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"Come."

A gruff Bobcat, greyed and aged, called back behind him without turning. Two young Bobcats hurried to their father, each kneeling on either side of him. Heads bowed, a paw upon their thumping hearts, and one to the earth. There they sat, ears erect.

At the foot of the old Bobcat lay a cowering mouse maiden. She was young, unspoiled. Her had body curled itself into a fetal position. Her eyes wide, her tears having long since dried up, staining her creamy white cheeks. She dared not look at her captors, her terrified gaze trained to the green grass below.

The cape of the old Bobcat fluttered, his paws held behind his back, locked together at ease. He scanned the surrounding village. Smoke billowed into the sky, and the scarlet flames flickered in his vibrant eyes. The screams of the innocent were heavy in the air, his army having obeyed his every whim to his highest expectations. He had won, and he would keep winning.

He was a proud father. His two sons meant the whole world to him. They served him, and his military. They were, however, still young. Rightfully inexperienced. They needed their next lesson. The lesson of power, and life. If you were strong enough, you can take what you want. Do what you want. These pathetic creatures who wallowed in the dirt were nothing to a grand army, or to his kind.

His sons had fought bravely, not once faltering in the face of adversity. They were to be rewarded. The mouse was to be their reward. A rite of passage. To take a female from their first conquest. Be it mouse, or otherwise.

She was beautiful. A standard beige coat, creamy chest and belly, with spiky fur tufts adorned upon her head. She wore a smock, dirtied with dirt and flour. She was spirited! Fought back against the invading army, but she was no match. In the end, she was dragged outside as a biting, screaming mass of fur and claws. That was her only mistake. Her rebellious nature caught the eye of the bobcat leader, and he was very impressed. Sadly, she had to be broken.

"The spoils of war. Never forget this moment."

He turned, leaving his two sons with the cowering mouse. They sprang up, obeying without hesitation. They each grabbed a forepaw, dragging her into a hut behind them. The building was spared for this very purpose. Linen blankets had been prepared, smoothed flat, pillows strewn about. Incense burned on a low lying table, its ashes falling into pool of water, decorated with lilies, and wildflowers.

Words were not uttered between the two male cats, an understanding between them had been reached some time ago. They were brothers, partners. They were one.

They tossed the trembling mouse onto the makeshift bed. She hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She clutched at her stomach, maw agape, desperately trying to take in air. The brothers were not keen on waiting. They descended upon her immediately. Claws tore and dug into her clothing, tearing it away from her body.

With the realization of what was to come, she panicked. Her large front incisors gnashed wildly in a vain attempt to bite her attackers. She swung, fists balled, but she was no match for the larger males. Azazel, the eldest, was the one honored to deflower the female. His brother, Abaddon, complied with no resentment, and he swiftly grabbed her flailing forepaws in a crushing grip, flipping her onto her back.

Azazel seized her footpaws, spreading them wide. The fluffy forest of pubic fur that covered her modesty moved with her legs, betraying the modesty it helped maintain. His paws moved to massage the bottoms of her footpaws, squeezing and kneading. He wanted to be gentle with such perfect footpaws. They were to be loved, and worshiped beyond all else.

He pressed his muzzle into the fluff between the pads of her footpaw. His nose traced between the spaces of her toes, breathing in her wondrous scent. The mouse tensed when his wet nose, and the whiskers of his face, brushed against her bare footpaw. She instinctively kicked, smashing against Azazel's nose. He recoiled, but did not flinch. He showed no pain, even when a small trickle of blood ran down his face.

Abaddon remained where he was. The mouse had struck, a challenge to the power of his elder brother. She would feel his wraith, not his.

The mouse breathed heavily, her chest fluff waving with each exhale. Tears no longer fell from her eyes, replaced by a renewed fire. She was not going to go down easily. She was not going to become a mere sex toy for these brutes.

Azazel wiped the blood away from his muzzle, looking down to see the red stain across his calico fur. He was thrilled! Such a fiery female! The screams she will make will be all the better.

The mouse, in reality, was powerless. She knew deep down that she was going to be defiled, but she stayed true to her feelings, kicking out again in a last ditch effort. Her struggle was for naught, her legs were easily captured and held in place. Azazel's paws slid down under her knees, where his grip tightened. He gave her a toothy grin before pushing his face between her legs.

She squeaked aloud, trying to twist her body away from the invading muzzle. Abbadon held firm, keeping her forepaws squarely behind her head.

Azazel pushed his nose against the fluff of her pubic fur, taking in big breaths of her intimate scent. It was heavenly. Her potent female smell rippled throughout his body, and his eyes dilated from pure ecstasy. It was everything he had ever dreamed it to be, and more. Perfect scent, with just a hint of arousal.

The mouse's cheeks flushed a crimson red when her delicate, primal aroma, was forcibly taken by the predatory male. Her submissive female instincts were shutting down all previous reasoning. Matters were made worse for the poor girl when Azazel's wet tongue dragged across her lower lips, sending a shiver up her spine. She arched her lower back, pressing her pussy tighter against his muzzle. The roughness of his tongue combed through the fur surrounding her vagina, a sensual grooming. Another lick had her shuddering against his face, thighs tensing against his cheeks. A small whimper caught in her throat, and tears of disgust welled up in her eyes. Her body forcing her to enjoy such heinous acts.

Azazel, however, relished in the positive response, continuing his kind treatment with gusto. His paws released their oppressive grip on her legs, letting them fall limply onto his shoulders. She let them. There wasn't anything she could do. She was finally defeated. Azazel's paws found themselves running up both her creamy sides. His sharp claws extended, dragging through her soft fur. His purrs rumbled against her sex, shutting down all her previous inhibitions.

Abbadon stared transfixed at the obscene act before him. His blush grew heavier each time he watched his brother's tongue part the mouse's virgin lips. The scent that wafted up penetrated his very being, sending him into a sexual frenzy. He needed relief. The burning sensation, and the tightness in his pants, urgently needed to be sated. Using his free paw, he tugged at his pants, awkwardly shuffling them off.

His feline member stood proudly at attention. Thick strands of pre-cum soaked between his barbs, dripping down onto the mouse's face. The harsh smell of the predatory male instantly assaulted her senses. Her initial recoil was quickly replaced with a need to smell more. The bobcat was more than happy to oblige, placing his large member upon her face. His supple sack plopped down onto her eyes, and his cock throbbed against her open maw.

The mouse was unable to find the willpower to stop herself from nosing deeper into his alluring arousal. She unwillingly took in his scent, spurred on by her biological curse, and the tongue that combed through her lower lips.

Azazel could smell his brother past the intensifying scent of mouse. He raised his face away from her pussy, dragging his tongue across his lips, swallowing every last drop of her essence. His gaze found his brother's pulsing penis against the female's face, proof that he hadn't been sharing properly. It was true that he got first go at her tight pussy, but that didn't mean his brother couldn't join in on the fun too.

Their eyes met, sharing a nod between them. Abbadon released the mouse, and Azazel pushed her legs back to the ground. The mouse lay there soaked in sexual fluids, her chest rising and falling in laboured breaths. She had never felt such pleasure in her life, but it made her sick to think about. She only had a small moment to recover before the two brothers flipped her over onto her stomach. Azazel grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly up onto her knees in spite of her squeaky protests.

Abbadon's hips pushed forward, pressing his barbed cock against her cheek. The smell was intoxicating. Drunk on forced lust, It took little coaxing for the mouse to open her maw for the dominating male. Her tongue dragged across his pre-coated length, making his throat erupt in an appreciative purr. His paws moved to either side of her head to knead and caress her large dishy ears. She froze, tensing up upon the touch, then immediately broke down into pleasured moans against his crotch.

Azazel ignored their escapades, instead, he focused on the tight rump presented before him. Her legs were closed, and her was tail coiled around her left thigh, but he was undeterred. The fur around her crotch was soaked in fluids, a mixture of his and hers. Her arousal was unmistakable, and her musky smell rose up to meet his nose.

He enjoyed the view for a moment, but was quick to part her legs. He spread her wide, her lower lips following suite. The bushy fur was now wet and matted against her inner thighs. The pink flesh of her pussy shone with a delicious sheen, something he would not ignore for long. This proved true when his paw grabbed the base of her tail, moving it aside. His thumb found itself pressing up against her tailhole, it was hot to the touch, radiating sexual heat. He knew the cure, and he was poised to give it to her.

His pants were the next to be thrown to the side. His large barbed cock pulsed with arousal, wet with generous amounts of pre-cum. He trailed a claw down from her tail hole, dragging it through her fluff before pushing her cheek to the side. His free paw held his length, lining it up with her cunt. His darkest sexual instinct drove him to unceremoniously shove his length between her wet folds.

A shockwave of pain traveled throughout the mouse, and new tears formed and fell. Her cries were muffled by the feline shaft that had pushed its way down her throat. It was done. She was taken. Azazel hilted with a messy smack, and his balls slapped against her underside. With little regard for the mouse, he pulled out, his barbs gliding against her soaking wet inner walls. She barely kept herself from falling over, but found stability against Abbadon's soft crotch fur, which forced his thick shaft farther down her throat.

She shivered in pain, and regrettably, pleasure. Disgusting pleasure. A small stream of blood flowed from her deflowered hole. The metallic smell mixed with that of the sexual aroma of the hut. Azazel slammed back into her, hilting again, a wave of divine bliss washing over him. She moaned around Abbadon's saliva covered cock, moving a paw between her legs. She hadn't moved since her cunt was spread wide by Azazel. He wanted to paint her throat, and he desperately needed that sweet release.

His large paws clasped tightly against her soft cheeks, holding her in place while he pulled his twitching member out of her throat with a shlick. He admired the dripping fluids and the wet slobbering mess he made her into. She took this opportunity to catch her breath. Subtle moans and whimpers escaping her lips with each aggressive thrust into her pussy, but those were muffled when Abaddon's cock forced its way past her large buck teeth. She gagged around the sudden entrance, but she held it down, and kept her composure even when the big cat began to hump her face.

Her tight pussy clamped down on Azazel's penis, forcing his barbs up against her slick walls. The wet embrace sent ripples of pleasure throughout his length. The sounds of his wet smacking, and the smells that wafted, made him a shivering wreck. His paws held her ass, his claws digging roughly into her flesh, holding her firmly in place for his powerful thrusts. His gaze found its way down to the beautiful display below, watching happily as his shaft disappeared inside, and the subsequent quivering of her sopping wet lips. He pulled out just shy of his tip, admiring the gaping hole he had defiled. She dripped with their mixed sexual fluids, creating a thick strand between his tip and her entrance.

He leaned down, pressing his nose against the steaming hot lips of her pussy, taking in her used scent. His tongue spread wide under her clit, dragging upwards along her gaped lips. He held their mixed work in his maw, savouring the fluids before eagerly swallowing the mouthful.

The mouse's creamy cheeks were hot with shame, and embarrassment. The pressing nose, and the male's huff against her privates, temporarily brought her out of her pheromone induced stupor. The terrifying realization of her stolen maidenhood, and the invading cocks stuffing her holes, was enough to elicit a fresh new wave of tears. She cried silently, letting the salty water cascade down against the hips of the humping cat.

Abbadon was getting close. The heat of her throat, and the dragging of his sensitive barbs against her wet inner flesh, was enough to send him spiraling to the edge much sooner than he would have preferred. But, the female was theirs for as long as they wanted her, or however long she stayed lucid and tight. He might as well fill her maw with his seed, that was her new reason for existing, after all.

She was now his toy, or rather, a shared toy, but he didn't mind mating females with his older brother. Their bond, and family, were strong. This only cemented their trust, and platonic love. He couldn't deny how arousing it was to see his brother push inside this unwilling female. The sounds, and his brother's scent mixed with their young toy. It was exhilarating, and he wanted more. Now that his brother had his tongue pushing inside the dripping pussy of the mouse, he couldn't take his eyes off the obscene act, watching intently as he pushed his length back into the throat of the mouse, hilting her roughly. He moaned, shoving his hips forward, pressing her wet nose against the inner most reaches of his musky crotch fur. His first strands of hot cum painted the back of her throat. Her eyes widened, the sudden heat made he want to shove away from the cat, but he held her in place. His claws dug in at the base of her ears, holding her tight as his cock throbbed inside her throat, unloading thick strands of potent cat cum.

Azazel had similar thoughts, his eyes taking casual glances at his brother's handy work, and the length that shoved between the mouse's lips. Such moments were undoubtedly arousing, sensual, and intimate. The two brothers weren't afraid of their bodies, nor were they scared to enjoy each others, especially in moments such as these. The feelings became more profound when he moved up from the mouse's pussy once he heard his brother make a familiar sound. He caught the delightful sight just as his brother unloaded his first couple shots into her maw. He purred, watching with pride as the mouse struggled against his brother's load. His paw moved down to his own newly invigorated cock, stroking it back and forth as he watched him finish his climactic orgasm. Azazel was close too, driven even further by the sight of his brother's cum seeping around the mouse's lips. He couldn't stand it anymore, his edging antics were cast aside, and his twitching member was slammed back inside her soaking wet pussy.

The thick cum that dominated her senses threatened to make her sick, but the taste, and the intensity of the moment got the best of her. The pheromones, and her unwanted sexual desire, spurred her into a realm of euphoria. The scent of his cum, his intimate taste, the heat that traveled down her throat, and ceaseless humping against her sloppy sex. It was too much for the young girl.

She shuddered, vibrating the still unloading cock in her throat with powerful moans. His thrusting length pushed against the deepest parts of her claimed femininity. Her submissive female instincts all screamed in unison, all begging the cat to breed her, to pump her full of pups! She willingly pressed her rump up against his opposing weight, grinding, and swaying.

The mouse's arousal, and her clear want, propelled Azazel's ego to new heights. Their primal dance came to a stunning crescendo. His balls tensed, and his cock was slammed to the deepest hilt. He came, pulsing out thick strands of hot seed, staining her deepest walls white. Her pussy walls clamped down in a vice like grip, milking his member for everything it could give.

Abbadon pulled his shaft from her maw, letting her moan loudly in orgasmic pleasure. Her shuddering lower lips squirted around the hilted cock, soaking Azazel's crotch fur with her first orgasm. Her cum dripped to the ground, pooling beneath the two joined bodies, which was swiftly joined by a trail of white. Azazel filled her to the brim, and still had more to give. With each pump, more of his cum with spill from her used cunt, dripping down in a large stream.

The mouse panted against the caring caress from Abbadon's soft paws. She rode the last waves of her orgasm in his embrace, his fluid covered cock still against her face. New feelings surged through her, confusing, warm feelings. The male's had gotten what they wanted, but now they treated her with kindness, and care.

Abbadon's paws stroked and kneaded at her sensitive ears. A generous comforting gesture, one that she took readily. She even returned the favor, nosing his length back against her maw where she gently licked his sensitive member clean. She swallowed the fluids the two had made together, her eyes looking up to meet his while the last of her orgasmic throes dissipated.

Azazel pulled his shaft slowly out of her spasming pussy, letting it slide out with pleasing sloppiness. He grinned devilishly as he watched his cum spill from her gaping cream filled cunt.

The poor mouse couldn't hold herself up any longer, flopping over, belly to the ground, legs spread. Her tongue lolled from her maw in true ahegao fashion. Her body felt numb all over, soaked, and sticky, but above all else, she felt satisfied.

A fire doused, nerves calmed.

She would have fallen asleep against the cum soaked blankets if weren't for the two cats looming over her. Renewed predatory grins plastered against their features. They had switched places, and now Abbadon poked curiously at her loosened rear end with a couple digits.

Her trials weren't over yet.

A/N: Leave a comment if you want. I'll be taking suggestions for the next short story.