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I know I said I wasn’t going to be writing anything anytime soon, but…

This is where I am currently with my writing, spelling and grammar mistakes included. This is pretty much an unfiltered look at my mind when I write. I am just trying to get back into it, without it feeling like trying to push my way through a brick wall. This was just a writing exercise, it is not edited or polished in any way. This is sort of like a “story in a day” but it hasn’t been a day, it has been almost two days to get this far, but that is thankfully mostly because work has been busy and not because it has been difficult to write…or as difficult as it has been. This was just a sliver of an idea I had and which I just let flow, completely not how I expected it to go either so…yeah, might be themes in here folks don’t enjoy or feel uncomfortable with. But for me, it was just a simple writing exercise to see how far I could get in a limited timeframe.

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“Leave everything at the door” was the inscription above the wooden archway leading into her private room. Linda huffed and did as told, stripping out of her robe and hanging it from the provided hook outside the room. When she stepped inside the lavish open space, made to look like part of a redwood forest had been transplanted into the small space, she felt a spark of her primal self come to life. A mixture of different technologies allowed her to be transported to another world, far away from the hustle and bustle of her everyday life. In here, she was nothing more than a lone white she wolf on the prowl. Though she knew that was even too far a stretch, she was the prey here, just as the scenario she had selected decreed.

Linda walked deeper into the fake forest, into the clearing where a beam of sunlight shone down upon mossy outcropping of rock. It felt soft and pliable under her touch, no doubt designed to fit the aesthetic of the room while maintaining the comfort of a real chair. It didn’t take long before she heard the rustling of bushes nearby, alerting the ivory furred she wolf to the presence of the rooms other participants.

Three large buck entered the clearing and quickly formed a perimeter around her. Their bare chests covered in tribal warpaint, their horns etched with ancient runes and in their hands were clasped crude spears, purely for show. But they looked real enough to really sell the look of her partners. Mostly though, Linda couldn’t help bust stare at the nude males girthy sheaths and their large balls below.

For a long time Linda had carried around an unnamed and unrelenting guilt for all the centuries of her species oppression of other prey races. She didn’t know how to deal with it at first, until a discussion on a message board and lead her down a rabbit hole which eventually led to the establishment she currently found herself in. At first she had submitted herself to be used by a group of hung rabbit bucks, though she was rather sore and tender after being rutted for hours by them, her soul felt lighter.

Next she tried a mix of beavers and rodents, while not as energetic as the rabbits had been, she still felt lighter once they had taken their fill of her. It seemed on some level that submitting herself to be used by the different prey species was somehow alleviating her repressed guilt, that in some way by debasing herself and allowing them to use her, it was washing away centuries of built up shame.

There were no words needed, the three large buck knew what they were here for. Linda was instantly surrounded with strong hands, now devoid of their spears, all groping and exploring her nude form. Fingers forced their way into her mouth, tracing over her predatory fangs and teeth. While others groped over the swells of her breast, at the curve of her behind and even between her thighs. Thick fingers probed at her, almost in a foreshadowing of events soon to occur.

Unlike the rodents last time, these buck were more direct and forceful, which she preferred. Even though it meant she found herself pushed down to her knees in the dirt while the evident leader roughly grabbed her by the ears and forced her muzzle against his crotch. While the largest of the three buck ground his slowly swelling stiffness against her face, the other two guided her hands to their own groins and encouraged her to caress and stroke at them. It didn’t take long before they were all sporting rather impressive lengths. When she found her muzzle being pressed down over the leaders cock, her first instinct was to growl as the taste of prey flesh glanced across her teeth and against her sharp fangs, but that was all that was left of her ancient predatory instincts. There was no desire to bite, to rend flesh, Linda simply accepted her place as the larger prey’s plaything. She could see the smug grin on the bucks lips as he began fucking her face, forcing his thick, throbbing shaft back and forth into the ivory furred she wolfs maw.

Her hands with claws that once upon a time would have scratched and slashed at the lesser species for even thinking to touch her in such a manner now simply stroked at them obediently, as if she were a domesticated canine and not the proud white wolfess she was. As rough as they got with her, even to the point of nearly blacking out when the leader got close to his first climax and did not permit her to breath, Linda took it in her stride. With the edges of her vision going dark, feeling the firm pulses and throbs of his maleness trapped within the confines of her maw while he fed her the strong spurts of his virile seed, Linda still did not resist.

The ivory furred she wolf gasped for breath, her head hanging low as slimy white mess dribbled from her open maw to spill down across her breasts. She was not done though, not by a long shot, there were still more eager and ready bucks to contend with. Bucks who wasted no time in scooping her up from the floor to deposit her upon her back on the soft mossy rock pile. Again her maw would be filled with turgid buck flesh as her head was pulled back and low, watching him approach upside down before he claimed her muzzle. Unseen strong hands spread her thighs, bared her sex and without warning or care, penetrated her deeply in a single thrust. Linda tried to cry out, but the sound was nothing more than a muffled groan as the buck at her head watched the outline of his member fill her slender throat.

The grip about her thighs was unrelenting, strong enough to leave unseen bruises beneath her white fur once this was all over and done with. But she would feel them there, she would know their cause, a different sort of unseen pain that helped wash away her guilt. There would be other pains soon to join as well, the buck between her thighs was far bigger than most partners of her own species, she could feel him stretching her out to the point of feeling she was about to break. The pain was bearable however, it perhaps even added a touch of spice to the lewd excitement of being bred by someone not of her own kind. They cared not for her pleasure, she was just a tool for their own, a role she was more than happy to fulfil. The faster the brute went, the greater the pain and discomfort, until her mind could not withstand it any longer and her back arched from the soft mossy surface beneath her. The she wolfs cries of pleasure failed to come into existence, for the buck between her lips was hilted deep and staring down at the outline of himself in her throat. Even her breath would not be easily come by, with her cold nose pressed to the slight crevasse between his heavy soft furred orbs below. His scent was rich and woodsy, the scent of a primal male, none of the soft gentle scents of polite society to be found there. She suspected the others smelled much the same too, they were not the calm and gentle civilized men she dealt with daily, these three were savages and exactly what she needed to feel…something real.

The sudden rush of illicit pleasure was overwhelming, at least for a few brief moments, enough for Linda to lose track of her surroundings. These were the moments she craved, the world briefly ceased to exist, there was nothing but her conscious mind and the pleasure raging around her like an ancient storm. There was no guilt or regret, only pure searing happiness being stamped on her soul. She wasn’t done yet either, though she had managed to finish, her partners had not. When the brilliant white light began to fade and her vision began to return, the ivory she wolf found herself staring down at the handsome visage of one of the three bucks, she didn’t know which. Not that it mattered, she didn’t need to know their names, only how they felt. Right now he felt very filling, his hands about her waist holding her down against him, impaling her on his rigid thickness. Her soft breasts pillowed and squashed to his firm, unyielding chest beneath her, making her feel as though she were now laid upon an immovable rock.

Her breath caught in her throat when more hands found her posterior and lifted her fluffy tail, it was not the first time she had experienced this, but her former partners were not quite as gifted as the buck were however. They were going to make her feel every inch of their reparations, exactly how she craved. The more her face screwed up into a mask of mixed pleasure and pain, the broader the buck grinned beneath her. Thankfully the stud beneath her tail did not try claim her in one rough thrust this time, though the slow and gradual insertion bordered on torture with how much time he gave her body to feel and response to each thick ebony inch working its way into her tender tail hole. His grip about her tail was absolute as he held it high, there would be no hiding her shame as she took another partner within the confines of her less traditional breeding point. There was no biological reason for her to submit to such an act, this was purely born of pleasure and perhaps pain as well, to completely submit herself to her partners and their desires.

The sensations were too much, Linda felt like gossamer silk stretched about unrelenting iron, like she was about to rip and tear at any moment. There was a strange fullness within her which made it hard to breath, like they were trying to replace the very core of her being with themselves. It hurt, but not too much, just enough to etch centuries of righteous payback in her soul. Every stroke and thrust felt cleansing, bringing her closer to feeling more free than she had in ages.