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Well, I suppose it was to be expected. I was bound to run with my head into the wall one way or another. I just wasn't expecting it to be...this way. Don't get me wrong...or, well, do so only half-way. How am I to explain this? My tone of voice, even through this block of text, might seem indifferent, and that is because I'm not sure what I feel anymore. Some of it are my own emotions, the rest...well...the rest are the effects he has on me. But, I suppose at some level I must love the whole situation, or otherwise I wouldn't react just like that. Sorry, I must be confusing you with all of this. Let me get to the history, then, okay? That way, you can decide for yourself if I was destined for this, or if it was just luck.

It was some time ago, perhaps two-three weeks, even a month maybe, I don't know. Time passes by in a strange way for me now. I was greatly put off by the idea of leaving the bar, not because I was drunk and intended on proceeding along the road towards getting private with the floor under the table, but rather because...well...it was raining. Cats don't like rain. I know, I know, you'll say I'm not a cat, I'm a white tiger, but fact is-- I'm feline, and as such, I absolutely despise getting wet. It's enough of a mental battle to shower every day. Anyway, back to the story.

I was looking at the bottom of the glass, which had a little more of the substance that I had chosen to poison myself with on that particular occasion, into my own sky blue eyes. I flashed a smile at the face, and it flashed one back. I had always taken pride in keeping my fangs clean, despite the amount of bloody meat I ate. Now, dear reader, you must understand that I usually do not even think about going to bars. This time, however, I had a very good reason-- despite having a good job, a great place, I was alone. I really was lonely, and all I had were one-night stands as far as love is considered. That night, I had gone out with the intention of finding a nice mate to take home and keep her with me. It ended with my fourth glass of whiskey and still no luck.

I couldn't understand it! I was better than most out there-- long, muscular legs, buff enough arms, strong, long fingers, narrow waist, perfect set of abs, good pectorals, I have to say I've been anatomically predisposed to look good, and I used every single bit of it. In fact, even my tail is long! My fur is very soft, and lots of people have told me that it's probably the best thing to cuddle up to. I've got eyes that seem to mesmerize all who talk to me, and the most shiny smile you've seen since last you watched a tooth paste commercial. So what the hell was the problem?

I was snapped from my thoughts by the barkeep, your run-of-the-mill bulky bloodhound, who growled at me that he was closing and I was to 'get my tail out into the rain,' to use his exact words. With a sigh, I paid the guy and went out into the rain, hesitating at the door. I hate being wet!

So, it was about thirty minutes later that I was practically ready to beg for a chance to dry off or catch a cab, and I still had a good hour to walk. It's what I get for wandering around so much. Anyway, a few people along the way managed to find time in their busy schedules to taunt me, usually with 'aww, poor kitty got wet!' shouts or such things. The town was mostly populated by dog breeds. Of course, this was not accident-- I have a good long history of going headfirst against all the odds. I love to fight back, spite people, even just insult and annoy them if they're enough of a threat. Being the smallest cub in my old pack, no one imagined I'd survive long, but look at me now, I was the best looking white tiger out there, and I was living a grand life in a city filled with dogs. Nothing as satisfying as flipping off a pit bull twice my size, knowing that I have five times his speed, to fight or run, whichever suited me best.

I kept my head down and my gaze to the ground, and because the rain was pouring in such thick sheets, I couldn't see anything in front of me. I bumped into something, and almost fell over from the rebound, but a strong hand caught my arm and steadied me.

"I thought cats are supposed to have great night vision," a taunt came down to my ears and made me sneer as I looked up into the face of what at the time seemed like a husky.

"Fuck you!" I replied, moving my arm out of his grip. The guy just leered at me and raised his paw defensively, the other holding an umbrella.

"Hey, hey, calm down friend. I was just teasing," he said, and I noticed that there really wasn't any hostility in his voice, which was deep and kind of soothing.

"Yeah, well, if you're done, I'd like to get on my way."

"Your jacket tells me that your way is far off from here," he said, which kind of surprised me. I was wearing the same jacket I was given at my work place ﾃ｢竄ｬ" a blue and white one with a simple stripe design. The left shoulder had a small patch on it that defined me as the head cook of a restaurant. It wasn't like I was the president, but I was damn proud of my cooking skills, and this was a rightfully earned title. Anyway, the fact is that restaurants were all in the same part of town, and they all provided housing for their employees near the work place. This guy was damn observant.

"Yeah, so?" I asked with a hiss. I did not like standing in the rain and just chatting with others.

"So, I reckon you've got about an hour left of walking, and there's no cab or bus around. Why don't you come with me to my place, and then I can drop you off?"

I looked at the other with a sneer. "Oh, so you can beat me up or something? I don't think so. Haven't you heard? People teach their kids not to go anywhere with strangers these days."

He just laughed a bit, which unnerved me. Truth be told, I really was thinking of accepting the offer, seeing as I was wet enough to pour out a bucket of water if you squeezed my tail alone.

"Look, I'm just trying to be nice. But, if you don't want to be warm and comfortable until the rain stops..." at this point he paused, and his paw moved around, something shiny in it catching my eyes, only to continue again with, "...well, I can't say I understand you, but to each their own, right?"

He turned around and started to walk away, leaving me in the rain, just standing there. I fought with myself for a moment, and my hate for water was the one who won over the warning voice in my head, and I ran after the guy. I was about to tap him on the shoulder or call after him, but he turned around and was smiling, offering the umbrella.

"I knew you'd choose the reasonable thing...now, come on, my place is nearby..."

He had a small umbrella, so we had to press against each other to fit under it, which I didn't much appreciate, but we were at his house in five minutes. Well, it was actually a house once, and now it was a set of apartments. His was on the second floor. He let me in first and then closed the door after him.

"You're really dripping all over the place, aren't you? How long have you been walking?"

I kicked my tennis shoes off to repay him for the kindness of letting me wait out the rain, and shrugged, "Dunno, maybe half an hour?"

"Yeah, I can tell, you're freezing..." he chuckled, and that's when I noticed that I was completely soaked and shaking from the cold. Must've looked miserable like that, dripping onto his white carpet.

"I am Raphael, by the way. You can call me Ralf, though, if you want," the guy said, and offered a paw to shake. We were still standing in the half-dark, so I could only barely make out his features. I gripped the paw and shook it.

"I'm Alexander," I replied, leaving the paw alone after a few seconds. It was then that he turned the light on and I jumped back. Husky my ass, this guy was a wolf! It was obvious now as the light showed his perfectly lupine features. There was nothing dog about him! And I'd thought all this time he was just a particularly bulky husky.

He sighed and waved his head, smiling, "Hey, don't worry, I just ate..."

"I'm a tiger, Ralf, I'm not about to be frightened by a slightly bigger mutt," I replied despite my nerves.

He chuckled and went to sit down in his living room, motioning that I could sit if I wanted to. I chose to just stand there and watch him carefully. He took his jacket off, and beneath it was a black T-shirt that was really tightly pressed against his chest. I had a wiry, well defined frame, but this guy had muscles galore. The sleeves of the shirt strained each time his biceps would constrict. He fumbled through the (also) tight fitting cargo pants for a while, and then produced a pretty little emerald tied to a silvery chain. He started twirling it around a bit, and I just watched it, my eyes attracted to the moving thing.

"So, you're feeling pretty cold, then?"

"Er...yeah..." I muttered, shivering fiercely.

"Wanna get warm and dry, I bet..." he said, his tone of voice somehow more soothing than before.

"Would be nice, I guess," my reply was as curt as always.

"Why don't you take a shower then?"

"I'm not at home."

"I've got a shower."

"You're a stranger."

"So?"

"I'm not about to strip naked in front of a stranger, and I'm not getting into wet clothes after I dry off."

"You can have some of my stuff, I figure they'd fit."

I was suspicious at this point, but there was nothing indicating that he wasn't perfectly harmless, just sitting there and twirling his pretty little pendant this way and that, in even circles.

"I don't even like showers that much," I replied, as if just remembering this fact.

"You want a nice, long, hot one now, don't you?"

"Er..." I thought about it for a moment. It felt like a nice enough idea in my mind. "Yeah...I guess"

"So why not take it? The rain's gonna last through the night anyway."

"You're a stranger," I repeated, though it was as if the shower was calling out to me, for the first time in my life.

"No, I'm not, I'm Ralf, remember? We met."

"Yeah, we did..."

"Okay, so go take that shower then..."

I shrugged and went to the bathroom. Figured, why not use this poor sap's hospitality to its maximum? There was a knock at the door and he shoved a bundle of clothes into my hands, not looking in, and then I locked the door and got under the shower. I swear to whatever power there is up there, never had a shower felt so good on my fur. I think it lasted about an hour before I got out, and then I took 45 more minutes to dry my fur off. He had a blow drier, and I didn't feel like waiting for the fur to dry off on its own, so I decided to risk being all "fluffed-up" from the hot air. It turned out that he gave me a pair of shorts and a black shirt, both of which were slightly bigger than my size. The shorts kept slipping over the black boxer-briefs which I decided to keep.

I got out of the shower, and Ralf was lying down on the sofa, watching some TV. I walked over and sat into the armchair, moving the towel about my head some more. "Thanks..." I muttered, and he smiled and said not to mention it.

We watched TV for a while, and then he turned it off and sat up, looking at me.

"So, Alex, how are you going to repay me for my hospitality?" he asked, laughing a bit and taking that pretty pendant out again and starting to twirl it about.

"What?" I asked, shocked, "You said you wanted to do a good deed! There's no repaying involved!"

"I said I was trying to be nice, not that I was doing charity," he said with a chuckle and a wave of his head.

"Fine, how much money do you want?"

"I don't want your money, kitten," the guy said, and this put me to all out alert mode, but somehow before I could so much as react, I was slammed onto the ground and the wolf was straddling me.

"You're gay, aren't you, kitten?"

"What? No, where the fuck did you get that idea?" I asked, struggling to get free.

"Oh, really? This will be a special night for you, then," he said, and then moved that pendant of his into my face.

"What are you doing, you raving lunatic?" I yelled, trying to squirm out, but his powerful thighs held me in place with ease. My eyes started falling into sync with the moving emerald.

"Oh, I'm just making sure you don't resist too much, kitten," he said, and then moved so his mouth was right at my ear, continuing in a whisper, "You are going to love what I'm going to do to you tonight."

I was grunting, trying to get away, but somehow the voice was starting to be very dominant even inside my head.

"In fact, the moment you taste my cum, you'll be a wild little slut for it," he went on, and I was about to protest, but the words didn't come out of my mouth. I was feeling very tired, all of a sudden.

"I'm going to enjoy taking your virginity, kitten, and..."

"Fuck you! Get off me!" I yelled, my claws moving out and scratching at his chest, making eight red rivulets appear on it.

"Oh, for this, you're going to get punished," he growled, and stopped twirling the pendant. He stood up and grabbed my hair, pulling me up and causing me to mew in pain.

Before I could so much as do anything, he slammed my head into his crotch, and then threw me back onto the floor. I couldn't get the chance to roll away when he took a different position on top of me. He sat on my stomach, and his legs moved out to pin my arms to the floor, so I couldn't do much. He moved close to me and put the pendant into my line of sight again, twirling it around.

"All right then, you're going to sleep now," he said, and before the first curse word I could think of came out of my mouth, all went black.

When I woke up, it was to find that I was wearing just my underwear, and was sprawled out across the carpet. Raphael (somehow I couldn't bring myself to call him by his nickname) was sitting in an armchair, as if just waiting for me to wake.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, jumping up.

"Since you were so disrespectful, I decided that I'll make tonight as unpleasant as it will be pleasurable. I've been hypnotizing you since the moment we met in the street, and now I've placed a few keywords into your mind, as well as a few suggestions, just to make sure you are going to stay here as my little pet."

"You're nuts!" I said as I turned around and went for the door, ignoring the ideas of getting clothes or tennis shoes-- I just needed to get the hell out of there.

"Kitten, stop," he said in a calm voice, and my legs turned to lead. I stopped dead in my tracks, and couldn't move a muscle.

"Kitten, come to me."

"No way, Iﾃ｢竄ｬ"gah!" I yelled out in surprise as my body turned against me and I walked over to Raphael. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"That's a good boy," he said, and I felt pride well up inside me. Why did that happen? He placed his paw on my head and gently pushed down, and when I resisted, he said, "Kitten, kneel," and I did, as if controlled by another invisible force.

My face, this way, was right in front of his crotch. He let me stay there for a while, struggling, and just as I was about to curse him, issued another command.

"Kitten, respect," and with that, all thoughts of insulting him washed away from my mind.

"Lap at my crotch, kitten," he said, and I felt my tongue move out of my mouth and start licking at the fabric of the cargo pants. My eyes went wide, and my mind yelled at me to yell, scream, fight, but as soon as they would appear, protests would be deleted.

"That's a good boy," he said, and again I felt good inside, and subsequently sick.

"Unbutton my pants and pull them down, kitten"

My hands moved up and carefully undid the buttons of the cargos, and then I pulled them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his cock and balls just sprang up into my face. They were huge! And suddenly, I felt very warm all over, and had a funny feeling in my stomach, which I refused to relate to arousal. I was straight, damn it!

"Now, kitten, show your master how much you love him."

These words made me want to retch, but the worse part was that my lips opened and I placed them around his head, and my tongue started rubbing over it. The taste was disgusting, and the member started swelling up inside my mouth as Raphael moved on towards full erection.

"That's a good boy," he said, and it made me feel so happy all of a sudden that I pulled more of him into my mouth. I went on lapping at the head with my tongue for a few minutes, and then he was fully erect. I swear, he had to have at least 12 inches.

"Kitten, suck my cock," Raphael said, and then I moved on around the member, shoving more of it into my mouth and starting to bob up and down on it. He let out a light growl of content, and I went on working at it, my eyes closed from disgust for what I was doing, yet at the same time I felt my own cock straining against my boxer briefs. What the hell?

"Get my whole cock in your mouth, kitten," Raphael growled, and I started moving deeper and deeper. At a certain point the head hit the back of my throat and I started gagging, but my head went on forwards, despite it. I felt like I was going to die from the lack of air, but I didn't stop until I was completely impaled on the wolf's cock, only his know outside of my mouth.

"Short breaths, kitten," and this, as if a command was issued, made me manage to start gasping slightly around the thing blocking my entrance. At the same time, it made me slobber all around it, as if I were a greedy little slut wanting to eat his meat. A second later, I wondered why this comparison even entered my mind.

Then, he started moving in and out of my mouth, moaning with pleasure, just holding my head there. I couldn't move a muscle to harm him, to get away, or even to groan in disapproval. I was completely dominated by this wolf, and my body was obeying his every command! I felt sick, humiliated, angry, and helpless. Tears began to form and I started crying, but he just went on, my drool slowly forming a slight pool as it dripped down his balls and onto the carpet.

"Oh, don't cry. You'll learn to love this," Raphael said between thrusts, and then moved out enough to have only his head on my tongue. My mouth felt sore, and my throat was burning from the rape it had been subjected to.

"Kitten, there will be my pre on your tongue soon. Do you know what to do?"

He moved out enough, and I looked up at him, opening my mouth and sliding my tongue greedily out.

"That's a good boy," he said again, and I felt proud and happy to know how to proceed. A drop of his pre-cum fell on my tongue, and I let it slide across it and down my throat. As if this were just what I was waiting for, I started moving. I moved around so my back was facing him, and then I knelt up, but moved my torso down, so my ass was up in the air, covered only by my tail, my face and hands in the white carpet.

"This is going to hurt at first, but you'll learn," Raphael laughed, and I realized that this was not a command. He was only issuing commands when he used the word "kitten," I realized, but that was not much use.

"Kitten, you're going to let me know how this feels now, but don't forget respect."

My tongue was untied, it seemed, but I couldn't insult him.

"Please..." I begged, "Please don't..."

I was still crying, my mouth still sore as violent sobs shook my whole body. It was as if I were up to now put under emotional vacuum, as if I were not involved in the events before, until now.

"Please, don't...leave me be...no...please...I didn't...do anything wrong...please...stop this...it hurts...don't ... please... don't... please..." I kept begging, sobbing into the carpet, but my words ended there as he mercilessly pushed his giant cock into my virgin tail hole after lifting the only limb that could protect me as if it were a twig.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice, my hands gripping the carpet as pain as I never before knew ravaged my body, making me shake and shiver without control.

"Yes, I know," Raphael said simply and moved further in, making me scream more, shriller, as if a girl were screaming.

He moved on like this for an eternity, each time waiting for me to stop screaming to issue another wave of agony. I don't know how long it lasted, but he didn't rest until all but his knot was buried in my no longer virgin tail hole, which throbbed with pain. I was, by this time, sniveling and crying into the carpet, reduced to whimpers and slight little moans, my resolve lying in ashes and ruins with me in the carpet, wet from my tears and snot.

My claws were digging deeply into the carpet, and my whole body was tense. He moved out, slowly, making me whimper more, breaking down into more sobs, and then he pushed in again.

"P-p-p-please... stop... I-I... p-please... s-s-stop this.... n-n-no... anything... d-don't..." I muttered to him in a weak, high pitched voice, body convulsing with sobs after each word.

He went on doing this for some more time, pulling out and pushing in slowly, and as he did, the pain subsided, and all that was left was a dull, numb pressure in my bowel, and the humiliation, the distress of what was happening to me.

"You've stopped begging... that means the pain is gone. Good," he said, and I hated him for it, I hated him with all my heart, but couldn't reply, couldn't do anything but submit, couldn't do anything but lie there and be raped.

"Kitten, you are gay," He said.

As he said these words, he pulled out, and then pushed in, and I suddenly felt waves of pleasure washing over me. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving a sort of empty, wide open feeling in my ass. I blinked, unsure of what just happened.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"N-no..." I sniveled into the carpet.

"Kitten, when I ask you a question, you answer without lies and completely..." he said, and I felt something wash over me, as if an imperative were planted into my head.

"Did you like that?"

"N-n-... N-..." I tried saying it, but it wouldn't come out, instead replaced by a very quiet, defeated, shameful, "yes..." and then, because obviously it wasn't enough humiliation for him, I added, "...sir."

"That's a good boy."

Again I swelled up with pride. It made me break down in tears again.

"What do you want me to do?"

"P-please... don't... d-don't make me... s-say it..." I cried into the carpet.

"What do you want me to do, Kitten?"

"F-fuck me sir, I want you to fuck me..." I cried out into the carpet, my voice muffled. I could feel the wolf's grin right before he slammed into me much quicker than before. I cried out in shock and, this time, pleasure, and he moved in and out, and in and out, and I just moaned and screamed and groaned, and I think even a few times I yelled out for him to do it harder.

In the end, he shoved his dick all the way into me, up to the knot, and shot his load, which made me scream in ecstasy, feeling wave upon wave of his semen crash into my insides, wash over my whole body from the inside.

He pulled out, and I collapsed, realizing that my stomach was rubbing in a pool of my own semen. I must have come at the same time as he did.

"That's a good boy," the Master panted to me.