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Ami sighed. She folded her ears the moment she got inside her ratty little apartment, tossed her backpack to the side, and didn’t even make it to her favorite beanbag before slumping down onto the floor. The Maine Coon had been worked to the bone today, as she was basically every day since she lost her first job in this horrible town.

She buried her face in her hands. Her boss was an asshole. The guy who had fired her for no reason was an asshole. Ami knew, by now, that her mother had been right to move away from this town. She had done it to protect her little kitten, she’d said, and that she should never even think about moving back, but then, the young and foolish cat had done it anyway.

Ami muttered curses under her breath. This place really was the pits. She had heard of speciesist communities, but this was preposterous. The wolves who inhabited this city barely treated felines like people at all, and hybrids like herself – her father had been a wolf – had it even worse. Finding a job that lasted for longer than a few days was impossible. These people only hired someone like her to replace a “real” worker getting sick for a few days, and even then, they acted like they were the ones doing her a favor, and verbally abused her. Or worse yet, touched her everywhere. Evidently, being seen as lesser wasn’t enough to give those fuckers any pause in wanting to fuck her.

Slowly, she rolled over, tossing her little work backpack – it was the same one she’d been wearing since high school, still decorated with all the spunky stickers that 19-year-old her had found cool, almost ten years ago – into her suitcase, which she was basically living out of. Her apartment consisted of one room and a shower. The “kitchen” was a stove and a sink in a corner. Her bedroom was an old mattress on the floor in the other corner, the spot most shielded from the cold draft that the place seemed to constantly have. It had been tolerable in summer, but now that it was October, it was unbearable.

She had to spend so much money on heating to keep the apartment even slightly tolerable, her goddamned landlord was constantly breathing down her neck and threatening to throw her out at the first missed payment, and she couldn’t even dream of buying anything nice. Well, she had gotten the green, old beanbag for cheap, as it’d belonged to some other cat who just gave up on this city and couldn’t take it with him. It had become a place of comfort for her, the one nice thing she owned.

But it wouldn’t be enough to keep her off the streets.

Then there was the matter of her pride. Like all wolves and wolf-hybrids, Ami was proud. She didn’t want to admit defeat and go back to live with her mother or crash on a friend’s couch, no matter what it took. It simply wasn’t an option, and that meant that she had to keep struggling, no matter what it took.

She had been looking through the jobs for ages, now, though. The money she had gotten from her first job, and her bank account were both beginning to run dry. She thought back on it. When she had first moved into this godforsaken city, she had a nice apartment. That lasted exactly one month of pre-paid rent before she got fired by her boss for just not fitting in, without so much as an apology. She knew perfectly well it was because she was a cat, and a wolf hybrid one at that. And with that, she hadn’t found anything else – that she could afford – and had moved into this one, which could best be described as an outright shithole.

The cat sighed again and sat down with a newspaper she had gotten while walking earlier, browsing through what few job offers the city had. Most specified that they were for wolves only, and how that was legal, Ami would never understand. Maybe it wasn’t, but maybe nobody cared either, and as such let the insanity continue.

By the fifth week, she had moved apartments and was trying her hardest to find a job, any job. She had been hired temporarily to scrub floors, to wash dishes, but always for less than minimum wage and with zero respect. She had barely scraped together enough money to pay half the rent for next month, and despite her pleading and sobbing, her landlord – a wolf with completely dead eyes and an interest only in money – had put it in no uncertain terms; she’d pay in full or get kicked out immediately.

The sixth week, she had bought that beanbag. Ami desperately needed something comfortable to sit on, and something nice in this awful place, and as such, it had been a worthwhile expenditure. Though everyone refused to give her even the slightest respect, much less charity, they were all too happy to take her money, no matter how sub-wolf they saw her as.

And now, in the seventh week, she finally had to admit that she couldn’t make it. Ami still refused to call her parents. It was her wolf side, she knew, that made her so prideful and stubborn, but she couldn’t change who she was. That left her with two options. One was to become homeless in the cold, wet darkness of an unusually chilly October. The other was turning to the world’s oldest profession.

Oh, they didn’t respect her, but they sure as fuck desired her, Ami thought, grumbling with anger. She had big tits thanks to her wolf heritage, whereas most cats were almost flat. And the wolves loved that even if they hated the rest of her. She was bigger than most felines, stronger too, and much more sinfully curvy. It was something she was always a little self-conscious about, but right now, it was the only asset she had that she could turn into something positive. Something positive, and hopefully profitable.

As much as she didn’t want to let any of the wolves fuck her, she had no choice. At least she wouldn’t get pregnant while not in heat. Small mercies.

With that, Ami finally picked up her phone and looked at the local personals. As always, she wasn’t the only one who had the idea of selling her body. But most, she noticed, didn’t have any pictures in their ads. Maybe she could take one of herself, being sufficiently naked and alluring, to stand out at least a little bit. Neck-down. That way nobody could associate it with her in the future. Ideally, nobody would ever know her dirty little secret once she had earned enough to get out of this place.

Slowly, she took her clothes off, trying not to shiver at just how cold it was. The chill seemed to permeate into her very bones. It wasn’t just the air either. Her mom had always wanted her to be a good girl, to live a safe and happy life. Not this. Ami could almost feel her disapproval even so far away.

The apartment, as shitty as it was, at least came with a mirror, which the Maine Coon had cleaned to the point it was quite spotless. Maybe it was to compensate for how dirty the rest of the place felt, but it didn’t have a single stain on it and reflected her image perfectly.

Yep, there they are. All the curves accounted for. Those sinful curves.

“Sinful curves” was what she’d heard her mom call them, though only when she thought Ami couldn’t hear her. It was a silly phrase, but it had stuck with her. The kind of generous curves that tempted men to commit sins, namely, and starting with, her generous breasts. She was at least an E-cup. That was significantly bigger than most women, and it garnered her as much attention as one might expect. Usually, it was unwelcome, but today… well, in a few days, it’d be her livelihood.

Really sinking that low, are we? Whoring ourselves out instead of just going back home and admitting we failed?

Ami shook her head, banishing the voice of doubt. If she couldn’t survive alone, she couldn’t survive at all. The same cruel wolfish genetics that had left her so very feminine and desirable came with a curse, too: pride. The age-old tragic flaw that would have her going to the ends of the earth before admitting she was wrong or accepting any kind of failure.

With a sigh, she turned around to examine the rest of herself, trying to find a good angle for a photo or two. She had a frankly perfect bubble-butt, big enough to be noticed and shapely enough that every less that cordial man tried to squeeze it. Another one of those sinful curves, to be certain. And her thighs were pretty striking, too. She had the broad hips of a “born breeder” as some asshole on the street had told her. “The kind of hips that begged to be put to use pushing out babies for some handsome, lucky guy,” if she remembered correctly.

Ami had no intentions of getting pregnant. Not now, and maybe not ever, with how hard life as a half-wolf was, especially in this terrible place.

Now she just had to find some cute clothes. She couldn’t afford much, but most of her life was in that stupid suitcase. She was bound to have something that’d be suggestive enough.

Nudes would do better. You know how men are. Especially wolf men.

Yeah, that inner, needling voice had a point. She probably should just go with nudes. Both clothed shots and nudes, to cast as wide a net as possible, perhaps.

She dug into her suitcase. There wasn’t much, but she did have her stockings. Cheap, but sexy. She had… an old black t-shirt that was a few sizes too small, and while that made it unwearable on a day-to-day basis, seeing it nearly burst around her tits would probably look pretty hot to the kind of men who were into that. A g-string, naturally. What self-respecting girl didn’t have one of those?

Then she pulled out a skirt. The one she had worn while in high school, before that last growth spurt. It was obscenely small for her now, but a quick measurement later, and she figured it should just about fit around her waist. It just wouldn’t cover much, if anything at all. Her pussy would just about be hanging out, but then again, guys liked panty shots anyway.

Finally, her pair of lace up heels. They always took a while, having to tie the strings up around her legs, but they looked damn sexy as far as Ami was concerned. They were also the only pair of nice shoes she owned, at the moment, so it wasn’t as if she had a choice. They were high enough to naturally force her into a suggestive posture, with her ass sticking out in a way irresistible to most men.

Ami set the clothes aside and posed in front of the mirror. Her pierced nipples were hard as little diamonds thanks to the cold, which made for a pretty sexy look, she thought.

Okay, deep breaths. Neck-down nudity. You can do this.

She stuck her ass and chest out in her best approximation of the kind of pose she had seen models and porn stars do, and snapped a picture, then another in a different position, always careful not to include her face in the shots. They could enjoy her pierced ears and tongue when actually here in person.

But really, how many wolf-cat hybrids are there with e-cup tits, dear?

Then, before she lost the nerve, Ami put on the clothes she had chosen. The stockings slid on easily, as did the g-string. The t-shirt took some wiggling to squeeze herself into, and she had to exhale and pull her flat stomach in to fit into the ancient childhood skirt, but overall, it was at least a look. She looked like an overgrown schoolgirl, or well, maybe a whore. Which, she supposed, as much as it made her blush and hesitate, was the goal. Her only way forward was to sell herself to the highest bidders.

Grimacing, Ami shot a few more photos of herself in those decidedly immodest clothes. She’d go through them later and think about how she’d phrase her personal ad.

Tomorrow. For now, she’d curl up in her beanbag, which was considerably more comfortable than her mattress, and safer too, and sleep as best as she could, without letting the worries of the future ruin her night entirely.

Of course, her sleep was fitful and restless, full of echoes of getting fired, worries of running out money, and the kind of horrible clients she was worried she might get when she put her newest employment plan into action. Even in dreams, there was no real freedom from the oppressive nature of this place, and in her sleeping heart of hearts, Ami already knew the truth she refused to acknowledge, if only for pride: if she stayed, if she didn’t swallow that toxic pride and run away, back to the safety of her mother’s place and their support, this place would leave her broken.

But pride had caused the fall of people far stronger than herself.

Next morning, restless and tired as always, Ami slowly worked up the courage to upload those photos. Once she did, she knew they’d be up there forever. Photos, especially nudes, never really got taken off the internet. It was one of those universal truths, as far as Ami was aware. She had no choice, though. With a trembling hand, the cat tapped the upload button.

Next up, a description. The wolves didn’t value people like her, so she focused on the kind of thing they might value, describing her big tits and eager attitude. That they could fuck her without condoms – her heat was a little bit away, anyway, so there’d be no risk – and that roughness was okay, too. At least a moderate amount of roughness. She could handle some of it. Really, physical pain was easier to deal with than the emotional, and just living in this city caused plenty of the latter.

Eventually, Ami settled with a simple description. That she’d fuck them for money. There was no real need to say much more than that, was there? Those who wanted what she offered only really cared about her body and what that could offer, anyway. She published the ad, with her heart beating so rapidly that the hybrid was half afraid it might just burst.

And then she waited, trying her hardest to find any kind of job in the meantime. But she had no such luck on the first day, nor on the second, and on the third she finally got a message. This one was from someone simply named Alex, and it read “I want to fuck you.”

Well, at least he didn’t mince words. They set the date a few days from the first message, in the weekend when he had enough time off.

And then the unthinkable happened. Two days later, on the same day that her customer was supposed to visit, Ami woke up feeling horny. Very horny, with a familiar and entirely unwanted warm, needy glow engulfing most of her body from her belly and down. Her pussy was wet, and she could smell those pheromones on the air. She was in heat.

Okay, don’t panic. Don’t panic. Just ask him to wear a condom. Give him a discount, Ami told herself. It’s no big deal, he’ll understand. Any sensible guy would. He probably doesn’t wany any kids with a prostitute anyway.

Part of that was wishful thinking. The other part was her own body’s very natural urges to take the risk of getting knocked up, even if she, consciously, didn’t want any of it. And as such, she made the questionable decision of not canceling, and chose to wait for Alex as planned, first showering and then putting on the outfit she had worn for her photos.

Overly tight t-shirt that clung to her body so tightly that her nipples, including the sexy little piercings she’d put through them, were plainly visible through the fabric, check.

G-string that barely covered her pussy at all, check.

A pair of smooth black stockings, which she was rather fond of, check.

The skirt that barely covered anything, check.

And her one pair of fancy heels that took almost fifteen minutes to put on with all the strings she had to tie: check.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. The bell was broken, of course, as every visitor discovered. Ami put on her bravest face and went to answer it.

You can do this. You’ve gotten fucked before. Just tell him to use a condom and think of something nice, she told herself, though thanks to her heat, she was on some level already looking forward to getting rutted.

A wolf almost two feet taller than her greeted her. Two feet taller and so muscular it looked like he could break her like a twig. Certainly, she immediately realized that she was completely at his mercy, and it sent a shiver of dread down her spine the instant that realization happened.

“Um, h-hello,” she tried to say, in her softest, most seductive tone, with the slightest hint of stuttering from the intense anxiety she was already feeling. “What a handsome stud I got-”

“Mm. So it is you. How about you just bend the fuck over and let me fuck you?” the wolf growled, and rather than waiting, he pushed her backwards and against a wall, rough and forceful. “It’s my birthday and all. Just turned eighteen. Name’s Alex, not that you’ll be using that much.”

“N-no, wait, you have to wear a condom, I’m…” she protested, but the wolf was already taking his clothes off.

“Yeah, in heat, I can smell that slutty body of yours begging for my pups. Well, you’re in some fucking good luck tonight,” he snarled, dropping his pants to reveal a cock so big it made the blood escape Ami’s face. It’d be a tight, painful fit, if she could fit him at all.

“B-but,” she whined. “I can’t, you’re going to get me pregnant. Please.”

It didn’t take terribly long for her to realize that begging wasn’t going to work, with the wolf’s hand finding the back of her neck and squeezing, hard enough to no doubt leave a bruise.

“You’re a whore. You don’t get to decide,” he growled. “I’m in a generous mood, though. I’ll give your body what it needs, and that’s gonna be your payment.”

His claws dug into her shirt and tore it off, leaving her breasts so spill free. And immediately, he grabbed one with his rough hands and squeezed hard enough to make Ami wince with pain.

He only squeezed harder, and pinched those pierced nipples when she reacted with pain. “Nice tits. They’ll look better with a wolf pup nursing from them, though.”

Yet, for all the pain, her body was reacting the way the body of a bitch in heat always did to a strong, dominant male. To her heat, it didn’t matter that she was abouts be raped, violated, used like an object. All that instinctive and mindless part of her cared about was that she got pregnant, and the wolf’s sheer masculinity – from his size and strength to his manly musk – was teasing all of those unwanted instincts.

Her little g-string was the next to go, easily snapped off her as the wolf yanked her ass into a better position by it, and then flinging it aside. “Not like you’re going to need any clothes with this kind of job,” he chuckled, in a low-pitched, threatening voice. Then, he hunched down to position his cock just at Ami’s entrance. Her fertile entrance, where no cock should ever be going unprotected. Much less that of some rapist wolf!

She squirmed, but there was nothing she could do, just as she had feared. Alex was too strong and held her in place effortlessly as he pushed his tip between her lips and just at the quivering little hole in between. She knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be inside her, using her as she wanted, and that moment seemed to stretch on forever in dreadful anticipation.

Finally, when the wolf got bored of rubbing his cock against Ami’s poor entrance to torment her, and thrust inside her roughly, in one sharp and uncaring motion of his hips, she was already damp. Not wet, but damp enough that burning pain of being forcibly penetrated only hurt rather than being agonizing. She clenched around the wolf’s shaft, against her will but fully in agreement with her traitorous body. As if she were nothing but a baby factory, just a warm hole and a womb. And of course, Alex didn’t hesitate to point that out.

“Getting wet this quickly, are you? You really were born to be a knotslut,” he growled. Then, he thrust deeper, until the tapered tip of his lupine cock jabbed against Ami’s cervix. “Just a hole for us to fuck.”

Ami wanted to protest, but she was too afraid to, with the wolf’s hot breath on her neck. For how rough he was being – already slamming into her hard enough to force her against the wall with each thrust – there was, she thought, a real risk that he’d just bite her throat if she tried to stop him. And so, she endured, as best she could. It felt degrading, but the tingles of pleasure were already starting, completely against her will.

“Mmh. You know, sluts like you don’t come to this city unless they want to get fucked,” Alex snarled. “You know that. Your whore of a mom also knew it. Not that I knew her personally…”

“My m-mom?” she stuttered. Her pussy still burned around Alex’s cock, and her cervix felt like it was slowly being jabbed open, hurting even more, but between all of those sensations, there was pleasure too, pleasure that was slowly drowning out the pain and letting her stammer out those two words.

“Mh. Just focus on draining my balls for now,” the wolf replied. “Can tell you about your stupid bitch of a mom later.”

He pushed her over, onto the mattress that Ami called a bed, pinning her to it with a strong hand clasped around her neck – almost hard enough to choke her – and began to really fuck her mercilessly, her entire body shaking with each rugged thrust. The otherwise unwanted arousal became a sort of happy escape for her; pleasure that she could focus on to keep herself from breaking down.

He didn’t care about her, either, and that was another little figment of solace. He just wanted to cum, Ami told herself, and so, she clenched a little harder, ensuring that she was tightly squeezing every inch of the wolf’s cock. Once he came, he’d surely just leave her alone to lick her wounds. Instead of resisting, she pushed back, despite the pain and degradation, and soon enough she felt his cock throb inside her.

The wolf slammed himself into her, all the way to his swollen knot which popped inside her with another jolt of pain. Then he came, filling her with spurt after spurt of warm, sticky cum that’d just about guarantee that she’d conceive, as deep in as she was. Ami forced herself not to think about that. Not about her belly swelling with his pups, nor about having to nurse them later. All that mattered was getting out of this situation. She shuddered, once again with base mammalian instincts, at his attempts to sate her heat.

It was impossible to deny how good it felt, how readily those forceful gushes of warmth inside her distracted her from what was actually happening. As the Maine Coons closed her eyes, she could almost imagine being seeded by a lover, someone who didn’t hate everything that she was. Someone who wasn’t inseminating her against her will, but rather because she was begging for it. She clenched again, a little, at the fantasy.

For a moment, they laid there quietly, and she could almost imagine it, fantasize of them being lovers rather than a victim and a perpetrator, that the swimmers rushing up her tubes as her body eagerly let them in were wanted and not just tainted sperm about to rape her eggs into submission too. How long, she didn’t know, refusing to think about it. An hour, maybe longer. But then he spoke again, shattering the happy illusion she worked so hard to escape into.

“Rrf. Fuck. You were born for this, weren’t you?” Alex rumbled with dark satisfaction. Then, instead of relaxing like most males did after orgasm, he pulled her back up, helped by his knot tugging on her inner muscles and lips painfully, until they were once again standing up, lifting her only to push her over the kitchen counter and lift her rear by her skirt until her pussy was once again level with him.

Ami gave a terrified squeak. She had hoped that would be the end of it. Instead, she found herself held up for another round, with her skirt’s waistband digging painfully into her skin, and her legs dangling uselessly in the air.

“I’m not done yet. I’ll tell you when I am,” he growled. And then he began to fuck her again, yanking his knot out of her and going right back into the brutal rhythm he had started with, thumping into Ami’s by now rather sloppy cunt.

There had been moments of pleasure before, but that moment, when he began the second rutting of the night, late in the small hours, was when Ami really found her toes curling with pleasure. Again, her body responded to the wolf’s brutish, almost savage rutting in the typical heat-struck way, and she even yowled out in pleasure as his cock bumped against some hypersensitive bundle of nerves inside her that none of her former lovers had managed to hit.

“See? Hybrid- rrrgh, hybrid bitches like you just need to be shown what they like,” Alex pointed out between grunts and sharp breaths. “Never figure it out on your own.”

He fucked her rough enough to make her plates and glasses shake. Each buck of Alex’s hips was like an exclamation of his intent to make her completely and utterly his. To break her until there really was nothing left except a wet, loose fuckhole for him to use as he pleased.

Ami was, despite her disgust and terror, very quickly closing in on her orgasm. Please, just let it come, she thought, wanting the pleasure to at least wash the fear away for a few brief seconds. Her legs kicked as he kept rutting her, faster and faster, her treasonous body cheering him on with clenches and wetness, cheering for his seed to knock her up and his balls to pump another load of it into her. She hated him, but her body didn’t; to half of her, he was exactly what she needed.

His magnificent cock and that glorious, beautiful orgasm. It wasn’t far. It was enough to almost make her forget that she was being raped by the cock that slid into her depths again and again, between battered and abused lips, and paradoxically left her completely soaked. Her ears folded flat against her skull. Her toes curled again, and then splayed. The fur on the back of her neck stood up in anticipatory excitement. There was that familiar, sweet, sexual tension in her belly, that felt like butterflies, the full-body tingles-

-and then her skirt tore, leaving another happy childhood memory in shreds, and Ami falling down onto the floor, bruising her knees and loosening, or even breaking, some of the delicate knots of her heels. With even that promise of pleasure robbed from her, she couldn’t help but whimper.

Alex growled, tossing the ruined skirt aside, though clearly more frustrated about being forced to stop fucking his prey. Leaning down, he grasped her wrists and held both her arms above her head. Then, showing just how much stronger he was than the hybrid cat, he lifted her, up into the air, his grip firm and painful around Ami’s wrists.

His teeth graced the back of her neck, and he said something more. “Hope you don’t break as easily as your useless clothes. Or do, guess you’ll end up like them anyway.”

He thrust into her again, and again Ami instinctively clenched around his throbbing cock, perhaps in a vain attempt to keep herself from falling. Her wrists already burned as the wolf dangled her in the air like a ragdoll, rocked back and forth by his brutal fuck-rhythm. One of her heels was shaken loose and fell, clattering onto the floor in a mundane kind of moment that forced her attention back to the present.

And there was that pleasure again. This time it felt even more intense than before. There was a brief spike of fear in her head, a worry that she actually might break from the constant intermingling of pleasure and pain. Her mind reeled at the thought, and doubly so at the realization that it was going to happen.

She was so close.

Then, she was there.

Ami’s entire body seized up in a spasm of pleasure. She moaned, against her will, as her entire being surrendered to the cruel wolf, her pussy submitting to his mastery and clenching around him eagerly in that milking rhythm otherwise reserved only for lovers. Her juices soaked his crotch, and she couldn’t stop a single one of those stuttering moans, loudly proclaiming each quiver of ecstasy that the wolf forced on her alongside the pain.

“Good bitch,” he growled.

At some point, Ami passed out, or at least she assumed that she did, because there was a gap in her memories after that orgasm. Ami was out some unknown amount of time, her body being used – or not, she had no idea – by the wolf. And then, she woke up, and when she did, the sun was already coming up. Her entire body was smeared with his cum, her stockings torn and ragged, one of her heels broken on the floor where it’d fallen. Every inch of her body hurt, and what didn’t hurt felt dirty.

She was wrapped around the wolf, between him and a wall, with her head resting almost peacefully on his shoulder. Peacefully, if it wasn’t for the horrible act, and his cock still wetly pumping into her. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that she was enjoying it, now. She was limp and broken, but she didn’t care. At least the pleasure was there. Her cum-sodden inner walls squeezed around Alex’s cock just as eagerly as they had from the first moment, tirelessly milking him, and Ami no longer had the will to fight it, so she did the only thing she could, and let him continue.

She bounced in his lap, held up only by his strong arms, and something even darker occurred to her hazy mind. He was never going to stop, so maybe her only option was to truly enjoy it. Maybe this was all a good thing.

It wasn’t, but that’s what kept echoing in her mind, to the pace of the wolf’s ragged breaths and his thumping, aggressive, tireless thrusts.

Ami surrendered. She could deal with anything else later. Any trauma, any consequences, all of that would be something for another day. She wasn’t getting out of this without being thoroughly fucked, and her belly – and womb – were already so full of cum that she felt bloated, as if there was already a baby or two growing inside her. And maybe there was.

Right now, as much as she hated the wolf, she would embrace what was happening, at least until her next orgasm.

There was a feeling, a little like waking up, or maybe falling asleep. A jarring twitch, a snap somewhere in her head as those conflicting emotions of hate and pleasure somehow settled into perfect alignment in a strange, perverted trauma response, and for the first time that night, she moaned aloud at her rapist’s cock sliding back into her.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. Your pussy’s good but it gets boring fucking it with no reaction,” the wolf grunted. “Having fun yet?”

Well, she was. In a sick and twisted way. Ami refused to let anything else exist except pleasure. In her frayed, perhaps shattered mind, she was being bounced on the lap of some hero who saved her from being abused, and she was moaning at the top of her lungs around his cock. Not just his cock, either! In her feverish fantasies, the hero brought all of his friends, too, so they could all enjoy her together. And she was happy to share. They deserved it, after all!

As did she.

She deserved it, didn’t it?

Deserved both the rape and the pleasure of being such a useless, slutty cum dumpster. Deserved to be used by everyone stronger than her, by everyone of the superior wolven species, and especially the one currently balls-deep in her sopping wet pussy. She wouldn’t be wet if she wasn’t enjoying it; the truth was obvious, at least to her and in that very moment.

She came again. This time, violently. Those previously limp arms wrapped around the wolf’s muscular back and her claws dug into his fur as another paradoxical, unwanted orgasm wracked her body. She yowled, squealed, howled out with pleasure as her pussy once again clamped down hard around the wolf’s cock, though by this time she was loose enough that his entire knot could slide into her, and in the middle of her climax he did just that, fucking her not only with the shaft but his entire knot, the breeding-bulb popping in and out of her spasming, twitching body.

He came too, of course. She was nothing but a cumrag for him, now, so why shouldn’t he have let his throbbing cock fill her useless slut womb with the night’s final load of warm, virile wolf-seed?

Even if she got pregnant, it was what her body needed. What it wanted. What it was getting with each heavy pulse.

The mutual orgasm faded soon enough, and now, it seemed that Alex was finally done. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled the small hybrid off his cock with a wet plop as his knot came out, followed by a deluge of spilled cum soaking her already dirty and torn stockings, and tossed her down on the mattress she called a bed.

Ami was left broken, sobbing, and covered in the wolf’s mess, both all over her and leaking from her abused, sore cunt. And plenty more inside her, all but ensuring that she’d swell fat with some asshole’s unwanted bastards. She was bruised all over, not just her pussy but her wrists, her knees, every part that the wolf had been knocking around while forcing himself on her.

She couldn’t understand why he’d been so cruel. Yet, with a mean smirk on his face, he was all too happy to tell the battered hybrid exactly what motivated him. First, he brushed a finger over her sticky, swollen folds, pushing knuckle-deep into her.

“Want to know why I fit inside you so perfectly?” he asked. “Why it feels like your pussy was made for my cock?”

Ami didn’t reply. She didn’t really want to know, but what choice did she have but listen, anyway?

“I’m actually your brother,” he said, his voice deep and without a shred of empathy. “Well, half. Your mother was some worthless cat, after all.”

After gauging her reaction to that, which wasn’t much of anything – Ami had no energy left to react with, not outwardly – he continued. “Recognized your slutty pics on that site. Tits like that? You have exactly the same kind of body as your mother from my dad’s photos… with a bit of wolf genes added to improve that weak mess.”

A half-brother? One that she didn’t even know existed, the son of the same bastard who her mother never talked in length about, and now the son followed in his father’s footsteps with outright malignant glee? The idea was so vile that Ami couldn’t help but bury her face in her hands and sob more. If even the people related to her were like that, what hope could she ever dare to have? And why had her mother never told her? Had the wolves used her the way they used her?

“Hey, no need to cry. You make for a fantastic fucktoy,” he laughed. “That’s better than most cats manage. Hybrids even more so. Usually, they’re not even worth fucking, easier to just pick up a toy and go for it.”

He scribbled something onto a piece of paper, and tossed it onto Amy’s battered body, along with a few dollar bills and coins, whatever he happened to have in his pockets. A handful, something like five or ten total, as if that was all she was worth.

Maybe it was. But it still made her sob uncontrollably as she scooped up the coins and bills, just so she could feel like she had any control over anything. At least it was money. Money that she had earned. Money that she could earn more of so that her landlord wouldn’t kick her out. Ami could barely see at all through her tear-glazed vision, but the thing the wolf had written down looked like a phone number. As if she’d ever call him.

“Thanks for the fuck, knotslut. I was pretty goddamn pent up. Everyone here has such high standards, except you,” he laughed. “The number’s for next time you go into heat and need your belly filled.”

He paused for a moment, and then spit on the broken hybrid.

“Just don’t waste my time, next time you need a good fucking I might just keep you as a slave,” he added. “My personal worthless hybrid kitty fleshlight.”

With that, he leaned down to slap Ami’s cum-stained tits, drawing another pained squeal from the broken, defeated cat.

“Ah, you’re gonna have to show me how big those whore tits get when you’re a few months pregnant. Gonna look like a cow, I’d bet. Barely able to walk at all.”

“Just leave me alone,” Ami whimpered, weakly.

“Why? You wanted this. You came here, you put up your slutty pics on that site, you wanted people to come and fuck you,” the wolf continued, mocking her. “Your whole body was made for it, too. I mean, look at yourself, basically built to be a baby factory for whoever feels nasty enough to fuck you.”

He was right. She knew he was right. She had always known that, because nobody would’ve come here otherwise. He was right about her body too. She just needed to be used, more and more, because that was all she was good for. She had wanted to get fucked, and fucked she got; who was she to complain? She felt broken, like her head was full of glass shards that couldn’t possible be assembled into an intact window ever again.

With that understanding out of the way, the wolf grabbed Ami’s thick, soft tail and wiped his cock mostly clean with it, leaving the hybrid with more stains that’d be her problem to get out of her fur. He didn’t care. And the faster she learned to obey, the faster they could move onto real fun rather than this unnecessary song and dance that’d continue until she was begging for it. Just not right now: he had more important things to attend to, and if the cat needed money, she’d really have no choice but to submit her slutty body for another round of rape. He even had some friends in mind for their next session together.

“Still crying? Stupid bitch, sooner or later you’ll at least understand your place in life,” he spat. And with that, he grabbed his clothes, turned around and walked away, not bothering to say another word to his half-sister, and with zero of the empathy that siblings normally have for each other, even with his cock still half damp with her juices.

When Ami heard the door slam, she crawled her way to her favorite bean bag and curled up on it, in a fetal position. The day had taken a horrible turn. She felt horrible. Worse yet, the poor cat felt like her half-brother was right, that maybe she did want this, maybe she did deserve all that’d happened, all the way from the misery to the pain. Either way, she cried, in the comfortable, if stained embrace of the one comfort she currently had in life.

She felt like everything was the worst way it could ever be. And in that moment of feeling like absolute trash, she hadn’t realized that she had instinctively curled up in a position that left her ass sticking up in the air. Not until she heard the door open again and almost blanked out entirely at the realization that Alex wasn’t gone. He was just-

“-picking up my wallet, forgot it. But if you’re gonna be such an eager bitch, we can do it once more, you know, for the road.”

Oh, no.

Ami, crying, instinctively raised her tail as she heard her cruel half-brother’s pants hit the floor once again, getting ready to rape her one last time on her favorite seat, and she had no energy nor will left to resist.

It was easier to just go with it, to let him do what he wanted. Maybe he’d at least give a good review so other wolves would use her, and she could keep living here a little longer.

And so, she didn’t fight it as he defiled her and her safe space one last time. It was one of the last times that Ami could remember crying.