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It was already very late in the evening. The street lights were burning brightly, giving light to the side walks and streets. In those lights, a strange creature hurried towards his destination. It was Harrar SwiftFang, a Charr, sole specimen of his race on the world called Earth. It had been almost two years now, since he'd gotten transported to this world and he had finally gotten used to it. He had explored a little, done the odd job here and there, earned some money and now was even going on a date! He felt strange in the three piece suit he was wearing,sometimes pulling at the collar or scratching in the neck, but the shopkeeper had sworn he looked quite handsome in it. The semi-legal, underground restaurant was where his date would be waiting for him. He had not ordered a cab, just to save some money, which now proved a stupid thing to have done. He knew he would be late and kept looking at the streets signs, hoping he was heading in the right direction. He rounded a corner and crashed into someone, hard, flooring that person.

His old instincts took over for a moment. "Watch where you're going!" he growled. Then he noticed the girl he had wronged, a gorgeous looking, striped tigress, wearing a tight black tank top with a large cleavage, blue jean shorts and black high heels. "Hey! You are the idiot that bumped into me!" she answered, as she slowly stood up.

He quickly checked his behavior, then offered her his paw to help her up. "I am sorry, Milady, I am anxious and in a hurry. Please, forgive me." She took his paw, then pulled herself up, stumbled against him, patting his chest, then pushed of off him and walked past. "Yeah, yeah, sure!" and she rounded the corner, out of his sight.

He sniffed the air for a moment, loving her enticing perfume, mixed with pheromones. He shook his head, chuckled and walked on. When he came to the end of the street at the crossway, he had to check the address again. His paw went into a pocket and came up empty. He reached in the other pockets and met the same results. His wallet was gone! _"That girl! A thief!"_he thought. Anger flared inside of him and he turned and ran towards the spot where he had knocked her over. Luckily he still remembered her scent well. He sniffed when he returned to the crime scene, recognized her scent lingering in the air and proceeded to track her.

The tigress had ducked into an alley, counting the money, after she had discarded the wallet. It had held nothing else of interest, except the large package of hundred dollar bills. She grinned as she pocketed the money. _"What a strange creature. And how foolish to carry that much cash around."_she thought. Then her ears turned backwards, towards the sound of running feet. She looked back over her shoulder and saw the silhouette of the male she had just robbed, passing the alley she was standing in. _"How the hell has he found me?"_She stepped on as fast as her high heels could carry her.

He walked back three paces, then turned and entered the small alley. Her scent was stronger here. He smiled. His heartbeat was quickening as he closed the distance with his prey. Yes. She was prey and he was the hunter. This world had made him a bit docile, but slowly his instincts of old were taking over. The thrill of the hunt, the search for prey, the expectation of battle even. It felt good to get the adrenaline pumping like this again. He sniffed the air. She had rounded another corner.

Her memory had slipped. She had taken a wrong turn. It seemed that guy was really getting to her. The alley she was in now, was a dead-end, a seven feet fence with barbwire on top blocking the street beyond. She turned around, but saw the shadow of her pursuer slowly growing larger. She quickly hid behind a large dumpster, slowing her breath as much as possible.

He rounded the corner and smiled. He had her. Her smell was strong here. He took another step, then the smell was gone. He sniffed deeply, but all he got was garbage stench. He also could not see her. Impossible! She could not have disappeared into thin air. Then he saw it. A shadow from behind the dumpster. It was moving softly, as if she was breathing slowly. He grinned, then quietly stepped towards the dumpster, making no sound what so ever. Tall as he was, he could lean over the dumpster and look down upon her. If she was scared, she did not show it. She would be soon though. He noticed her large cleavage and started to salivate on purpose, then let a drop slowly fall between her breasts.

She slowly looked up when she felt the drop on her breasts, straight into his large golden eyes. He roared at her and she scrambled up to her feet, turning at the same time, trying to get past him. He was faster though and he smacked her across the face with a backpaw. She fell over backwards, but was steadied by his paw, wrapped around her throat, as he pushed her backwards, lifted her up against the wall hard and knocked the wind our of her. She stretched her legs and feet, trying to gain a bit of a foothold, tiptoeing, as she was gasping for breath. Her paws were clinging onto his wrist, but he did not budge or relent. She kicked out then, hard, aiming for his groin. He was prepared though and quickly grabbed her knee with his other paw, then pushed her leg away. He growled at her. Maybe she should just use her claws and dig into his wrist. But the big male kept gazing into her ice-blue eyes and she shuddered, knowing that was a bad idea.

His maw was only an inch from her own "You wronged me!" he snarled "Where is my money?"

"In... my... pocket..." she croaked. His free paw started searching her pockets and quickly pulled out the money. He pocketed it in his own vest again. He set her feet down on the ground, released his hold a little, making it easier for her to breath, but still unable to move much. "Well, at least he did not find the money I stored in my bra." a tiny, happy voice said at the back of her mind. Maybe, just maybe, she could get out of here with it. "You know, my handler is looking for me as we speak. Big, muscular, bovine fellow who will kick your ass, if you don't release me now!"

He growled in her face, showing his prominent sharp teeth. "Foolish bitch! The restaurant where I was supposed to meet my date has an arena where you have to kill your own dinner or get killed by it. You think I am unprepared for battle?" he unsheathed the obsidian-colored claw of his free paw and showed it to her. "I am Charr! Let him come and I will rip him open!"

She blinked and gulped, knowing her bluff had been called. She was on her own. She never had any use for a handler, but was now wishing she had one. Or at least a back-up friend for a situation like this. But she never imagined this would happen. She decided to try something else. "What is a Charr? Some sort of Dragon-Cat hybrid?"

Bad move! He lifted her up and back again, knocking her head against the wall, slightly dizzying her. "Do not insult me, Bitch! I am Charr and I will have compensation from you! For the loss of my expensive reservation, my date, my chance at mating! I want compensation and you will pay for it!"

So that was what he was after. Well, it wouldn't be the first time she would give someone a blowjob to get away with stuff. Most of them had been cops when she had been caught stealing or tricking. If he wanted one too and let her go after that, she would happily appease him. "Okay, big guy, how about you let go and unzip and I will give you the best blowjob you ever had?"

The Charr grinned wickedly as he let her go. "Not what I had in mind, little slut!" He unsheathed the claw on his other paw as well and thrusted both of them towards her. She quickly shut her eyes. "This is it!"_she thought as she waited for the killing blow to come. _"This time I picked the wrong target and will pay the ultimate price for it." Her life started to flash by her. Scenes of her family, her childhood friends. High school and college. How her teacher had raped her, then tampered with her exams, failing every class. Arguing with her parents, then running away from home, moving to the city, surviving on the streets. How she slowly made a new life and was successful at it. There were still more bad then good memories, but she did not wish to die. She winced as the sharp claws raked over her body, the claw-tips running through her fur, but not hurting the skin underneath. She heard ripping noises. She opened her eyes, revealing the Charr, who was in a frenzy, shredding her clothes to pieces. The shreds fell to the ground, mixed with bits of green paper, leaving her standing completely naked., her breasts still bouncing a little from the sudden freedom. "So! That's where you left the rest of my money!" Before she could respond, he sheathed his claws again, then grabbed her around her throat again with one paw. "Now you are ready to repay me." He unzipped his pants with his other paw. That was the moment she lost what was left of her composure and confidence. "P-p-please don't... I beg you..."

Harrar chuckled and grinned. "I am not going to rape you, little one. I have more honor then that! But I do know you want it. The air is filled with your pheromones and..." He suddenly let his paw touch her sex, rubbed it for a second, then held it in front of her face, showing her it was glistening wet with her own fluids. "... I think this is further prove how much you want it." It was true. She had gotten aroused by his touch, his demeanor, his dominance over her. She was used to be the dominant one, but now that he was in control, she could not help, but be attracted to the strong male.

"Lick it!" He commanded her, his paw going to her maw. She obliged, letting her tongue clean his paw, tasting herself willingly. It was not the first time she had tasted herself before, but it was usually used to arouse her counterpart. Now that she was forced to do it, she felt a shiver going over her spine, felt her inner heat increase, wanting the male badly now. It was as if he could read her mind, because he let go of her throat, grabbed her shoulders, turned her around and bended her over. She reached for the wall, steadying herself, waiting excitedly for what would come next. He had gotten his cock out and pulled himself onto and into her by her shoulders. "Nyaaaaaaaaah...!!!" she moaned, as he penetrated her deeply in one swift stroke, all the way to the root, parting her insides.

He did not move his hips however. He just stayed like that and bended down over her, pressing his chest against her back. "Tell me, little one. What do you want?" he whispered to her.

"Oh gods, please... go on...?"

"No, no! Beg me! I know you want it... All you have to do is say it."

"Please! I beg of you! F-f-fuck me!"

In answer he started thrusting his hips, sliding in and out of her pussy. He hugged her chest and started massaging her breasts, as he moaned in her ear. She purred back at him in delight. Her purrs quickly changed into soft growls and those became moans as well. She panted, then yelped as he pinched her hardened, overly-sensitive nipples. When one of his paws let go of her breasts, wandered over her chest, over her belly, to her sex and in between her legs, she almost climaxed. It did not happen though until the tip of his finger rubbed against her clit. It was the softest brush she ever had there, but it was enough. She shivered and spasmed, barely able to keep standing as she came, her insides clamping around his member, trying to keep him in, but failing as he thrusted in and out of her harder then before.

He roared into the night's sky. He felt his blood pumping and his member pulsing. He gave one last hard push inside of her, then came in her as deep as he could. He thrusted once more, shooting another dose of semen, then quickly slided out of her and clamped down on his cock with one paw, stemming the flow of cum. With his other paw, he grabbed her by the back of her head, turned her around and forced her on her knees. He stroked his cock once and let the rest of his semen shoot out against her face and on top of her head. She quickly closed her eyes and let it all happen to her, enjoying herself as much as she had never done in a long time.

When his orgasm was over, he quickly stuffed his member back in his pants and went down on his knees in front of her. "Open your eyes." he whispered. She did so, carefully, hoping not to get his cum into them. He was gazing right into her eyes as he continued. "You now carry my scent, marking you as mine. You can wash it off however. There for, I have to do this." He unsheathed his claw again, then with the point on his index finger, he cut deeply into the skin on her right shoulder. She winced, but kept quiet. He made another three cuts, creating a Charr rune. "Yesssss, there we go. That will scar up nicely. It is my name, in my language, marking you permanently as mine. Others won't understand it, but we will, which should be enough, yes?" She nodded in understanding, also accepting it in the back of her mind, without hesitation, even wanting to be his. He kissed her on the left cheek, the one that was not soiled by his sperm and stood up. He took off his vest and draped it over her shoulders. She could feel the lump of dollar bills inside the pocket. "Until our paths meet again, little lady." He turned and stepped away, humming an unfamiliar tune.

She stared after him as long as she could. She quickly got up when he rounded the corner, following him, but he was already out of sight. She held his vest tightly around her body, the large vest only just covering all her private areas. "What a strange creature." She suddenly felt very happy and fell into a fit of giggles. When it was over, she grinned and slowly started to make her way home.

The end.....

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