Jocks, Cocks, and a Cat
Jocks, Cocks, and a Cat The city, as much a mystery to many as the times before recorded history. Only here could the best of the best and the scum of the earth intermingle in one place. It was in this large port-city that Geno learned what happens when take a stroll with your horny boyfriend while you are in heat. The nineteen year old cat girl couldn't think that she could be any luckier, she was in a great university, her grades were stellar, she had a honest and well paying job, an best of all, was her boyfriend. She was walking next to her favorite man; he was a wolf, a big one. Honest to God, one hundred percent Scottish. She didn't want to tell him, but his accent made her somewhat excited at times, but she kept it under wraps. His name was Daemion 'Skarr' MacWolfe, he was a junior and she was a freshman. The rest of the girls in the rest of the grades, and even some of the 'fabulous' guys, asked if the 'stories' about him were true, she had no idea what they meant. "Oi, Kitty , 'ye goin' to walk home with me or are 'ye jus' goin' to gawk at me arse?" He asked playfully, his thick Scottish accent made her feel all fuzzy. She realized that she was indeed staring at his chiseled legs and ass through his grass and blood stained football slacks. She blushed to the point her ears turned red and seemed to glow. "In your dreams, ya' furv!" She chipped at him, playfully. She followed him with some skip in her step, making her ample and firm breasts bounce. The caught up with her college sweetheart and he wrapped his massive and muscled arm around her neck and kissed her on the top of the head, "Hey Geno, I got somethin' to tell 'ye." He said down at her. "What is that, wuffy?" She asked, looking up at him, her emerald green eyes meeting his sapphire blue ones. "I love 'ye, me little kitty." He said nuzzling his nose against hers. Geno couldn't help but giggle. He had never acted like this before, he was usually pretty shy, but she didn't complain, it was refreshing. "I love you too." She cooed up to him. Daemion was obviously struggling to be able to stay at the school, his house was in the industrial foreign sector of the city, the slummiest you can get. Geno on the other hand, lived in a penthouse apartment, paid for by her parents. By this time, Daemion had taken off his sweat darkened workout shirt, allowing his musky male scent to waft into the little feline's nostrils. Her nose acted like a magnet, causing her whole head to turn towards her boyfriend. His musculature made him look like a statue that the ancient Greeks would have carved, hell; he put Conan the Barbarian to shame. Geno's eyes lingered on his torso for a long while until her sensitive ears pick up a noise that hadn't been there until after she had allowed his scent and shape to make her feel hot and wet. It sounded like heavy skin slapping heavy skin, in fact, she was sure that's what it was. Her ears also told her that it was coming from her boyfriend, who was talking on his cell phone at the moment. The comparably smaller feline looked down at his workout pants to see the lightweight fabric vividly outlining a massive rod of man-flesh. She was completely oblivious to the world around her; all she could do was stare the thick, flaccid lupine cock as it swung between Daemion's legs like a pendulum as he walked. 'I guess that he didn't wear compression shorts today', Geno giggled to herself. She snapped out of her trance in time to hear her boyfriend wrap up his phone conversation, "...Yeah. Yeah, yeah sure... we'll be there in a matter of minutes. We are at the fisherman's market right now. Okay. Alright. Uh-huh, bye." Daemion flipped his phone closed and stuffed it into his gym bag, letting Geno get more of his musk in her nostrils. He turned to Geno, no longer was his wolfhood flaccid; it made a massive tent over his workout shorts, Geno could see nary every detail on it, the thin fabric was strained so much. "Uh... Geno," He said, scratching the back of his head, his golden locks letting loose a small spray of sweat. "Y-y-yes Daemi?" She asked, stunned, afraid, amazed, and curious all at the same time. "Do. . . do you love me?" He asked with a tone he had never used before, the sing-song tone of his voice was replaced by cold seriousness. Geno was afraid, but she answered truthfully, "Yes. . . yes, sweets. But I-I don-" She was cut off by her boyfriends strong grip encasing her head; Skarr heard all he wanted and needed to hear. The pressure that he applied on her head was making Geno dizzy, everything was going 'topsy-turvsey' and her vision blurred. Soon enough, she blacked out.
- * * Geno opened her eyes slowly, letting her vision focus. She looked around in a panic; she was in a rusty and word down wharf storehouse. She was bound in place by a large cargo chain that dangled from the ceiling. "Damn, Skarr. You got the finest piece of ass in the whole damn school," She heard one voice say. "Ya, mon. I sure would like to 'butter her buns'." Another said, followed by a loud smack and a crash to the floor. "Dude, what the fuck? You just KO'd Terry!" The first voice said, raised in surprise and shock. The next voice Geno knew, and that broke her heart, "Yeah, I know, ye' foukin' twat! I missed his windpipe, so he got lucky." Skarr said, His voice as cold as ice and deep as rolling thunder. "What the hell for?" The first voice asked with a short whinney. "That sexual joke was so horrible, he should have died for telling it." Skar replied just as coldly, "Now, to the main event." Geno couldn't speak, she was too shocked. Her boyfriend and his football jock friends were going to rape her. 'My boyfriend is a psychopath,' she thought. She felt four hands in all the once-private parts of her body. They flicked her clit, pinched her nipples, prodded her ass, you name it. She looked down at her feet, only to see a huge, throbbing slab of man meat. She looked up to see a white stud, he knickered at her lustrously as he pressed his hot equine cock against her. They both jumped as the hear Daemion's voice roar and echo through the warehouse. "Oi! She's mine; I am nice enough to share, so you do as I tell you!" The equine obeyed. Geno saw another cock in front of her, this one put the equine to shame, and it was Daemion. He held a chain that was attached to a pulley, which leads off in a cobweb of steel and iron links. He pulled one chain and Geno fell to her knees, the lupine member, about the length of her forearm and about as thick, was resting its throbbing tip on her nose, causing her to go cross-eyed. Geno knew what they wanted, she also knew that Daemion was unstable, and if she refused . . . she didn't want to think about it. The little cat let the large wolf dick slip into her mouth; she felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing her deeper and deeper down on the huge cock. It tasted horribly salty from his workout and the nice, thick sheen of pre that covered it. Geno was deep throating to the point were she would gag, yet she was only about half-way down the dick. Skarr was illiterate, murring and grunting like some wild animal, maybe he was. Daemion felt a little tingle in his testicles, then his lacrosse ball sized ballocks rose slightly, seconds later Geno was experiencing an onrush of wolf cum. The hot andstickey fluid rushed down her throat, out the seams of her mouth, and ever her nose. Daemion called over the horse, who all this time, was slowly stroking himself. The equine did as he was told and took position behind Geno. She tried to whimper a protest put she felt a similar firm hand cover her muzzle. She knew it was Daemion, but this time his hands where gentle. She looked into his stunning blue eyes, and was shocked to see kindness. She was even more toppled when he hugged her and whispered something in her ear, "I'm sorry..." Right after he said this, Geno felt the equine cock enter her tight tailhole, plunging in balls deep. Daemion was gentle, he slowly and surely slipped himself into the heated folds of the feline. She sqealed and squirmed as she felt herself being double-penetrated on probably the two biggest cocks in the school. The horse male had a merciless rhythm, pounding in and out of her puny tailhole until Geno had tears flooding down her cheeks and onto Daemion's chest. Daemion on the other had, was gently and 'polite'. This continued for fifteen minutes, the horse relentlessly mounting her and raping her asshole, while Daemion didn't even seem to be raping her. She was actually enjoying the feeling of her boyfriends massive dick pulsating inside her, letting out soft moans and purrs when it pounded into her cervix. When she wasn't moaning at the pleasure her boyfriend was giving her, she was crying and screaming as the equine had, by this poin, turned her once puckered and natural tailhole into a gaping cavern. The horse whinnied and knickered. With one final, massive thrust, he came hard into Geno, launching white, hot, and slimy ropes of horse spunk into her bowels. She was sure that her intestines got some in them. Even though he was ligitamately through, the equine continued to buck into her, seeming to enjoy her discomfort. Geno cried again, her tears landing on her wolf's chest. She felt a vibration come from his massive and broad chest, a growl. At first, she thought he Daemion was growling at her, but his gaze had become murderous, and he was gazing at the horse, still violating Geno's cute rump. "I'm sorry, Geno. I had no choice. But, I will fix this." Daemon said as he curled up onto her in an massive orgasm that they both shared and both were wracked by. He howled as Geno meowed; Daemion launched his wolf essence into her, having pushed through her cervix, the massive blasts of cum hit the back of her womb. He continued firing off his load for about two and a half minutes. He was spent and his precious Geno was exhausted, she just collapsed on the unsanitary ground. Skarr had walked over to his gym bag and began to put on his cloths, this is when the equine saw his chance. The equine, still stiff, lurked over Geno's limp body. He spreads open her legs to expose her relatively undestroyed cunny. 'I'll change that," he thought malevolently. The wolf's cum was dribbling out of Geno's snatch, slowly pooling on the ground. The equine slowly hovered his cock head over her vaginal lips, right when he was about to thrust in, he felt something hard smash into his muzzle. Daemion's fist. The equine sat up, his face in shock and bleeding, "Skarr, what the fu-" he was cut off by a rusty pipe coming down on his windpipe. Daemion dropped the pipe with a clang and picked up his ravaged girlfriend. Geno awoke with a start the next morning. 'was it all just a dream' she thought. 'Just a really bad, fucking (literally) dream?' She sat up and turned to her bed stand, where a note and a black velvet box lay. Geno opened the letter, 'Dearest Geno, I know you must want to burn this letter and me along with it, but I want to tell you that it was that or death for the both of us. Those two *used* to be the sons of a large crime family. They get what they want, and they wanted you. They came to me, I said no. Now you know why I had two broken legs last semester. They said I would do this, or you would die. I am going to hell, I know; but this is a little something that they have made in Scotland, it should make sure you don't. I beg your forgiveness, it was either this, or I lose you forever. I give you permission to call the police on me, I will not hold ha grudge and I will not resist arrest. Don't worry, while you were sleeping, I gave you a Morning After pill, I am making sure I don't leave anything you have to keep to remind you of me. Forever yours, Daemion Skarr' Geno was stunned. Judging by the tear smudges on this note, he was sincere. Besides, he did not *act* like a rapist . . . too much. Geno discarded the grim thought with a shiver, and then the black velvet box caught her eye. She tenderly picked it up, but was afraid to open it. Finally, she swallowed her fear and opened the box; in it was a solid silver crucifix on a silver chain. Geno had never taken it off since.