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Ah, the disclaimer. If you are not allowed to read this, turn back now. If you don't you are at the mercy of the government of the country you reside in. This story contains nonconsentual sex acts between a female bobcat and a creepy male mutant. If you don't like this description, you probably won't like the story, so go look for something else. This is my first submission, but don't cut me slack. Tell me if there are things I need to correct, or any mistakes that you noticed.

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Icicle's Horror

        On a cold, snowy day, a female bobcat lounged out in the fluffy powder. Yawning loudly, she tried to relax, wanting to enjoy an uneventful day. Since she had enough food to last her for a few days hidden away in a snow pile, there was no need to hunt and so she had nothing pressing to attend to, no friends to meet and hang out with and no true reason to go anywhere. Not that there was anywhere to go. Icicle lived in Northern Alaska where the weather easily dropped to below zero even before August ended. Winters were brutal here, yet for once there wasn't any sign of a storm moving in. Sometimes great days did happen here. Though there was one thing missing that would really spruce up her morning and the rest of her day. Company with any type of creature.

         She stood at a height of five feet and nine inches, tall, but not enough that she stood out among too many more females around her age. Not that she saw any females, or males for that matter, at all anymore. It had been over three months since she had last seen contact with any other truly intelligent fur and that was starting to annoy her completely. This lack of visitors was really beginning to not only dumbfound the wildcat, but now she could feel the roots of fear and worry very slowly closing in on her.Â

         This creeping emotion had very slightly claimed a unrelenting hold within her life. The feline was always on edge, expecting something to happen that could prove devastating to her if she wasn't prepared for it. Moving to a more populated area was the logical decision, but it was a choice that proved the most distasteful for her. Juneau was the next closest city and that was still a three week trip to get to, and that was if the weather remained in stellar condition, which it never would, especially not in the dead of winter. That trip in itself would be extremely dangerous, but to add to it was the fact that Icicle didn't have any idea what she would do once she arrived at the capital of her state. She would possibly need a job, but what kind of job could she find, what type of job would she enjoy working in. All were questions that had no real way of being answered until she knew her options.

         What she wanted more than anything was just a glimpse of life outside of her own. Although the place she lived in didn't prove too inviting for almost all the living population, visitors and travelers passed by periodically, usually once or twice a week. It was now on month number four and still no life had shown its existance to her eyes or ears. Everyday filled the bobcat's mind with more questions of why that she could hardly think about much else. The weird noises that rolled through the night always kept her on high alert and the day was really the only time she could get her sleep in. The lack of life and the increase of unexplained noises was quickly weakening the resolve that used to be so strong for staying at her own residence and avoiding the new life that would be waiting for her there at Juneau. She was more afraid of what was lurking around her location, causing the disturbances and keeping the life of others away from her. She was less afraid to fight for her life against a wild bear, because then at least there would be proof that life still existed.

         The wind blew into her fur, ruffling her up yet again. Icicle perked up her ears, straining to hear any type of sound that had traveled downwind. Nothing, again nothing, always nothing. In frustration, the bobcat let out a loud screech, determined to add some normality to the way she felt. Nothing happened, no response back from anyone or anything, not even an echo. As soon as she stopped, the world became as silent as ever. No bird chirps, not a single squirrel chatter. Was this place cursed? Almost as if on cue, another gust of chilly wind rushed through the trees, tingling over her spine, causing her to hiss angrily. Could this place get any creepier or chilly?

         The feline slowly made her way back to the woodpile she lived under, wanting to get away from wind and admittingly, to hide herself simply because it made her feel safer. This land may have been all she knew, but all her instincts were now screaming at her to leave this place. Something was not right, and it wasn't only the fact that no one had shown up in the area for months. Travel plans would be made. Those plans would be very simple though, as her only goal would be to get to Juneau as safely and quickly as possible. So she would head south. With her mind made up, Icicle curled herself up into a ball, tucking her face into her paws, closing her eyes and entering a light sleep.

         All throughout the rest of the day, she was woken up by mysterious sounds and noises, such as a twig snapping or a what sounded like an unearthly howl, but there was never any sign of danger when she looked outside. Interrupted dreams and quick naps were all the bobcat managed to pull off, her fear and wariness growing every minute she was awake. Nightfall came and with it a snowstorm that raged for hours. Curling up tighter, Icicle prepared for the worst, ready to defend herself from anything that possibly would try to attack her while she worked through the storm. Unknowingly, fatigue wore in and one moment she was intently looking for danger and then the next she was pulling herself up off the ground, the outside world once again completely silent.

         As usual after a storm of this magnitude, her home was covered in snow and usually required hours of work for her to make her way back out into the open. In total darkness, the bobcat oriented herself with gravity and began to dig an angled hole towards the surface. The only problem was that her surroundings were nothing but ice. Trying every corner and every niche, desperately looking for a break in the solid, terrorizing structure she was trapped in, Icicle's mind began to race through the possibilities of what went wrong. She should have left yesterday when the only thing keeping her there was her pride at not running away from fear. Now there was a physical prison that threatened to her that death by starvation was going to be her fate.

         With no way out, panic crept in as well as her natural claustrophobia. No animal felt the slightest bit comfortable at being trapped and considering the events of the previous day, Icicle had every belief  that something worse than starvation was going to happen to her. With fear overriding reason, the trapped wildcat began screaming, hoping beyond all hope that someone or something might hear her and help her out of this horrifying experience. After an hour of yelling her guts out, tinglings of unreasonable rage crept through her body. Every single curse imaginable slipped through her lips, aimed at the world and towards whatever could be keeping her trapped. Mother nature was not exempt from the berating and seemed not to take kindly to it. AS soon as Icicle ran out of both her worn voice and energy to do anyting except whisper, the bobcat felt heat from underneath her paws. The heat came from no other direction, so that only meant one thing.

         Wails of agony, despair and defeat rose from her dry and raw lips as the ice underneath her began to crack and melt, changing her floor to an a puddle, and then an unescapable pond of ice cold water. There wasn't a single crack in the ice to her sides or above her, so there was no way to keep herself from the plunge. The last piece of ice broke and the bobcat discovered a new world.  She hit the water like she had fallen from a ten story building. Her breath was knocked out by the intensity of the water she was now immersed in, instantly having to fight to regain any sense of control. The cold was like nothing she had ever experienced before, far too cold to still be a liquid, although the laws of science didn't look as though they had any plans of saving her from her doom and death anytime soon. Adrenaline soared through her body in an all out attempt to survive. This would be her only chance to free herself before she passed out into the oblivion and dark world of the dead. Paws and claws flew out pulling at anything that wasn't smooth, desperately trying to create jagged edges to hold onto to save herself from the hell that was draining the life from her. Nothing worked and within a half minute the spurt of energy that had been her only chance to save herself became the lethargy and exhaustion that guaranteed her death or worse.

         Sharp tinglings crept through her body and then attacked it. From her hindpaws up, joints and muscles froze in their positions as her heart began to pump all its volume through her vital organs in the center of her body, attempting to make up the lack of oxygen and energy. Within a minute, her back legs refused to move anymore, her forelegs thrashing at the water, delaying their time of weakening and freezing, but only for a short while. A minute later, Icicle could see a huge difference between the speed and ferocity her paws were flailing at now versus the deceiving appearence of a leisurely and casual swim. A half minute later and her fate was sealed. The speed at which she was moving herself no longer was greater or equal to the pressure and gravity pulling her downward and as she floated downward, she pulled in one more long gasp of air.

         Her lifeless and unmoving body continued to sink, the last of her lifeblood drawing oxygen with its seconds numbered. As the water pressure strengthened, the wildcat's lungs began to compress giving her the merciful feeling of simply passing out slowly, but never to wake again. But just as the lights faded, just before the whole world went black, suddenly she was no longer in water, but rather in a bed inside a warm room. Icicle opened her eyes, noticing very little weakness within her body. With one little flicker of arrogance, the bobcat sat up and let out a joyous yell. She was in heaven! Except that sitting up was not possible.

         Maybe her body was just too cramped to do full movement already, although she had thought that would make very little difference in a place where one's body was supposed to be in the perfect time of their youth. The next best idea would be to slowly stretch out her body, starting with the extremities and working her way in. Flexing her fingers and claws was an almost impossible task, the pain flying through her body as the blood suddenly remembered their existance was enough to make her shout. Very quickly the pain subsided and the rest of her body parts began to respond and send signals of their own. Her body rocked a little as her brain ran through its commands, checking to see if everything was still in working condition. When everything checked out, Icicle regained control of her body, the natural system ready to obey any commands she sent out.

         Once again, she tried to sit up, this time proving very successful as the bobcat got up to an upright position. As she looked forward, she let out a terrified scream and threw her body backwards, convulsing as the room began filling with an aurora of evil so strong that she felt as though she would rather hang herself twenty times rather than endure this for a second more. She would have gladly slit her own throat with her claws, but suddenly she found herself unable to move from her vulnerable position. Her body was no longer the problem, the nerves and muscles responding with great effenciency but they were no match for the chains that strapped her body down. That face filled every corner of her thoughts, seeping through her brain, threatening to overtake her entire being with one twitch. She pressed herself against the bed, doing anything she could to increase the distance between her and the hideous being closing in on her. As soon as she did though, she let loose another yell.

         What she was lying on was no bed, at least not in the sense she thought of a bed as. Nails jolted up at her all over her back, underneath her legs, and the back of her neck. Quickly, she fit the puzzle pieces of what she felt together ot form as much of the whole picture as she could. Two spikes separated her ass cheeks, leaving her anus as wide open as possible. Her arms were pulled behind her head and locked at the wrists to a collar around her neck. Her head laid on the most comfortable pillow she had ever felt in her life, but it didn't cleanse a single drop of the gallon of scenery and environment that invited her to choke herself. Then it showed up.

         The being was impossible to describe in any specific terms. To describe it would be to remember it and in no way was that what the poor bobcat wanted to do. It had one head with hundreds of eyes all over it. A dark maw that seemed to spew satism and wretched evil was never ending and the hole looked like it could travel on forever. Its belly was covered in leech shaped objects that had one large eye in the center that stared directly at her. The only other item she could see was the one that frightened her the most. A cock the size of her femur and the length of her arm jutted directly out at her. It looked as though it was ready to burst, as though the monster had been planning to coat her even before she woke up. A ghastly smile broke form its maw and in one word sent the feline into incoherent screams and filled her with fear she had never imagined was possible.

         "Sssslavvvvvee."' was all it whispered out, but that was enough to confirm every single possibility within her mind as to what would be her future.

         The creature turned around and walked to a drawer, fumbling around for only a second before pulling out a ghastly looking dildo. It was coated in a slime that reaked of insanitary and diseased and was shaped as though it was a hybrid of a wolf and a horse. THe "toy" was almost two feet long and the feline could have sworn that the knot had a girth of over five inches. The creature moved back towards her placing one globular stump over her cunt and moving the other 'hand' underneath her tail to rub some of the slime over her lower back. The stump began to rub up and down over her feline pussy, creating an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and disgust. Within seconds, the bobcat screeched and climaxed, spewing vomit all over her chest as her body was wracked with the fire of an ungodly orgasm. She slumped back, hardly able to control her disgust with herself for enjoying it.

         All her focus centered towards what the creature was going with the toy. She tensed and uselessly struggled against the chains binding her down as the tip made contact with her puckerhole. The freak of evil rubbed it up and down through her cleft, spreading slime through her fur, slime that felt like it was actually tiny wet critters crawling on her skin. Bile rose up her throat and the monster just smiled as more of the deer was thrown from her stomach, unable to stay down. The toy slowly began circling around her cheeks, starting with the outside and spiraling to the center and the hole that was desperately trying to avoid the inevitable penetration. Time stood still, her body unmoving as the cock swirled ever so slowly to its destination, now to her inner cheeks.

         "No!" Icicle screamed with the last bit of energy remaining within her...and then woke up. She was inside her woodpile, completely untouched, totally unharmed, not a drop of vomit or slime coating her fur. The sun shone bright outside, and then she heard something.

         "Are you alright? You were shaking and screaming for hours last night. It took me awhile to find you, especially through this ghastly storm that ended a blessed thirty minutes ago."

         Icicle tried to refocus her sight, her head spinning from what felt like utter exhaustion. As her sight came back, the bobcat saw what she hadn't thought possible just outside her shelter, staring in at her. The concerned face of a coyote stared intently at her as though he was expecting her to start screaming again. The bobcat noticed she was shivering uncontrollably and that she couldn't find a way to speak, as though she was too screwed up at the moment to process much of anything.

         The coyote's concern increased and then filled with uncertainty. After minutes of fighting within his mind, a decision was made. Reaching his paws in, he softly wrapped his paws around the bobcat's paws and slightly began a slow pull, weak enough that it wouldn't move her at all, but just enough to make his intent known. As if he had ripped her toward him, the feline sprung up and pounced into him at full force wrapping her quickly freed paws around his chest as he fell over backwards. Instantly fearing for his life and regretting his decision fully, the coyote brought his paws up, ready to do anything he could to defend himself from the female's teeth and claws, but no attack was made. In fact, the tawny girl was simply hugging him as though he was trying to run away. His heart was pounding very rapidly, but he did everything he could to settle himself down. At least he had found another living creature and they could get through what had become living hell together.

         Icicle sobbed her heart out, the images and feelings of her dream pouring through her head and then out her eyes. The tears fell nonstop for hours, the only comfort she had was from the small security of having someone to hold onto to. After the first few minutes, the canine hugged her back and held her tightly. Soon Icicle felt moisture fall on her tucked head, but it wasn't snow, it was most definitely a liquid. Then she noticed that the male she was hugging was shaking, obviously crying himself. Lifting her head, she made eye contact with the only companion she had been around or even saw for three months. Taking one deep breath, she momentarily composed herself, managing to breathe out one question.

         "What's happened to the world we've known?"

         The coyote looked at her intently and then let out a small whimper and a sob. Speaking was almost impossible for him at this point, but he did everything to settle down enough to explain to his new friend what the past quarter of a year had looked like.

         "I spent my whole life living in Anchorage, but I recently traveled out to visit Juneau."