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"I think you've got me this time," James joked.

Celine didn't care that he was talking trash. She kept her hand on the mouse, squinting at the darkened hallway she expected her adversary to be sneaking through. She'd made him eat his words before, though the kill score was 20 to 4 him. She just had to find the right combination of luck and skill.

"I'm coming - you better not miss," James said, his voice echoing through Celine's speakers. He was trying to distract her, trying to cover the approach of his footsteps in the game. He was stalking her - appropriate, since his icon showed he was a cougar. He couldn't know she was a deer, since she'd learned long ago to use a less-pretty icon. She'd taken to pretending she was a pig so she'd get hit on, less, which worked most of the time. Some guys were just really into pigs, though.

James ran forward with confidence. It didn't matter that she knew right where he was going. He'd played with "CoOINK-idens21" enough to know that not only was she just a girl (couldn't disguise that over voice chat), but also that she was slow to target at close range. She'd stupidly hidden in the corridor when what she really needed was a fair bit of distance. She was concentrating too hard to respond to his taunts.

James said, "Wait, are you -?" but jumped past the crate lining up his sights into the corner he expected to find her. She could be on the left or the right, but she wouldn't be moving. She never tried to dodge - whenever he threatened her she just stayed crouched and did her best to stop him. She fired, several bullets striking him in the shoulder, but she hadn't accounted for his jump. He landed crouched, sidestepping left and then right to throw off her aim as he centered his cursor on her head.

Blam!

She was down for the round. 21 to 4.

"Dammit!" she bleated over the microphone.

"Almost got me," he lied.

"Yeah right. This game is bullshit. No one would _jump_around a corner in real life."

James quickly ran his fingers across the keys, equipping for the next round. This was supposed to be a team game, but this server was just for the small town of Piddleton. Sure, anyone could join, but he knew most of the guys who played (later in the day). He had to guess that CoOINK-idens21 either went to the other high school, or maybe she was actually twenty-one and went to the local shitty college. It was one of those chain colleges that have little branches in little towns. "Not my fault if you can't shoot," he taunted.

"If I ever made enough money to buy a sniper rifle..." Celine whined.

"You think you could make that shot, if only you were zoomed so far in you couldn't see anything?"

"I wouldn't be in the corridor."

The next showdown was only a minute later, and this time James was the one with the bomb. He crouched behind a few of the crates, listening for her footsteps. But she was walking, so he had to keep peeking, waiting for any movement. He caught something near the double doors, and he froze. He didn't want to give his position away. Carefully, he lined up his crosshairs, waiting for her to commit to entry.

She didn't jump through. He waited. Nothing. Did she go around? He glanced right, only to glance back and see that she had jumped through in that split instant. He couldn't know that Celine had figured out a tell. James' microphone was too sensitive, and she could hear his breathing. She'd heard his breath inhale sharply as he caught sight of her at the door, so she waited until she heard him breath again. Still, she only got a few shots off before he adjusted, and she had to retreat to a nearby set of boxes. She'd taken a few hits, but suspected that James was at less health. She had the advantage!

"I know where you are..." the cougar purred, slowly peeking around the edge of the box he suspected Celine wouldn't expect. He was wrong - she was there, aimed right on him.

"Ahh!" James exclaimed, jumping. But instead of jumping in the game, he jumped in real life at the sudden, sharp intrusion of the door behind him. The door knob had let out a metallic clink as it opened, but no one was supposed to be home! He glanced back, only to see one of Julia's friends, frozen like a lamb in the headlights, her long, white ears flattened and her mouth open in surprise.

"Dammit!" he exclaimed, turning his attention back to the game just in time to watch himself get blown away by Celine. 21 to 5.

"Got ya!," the deer taunted, unaware of the interruption that had just cost James so dearly.

Growling, the cougar said, "Hold on - a little bitch_just walked in my room. Give me five, and then we can continue_uninterrupted."

"Sure, great excuse," Celine taunted. "Poor lil' kitty got raped."

Clenching his fist, James said, "Poor lil' _sheep_s'about to get raped!" He switched to observer mode so no more rounds of the game would queue up and tossed his headset onto the desk, turning around to face the trembling little girl.

"What are you_doing?_" he growled.

She was standing there, frozen, her white wool recently trimmed to be pretty short. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit and nothing else, the towel she'd brought with her lying on the floor next to her. "I - I was looking for Julia..." she gasped.

"So you checked my room? You got me killed!"

"I - I'm sorry," she bleated.

"Julia's already at the pool. You were supposed to meet her there," he growled, towering over the young lamb. She looked suitably afraid, but he was in a pretty bad mood. He pushed the door to his room shut behind the quivering girl, slamming it behind her. What was her name again? He'd seen her before - Lilly?

Lilly jumped, eyes wide. She stared up at the powerful cougar and wailed, "Please don't rape me!"

That threw James for a loop. "Wha - ?"

The sheep bleated, "Y-you said..."

Oh, right, he thought. He hadn't meant it literally. He narrowed his eyes at her and said, "Yeah, and why shouldn't I?"

The little girl just bleated. She had no answer for that question. James realized that he didn't have an answer for that, either. No one else was home. She'd just made him lose face in front of CoOINK-idens21. There was no way this meek little lamb was going to tell on him.

Sure, he had a girlfriend at school, but she sure as hell wasn't putting out. James reached down at the cowering child and lifted her full into the air with both hands, holding her face to face with his predatory grin. "It's your own damn fault."

Lilly bleated before he tossed her through the air, landing her on his bed. She bounced once, and before she could react, he was there, pushing down on her chest with one paw and pinning her to the soft bed. He knelt over the little girl. "Sneaking into my house without permission? Entering my room? You're just _asking_for it."

"No...no!" she wailed. "I just heard noises and thought it was Julia!"

He shook his head. "Deep down you knew it was me. You _wanted_this. Admit it!"

She shook her head back and forth. "No, I -"

"ADMIT IT!" he growled, pushing hard on her sternum.

Lilly paused, but finally the little girl whined, "I - I...wanted this ?". It ended more like a question than a statement, but that was good enough for James.

"Let's get that swimsuit off you," he grinned.

"Wait..."

He didn't. He was tempted to slide a single claw down the fabric and watch her fluffy wool pop out, but he didn't want her leaving the house naked. The young cougar slid his paws to her shoulders. Two blue straps were all that held the cloth to her body, and she didn't have much in the way of breasts to get in the way. Kneeling over the young sheep, he grabbed first the right strap, pulling it down her arm, and then the left.

"Stop - James!" she protested, but what was she going to do? He smiled, and began to peel the girl like a banana, watching the way the tight fabric gripped her flat chest before sliding it down, dry wool poofing out inch after inch. He rolled the swimsuit off half way, making the girl whimper, "Please stop..."

He could see the tears in her eyes, but she should have thought about that before barging into his room. He stared down at her pudendum, wedged neatly in the tight, nylon fabric. She was really asking for it! He returned to stripping the little girl, lifting her up by the bottom as he revealed her legs.

"There we go," he grinned, staring down at the naked girl, tossing the crumpled-up swimsuit onto his bedroom floor. She was terrified, but he could only appreciate her form, her budding breasts more evident than he'd first thought. Leering, he stared down between her legs, her little sheep flag doing nothing to block his view. Normally thick wool faded away at her crotch, leaving a satisfying pink teardrop to greet him.

He paused to reflect. This was the moment of no return. He could still pass this off as a mean joke. His shorts were tented hard, but she hadn't noticed yet. But here she was, his sister's annoying little sheep friend - what kind of self-respecting cougar hung out with a sheep anyway? She stupidly walked into the mountain lion's den, and there were going to be consequences.

And he was going to enjoy those consequences.

He had lube hidden in the drawer beside his bed for those late-night urges, but now he really needed it. He reached over and grabbed the tube, and at first the young girl didn't know what he was doing. Spreading the slick fluid over his first two fingers, he explained, "I'm gonna oil you up - you're gonna need it."

She still didn't get it until he grabbed her right leg in his left hand and lowered his right to her pussy. "No, st -" she started to say, but it was too late. James had already slid a finger wetly between her untried lips. Lilly tossed her head back and _bleated_in pain and shock as he poked her, trying in vain to pull away from the stronger teenager.

He'd certainly suspected she was a virgin, but now he got his proof. As he pulled his finger out, he saw a strong dribble of blood, staining his sheets before he could react. He grabbed a pair of his own underwear to mop it up, pushing it under her rump. "Ow! Owwwie!" she whined.

"Hold still," he growled, sliding his finger back into her. He hoped the jelly would help her adjust to losing her cherry. He spread the lube around, poking this way and that into the squirming lamb. Then, James popped his second finger into her, groaning in anticipation at how tight she was. He could barely push into her with two fingers, and she was inadvertently squeezing down around him. She was at least bleeding less when he was done lathering her up.

With both hands, he tossed off his shirt and lowered his shorts, keeping them suspended around his knees. Lilly gasped seeing her first erect cock. "You wanna suck it?" he grinned.

She gasped, "N-no."

"Suit yourself," he said simply, climbing over the young sheep. "C'mon, tell me how much you want it..."

She was staring, frozen, at his bright, red dick peeking out of his tawny sheath. "No! James...please..."

He grabbed her arm, hard. "Tell me you want it."

She bleated, then panted, "I - uh - I want it!"

"How much?"

Lilly whined, "So much!"

Leaning forward, he stared into the sheep's eyes, curling his lips to spit, "Slut," at her. Crouched over her, he lined himself up, not even thinking twice about what he was about to do. There was no coming back from this, but he was beyond the point of no return. He stabbed forward.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed, as he invaded her young body. The cougar slid roughly into his prey, and she was every bit as tight as he expected. James flattened his ears, purring, her little legs wrapped around him. He grabbed her shoulders in his paws, inadvertently digging his unsheathed claws into her. He humped smoothly into her virgin pussy, the lube helping immeasurably.

Lilly bleated, tears streaming into the fur on the sides of her face, the cougar having his way with her. There was little the girl could do but lay back and spread her legs for James, crying and whimpering.

He ignored her distress, groaning at the wet tightness that now engulfed his dick. "You're mine now, bitch," he grunted, leaning in until he was face-to-face with the terrified sheep. With one hand, he forced open her mouth and rammed his tongue inside, giving her her first kiss as well as her first fuck.

"It hurts..." she whined, when he pulled his tongue free.

"Your fault for not sucking it," he said simply. He pounded her into the bed, feeling his barbs starting to swell. She wasn't going to like _that_one bit.

Lilly couldn't take it anymore. She screamed "Help! Somebody, please!" and pushed against the larger teenager. But he was too big, and too strong.

James narrowed his eyes. No one was home, but he didn't want the neighbors to hear. "Shut up!" he growled, and then he took matters into his own teeth. Leaning forward again, he opened his sharp maw and closed it around Lilly's neck, taking care to just barely dig his teeth into her.

She stilled immediately, except for her sobbing, "Don't bite - don't...please..."

He held her there, grinding away at the young girl, enjoying her increased submissiveness. She quietly took all that he gave her, bleating softly in defeat. James had never felt so in control or so powerful, getting a familiar rush he got playing video games. But there, sometimes he was beaten. He could rape Lilly and there was nothing the little lamb could do about it.

His growls increased as he got near. His barbs were flaring for sure now, each slight pull back making the sheep squeal in pain. He could feel the urge to bite down harder, to tear her throat like a feral cougar in the wild. He wasn't sure he could stop himself, though if he accidentally killed her, he would be in really deep shit. He had to slow down long enough to remove his jaws from the girl's neck, instead grabbing her arms in his claws again. The bed squeaked with each thrust as he felt his balls tensing up.

"Here it comes, slut!" he growled.

Lilly's eyes went wide, but she bit her tongue, clenching her eyes shut. She could feel him hammer home, deep inside her, not even able to fit. Then, he roared, and cum splattered her bare, unprotected womb. A violent rush of fluid launched out of him, and James did what every cougar would do - he paired it with a sharp, backward yank, raking her poor pussy with his barbs. He ripped out of her, his dick still shooting, a small amount of cum disappearing into her white belly wool.

Lilly screamed and screamed, her insides burning, her shoulders bleeding from where his claws inadvertently dug in. She'd only vaguely known what "rape" even was, but now she knew, and she knew how awful it truly was. She felt a pit in her stomach, the pain starting to fade and be replaced with an unending sense of violation, fear, and loss of control.

Her blood stained the sheets, but James didn't care. He felt great. All the loss of control that Lilly felt, he had gained in the other direction. "You better hope you're not in heat," he said, simply, staring at her abused, leaking teardrop.

Her only reaction was to turn on her side and grab for her swimsuit. Tears stained her wool, and she wanted only one thing - to get away. But he pinned her down as she turned, until she was face-first on his bed. "Where do you think _you're_going?"

"James - let me go!" she gasped.

But he was far from done with her, and told her as much. Cats were _made_for stamina, and if he was going to take this big a risk, he was going to get as much reward as possible. He held her down on his bed and just like that, he was fucking her again, saying, "Time for round two!"

There was a round three as well, where the cougar held the sheep up against the wall and fucked her, and then a round four where he was on his back, arms wrapped around her chest. He thought about trying the other hole, but Lilly had been through enough. She'd already lost her voice from bleating, her ragged whimpers barely able to make it through the thin walls of his bedroom. Each time, he tore himself from her young cunt, sending her into spasms of pain that no sheep of whatever age was designed for.

When he was done with her, he tossed her onto the bed and threw her swimsuit at her. He said, "Didn't put up much of a fight, did you, Lilly?"

"But -" she whimpered.

He said, "You really did want it, didn't you, slut?"

"N-no," she denied.

"Then why didn't you fight harder? Why didn't you bite, or hit? You even brought up rape first like you wanted it. You know no one is going to believe you."

She whimpered.

James said, "I'm willing to pretend you didn't come in here to seduce me, but only if you pretend the same. Just get yourself cleaned up and go home and pretend this never happened. You just got lost on the way to the pool."

"I -"

James narrowed his eyes. "We could get in huge trouble. I don't think Julia would ever forgive you for what you did to me."

Lilly nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "O-okay," she said, sliding one leg, and then the other into her blue swimsuit. James had to wince when the right cloth tightened up against her pussy, and a little white cream leaked out.

"Here," he said, giving her a tissue to wipe herself down. "Lilly - you did a good job. That felt great. You're going to make some little ram a very lucky boy someday. That little ram doesn't need to know that you're used goods. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what happened if you don't."

She shook her head, trembling. "I won't."

"Now get out of here," he said.

When she was gone, James collected his bloodied sheets and underwear. He'd have to throw them out. But first, he had a game to return to. Sliding in his swivel chair, he popped on his headset. "Back. Sorry, that was more like thirty minutes," he said.

There was no response. "OINKy?"

"I'm here," she said quietly.

Celine was sitting in her chair at home, trembling, her phone on the desk. She'd dialed "911", but the little green button that said "Send" was sitting there, untouched. James's mic was definitely on too sensitive a setting, and he hadn't used a push-to-talk key. Celine had heard it all - every bleat, every "No!", every taunting growl. She knew he lived in Piddleton, that he was a cougar named James with a sister named Julia, that there was a sheep named Lilly. The police could have gotten out there in ten minutes.

But that little green "Send" button was still unpressed.

At first, she'd frozen, disbelieving what was happening. Calling the cops wouldn't have stopped the first assault, she told herself. She listened intently, ready to call as soon as he was done with her. But then he said "Time for round two!"

And she didn't press the button. Her hands were already occupied. She trembled now, remembering how she leaned back in her chair, her panties down around her ankles, rubbing herself, pushing her fingers inside, grinding her palm against her little nub. She didn't need to hold back her own bleats and moans, alone in her room. Celine came each and every time that James had.

She panted now, hands wet, chair soaked, heart racing. The police would wonder why she hadn't called earlier. They'd ask questions she wasn't sure she could answer. She was already asking herself those questions. All she knew was that the sounds of James raping Lilly had turned her on harder than anything ever had before.

"Ready for round two?" James asked, confused.

Celine pressed "Back" on her phone, wiping her sticky hands on a paper towel. She grabbed the mouse, pressed the transmit key and said, "What was the hold up?"

The cougar shrugged, "Nothing, really."

Celine shivered. The way he said that sounded like the truth. What he'd done was nothing to him, but it was everything to Lilly. He just raped her like it was just another Saturday morning.

"Fine - let's play," she said softly.

James joined the game from the lobby, checking his load-out. With a sly grin, he said, "You may have gotten lucky last time, but this time, I'm gonna rape you."

Celine groaned, her hand inadvertently sliding down between her legs. She hoped he didn't hear the breathiness in her voice when she replied.

"You're probably right."