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Before you read this story, read the tags. Look up any of them you don't understand. This is filthy, and I wrote it to vent. If you're not of legal age, don't read this. If you are of legal age... you probably don't want to read this either. You have been warned. Please comment on this story, let me know what you liked and didn't like - your comments will either help me improve as a writer, or poke me to find a more suitable outlet for my creative juices. Thanks in advance, everyone!

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Duachi, a morphic male bengal cat, walked along a dirt road with his escort, Umos. He was short and slender, wearing a cloth shirt and pants with a travelling robe flung over the top, and sandals to protect his feet. Umos, on the other hand, is a tall orcish woman, clad in a full suit of plate armour, including helmet and boots.

Duachi resented the mission he'd been sent on by the University. He'd been sent to a library in another town several days' hike away with an important message. The message had been sealed and he was under strict instructions to go on foot. When he'd arrived, he'd received barely a nod, before being sent on his way. As things stood, it had been just over a week since he'd bathed, and staying at inns every night meant food and lodgings the quality of which was variable to say the least.

Umos resented the mission she'd been hired for because of Duachi. She had no idea why the cat-man was so important, or why she hadn't just been tasked with delivering the message herself. She was sick of refusing suitors, which she'd had no shortage of, to keep an eye on him. But most of all, she was irritated at walking for ten hours a day, every day, in battle armour. And it's not as if the pay was particularly good - most of her pay had already disappeared, spent on food and shelter each night.

"We will take a comfort break now," Umos said suddenly. She'd barely talked in the eight days the pair had spent together. Duachi just nodded. "I can't leave you alone, so you will come with me." Umos then headed off the road and onto a narrow path into some dense bushes, as if she expected to be obeyed. Duachi, of course, obeyed, not wanting to give his escort the slip. After walking a fair distance from the road, she turned her back on Duachi and said firmly, "Turn around."

Duachi was captivated by the tall, powerful figure that began to disrobe right in front of him, starting by removing her helmet and then her breastplate, revealing herself to be naked beneath it. She stepped out of her boots, and then lowered her greaves, the green-skinned orc naked before him. She squatted down, and a thick, golden stream began to tumble from between her legs. He knew he should turn around. He knew he should walk away. But the sight of the strong, powerful figure owning her surroundings captivated him.

Halfway through relieving herself, Umos glanced back over her shoulder and saw the tiger staring right at her. "What the hell?!" she shouted, standing up and turning around in one fluid motion, stepping towards Duachi. She stood there, completely naked, right in front of him. She couldn't help but notice his cloth pants were looking a little tight, bulging out right in front of her. The man-cat was hard. He looked at her with the same expression in his eyes as the proverbial deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Except this car was two feet taller than him. And routinely carried a sword bigger than his arm in one hand. "Are you getting off on this?!" she demanded, glaring down at him.

The vision of female power before him, towering over him, demanding of him, made a wet spot appear in his sack cloth pants. He just nodded shyly, whimpering quietly, saying softly, "Please... please don't hurt me... I'm sorry... I... can't help it..."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she growled. She reached out with a hand and grabbed his shirt by the collar, yanking it upwards. The cat reacted in time and raised his arms, his robe falling to the floor, his shirt tossed aside by the orc. She grabbed his pants by the waist and pushed them down, then took hold of the cat by the shoulder and pulled him forwards, off balance. He landed on his knees in the mud right in front of her, his erect jet-black cock throbbing and drooling precum as he knelt before her, naked.

From where he knelt, he could smell the strong odour of Umos' musk mixed with her recent piss. This only made him harder. "I've wanted to beat some sense into you for days," Umos said. "But if you get off on watching me piss, I think I'll start by putting you in your place. Mouth open." With that said, she stepped forward, lowered a strong green-skinned hand down to her crotch, positioned her lips to aim, and then relaxed her bladder. As Duachi opened his mouth shakily, a strong, yellow stream of piss shot out, aimed right for his face. He recoiled, closing his mouth in surprise, instinctively raising a hand, but before he could even get the hand halfway up, it had been kicked back down. "I said mouth OPEN!" she yelled. The cat complied, feeling shame as the orc's piss soaked into his facefur, and kept his mouth open. After a few moments, the stream resumed, this time aimed directly at his mouth. Umos laughed as the cat tried not to recoil again, the strong flavour of her piss hitting his tongue and cascading down over his tastebuds. She carried on pissing, her bladder taking a good half-minute to empty, before the stream petered out. She grabbed the gagging cat by the chin and pulled his head up, then stepped forward, over him, her pussy right over his mouth. "Clean me," she demanded.

The cat gagged a little more as the ripe, musky, unwashed pussy was forced onto his face, but obediently, he opened his mouth and his tongue snaked out to gently caress the outer lips before diving in. He gulped occasionally, swallowing the orc's urine mixed with her sweat. Umos couldn't help but moan a little as she held the cat's head in both her hands - one under his chin, the other gripping the fur between his ears. As the bristly tongue serviced her, cleaning the piss and sweat out of her inner folds, she reflected on all the days she'd wanted to teach the brainiac a lesson. Feeling herself starting to moisten with desire, she pulled the cat's head back a little further, directing him to work on her clit. He sealed his lips around the small nub of flesh and gave a little suck, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the orc. "Harder," she growled demandingly, rewarded by a firmer suck and rubbing of the tongue against that little nub of flesh.

Umos turned around and stepped over the cat, pushing him down to the ground. He landed on his back in the mud with a yelp. The orcess rubbed her clit, watching the cat squirm a little, before kneeling down astride his head. She sat herself down on his face, forcing his nose against her dripping cunt, positioning her clit right at his mouth. "Make me cum," she ordered, putting her hands on the cat's wrists. The cat started work, every breath he took scented by the unwashed pussy, his lips and tongue working over the orc's button as best he could. His cock throbbed, drooling precum, and he desperately wanted to paw himself off, but with the orc pinning his arms, all he could do was squirm and hump the air desperately.

The show the cat was giving her, combined with the pressure to her clit, was really doing it for Umos. She panted heavily, tensing up on top of the cat, before finally grunting and groaning with pleasure, shuddering a little on top of her quarry, panting and moaning as she came, her juices squirting over the cat's piss-soaked face a little, marking him.

"You're so pathetic," she said, kneeling forward a little and positioning her filthy, unwashed asshole at his lips. The cat moaned in protest, for which he was rewarded with a fist to the gut. There was no force to the punch, but the surprise of the blow made him whimper and whine pathetically, his cock throbbing a little. Umos mentally filed away that she was dealing with a masochist. That could be interesting. "You are going to be my toilet, bitch cat. Then, you are going to clean me. Do a good job and I'll let you eat my pussy until the taste goes away," she said sternly. It wasn't an order - it was a statement of fact. Duachi squirmed helplessly, piss and her ejaculate soaking into his facefur as the bitter taste of scat hit his tongue. His cock throbbed and drooled precum as he opened his mouth with a whine, tongue starting to lick at her anal opening.

Umos laughed, watching just how hot this humiliation was making the cat. She concentrated for a moment, and pushed. Her asshole winked a little, eliciting a grunt of surprise from the cat beneath her. She pushed again, and felt her hole parting, a slight crackling sound audible as she started to shit right into the cat's mouth. The bitter taste of shit intensified and she could feel the cat gagging beneath her. Her pussy drooled, loving the power she had over this male who'd caused her so much irritation over the past few days, and she kept on pushing, not caring what happened to her shit as long as the cat suffered.

And Duachi suffered, alright. His mouth full of orc feces, he tried to grunt at her, getting her to stop as he gagged not only on the strong flavour, but as the log she was pushing out hit the back of his throat. He finally realised that he would have to bite into it. He steeled his resolve and closed his mouth, then opened it again. The flavour got worse. Much worse. And now she was pushing a second log into his mouth. Finally, the log broke off, and she turned around, sitting on his chest, looking down at his face. "Chew it and swallow," she snarled, reaching down to start rubbing her pussy lips, teasing herself as she watched the pathetic male beneath her close his mouth again, and start to chew on her shit. She could see the revulsion on his face as he chewed open-mouthed, letting her watch him rhythmically turn her waste into a thick paste. Rubbing her clit, she moaned heavily, watching the cat's throat throb a little as he swallowed down the bitter-tasting mess, emptying his mouth little by little.

"Faster!" she yelled, reaching down behind herself with her other hand. She concentrated for a moment, stopping rubbing herself, as she pushed out the rest of the contents of her bowels into her hand - one more length of fresh scat. She closed and opened her hand a couple of times, squishing her mess into a paste, then reached forward with that hand. Starting with the cat's cheeks, she started smearing her shit all over his face, rubbing it into his cheekfur at first, then across the bridge of his nose, then into the top of his head. She felt a satisfying squish as she rubbed her shit into the cat's fur, watching him wince away from it a little. As he continued to eat, she pressed her pussy against his lips and growled, "I'm done waiting. Get to work." With a tongue covered in the thick paste of orc scat, he started to lick her pussy again, giving firm licks up between her lips and ending with a caress of her button. It took precisely two more licks before the empowered orc panted heavily and came, her juices spilling over the cat's facefur, marking him still further. With the nearest bath several days away, he'd be a stinking mess by the time she was done with him.

Finally, the orc shuffled back, leaving the cat to catch his breath in the shit and ejaculate scented air. The orc moved down the cat's body until her ass pressed against his hard cock. "I suggest you don't cum," she said harshly as she moved herself up and positioned herself over his cock, pressing the drooling tip to her pussy. "I haven't had sex in over a week and I'm not letting you go until I'm fully satisfied."

Duachi could only lie there as the orcish vision of power drove herself down onto his thick length in one smooth thrust, his back arching as he moaned out in pleasure, and immediately went into spasms, shooting his cum deeply into her pussy with a loud, shaky groan of pleasure. "You pathetic bitch," she snarled, and started to ride him. "You're cleaning that mess up when I'm done."

As Umos thrust herself down on his spooging kittycock, again and again, Duachi had the most satisfying, earth-shattering orgasm of his sheltered life, shooting again and again as she fucked every last drop of cum out of his needful dick. And then he realised he was in trouble as his cock became incredibly sensitive. As she fucked him, it actually hurt, and he arched his back, not in pleasure this time but in pain. Umos just laughed, watching him suffer, and cried out as she came, her ejaculate spurting out, coating his cock and balls and soaking into his crotchfur.

Umos fucked herself again and again, loving the feeling of the over-sensitive cock inside of her, the unwilling cat squirming and struggling helplessly beneath her. She silenced him as she rode by shoving her shit-coated hand into his mouth, wiping shit on his tongue, then placed her palm over his lips. Each time he moved, he tasted shit. Each pained groan she elicited from him, he tasted shit. And with his arousal sated, there was no sexual thrill for him, just the shame and the submission.

Finally, four more orgasms later, Umos moved upwards and shoved her dripping cunt back in Duachi's face. Wordlessly, Duachi set about licking her clean, swallowing her juices and his own cum in the process. Umos felt him doing his best to pleasure her, but she'd had enough pleasure for now, this was just about cementing his position in the new dynamic between the pair. When she felt he'd suffered enough, she moved up and wiped her dripping cunt on his nose before standing up.

"Be ready to move on in five minutes," she ordered, gathering the parts of her armour and starting to get dressed as the cat lay still, panting, his mind reeling from what had just happened, and from the strong smell of the orc musk, piss and shit covering his face.