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WARNING: This story contains rape, gang-rape and all variety of non-consensual activities. There is no happy ending.

Kylie didn't normally go to parties. Loud places made her feel anxious and this one was no exception. Standing close to the front door, she shuffled anxiously in place, scooting out of the way as a pair of whooping wolves rushed past, chasing after a laughing retriever with a squirt gun. The wolves' fur was soaked flat in places and they left wet paw prints on the hardwood. From the smell Kylie thought the retriever had just sprayed them with tequila.

Everyone seemed to be having a fine time, but the music was loud and there were enough people crowded into the house that Kylie felt distinctly claustrophobic. It didn't help that she was quite a bit smaller than almost everyone else. It wasn't her fault, otters hardly ever grew up to be tall, but she was even smaller than usual, just barely over four and a half feet. Her coffee brown fur blended in perfectly with the wood paneling on the walls. Kylie thought about chameleons for a moment, then sighed and jammed her paws into her skirt pockets.

Kylie had come to the party with Val, a white furred Siamese cat who Kylie was beginning to suspect had abandoned her. It wasn't that Val was uncaring, but she sometimes forgot that people existed if there was something more interesting to be involved in. Kylie suspected that Val had found one of those things, because now there was no sign of her friend at all.

And, to be fair, there were a lot of interesting things going on.

Kylie had been under the impression that the party was a high-school thing when she'd agreed to go, but the house was in a strange, quite affluent part of town and most of the people present were a few years older than her, college students and their friends.

Kylie herself had turned eighteen only a few days before, so recently that there was still birthday cake left in her fridge at home. She was kinda thinking about it, wondering if she ought to just go home and try to salvage the evening, but even as those thoughts came she squashed them determinedly down.

If she just slunk away then it would be a long, boring walk back to her home, all the way on the other side of town. That, and Val would bug her about it.

A rumble of wheels interrupted her thoughts and Kylie looked up to see a pudgy raccoon in an oversized mesh jersey pulling a wheeled cooler through the front door. He was greeted with a loud cheer from the people within sight of him. The raccoon nodded sagely, like a Roman general being honored with a triumph, and dug into the ice with both paws, bringing out a pair of green glass bottles. He passed one to Kylie, who took it before she could even consider otherwise, the raccoon passing the other bottle to someone else. Then he was off, wheeling his cooler through the front parlor, passing out beer as he went.

Kylie turned the bottle over in her paws, felt slightly bad for not saying thanks to the raccoon, then figured that she might as well drink it. If she was going to be standing in a corner then drinking a beer was slightly less low on the hierarchy of time killers than standing still or, God forbid, hiding behind her phone.

She wanted to look normal, after all, like someone who went to parties all the time.

She could pull that off...she hoped.

Kylie thought for a moment about going in search of a bottle opener, but the thought of navigating the crowded kitchen or any of the wilder bits of the party was alarming enough that she found a corner of the end table that stood next to the door and used it to lever the bottle cap off with a hiss of escaping gas. It was only as the cap clinked to the floor that she saw the serrated divots that had been ground into the wood, stripping the varnish.

Whoops.

Wincing, Kylie zipped away from the front door, then felt bad for doing that. Well...it wasn't like she knew who to apologize to anyway.

The front room of the house was spacious and large, a television playing something football related, the volume muted. Kylie wandered past it and found a spot by the edge of a little leather bound couch on which a lioness in a blue jacket was hunched over her phone, busily texting somebody, a sour look on her face. After a moment she stood up and marched out the front door, looking miffed.

Kylie sat down in the spot she'd vacated and took a sip of beer. Though she hadn't ever tried the specific brand before it didn't taste unlike all of the other beer she'd ever had in her life, sour and bubbly and distinctly unappealing. She wondered why anyone ever drank, then took another sip.

She was alone on the couch, in a little pocket of the house that seemed caught in a social doldrum. That was fine with Kylie, even the music seemed quieter where she was, muted by the wall the couch was up against. She could see the television from an angle, people in football pads ramming into one another.

Looking across the room, Kylie thought for a moment that there was another person staring in through the front windows but realized after a moment that she was looking at her own reflection in the window glass. She looked small and out of place, beer bottle clutched in both paws, her pink skirt and the clip on bow in her hair almost absurdly juvenile compared to how the other partygoers were dressed.

She almost looked like a doll somebody had left behind.

Kylie looked away and sipped at her beer again, sticking out her tongue in muted disgust when she thought nobody was looking.

"Hey," came a voice from her immediate right, "I don't think I've seen you before."

Kylie jumped in place, nearly spilling beer on her blouse, and looked to her right.

A black furred leopard stood there, paws tucked comfortably into the pockets of a blue and white letter jacket. Though Kylie didn't pay much attention to sports at the best of times, she recognized the color scheme of the local college football team instantly.

"Um." She managed, caught off guard. The leopard was almost intimidatingly tall and fit, shoulders broad and build sleek and strong. Kylie tried again to speak but only managed to stammer, her social graces failing.

"You aren't a new transfer, are you?" The leopard asked, still smooth and gently insistent.

Kylie thought about lying for a moment. If he found out she was a high school interloper then he probably wouldn't be all that impressed with her, but...wait, why was she even worried about impressing him?

But she already knew. He was strong and good looking and had actually come up to chat with her. It felt good to have someone pay attention.

Still, she couldn't lie.

"...Actually, I'm from Jefferson." She named her school with what she hoped was a casual tone, trying to hide the way her heart skipped in her chest as she said it.

The leopard nodded, untroubled.

"Welcome to my party," he said, "I'm Jack, and you are...?"

"Kylie." Kylie said, relieved.

Wait.

Had he said this was his party? As in, he was the host?

Immediately her thoughts turned to the chunk she'd taken out of the edge of his end table trying to get the cap off of her beer. At the same time, he hardly seemed troubled by the crushed beer cans on the floor, or the guy who'd been spraying tequila around, or...

Yeah. This probably wasn't a big deal.

Suddenly the leopard was sitting down next to her, ever so casual. Kylie blinked, surprised, then supposed that it was the leopard's house, he could do whatever he wanted. Still, it was nice that he was doing it right next to her.

She felt a warm, tickly thrill run through the center of herself. For the first time she forgot all about the loud music and the strange, erratic people. The leopard's eyes were on her, like she was the only thing worth looking at.

"So, uh," she managed, the glass of her beer bottle printing a dark, damp spot on the front of her skirt, "this is your house?"

Oof. Dumb question.

The leopard nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "it's mine for when I'm in school or doing stuff for the team. My parents spend most of their time in Aspen, you know?"

Kylie nodded, even though she really didn't. Being wealthy enough to own multiple houses, let alone a casually mentioned place in Aspen was...

Jeez.

"I've never been to Aspen." Kylie said.

"It's nice," the leopard said, "but I like it around here more. The people are realer."

Kylie nodded.

"Right." She agreed, and felt a bit more at ease.

A moment later somebody was reaching over the leopard's head, mussing his fur. It was a lynx, Kylie saw, wearing a similar lettered jacket, a great big grin plastered across his face. And with him were a few others, greeting the leopard with fond familiarity. This had to be a pretty decent chunk of the football team, Kylie supposed.

"There's a keg out back, did you see it?" The lynx asked.

"I bought it." The leopard said, which inspired a little wave of cheers from his teammates.

"You gotta help break it in." Said someone else, a brown furred elk who had to be nearly seven feet tall, towering over his fellows.

The leopard shook his head.

"Maybe the next one." He said.

"Next one?" The lynx asked, eyebrows shooting up.

"Oh, I get it," the elk laughed, gaze shifting to Kylie, "who's this one?"

"Guys," the leopard said, tone surprisingly formal, "meet Kylie. She's from Jefferson."

"I graduate next month." Kylie piped up, already sensing where the conversation was about to turn. She was rather petite in her build.

"It's nice to meet you." A tiger said, leaning around the elk to extend a paw. There was something strange in his tone but Kylie still shook his paw, the tiger's grip very firm, right on the verge of being painful.

"Alright, you've said hi," the leopard said, and made a little shooing gesture, though it was clear he wasn't annoyed or really making any serious effort to chase his friends off, "now go fuck that keg up, I'll see you in a bit."

The leopard's friends made a staggered retreat, offering exaggerated waves and...was that a wink from the elk?

"They're nice," the leopard said, settling back as the last of his teammates vanished from view, "...that's like half the offensive line right there."

"What position do you play?" Kylie asked.

"Running back." The leopard said proudly.

Though Kylie wasn't entirely sure what a running back did, she still nodded and smiled, duly impressed. It was probably important, she knew that much. She sipped at her beer again and was unable to keep herself from wincing.

"I was gonna go get a drink," the leopard said, taking notice of her distaste, "do you want me to get you something better?"

"Better?" Kylie asked.

"That'll go down easier, like a lemonade or something."

Kylie nodded gratefully and the leopard rose, assuring her he'd be back in just a moment. She set her half empty bottle aside with a slight feeling of relief, the fun, tickly sensation inside of her still going. Suddenly she understood completely why Val liked parties so much.

Scooting to the end of the couch, she looked around the edge of the wall and into the center of the house. There was the kitchen, crowded with people. A makeshift bar had been set up on the center island and bottles of liquor and beer crowded every surface.

Kylie could see the leopard fetching something...then he was pausing, chatting with the elk. They both laughed, the elk patted the leopard on the shoulder, and then he was coming back, still smiling about something.

Kylie began to shift back to her original position as the leopard returned, a glass in each paw, but he simply stepped around her and sat down, passing her a drink.

It wasn't lemonade, instead it smelled like orange juice and...

"Vodka," the leopard said, "I didn't put too much in."

That was good. A part of Kylie suspected that at least some of the giddiness se felt wasn't just due to her own happiness. She had drunk half a beer after all, which was definitely more than that when compared to her body size.

"Thank you." She said, and sipped. It was sweet, the vodka curling in underneath it, a warm, smooth burn flowing down her throat. It made her shiver, but not exactly in a bad way.

The leopard offered his glass out and Kylie toasted, their glasses clinking together. She took another swallow and shivered once again, enjoying the sensation.

"This is a screwdriver, right?" Kylie asked, no longer caring if that made her look inexperienced.

The leopard nodded and then his arm was around her shoulders, the motion casual and smooth. Kylie could feel the strength coiled in his muscles, ready to be expended at any minute. She let herself be drawn against his side, enjoying how solid and warm he felt.

In her chest she could feel her heart beginning to race and she took one last small sip from her drink before setting it aside, mouth suddenly dry. In an instant she felt dizzy and overly warm, her face flushing behind her fur, a great tide of nervousness rising within her.

The leopard was looking at her, dark eyes intent, his fingers stroking along her shoulder, right at the edge of one short sleeve.

"You're really cute." He said.

"Thanks." Kylie stammered, unsure what else to say. It was strangely hard to put words together, and as she shifted in place Kylie noticed that even that small movement inspired a tiny swell of dizziness.

She blinked hard. Perhaps she'd overestimated her alcohol tolerance. Had the leopard added too much vodka to her drink on accident? She supposed he might have, he was larger than her, perhaps he'd misjudged just how small and light she was compared to him.

She opened her mouth to say something, then the leopard was kissing her. He tasted like vodka and just a hint of orange juice, a warm, throaty purr passing from his lips to hers. Kylie stiffened, caught by surprise, and felt the leopard's paw slip from her shoulder and go lower, tracing along her side before slipping below the band of her skirt and between her legs.

It happened too quickly for Kylie to even react to for a moment. In an instant she was on her back, the leopard over her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, rough and vaguely sandpapery, though not painfully so. Then his fingers pressed over her silky pink panties and Kylie blinked hard, snapped out of the moment.

"Wait." She mumbled, turning her head, breaking the kiss, a sudden cold jolt of unease rolling through her. This was going way too fast, and they were out in public, well within view of everyone.

The leopard's paw froze in place and he stared down at her, confused.

"What?" He asked.

Kylie shifted her legs together and turned them to the side, the leopard reluctantly taking his paw away, resting it atop one of her knees. He was breathing harder, Kylie realized. She had to search for her words, the weird dizziness was only growing more intense, like a great big wave of disorientation had risen from the bottom of her stomach and was now crashing over her mind.

"I...I'm..." She shook her head and swallowed hard, still tasting the leopard on her lips.

He sat back and straightened his jacket, looking at her with some muted concern.

"Oh, you don't look so good," he said, "do you want to go lie down?"

Kylie nodded meekly, feeling slightly ashamed of herself for not being clearer. Still, the leopard had stopped and was now helping her. That was good. She sat up and allowed the leopard to help her up. Her legs felt strangely rubbery beneath her, and when the leopard scooped her into his arms after she took a few wobbly steps, she didn't protest.

The leopard slipped around the edges of the party, much to Kylie's relief, and ducked down a short hallway, to a room with a wooden door. He bumped it open with one hip, checking to make sure it was empty before settling Kylie on the bed. It was a smaller room, a guest bedroom perhaps, a bed, a nightstand and not much else besides another doorway that Kylie supposed led to a bathroom. The bed had a quilted blue spread atop it and it felt pleasantly soft and cushy beneath her. Kylie relaxed onto it, putting one arm over her face, covering her eyes with the crook of her elbow.

The door closed with a quiet click, then she felt a weight press a portion of the mattress down next to her.

"Are you alright?" The leopard asked, and she felt his paw on her shoulder. Kylie managed a faint nod but didn't say anything. She didn't really want to talk to the leopard for a bit. He'd put his paw right between her legs. And in public too...

Still, she wasn't entirely upset at him. Maybe once she felt better she could let him know she wanted to go slower and...

A tickly sensation played along the length of her broad, brown furred tail and Kylie shifted in place, momentarily confused. Then it came again, the distinct sensation of a paw this time.

"Stop..." Kylie mumbled, twitching her tail away. Even as she spoke she realized the leopard was moving, shifting over her. She dropped her arm clumsily away from her eyes, the leopard looming over her in the dimness. She tried to speak again, to tell him to go away, but the words stuck in her throat.

For the first time she felt genuinely afraid.

The leopard shrugged his jacket off, the garment hitting the floor next to the bed, and leaned over her, pushing a bold paw under her blouse, stroking over Kylie's flat chest. She tried to squirm away but he pressed her into place with effortless ease.

"No bra," he noted with a grin, teeth glinting in the dimness, "...guess you don't need one anyway."

He leaned in and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth again. Kylie cried out but the noise was lost, her head pinned against the bedspread. She tried to kick and thrash, but no matter how much she tried to escape, to hurt the leopard so he'd get off of her, it refused to translate to what her actual body was doing. Her legs kicked weakly and her tail batted against the side of his knee, her paws pressed helplessly against his chest.

She tried hard to push him away, straining so hard she thought the tendons in her shoulders would snap like rubber bands, but the leopard only laughed and forced her arms above her head, breaking the kiss. Kylie cried out, a high, desperate little noise that was swallowed by the throbbing music from the party outside. Grabbing her blouse, the leopard forced it over Kylie's head and tossed it away, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Kylie covered her flat chest as best she could and curled her legs, anything to keep the leopard from forcing her skirt off or grabbing her between the legs.

"Please stop..." She managed, voice shivering, frightened tears welling in her eyes. Her lower lip was beginning to tremble, making her voice shake even more. She wanted to beg, to promise that she wouldn't tell anyone if he let her go right that instant, but the words floated out of reach and she was left grasping a useless bunch of terrified silence.

The leopard slipped a paw between her knees, levering her legs apart in the process. Then his paws were over her panties again, the unwelcome contact with that part of her body jittering through Kylie like an electric shock.

She'd touched an electric fence on a dare once and been knocked onto her back by the jolt. There had been numbness afterwards, numbness and yet the knowledge that something bad had happened.

This felt a lot like that.

"Stop." She pleaded.

And suddenly the bedroom door was opening.

Kylie blinked in the sudden light, the leopard pausing in his motions. A swell of hope expanded in her chest, Kylie struggling to lift her head. There were people in the doorway, several of them, silhouetted by the light. Surely they'd see what was happening. Surely they'd help her.

"Is she out yet?" Came a voice.

"Not quite." The leopard said with a curt shake of his head.

For a half second the lead figure in the doorway hesitated, then they were coming in. Two, three, then four figures. They blurred, Kylie's vision filling with tears as she recognized them. It was the leopard's friends, all happy and eager, an unpleasant sort of anticipation cracking over them like the first stages of an electrical storm.

There was no help coming.

Kylie recognized the elk, the lynx and the tiger, but now there was someone new, a saffron furred puma with a restlessly twitching tail. The room suddenly felt very claustrophobic, the leopard glancing back at his friends with lazy satisfaction as he rubbed a pair of fingers casually between Kylie's legs, enjoying her attempts at resistance.

Kylie tried to scream, but her voice was too weak and the surrounding party too loud for her to possibly be heard. The elk shut the door and casually locked it with a smirk. There was something dreadfully final about the click of the lock engaging.

With that the leopard stripped Kylie's skirt and panties off, removing them together, pink fabric dragging over her fur. It stung and tugged, yet the leopard's efforts were relentless and in an instant she was entirely unclothed, the pale fur between her legs and her little pink pussy terribly exposed.

Kylie tried to tuck her tail over her exposed slit, tried to push her hand over it, but the tiger was clambering onto the bed as well, the bed frame creaking as he did. He seized her wrists and dragged her paws away, Kylie letting out a despairing wail as the leopard pushed a pair of fingers into her.

She'd broken her hymen years before, with a purple dildo that Val had given her as a gag gift. It had been in the shape of a feline cock, with little barbs and everything. There had been a little snap, one she heard as much as felt, and then a terrible sting expanding inside of her. For a moment she'd thought she'd broken something, especially when she saw the little smear of crimson on the tip of the dildo, but then it had gone away and been replaced by a warm, almost pleasant ache. And that had been it.

This was different. This hurt.

She'd been wet for the dildo, and had been using lube besides. Now she was dry, and the leopard hadn't wetted his fingers. And still his fingers forced their way into her little slit, a dreadful stinging ache erupting between Kylie's legs, like a permanent thing that could never be erased.

She shrieked, the noise sharp and sudden enough that the leopard jumped in place. He pushed a paw over her mouth and nose, cutting off her air for a terrible moment.

Kylie whimpered and went limp, shivering with pain, unsure how things could possibly get worse.

Even as that thought came to her she knew. The leopard was hard, she could feel the hot press of his cock on her thigh, straining at his pants. The others were in about the same state. They were talking as they stripped down, tossing their jackets and shirts and pants aside, bantering and offering observations. Most were to do with her size. She'd be tight. She'd be so, so tight.

Each new word shot fresh terror through Kylie. Then the leopard was pressing her flat on her back, nearly forcing the breath out of her. She squirmed and struggled in place, trying to tug her wrists out of the tiger's grip, but to no avail. The leopard undid his pants and slid them off, a fat feline cock bouncing free.

Kylie tried to shy back but there was nowhere to go. She was trapped. Sharp, panicked sobs leaked from between her clenched teeth and she felt fresh tears roll down the sides of her face, horror only growing more intense as the others undressed as well.

The leopard and his friends were all much bigger than her, and their cocks, achingly erect, were terrifyingly large. The tiger, lynx and puma's were all about the same in structure to the leopard's, tapered and covered with little pink barbs. The tiger stroked one paw along his length. It was larger and thicker than the leopard's, but not by much.

The elk's member was smooth and pointed, perhaps nine inches long, a bead of clear pre glistening at the tip. His balls, sheathed in dark brown fur, were bigger than Kylie's fists. Yet, mercifully, he hung back, casually stroking his length, content to watch for the moment.

Leaning forward, the tiger nipped the side of Kylie's neck, hard enough that it stung. His paw roamed over her chest, ruffling soft fur. She wondered if he could feel the panicked cadence of her heart.

Once again Kylie tried to scream, but the lynx stepped forward, one knee on the bed, and grabbed her muzzle, shaking her head. Kylie winced, a small typhoon of dizziness sending her reeling. She tried to pull her head away, only for the lynx to spear a pair of fingers into her mouth, pressing her tongue flat over her teeth.

"Looks like she needs something to keep her mouth busy." He said, and grabbed Kylie's right ear, hauling her upright by it. The pain was sudden and indescribable, lancing deep into her head, yet she couldn't manage more than a thin, squeaking cry, tears rolling down her cheeks, mouth agape in silent agony.

Suddenly she was sitting upright at the edge of the bed, the leopard kneeling down, putting himself more fully between her legs, fingers shoving ever deeper into her stinging pussy.

The lynx, kneeling on the bed next to her, shoved his cock into Kylie's face, the thick feline length rubbing against the soft fur of one cheek as he forced her mouth open again.

Behind her, the tiger ground his own member against Kylie's back, a low, growly purr emanating from within him. Between her legs, the leopard dragged his fingers free from her pussy, but before Kylie could even begin to feel relieved he was pushing his muzzle against her thighs, rough tongue spearing into her slit.

Kylie trembled at the strange sensation, but wasn't able to focus on it for long. The lynx twisted her ear and forced his cock into her mouth, plugging Kylie's throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and went stiff, paws balling into fists as the tiger continued to grind away at her back, pre dampening the fur there.

The puma smirked, stepping alongside the leopard.

"How does she taste?" He asked.

The leopard laughed and nipped Kylie's clit, fishing a yelp from her. She whimpered helplessly, the noise stuttering as the lynx pumped his cock into her mouth.

Her view of the world was suddenly reduced to nothing but the white fur of the lynx's stomach and groin, her nose pressed into it at the height of every thrust. She squirmed in place, her air cut off, dark spots proliferating at the corners of her vision.

The lynx gripped the sides of her head, fucking Kylie's mouth with eager abandon. The barbs that lined his cock weren't sharp or prickly, which was a relief, but she could feel every bit of his thrusts, the way they strained her jaws to the breaking point...it made his violation of her impossible to ignore.

"Fuck..." The lynx groaned, and Kylie felt a hot jet of pre splash against the back of her throat, making her gag. It tasted bitter and salty. But though she tried to pull her head back the lynx's grip on her ears remained firm and he ground his cock into her muzzle with a gasp.

Between Kylie's legs, the leopard sat back and wiped his mouth, breathing hard.

"Okay, I gotta fuck her." He grunted.

The tiger reluctantly shifted away, letting the leopard push Kylie onto her back. She gasped for breath as the lynx's cock slipped from her mouth, her attacker grumbling quietly as his blowjob was interrupted.

But whatever relief she felt from that was short lived. Just as soon as one assault ended, another began. The leopard pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between them, the tip of his barbed cock pressing impatiently at her little pink slit.

Kylie tried to wriggle away but the leopard hardly seemed to notice, pushing his hips forward and shoving into her. In an instant the breath was gone from Kylie's lungs, any scream or cry strangled by the leopard's weight. Her head was forced back against the bed, her nose pressed into the leopard's chest, helpless tears boiling from her eyes.

All she could feel was the leopard's weight and the red hot agony of his cock stabbing into her.

Kylie went limp and sniffled. It was all she could do simply to focus on getting enough breath to stay conscious.

She felt broken and humiliated, overpowered and violated. The thoughts fluttered around her mind, impossible to ignore. The knowledge that all of her suffering was dedicated to the pleasure of the people hurting her only made it worse.

And there were so many others...

This wouldn't be over for a long time.

Above her, the leopard grunted and gripped the top of Kylie's head, forcing her down onto his cock, grinding his thick member into her stretched hole. Kylie could feel his balls slapping against the base of her tail. She groaned weakly, the insides of her thighs burning from being forced so far apart. The pain only grew worse the longer the leopard fucked her, intensifying the gathering ball of agony and hurt that seethed in the center of her.

Then he was pressing down ever harder, sharp teeth closing on one of Kylie's ears, almost hard enough to draw blood. She tried to scream but there was no air in her lungs. The leopard's cock jerked inside of her, his balls tightening as they unloaded a thick spurt of feline cum into her abused cunt, then another, and another.

Suddenly Kylie wished that she could simply slip away and leave the whole terrible situation behind, consequences be damned. Anything had to be better than experiencing another second of abuse.

But though she squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could, though she focused on the dizziness and willed it take her, she remained stubbornly awake, drowns and weak but unfortunately conscious.

Kylie began to weep, hiccupy little sobs leaking from between tightly clenched teeth.

The leopard got off of her with a satisfied sigh, cock slipping out of her with a pop and a hot trickle of cum. Kylie tried to curl onto her side and tuck into a ball but in an instant she was mobbed, crowded on all sides by her attackers.

The lynx reclaimed his position on the bed, dragging Kylie's head into his lap, ignoring her whimpers and small, fumbling attempts at resistance. She tried to pull away but he was already forcing her mouth open, his cock sliding relentlessly in.

In an instant she was forced onto her front, the lynx's cock stabbing into the back of her throat, making her cough and gag. A pillow was forced beneath her stomach, her hindquarters pushed up into a position of unwilling presentation. Warm leopard cum continued to trickle down the inside of one thigh.

Powerful paws grabbed her hips, claws scoring her flesh. Kylie keened pathetically, then the puma was sliding in, rutting her with quick, energetic thrusts, forcing her forward onto the lynx's member.

The lynx responded in kind, humping her face, the two big cats grinding into the trembling, cum stained otter they had at their mercy.

The tiger laughed from the other side of the room and then there was a flash and a shutter sound, cell phone camera going off. Kylie flinched as though she'd been physically struck, a new bloom of horror expanding in her chest, squeezing her heart.

Oh no.

The lynx glanced to where the tiger had taken his phone out and beckoned him closer. His thrusts were getting shorter, pre splashing the back of Kylie's throat as he panted.

"Gonna paint this slut's face," he grunted, "get a shot."

What?

And suddenly the lynx was withdrawing, a paw slipping under Kylie's chin, forcing her head upright even as the puma continued ramming into her from behind. She could hardly focus on whatever it was the lynx was doing, there was so much pain and confusion, her thoughts blurred and strange.

For a moment the lynx's cock bobbed in front of her face, slick with saliva and pre. The lynx jerked his paw over it once, twice, then he gasped, hips bucking as a scalding rope of thick white cum splashed the corner of Kylie's mouth. She flinched and shut her eyes as the lynx drenched her face. The tiger's cell phone camera flashed again, a dull white moment of light through her tightly shut eyelids, and Kylie sniffled, ducking her head in wordless shame.

Behind her, the puma grunted and pressed his paws between Kylie's shoulder blades, squeezing the air from her lungs.

"Fuck, she's so tight." He purred.

"Anyone got any lube?" The tiger asked casually. The elk and him exchanged a knowing glance.

The lynx, still, catching his breath, snapped his fingers and went looking for his pants. Soon enough he had a little purple plastic bottle, which he tossed to the tiger. It was lube, Kylie realized, and felt her heart sink.

The puma finished with a strangled cry, his final thrust lifting Kylie's hindquarters off of the bed entirely, balls jerking as he filled Kylie's pussy with his cum. Withdrawing. he stroked one last pulse of alabaster seed over the lips of her abused cunt, then delivered a stinging slap to her naked rear.

Kylie yelped but heard only laughter from where her face was buried in the bedspread, the lynx's load still drying on her fur. Weakly, she managed to crawl off of the pillow that had been placed under her stomach, collapsing into a miserable, trembling little ball. She began to sob, knowing her ordeal wasn't yet over.

A moment later the tiger forced her onto her front again, sitting back on her legs so she couldn't kick or try to crawl away. He could feel the unwelcome heat of his cock brushing against her rear. For a moment he fumbled with something, then Kylie felt the slick press of a pair of freshly lubed fingers at her tiny pink tail-hole.

"No, noooo..." She whimpered, but it was too late. The tiger forced his fingers forward, pressing into her last virgin hole with a vivid sparkle of pain.

Kylie squirmed desperately in place, yelping and crying out, but the elk stepped forward and grabbed her muzzle, forcing it shut. His grip brought fresh tears to Kylie;s eyes, so hard that for a moment she thought her teeth would splinter.

The elk trembled in place, cock dripping pre, so hard it twitched and jerked in place, eager to blow. Watching her had done that to him, Kylie realized, and felt sick. No wonder he'd wanted to hang back.

"You wanna get in on this, man?" The tiger asked, glancing up at the elk.

The elk laughed and shook his head.

"I'd break her," he said, "go on."

The tiger needed no further invitation. The tip of his member, alarmingly thick, drooling pre, pressed at Kylie's stinging tail-hole for a moment, then he was pushing into her, letting his weight sink his entire barbed length into her rear with a single hard thrust.

Kylie screamed into the elk's paw, sobbing and spasming for what felt like an eternity, all conscious thought entirely lost. The agony seemed to consume her entire body, not limited to any one place. Her entire being, from head to tail, sang with pain.

The tiger purred and pressed himself against Kylie's back, wrenching her tail to the side, fishing a whispery groan from the little otter. His cock burned inside of her like a red hot iron rod, the agony of his penetration only intensifying as he began to fuck her, pounding her trembling frame into the bed, the frame creaking beneath him.

The elk watched with rapt attention, his grip on her muzzle tight as ever, right on the verge of cutting off her air.

Every so often a camera would flash or the tiger would strike a boastful pose, delighting in his conquest. It was all alarmingly casual, the leopard and his friends grinning as they stood back, watching the tiger slam his cock into Kylie's abused tail-hole.

The leopard was hard again, Kylie could see him slowly stroking his cock as he watched the abuse continue. She shut her eyes, unwilling to entertain the possibility that this could go on for even longer.

And still the party continued outside. Nobody had noticed she was gone. Nobody knew what was happening to her.

The tiger didn't finish inside of her. Instead he let his cock slide out of Kylie's abused tail-hole and began to grind his length against her tight, firm rear, warmth exploding against the base of her tail after a long moment, the tiger grunting as he bucked his hips against her.

The tiger stepped away, cock still drooling, and Kylie found that she was unable to move, her body and mind paralyzed with pain and shame. The space between her legs had been reduced to one big conjoined mass of hurts.

The elk let go of Kylie's muzzle and instead grabbed her hair, her little pink bow popping free. She tried to grab for the elk's wrists but he was already tugging her off the edge of the bed. Kylie cried out, the noise small and pathetic, this new pain strangely distant. Suddenly she was crumpled on the carpet, trembling in place as the elk sat down next to her, his back to the bed frame.

He shifted her into his lap with practiced ease and Kylie all but fell against him even as she tried to curl away. She whimpered tonelessly as her face was pressed against the elk's chest, his rapid heartbeat thrumming against one cheek. His cock, smooth and massive, wet with pre, pressed against her tail-hole for a dreadful moment, then she was being forced down its length.

Kylie tried to scream but it came out as an airy, near silent whine. The pain was too big to be expressed, once again her tail-hole was aflame, the elk grinding the entirety of his cock into her tiny body, not caring at all what he broke in the process.

The elk grunted and gasped, hips bucking as he savored the sensation of Kylie's tightest hole, stretched around his member. Already she could feel his cock twitching inside of her, the elk too worked up to last much longer. A part of Kylie was almost glad, at least his assault on her wouldn't last much longer. But there was still the knowledge that he was getting pleasure from this. They all were.

The elk pumped into her tail-hole once, twice, then came with a huff of hot breath and one last convulsive jerk of his hips. His load, scalding and prodigious, flooded Kylie's stretched hole, stinging abused flesh, drooling out around the elk's cock, staining the carpet beneath them.

For a long moment the elk sat and enjoyed the afterglow, idly toying with Kylie's tiny pink nipples, enjoying how she clenched each time he pinched them. Then, slowly, his cock softened and he let her fall off of him, the little otter lying trembling on the floor like a broken toy, her nose pressed into the carpet, cum trickling from both holes and smeared across her face.

Kylie stayed still, too hurt and exhausted to move, to even think about moving. More camera flashes lit the dimness and Kylie whimpered, sobbing softly as the puma and leopard worked together to pose her, taking pictures of her cum streaked holes and mussed fur.

Kylie squeezed her eyes shut and slowly hugged her arms around herself, trying to curl her legs up. Then, in an instant, they were spread apart once again. A weight pressed her into the carpet and she she wheezed as the lynx settled atop her, shoving his cock into her pussy, taking her with jarring, terrible force.

All she could do was wait for it be over.

They raped her for a long, long time, sometimes one at a time, other times all together. The leopard propped her into a sitting position, her back to the bed frame, and fucked her face, keeping her head pinned between his hips and the mattress. Tears flowed freely from Kylie's eyes, her vision darkening until she thought she would pass out, her breath cut off by the leopard's cock.

When he came he shot his load down her throat, balls jerking against her chin. Kylie slumped slowly to the side and tried to spit, but once again she was too weak to manage it.

For a strange, timeless moment she wasn't sure where she was. Then the sensation of warmth registered and she was on the bed once again, bent over between the elk and the puma. Kylie curled her paws into little fists but couldn't do much more than that, the elk sliding his cock into her little pink slit, stretching it even beyond what it had already gone through. She whined faintly, even that noise cut off by the puma's barbed length as he shoved it between her lips.

The two of them pumped Kylie from either side, reveling in their dominance over her, the way her soft, velvety pussy clenched at every instance of pain. The way her tongue squirmed with each and every thrust into her tight little throat.

The elk came first, massive cervine balls pumping Kylie full of seed, the heat inside of her expanding until it seemed to be one and the same with the aches and stings and throbbing pains she felt.

As the elk withdrew the puma abandoned Kylie's front and let her slump onto the bedspread, instead finishing his fun by taking her tail-hole, ramming his barbed cock into her with bruising, sadistic force.

He came with a cry and something inside of Kylie let go. The world drifted from her and for a time everything was very flat and gray, consciousness fleeing.

She experienced fragments from there, the occasional moment of lucidity floating free of the fog.

For a second she was awake, nose pressed into striped fur as the leopard and tiger took both her holes at once. The tiger exclaimed and bucked his hips, digging his claws into Kylie's hips as he sprayed his load into her pussy. She barely felt it, an all consuming numbness settling over her.

And then she was gone again.

When she came to next she was on her back. The music was quieter and Kylie got a vague sense that some time had passed, the party was beginning to wind down. There was a strange, tickly sensation at her throat, somebody kissing her neck, she realized, a hint of teeth teasing her fur.

And a weight atop her, a...

Wait...

It was someone new, a fox. His tail wagged frantically behind him as he eagerly humped Kylie, forcing his knotted cock into her cum streaked pussy. She could feel the hot bulge of his knot pressing against her entrance, slowly forcing its way further in with each thrust.

The puma and leopard were gathered close, chatting. There were names being exchanged, where they discussing who else to invite?

She felt a huff of warm breath, then the fox was pressing his lips against the side of her neck, gasping as he squirted a warm load into her.

Kylie fell away from the world again.

And then she was awake, reality slipping silently back in to reassert its old proper boundaries. And there was the pain, and the aches, and a sudden rush of wet warmth that rained down over her entire body.

Brightness too. It made her want to squeeze her eyes shut and squirm away, back to someplace that was cool and dark and silent. But here there was noise and...

A paw slipped between her thighs, a pair of fingers slipping into her pussy with a terribly familiar sparkle of pain. Kylie whimpered and tied to pull away, but she was already backed up against something hard and smooth. She opened her eyes, the light blinding her for a moment, and then the last of her confusion was gone.

She was in a glass sheathed shower in a large tile floored bathroom. She was being washed off.

The leopard was in front of her, naked as well, cock hard and twitching in place. He looked tired and disheveled, but his eyes were the same, intent and bright. From above her Kylie realized that she could see the gray light of dawn streaming in through a little window.

It had gone on all night...

Oh God.

"Hold still." The leopard ordered her.

Kylie did. She was too exhausted to disobey.

The leopard washed her clean with shampoo and soap, paw lingering between her legs. Kylie tried to press them together but the leopard was moving forward, kneeling as he pushed her against the shower wall and positioned himself at her silky entrance, pushing in without hesitation.

Kylie didn't make a sound, even as she was rocked in place, the leopard's cock sawing in and out of her abused hole, her face pressed into his chest. He panted and gripped her firm, round rear with one paw, the other traveling to the back of her shoulders, holding her tight against him, enjoying the way she trembled in his embrace.

When he came he squeezed her so tightly that for a moment Kylie thought she would be suffocated, even as the leopard's cum burned inside of her. But he loosened his grip, bit by bit, and eventually let her down, Kylie collapsing against the wall of the shower, lukewarm water spattering over her legs. She could feel the leopard's seed leaking from her hole and over the base of her tail but she didn't dare look. Instead she stared at the opposite wall of the shower, trying not to think about even a bit of what had happened.

The leopard settled back and let the water run for a moment, watching her tremble.

"You're not gonna tell anyone." He said at last, voice flat.

Kylie sniffled and said nothing.

"If you do," the leopard continued, "we've got a ton of pictures to release. And they don't make you look like a victim."

Still Kylie couldn't find her voice. Her head hurt, her body ached, she felt as though she'd had a blade run between her legs...and still there was this. But as terrible as it was, as earth shatteringly fucking horrible, there wasn't anything she could do to fight the leopard.

She tried to open her mouth but only managed a ragged sob, tears blurring her vision.

"Hey," the leopard said, "you were a good fuck. Tight cunt, hot ass...otters are something else."

"...Let me go." Kylie managed, forcing herself to ignore the leopard's words. If she focused on them then her mind would snap. She'd start screaming and never stop.

The leopard rolled his eyes.

"Say it." He demanded.

Kylie knew what he wanted but said nothing.

The leopard and reached up to turn off the water. Kylie couldn't help but flinch, a momentary burst of terror squeezing her heart at the very thought of the leopard touching her again. But all that happened was the water went off, cloaking the bathroom in a strange, almost echoing silence.

"Say what you're gonna do once you get out of here." The leopard said.

"I'm gonna go home." Kylie mumbled.

"And?"

"And...and..." Her words failed, a pall of shame descending over her, dark and hot and suffocating. She felt so small and helpless...like she could have drifted on the remaining water running along the bottom of the shower and vanished down the drain.

The leopard reached out and slipped a paw beneath Kylie's chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. Her breath seized and she began to tremble anew, shivering helplessly in place even as she tucked her knees tight against her chest.

"What are you gonna do once you get home?" The leopard asked again, and this time there was a new hardness to his voice that scared Kylie even worse.

"Not...not tell anyone." She whispered, voice cracking.

"And if we see each other again? If you see anyone who, uh, participated? What do you do?"

"Nothing." The single word was nearly inaudible.

"Good." The leopard said, and let go of Kylie. There was the very edge of a purr in his voice. It sent a chill down her spine.

She looked beyond the shower and into the bathroom. It seemed to border the bedroom where...

Kylie had to take a deep breath. The very thought of walking back in there tightened her lungs and made the edges of her vision go dark. But she had to get out of the house. She had to leave the whole terrible place behind.

Slowly, she began to stand up, one eye still locked on the leopard. He made no move, but even as she took her first limping step away, a stabbing, stinging ball of agony stirring between her legs, the leopard spoke. She couldn't help but flinch.

"There'll be other parties," the leopard said with sadistic nonchalance, "and you're always invited."

Kylie limped from the bathroom as fast as she could, not even pausing to dry off her fur. The leopard chuckled but stayed where he was. After a moment the water turned back on.

The bedroom was mercifully empty when Kylie stepped back into it, a pang of residual terror flitting through her as she ran her eyes over the layout. There was the bed, the covers rumpled and stained, the carpet holding a small spread of empty bottles and crushed cans. Her clothes had been scattered, her panties missing entirely, skirt ripped and blouse stretched. Still, she tugged them on as best she could, body yowling at every movement she made.

There was cum spattered on the front of her blouse and it all smelled so much like the leopard that she had to take a moment and grit her teeth until the panic receded.

The house itself wasn't entirely empty, a few dazed partygoers wandered from room to quiet room, others lying on the couches or even the floor, blitzed beyond comprehension.

Kylie filtered cautiously through them, feeling on edge, unable to keep herself from looking over the sleeping ones. She didn't see any foxes, but...

Had any of the people she was looking at helped themselves to her unconscious body during the party?

She shivered, feeling freshly humiliated, and hurried from the house. The sky was overcast and it was beginning to drizzle. Suddenly she remembered just how long a walk it would be back to her house. Something told her she wasn't likely to get a ride, and...

No. She wasn't about to trust a stranger. Perhaps not ever again.

But even after she got back home, then what?

Kylie stood in place, arms wrapped around herself, and felt a fresh surge of helpless tears run slowly down her cheeks, joining the rain.

Again the question came, small and frantic, like a bird trapped in a cage.

Again she didn't know how to answer it.