Animal - Part 2
#2 of Animal
Disclaimer: This story contains adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under 18 without parental consent. And stuff. It's also my first yiffy story, so I'd love to hear what people think of it! =^^= ([email protected], in case the "email author" link doesn't work). If you haven't read the preceding parts of the series you may want to do so, so the story makes more sense. Enjoy!
ANIMAL - Part 2
"Psst!"
The horse hybrid didn't move. He sat in the cage opposite, with his back facing Alara. The maned-wolf hybrid moved to the front of her cage and tried again.
"Hey! Horse!"
An ear flickered backward, but he showed no other signs of having heard her. She raised her lip in frustration, white canine teeth gleaming in the darkness. Turning around, she passed her paws over the ground, searching for a pebble to throw at him; but the stone was smooth, except for the scorings of claws, hooves and nails. Sighing, she turned back and grasped the bars of the cage.
"Please, just tell me your name. Tell me why you're all like this." She meant him and the other occupants of the room - a female caracal hybrid, a male human and a female fox hybrid. He was the only one so far to have showed signs of even being alive, and all of them were scarred, bruised and skinny.
For almost a minute it seemed the horse would not respond at all. But then his other ear flickered back towards her, and without turning around he spoke.
"My name doesn't matter here." She waited for him to say more, but he was silent.
"Why not?" She said bluntly.
"I am "horse". I am "beast". I am "steed", "mount", "it". I am never "Kazzius"."
"Ah-hah!" Alara crowed triumphantly. "So your name's Kazzius, eh? Mind if I call you Kaz?" To her relief, the horse finally turned his head to look at her. He was smiling. Alara grinned back. "My name's Alara, and it does matter." This time, Kazzius actually laughed. Encouraged by his positive reaction, she decided to try questioning him again. "So why so glum?"
"Well, they've been here longer than I have," Kazzius said, seeming to relax just a little. "It doesn't take long, you know. The customers here... they treat you pretty harshly. They'll never kill you," he added quickly, "partly because it'll cost them and partly because they prefer to have fun. They don't actually have the intention of hurting you, exactly - but they view it as an added bonus if they do."
"But then what do they want?" Alara asked, puzzled. She had mated once, when she had been wandering the wilderness shortly after being forced out of civilization; but she had not succeeded in having a litter, and the act itself had been short and brusque.
"They want the experience of catching, subduing and violating a "wild" creature. It's important that you -"
But before he could finish, the door opened at the end of the room, and the bull entered again, grabber in hand. This time, Alara was ready for him. She flattened herself against the ground, half-closing her eyes so they wouldn't reflect the light and trying hard to make herself invisible. Kazzius's eyes widened in panic, and he scrambled to the other side of his cage, nostrils flaring. But the bull was not coming for him.
The powerful hybrid hesitated for a moment outside Alara's cage, peering into the gloom. He didn't seem to see her, but he unlocked the cage door and opened it a fraction anyway.
Like a flash, the maned wolf leaped out, using the released tension in her muscles to force the door open. She took the bull completely by surprise as she soared past him - if she hadn't, she would never have managed it. She landed on all fours in the middle of the room and immediately began running towards the door, fear pumping adrenaline through her veins and lending strength and speed to her tired muscles. But just as she entered the dim light leaking through the open doorway, she stopped and looked back desperately at Kazzius in his cage. There was nothing she could do, but she couldn't just leave him there to suffer...
That second of hesitation was too long. She was suddenly aware of a hulking shadow looming over her, and then something slammed down on the back of her neck, driving her forcefully to the ground and knocking the breath from her. She scrabbled wildly at the stone around her, trying to gain a purchase with her claws; but a heavy foot descended on her lower back with a threatening grunt. She lay still, shaking with fear, as she felt a sharp, cloven hoof dig into her flesh. She knew that it could break her spine with the least amount of effort. Her lips were parted in a terrified snarl, and she felt hot breath being blown through the long fur at her neck.
"They're gonna like you," a deep voice snickered.
The bull drove Alara before him the whole way with the grabber firmly clamped around her neck, holding the pole so that she had to remain on all fours. It was not an uncomfortable position for her to walk in, since most hybrids can easily use both, but it was degrading. She struggled, scratched and bit the pole constantly, but nothing had any effect, and the bull only laughed. Before long they passed through a heavy door, and her senses were overwhelmed.
Loud music throbbed painfully in her ears, red light surrounded her and a spotlight blinded her, and the smell of sweat and horny animals was disgustingly strong. She was sweating herself beneath her long, reddish fur. Panting, she subsided in her efforts to escape so she could try to look around and get her bearings.
She was on a smooth floor, in the center of a circular platform just large enough in diameter to contain her whole body on all fours. The bull, from the feel of the metal digging into her neck, was standing behind and slightly to one side of her. She risked a glance around and saw that he was not on the platform. Squinting into the spotlight, she could dimly see people dancing all around her, but staying far enough away that she could not see them well. She didn't have to - her nose was reeling at the stench of sweat, fur, blood and...cum? Her black mane bristled uneasily - she had never been in anything like a nightclub before, and hadn't smelled that latter for a long time. It didn't seem, to her, to belong in a place like this... but then, neither did she.
At that moment, she sensed someone stepping up onto the platform behind her; but this time, a look around only got her a smack in the face from the bull. Stars flashed before her eyes, and she shook her head to try to lift the daze. The pain jarred her whole head and blackened her senses for a moment, so that she didn't see or hear the approach of the person behind her until they had slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She pinned her ears back and fluffed up her mane and tail, getting more and more nervous.
"Ahoy!" a loud male voice cried from just behind her, startling her. The music became a little quieter. "We've a second new one with us tonight! Come and 'ave a look, don't be shy, y'know it can't see you..." Alara backed up in fear as she smelled the sweaty bodies come much closer, listening to the various murmuring, sniggering and the occasional holler.
"Female, maned wolf hybrid, and she's a wild one," the voice proclaimed behind her. She wished she could see the figures all around her. She felt a clawed hand suddenly squeeze her ass, the claws pricking her flesh, and she swung around snarling and snapping; a wave of laughter went up around her. In her sudden violent throes, however, she had managed to gain a purchase with her hind paws, and she thrust upwards as hard as she could. To her own surprise, she found herself standing upright; but not for long. The bull swung the pole back down again, this time backwards, and she fell helplessly back down to the floor. Pressure was being exerted on the grabber from above, but lying on her back she was able to grab it in her hands and try to push it away from her. The whole crowd was laughing now. She felt the metal pushing inexorably down on her neck, choking her yet again, and in desperation lifted her legs to try to use them as well. This was a mistake. Two cold canine noses were instantly pressed up against her pussy, getting a good sniff of her - or at least, the part of her they were really interested in. She yelped and kicked out at them, her foot brushing feline whiskers and even feathers beyond the two canines. The laughter around her was blurring, confusing her with its loudness.
"Alright, we've got our first customer," the male behind her said quietly, presumably to the bull hybrid. She felt a sharp tug on the grasper, and scrambled to her hands and feet with relief. Not knowing where the edge of the platform was, she fell off it, her long limbs getting tangled and bruised. The bull moved off without waiting, and she was dragged a short way by the neck before she managed to gather her wits and her balance. She heard a door open ahead of her, and a male voice address the bull hybrid.
"No handicap. It'd be a shame to spoil fresh meat."
"Your risk. S'not like we pay for damage to you, only to it." The bull replied with a chuckle that was more like a snort. Alara heard the clinking of coins being passed from one to the other, and then she was thrust forward, the blindfold was torn from her face and at long last the grabber released its hold on her neck. A door slammed closed behind her, and she was left blinking in surprise at this sudden turn of events.