Taming the Tiger
For those of you who don't know, Kougras are tiger-like and Lupes are wolf-like. Both belong to the Neopets people.
- * * I angrily watched the strange blue Lupe stalk about my home. A flea-bitten stray Lupe, in a clean Kougra's home! Disgusting. My brows furrowed in a furious scowl at my owner, she was always bringing strange Neopians home. She thought she was some sort of Neopet saint or some such garbage. My owner turned and caught my furious glare aimed at her. "Now Angel...this poor fellow didn't have a place to stay. It'll only be for one night, then I can find him a good home in the morning," she said with a touch of annoyance at my lack of generosity. "Hmph..." I pouted and lashed my striped tail, "Look at him. He's obviously wild, he can probably take care of himself out there just fine." The blue Lupe sniffed my zen motif furniture and paused long enough to twitch his ears towards me. "Angel..." my owner sighed in exasperation, "How would you feel if it was you without a home and an owner to care for you?" I sneered at her, but said nothing. Setting her jaw, my owner went to the door. "Try to be kind and live up to your namesake for once," she reprimanded before she left, slamming the door behind her. I stuck my tongue out at the door and stomped to my bedroom. My house is small, only three rooms: a bedroom with two beds, a sitting room, and a bathroom. It suited my needs just fine. Pouncing up onto my bed, I smoothed back my long whiskers and glanced at the mirror across the room. I was flattening my ruffled fur when I noticed the Lupe sitting in the doorway, watching me. I lifted my muzzle and looked down on him before whipping around to face the wall. Perhaps a nap will calm my nerves...I thought, if only that darned Lupe would stop pacing about the house! After a few minutes, I fell into a light doze. I don't know how long I was out, but I know I was awakened very rudely by a hot breath on my face. I snapped awake, ready to flee to safety, but it was too late. The Lupe had taken advantage of my nap and silently climbed up onto my bed. He towered over me, looking down on me. The irony didn't escape my notice. Neither did his erection. My pupils contracted with fear as I stared fixedly on his rod. Up until this point, I was crouched on my bed, tense and ready to spring away. At the sight of the Lupe's bobbing member, I bunched my muscles and leapt off the bed. The terrible mongrel anticipated my move. He quickly reacted and leapt off the bed a fraction of the second after I did. He landed directly on top of me, crushed me to the floor and before I had a moment to think, grabbed a mouthful of the fur at the back of my neck. No! my mind screamed when I found myself caught. The Lupe laid his full weight upon my back. Though Kougra's are generally larger than Lupe's, this one was considerably bigger and more fully muscled than his brethren. I was effectively pinned to the floor, whimpering when I felt the Lupe's eager dick pressed between his body and mine. "No!" I yowled, "No!" I was panicked at this point. My breath was crushed out of my by his weight and my struggling barely budged him. His wild scent filled my senses, at once terrifying and intriguing me. The Lupe adjusted his grip on my neck, grabbing skin this time as well as fur. I felt his weight lift, and for one bright moment I thought he would free me. I hurriedly tried to rise, but only made it halfway up. He remained over me, preventing me from standing at my full height. I began to cry when he tucked his forepaws inside my thighs, knowing what would come next. Sure enough, I soon felt his stiff rod prodding about my hindquarters. A terrified squeak escaped my clenched jaws when his tip finally found its goal. The Lupe chuckled cruelly and wriggled hi partway in. "No..." I wept. As if that were incentive, he Lupe rammed himself home. Stars burst on my vision and pain radiated from my untried vagina. Not only was the Lupe well endowed, but I was still a virgin. The blue Lupe made a soft growling noise in the base of his throat, immersed in the pleasure induced by his large penis being squeezed by my convulsing muscles. I simply continued to weep. He pulled out most of the way before ramming me again. Then he began rhythmically rocking his hips back and forth, while pulling mine back to meet his with his forepaws. This continued for almost twenty minutes. The simple rocking of our hips seemed to please him immensely. I fought waves of pain and nausea until they faded dully into the background. My shame and defeat hung heavy in my heart. About this time I felt my own traitorous body begin to respond to the Lupe's firm pumping. Fear clenched my heart once more when I realized how much I was aroused by my humiliation. The Lupe's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming shorter. Despite my mind's screaming protests, my instincts overpowered my sophistication and I lowered my chest to the floor while raising my hindquarters like any female cat would during a mating session. Further surprising myself, I began to push back against him in time with his lunges. The Lupe's grip on my neck tightened for a second, then relaxed. His forepaws readjusted themselves around my thighs as he continued humping me. His knot had swollen to a frightful size and was now beating against me. It's slow entrance brought on more pain. His thrusts were very quick, powerful, and short now. Bit by bit, his knot forced its way into me. Popping in and out until it was finally completely buried. Now tied together, the Lupe's movement was limited, but he continued steadily grinding our hips together anyway. Though his thrusts were slight, he roughly pulled my hips and his together in a maddeningly exciting pattern. He released my neck to pant, he was near his climax. Forcing our hips together one final time, he ejaculated in an orgasm, sending me over the edge into one of my own. He rested upon my back, forcing me completely to the floor once again. We both panted together in the post coital glow. What a scene we must have been. A wild looking Lupe atop a prissy, well groomed white Kougra. After his knot relaxed to a smaller size, he tugged himself free. I crawled up onto my bed, intending to rest. The Lupe had other ideas. He leapt onto the bed and stood over me again. Thunderstruck that he had the stamina to have another go, I began to lift my rear for him. But to my surprise, he merely straddled my back with his forepaws, his rear sitting innocently on the bed beside my own. Gently, the Lupe lowered his head to my shoulders and began to massage them with his tongue. Though surprised, I soon melted beneath his gentle caress. His long canine tongue worked with the grain of my fur, matting it down beautifully. He worked his way up the back of my neck to my ears and the top of my head. My purring thrummed deep in my throat, my eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Still slave to my feline instincts, I lolled onto my side, exposing my stomach. The Lupe continued to softly lick my chest and throat. There was a pause in his loving strokes, I opened my eyes and gazed up at my lover. His wild yellow eyes burned down at me. With a guilty thrill, I noticed his penis peeking out of it's sheath again. I sat up, he let me this time. I rubbed my face in his chest ruff, still purring shamelessly. I took my turn and groomed him. His taste was intoxicating, it was feral and sharp. I licked his shoulders, chest, neck, and ears, as he had licked mine. His dick growing ever larger as I continued to groom him. Soon he was ready to take me again. My body was still a torrent of pain and hormone, each interrupting and feeding each other. This time I lifted my sex to him, an invitation. The arrogant twist in the Lupe's smile grew along with his erection. Rather than mounting me like before, he tried to roll me onto my back. I obliged and he again lay atop me. My forepaws rested on his shoulders. I twisted my tail around to tickle his ready member. He inhaled sharply and arched his back in response. Lowering himself onto me, he tauntingly ground himself against my pelvic area. He thrust his hips against my pelvic region and arched his neck over my face, moaning in his throat. Soon I was as randy as he was. He again prodded me a bit until he found himself lined up. This time he started gently. I bucked my hips in time to his thrusts, the friction of him inside me sent electricity up my spine. I watched his face as he gently mated with me. His eyes closed and his face went smooth and serene. The guilt and fear I had felt before was lost in my fascination while I watched him ride his orgasmic wave. Soon his knot was swollen, he was still gentle, even when he slowly forced his knot inside my damaged flesh for the second time that evening. He crushed my hips into the soft bed when he hit his orgasm, with me following right alongside him. Tied for the second time that night, he rested his head on my chest while I groomed his face. We fell asleep this way, tied to each other and content. The following morning I found myself alone. I didn't have to look long before I realized what had happened. The front door swung lazily in the breeze on its broken hinges. He was a wild Lupe, after all. But I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loss.