Tied and Forced to Breed
_ Author's notes: I go through these gender phases. One day I like females and the other males. I wrote this just at the end of one of the former and then got bored of it. But, I'm guessing it'll provide for good enough pawing, so while the ending may seem somewhat rushed, I will submit it nontheless. Enjoy! (hopefully <.<)_
Ayash woke up in a rather strange setting. Well, strange and strange, but it certainly wasn't what he expected. First of all he was tied in a spread-eagled position on a rather filthy bed. He compulsively strained against the ropes around his wrists, well-trained feline muscles flexing as he tried to break them, to no avail. With a loud growl he arched his back and tried again with all the panicked fury he could summon. The wooden structure of the bed sounded like it cracked somewhat, but nothing moved, and finally he slumped back down onto the mattress, panting heavily, striped chest heaving up and down. What was this place? And more importantly, why was he here?
He examined his surroundings, and being a tiger, had no trouble doing so even in the dim lighting. Everything seemed fairly generic. The walls had pictures and posters of various rock stars and actors on them, on the desk at the other side of the room he saw a couple of plushies wordlessly staring at him, most likely laughing inside at his puzzlement. In short it looked like a very normal girl's room. That was about as far as he was going to with "what?" so he focused on the other part of the question.
Why was here here? Last night had been... like every other night. No wild partying, no... oh yes. He had been at home when someone had knocked on the door. He went to open it and... what? Ayash tried to force himself to remember. Who was it? He remembered a female shape, something being sprayed onto his face, and then the painful memory of his muzzle hitting the floor. In other words he had effectively been kidnapped. This made no sense, of course, considering his family was poor and wouldn't be able to afford any large ransoms, nor could he think of any other possible reason for whatever deviant to do this. But it was someone he had met before... the name was on the tip of his tongue, as-
The door to the room opened. "Ayash!" The leopard cried out happily. "I see you're awake now. Good." the gleeful chirp of her voice was unmistakable. It was Junie, a leopard from his class at school.
"Junie..." Ayash growled, mildly amused. "What the hell?" Ayash was actually proud of how he emphasized that statement, his words could have crushed tiny rabbits under them with that weight.
"As if you didn't know, cutie..." she murred, shaking her head mockingly. "I've seen how you look at me in class, how obvious it is that you want my body but are just afraid to ask."
What did she just say? None of this made sense. Ayash hadn't exactly been admiring Junie much at all, and stated this.
"Still shy, are we? You'll have to get over that if you're going to be a good father." she said with a smirk.
The tiger's jaw dropped open, expression as if he had just watched some kittens die and had a bucket of cold water dumped on him. He had the eyes you'd find in the dictionary under "wide", and his cheeks were burning red with anger.
"I'm not going to be a father of anything, you disgusting bitch. And I swear if you aren't letting me go this very instan- GH!" he was cut short as Junie deftly slipped a gag over his muzzle and tied it behind his helplessly wrenching head. That was the end of his protesting, the rest only muted cursing and unintelligible noises. With a lick at the side of Ayash' muzzle, she withdrew from him, and took a long, good look at her prey. "Yes... quite strong too. And you know you want to just bury that barbed cock of yours so deep in me and plant your seed in my womb..." she almost-whispered huskily.
As angry as he was, those words sent a surge through his groin. This just made him angrier, and he shook his head from side to side trying to scream out how Junie's family was going to find body parts scattered all over town if he wasn't released this instant. These words, of course, never reached the heat-addled female besides him. She unbuttoned her shirt first, letting it fall to the ground. Not wearing anything underneath, her furry mounds of flesh were exposed, and Ayash felt his gaze be drawn towards them. She kneaded them softly.
"Imagine how my these are going to swell as my belly swells with your kittens, cutie, and try telling me you don't want to see that..."
Completely against his will, the evil little leopard's words were turning him on, even if not visibly yet. He could feel a familiar glow in his loins and crotch. Along with the added visuals as Junie let her skirt fall as well, revealing her obviously-wet slit to him, had their effects even through his enraged mind. From the puffiness of her outer lips Ayash concluded she must have either been fingering herself earlier or that she was very badly affected by her heat. Or perhaps both, she was clearly out of her mind. As he watched with morbid fascination, she rubbed her paw against the wet snatch, a little drop of her juices falling down to the floor, and much more sticking to her paw - which she promptly rubbed against the tiger's nose.
As much as he tried to fight. with his mouth filled by the gag, he had no choice but to eventually inhale the scent of her heat. A very primal musk, it affected him exactly in the intended way. The feral part of his mind very much recognized the smell and didn't want to waste an opportunity. With a throb his tigerhood started to extend from it's sheath, quickly and unwillingly half-way hard. Junie kept alternating between rubbing herself and Ayash' muzzle, while lustily caressing her breasts with the other paw. The poor tiger could only watch and feel as his body was getting ready for mating her, each beat of his heart causing his cock to fill with blood a bit more, get a big longer and a bit harder.
And he did try his best to prevent this reaction, but then Junie climbed on top of him with seldom-seen catlike grace. Her puffy vagina was only a few inches above his face, and kept dripping it's nectar on his face. "Let's get you ready, my lover..." the leopard moaned, and the next thing Ayash felt was her warm and wet muzzle engulf his feline cock completely, the silky insides of her maw caressing the tender flesh. He felt himself harden quickly, barbs swelling as she licked his sides, jolts of pleasure shooting through him. In no time he was fully erect inside the female's mouth, and he instinctively pushed his hips upwards no matter what his thinking mind told him. "See?" she crooned, pulling off his now-ready cock with a pop, a string of precum connecting her lips to the tip for the longest time before breaking. "You're so eager to fill me with your seed... you cock is already dripping. Let's not let this go to waste and put it where it belongs intead..."
She turned around on top of him and he could only moan in protest into his saliva-soaked muzzle. She was soon facing him, straddling his body, and his iron-hard cock was pointing like an arrow at her opening. She grasped it, placed it at the entrance to her wet, quivering nest, and looking the captive tiger directly in the eyes, whispered, "It's time for the breeding..."
She lowered herself onto him, and he penetrated her fully. The sensation of her silky smooth vagina so tight around his hard cock was incredible, and each movement she made caused him to release more precum. He gasped for air, breathless with the sensation. This was the first time she had ever been inside a female without some kind of protection, and it was so impossibly smooth and warm. His mind was cloudy with arousal, infected by her strong heat, he was very close to simply succumbing to his instincts. She rose and sunk on his throbbing spear, and he moaned out loud, thrusting his tigerhood deeper into her. The glow in his groin had intensified to a raging fire that he needed to extinguish, and the only thing that would, was his seed as it would course through his length.
Her next movements were agonizingly slow as she gyrated her hips while fucking him, paws on her chest as she fantasized about feeding Ayash' cubs. "Come on my tiger, let go... do what your body wants, plant your seed inside me, fill me with your hot, sticky cum and make my flat belly swell with your kittens. Just let it go, that's the way nature intended it to be. Imagine the pleasure as you pump your semen into me..." she chanted with a feverish tone of voice.
Ayash was very, very close to doing just that. Seeing her bounce up and down on his hardness like that, so eager to have his seed, was driving him mad with lust, and he was by now thrusting against her as hard as he could. His balls, heavy and swollen with cum, were getting ready to do their job, and the way her contracting insides were milking him was nothing less than euphoric. He did indeed want to cum - just not inside her, anywhere else but where she wanted. But would it be so bad, really? With the amount of precum she already had squeezed out him she might very well be pregnant already, how much difference would a full load of his seed make? Ah, maybe a big one, but he was too far gone to care.
And so he did as she coaxed him to, gave into his instincts. A few hard thrusts later he buried himself up to the hilt inside her. She watched as his pupils dilated, an expression of utter primal euphoria flushing over him, and how every muscle in his body seemed to flex. He let himself go, and as the soothing balsam that was his cum surged upwards through his shaft, he felt the purest bliss conceivable. He came harder than ever before, whimpering mindlessly as he ejaculated, more and more of his seed squirted into her through his pulsing shaft, erupted of of the tip and coated her vaginal walls in his potent essence.
She felt this too, and as she felt herself becoming wetter and slicker with his seed, she orgasmed as well, her tight tunnel gripping his cock so very hard, rhythmic contractions making each squirt of cum bigger and stronger, sucking every drop deeper into her, closer to it's destination. Both were just laying there, twitching and humping each other as feral beasts, as mindless jelly of pleasure, his only concern being to empty all he had insider her, and hers to make sure not a single drop of it was wasted. Finally the leopard collapsed on top of him, letting out a long, content sigh of pleasure, still squeezing his cock with her inner muscles, even though the spurts of cum had now decrease to a dribble. She rubbed her tummy gently, a dreamish look on her face. Ayash was strangely happy with everything, even finding himself hoping that his seed would do it's job. Surprisingly, he hadn't started to go soft at all, and this didn't go unnoticed by his tormentor.
"Would we need another load of your sticky cum just to make sure it works? Sure seems like you're eager to deliver it... could I untie you perhaps? After all, the damage is done, and relieving some more of that horrible pressure in me couldn't hurt any more..." she asked with a grin, and Ayash could only nod. Very slowly she moved on top of him, not getting off his breeding tool for a single second, and untied him, first legs and then arms, and last, the gag. He lied there, completely still for a moment, considering the possibilites. He had indeed already shot so much cum inside her that it would be a wonder if she didn't get pregnant. On the other hand he wanted to kill her in a most bloody fashion. But despite his massive orgasm earlier, his balls still felt full and swollen, begging for another chance to empty their load inside this willing cat. With no reason to deny them, Ayash figured the killing could wait.
He grabbed her by the waist, pushed her backwards down onto the bed, withdrew almost all the way and then let himself sink into her sweet wetness again, savoring every moment of having her unprotected slit so tightly wrapped around him. The sensation as he rutting against her again was exquisite, the previous orgasm only having made him more sensitive, magnifying the feelings, and within minutes he was dripping precum again. "Ohh, hm, yes... shoot another load your tiger seed inside me... make me feel all warm and slick... breed me like some feral bitch..." she moaned, half with pleasure and half with happiness. That was exactly what he was doing, his long but fast strokes intended only for that one purpose. As his barbed cock slid in and out of her, there was a wet squishing sound and some of his previous load was pushed out by the pressure, dribbling down onto her ass and the bed. With his tongue hanging out like some dog's, the tiger's expression was one of single-minded, concentrated pleasure. It felt so deeply right to just keep impaling her again and again, fully concentrated on breeding the leopard below him, who was unintelligbly gurgling with pleasure and urging him to go on. She was frantically clawing at his back, trying to hold him as close as possible for the orgasm.
And that didn't last long. There it was again, the blissful pleasure he had felt previously, as Ayash thrust deep into her and felt his cock contract, knowing that each pulse, each twitch, filled her up more, made it likelier that she would carry his cubs. He threw his head back with a roar, letting his testicles empty inside her as they lay there, rested against her soft genitial fur. The leopard herself didn't cum again but still went deeper and deeper into euphoria with each squirt she felt inside her, the warmth spreading deeper and deeper throughout her being, and passed out from the sheer pleasure, darkness enveloping her addled mind.
Ayash kept rutting into her for a few more moments, and then withdrew, a gush of his seed and her juices following his cock as it left her. With instincts he didn't think he had, he leaned down and licked his finally-retracting cock clean of the mixed liquids it was coated in, some brief pain startling him as his coarse, raspy tongue cleaned his over-sensitive member. Then he focused, again, on the smaller leopard. Finally recovering from the daze she had put him into, the anger and hate were returning as the fog cleared. At first he was going to strangle her right on the spot for raping him so, but a better, and more justified idea was born in his mind. Quickly, he positioned her unconscious body onto the bed, spread-eagled as he had been, and tied her with the very same ropes, making sure they were almost tight enough to cut off the blood to her paws, but not quite so. Lastly, he slipped the still-soaked gag into her muzzle and fastened it behind her head.
Stepping back to behold his work, he noticed his clothes were on the floor, where he had been previously unable to see them. After getting dressed, he turned off the lights in the room and left, closing the door behind him with a broad, malicious grin on his face. It'd take quite long for them to find her, if they did. Despite how it has seemed at first, it had been, all in all, a good day.
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