Inari, Chapter 2: Love, Forced
Forenote:-This story was a wonderful idea from the wonderful Victoria Maiko, with a few altered ideas by me (agreed upon by the two of us)
-This story is a sequel, and I would highly recommend reading the first part first. (http://www.sofurry.com/page/298209/user)
-To prevent any confusion, Inari -is- Victoria (well, her superherione form)
-For the best clarification of looks (a picture is worth a thousand words), I would recommend looking up Victoria's profile before hand, just to see how her appearance is. Just a suggestion. (http://victoria-maiko.sofurry.com/)
-I think that's about it; enjoy!
It was the day after Inari had killed the leader of the Blackpaw Gang, and things were looking bright. She got up, and left Misty's house, for another wonderful day of fighting crime.
Since she had no leads, she decided to go where she always did in this state. There was a bar downtown where you could find out anything, for a price. Some of the furs there she would willingly pay, some still owed her (she had previously established a few connections, for the greater good), and a few of the furs she had no problem threatening to give her information. Inari took her time walking to this bar, the Galloping Sergal, looking at the town scenery (she had always wondered how the bar had gotten this name, and thought that it more than likely came from a drunken idea, as there really wasn't much else of an explanation). Things were nice without there being crime... Or, what seemed to be no crime. If there were furs, there was both good and evil. And if there was evil, there was crime, lurking around somewhere.
Inari was almost there, when, suddenly, a spark hit her. She turned around, and saw a masked figure. She was red, and relatively curvy-- she didn't really seem like the fighting type. But, looks can be deceiving, and her red bandana, along with her red leather assassin's suit, didn't exactly help her to seem innocent. The figure muttered something, and from her paws came a bigger shock. "Hey, what's your problem?" asked Inari. The response wasn't exactly something she had hoped for. The leather-fitted figure responded, "I'm tired of being undermined by pricks like you. Every town I go to, some goody two-shoes always has to start trying to fix things. Well, this is the last time I go to a new town without eliminating that little 'saint' first. Then, your town is mine." The figure smirked, then added, "Oh, and... I'm going to bend you to be mine first." Inari was in shock. This fur seemed to be pretty confident about herself, and didn't seem to be an easy fight. But, this wasn't the place to do things. There were innocent beings around, and it was amazing no one had taken notice of this yet. So, Inari proposed that they meet on the outskirts of town. The mysterious fur replied that she had thirty minutes to meet her in the forest clearing, just outside of town, or someone was getting hurt. Apparently she didn't like wasting time.
Inari started walking, and just when she entered the clearing, a spark hit her. She turned, and started running at the assassin-esque fur. She was just about to throw a massive punch when she was surrounded in an orb-- some sort of electrical barrier-- effectively inhibiting all attacks. It wasn't a big deal though, as Inari just teleported herself out. She was about to, once again, throw another massive punch when she was hit with another shock, this time paralyzing all movement below the head. She heard "Sweet dreams..." as she was hit with a precise blow to the back of the head, knocking her out.
Inari woke up, and noticed that her arms were tied, along with her legs, four corners of... A bed? She heard a voice, and noticed that the red fur was looking down at her, "Like I said, you're going to be mine now... And then you're as good as dead." Although, it was strange-- the figure kept her bandana, but was nude everywhere else. Inari was nude as well. Something was really familiar about this fur... But, Inari's thoughts were mostly elsewhere, and she couldn't focus on that. She tried struggling to get free, but, it was of no use. Despite Inari's super strength, her captor's ropes were too tough for her, and there was nothing she could do. The figure then moved her paw over Inari's massive cock, and started massaging it, saying a chant as she simultaneously read from a scroll. Suddenly, as Inari's sex became massive, the scroll vanished, and Inari's huge cock disappeared, only to reappear, throbbing, on the mysterious fur.
Inari instantly cried out as the fur entered her, and began thrusting, fast, and hard. The mysterious being wasted no time, vigorously thrusting with as much strength as she could muster. Inari tried looking away as her rapist's massive breasts rippled against her own gigantic ones, but her attacker slapped her face, and, grabbing it, forced Inari to look back at her. Inari started to cry, tears streaming from her face, in anguish, as she became incredibly wet. She hated the pleasure she was receiving from a fur that wasn't one of her mates, and didn't want to give in.
Inari continued to look at her masked rapist, with hatred, as her enemy looked at Inari, with lust. Inari was becoming wetter and wetter, and her rapist's cock was now throbbing. They weren't going to last long.
"Cum for me, slut!" her rapist shouted. "I know you're close. So am I. I can tell... You're so close... Cum for me you sexy little bitch!" Inari tried resisting with all of her might. If she didn't cum, but her rapist did, then maybe her rapist would stop, and the only satisfaction that her attacker would recieve would be to kill her. But, it was of no use. She was, just barely, able to hold back the stimulation, until her rapist started massaging Inari's gigantic boobs, and focused on tweaking her nipples. It was all too much for her, and with the final straw, she cried out, arching her back, cumming. Her rapist pulled out of her as she began to cum as well, with some of her seed spilling into Inari, but most of it landing onto her fur, bathing and soaking her with her cum. The two panted, and Inari frowned... Until she looked at her rapist once more.
Her attacker took off her bandana, and said, in an unaltered, sweet voice, "Well, wasn't that fun, hun? I always wanted to try that with you." Something red was dripping off her fur... Body paint? Her face was instantly recognizable, and so was her original, yellow-furred state. It was Misty! "I hope you aren't too upset with me... I just wanted to change things up a bit." Inari was in shock, but replied, "Of course I'm not upset with you love. I had a great time." It was true; despite her anger in the moment, the pleasure overrid it. Misty untied Inari, and they started heading off, away from the hotel Misty had rented out, back to their home. Suddenly for Inari, a horrible, failed workday had turned into a wonderful, fun-filled day of lust. Inari wondered how she didn't notice Misty's body before, but, she realized that she had much else to worry about at the time, and that it wasn't a big deal that she didn't recognize her disguised mate.
As the two entered Misty's home, at her doorstep, they kissed each other deeply. Inari smirked, and as they walked in, Inari said,
"Don't think that you'll get to keep that cock for much longer."