Brutally Taken by a Hippogriff

---

Every Thrust Against Her Will

She had not known that things would go as badly as they did when she left the house that day, breath sharp in her throat, the cold air prickling through her lungs. Kaylee stepped lightly, her tail swishing around her legs, though the anthro hippogriff was dressed lightly, considering the weather in the depths of winter. Thankfully, it didn't usually get that cold even on the edge of the mountains, being that Britain was an island.

The tufts of feathers above her ears were often mistaken for ears but, in the cold, they fluffed up and ruffled, taking a turn down a dark path, heading for home. She'd spent so much time at home lately that it should have felt good to be out and yet her muscles were tight and bunched, her stride short and clipped. The brown and tan feathers adorning the eagle part of her body, typically hippogriff-like with a strong, grey beak, pressed close to her body, striving to retain heat, but she knew she had to keep going. Her long trousers, coming down past her fetlocks, hid most of her equine half, though she knew it was there, even if people did often mistake her for a gryphon at times. It had stopped bothering her a while back.

Until that changed. Until everything changed, snow and ice crunching underfoot, whimpering softly.

"God, I hope I get back soon."

Everything took longer even in a light covering of snow, ice crystals crunching, breath frosting in the air. Maybe that was her downfall, maybe that was her undoing, or maybe the brute had been watching her for too long already.

He had no name that she would ever know, eyes following her from alleyway to alleyway, taking a short-cut that everyone knew was dangerous, though one could not blame the victim for what happened to them, not under any circumstances. The decision there was out of her clawed hands and well and truly in his - and he had made his choice.

The night air stilled, no one around. For a moment, Kaylee relaxed.

Yet the first she knew of her assailant was the heavy smack of his body into hers. For a moment, she thought she'd been tackled and knocked off her feet, but he'd yanked her up in his arms, clamping her beak shut with a heavy, gloved hand. The glove was so thick that she could not even have bitten through it if her beak had been free, though she still squealed and kicked, even as he hauled her off into a darker alley still. No one would hear her there, the sack of living meat thrown over his shoulder, her muffled cries and kicks all coming to no avail.

She tried to scream and scramble away as he dumped her down, the hard ground even back there frozen, rubbish strewn in wheelie bins, tipping over. It was no place for any soul to linger, not even someone who might have worked in the nearby buildings, but it was the perfect spot for the big, burly hippogriff to greedily lay claim and waste to yet another female. And all she'd been doing had been walking in just the wrong place at the wrong time. No one could have blamed Kaylee for that, and yet it all still happened to her.

_ _

No...

She tried to scream but all that came out was a wheeze, clawing at the ground, yet his body covered her in a moment. His beak came down on the back of her neck, holding her in place, and she could not help but instinctively freeze. Where was her scarf? She'd been sure she was wearing one and yet it was inexplicably gone, leaving her vulnerable, the hippogriff female knowing just as well as any other how strong that beak could be. His breath hissed over her, forced roughly through the nares on his beak, for bird-types like her did not pant through an open mouth.

Horror washed through her, breath catching, his hands greedily groping and squeezing, finding her tits even through multiple layers. While most anthros trimmed their claws to respectable levels, he sliced through her clothes with his, raggedly ripping and tearing, clawing at her like she had clawed to get away. Yet where was she meant to go when any move she made would render his sharp beak digging in past feather to flesh?

Survival. That was the only thought in her mind as he stripped her crudely of her clothes, lacking in any kind of method. The beastly hippogriff had to round his back to make room for his hands between her body and his, but she had no say in the matter, trying to squirm and finding her range of motion sorely limited. It was terrifying just how a bite to the back of her neck could immobilise her so, her hands still free, yet there was nothing she could do but bear through it. If she tucked herself away into a deep, dark corner of her mind, maybe she didn't have to think about it all that much.

Kaylee could hope. But that would not make it true.

He grunted and heaved as he pushed over her, Kaylee's whimpers meaning nothing to him. His hands closed roughly on her tits and she strove to weakly elbow him away without digging nay further pressure into her neck, though she may as well have done nothing at all. It was infantilising how easily he held her, grunting and puffing like the brute he was, showing her his muscle, the raw strength contained within him, without her even trying to find it.

Her bare buttocks pushed up as she tried to squirm away yet again, trousers ripped, though she had thought that the tougher fabric there would keep him out for longer. For there could only be one thing that he was after, if her purse and handbag had not caught his attention immediately, crooning over her with raw, dripping greed.

Saliva drooled into the feathers on the back of her neck but even that was not enough to sway her from the feel of something hard and rapidly growing pushing up against her backside. Her equine tail strove to clamp down, to keep him out at all costs, one little motion that she could do... Yet he knew what he craved too aptly to be forced away by such a thing. The tip of his dick drooled as it flexed and throbbed, hardening up naturally, the flatter head of it slick with his pre-cum, excitement obvious.

End preview.

_ _

_ _

_ _

_ _

_ _

Thank you for reading! This story is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!

Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1072659

Commiss.io:https://commiss.io/listings/Yvwg

Thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!

All new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!

@alismitsy

I am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.

arianmabe@gmail.com

If you liked this story, you may also enjoy...

Taken by the Demon-Stud: Punished and Bred by a Monster

Lisa knows that she should never have stolen from the demons that she worked for - well, everyone worked for them in one way or another. That much was true. But she'd thrown herself at a way out and pushed herself on to do it anyway, everything that she had ever worked for backfiring in her face all over again.

For he was coming for her, pushing her to obey, to submit, commanding dominance over every last tiny bit of her body. His dominion was absolute and there was no escaping the wrath of a demon as he bore over her, his fiery phallus seeking out her entrance to power through, harder and faster and deeper than ever before.

She'll never be the same again after being bred and taken.

Such is the way of a whore to the demons...

Trapped, Transformed and Taken: The Hunter Becomes a She-Wolf

Payback is sweet but only when it is doled out in the right way. A hunter seeks to kill anthro wolves and is trapped by their alpha, a peaceful sort that knows how to deliver due comeuppance. The hunter is not set to remain human for much longer as his skin shifts and his bones grind together, becoming a feral version of the wolves that he sought to hunt, helpless and whining and terribly in heat.

The pack is set loose and there is nowhere for the new she-wolf to go, running as quickly as her legs can carry her and keeping her head down against opposition...

They will catch her and have their way with her in the end.

Bred by Her Father: Pinned and Taken Against Her Will

The dark of the night is just when one should never open their eyes and this is true too for Sera, a vixen with a dark tail who reminds her father far, far too much of her mother for any sense of comfort. And a male can be driven to lusts untold under the influence, lusting and wanting for something that he can never again have for his own, drunken and craven, desire ruling him. A female could be too but it is easier for a male to stoke that fire, tell himself that it is all fine and well, that she was "asking for it", "wanting it"...even if all his daughter was doing was sleeping in bed at the time.

No matter. Nothing matters. Her virgin body will soon be no more as he takes her, stripping her of her innocence even as he takes her into a new world entire as a fertile vixen...

Please note that this story contains non-consensual incest between adult characters for fantasy purposes only.

Virgin Sacrifice: Taken by the Horse Lord

When a mare is chosen to sacrifice to the horse lord, there is little that can be done and Bwci is very much an unwilling sacrifice, twisting and writhing and fighting every step of the way as she is taken before the Horse Lord in all his might. Strapped down in tight bondage, the virgin mare's rump is raised for him, an anthro in the prime of her breeding life ripe to be taken in the most carnal way possible.

The only question is whether her plump and virile little body will survive the breeding, stretching around his massive length and girth, or whether her screams will be heard back in the village... Untold pleasure awaits in the hooves of the Horse Lord, but even that pleasure comes with a price of breeding!