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Catlin and her mother strode silently through the empty park hand in hand, content to pass unheard through the open area. It was late afternoon, and the park was deserted. The two felines walked with smiles on their faces, though their ears and eyes warily searched the surroundings. Just in case.

Catlin was only a kitten covered in soft white fur, much like her mother's pale coat. Unlike her mother, her flat chest and narrow hips betrayed just how young she was, though one day she hoped to have the endowments her mother had upon her chest, and the wide, swaying hips the elder feline possessed.

Unlike Catlin, her mother had a little black on the tip of her tail and the tips of her ears. They had the same golden eyes, though. If anyone didn't know better, they might mistake Catlin for a clone of the mature cat. There was of course one other major difference between the two, one anyone could pick out from any distance. The mature feline's belly was bulging, obviously very near to term with a litter of kittens.

Their journey suddenly came under interruption. Faint voices touched their ears and the older of the two hissed lowly before she knelt down and rested her hands on Catlin's shoulders. "Ok, just like I told you, sweety. Go into the bushes and hide. Do not make a sound, do not look for me, do not do anything until I come and get you, is that clear? Stay hidden until I come and get you, or until the moon is at its highest. If I don't come before then, sneak back home."

Catlin looked at her mother for a moment, then nodded and kissed her gently upon the cheek. Without another word, the young kitten turned and sprinted to the nearest bush. Diving in, she quickly hid at the bush's base and looked back at where her mother stood. She cradled her belly with one hand, gently caressing the swell beneath her white fur while the other rested on a hip cocked to the side.

Catlin was a little curious why her mother wasn't running or hiding like she was. In later years, she would understand that her mother was distracting the oncoming humans in order to protect her daughter. For now, such thoughts were alien to the kitty.

She watched as three young men rounded into view and stopped. Each wore typical clothing for late-teenagers: baggy jeans, loose t-shirts, ballcaps and the like. "What's this!? Not even gonna run or hide or scamper away?" one asked.

"Do I really look like I'm in any condition to run away? Do I look like I am in a condition that says I've run away in the past? Tell you what, boys..." she strode forward slowly and carefully dropped to her knees in front of them, "...I'm a little hungry... For a sandwich or two, we can spend the evening together. Just us four. What do you say?" she asked, her golden eyes looking up at the boy in the middle of the group as she reached forward and slowly started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans.

"Alright... We all fuck you as many times as we want tonight, we all give you a sandwich. Fair trade, right guys? Let's go for it. Fuckin' Lucy isn't putting out anymore anyway." Catlin wasn't sure who Lucy was, but... what was going on? What was the deal? She really wasn't sure of anything being said, much less the other name, for that matter.

Refocusing her attention on her mother, Catlin noticed all of the humans unbuckling their jeans and dropping them to the ground. One of the young men laid himself on his back and grabbed her mother's hips, pulling her over his waist. Another knelt behind her mother, obscuring her partly from view, but the pair did something to her Catlin couldn't understand that made her gasp and moan deeply.

She arched her back and dug her claws into the earth beneath them, rocking her hips lightly and in the process, rubbing her gravid belly against the boy under her. Both young men began to rock their hips against her, but Catlin was clueless why.

The third boy moved to her mother's front, kneeling down and holding his stiff penis in front of her face. In the next moment, Catlin's mother closed her lips around the tool, bobbing her head and moaning against the third boy as they all writhed and bucked against one another.

She didn't know exactly what was going on, but the smells coming from the four of them were making her gag! She was sure if she stayed there, she would start coughing and make enough noise to be discovered, so as the four moaned and fucked against one another, Catlin carefully pried herself away from the bush and scampered down the path as quickly and quietly as she could.

*****

Frank Barnes had gotten off work rather late that day and was walking through the park to where he had parked his sedan. There was always parking closer to the office, but he enjoyed a quiet walk through the park before he drove home. One was never sure what...entertainment one could find there.

And speaking of which, the tall, rather toned fellow grinned as just the entertainment he was hoping for sped around a bend in the path, not looking where it was going. He grinned, saying nothing as the white furry ran headlong straight into him. The little thing fell on its rump with a gasp and turned to look up at him curiously.

Something seemed to conflict in the little critter's mind for a moment as it mulled God knew what over. Frank was about to open his mouth to comment when the little thing spoke.

"I-I'm a little bit hungry..." she, it was definitely a she by her voice, "F-for a sandwich or two, m-maybe we could spend the night together? Just the two of us?"

Frank couldn't believe his ears. Most furries he encountered screamed and tried to escape. This one was giving herself to him! And at such a young age!

"Deal." He said simply and reached down to help her to her feet. He smiled at the way the little kitten seemed to brighten considerably and grasped his hand to follow him through the park. She kept looking over her shoulder though, to Frank's bewilderment, as if she was looking for something in particular.

Finally they reached Frank's black sedan and he reached out to unlock and open the back door. "Alright, in you go." he said. She gleefully crawled into the backseat, to Frank's excitement.

He paused, watching her from where he blocked the open doorway, then reached down to unbuckle his belt and drop his khakis and boxers to his ankles. He was already rock hard as he bent over and crawled into the back seat with the curious looking kitty. She gasped lightly as she was pulled towards him and laid on her back.

"What are you doing?" she asked as her legs were forcibly spread wide and Frank crawled between them. He said nothing in response, however. He simply leaned down close to her, guiding that stiff appendage between his legs straight to her hidden slit.

The next thing to pass her lips was a loud hissing scream as Frank drove the entirety of his length into her body, mercilessly bounding his cock into her young, virgin slit. She was tighter than he had in a very long time. Her writhing attempts to escape only made her buck against him, however and though she wanted to escape, her body, as young as it was, knew what it wanted. It didn't take him long to fuck her into one orgasm, then another and another.

Her body cascaded from one orgasm into the next, each more powerful and violent than the last. It didn't take but a few minutes before he drove himself deeply into her, fucking straight into her young womb. He held himself still and moaned aloud as he filled her young body with his hot seed.

The next thing he felt was a sharp pain at the back of his head, then darkness.

*****

When he awoke, Frank found himself in a brightly lit room, the floor and ceiling both whitewashed. All fours walls around him were mirrors in which he could see himself stark naked and strapped to what resembled a dentistry chair. He struggled for a moment before a deep growling voice called out over an intercom.

"You cant get out, Frank. That chair has held men far stronger than you. Try to relax. Try to enjoy this. You certainly enjoy it when you are the one dishing it out."

What was that supposed to mean? He looked around, but all he could see was himself strapped to the chair. "What's going on?"

"What's going on?" the voice asked in apparent amusement, "We've been watching you, Frank. We hoped you would turn over a new leaf, but you never did. You were smart about it too, only doing it in crowded places. It really was rather frustrating, you know. Some were convinced we would never get you. Some wanted to give up. Then you made your mistake. Then you chose to prowl a park in the early evening, with no one around. And now we have you."

Frank looked this way and that, staring into the corners of the ceiling, at the vents, at the small black half-sphered here and there that no doubt hid cameras. Where was the speaker? Where did the voice come from? "Who are you!?" he called in growing anger and indeed, fear.

"Who are we?" the voice again asked, then gave a small chuckle. "We are retribution, Frank. We are Karma. We are guardian angels. We're the demons sent from hell to punish the wicked. We're the boogeyman." Another chuckle. "We are here to persuade you not to hurt anyone else."

A light came on beyond the mirror in front of him. The mirror, it seemed, was a two-way mirror. The light in the room Frank was in dimmed and so did his reflection until it was as though there was no glass separating the room he was in and the one beyond.

There in the middle of the room was a large, curved beam, each end of which was supported on two legs. It almost resembled a large sawhorse, though the cross beam was padded and rather high off the ground. He sat, contemplating it for several minutes before a door opened and two large furries stepped into the room.

The first was a large horse, his fur and mane as black as night. He stood perhaps eight feet tall, maybe taller, and was very muscular, well fed and fit. His companion was a Doberman, just as muscular and fit, although significantly shorter, only a little taller than Frank was himself. Between them they dragged a woman who struggled and screamed, her blonde hair tousled and flying this way and that as she fought against her captures' strong grips. She was dressed only in a bathrobe that hung open in the front, allowing a glimpse here and there of her buxom breast and wide hips.

Frank knew that voice! He recognized her body! "Sally! You fuckers, let her go! Sally!" he cried out, but neither the furries nor the woman seemed to hear him, nor did the disembodied voice respond.

The two dragged Sally toward the large padded sawhorse before, in unison, ripping the white bathrobe from her form to leave her bare to the world. Their movements were well practiced as they bent her forward over the padded beam and wrapped her arms around the massive thing, tying her firmly against the thing. Once her torso was secure, they each spread her legs, strapping them to the legs of the sawhorse until she was completely immobile. Her hips could wiggle a little, but not very much.

"LET ME GO!" she creamed, tears streaming down her face. She was perpendicular to Frank's line of sight, allowing him to see her profile. The large black horseman stood and moved to her face, pulling her hair back so she could stare seemingly at Frank. He however saw no recognition in her eyes. Of course not, he reminded himself. On her side of the mirror, she would see only her reflection. "Let me out of here you animals! Take me home! Let me GO!"

Through the same door the three of them had entered clip-clopped suddenly a large white horse, this one very much a quadruped. Frank shook his head, struggling with renewed vigor against the restraints as the horse slowly strode straight towards Sally, his black-and-pink length quickly falling free of its sheathe and hardening.

"Let her go you fuckers! You cant do this to her! You're no better than me if you go through with this!" he cried out loudly, watching as the white stallion bent his head forward to nudge and nuzzle at his wife's thighs and rump, making her cry out and sob even more loudly.

"No better than you? But we are, Frank. We do not harm the innocent," the voice said calmly.

"Do not harm the innocent!? My wife is innocent you sick fucks!" he screamed in defiance.

There was another laugh. "No, your wife is not innocent. You think we don't know about the little bunny she brought home for you as an anniversary gift last year, Frank?"

Frank didn't have the energy to respond. It was sucked out of him as he watched the large white stallion rear up and mount Sally, who gasped and cried out loudly in fear as the horse's hips began to gently buck, thrusting that long mottled phallus against her body. Her scream, however, grew ten-fold when suddenly the horse stepped forward, driving his hips against the human woman's upturned rump.

Soon pleas to stop joined her cries of pain and fear as the horse bucked against her, not quite the short, jerky movements horses usually make when mating. These seemed calculated, smooth and full thrusts, very much the movements of a sentient creature seeking to please himself rather than simply breed a moist hole.

"For the love of god, you're going to kill her!" Frank called out, his vision blurred by tears as he watched the large beast fucking his wife, her face contorted in pain and anguish as she absorbed what was happening to her.

"Kill her? Why should we consider that now? You never considered that in the past. What about that bunny I mentioned, hm? Did you consider you might kill her when you forced her down, Frank? Did you ever stop to think what you would be doing to someone so young by forcing your dick into her so hard?" the voice asked, the amusement absent, replaced by malice and distaste for the human strapped into the chair. "We won't let her die, I promise, Frank. That would be too easy."

"Stop this! Stop this now!" he plead, his eyes glued on the white horse whose movements had begun to grow erratic and jerky.

The deep voice chuckled again and said "Oh, I think he's about to stop, alright."

The stallion hopped forward one more time and held his large white body still. His apparent climax only made Sally sob out loudly and turn her head, facing away from the mirror and her own reflection.

After several minutes, the horse slowly backed off the woman he had mounted, pulling his still-hard cock free of her as he dismounted, letting a torrent of thick white horsecum flood out of her abused body. The sound of Sally's sobbing dimmed and muted as Frank's chair began to again turn, rotating to face another mirrored reflection of himself.

"Now is that just wonderful to watch? Don't worry, we're going to take her to our medical center to make sure nothing inside is torn or broken. In the meantime, we've prepared another little show for you," the voice mocked.

He was unable to bring words to his lips as the light in the room beyond the mirror came on. It was another white-washed cell, only there in the middle of the room was a strange restraint, one shaped like an 'H' turned on its side and tilted slightly upward. At the end of each limb were padded restraints. Frank didn't want to imagine what it was going to be used for.

His imagination would have little time to create possibilities as a door opened and in strode the same black-furred horse from the previous room. This time, he dragged a struggling girl into the room wearing a black-and-green cheerleading outfit. Her blonde tresses thrashed about wildly as she struggled against her assailant.

Frank recognized the girl instantly as his sixteen year old daughter Natasha. His mouth hung open in utter shock as the horse dragged her near the strange restraining device and began unceremoniously ripping away her scant clothing, each piece coming away with an audible *rip*.

The horseman had little trouble disrobing the teenager and picking her up, effortlessly pressing her torso to the main, wide beam of the restraint and holding her down with one hand while the other expertly restrained each wrist off to either side.

Natasha screamed, trying to kick at the horseman as he stepped back. He skillfully caught each of her feet in his hands and spread them straight to either side without a second thought. It was a good thing Natasha was a limber cheerleader who could do the splits without breaking a sweat or she might have torn something as her legs were spread wide to complete the 'H' shape.

"Let me go! Let me out of here you furverts! Fuck off!" the cheerleader screamed as she struggled against the restraints keeping her immobile.

"That's the idea..." the horse said, giving a soft chuckle as he reached with one hand to roughly fondle the teen's impressive breast, the other however caressed his sheathe until his long black flesh grew to full arousal. He stroked himself for a moment then began to trace the tip of his horsecock around her shaved, hairless slit. "We're going to do just that."

The door opened once again and in stepped not one, but an entire line of furries that extended even out of the cell into the darkness beyond the doorway. Each animal was buff, fit, healthy, and gently stroking large erections as they watched the frightened human girl.

She suddenly arched her back up off the padded beam she had been laying on, screaming in what sounded like agony as the black anthro forced himself balls-deep into her body. He didn't waste time letting her adjust to his massive size. He rested both hands at her waist and dragged almost the full length of meat out of her once virgin body and slammed himself into her again, slapping his hips against her own and his large balls against her ass.

Natasha cried out and gasped as she was filled again and again roughly by the large black horse, crying and pleading unintelligibly for him to stop. Her father likewise was unable to formulate words as he watched the horsemen suddenly grow still, throwing his head back and moaning deeply as he held himself deep inside of the human he raped.

When the horse stepped away from Natasha, a flood of white seed rushed out of her body when the large horsemeat keeping it locked away was pulled free. Instantly he was replaced, however. The Doberman from before took his place, stepping up to Natasha to force his length into the girl, knot and all.

Having been stroking himself through her first rape, he was already fully aroused. His knot swelled the rest of the way and locked them together. He couldn't move very much, but the canine's hips slapped rapidly against Natasha's repeatedly for several long minutes before he too threw his head back, growling and moaning.

It seemed to last only moments to Frank and the black-furred dog pulled his cock free of the quivering, crying teenager with an audible *pop*, letting another torrent of cum flow freely out of her.

As he stepped away, the Doberman was again replaced instantly, this time by a large muscular tiger. Natasha's screams grew louder though as the feline forced his length into her and took up the fast, rough pace the first two had. The barbs all along his length dragged against her hypersensitive flesh again and again as he filled her body with his massive red meat. Her screams of agony, however, soon faded as the barbs served their purpose.

In the animal kingdom, they are meant to cause pain, which triggers ovulation in the female. In anthros, however, they are said to cause the most pleasure of all cocks. But that is merely speculation and opinion.

In no time at all, Natasha's screams were that of pleasure as her body betrayed her. She continued to cry, but her wracking sobs were intermingled with passionate moaning and whimpers.

Like the dog before him and the rest of the line after, the large tiger had been stroking himself for the duration of the first two rapes, so it was only a few short minutes before he too held himself deep inside the girl and filled her with his hot cum.

For hours and hours it went on, each furry taking a very short time to fill the human girl with their seed before being replaced, and the line seemed to have no end.

By the end of it all, Natasha's voice was hoarse and ragged from crying, sobbing, screaming, and moaning without pause. But as the orca, the last it seemed, forced himself into her and filled her body one more time, she gave a moan of mixed pain and pleasure. The black-and-white male stepped away from her and exited the room, leaving her alone at last. Her buxom breast rose and fell with her heavy breathing as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror, watching her slightly distended belly and the massive puddle of cum beneath where she was restrained.

"Now you know what every anthro parent feels like, Frank, as they watch their children carried into the streets at lunch hours, raped for the rest of the day by an endless stream of humans. My, how the tables have turned..." As the voice spoke to him menacingly, his chair turned again to present him with another reflection. He had been crying for his daughter for the past six hours and his voice, too, was missing. He opened his mouth, but could not muster the energy to speak.

"But there are times when it is just you and your victim. Isn't that right? Like little Catlin." The lights flipped on beyond the mirror to reveal another cell, whitewashed and bare. This one had no restraints of any kind. Just an empty room.

As with the two previous, a door opened and a large husky stepped in, leading behind him a young blond girl of nine years, his daughter Susana wearing only a pink pair of pajamas and clutching a stuffed bear. She looked scared, her eyes puffy from crying, but as yet untouched. The door closed and instantly it happened. The husky turned, ripping the pajamas off of the girl, who screamed in fear.

When she was quite naked, the canine turned, pushing her onto the floor on her back and forcing her legs open. He grinned wickedly down at her as he held her hands up over her head with one hand, the other stroking his sheathe to coax himself to arousal.

"Mercy! For the love of god, Mercy!" Frank cried out in a raspy whisper, all he could manage. "Mercy, please! I beg you!"

Nothing happened for a good few minutes, then suddenly the husky stopped, looking at the mirror, at Frank.

"Mercy? You want us to show mercy?" There was another pause as the voice seemed to consider this. "Very well..."

The husky beyond the mirror paused, then stood up slowly. Instantly the girl tried to scurry towards the door, but there stood a quadruped dog, a short-haired mutt. She gave a gasp and scurried away. The husky glared down at her and shook his head. "Get on your hands and knees, Susana."

She opened her mouth to protest, but the Husky barked "DO IT!"

She squeaked in fright and hesitantly lowered herself onto her hands and knees, looking to the anthro for approval. The mutt sprang into action, trotting over to her the instant she was on all fours.

He lifted himself up, mounting the girl who gasped and gave another squeak of surprise, not understanding what was going on.

Frank knew the instant the mutt had found purchase. Suzy threw her head back and screamed loudly and her canine rapist started to thrust his hips quickly against her frail body. Unlike her older sister, this canine didn't cum in only a few long moments humping.

"Fucking...tight...bitch..." the dog said, which surprised Frank, but it didn't register at the time that it was a seeming animal that had spoken. What surprised him even more was the way the screams of pain slowly at first, then quickly changed to gasps and moans and squeals of apparent pleasure.

When at last Suzy was moaning like a whore, the dog gave a laugh and nipped at a bare shoulder. "Oh, this one likes it!" he said, suddenly pushing himself into her and holding still. Frank thought it was over at long last, but after only a moment he began humping again, short quick thrusts that had Suzy squealing loudly. No, the dog wasn't done. He had just knotted the nine year old. His hips slapped against her own rapidly until suddenly he slowed to a stop, growling and indeed moaning just as loudly as Suzy was. From where he sat, Frank could see his baby girls body tensing rhythmically and he knew she had just cum. Hard.

After several minutes, the dog pulled his still slightly swollen knot free of the girl, but surprisingly not a drop escaped her. He gave a laugh and lapped at her gaping, hairless pussy before he looked to the husky. "I call dibs on this one."

The anthro looked a little annoyed, but sighed and nodded. "Fine... but I get the next one. Without question."

A sharp prick brought Frank back to reality. He yelped and turned his head to spy a needle on a mechanical arm retracting away from him and into the ceiling just as the world went black. Somewhere in the distance, it seemed, he heard his eldest daughter's hoarse scream of pain...or perhaps it was pleasure?

******

When he awoke, he felt weak, hungry, light headed, and wrong. He was in the same chair, but he felt...frail. Groaning, he blinked his eyes until the blur had vanished. Once again he was in the large mirrored cell staring at his reflection? Not again, still. It hadn't been a dream.

"Oh, you're awake! Good! For a minute, the Professor was afraid we wouldn't be able to get you out of that coma!" the voice said almost excitedly.

"C-coma, what coma?" Frank asked, his voice for the moment nothing more than a whisper. Somehow the voice had heard it.

"We induced a coma for you, Frank. So you wouldn't have to endure the same thing day after day. You did ask for mercy. But our mercy only goes so far..."

Suddenly the mirror before him flashed to transparency. Within the room beyond were three human women, well two women and a girl to be precise. His wife willingly bent herself over, bracing herself against the 'bed' his daughter laid upon. Mounting her was another large, feral horse. He drove his length into her repeatedly in those same slow, calculated strokes.

He knew her ass was stretched and filled, something she never let even him do. How did he know? The horse atop her filled her body again and again, pressing himself balls deep into her. It wasn't her pussy he was filling that was full already, made obvious by the massive bulging belly that looked too-large on a human woman. Still, she moaned like a whore at the easy, deliberate movements.

His daughter, on her back staring up into her mother's face, was similarly swollen, though her belly only perhaps half as large, but still looking very close to term. Her legs were spread wide and a gray-skinned dolphin male was slamming his hips against her own, pounding her young pregnant pussy without pause.

Most frightening and surprising of all was what happened on the second metal slab that passed for a bed. It was not the little girl that completed the family on her back, but instead a fox male. The afore mentioned girl straddled his waist, impaled on his engorged phallus. She screamed louder than the other two in pleasure, bouncing hard on the tool as if she were riding a sprinting stallion. Her belly was the most disproportionate of all, bulging obscenely out in front of her, no doubt full of a litter of puppies from the fuck she had endured for her father's benefit.

Her chest was still flat, her hips still narrow, but she was apparently mature enough to be very much pregnant. Very much pregnant and very much enjoying her new sexual activity.

"Of course we cant conceivably release them back into society. Your people would see them all pregnant with 'furries' and shun them, brutalize them. So we will keep them here, our last act of mercy for you. They will help us to perpetuate our species. You sexualize us on a whim, now we shall do the same to them. They will live out the rest of their days, Frank, perpetually pregnant. They will carry our young, give birth, and before they are done nursing the child, we will plant another in their wombs. They have already forgotten you, forgotten their old lives." The voice was without remorse, without pity, without emotion save smug pride.

"Before we put you out on the street, Frank, I think you should know that your daughter cried your name that first night with an anthro. She cried out for you to come to her. It wasn't out of fear. We thought it was at first. When we taunted her, though, she begged us to let you fuck her too."

There was a prick in his arm and his vision began to blur. Darkness formed at the edge of his vision. He didn't fully comprehend the voice's words.

"We have since erased that desire from her mind. Now, she desires everything but you."

When he awoke, the sound of street life filled his ears and soon his vision. He had awoken naked in the very park he had raped the young kitten. He was naked, but... When he looked down at himself, he found he was covered in a coat of black fur. He gasped in shock at the discovery. Fear coursed through him, he had to get to cover! He had to hide and get this fur off himself before anyone saw him!

But it was too late. He harrumphed as he was pressed face first into the dirt by a pair of strong hands. He felt something heavy laid atop him, felt hot breath on one of his ears.

"Well, isn't this a treat?" a gruff male voice asked just as something hard and hot was pressed to his tailhole.

Frank opened his mouth to protest, to try to explain he was human, but only an agonizing cry left his lips as his assailant gave what Frank never expected to receive.