Other Notes- Inexperienced, No Hymen, Cock Virgin

Perfect. The girl may have felt a tongue, toy, or fingers inside of her, but she'd never felt someones dick caking her womb in their cum. He could only assume she was a new arrival as he looked over her paperwork to check if she was schedualed with someone. His lucky day- she wasn't.

Biting his lip in excitement, Atka stepped up to the door and looked through the plexiglass window on the door to gaze inside her stall, taking a peak at the goods before he made his decision. Her Stall was like anybody elses here, a bedroom-sized space with a sizeable bed, a dresser, and a door that led to a bathroom where she could shower and expel waste. The girl herself was on the bed, sprawled atop the covers in nothing but a tank-top and panties. It was a warm night, so he wasn't surprised.

She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the canine oggling her through the viewing window on her door. She was a pretty little thing, a girl on the cusp of maturity. Her breasts were small but perky, and her figure lithe and lean, fur a light tawny color.

He was quiet as he unlocked her door from the outside and stepped inside, making sure to pull the black curtain over the viewing window on the door so that he wasn't interupted or spied on before gently closing the door behind him. And then it hit him; a wall of her heat scent. It made his heart race and his head swim, and he instinctively placed a hand on his groin and began to stroke his length through his pants.

She was laying on her back with an arm abover her head, her body on display for the husky, who gently sat on the edge of the bed beside her. She was snoring quietly, and his ears stay perked toward her to keep track of it.

He wondered just how much fun he could have before she woke up.

Lifting a hand to hover over one of her supple breasts, he'd begin to carefully brush and rub one of her nipples through her shirt. His gaze flickered to her face, biting his lower lip with excitement as he continued to gently rub and tweak her hardening buds until they were easily visible through her shirt. He could smell the way her body was reacting even as she slept, her scent becoming heavier. God, she wanted him and she didn't even know it yet. He could just imagine how she'd look when she was spread wide on his dick, rocked into her first real orgasm.

He could feel his dick twitch in response to the thought, already hard from the excitement of toying with her like this. Feeling brave, he'd let his hand slip down between her legs to gently rest on her thigh, padded fingers rubbing slow circles that ever so carefully made their way closer to her panties.

When his thumb finally did brush against her slit, he heard the auible hitch in her breath, and as he continued to carefully graze her little clit and tease her dreaming cunt, he watched as her brows furrowed slightly, as if the touch were leaking into whatever dream she was having.

For many long moments he continued his silent harassment, growing all the more eager the thicker her smell got. This was why he loved them young. The body didn't have to contend with the nonesense of the mind at an age like this one. There was only the primal here, a demand of the body that was so strong it turned the mind right off. And he loved that naivety. Loved how pure and real it was when those wide eyed innocents were suddenly overtaken by their carnal urges and just gave in, trembling and gasping in pleasure against him. It was more real than any man or woman his age that he'd been with.

He could feel the wet spot on her panties soon enough, and he knew she was ready. The way she shuddered in her sleep had him practically drooling, and he'd carefully get up to disrobe, pulling his shirt off and undoing his pants. Atka was a handsome guy. He was built like an athlete and his features were pleasing to most, and it had made him a popular person growing up. Guys and girls had been lining up for him, but that had been the problem. There was no excitement there, no sense of acomplishment.

Carefully he'd stand and begin to undress, stripping his shirt off and then undoing his pants, leaving them discarded on the floor without a care. His erection pulsed with need and he carefully got back on the bed, but this time he didn't bother sitting, instead laying right on the bed beside her.

Finally, she stirred from her sleep. Heavy in a fog of exhaustion and lust, terror gripped her when she felt the bed cave beside her and a larger body press against her own. Before she could scream though, Atkas hand was at her mouth, his upper body leaning over her smaller frame to pin her to the bed.

"Shhh, quiet now. Have you forgotten where you are, girl?" he asked, staring down into large eyes moist with tears. He could smell her fear, and it made him lean foreward to inhale deeply, pressing his face into the side of her neck. "I know your scared, but it's okay. As long as you don't fight me, I promise I won't hurt you."

That's all he really care about. It was fine if she cried a bit in the beginning. They all did. But just like all the rest, soon her body would mute whatever fear was polluting her mind, and then she'd lose herself to the pleasure. It wasn't the worse deal she could cut in a place like this, and she seemed to realize that as he watched her, the gears turning in her head. Yes, she could scream, she could cause the biggest racket the place had ever seen- but would it change anything, even if the rooms weren't soundproof? Would it stop what was about to happen, or just make it worse?

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded to show she understood, and the husky could feel her shaking beneath him. It was okay. He'd keep good on his word not to hurt her. She'd probably have worse then him to deal with one of these days, so the least he could do after jumping her like this was make it as painless as possible.

Slowly he'd move his hand away from her mouth, and he'd wipe a tear from her cheek as she sniffled. "Just close your eyes and try not to think. Just feel." he said as he began to lower himself along her frame, so that his head could rest on her stomach. Without another word he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and gave it a gentle suck before flicking it with his tongue, letting his free hand trail down her stomach to slip beneath her panties. He could feel her stiffen beneath him in fear, but when his thumb brushed her clitorious he felt her hips jerk softly.

He worked at her for a few moments like this just as he had before, his mouth gently clamping on her nipples to assult them with his tongue and teeth in a teasing manner while his fingers danced in the moisture of her virgin treasure box.

The girl that the sign had deemed 'Jasmine' had been quiet throughout this aside from the occasional hitched breath or sniffle. But when Atka began to explore her slit, pushing at the lips of her sex just enough for his finger to carefully stretch her tight hole and slip inside, the game began to change. Something like a strangled whimper came from the girls lips and her fingers clenched at the bedsheets. Atka decided he liked the sound.

Relaxing the pressure for a moment, he'd press foreward again until this time his finger slowly began to sink into her. It was pretty satisfying considering his hands were fairly large, especially compared to the thirteen year old he was putting them in. And her reaction was absolutely perfect. Her back arched ever so slightly as her vagina gave an involitary shudder of pleasure. Again and again, he'd pull his finger out to the tip before letting it slide back in, working itself in a little more each time until he was finally up to the knuckle.

At this point the little fawn didn't know what to do with herself. The rational part of her was scared and angry and hated whoever this stranger was, and yet her body didn't seem to care at all. It craved the feeling of his warm body against her own, shivered in delight with ever nibble and lick and movement of his finger. She wasn't crying anymore though. Her mind was too busy trying to not be overwhelmed by the tsunami of sensations hitting her as he insides were searched by that probing finger.

"Mmm, good girl."he praised as he felt her pussy give him a tight squeeze and a squeak of unwanted pleasure slipped past her lips. "See? I told you it wouldn't hurt." he murmured as he continued to finger the girl, wanting her good and ready for what was coming next.

Eventually he pulled his finger free from her only to return with two, sliding them around in her leaking juices before pressing them into her. A soft, whine fell from her lips as they slowly sunk into her, and he groaned in approval as he visibly witnissed her battling herself, trying to keep herelf quiet and despondent despite her body betraying her so clearly. When he had managed to sink these into the knuckle as well, he kept them there, deep inside of her.

He'd begin to wiggle them around as best he could in their tight grip, able to feel the entrance to her womb resting on the tips of his fingers. Without warning, he suddenly began to thrust his fingers in and out of her. It wasn't a violent or rough pace- in fact, it was rather slow and deliberate, sliding him out slowly just to quickly sink them back into her. And the fawn found she couldn't keep herself quiet any longer.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried, each whimpering moan punctuated by his fingers spearing into her. In a last ditch effort she tried to gain purchase on the bed with her feet so she could maybe slide away from his invading digits, but he held her firm beneath him as he massaged her insides, his eyes never leaving her face. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asked, increasing his speed slowly but surely until he was straight up finger fucking her.

Suddenly she squealed, and everything tightened violently around him as her juices flooded his fingers and began to leak down his hand. She went stiff beneath him, back arching as she threw her head back into the pillow and came hard on his fingers, gasping and grunting as her body finally took over.

Satisfied that she was ready, Atka withdrew his fingers and gave her a moment to gather herself before respositioning himself over her. Pushing her trembling legs apart with his knees and trapping her smaller form between his arm as he hovered over her.

"My, what a horny little girl." he'd tease as he pressed their genitals together -not entering her- but instead sliding the length of his thick rod along her still sensative clit and hole. "Feel all that sticky, warm, juice? That's your pussy crying for a real fuck." he'd say as her hips lifted to try and grind into him, a shudder rocking her form as small hands clung desperately to his chest, no longer fighting him. She wasn't a talker it seemed, but that was fine. He didn't need her to be.

Repositioning his hips he'd finally press his tip to her entrance, moaning low as he leaned into her and slowly pressed passed her lips to explore her inner folds. He was bigger than the fingers he put in her, something she learned when her walls began to stretch wider than they ever had before, the tapered tip giving way to the actual girth of his length. She began to whimper and whine beneath him as he slowly humped against her, pulling himself out right to the rip before gently sliding back in to stretch her again, all the while working more and more of himself into her.

By the time he'd managed to get the first two inches in, she had become a total mess. It hurt to be stretched like this, but it also felt amazing to have every little nerve and wall of her vagina touched and stroked with that warm, hard dick. For the first time since she'd gone into heat she felt like she was scratching that imaginary itch that had been making her ache down there for so long, and despite the fact that she was saying "Please, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!' as he claimed her for himself, her eyes kept rolling back and her legs kept spreading themselves wide as if to invite him farther.

And farther he went, every measured thrust carrying him just that much deeper into her, until finally he seemed to hit the back wall of her tunnel, illiciting a sharp moan from the girl as her fingers tightened their grip.

Finally comfortable and positioned inside of her like he wanted, Atka could properly fuck She was so tight and so hot, squeezing him impossibly tight as he began to assult her with a barrage of long, quick thrusts, and by now she was a panting mess beneath him, eyes looking frantic whenever they weren't squeezed shut or rolling back in ecstacy. Atka could feel his knot forming at his base, balls tight and aching for release. He knew she was in no state to fight him, and he took the oppurtunity to tell her exactly what he was going to do to her while he fucked her mercilous.

"You feel that?" he grunted with a smirk, "Yeah, you feel that, don't you kid? The head of my cock kissing your little cervix." Of course she could, she whined a little each time they met inside of her. "I'm gonna fuck it so hard it opens up for me, and then I'll cum right inside. I'm gonna fill you so fucking much."he murmured as began to push against her with more force, ramming the bulb at the base odf his dick against her soaking wet pussy and clit.

"N-no! Please, d-dont! I.. I.." she couldn't even finish her thought as her sex began to yield for him, stretching wide like a hungry mouth eager to receive the meal it was being offered. And the more of the knot he was able to work in, the harder the tapered tip of his throbbing meat pressed against her womb. And he'd been absolutely honest. She could feel the probing head of his cock slowly working her open down there, every deep stroke inside invading her more.

Atka was impossibly close to his own orgasm, grunting softly from the effort of taut muscles plowing into the body beneath him. When he finally felt as if his knot might be able to fit he suddenly thrust foreward and held himself there, grinding into her sex with a deep moan as it began to sink into her waiting hole.

Jasmine screamed beneath him, back arching as she tipped her head back and let out a long, gutteral sound that perfectly summed up the sheer amount of pleasure and pain she felt. And the with an audible 'pop' his knot suddenly shot into her, and she felt the reprecussions immediately as the tip of his penis forced its way into her womb.

She came immediately.

Hard and unexpectedly, her own orgasm took her over in a silent, gasping frenzy that had her threatening to black out as wave after wave of shear bliss shook her body.

As for Atka, he was in a world of his own as well. The second that knot had sunk into her and he felt the eager tip of his spear force its way past her cervix, his balls began emtpying themselves immediately. A long, low, groan escaped him as every clench of his sac shot another hot stream of cum inside of her, and on top of that her pussy was rippling along his shaft, milking him with every clench and squeeze for the sweet liquid he was already pouring into her.

When at last he finally looked down at her, the girl was out cold. It had been too much for her in the end and her mind had simply shut itself off, but that was okay. Her body was still very much awake, and he chuckled breathlessly as her swollen, dick-filled cunt still sucked at and held him in her grip.

"I told you you'd love it. All you kids are fucking sluts for a good dick." he said despite her not being able to hear him. Gathering her in his arms, he'd carefully flip them so that she was laying on top of him, allowing him to lay back and rest while he waited for his knot to deflate. They'd probably be here for a while, and he was more than happy to fall asleep in her bed, quite pleased to know that as he rested he'd be filling her womb up right to the brim.

As sleep began to take him he felt the girl laying on top of him begin to stir in her sleep and grind her hips into him, and he smiled, wondering how many times she'd cum while they slept.

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THE END

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