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A little story that I wrote for my beautiful wife, LordoftheTroglodytes. Sunna and Angie belong to her. Faruk is mine. Please, enjoy the story and art.

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Faruk slammed his hand against the trunk of a nearby tree as he watched the deer rush away from him, unable to catch up to the swift cervine. He bent over, whining softly while panting heavily, his stomach fighting against him. It rumbled with a mix of discomfort from the rapid sprinting and from the pangs of hunger that caused his stomach to try and eat itself. He felt himself gag, and the coyote gave a dry heave before righting himself back up, pulling his fist away from the tree as he stood upright.

Another unsuccessful hunt. He swore as he panted heavily, and looked around for his spear. He kept swearing as he thought about how this meant that he'd have another night of stewed nettles. His mouse may have tolerated it, but Faruk despised the dish. It reminded him of his place in the pack. A fucking omega. Forced to live at the edge of his tribe, unable to join in their hunts and parties, and maybe able to get a few of the scraps and bones to make a thin stew if they were feeling particularly generous. After he'd captured his last slave out from under the noses of rest of the raiding party, they hadn't been feeling rather generous.

He found his spear buried in a trunk of a tree, and carefully pulled it out as to prevent the obsidian head from snapping. He took a moment, observing the tip, and found it in fortuitously good condition. At least that was one thing that had gone his way this day. He took a breath in, and steadied himself some, ignoring the constant pangs of hunger that gnawed at his belly. He still had some jerky stowed away, keeping it for a stormy day. He could use a bit of that tonight to compliment the stew.

His mind began to wander as he stowed away his spear, and instead began foraging for herbs and roots to make his night a bit more bearable. He thought about how it would be nice to be back in his own bed again, and how he'd be able to not spend another lonely night out in the wilds. His mind drifted to his calico cat and his golden furred mouse, his two most prized possessions. He'd taken the mouse captive almost a year back, and the cat a month ago. His cock began to throb as he thought of stuffing their tight cunts. Yes, he wouldn't let tonight be a complete waste.

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Sunna shivered in the cave, whimpering softly as she curled up on the moss mattress of her bed. She was afraid. So very afraid. She shook, not from cold, but from fear. Faruk would be home tonight or tomorrow, and she shivered at the thoughts of what he'd do to her.

She was in heat.

She whimpered as she pressed her muzzle into the mattress, muffling her soft crying. Her pussy was red and ready for mounting, and while her body begged to be taken, her mind railed at the thought. She didn't want to get bred. The thought of bearing the pup of her beastly captor filled her with dread deeper than she'd known before, only equaled by the moment that the coyote had stolen her away from her family and taken her virginity.

There would be no way that he wouldn't breed her and impregnate her. She sobbed softly, and tried to bury her face deeper into the mattress. Her body shook again as her sex throbbed with defiant need, and it felt too much to take.

Behind her, Angie stoked their fire, grimacing slightly at the sounds coming from Sunna. She felt sorry for the little mouse. She couldn't imagine how scared she must be feeling, but she knew that sooner or later, she'd find out. At least she had the advantage that she actually enjoyed sex and taking a knot. Sunna, on the other hand, had only known rape for her entire time of having sex. She looked over at her "sister", feeling compassion and pity for the mouse. She wished that she knew her language so she could communicate with her better, to be able to comfort her and get her mind off of things...

However, her ears caught the sound of someone walking towards the cave, and her ears flattened. Even if she did know the language, there would have been no way to console the mouse now.

Sunna also heard the footsteps, and she curled up into a tight little ball. Her crying grew louder as she knew what was coming. There was no hiding. There was no running. She would be getting knocked up.

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Faruk smiled as he saw his cave. His body was stinging from walking for so long, and he longed for his bed and cock warmers. Soon. So soon. He continued onwards, the pep in his step picking up as he neared his cave. The thoughts in his head overrode the pain in his limbs and the pangs of hunger in his stomach.

As he got close to the entrance, however, he stopped. The scent coming from his cave was enticing, instantly making his cock grow hard, pushing his loincloth to the side. Someone was in heat. He drew in a long breath, taking the scent through his body. His cock slid out fully, his knot inflating some. It was definitely Sunna. He smiled. It seemed that today would not be such a waste after all.

He walked into the cave, unlocking the cage that he'd made to keep his two slaves captive. Sunna let out a wailing sob as he opened the cage, and his calico cat, Angie, laid her ears back, saying something in her strange language. Faruk approached the cat, laying down the ingredients for the stew at her feat. "make us stew, slave." He growled, before glancing over at Sunna. "I have a busy night tonight."

Angie nodded, despite the cat understanding very little of her captor's language. The meaning was clear enough for her. She looked over at Sunna, watching the mouse try to disappear into the mattress as their master approached her.

Faruk towered over the mouse, despite being slight and small for a coyote. His mouth moved into a smile as he gazed down at Sunna with a sneer. "Well now, my little slave. It looks like you are needing some attention tonight." He huffed, his leer becoming even more lustful. His cock had fully pushed aside his loincloth, and stood erect and ready to breed the trembling mouse, his knot angrily throbbing with desire.

"P...Please no, m...master" Sunna managed to whimper. The frightened mouse peeked up at her master behind her arm, her petite body trying to curl up further, wanting to get away from what she knew would be coming. Faruk knelt over her, a hand going to the nape of her neck. Sunna let out a terrified squeak as he grabbed the her nape and pulled her to face him, tears of fear already starting to roll down her cheeks. "Ple....please... I'll do anything!... just d... don't breed... breed me!" she begged as Faruk forced her to look at them.

Faruk pinned the golden mouse down beneath me. "You'll do as I say." He growled, grabbing Sunna's loin cloth and pulling it from her, making her cry out in fear. "I'm going to fill you with pups, and you can either be obedient, or scream the entire time." He pushed his cock up against Sunna's tight entrance, panting slightly as the scent of her heat filled his nostrils, making fresh blood fill his cock. He throbbed with need, and as it pushed up against her, he felt her juices begin to soak his cock.

He grinned at the wet tightness of his slave. "See? Even your body wants my pups." He growled, pushing his face closer to the mouse. She squirmed, her legs kicking as she tried to get away from him, but he was much too large and strong, and all she could do was grind against the cock that was threatening to breed her, drenching it with the juices that spilled from her rebellious body. She didn't want this, but her instinct was begging for his seed.

"Please!" She nearly screamed as she felt his cock rub up against her. "Don't breed me!" Tears were flowing freely now as the fear set in. This was happening. Her deepest fears were becoming reality. In response to her begging, Faruk growled. "I guess I'll just have to have my own fun, then!" he said angrily. He flipped the mouse over, causing her to shriek out in terror, a shriek that only grew in intensity as Faruk grabbed the mouse's arms and pulled them behind her.

"NO!! PLEASE!! I.... I CAN'T!" Sunna screamed, struggling against the coyote. She kicked and tugged, trying to get free from his hands. It was no use, and she felt her blood run chill as leather rope was tied around her hands and arms, capturing the mouse. She shrieked out in growing terror.

Angie's ears flattened as she tried to ignore what was going on. She had learned that trying to help her "sister" would only end up making it worse for them both. She grimaced and whimpered softly as she saw Faruk leash his mouse, knowing that the mouse would be knocked up. She felt disgusted and enraged at her powerlessness. She was a doctor, meant to help others. All she could do right now was to just keep her head low and make the meal that her new master had demanded, lest he tied her up as well and was rough with her.

Faruk grabbed the leash that he had attached to Sunna, and pulled the mouse up onto her feet, standing up with her. "Now, my pet, you are going to take my seed." Faruk growled. Sunna screamed and kicked as the coyote pulled her back, lifting the mouse off the ground as he tugged on her leash. The leash tugged at Sunna's throat, cutting off the frightened mouse's crying as he pulled that heated sex of her's back onto his cock. It instantly welcomed his cock, despite him being far too large for the mouse. He pushed in with a grunt, forcing it into her tightness until his knot hit her cunt, the bulb to large to enter the mouse at the moment. He growled as he felt her latch down on his flesh, her tight tunnel squeezing and milking instantly at his cock.

For Sunna, her misery was only beginning. The feeling of being impaled by her master's large member made her cry, and she tried to scream out, but the tugging of her leash cut it off, making her make pained gasps and gurgled cries. The worst thing is that there was a small part of her being which begged for more, that loved the cock that was raping her, that begged her to be a good little bitch for her master, and to milk his seed. That voice grew as she felt his cock begin to move in and out, giving the instinctual part of her brain the feedback that it needed. Each time his knot smacked against her, her subconsciousness begged for more, while every ounce of her spirit begged for the assault to stop.

It was like time paused as he thrust in that first time, her mind breaking in two. The feral side needed more, and rewarded her master by making her body milk his cock. Her conscious side fought back, making her squirm, kick, and try to pull herself off, but there was no escape. Her tied up hands ripped against the leather ropes, but could do little. Her legs dangled above the ground, lifted off by her master pulling her into his thrusts, making her kick at the air, her efforts to escape wasted.

Faruk, however, was in heaven. His slave might have been screaming, but he couldn't have cared less. While her voice begged him not to take her, her body responded to his thrusts by pushing against his knot, by squeezing his every sensitive inch. Her juices bathed his red member and knot, readying it to be thrust inside her tightness.

"STOP!!!! P...PLEASE!!!!" Sunna managed to scream, using what little air she could get while getting pulled onto her master's cock. She didn't want this! Why was this happening? Why was she cursed? In response, Faruk only picked up his speed. His knot hammered against her, and his size made her belly ache with each thrust, the outline of his cock observable as it moved in and out of the much to small mouse. The worst thing was the pleasure that was beginning to spread with the pain of the fucking, like little sharp lightning strikes moving up and down her spine. She screamed again and tried again in vain to get free.

Angie could do nothing but watch. She glanced back at her sister, and felt her remorse grow as Faruk fucked her harder and harder, making the little mouse bounce up and down his red dick. She watched as his member disappeared into Sunna, making her cry again and again with each rapid thrust, and watched as his knot began to spread her tight lower lips. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, but knowing that this time he was going to impregnate the mouse made it feel more violent and vile.

Faruk jerked as he bounced the mouse on his hips. His hand dug into her hip, while his other hand pulled the leash harder and harder, making the mouse let out more strangled cries of pain, her tears flowing freely. Whatever words she tried to say were lost in her screams and squeaks, and buried beneath the slapping of his hips smashing against her. He could feel his knot slowly pushing into the wet little mouse, her body accepting it easier than it ever had. She would squirm and push back against it, even as she begged for him to stop. There was no way that he would. He needed this. He made her bounce harder, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust.

Sunna writhed against her binds, jerking as she felt the pleasure grow more and more with the rapid fucking. The voice of her instinct was growing louder and louder, telling her to beg, to receive his seed, to bear his pups. In response, she screamed louder, telling both Faruk and her instinct that this was not what she wanted. However, still the pleasure came, and it was beginning to outweigh the pain. Even as she begged him not to, she felt more of her mind melt away, especially as she tightened around his cock as a sudden thrill went through her. She was cumming. Oh god, why?

Faruk felt the tightening, and knew what it meant. He didn't have much longer that he could last either. His balls were starting to clench each time they smacked loudly against his slave. His muscles tightened, and he knew he needed to finish. There was only one way he could. "Take my knot!" He barked out, commanding his slave.

Sunna glanced back at him, her vision growing dim as pleasure filled her, and recognized the bark. She wanted to cry out, to refuse, but her body instead jerked back as he thrust. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the bulb of his knot pushed up against her, and her eyes squeezed shut as he tugged hard on her leash, silencing her scream for a moment as the knot pushed inside the little mouse.

Faruk bucked. So close. So fucking close. He tugged back on her, pulling with all his might trying to stuff that little pussy that was never meant to take a member like his. He had almost given up when he felt it enter her, and heard it slide inside with a loud plop. Instantly, he felt his body get lighter as pleasure erupted, his knot pushing out her tight walls, every inch of him massaged so warmly and tightly. He threw back his head as his body began to spasm, and he pushed forward with each pulse, making the mouse jerk back and forth as he began to fill her with cum. At the start of the first spurt, he began to howl, letting his village know that he was knocking up his slave, that he was siring his future.

The silent scream became a very real one as the knot pushed into Sunna, making her feel like she was going to split. She felt her master buck, making his knot and cock push against her every sweet spot, and she felt her body clench down on him. She had no control over her body at this point. It wanted the breeding, and rewarded her with her own pleasure as she felt his seed enter her. Sunna squeaked loudly as hot seed filled her womb, tipping her body over the edge. Pleasure erupted, making her quiver and squeeze, her body alternatively trying to get off the knot and on it at the same time, her split mind fighting for control. She felt her belly bulge out with the load that was emptied inside her, and her legs kicked again in the air.

Angie's ears laid flat back as she watched the final culmination of the breeding, her sister getting tied by her master. She saw his knot enter her, and then watched as the outline of his cock was slowly lost as he made her look pregnant from the load that he emptied inside her. There was no way that she was not getting pregnant. She whimpered slightly, knowing that if she didn't find a way to escape, her own heat would start, and that it would be her getting knocked up. She put her head down again with disgust at her inability to do anything at the moment. The least she could do is to try to make things as comfortable as she could for her sister. Yes, that is what she'd do.

As the pleasure ended all too soon, Sunna found herself squirming and stuck on her master's cock. His seed dripped from her stuffed cunt, and she could feel every inch of him and each throb. The reality of what was likely happening inside her at the moment filled her again with dread, especially as she knew there was nothing she could do about it now. She let her head down, sobbing hard enough that her entire body shook. She heard her master let out a contented murr, and he slowly sat down, letting the mouse finally rest against the ground.

There was nothing more she could do. She belonged to him. She was his bitch. He bred her, marked her, made her his.

She looked back at him with a sob. "I....I am yours.... m-master..." She whimpered, being submissive. Hopefully he'd at least untie her now.

Faruk just gazed back, grinning. He wasn't done yet.