A Catgirl's Hope
The beginning of what might become a series of yiff stories particularly involving a Raven male and a Catgirl. This one, due to its bizarre situation, also includes a male doberman of which I might include in later sequels, if readers wish to see more of him.
A Catgirl's Hope, part 1.
Sara screamed and clawed the bark of a thick, erect tree as the canine below her continued to torture the poor cat by snapping viciously at her tail and hind legs, which desperately clung to what she considered the only safe spot in the park. The average cat, having never been chased by any dog before, considered herself doomed. "Please STOP!" she screamed, but a raspy voice somewhere in the trees glowered at her words.
"This is what you get for eating my nephew BITCH!" Corvus, a dark-feathered raven of a midnight black hue watched in quiet pleasure as his partner continued to claw at the tree the cat hung into. The farther Sara seemed to get away from the dog, the more Corvus gently kicked her back down, his foot smashing into her scratched-up face.
"Bring her down here, Cor! I wanna have my fun with this one!" A well-built doberman seemed to ask the raven, grinning patiently and snapping one last time, this time biting down on the fur of her rump hard, and plucking patches of her silky hairs from her raw ass.
"That's it, Bernie. Pluck her like a thanksgiving turkey!!" He squawks in lewd pleasure and kicks the bitch again, this time forcing her to lose her grip and tummel down on all fours into the canine's lap.
She meeps and shivers in fear as she glances up at the dog, one eye closed. "Somebody HEL-" she gets cut off as Bernie forces his paw over her muzzle. Her tail twitches and lashes about in the light snow that flaked across the ground, cowering in the dog's grasp and remaining absolutely still, her heart racing in her chest. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know he was your nephew. Please, show mercy!" she manages to audibly muffle through the clasped hand.
Bernie didn't care what Corvus had him do. He did this kind of stuff because it excited him. And there wasn't anyone around to punish dogs for their actions like there was for cats. He chuckles quietly and bites at her neck, puncturing her skin a bit and causing her blood to trickle through the tooth scratches he left against her pelt. "Mmmm. I'm gonna tear you up so bad even your mother won't recognize you by the time I'm through! Oh, and I'm gonna let you limp off alive afterwards too, just to brag to my buddies that you might come across with my markings present." He laughs wildly and punches her hard in the stomach, already hot for some action.
Corvus jumped from the tree, landing by the two struggling furs. "Mmm.. I'll stick around. I want to pay her my respects when you're through Bernie." He notices the doberman nod in obedient alliance to his comrade, who was the sole reason for this capture anyway. It wasn't often Bernie came across a cat knocked out by a bird. The situation was ironic, but it bought Corvus enough time to find Bernie, someone he's never even met before, and help him tenderize his nephew's killer.
Cats had an instinct to slay birds for play, and what they considered 'hunting practice' - so you could imagine how angered some of the tougher, more physically inclined raptors of the winged species would be. The fact that this deceased child was related to Corvus only made him even angrier. It wasn't uncommon for birds to pick on cats too, as ravens in particular seemed to get along with most dogs. They were the 'coolest' of most winged furs in these parts, and brutish canines seemed to respect their ideals, no matter how sick and twisted such ideals in a raven's mind could become.
Sara struggles for her life, but each movement seemed to attract another brutal blow from the pooch who detained her. He grunts in enjoyment and glances up at Corvus. "Should we take her here or go back to my place?" He noticed his partner shrug in bafflement. It was settled then; neither of them cared where this sexy little kitten ended up, so Bernie continued his work. He ripped off the cat's clothing, or at least the parts of her clothes that weren't already shredded if not from the tree she was dragged up and down on, from the bullies that continued to tease her.
"God help!" She hissed out and bit down into the canine's paw, a definite mistake as she noticed how quickly he stifled his screams of discomfort and landed her one square in the jaw. All she could hear was 'You bitch,' and began to lose consciousness. Her breathing mellowed, and moments later she woke up to feel the dog pummeling his loins against her. She purred at first, having enjoyed the familiar sensation many times in the past, but by cats. The actual size of this dog, and particularly of his knot - which most felines she's been with lacked - startled her. She opened her eyes and choked down a scream, gasping as she noticed for the first time how violated she was becoming. The raven was situated on his knees over her head, holding her arms down strongly the moment he noticed her try to fight back against her defilers.
"You're not going anywhere, missy," Corvus hisses down to her as his four-legged friend begins to pant. The bird had been noticing the expressions on their toy's face, and they weren't expressions of disinterest.
"I've got her nice and wet for you Cor!" the dog manages to growl out at his partner, moments before shooting his hot slippery semen into the feline's confines. Her pussy seemed to hug his knotted cock as they tied briefly. For the first time, Bernie noticed how unpleasant he's made the situation, and stared down at his throbbing member as he emptied his load into her. "...But I kinda tied with her in the process. Slippery kitten!"
"Just rip it out. I wanna hear her scream for us," Corvus says through a wry grin, imagining how much those actions would hurt. Perhaps it would loosen her up for him though. He didn't like being tugged on like his canine friend did. Corvus was used to yiffing the hell out of his lovers and slipping in and out freely until he spilled his seed into them.
Bernie nods, noticing how Sara seemed to wince at Corvus' words. He chuckles at his whimpering toy and gave his cock one hard jerk, hearing a slick 'pop' as his cock dislodged itself from her pussy. Moments after, screams were heard, and quickly muffled by Corvus' hand when they got out of calibur. Neither of them wanted more than one cat to deal with at the time, if any brave ballsy felines would somehow hear her cries in such a secluded park.
"Don't worry about spectators, Corvus. Just do what you will with her - her screams won't attract anyone in snow like this. The news said it would come down hard tonight, and I'm surprised I'm even out here...though to be honest I'm happy I was around to help you out," he says through a soft chuckle.
Corvus chortles and pulls the beaten cat into his lap, her blood staining his feathers. He watched his helper resituate himself and stand up, preparing his leave. "Thanks, bro. Let me know if you ever need some help with similar things. I'd be glad to lend you a wing."
"You're the first person I'd hollar for, dude. Don't beat her up too much; I want her to walk home and show the world how much we've punished her today." With that, Bernie walks back to his dorm and leaves the lovebird with his kitten.
"Now now. What should I do with you?" By this point Corvus had probably forgotten even why he was torturing this cat. He was too aroused by her subconscious moans to remember how he found his nephew bruised and battered in the alley while Sara played with him. Too bad the bird didn't make it. Yep, too bad. The whole idea was none of Corvus' business anyway. His sister never paid him enough respect to care much for her fletchlings. And the only reason he was even defending the young, fallen raven was because it managed to concoct a good excuse to tear another cat to pieces.
Sara shivers in the cold, placing her hand against his chest hoping to find some mercy with him. "Please be gentle.." She coughed up a little blood, purring to soothe herself. They really messed her up, and she was so mangled that Corvus couldn't really look her in the face to get himself off anymore. She curled herself up against him, and left him confused hoping to buy her body some time to heal itself. Sara was a smart girl, just not smart enough to detain her feline instincts to kill weak birds and play with them while they died. It didn't turn her on or anything sick like that, but it made her feel like a true cat and that was probably the reason any cat would defile their claws with the blood of an avian.
Corvus looked down at her and noticed his partner's semen dripping from her scratched and bleeding slit. He ran his claws through her hair gently, to try and hear more of her purrs. It excited him somewhat having such a weakened predator at his mercy. "Oh, I'll be gentle if you'll be obedient, my pet." He stroked her again, awaiting some reaction from her.
It didn't take much for Sara to comply to these rules, and she quickly lowered her head to his phallus, using the only undamaged part of her body to please him. Her frisky tongue seemed to guide itself up and down his birdhood, lapping all around it in a positive effort to relax her dominator. She knew how embarassing it would be later on when other cats poked fun at her for her submission, but right now all she cared about was letting her body heal up.
Corvus throbs with pleasure, half-expecting her to have defied him and given him one more reason to bash some sense into her. "Oooo, smart girl," he says through a grin, laying back against the tree and letting his sexkitten please him orally. He groans with satisfaction and hugs her head against his cock as she slurps on him. It surprised him how well she managed to suck him off, knowing how beaten she had become over the last few hours. "Mmm, to be honest I can't even remember why we beat you up." His brain was cooked right about now, overloaded with hormones. He couldn't think very rationally, and the bobbing of her head over him didn't help much.
Sara paused briefly, registering his words and baffled at the stupidity of birds. It further embarassed her - as sophisticated a feline as she was - to be dominated by such a brainless buzzard. She growled inaudibly, her tongue vibrating over his cock as she continued her work. As long as he left satisfied, she would be able to go home and wash up. She couldn't hide the fact that even though she was submitting to his will, she was very aroused by her situation. Sara loved everything about sex, and it was almost impossible to rape her. Yes, maybe she didn't want it at first, but even now her pussy seemed to drip with her arousal.
She pulls herself from his cock for a moment, beginning to give him a handjob to keep him at bay. "I have to tell you that you're by far the most aggressive lover I've ever had the opportunity to satisfy. And much tastier than that hound would've been." She licked her lips for him and teased his head, thinking about the possibility that she could perhaps get both men to confront themselves again in anger. Males were so easily fooled into betraying their friends when chicks were involved, and the more attention Sara gave to Corvus, the bigger his ego got when he thought about how much 'better' he was sexually than Bernie. Dogs didn't seem to worry about who was best. If they got to yiff, they were content. But ravens on the other hand, especially Corvus, aimed to be the best. Superior among all others. Corvus wanted Sara wrapped around his pinky claw by the time he was finished with her, and she could easily tell he was concocting something in that bird-brain of his, that would definitely end his relationship with the canine community.
Maybe I'll ruin his life another day. Right now I have a cock to suck, Sara thinks to herself, slurping once again on his throbbing tool. She didn't get too far before Corvus pulled himself out, shooting all over her face through irrational pants of satisfaction. Sara's mind was interrupted, and she couldn't really figure out what to think next. She didn't expect that, but she definitely liked it.
Tingling in pleasure, she leans down and kisses the head of his cock. No one has ever shown her body that much attention, and she definitely seemed to develop a thing for her enemy. "Mmm.. Put it in my ass?" She hiked her tail, purring cutely to her captor. It wasn't long before she had him on his feet again, and she leaned down on all fours, spreading herself for him as if she were his cockslave.
Corvus couldn't be much happier. He was definitely set on the idea he was better at this than Bernie, and that thought alone kept him from leaving her. Cats were naturally insatiable, and that was something he'd learn the hard way. He grabs Sara's hips, his erect cock spearing her tailhole and easily slipping into the cavernous cleft of her anus. His slippery girth spread her in seconds, and her insides seemed to contort themselves for his entry. "You're the best oral I've ever had, Sara. Let's see how well of a fuck you are too."
Sara moaned at his entrance and bowed to his will, hiking her ass in the air as her tits brushed against the snow, her nipples raw and perked with pleasure. "GOD Corvus take me hard!" She was already in a masochistic mood, having been beaten up enough today to make her that way, and she definitely didn't want it to stop the moment it actually became interesting. She wrapped her tail around his thigh and urged him deeper into her ass, trembling as his slick bird cock impaled her ass at his will. She sunk her head to the ground and huffed in pleasure, squeezing herself around his throbbing cock wanting more. Much more.
He tears his talons into her sides, pulling her body against his gut strongly and taking her as fiercely as possible. He groans for her and licks his tongue behind her ear, bringing one hand over her chest to fondle her warm tits as he jerked her from the ground she bowed to, up into his warm chest to hug her. He seemed to be growing some affections for his enemy, and she threw enough mixed signals to keep him yearning for her, by the way she purred to him and everything. "Oh Sara.. You're gonna make me cum!"
She mews at him as she gets her ass fucked, rutting against him hard, her tight asshole milking at his cock, wanting his cum more than anything right now. "Corvus!..MASTER!!" she moans, trembling weakly against his chest. She came quickly herself, her sticky clit dripping warm fluids from the depths of her pussy. This definitely wouldn't be the last time they fucked, she figured.
His ballsack moistens with her glistening girlcum, and he grins hotly down at her noticing how she's came for him. He pistons himself into her even faster, dominating her tailhole until he was satiated himself. He feels her moans yearning for him to cum in her.. to fill his slut with his wonderful bird seed. He covers them with his wings, scratching into her flanks as he took her, squeezing her tits wonderfully while he grew ever so close to his own orgasm for the second time with her.
She seemed to like his ministrations, and bucked viciously back against her, bringing a hand to top his own as he plays with her tits, showing him how much she enjoyed it. She curls her tail between his legs, lapping at his balls with the fluffy tip to further excite him, teasing his manhood in desire for his thick manly juices deep inside her. She licks her lips, only to taste his wonderful cum, which further drives her over the edge. "Oh Corvus! Please fill me.. Please!" Her wanton desires for sex were insatiable right now, and she wanted all the cum she could muster from her lover.
Her requests seemed to be fulfilled as Corvus heard her moans of desperation. He shot his load into her harshly, his thick seed jolting against her tight interior as she begs for her master's cum. He wasn't much into the slave-master bit, but definitely considered her to be a fine pet for personal use. Skewering her ass a little more, he finishes his orgasm, falling against her backside and cuddling with her as she licked his cheek. "I'm definitely taking you home with me, Sara."
She nods in return, her ass quivering around his turgid tool. "Mmm, keep me. I'm yours." She snugs against him a little as they lay in the melted snow beneath that same oak tree she was plucked from and beaten to within an inch of her life only hours before she fell in love.
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