No Trespassing
No Trespassing
3/26/07
(c) Searska GreyRaven
Toru peered down from his stone perch at his prey and ran his tongue across his fangs. Near the edge of the meadow, a rabbit grazed, looking up warily from time to time. The dry grass waved stiffly in the breeze. The werepuma's mouth began to water at the thought of a meal, but he quickly swallowed it back. The summer drought had dragged on into early fall, driving most of the game from the mountain. Toru ran his paw across his belly and could feel his ribs. He growled softly to himself and crouched. This time, he would strike true. The moment the rabbit turned away, Toru slunk down and into the desiccated meadow. He paused a few steps from his prey. The rabbit, intent on its feeding, meandered closer to the hidden puma. His tawny fur camouflaged him perfectly, and he made a silent prayer that the wind not change direction.
Suddenly, the rabbit froze. Toru tensed, waiting. For a long moment, the rabbit stood as still as a stone. The wind rustled through the parched leaves of the surrounding forest like a death rattle. A raven croaked from a nearby tree, and the rabbit startled. With a snarl, Toru tore after it. The rabbit zigzagged, bolting out of the meadow and into the bushes, and Toru ran close behind. Trees three times the width of his out-stretched arms whizzed by in a green and brown blur. The rabbit dodged around them effortlessly. Thorns slashed at the rabbit and its pursuer, but the rabbit's agility protected it from harm and Toru's thick pelt turned aside all but the longest of barbs. Toru matched the lapine, step for step, until-
Thwack! Toru stumbled, the rabbit forgotten. What the hell hit him? Toru looked up and realized he had run right into a tall stone wall covered in a thick layer of ivy. The leaves, their edges just touched by fall gold, had completely hidden most of the wall from view. Toru had taken it for a thick bramble. He hadn't seen a wall since before he went feral. Nestled in the vines, he could see a faded sign that said "No Trespassing" in cracked, red letters. He shook his head and looked around. The rabbit was gone. Toru's stomach growled, and he snarled back.
"I'm doing the best I can." He grumbled. He had chased the rabbit out of his territory, and would have to backtrack. Toru was about to turn away, but the stone wall seemed to beckon him. Walls were usually to keep his kind out, but Toru had never found a barrier he couldn't breach. Besides, he thought, those vines look too healthy. Maybe there's food inside. I can be in and out before I'm noticed. Toru sized up the wall and took a few steps back. In a single graceful leap, he was on top of the wall, looking down. Across a small, brown lawn was a large, stone building covered in moss. He sat on top of the wall, watching to see if anyone came in or out of the house, but it appeared abandoned. Toru licked his paws and idly cleaned the dust from his whiskers. He glanced at his fur and sighed. Running after that rabbit had left his fur streaked with dust. Toru picked off a few burs and raked his tongue along his soft fur, meticulously grooming out all the grim he had picked up. He finished cleaning his tail and smiled. Toru had saved the best for last. He lapped along his belly, working lower and lower, until his tongue tickled the edge of his sheath. The pink tip of his feline cock began to poke out, and Toru murred. The rasps on his tongue coupled with his thrumming made him shiver with pleasure, and Toru pulled back his sheath a little more until his entire cock was exposed. He rubbed the rough pads of his paw over the barbs and purred.
Toru's nose twitched, and he blinked in surprise. He sniffed the air to make sure he had smelled correctly. A female werepuma, and she was in heat! Toru's cock stiffened further with the thought. He uncurled from the wall and dropped to the ground. The ebony tip of his long tail twitched with anticipation. Toru followed the scent to the front door and paused. Like any feline, he was wary of closed in spaces, and being wilder than most furs, he couldn't bear the feeling of being confined for too long. But the scent of a puma in heat clouded his mind, and he took a step inside.
The stone building must have been abandoned for a long time. What was once a lush carpet had become a dappled bed of moss. Broken furniture of all kinds was strewn about, most of it covered in a layer of filmy black slime. Toru barely noticed. He padded through the ruined luxury and sniffed, his whiskers fanning out like radar. There! She must have gone down the stairway into the basement. Toru stalked across the floor, his delicate footsteps barely making more than a whisper against the soft moss.
Toru paused by the stairs, which disappeared into the darkness below. Toru, being part puma, had excellent night vision, but something sent a shiver of unease down his spine. He shook his head, wondering what would drive a female puma into a place like this. Shouldn't she be outside, looking for a male to satisfy her? Toru took a step back, hissing in confusion. Something wasn't right. The stairs were covered in the same black film as the furniture, and he couldn't see any tracks leading in or out of the basement.
The scent of the female puma tickled Toru's nose again. He shook his head and padded towards the stairway. He'd ask her when he found her. Well, maybe not exactly after he found her...
The stairs were cold and slick underfoot, and Toru curled his lip in disgust. The fur along his spine stood on end, and he almost turned back. But the female had gotten down there somehow, and he could do no less. Toru took a tentative step, and then another. He grimaced, trying to ignore the feeling of slime between his toes and concentrated on the horny female below. Slime clung to his footpads like tar, making it ever more difficult for the werepuma to move. He swallowed back his revulsion, and continued to climb down, carefully keeping one paw on the railing.
At the last step, Toru paused. The basement floor was completely covered in slime. The intoxicating scent of a female puma mixed with something that smelled like decaying roses. Enthralled by the smell, Toru took a step and sank knee-deep into the slime.
He snarled in surprise and tried to pull himself free, but he was stuck fast. He lost his grip on the stair rail and slid down into the slime pool. Toru thrashed, trying to keep his nose out of the liquid, and managed to roll over on all fours. Gooey slime coated his body, matting his fur against his skin. He tore one arm free of the slime, and trails of the stuff oozed down his paw like molasses.
Something rippled the surface of the slime near him. Toru startled and tried to jump back, but instead fell on his butt and covered himself further with black slime. He felt something brush against his leg, and Toru hissed and kicked at it. Whatever it was retreated and left Toru alone. The smell of decaying roses became suddenly stronger.
Toru's whiskers twitched and he twisted around. Something was behind him! He struggled against the slime's hold to get a better look. It was a black female werepuma, braced on all fours and looking suggestively over her shoulder. She lashed her tail at him and opened her mouth to yowl, but no sound came out. Toru tried to inhale more of her scent, but the reek of dead roses overpowered everything. Toru, forgetting about the encasing slime, tried to make his way towards the strange puma. He kicked and clawed against the clinging ooze until he managed to get next to her. The slime was deeper here, up to his hips, but he hardly noticed. He gave the female a throaty greeting and made a grab for her. The female darted away, as if she danced across the surface of the mire, and Toru landed on his face in the slime. He jumped back up, gasping, before trying again.
The second time, he was able to snatch the female's leg. She allowed herself to be pulled backward and into Toru's feral embrace, and he felt his cock slip free of his sheath. He mounted the female, thrusting his cat-hood as deep into her as he could. But almost immediately, he felt something was wrong. She didn't feel like a female, she felt like the slime... He felt something latch around his barbs and begin to suck. Alarmed, Toru tried to pull out, but found he couldn't. The female puma melted away before his eyes, and Toru realized with horror that his body was buried in a sticky mound of black slime which was quickly wrapping itself around his lower body.
Toru hissed and lashed out, trying to claw the thing off his body, but a pair of tentacles shot out of the muck and wrapped themselves around his forepaws. The tentacles pulled taut and began to drag Toru into the slime. Toru roared and bit down on one of the tentacles, trying to tear free. Another tentacle grabbed him by the throat and yanked him away. It jammed its tip into his mouth and melted. Toru snapped his jaws around it, but it was as if the tentacle was made of taffy, rendering his sharp fangs useless. He was pulled down on all fours, his head barely above the surface. The mound of slime that had wrapped itself around Toru's middle shifted and began to probe at his tail hole. Toru bucked and snarled around the tentacle gag and tried to break free. The tentacles tightened their grip, and something sticky and sweet was shot into his mouth. Toru gagged and tried to spit it out, but the tentacle had made a perfect seal around his lips and he was forced to swallow it.
The tentacles ceased all movement, and for a brief moment Toru thought they would let him go. Then, whatever the tentacle fed him kicked in. Toru had never felt such lust in his life. His body ached to be touched, to be inside something and have something inside him. He cried out and reached for his swelling erection, but the tentacles prevented him from touching himself. His tail was grabbed and pulled away. It was sucked under the surface of the slime and pressed tight against his muscular back. Even though his mind was nearly consumed with lust, he felt a stab of humiliation at being forced to assume the position of a female puma in heat. Toru yowled, a pair of crystalline tears tracing a path along the dark patches on his muzzle, but with the tentacle still firmly lodged in his jaws it came out as little more than a whimper.
Without warning, the ooze around his cock tightened and began to pulse. Toru nearly screamed in pleasure. He writhed, trying to increase the friction, but the slime refused to speed up. It milked him while another tendril began to prod at his tail hole. Toru gasped as the slimy tentacle pushed its way inside him. It pulled nearly out, and thrust back in hard and deep. It matched the pace of the sucking ooze around Toru's sex, driving him mad with lust. Without warning, the tentacle inside him thrust deeper and began to swell. A torrent of liquid poured into Toru. It kept filling him until Toru thought he would explode. The slime contracted around his body, sucking harder and harder until Toru was pushed over the edge. He screamed against the tentacle gag, his whole body rocking with the force of his orgasm. As the last ripples of his pleasure faded, Toru collapsed, his head slipping into the slime pool. He didn't even have the strength to fight for air. Slowly, he felt his body lifted by the tentacles and pulled out of the goo. He was set down on the steps, and the tentacle in his backside slowly withdrew, leaving behind a trail of sticky goop. As Toru watched the tentacle, he felt a moment of confusion. It felt so much larger inside him. Toru mewed with relief to have the tentacle out and soon forgot about it. He felt stretched and weak, but he was alive. He began to claw his way back up the steps before the tentacles could change their mind and take him again. Toru crawled as far away from the stairway as he could and staggered back to the stone wall. He passed out, curled against the stones.
*
Toru woke with a start. His head ached and his body felt abused, but he was alive. Wondering if it had all been a dream, he stretched and hissed in pain. The goo had hardened like amber overnight. It pulled at his fur and cracked when he moved. Bits of leaves, dirt, and grass were embedded in the solidified slime. But something was different about the hardened slime around his middle. It looked like a black octopus had wrapped itself around his loins. Toru tried to slip a claw under the edge, but it was hardened around his fur. Unless he wanted to tear out his own pelt, he would have to find another way. And soon. The sticky slime in his tail hole had hardened into a plug, and Toru felt like he hadn't emptied his bowels in a week.
With a sigh and a growl, Toru got up and began to climb the wall. The hardened slime hindered his movements, but he was able to claw his way over the top using the thick ivy as a ladder. His tongue felt dry and stuck to the roof of his mouth. He landed in a heap and began hunting for a stream. Toru hadn't taken more than a dozen steps before he felt something pulse within him. He doubled over in confusion as something began to wiggle inside his body. Panicked, Toru tore at the hardened slime, but it didn't budge. He began to run, stopping ever few feet as another tremor racked his body. Without warning, the thing inside began to swell. It felt like the tentacle was still thrusting in and out of him! A wave of pleasure washed over him, forcing Toru to his knees. He clawed at his body, aching for release, but the slime seemed impervious to his claws. His erection pressed painfully against the binding slime, but no matter how he struggled, his cat-hood was trapped inside its sheath. He screamed in frustration, his throat as dry as the meadow. Water, he thought desperately, I need to get to water.
The nearest water was a fast-moving river. It would be dangerous to wade too far in, but Toru didn't care. He needed water and to get this thing off. He made it to the water's edge and slurped up the water greedily. The feeling of the tentacle faded, and Toru was able to think again. He scrubbed at the hardened slime. Nothing. He clawed at it between sips of water, but like before his claws simply glanced off. Another wave of pleasure lanced through his loins, and Toru yowled. He waded further into the river and scraped his aching body against a large boulder. And while the movements managed to loosen the clumps of hardened slime on the rest of his body, the large bulge around his sex refused to even chip. Something writhed against his prostate, and a single thought managed to break through the haze of lust and frustration. The slime must have left a piece of itself inside him. He ground his body against the stone, desperately trying to dislodge the casing, but it only made his discomfort worse. Finally, Toru lost his grip on the stone and the current pulled him further downstream.
It gentle at first, but soon the river's pace began to quicken. Dimly, Toru remembered that the river eventually turned into a waterfall. But he was too distracted to care. He simply let the current carry him away, breaking the hard thing around his body against every stone he passed. The jarring vibrations sent a shiver down his spine, keeping him awake in the frigid water.
Finally, just as he could see the waterfall on the horizon, a surge of lust, stronger than before, ripped through his body. Toru's back bowed, and before he could do a thing about it, he was swept over the edge. The water hammered against the hardened slime and he felt the casing begin to give just as he hit the surface. Toru thrashed, and his claws latched onto stone. With a mighty heave, he pulled his throbbing body out of the water and into a hidden cavern behind the falls. Toru took deep, gasping breaths and was just beginning to recover from his ordeal when the thing inside him began the thrash. Toru screamed in ecstasy that bordered on pain, his paws tearing at his confined cock. The water had finally worked its magic, turning the hard casing into a rubbery shell, and Toru ripped the slime casing off. The relief he felt at being able to touch his cat-hood was orgasmic. He writhed, tearing the last bits of coagulated slime from his tail hole as he came, spraying his seed across the cave's floor. A cascade of slime poured out of him, and out wriggled a slimy, black octopus. It flowed away and into the darkness before Toru could recover the strength to grab it. For a long time, Toru lay prone on the cave floor in a pool of slime and his own seed, gasping for air. On shaking legs, he stumbled out of the cave and picked his way across the slick stones. The river and waterfall had washed his fur mostly clean. Toru peeled away the last bits of slick slime and settled down on the riverbank.
As he lay in the sun, drying his fur, Toru thought about his ordeal. In retrospect, it really wasn't that bad. Now that he knew what to expect, he was willing to try it again. He made his way back to the stone building and peered down the stairway. The slime pool was gone. All that remained was a tar-like film that was quickly drying away. Toru left the house and took down the "No Trespassing" sign. He hung it just inside the cave behind the waterfall. You never know, he thought to himself with a grin.