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The Pack's Breakfast

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Ileni tested the air. Again. And as with every time before she smelled little except pine, birds, and a hint of distant sea salt. There wasn't the slightest tinge of wolf scent, or bear, or mountain lion, or any other predator she'd ever encountered. Of course, no hunter worth anything would track her from upwind. She scanned the forest past the ancient redwood trunks in front of her. Nothing was at all out of place, yet still she felt as though she were being followed.

It would be a difficult task for her pursuer. She traveled with the wind at her back so that any hunters would have to stay ahead of her lest she catch their scent, and changed directions often so that her route was nearly impossible to predict. It made travel a slow, tedious task, but it had served her well so far. She was still wearing her own skin.

Oh, there wasn't any danger to her life in these woods. Not really, at least from two legged carnivores, and the rest she could fend off well enough. Her kind was rarely hunted for food any more. There were exceptions to that, of course, but the real danger that made Ileni stop and sniff the air yet again after fewer than a dozen steps came from a different set of the predators' instincts.

She wrapped her doeskin tunic a little tighter around herself, shivering despite the warmth of the breeze at her back. The tunic had more than a dozen tears, large and small, and her leather trousers matched, but she'd had no time in weeks to sew herself new clothing. In months, now, she realized. Odd that the thought brought no tears to her eyes.

A rustle of pine needles off to her left made her freeze mid-stride. Still she saw nothing, not even a shadow. It could have been a squirrel. It must have been. She took a cautious step forward, her own footpads barely disturbing the blanket of brown needles. The only noise was a family of sparrows singing at the sunrise and a distant echo of a woodpecker busy at its morning chores. Ileni took a deep breath and continued onward.

She had reached the edge of a small ravine with a trickling creak running along its floor, just wide and deep enough that she didn't dare to jump it, when the breeze shifted, blowing from the east at her left now instead of from the north behind her.

Without thinking, Ileni leapt across the ravine, a growled curse following her. Lacking a running start, she fell short of the far edge and slid down the muddy wall into the shallow stream. She was running downriver as soon as her feet were beneath her, but her pursuers were outpacing her on their firm ground while the riverbed tried to hold her every step. The early autumn morning may have been warm enough, but this stream came straight from the snowcapped peaks that rose all around. Already Ileni could not feel her feet. Several sprinting strides further, her toe struck an upraised stone, her ankle twisted - she felt that, and wished she hadn't - and she fell headlong into the icy water.

One of the wolves jumped down beside her as soon as she lost her balance. He held her on her belly in the frigid stream while removing her pack and the long knives on her hips, tossing each up to his fellows. It was all Ileni could do to keep her face above water. She struggled when the wolf lifted her, but he was half again her height and twice her width; lean, as far as wolves went, but all of him was muscle. He threw her up to the others as effortlessly as he had her pack. A larger wolf caught her, this one fully twice as tall as she and built like a bear. He swiftly rolled her in his arms until he was holding her with one strong hand around both of her ankles, making her twisted one jolt painfully, and his other hand around the back of her neck with her bent under his grasp until her face almost touched her shins. She could neither kick nor bite her captor. This one had hunted rabbits before. She struggled with all her strength, but the wolf didn't even seem to notice.

"What do you think a hare's doing so far from its territory?" one of the pack asked in the growling, barking tongue of the wolves. It didn't address Ileni, of course; few rabbits could speak the wolven tongue, and vice versa.

"It doesn't matter," a fourth grunted as he helped another pull their friend out of the ravine. "We're just lucky we found it first."

"True, but I'd still like to know--"

"Don't look too closely at gifts from fate, Gash," the one holding her rumbled. "It's our good fortune, that's all."

"Our very good fortune." The one that had thrown her out of the creek shook off his footpads delicately. "It's rare to find a hare as juicy as that one even on the border."

Ileni cringed, wishing her clothing were better mended. Some of the tears were in unfortunate places.

"All right, I'm not complaining," the curious one said. "So how do we want to divide it up? We can't all have it at once. Should we take turns?" That was how all predators saw their prey, even now that they rarely killed and ate their victims any longer. If there was a change in the carnivores' treatment of Ileni's kind, it wasn't due to a change of ethics or morality, or from an altered perception of prey's status. They had simply decided that rabbits' and deer's four-legged brethren more than met their appetites' needs and that the bipedal ones suited a better purpose. One way or another, Ileni was just meat to them. That's why they referred to her as "it" instead of "she," even though the shape her tunic molded around her made Ileni's gender unmistakable. Male or female didn't matter to carnivores. Meat was meat.

One of her captors strode close and ran his hand down her leather clad thigh to pat her rump. "Oho! You can wait if you want to, but I can't resist a delicacy like this." The wolves were all naked, as predators usually were; they had no need to do anything but advertise themselves. Some were rubbing their sheathes and scratching their genitals while staring at her and licking their chops. The big one held her with her face not far from his crotch. A bright red point of flesh was emerging from his sheath mere inches from her eye.

She writhed and squirmed in renewed effort, enough to make the wolf rubbing her bottom step back, but not enough to make the one holding her loosen his grip. Her ankle throbbed with lancing pain.

"You have it, Gred?" the one that she'd startled asked, grinning at the big one.

"Yes, I've got it. Go on."

"You're sure? It looks a little slippery." He didn't wait for Gred's sarcastically growled reply before stepping forward and grabbing Ileni's tunic at her chest and shoulder blades. "I do so love to peel them." He tore his claws through the soft leather, grazing Ileni under her fur, then started ripping strips of leather from her until her torso was bare. He moved to her pants without pause, not even glancing at her exposed breasts. He raked his claws from her shins down to her dangling hips, shredding her trousers and discarding their strips to the side. In a matter of moments, Ileni was completely nude, and with Gred holding her as he was, she had no way to cover herself. She could use her arms, but they were too busy grasping the big wolf's forearm to keep him from snapping her neck. The wolf that had disrobed her stepped back for a moment to take in her dappled brown and white form, licking his lips. He leaned down and sniffed at the rump Gred presented to him. Ileni yelped when his wet tongue pressed against her mound, then inside it as the wolf tasted her.

"Get on with it, already." The one that had tossed her out of the ravine pushed the wolf away from Ileni's bottom, holding her around her slender waist. "You can let go, Gred, I've got it." The big wolf did so. She tried to kick one of them, but as soon as her ankles were free the wolf used his hands on her middle to twirl her around and dropped her onto her stomach. Before she could regain the breath the fall had knocked out of her, he was pulling her to her knees with his hands grasping her hips. Another wolf held her shoulders down to keep her bent on hands and knees. She felt something soft press against her rump and flexed her buttocks firmly together. It was his sheath, she realized, and his genitals below it. He was rubbing himself against her bottom, enjoying her velvety fur against his emerging shaft. It lifted her tufted tail away from her rump as it grew. When he was ready, he lowered it down her rear and wedged it between her cheeks as though her flexing offered no resistance. His tip found and parted her labia.

"Please, no," she whimpered in her best wolven tongue.

The wolf behind her paused. "Did it just say something?"

"Don't worry, I'll fix it," one of the others said, Gash, she thought. He knelt in front of her, already erect, and took her muzzle and lower jaw in his big hands, pulling her mouth open. Her eyes went wide at what he intended, but she couldn't close her mouth against his hands' strength.

"Be careful," the one behind her said. "You would make a really ugly female." All the wolves laughed, and the two at either end of her brought their hips forward. The scream that tore through her as her loins were invaded was swiftly muffled by Gash's thick member. Her teeth grazed it, but the wolf's grip on her face was unrelenting. She tried to push him back with her tongue, but her efforts only seemed to encourage him. His flesh tasted of sweat, salt, and oddly, almonds. Her nostrils flared as he filled her mouth and pressed against the back of her throat, cutting off her airway.

When one member met her tonsils, the other met her hymen. But where Gash was cautious, ever mindful of Ileni's teeth, the wolf behind her ripped through her virginity without a second thought. Her entire body tensed, and Gash barely pulled out of her mouth before her jaws clenched down, tearing free of his grasp and leaving thin red lines on Ileni's muzzle.

Gash cursed, snarling. "Blazes, Kaf, a little warning next time."

"You're all right," Kaf assured him with a grunt as he hilted himself inside her womb, his tip breaking past her cervix. He seemed indifferent to the small lines of blood trickling down her thighs.

She was gasping a sobbing breath when Gash pulled her mouth open again viciously and stabbed himself into her throat, not stopping until his sheath's rim pressed against her lips. She gagged and convulsed, her body trying to vomit, but her stomach's contents were plugged inside it, unable to even rise around the thick invader. Kaf was already thrusting through her loins vigorously. Gash began to follow suit.

Meanwhile, the big wolf, Gred, was sitting beside her and fondling her breasts. Her bust wasn't large, by most standards, but with her trapped on her hands and knees her breasts dangled in perfect half spheres under her ribs. Until Gred's paw contorted their shapes out of recognition, at least. Tears flowed down her face, but the wolves didn't care, if they even noticed.

Kaf was becoming desperate. A wide bulge kept hammering Ileni's rump, pushing her buttocks to either side with each thrust so it could press against her groin. She didn't know what it could be until she saw a similar bulge growing at the base of Gash's shaft under her nose. Her eyes widened again. She had thought canine knots were just tales used to frighten children.

She didn't doubt their existence when one was shoved brutally inside her, like an apple being stuffed between her labia. Kaf howled and grinded his pelvis against her rump. Hot liquid filled her, and her body reacted against her will. She convulsed again, this time not only in pain, and her orgasm rippled around Kaf's shaft and knot, coaxing more of the sticky cream out of him. She could feel his sack lifting between her buttocks and clenching sporadically, each clench preceding a spray of the hot seed into her.

Gash seemed to be trying his best to break her jaw so that he could fit his full knot inside her mouth, but her teeth miraculously barred that part of him from her. Kaf slumped against her backside, his sack finally dangling loosely against her groin, but his knot didn't seem to be shrinking yet.

"I hope you don't expect the rest of us to wait," one of the other wolves said, circling behind her.

"That would be very nice of you," Kaf murred.

"I'll bet it would. Come on. Out you go." The other wolf grasped Kaf by the hips and removed him from Ileni's loins with one swift tug. She winced; the knot felt like it was trying to pull her insides out with it. No sooner was Kaf cleaning himself off to one side than the newcomer was rubbing himself against her rump's fur.

Gash growled in front of her and pulled out of her throat, letting her jaws snap closed. I can't take it any more." Ileni ducked her head down and to the side just as he grasped the bulge in his shaft and squeezed, the first thick spurt of his seed landing on the back of her neck. It was followed by a small shower that covered her shoulders, neck, and head, marking her as his conquest.

Fully aroused, the wolf that had replaced Kaf suddenly hilted himself in her mound without warning. She arched her back at the swift intrusion, but after holding himself with her tightness pulsing around him for several heartbeats, he withdrew completely. She tensed when his tip dragged up between her clenched buttocks to nestle in the small, puckered indentation below her tufted tail. Her body struggled to remain closed, but was no match for his strength. When he pushed forward her tail hole stretched to admit him, and once his tip parted her sphincter his shaft had little trouble sliding through her, lubricated as it was by the combined canine and rabbit juices that it had bathed in within her vagina.

While Gred was twisting her nipples, the fifth wolf grabbed her ears and twisted them so that their backs faced each other, then stroked his growing erection between their fur. "Mmm, it is a soft one, isn't it."

The one behind her barked a laugh as it began thrusting through her tail hole. "Not . . . all of it." All of the wolves chuckled.

The wolf abusing her ears lowered himself until his shaft, still a little soft, draped over her head. His gray genitals pressed down over the bridge of her muzzle, each furred nut blocking most of one of her eyes' views. She could bite him if she was quick enough, maybe even injure him permanently. But they would kill her if she did.

She just closed her eyes and let the wolf straddle her head. Once he was erect, her forehead propped his member at an angle where he could use her ears again to massage its length. Even with his sack plastered over her muzzle, he was but a small distraction to the wolf that seemed to be shredding the far end of her intestines. His knot had already formed, and he battered her with it. He didn't even need to get it inside her, though he seemed bent on managing the feat. Her buttocks surrounded the bulge with each thrust, and the underside of her tail caressed its upper curve no matter how she tried to raise it away. The wolf squeezed her butt cheeks, though she was already flexing them with all her might, apparently trying to crush his knot with them. He went on like that for several dozen thrusts, keeping himself on the brink, then finally shoved himself as deep into her tail hole as he could go and released his seed. With no room inside her for the semen to go, it coursed back around his erection and sprayed out around his knot, drenching his belly, genitals and thighs and joining Kaf's fluids dripping down Ileni's legs.

The wolf straddling her face rose, but she kept her eyes closed, expecting him to climax onto her like Gash had. Instead, he padded over to her side, and once the wolf behind her escaped her tail hole's tight confines, grabbed her waist and twirled her around. She landed on her back with a painful thud. Before the stars cleared from her vision the wolf that had spun her grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs straight up in the air until only her shoulders and head touched the ground, then sat on his heels and lowered her bottom onto his lap. His torso was too tall to drape her knees over his shoulders, so he kept holding her ankles with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her thighs to scoot her closer, then reached between them and positioned the erection he'd used her ears to build and maintain. As soon as its tip parted her mound's folds, he tugged her legs up against him until the wet backs of her thighs pressed against his belly. He rose off his heels, then, pulling her rump up with him, and began bucking in and out of her.

She was in a daze, and barely noticed when Gred loomed over her. The largest of the wolves stood with his foot pads to either side of Ileni's face, his crotch and the underside of his gray tail blocking her view of the redwood canopy and sky. He lowered himself on top of her, squatting with his rump on her upper chest and his bushy tail covering her face while his friend hastened his pace in her loins. Gred leaned forward and slid back, his well toned buttocks parting around her chin until the back of his scrotum pressed against it, his large sack resting in the hollow of her neck. His sheath lay down the center of her chest, and his penis extended down between her breasts, which he took in his large hands and squeezed up around his member. Her breasts weren't large enough to completely encircle his shaft; lying on her back as she was, her bust barely rose from her ribs until Gred squeezed it, and made her cleavage defined enough to massage the sides of his erection. He rubbed himself into her soft fur, letting her chest hold his weight and blinding her with the base of his tail.

Having given herself up to despair and degradation, Ileni endured it without a struggle. She held her arms stiffly at her sides, between Gred's straddling footpads, knowing the futility of trying to push him off of her.

She felt a knot hammering at her mound, but the wolf holding her legs up seemed content to remain untied. A bulge was growing at the root of the shaft between her breasts, as well. Gred squeezed her harder around that, making her wince, and thrust slightly through her shallow cleavage. After pressing himself into her fur for several more moments, the heavy wolf tensed, and his balls rose from her throat. She felt warm moisture on the tops of her lifted thighs, a different spot getting sprayed each time Gred's genitals clenched, until his orgasm weakened and his shots fell on her abdomen and lower ribs. He sat on her, murring contentedly, while the other wolf barreled his own knot into her folds without warning. Her back tried to arch, but Gred's rump pinned her down. Nevertheless, her body convulsed around the last wolf, her second forced climax quickly bringing him to his own. Once again Ileni was filled with canine semen beyond her capacity to hold, the excess drizzling down the cleft in her rump and over her short tail to drip between the wolf's thighs.

Gred squeezed her breast one more time and traced a circle with his member's tip in the soft fur around her nipple, using her to clean himself off before rising to his feet and stretching. Ileni stared numbly up between his spread legs. "Mmm, now that was a good hunt," the big wolf said. "Gives me an appetite. How about we go find some food?"

"We could just eat the hare," Kaf said. He came closer and nudged Ileni's side with a footpad. "I don't think it would survive long out here, anyway." She didn't react to his foot or his threat. A part of her hoped they did kill her. At least then she wouldn't have to remember what else they had done.

"That's being a little selfish, isn't it?" Gred said, but he planted one paw in the center of her chest, as if she could escape still tied to the wolf behind her. "If we eat it, no one else will be able to enjoy it later."

"No one else will know it existed to miss it," Kaf argued.

"It does taste very good." That was the one who had lapped at Ileni's crotch when they'd first caught her.

"And just look at its flanks," Kaf went on, gesturing with one of Ileni's knives toward her rump where the last wolf was still embedded. "Those alone will make a filling breakfast for the five of us. Add in the rest of it and we'll be eating well for days."

"All right, all right, I guess we can indulge ourselves every once in a while," Gred said, shifting his weight so that Kaf could reach her neck with the knife.

Ileni blinked in wide eyed surprise. She hadn't thought they'd actually eat her. All of the other rabbits who'd returned to her small village after falling victims to hunters said that the predators simply went on their ways after raping their prey.

All of the others who'd returned. . . . Ileni couldn't believe she hadn't figured out what had happened to all the rabbits that had gone missing. She'd thought they'd all run off, like she had.

And now she was about to join their fate. The small part of her mind that would have welcomed it fell silent when she saw her own knife descending toward her throat. She grabbed Gred's foot and tried desperately to push him off of her chest.

"Oh, wait, Kaf," the wolf holding her legs said, and the threatening wolf paused to look at him while he pulled out of Ileni with a wet pop. "There. I didn't want to be in it while you kill it."

Kaf shrugged and turned back to her. Just as he raised his arm, about to stab down, a fist sized rock flew from behind a nearby tree into his shoulder and knocked him onto his back. He rolled to his feet snarling, and all the wolves turned toward the direction the stone had flown from. Ileni followed their gazes to a strangely colored feline holding a straight stick as long as he was tall. Yellow fur mingled with the white that ran down his front and the insides of his arms and legs, and innumerable black spot littered the yellow half of his pelt.

"Terribly sorry," the newcomer said in wolven, his accent as strange as his fur. "I was aiming for the blade."

"You have no business aiming at anything, cat!" Kaf barked, stepping forward menacingly. "It isn't wise to interrupt a hungry pack's breakfast."

"Then forgive a wandering fool, if you would, but it would be a shame to eat such a flower before it has a chance to bloom."

His turn of phrase made the wolves pause. They weren't the types to use metaphors, and had to work the sentence out before they understood it. "That's not your decision to make, feline," one growled. Gash, Ileni thought.

The colorful feline leaned casually on his stick. "Suppose we make a friendly wager, then, as to who deserves such a decision. You all seem strong enough. If any of you can take my staff from me, you can keep it, and the hare."

"We caught the hare long before you came along, friend," Gred growled calmly. He lifted his foot off of Ileni's chest to join the line of wolves between the cat and her. The last wolf dropped her legs and did the same. "You can find your own meat, but forget about this one."

"I suppose I'm being terribly rude, then," Ileni heard from beyond the line of wolves. Then a yellow streak bowled through them and landed beside her, facing the stunned wolves and leaping back into their midst with his stick twirling before they'd turned around.

That was the last Ileni saw of the fray. She slid down into the ravine and began running downstream as fast as her limping gait could carry her, ignoring the frigid water splashing around her ankles and calves. The wolves had both of her knives; their skirmish wouldn't take long to get bloody, and as soon as they killed the feline they would be after her. Hopefully they would cross the creek and look for her to the south, where she had been heading when they were tracking her. Either way, she intended to have as long a head start as she could give herself.

She ran until the sun was near its zenith, then walked once her legs could go no faster and her ragged breaths were burning her throat raw. Eventually she had to rest her throbbing ankle, and used the break to finally wash the wolf seed and stink from her fur. The creek was wider, now, and as deep as her waist in its middle. She washed quickly and walked along its bank to dry herself under the warm sun, trying not to think of the horror she had escaped, or the other horrors she hadn't. Her ankle wasn't the only part of her that ached. She followed the river toward the setting sun with her head drooping in exhaustion, so she neither smelled nor saw the yellow cat perched on top of a mossy boulder as she passed it on its upwind side.

Her heart leapt into her throat when his hand fell gently on her shoulder.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," he said as she spun and backpedaled away from him. "I thought you'd be on high alert after your encounter with the wolves."

She was alert now, instincts focusing her senses to hear every sound and smell every scent until her adrenaline burst receded. The cat's scent was as strange as the rest of him. There was feline in it, but something else, as well. "I. . . ." she began, but her trembling voice failed her. "That is, thank you," she finally stammered meekly. "For earlier."

"Think nothing of it." The cat shrugged and stepped toward her. She hopped back, all too aware that she no longer had any clothing, and that he was still a predator, whether or not he'd saved her from being eaten. He was nude as well, of course, and she stared in wide eyed horror at his groin as he strode indifferently past her. The cat himself was about as tall as the smallest of the wolves, about half again Ileni's height, but he was thinner than the canines, and narrower in the shoulders. His white sheath, though, and his black spotted genitals between his thighs, were as large as Gred's. He seemed not to notice her terrified inspection, and left her staring at his colorful backside. She realized when he walked away that he had her pack on his shoulders.

He was following the stream in the same direction she'd been going. Ileni looked around at the shifting trees. It would probably be safe to turn south again, let the wind carry her forward. It would be foolish to linger around any hunter longer than necessary, even one who had saved her life. And yet. . . .

He had her pack.

"Am I being stalked by a hare?" he asked after she'd followed him for nearly an hour, chuckling and slowing his pace so that she had to either stop or approach him.

She watched him cautiously and curiously while stepping out from behind a small tree. He'd been speaking in heavily accented rabbit tongue since seeing her alone. She wondered how he'd learned it. "It's just . . . you're wearing my pack," she said meekly.

"Correction. I'm wearing MY pack." She cringed away from his toothy grin. "If you can take it from me, then it will be yours again." He walked on, the matter apparently settled.

Ileni sighed and followed more closely. She hadn't expected anything else, after all.

Her glances became less frightened as they continued onward and he showed no interest in her nudity. He didn't stop until after twilight faded into full night and their way was lit by nothing but moon and stars. Then, without a word, he stretched and yawned dramatically and dropped Ileni's pack beside his feet before folding his legs beneath him and sitting cross legged. He leaned back wordlessly and stared at the stars through the waving pine branches above them.

Ileni sat down a short distance away, stretching her own legs. Her ankle had mercifully stopped throbbing, but the rest of her ached from more than just a day's hard travel.

It was then, sitting there, that she finally recognized the unusual part of the feline's scent, when a small gust brought it to her nose. It was almost completely feline now, but the foreign part remained, very slightly. Chipmunk--no, squirrel tinged his aroma. And it was coming from a very specific part of his body. It had faded beyond recognition until he sat with his legs crossed, his thighs spread. "Did you. . . ." She had to swallow and try again. "Did you hunt a squirrel today?"

"Yes," he said casually. "I love squirrels. This one was even tighter than most." He lowered his gaze to her horrified face, his eyes glowing green in the moonlight. "Did you meet him before we crossed paths? I hope he's all right. I think I may have frightened the fellow."

She was on her feet in an instant, backing away from him. She'd somehow fooled herself into thinking this cat was different from the others. "Why?" was all she could think to say.

"Why what?"

"Why do you rape us?" she shouted at him.

The feline just laughed. "Because it feels good. Don't you enjoy it?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why do you let us do it?"

That made her pause. "What do you mean?"

"If you don't want us predators to do those things to you, why don't you stop us?"

She blinked. "We're not strong enough."

"I'm not as strong as those wolves back there. There were five of them, but I fought them off easily enough."

Ileni shook her head, confused. Was he trying to compare himself with her? "You had a stick. . . ."

"And you had two knives, but you let them get taken. Even without them, though, you didn't have to get raped."

"I don't know how to fight like you do!"

"Then learn." He said it as though it were the simplest thing in the world.

"I . . . I don't have anyone to teach me." Ileni's back hit a tree. They almost had to raise their voices now to hear each other.

The cat grunted. "No one can teach you how to fight. It's something you teach yourself." He got to his feet and stretched again. "I could give you a good learning environment, though. Tell you what: I'll rape you now, but if you can stop me I won't try again."

"What!"

"Oh! You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you; now you're readier than you would be in most circumstances. Ah well, you'll have to forgive me for giving you the advantage." He took a step forward.

Ileni turned around the tree she'd backed into and ran.

She hadn't gone a dozen strides before the feline pounced on her, knocking her onto her stomach and rolling through the pine needles with her caught in his arms. She writhed and flailed at him, trying to catch him with her elbows and pry his arms from around her middle at the same time. None of her strikes found more than air.

He spun her to face him as he brought them both to their feet, bending low enough to breathe into her ear, "You're going to have to do better than that."

She brought her foot up between his legs, but his hand caught her knee before she reached her target. Lifting up higher on her thigh and kicking out at her supporting leg, he upended her in one swift movement. As soon as her back thudded on the ground, he pinned her there with one hand on her sternum. His other hand dove between her thighs, but for once she was quicker, covering her groin with both of her hands protectively. The cat just grinned and pushed down on her knuckles, making her own fingers press against her mound. Ileni squirmed and tried to rise, but he was putting most of his weight on the palm against her ribs. Keeping her wrists trapped between his hand and her lower belly, he dipped his head down and nuzzled the gentle curve of her breast, barely evident with her pinned on her back. When his nose found the smooth skin of her nipple under her long fur, he blew cool air onto it, his breath shifting her fur around it until the pink nub was exposed to the night. His tongue darted out to flick it provocatively, its coarse surface tugging at it with each little lick, and he released her arms to squeeze her other breast.

As soon as her hands were free she punched at his face, but he lifted his head away and caught her fist in the hand that had been pinning her. She tried to roll away, now that his weight was off of her, and the fingers of his other hand lost their hold on her breast, claws remaining blessedly sheathed. She got as far as her stomach before he pounced on her shoulders, swinging his knees in front of her. Her chin was pressing into the pine needles under her, unable to look anywhere but forward in the position the cat held her in. His thighs were in front of her, slightly spread, and the silhouette of his genitals hung between them. Ileni got her knees under her stomach, though she had to arch her back to do so. She tried to push her torso up, but the feline was too heavy. She would have tried to strike the target dangling in front of her, but the angle was such that she'd have no force behind the punch.

The big cat began walking his hands down her spine, and she realized that while she crouched with her knees tucked under her, she was presenting him with her lifted rump. She hastily stretched her legs back out behind her, holding them straight together. The feline chuckled and tickled the tufted tail that was lowered protectively over as much of her crack as it could cover. Ileni very much envied squirrels and skunks at that moment; her tail accomplished nothing except accentuating the curves of her rump.

And yet, one squirrel's tail had not saved him earlier that day.

The cat set his shins on her shoulders, keeping her torso pinned, and patted her bottom. "This, I think, could cause you no end of trouble." She tensed instinctively at his touch, her muscles flexing together and making her butt curve prominently above her thighs and the small of her back. The feline balancing on top of her smaller form laughed and stroked the firm roundness of her buttocks, fingers tracing the crevice between her clenched muscles. Ileni dared not relax. As soon as she did his hand would slip past her rear end's protection, and he'd have her.

She felt him shifting on top of her an instant before something touched the back of her head. His sack, she realized, settling behind her ears as he brought his haunches down. His phallus draped down her neck, fully unsheathed, but surprisingly limp. He sat back on her head, grinding his privates into her soft fur while groping her rump and thighs. She could feel his heartbeat through the growing and stiffening member along her spine until he was erect and his length lifted away from her. He rubbed his testicles through her fur a moment longer before standing beside her.

Ileni sprang away as soon as the cat's weight left her, but he caught her ankles and she crashed back onto the needle covered dirt, her ribs landing painfully on an unseen, knotty root. She grabbed breathlessly at that root when he spread her legs and pulled her back toward him, grasping it desperately, but her strength was no match for his. His hips slid between her parted knees, then between her thighs, until she felt the tip of his penis find her sex.

"Please, no," Ileni sobbed.

To her surprise, he backed up and slid his hands up her thighs and hips to her waist, letting her legs dangle against his own. Her feet never touched the ground, though; he kept her rump level with his crotch. "Why do you do that?" he asked.

"Do . . . do what?" Tears were dampening the fur of her cheeks and dripping down her nose and chin.

"Plead. Do you think your words have some hidden power that can stop me?"

She grabbed his hands around her waist and tried to pry his fingers loose, to no avail. "I . . . I don't know. I just want you to leave me alone."

The cat grunted and shifted her weight into the crook of one arm. "Begging won't accomplish that, little one." She gasped as two fingers parted the folds of her vagina to show him her narrow inner tunnel, and tried too late to clamp her buttocks tight. Her round cheeks closed around his hand, but couldn't push him away from her or slow the return of his member. He guided his erection under his palm and between his two fingers, sliding into her. Once half his length was inside her, he clutched her hips in both hands and pulled her roughly against him. Her bottom thudded into his lap and pushed his sack between his slightly spread thighs as the end of his swollen sheath squeezed between her soft buttocks and pressed against her stretched groin. He groaned and purred at the same time, sending small vibrations through his shaft within her. "Now," he breathed, "you can't tell me this doesn't feel good."

Ileni said nothing. She merely dangled limply in his grasp. He'd proven that resisting was pointless, whatever he might say about fighting back if she didn't want it. All she could do was try to convince herself that she wasn't enjoying the sensations coursing through her when the cat began moving. She wept helplessly. That, too, was a battle she could not win.

He paused after only a few long thrusts, shuddering inside and behind her. "You're not . . . giving up already?" he groaned. She just dangled limply, breathing raggedly. "I must not be . . . giving you enough incentive." He pulled his throbbing length out of her and dragged its tip up between her butt cheeks to the root of her tail. She tensed, knowing full well what the feline intended since a wolf had done the same thing to her that morning, but she didn't fight him or argue. What was the point?

One of her legs kicked out feebly when he began working his way through her tail hole, her foot twitching reflexively against his shin with each of his pelvis's swift little stabs. Her entire body went rigid when her round backside met his lap again, and the cat gasped as her already impossibly tight grip locked around him with crushing force. Ileni didn't make a noise, though her teeth were clenched at the pain searing through her. The cat was bigger than the wolf that had taken her anally, in loins if not in body, but screaming wouldn't make him stop. He staggered sideways and had to lean back on a tree trunk to keep his balance, spreading his legs in a sturdy stance wide enough that her feet lowered to the ground and took some of her weight from his arms.

Her body tired eventually, and she couldn't hold back a loud sob when the cat started ramming himself in and out of her as soon as her grip softened enough for him to move. She clawed at the pine needles beneath her, head sagging enough that her ears touched the ground in front of her fingers. Her round breasts quivered beneath her with the force of the feline's swift ministrations. Worst of all, though, Ileni was growing more and more aroused as the cat went on. Her discomfort never lessened, but the shaft pistoning through her was only separated from her sex by a thin membrane. Her tail hole burned painfully, but that heat spread through her until, spirits help her, it almost became pleasurable.

Just when she was afraid she might climax, the cat let out a passionate roar and hilted himself inside her again. His sack slid up her bottom, and a wave of hot seed flooded her anal canal, spraying around his sheath in a white ring just as the wolf's had before. He sank down the tree supporting him and pulled her with him until he was sitting on the tree's roots and she was sitting on his thighs. The cat hugged her back against his chest, cupping her breasts in each hand, flattening them against her ribs as his orgasm ran its course.

Ileni just sat motionless, too stunned to stop him from nuzzling and licking her neck and shoulder, as drained of energy as she was of tears. How had this happened to her twice in one day? Why had she followed the feline after meeting him again, instead of running as fast and as far away from him as she could, like instinct and a lifetime of lessons had told her to? Now she was pinned to the satiated cat, holding her hands between her thighs in case he should stop kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples to fondle her groin and discover how much her body begged for release.

Long moments later, after drenching them both with his semen, the cat softened within Ileni's tail hole, but he never withdrew. When she finally tried to push herself away from him, he dropped her breasts to press her thighs firmly down. "It's a cool night, little one," he whispered in her ear, "but you will keep me warm." He rested his chin on her shoulder and pet her hips and thighs, fingers occasionally gliding obliviously over her hands protecting her mound. Eventually his breathing slowed and his hands rested on Ileni's lap, but even after she was certain the cat had fallen asleep, his phallus didn't withdraw from the inner heat that was keeping it partially aroused. Every time she shifted her weight, his arms clutched her to him. The discomfort of his ceaseless intrusion wasn't the only thing keeping her awake, though.

When the moon was halfway to the western horizon, Ileni's resolve finally wore out. She began massaging the soft fur and flesh between her legs, then spread the folds of her sex just as the cat had earlier and dipped three fingers inside herself, wriggling them as deep as they could go. The feline stirred, feeling her fingers tickling the underside of his member on the other side of her thin membrane, but he didn't awaken. Ileni rubbed her clitoris while fondling her inner walls, moving as little as possible. Her vagina gripped her fingers tighter than normal due to her stretched tail hole.

She shivered when her orgasm took her, but remained otherwise motionless, while hours of restrained pressure escaped her and soaked the sleeping feline's lap. He muttered something when the scent of her climax filled his nostrils, and his presence grew a little within her tail hole, but he remained unconscious. Ileni found some hidden reserve of tears as she slumped back against her rapist in exhaustion. She cried silently, lulled to sleep by a steady heartbeat not her own that counted the seconds against her back and inside her bottom.