Hours Earlier
Why do I write things that I don't find attractive? shrugs
Hopefully someone else will enjoy this
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Thanks,
-Otto_Von
Terra awoke, naked and cold, in a dumpster behind the nightclub as the rain poured down onto the lid loudly. She threw open the lid and heaved her guts onto the cement ground. It seemed to be blindingly bright out, despite the overcast sky and heavy fog. Her head ached horribly. Terra strained to remember the night before, but couldn't conjure any sort of memories after her first drink.
--Hours Earlier--
Terra stood in line, trying to look as comfortable as she could, but her eyes darted side to side, nervously. Finally, she reached the front of the line. The bouncer, a large and frightening canine, waved her through. A wave of relief washed over Terra. She strode into the 'twenty-one and over' club, under the bright neon sign that quite simply said "21-UP", despite being seventeen years of age.
She took off her tan flight jacket, and hung it over the back of a barstool before sitting down. Her buxom chest had the bartender's attention in seconds; unfortunately, the rest of her didn't. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, and crossed her arms over her tight olive green tank top.
"Gimme a Buck-Light", she barked rudely.
The bartender set her foaming glass down in front of her with a clack, and turned to some of the other customers.
"What a jerk", commented the hyena sitting next to her.
"Totally", Terra extended her paw halfway through the space between them. "I'm Terra"
"Jack" The hyena took her paw in his own, giving it a brief shake. "So, tell me, Terra, what's a vixen such as yourself doing here alone?"
Before Terra could get a word in, the bartender came back "Can I get you anything else, Ma'am" He spat on the bar and wiped it clean with a rag. Terra glared at him, turning away from her drink to tell him off. That's when the hyena took the chance to slip a little tablet into her drink. It dissolved almost instantly, and was imbedded into Terra's beer without a trace.
They talked, and laughed, as Terra drank. As she drank she slowly became less and less aware of her surroundings, until Jack helped her off of her seat, and carried the heavily inebriated vixen outside.; his exit covered by loud music and flashing lights. He locked the back door of the club behind them, and shoved Terra against the opposite wall, pressing his muzzle against hers. Jack kissed the vixen deeply, tasting every corner of her mouth, as she was helpless to resist.
"Mmm, you taste young", he hissed, licking her ear. Jack let go of her face, allowing her head to tilt forward, so her nose was pointed towards her shoulder. "Let's see what you look like underneath this silly shirt." He curled his fingers under her tank top, pulling it up in one swift motion. The piece of fabric fluttered to the ground as he groped her chest. Terra mumbled incomprehensibly, but Jack ignored it. He lapped at her cleavage, tasting her lovely orange fur.
After a while he decided that it was time for the 'main course', and fumbled with her pants before tearing them off of her waist.
"N-no... heat..." Terra murmured.
"I know you're in heat you stupid whore" Jack growled before he ripped her panties off of her body, and shoved them into her throat to keep her quiet.
Then he picked her up, pressing her against the wall, hard, as he crossed her legs behind him. With one paw, he freed himself of his pants, positioning himself between her folds. He knew she wouldn't remember it, but he'd be sure to make her feel it.
Terra's eyes opened wide as he thrust into her, roughly. "A virgin," He cackled, "well, not anymore!"
He held her by the hips as he forced himself in and out of her warm wetness. She made soft noises and complaints through the gag, in a limbo between consciousness and a blacked out sleep. She was saying "no", but Jack knew she was enjoying it. Jack bounced her on top of his hips, thoroughly enjoying the tightness of her sex.
She pushed weakly against his chest, and with one paw, he grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms over her head as he continued to use her as his plaything. Her body was so lean and firm, he could barely contain his excitement.
His thrusts started to slow down as he neared climax, pushing harder and deeper with each successive thrust. He loved the way her bosom jiggled every time he pushed into her wonderful folds.
Soon, he couldn't hold back anymore, but he didn't have to. Jack released inside of her, filling her virgin flower with his seed. He panted as the sweet smell of her well-bred pussy resonated through his nostrils.
Without a second thought he tossed her into the dumpster, and shut the lid; smirking as he walked away, and the rain started to fall.