Cat's Disgrace

Story by Wolfmom on SoFurry

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I know that some of my structure is a little awkward in the poem, and probably also in the posting of it. Please bear with me as this is my first. I am VERY eager to hear what anyone thinks of it. Criticism is welcome so long as it's constructive and intelligent. Material in here that sensitive furs should be aware of: humiliation, stretching, strong rape themes, and some backdoor action (Greek style *wink*) Also a few kids get involved in the end, but they're not being abused or anything. That's about it, please comment the hell outta me!! Thanks!

The proper furs gather into the square

eager to witness the spectacle there

Cat witch, black furred, the Devil's toy

having sullied herself with a village boy

a youth, dull witted but fair.

The righteous, led by her Lion mate

lead the wicked to their final date.

The witch and her boy, shamed and bound

paraded with ceremony through the town

A matching set of stocks their fate.

To avenge the hurt, his ravaged pride,

the Lion drags his Jaguar bride

to her wooden prison, to lock her in place

a grim expression on his golden face

his heart so hard since his trust has died.

She looks up at him from that frightful place

A tear slowly traveling down her face

But he turns and walks away

leaving her and the boy for the mob to play

Both locked in, bent over, on display, in disgrace.

Though the boy protests, proud Cat makes no sound

But her emerald eyes are large and round.

They plead with the mob, her fear and shame

making her shiver, lamenting her game

as her hindpaws are lashed to the ground.

The sun has just risen, and shadows are flung

from the forms of the males, the females and young

The townsfolk that crowd to administer justice

and teach what the penalty for unbridled lust is

hurling refuse and taunting with wicked sharp tongues.

As the hours wear on, the mob tires of their play

and gradually leaves to make use of their day.

The pair is left to contemplate the worst,

the ravages of hot sun, hunger and thirst

until twilight turns the sunlit square grey.

As night descends, voices are heard

the menfolk from their homes are lured

torches burning, fires alight

render the darkened city square bright

cold splashed water waking lovers filth-furred.

Brazen with righteousness and drink

the male furs gather and say what they think

"Filthy whore!" "Adulteress!"

They tear from her body her filthy dress

Exposing her shivering female parts pink.

She cries out and gasps in fear

as they harass her Cheetah lover dear

They cut off his pants, beating him, mocking

their eyes only momentarily locking

Through the crowd as they dance and leer.

And then to the Jaguaress' fright and surprise

she finds the bleak stare of her Lion mate's eyes

As drunk as his mates, with simmering rage

and her heart starts to pound within her ribcage

Remembering beatings, betrayals and lies.

For the moment he seems content just to watch

as the villagers circle, eyeing her crotch

One large brute approaches, "Now puss, you're so loose

Won't you spare the little one further abuse?"

As he loosens his britches a notch.

Though the cock that emerges fills her with fright

she nods as the Horse grins in filthy delight

and opens her mouth in wordless compliance

not daring to venture any further defiance

as the mob roars and crows at the sight.

Horse cock fills her throat, and laughter her ears

She can no longer see her mate through her tears

As she struggles to take it, not to vomit or bite

The Lion shoves through the crowd as though ready to fight

but instead stops behind her as the thrusting Horse sneers.

In his hand is a bullwhip, his face is so cruel.

He raises it, his wrath and drunkeness fuel

for the righteous punishment he's about to deliver

as he watches his adulteress wife's hind end shiver

he lashes her, for making him look like a fool.

Her cries muffled by Horse cock that's filling her throat

She's oblivious to the crowd as they gloat

Laughing and cheering and waiting their turn

as she cries all anew at the lashes' sharp burn

her consciousness barely afloat.

The Horse's hips punish her face one final time.

He pulses into her throat payment for her crime.

Withdrawing, he wipes his meat on her cheek

As she sobs and swallows, pain making her weak

She hears the midnight bell in the church tower chime.

Her mate at last cools of his pain dealing lust

He leaves after spitting on her in disgust

She recovers and lifts her head only to see

how horrible lies and betrayal can be

And how foolish she was to trust.

Her lover, the Cheetah, face beaten and bruised

The Horse standing nearby and looking amused

While a laughing Hyena rapes her love from behind

and the Cat feels as though she is losing her mind

Pain and arousal twisting, confused.

Her massive mate's absence makes the mob bold

and two furs kneel behind her to feel of her folds

rude fingers exploring her most secret places

in front of the scores of grinning male faces

and between grasping fingers her nipples are rolled.

Humiliated by desire and despair

she moans very softly and gasps for air

One young Wolf behind her holds a moistened paw high

"Look mates! She loves this! The pussy can't lie!"

Then the other Dog comes up and grasps at her hair.

He pulls her head back, and shoves his cock in

tongue lolling in a vicious canine grin

This time, she enjoys it, and suckles him madly

as he fucks her face, and the Wolf joins in gladly

mounting behind, claws raking her skin.

The Wolf grumbles her portal is not tight enough

and lifts her tail high, her anus to stuff

probing, invading, rod burning into her

as he rapidly, happily proceeds to do her

both canines impaling her, fucking her rough.

Untold paws grope her body, her thighs

as the Dog withdraws to aim for her eyes

Still grasping her hair, he strokes his own shaft

as he stares so intently and barks a soft laugh

then beckons a friend to join in as she cries.

Now two Dogs face her, rapidly stroking

Two thumbs hold her eyelids, furs laughing and joking

Facing twin cocks that threaten to blind her

as the Wolf continues to pummel behind her

Her nether-cunt hot, nearly smoking.

The Dogs jostle and pick up the pace

Until one, then the other fires into her face

Blinding her eyes, and then moving south

drenching and dripping and filling her mouth

then rubbing spent cocks to complete her disgrace.

Meanwhile the Wolf has her tail in his jaws

as he fucks her while gripping her ass in his paws.

The Dogs move away, she looks to her boy

and sees that another is raping her toy

but now he's erect, and flexing his claws.

As the Wolf pumps his juice deep inside of her rear

she watches, quite shocked, her lover dear

"What madness is on us, that pain becomes pleasure?"

she thinks as she watches him growing by measure

His shock and arousal quite clear.

Before she can spend any more time in wonder

the crowd makes way for hoofsteps like thunder

She stares in fear at a cock like an arm

Despite Bull's expression of masculine charm

a beast fit to split her asunder.

He snorts at the Wolf, who shrinks back in fright

And eyes Cat's pink flower, reflecting firelight.

He grips with his hands, her vulva widespread

and lowers his massive, sharp horned head.

To lick her sweet petals, teasing her right.

The townsfolk make bets, "Will she be killed?"

And they all speculate for the moment she's filled

The Bull at long last tastes his fill of her honey

and rises to plunge his huge cock in her cunny

For a moment the mob is stilled.

In that moment his phallus is poised at her gate

and her hot portal pulses, awaiting its fate

And then they all breathe, he descends as he must

and her belly distends with the might of his thrusts

Flesh shifting around his cock's massive weight.

Her opening stretched to a pink ring, so round

as she watches her Cheetah spill seed on the ground

The Bull shifts her muscles and pelvic bones

as her and her lover both voice loud groans

their torment becoming profound.

Bull pummels her g-spot and batters her womb

her vagina stretching to give him the room

to stuff his entire slab of male beef

into her womanly pulsating sheath

Her arousal filling the air like perfume.

Her wrists and neck chafe, still imprisoned in wood

as he expands her cavern, fucking her good

Unwilling, her climax soon overtakes her

She doesn't want to, but the sensation makes her

Feel things she has never before understood.

As her pulsations of pleasure start to rise

her tail all twitching, and there's no disguise

The village males witness, and renew their taunting

of the wanton and sinful behavior she's flaunting

And her female fluids spray forth and drench the Bull's thighs.

The massive Bull grins as his bloated meat swells

and his breeding-balls smack her, swinging like bells

Her generous breasts flung back and forth

as he slams her sweet cunny for all that he's worth

her heat milks the cum from within his twin wells.

With a mighty bellow, a mountainous heave

he impales into her, too far to believe

Massive balls pulsing and filling her belly

with thick heavy cream, and her legs turn to jelly

as he slowly withdraws his beast from her sleeve.

Thick waters run from within her, once he's withdrawn

and the villagers continue sick games until dawn

raping and poking and pissing and fucking

blends the rest of the night into taking and sucking

Till the sun comes up and the menfolk are gone.

The village wakes, busy townsfolk and carts

fill the streets, round the pair with their swollen, damp parts

Some children, all boys, perhaps five or six

Linger to poke at the pussy with sticks

As the female folk snicker with judgemental hearts.

One kindhearted child brings the couple some food

as his obnoxious friends grow bolder and rude

Eager to see what could fit inside there,

one thrusts in his paw to the elbow when dared

and the little group laughs at the cunt, wet and lewd.

The unconscious Cheetah slumped in his place

not moving when one aimed and pissed in his face

his body twisted, battered and broken

his ears now quite deaf to taunts that are spoken

having suffered abundantly in his disgrace.

The village boys' games, they have no need to hide

One mother gossips to some friends at her side

"For such shameful conduct, it's what they deserve.

It's good they are punished for having such nerve.

If you marry a Lion, beware of his pride!"