{"sf1_id":145075,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Crasta - A True Lust Story - Chapter 1(Lion)","author":"Crasta","words":2675,"posted_at":"2010-05-10T05:29:00.000Z","tags":["Crasta","Creampie","Forced Sex","Hardcore","Lion","M/F","Rape","Rough","Sex","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/145075-crasta-a-true-lust-story-chapter-1-lion","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/145075","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=145075\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Damn the sun was hot. I looked up covering my eyes wishing the sun \u0026nbsp;  \nwould just disappear for 10 minutes. I was dressed light. A white tank \u0026nbsp;  \ntop and some tight white athletic shorts. I thought it would be a nice \u0026nbsp;  \nmorning for a early run, guess I was wrong. Luckily I took precautions \u0026nbsp;  \nand wasn't wearing any underwear, being sweaty was enough. The last \u0026nbsp;  \nthing I wanted was a tight string riding up my ass crack and a sticky \u0026nbsp;  \nbra refusing to give any support at all.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nSouth Africa really can kick your ass if you don't know what you're \u0026nbsp;  \ndoing. Luckily I do, I'm a Cape Lion. Sure there wasn't many of us \u0026nbsp;  \nleft, but that wasn't our fault. It was the damn poachers, but that's \u0026nbsp;  \na different story.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI'm at a light jog at this point, on two legs. I just didn't have the \u0026nbsp;  \nbody for dashing on all fours anymore. Most animals walk on two legs \u0026nbsp;  \nnow anyway. Ever since I turned 14 I just lost the light, fit body I \u0026nbsp;  \nhad. Don't get me wrong, I'm strong, I'm just not small anymore. Anyway \u0026nbsp;  \nI'm on a path I pretty much made myself from jogging the same path \u0026nbsp;  \nalmost every morning and although it's hot as hell it's also pretty \u0026nbsp;  \nas hell, or I guess I should say heaven. The scorching sun is giving \u0026nbsp;  \nthe plains this golden glow and the nearby water pool is glistening. \u0026nbsp;  \nThis all distracted me so much that I tripped on a small hole in the \u0026nbsp;  \nground landing chest first. You haven't felt pain until you've landed \u0026nbsp;  \nchest first when they take the whole force.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Fuck!\" I yelled as I sat up. \"I knew I should of worn that fucking \u0026nbsp;  \nbra!\" my shirt had torn on the rough path I was on and spots of \u0026nbsp;  \nred were starting to peak under my dark orange fur. \"Godammit!\" \u0026nbsp;  \nI took off my torn up top as I sat in the dust cloud I made from my \u0026nbsp;  \nfall. It started to sting. \"Last time I'm going braless... Jesus that \u0026nbsp;  \nhurts.\" I thought to myself as I lifted my right boob and began to \u0026nbsp;  \nlick my wound about two inches above my pale pink nipple.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nThe sun felt great. It almost calmed my stinging boob. The saliva on \u0026nbsp;  \nthe wound felt cool in the intense heat. I had completely forgot I was \u0026nbsp;  \nin public and shot my head around looking for anyone. No one. All by \u0026nbsp;  \nmyself. My legs started feeling the aftermath of running 4 miles \u0026nbsp;  \nstraight. My thighs started burning, but it was a soothing burn. I dug \u0026nbsp;  \nmy toes into the dirt and felt the coolness of it. I closed my eyes \u0026nbsp;  \nand learned back feeling the full effect of the sun. The rug burn had \u0026nbsp;  \nstarted to bleed and drip down onto my nipple. The cool blood woke me \u0026nbsp;  \nof my day dreaming and got me right back to sucking on my boob. I \u0026nbsp;  \nstood up, picked up my torn shirt and started walking home.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Hey!\" I slammed the door open. \"Where are the damn bandaids?\" almost \u0026nbsp;  \nhalf expecting an answer from someone who wasn't there. I lived alone \u0026nbsp;  \nand watched a lot of TV, Cape lions were expected to be able to handle \u0026nbsp;  \nthemselves when they turned 13. There really wasn't much to do in the \u0026nbsp;  \npart of South Africa I lived in. I had no friends at school mainly \u0026nbsp;  \nbecause I was the only of my kind. I didn't mind, I didn't care. I \u0026nbsp;  \npicked up the bandaids and stretched one over my bright pink scar. I \u0026nbsp;  \nflipped on the TV and fell into the chair. I looked down at myself. I \u0026nbsp;  \nstill had my running cloths on. The torn tank top, the tight shorts. I \u0026nbsp;  \nhad been sweating so much that my nipples were showing through my tank \u0026nbsp;  \ntop. I wondered of anyway saw me walk home. Oh well. I pinched a small \u0026nbsp;  \nbit of my shorts and lifted them from my fur, it might as well of been \u0026nbsp;  \nglued to me. I need to stop kidding myself and buy the right size \u0026nbsp;  \nshorts. I reclined the chair and just stared down my body between my \u0026nbsp;  \nboobs inspecting every inch of myself completely ignoring the TV. My \u0026nbsp;  \nabs have really developed. They looked good. Sexy too. My thighs were \u0026nbsp;  \nbig, but muscular. Not too bad I thought, still have some fat to burn \u0026nbsp;  \nthough. More cushin' for the pushin' I though and giggled to myself. \u0026nbsp;  \nMy eyes locked with a dogs on the TV. She almost looked straight into \u0026nbsp;  \nme and screamed \"Fuck Yes! Stuff every inch of my fucking wet tight \u0026nbsp;  \npussy!\" I almost jumped and scrambled for the remote and muted the TV. \u0026nbsp;  \nI had forgot to turn off the DVD player and left my porn on. I started \u0026nbsp;  \nlaughing at myself for being so stupid. I was so tired from the \u0026nbsp;  \nrunning. I shut off the DVD player, ejected my special movie and \u0026nbsp;  \ntucked it away under the cushin in my recliner. I stood up and smiled \u0026nbsp;  \nat my silliness for hiding porn in a house I lived in by myself. The \u0026nbsp;  \nfatigue hit me real hard and I just wanted to lay down. I grab the \u0026nbsp;  \nbottom of my tank top with both hands and slowly lifted it off taking \u0026nbsp;  \ncare not to touch my bandaid. I threw it onto the floor thinking to \u0026nbsp;  \nmyself I'll get it later. I stuck my thumbs into the sides of my \u0026nbsp;  \nshorts and slowly but surely, with quite a bit of effort, lowered my \u0026nbsp;  \nshorts to my knees and let them drop the rest of the way to the floor. \u0026nbsp;  \nI stepped out of them and stretched out wide and yawned. The \u0026nbsp;  \nbreeze from the fan had cooled my thighs. I layed down on my left side \u0026nbsp;  \nand gently found a nice position on my fully reclined arm chair \u0026nbsp;  \nwithout hurting my now pulsing wound. The coach pillow will have to do \u0026nbsp;  \nfor now.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nA cool spot had struck me right in my lower spine and my groggy eyes \u0026nbsp;  \npeeked open and saw it was already dark out. Had I really slept all \u0026nbsp;  \nafternoon? I thought. \"God, what a waste of a day.\" I mumbled to \u0026nbsp;  \nmyself. The cool spot started it's way up my spine and was now right \u0026nbsp;  \nbelow my shoulder blades. I also noticed I was sleeping on my chest. \u0026nbsp;  \nStrange, I don't usually sleep like this I thought. The spot hadn't \u0026nbsp;  \nreally bothered me but it had started getting warm, and I felt like \u0026nbsp;  \nrolling over, but I felt heavy and unable to turn. I took a deep \u0026nbsp;  \nbreath and fully opened my eyes and looked into the mirror in front of \u0026nbsp;  \nme. The spot was a dark hand. The dark hand belonged to a Wolf. \"What \u0026nbsp;  \nthe fuck!\" I tried sitting up but he was stronger than I thought. It \u0026nbsp;  \nwas dark and I couldn't see him clearly. I saw a grin show up on his \u0026nbsp;  \nface and his bright silver teeth reflected off the street light from \u0026nbsp;  \noutside. \"who the fuck is this? I don't know any wolves.\" I pondered. \u0026nbsp;  \nI got a good grip of the arms on my chair and lifted with all my force. No dice. \u0026nbsp;  \nJust of one his hand was enough. I was a 185 pound, 6' 1'', 17 year \u0026nbsp;  \nold lion and I couldn't lift myself. \"What the fuck do you want you \u0026nbsp;  \ndick!\" I screamed at him. Nothing, he didn't answer. The look he had. \u0026nbsp;  \n\"Don't you fucking dare! I swear to god!\" I started to franticly try to \u0026nbsp;  \nlift up. He held me down with his whole arm leaning onto my back and he \u0026nbsp;  \nreached lower out of my view in the mirror.\u0026nbsp; \"You fucker! I'll kill \u0026nbsp;  \nyou!\" I wasn't in the best position to give threats but I wasn't about \u0026nbsp;  \nto beg to this perverted scumbag. His finger was surprising small. I \u0026nbsp;  \nfelt him slowly and gently rub his finger along the lips of my pussy. \u0026nbsp;  \n\"god dammit you fucking pervert!\" I had no power, I could do nothing \u0026nbsp;  \nbut watch my own patheticness in the mirror and see his expressions of \u0026nbsp;  \njoy hidden in darkness. First, one slipped in. He twisted it slowly, \u0026nbsp;  \npulled it out and licked it. \"Don't...\" His finger slowly went back \u0026nbsp;  \nin. His second finger joined a few seconds later. He started pumping \u0026nbsp;  \nthem slowly and pressed with all his weight onto my back. \"Fuck! Stop! \u0026nbsp;  \nYou're crushing my back!\" he pressed harder. He pulled his fingers out \u0026nbsp;  \nand grabbed my hair and pulled back. He leaned his head in and licked my neck \u0026nbsp;  \nslowly leaving a wet spot in my fur. He let go and my head flung \u0026nbsp;  \nforward. I was crying now. \"Please, don't do this to me. What have I \u0026nbsp;  \ndone?\". As if to taste me he licked from the back of my neck down to \u0026nbsp;  \nmy tail. \"Please... You were watching me run, weren't you?\" I saw him \u0026nbsp;  \nstare me in the eyes in the mirror and with one last grin it started. \u0026nbsp;  \nWithout warning he jammed all four of his fingers so far up my tight \u0026nbsp;  \nand now wet pussy I could help but scream. It was so painful. He \u0026nbsp;  \nviolently jabbed in and out as fast as he could. He turned his hand \u0026nbsp;  \nsideways and pushed with his full fist but couldn't get past his \u0026nbsp;  \nknuckles. \"Oh fuck! Please! Fuck! It hurts so fucking bad! I'm going \u0026nbsp;  \nto tear open! Please!\". I Started balling. It was so much intense \u0026nbsp;  \npain and he pushed with all the might that could hold me down now into \u0026nbsp;  \nmy stretched pussy. His fist was completely in. He lifted himself off \u0026nbsp;  \nmy back now knowing he had control of me. I couldn't move. I didn't \u0026nbsp;  \nhave the strength. He had, in 3 minutes, completely burned me out. \u0026nbsp;  \nPulling hard and fast he pull his hand out. His held up his hand and \u0026nbsp;  \nspread his fingers. My juices strung together between his fingers and \u0026nbsp;  \nhis hand was completely drenched. His grabbed my lower tail with his hand and \u0026nbsp;  \nI felt my own vaginal juices drip down my tail and down over my \u0026nbsp;  \nasshole. He lifted up and thrusted. It was huge. Bigger than his fist. \u0026nbsp;  \nIt didn't fit all the way in at first. I had already lost of voice \u0026nbsp;  \nscreaming in pain. The second push forced it so far into me I felt \u0026nbsp;  \nmy stomach turn. He moved it around inside me almost as if taunting \u0026nbsp;  \nme of what was to come. Like a Jack hammer giving short, slowly, \u0026nbsp;  \npowerful thrusts he pounded my pussy so hard my thighs had started to \u0026nbsp;  \ngo numb. He sped up quickly, an hour in he even started to look visibly \u0026nbsp;  \ntired because he was going so fast. I looked into the mirror and saw a \u0026nbsp;  \nsweat drenched, half alive, version of myself I have never seen before. His pulled my tail back toward his dick and pounded harder. My\u0026nbsp; ass was now burning bright red. My pussy drenched in pussy juice. My \u0026nbsp;  \nhands tearing away at my arm chair. My boobs pressed hard rubbing \u0026nbsp;  \nviolently against the chair. My hair a complete mess. My fur all \u0026nbsp;  \nfrizzled and drenched in sweat. I heard a noise. A light, almost high \u0026nbsp;  \npicture moan come from the wolf. He sped up faster than ever before. He \u0026nbsp;  \nstuffed a thumb in my ass hole and clinched. He pressed my head hard \u0026nbsp;  \ninto the pillow. I forced my eyes closed and clinched my teeth. The \u0026nbsp;  \npain was back and even the numbness wasn't hiding the intense force he \u0026nbsp;  \nwas putting out. He started moaning. Quietly at first, but later \u0026nbsp;  \nloudly and very gently. It didn't fit him at all, it sounded light and \u0026nbsp;  \nfull of true pleasure. Not violent or low pitched. No cursing. Just \u0026nbsp;  \nthis gentle but firm and loud moaning. With one last forceful stab he \u0026nbsp;  \npushed every inch of his dick and knot so far up I thought I was going \u0026nbsp;  \nto puke. It fired without warning. It shot deep and pierced me in \u0026nbsp;  \nevery inch of space I had. It instantly felt hot, steaming, and powerful. I \u0026nbsp;  \nfelt it reach the very inners of me, It then became too much. And \u0026nbsp;  \nstarting forcing itself back. There wasn't enough of me for all of \u0026nbsp;  \nit. Almost fighting for me it pushed him out of me so fast that I felt \u0026nbsp;  \nit shoot out of me and then stream out. The warmth soothed all my \u0026nbsp;  \npain. I felt so full, too full. He backed up into the dark panting \u0026nbsp;  \nloudly and leaned back on the wall admiring his master piece. For the \u0026nbsp;  \nfirst time I was able to turn and lock eyes with my \"enemy\". There was \u0026nbsp;  \nnow enough light coming in through the window to clearly see. It had \u0026nbsp;  \ntaken a fully 7 hours of nonstop pounding, pulling, jabbing, stabbing, \u0026nbsp;  \nslapping, clawing, squeezing, and spanking to get him off. He locked eyes with \u0026nbsp;  \nme. Only he, was a She. She had a fully figured body with perfect \u0026nbsp;  \nbreasts. Curves you only see on fake bodies. And ass like heaven \u0026nbsp;  \nitself. Eyes that pierced like a knife, bright ice blue. Dark black \u0026nbsp;  \nfur smooth and now shinning from all the sweat of the past hours. Her\u0026nbsp;  \ntongue hug low out of her mouth as he panted heavily. She broke and \u0026nbsp;  \nsmile and winked. I was speechless. I could hardly lift myself with \u0026nbsp;  \nmy arm. I looked down and I saw a limp, pulsing dick like none other. \u0026nbsp;  \nStill veins pressed out and knot fully revealed. A thick line of still \u0026nbsp;  \nwarm sticky cum still stretched a few inches between the tip of his \u0026nbsp;  \ndick and my warn out pussy. I looked down at myself. My bandaid was \u0026nbsp;  \ngone. So was my cut. I looked back up at her. It's her. She was the one who looked me \u0026nbsp;  \nin the eyes and said to me \"Stuff every inch of my fucking wet pussy.\" How in the world did she get here?  \nStaring her in the eyes for so long kept me from noticing that her \u0026nbsp;  \ndick and become fully erect again and he had stopped panting. She Grabbed \u0026nbsp;  \nmy tail, lifted high, threw my head down again, widened my pussy with \u0026nbsp;  \none hand, and threw herself at me once again.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI jumped up, fell to the floor. Grabbed my right boob in pain just to \u0026nbsp;  \ncause it too sting more. I stumbled to my feet and backed into \u0026nbsp;  \nthe mirror breathing heavily and sweating. It was still morning. I \u0026nbsp;  \nfelt just slightly tired. I grabbed my crouch. It felt fine, still \u0026nbsp;  \nclean and well kept like I always keep it. It was all a _nightmare_?\u0026nbsp;  \nEverything. The image of myself in the mirror was burned into my mind, \u0026nbsp;  \nI couldn't stop thinking about that look. That will NEVER happen to me I thought to myself, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a _dream_.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}