Natashia
Written on a whim for my brothers snow leopard character. I did not draw the picture. That was done by y brother
This story is basically something I made for my brothers snow leopard Character Natashia.
The water whispered on the shore of the dark lake. The moon, pregnant in the sky, gazed upon it reflecting but hardly casting a shine into its deepest depths. The wind, rocked the trees, playing with the leaves as they fell in the autumn air. Music filtered from the mansion high upon the hill where a party was being held in honor of some dignnitary or another. The lanterns didn't reach as far as the lake, mainly due to the crest of the hill and the line of bushes that framed a stone pathway leading down to the docks, where still as a statue, a leopard sat. He wore a small see through pants that flared from the wide gold band that rested on his hips down to the thinnger bands that wrapped around his ankels. A thong kept his sheath covered and inaccessable or at least he was to appear to be, as his master had ordered. Had his master known his slave had slipped away during the party he'd be livid, but all the men looked the same, same height, same fur color, eye color. They wore the same outfit, and were arranged in the same style. They were to be nothing but pretty figurines in their harem style clothing. As he sat on the grassy earth, he drew his knee to his chest. Eyes a deep shade of sapphire, fur a glimmering silver that glowed in the moonslight, his outfit a contrasting pink. He closed his eyes again and listened to the water. Listening to the freedom it promised. Listening to the song it sang to him. The bangles on his wrists clinked together as he rose and moved onto the dock. Staring high into the sky at the moon above him he raised his arms above his head and danced, glad that he couldn't be heard above the sound of the music that continued to echo in the silent night. He lost himself in the flow of his hips, the movement of his feet, and the wind that whipped about him. He truely felt free as he stood on the docks. His eyes glimmered and he found himself upon the surface of the water, standing upon the pregnant reflection of the moon. His paws barely made a ripple as he moved over the water. Closing his eyes he allowed himself the luxury of entertaining no one but the world around him.
His body twirled around and around upon the water that stood as still as glass reflecting his lonesome dance. The wind seemed to urge him on, the trees clapping. He never wanted to stop, even as his lungs burned with exhaustion as he moved across the waters surface.
He only stopped when the water beneath his feet rippled. He stood still and looked towards the shore. A jaguar stood there. A cigarrette flaring between his lips. Natashia stepped once again onto the dock, his tail dropping to drag beneath the waters surface.
"Natash." the jaguar said bringing a manivured claw to his cheek. Natashia flinched and looked down. "Do you fear your master?" The jaguar asked. Natashia nodded slowly. "And you should." The jag slashed his claws across Natashia's cheek. "You fear me, yet you still leave the party early." The Jag growled. "You have been very bad this night."
A heavy black iron collar snapped around Natashia's neck, his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to beg forgiveness but, was silenced by a backhand across his other cheek. "You've disobeyed me for the last time boy." The jag said taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Natashia was taken up the stairs past his fellow slaves. The didn't look at him. Their eyes closed. Natashia could see the claws and bites from the party goers who had attempted to try and claim them. He knew what was to come. His master was fairly even handed, and selfish, he kept his slaves to himself. No one was allowed to touch them but him.
But as Natashia was walked up the stairs, shackles on his wrists, the thick collar around his neck attached to a thick chain, he knew what his punishment was.
He was led into the guest bedroom, twelve beds were arranged around the room, six of them held a canine, feline, or equine. All male. All were drunk, or on a drug of some sort.
A pole sat embedded into the floor with a latch for the chain his master held. Usually he'd hire some random tramp to service the drunks at his party but...
Natashia's paws your placed onto a latch on the floor. "Have fun. This is a special treat for all of you. Enjoy him to the fullest." Natashia's head jerked to his masters back as he left. He had really done it this time, he realized. His master didn't care what happened to him, or his body. He'd given them permission to do and take what they wished, be it sex...or flesh.
The heavy hooves of a stallion approached and he looked up at the thick body of a Clydesdale. He looked down at him his massive form swaying a bit. He dropped to his knees and roughly grabbed Natashias chin forcing his massive length into Natashia mouth.
Natashia gagged his throat expanded to accomodate the size of the horse. He barely felt his tail being roughly raised, till his legs stood straight. Rough barbs penetrated his tight ass making him make a small pained noise. Claws dug into his hips leaving tracks of blood to trickle down his legs.
Even breathing through his nose, he couldn't get much air. The massive horse length constricted his airway, and the collar around his neck didn't he;p much either as it prevented him from expanding his airways. He coughed a bit around the massive cock that plowed down his throat that seemed to grow thicker with each thrust.
The cock under her tail rammed in harder and faster as the claws moved from his hips to his back dragging in his flesh trying to find purchase. Tears streamed down his cheeks, he wasnt used to the roughness.
Thick musky globs of cum sprayed down his esophogus. He wanted to push the horse away, as it filled his throat and backed up around the cock to dribbled from his mouth and nose. Painlfully slow, the flared tip of the horses cock dragged up his throat and into his mouth where he had to work to get it out. He spit the cum up as he coughed. The massive load pooled on the ground as he panted, more still coming up. He fought to breath properly but barely got to as another cock was shoved in his mouth.
The old grey wolfhound gripped Natashia's ears and rammed at the back of his throat. Natashia closed his eyes and tried to disassociate himself with where he was, but as the cocks were forced deeper in his body, and filled him with their cum, he was always brought back to the presant.
He didn't know how long he was used for their pleasure, but at last he was let go, nothing rammed under his tail or his throat. His body lay collasped on the floor, bleeding from roughness, bites, and claws. He shuddered as pain wracked his body.
He knew his punishment wasn't over yet. A large Doberman had entered the room. His cut ears looked like the horns of the Diablo on his head. The whip upon his hip promised pain, and more.
Natashia knew the Dobie well, he was a frequent visator who on more than one occasion attempted to force Natashia into bed. He knew his master had called him. Knew that the pent up Doberman was going to have as much fun with his body as he could.
Cringing on the ground, he felt the first blow of the whip on his exposed side. Curling up he whimpered silent as another blow fell upon his already bleeding back. "On your knees bitch." The Doberman ordered. Natashia slowly complied which earned him another swift hit across his backside.
He yelped and panted through his nose clutching the chains. His tail was jerked up again and the Dobermans thick cock was forced into his bruised and stretched hold. The doberman's cock rivaled the horses in thickness, but not in length, but he made up for that with roughness. He gripped the base of Natashia's tail nearly pulling it off as he pulled the abused snowleopard into each of his deep thrusts.
His paws gripped his chest and dug in pericing his untouched flesh easily as sharp fangs bit into his neck, dangerously close to a main artery. Yowling his eyes widened and he struggled a bit causing the Doberman to growl and bite deeper.
Closing his eyes he tried to relax, even though his instincts were to run to fight, to do something, but he was powerless to.
The doberman rammed in harder his jaws opening wider and biting down harder on his neck, his canines threatening to draw more blood. His knot swelled wide at the base of his shaft and he he slammed it in and out of Natashia who could do no more than yelp softly.
At last the Dobie pressed in knot and all to fill Natashia up. His jaws released Natashia's neck as he smiled and looked down. "Guess its the good thing your not a female, a shame as well. I'd have another hole to fuck." Pulling himself from Natashia he laughed and pissed on him. "Such a slut." He said and wandered over to one of the beds.
Natashia fell to his side again, fee;ing like a faucet as cum and blood dribbled from his body lazily. The snores of the males were little solace to him. He knew what happened in the morning.
Closing his eyes, he prayed that for him, morning never came.
A swift kick to the stomach had Natashia coughng and waking up. The jaguar stood above him surveying him. "What a damn slut." He said spitting on Natashia. "You've been bought. I have no use for a whore who'd let so many fuck him." He unhooked Natashia and without letting Natashia stand, began dragging him from the room and down the stairs. Coughing and whimpering as he clawed at the collar, he bounced the stairs. His body was flug across the floor and landed at the hooves of a massive stallion. The stallion tossed over a bag of coins and hefted Natashia over his shoulder.
Natashia barely registered the canis like muzzle on the equine body, or the thick paws and canine ears. Tossed into the back of a carriage Natashia lay among fur and bagged meats.
Pulling the cart the stallion walked on, without a word to Natashia. Natashia curled up. He didn't much care anymore.
When they rode to a dilapidated house Natashia was carefully lifted from the back of the wagon and taken into a bedroom. Natashia wanted to cry as he laid on his stomach on the bed, his hips lifted and tail raised.
A cool gel was slathered in and around his tailhole, it stung as it coated the cuts and tears. He waited for the pentration of something larger than fingers only to have his rump tapped and left to rest on the bed as claws worked through his fur and smear the gel over the other cuts that decorated his body.
"I'm Sheir." The stallion whispered as he removed the collar and shackles.. "Don't worry, your safe now."
"Natashia." he replied.
[End]