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“You shouldn’t go on the hunt alone, Inya.” the older leopard warned.

Inya scoffed at the notion. “More hunters will scare off the prey. I will bring back more meat for the tribe alone.”

The village elder shook his head. “The dire wolves encroach deeper into our lands. It is not safe.”

“I’m not afraid of them, Brekhys. We can’t let them bully us off our land.” Inya took up her spear and inspected it, making sure it was in good condition.

It wasn’t that she didn’t respect the elder’s advice. But Inya knew her abilities and what she was doing, she didn’t need anyone telling her what to do.

“We may not have a choice.” Brekhys said. “We cannot fight them and their numbers are increasing faster than we anticipated. At least take Nirkos with you.”

Inya chuckled. “All due respect to my betrothed, Nirkos is more interested in my body than the hunt. He would only slow me down.”

What she neglected to tell him was that she had also just gone into heat. She could hide the scent with herbal perfumes, but once she got her blood up it would be impossible for a male leopard to miss. Such news, her first heat since accepting his proposal, would mean it was time for her betrothal ceremony. Which would end in consummation. Inya wasn’t quite ready for motherhood, what was one or two more seasons in the long run?

The elder frowned at her decision. “Very well. I won’t force you to heed my advice. Just promise me you will be careful.

Inya smirked. “I always am.” she assured him, before setting off.

* * * *

A nice big stag, enough stew meat to feed the whole village. Inya approached with a deathly, almost supernatural quiet, until she stepped on a twig, the snap causing the deer to bolt.

The leopard felt frustrated, that was sloppy, her heat must be distracting her more than she realized, it was particularly strong this go around… like there was something else on the air making it worse. But, she had little time to dwell on her shortcomings, the chase was on. The deer was fast, but Inya was confident she could catch up to it.

So focused on the deer’s trail, Inya didn’t even notice as she was abruptly blindsided by a mass of reddish-brown fur. So heavy and powerful, she was certain it had been a bear at first. The wind was knocked out of her and she landed hard on the ground, tumbling, spear clattering out of her hand.

Opening her eyes, instead she saw a massive wolf looming over her, completely naked save for a leather belt that hung loosely from his hip, holding a handful of tools and supplies. He bent over and retrieved her spear, holding up and inspecting the weapon. He was so large, that in his hands it looked more like a child’s plaything, a crude imitation.

“You’re trespassing. This is our territory.” The wolf said with a scowl, disdain oozing from his voice.

Inya began to sit up, trying to get back to her paws.

“This territory doesn’t belong to-” A massive footpaw struck her in the chest and cut off her words, forcing the leopard back down into the dirt.

The wolf snaps her spear like a twig before casting it aside into the bushes. He looks as though he is about to speak again, but his nose twitches, something else catching his attention.

“I see…” he says, a cruel smile spreading across his muzzle. “So that's why you are here.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Inya asks, trying to shove the massive foot off her chest, but unable to shift the dire wolf’s weight.

“You cats are little more than prey in comparison to us. It’s only natural you should seek out a mate who can provide a stronger bloodline.” The wolf smugly told her.

Inya’s eyes drifted down going wide as she saw the tip of the wolf’s canine prick poking from his sheath.

“Not in your wildest dreams! I’d never mate with a creep like you!” Inya yelled out.

“Then why are you still staring at my balls?” the wolf said, chuckling. “Here, let me give you a closer look.”

He dropped down onto his knees, straddling the leopard’s smaller frame. He grabbed her by the back of the head, firmly and roughly pulling her up towards his furry sack.

Inya reached out, putting her hands on his hips and pushing against him as hard as she could, trying to resist. It was in vain, he was so immensely stronger than the feline that the effort proved entirely useless.

She was pushed into his heavy balls, the fur was incredibly soft and his musky scent assaulted her nose.

“Smell that? That’s what a real male smells like. Strong, virile. Not like the runts back in your village.” The wolf taunted.

The scent was certainly… potent. Inya began to feel light headed, her body reacting to the natural pheromones as wetness grew between her legs in anticipation of such a male, even if her mind was still resisting the idea.

“You cats are all the same. All you really want deep down is to be nothing but our breeding stock.” The wolf taunted, more of his cock spilling out from his sheath.

“Let go of me! I’m not one of your wolf bitches!” Inya protested, weakly punching at his legs.

“Of course you aren’t. They are real women, unlike useless sluts like you. You’re in our territory, that makes you property, nothing more.” he growled, shoving Inya back down into the dirt.

His cock was almost completely free from his sheath. It was completely unlike the cocks males of her tribe had. Not just in size and girth, both of which she put her tribes males to complete shame, it was also pointed and smooth, like it was built for penetration. Inya couldn’t help but stare with an expression of fear on her face. He was so big, was he seriously going to put that inside of her?

She didn’t have to wait long to get an answer. The wolf grabbed her by the ankles, folding her like a leaf as he crawled atop her, grinding that massive cock against her pussy.

Panic set in and Inya began to struggle more vigorously, but her efforts came far too late with the wolf now pressing down on her, the pointed tip of his canine prick sliding in. With his first thrust he tore through her maidenhead, robbing the leopard of her virginity.

Inya screamed out as her first time also stretched her to her limits. It felt like it shouldn’t fit inside her narrow passage, but more and more of his cock disappeared within her. The wolf above clearly felt no obligation to take things slow for the virgin cat, her tightness the only thing slowing him down. He even chuckled at the sounds of her distressed screams, like he was laughing along to a joke only he could hear.

Soon he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against her ass. Inya felt like she couldn’t possibly take an inch more, that every bit of her love canal was filled with her rapist's cock. The leopard could feel something else happening too, something at the base of his cock…

Was he getting bigger!?

She didn’t have long to dwell on that before he was sliding his cock back out, only to thrust forward, slamming back inside of her.

“Such a perfect fit. It's like your pussies were made for our cocks, not those pathetic pricks your men call cocks.” the wolf huffed out as he began to rock his hips, humping at the helpless feline.

The leopard wanted to dispute him, tell him it didn’t fit, that he was hurting her. But it would be a lie. She would never admit it to him as she poured every bit of her effort into being quiet. No longer screaming, not making a peep that might betray how her body truly felt. It felt good and only felt better the longer he fucked her.

While trying to stifle her moans, Inya could feel it again. The base of his cock was swelling, getting bigger. Each thrust it slipped inside and popped back out, it took a little more effort and stretched her a little wider, until finally he stopped trying to pull it back out, reverting to shorter, more rapid thrusts while it continued to grow bigger and bigger.

Then, suddenly, she couldn’t hold back. She came and came hard, screaming out, her body writhing in pleasure. How could she? Cum on a rapist's cock? She was so ashamed, embarrassed,

“That's it. You cats are all sluts for wolf cock.” the wolf taunted.

Inya wanted to disappear, for this to be over. But of course she couldn’t and this was far from over. Little did she know, it was only the beginning.

“I’m getting close…” the wolf groaned, his cock twitching inside of her.

“P-pull out! Please! I’m not ready to be a mother!” Inya cried out, a rush of adrenaline fueling her struggles beneath the massive predator.

“Your body is saying otherwise.” the wolf growled back. “Besides, I can’t pull out even if I wanted to! My knot has us tied until I give your slutty cat womb its purpose!”

His next thrusts were hard, powerful, almost spiteful in their ferocity. Then, she felt it, he was cumming inside of her. Warmth filled her belly as his seed flooded her womb.

“Nooooo!” she cried out as she suffered the ultimate violation, the potential of having to carry her attacker's child within her womb.

As he finished and his climax subsided, the wolf lay atop her, breathing heavily. His knot was still swollen, keeping them together.

“No… no no no. I- I’m not ready. I don’t want to get pregnant.” Inya sobbed beneath him, all the fight in her had been fucked out.

“Should have thought of that before entering our territory, especially giving off such a fertile scent.” the wolf chided her. “Look on the bright side, slut, your kids won’t be any half breed brats. Dire wolf seed is strong, they’ll be full wolves like their father.”

Inya wasn’t given long to dwell on what that meant when she heard the crunch of leaves under heavy footfalls.

“Thought I heard something. Caught a live one, did we?” A gruff voice spoke out.

Inya craned her head in the direction of the voice, peering out from underneath the wolf atop her and seeing not just one, but two sets of feet approaching them.

“Yup, found this one crossing into our lands. In heat no less. I’m just about done, you two can have a turn with her next.” the wolf on top of her said.

A shiver of dread ran down Inya’s spine, coupled with a feeling of shame as he so casually offered her to be passed around like an object.

The other two chuckled and after several dread-filled moments, the knot inside of her had shrunk down somewhat, enough that the male atop her could pull it free with some effort. Inya groaned as she was stretched out to get the bulbous knot free.

As he climbed off of her, the wolf that had first attacked her dragged her to her feet and Inya got a better look at the other two males as they both stared her down like starving beasts, cocks already emerging from their sheaths.

They were both similar in stature, towering over the leopard, but one was clearly older, his brown fur not only looked more coarse than the other ones but was also beginning to gray. The other, meanwhile, younger than either of the other two, had naturally silver and quite sleek fur.

The wolf holding her shoved Inya forward and in that moment the feline tried to pivot on her feet and bolt away, but the younger wolf’s hand clasped around her upper arm, gripping tightly.

“This one’s still got a little fight left! That’s good, I like breaking them in.” The younger wolf spoke, in a silky smooth voice that under different circumstances, Inya might have found attractive.

“Heh, not so fast.” The older wolf said, stepping in front of Inya. He reached forward, taking the feline's breasts into his hands, squeezing them roughly. “You gotta respect your elders, I get to breed this slut next.”

Inya looked away, avoiding his lecherous gaze.

“Fine by me.” the young wolf said. “The slut deserves a little punishment for trying to run from her betters. You take her pussy, I’ll break in her tail hole.”

Suddenly, Inya was hoisted up by the older wolf, her legs pulled around his hips as he lined his cock up to her used snatch.

“P-please, do-” her pleas for mercy were cut off as his cock was thrust inside of her, replaced with a scream… one that sounded more pleasurable than she perhaps would have liked.

“Now, now slut.” The younger wolf said from behind her. “I think we deserve an apology. Say you’re sorry for trying to run and I’ll go easy on you and try not to make this hurt.”

Inya could feel his cock poking at her ass cheek. Her heart pounding, she did her best to swallow her pride.

“I-I’m sorry…” she muttered out, her voice shaky as the older male had just driven his entire cock inside of her, bottoming out.

The younger wolf shook his head. “Hmm, not good enough. Tell me you’re nothing but a dire wolf cocksleeve.”

The older wolf was now bouncing the leopard slowly in his lap, an amused look on his face as he peered down at her.

“I’m… I’m nothing but a dire wolf cocksleeve.” Inya managed to say, eliciting a chuckle from both wolves.

She was quickly rewarded as the younger wolf licked one of his fingers, sliding his hand between her cheeks he pressed that finger to her virgin tail hole. Slowly, he applied gradual pressure until it slid inside. He pressed until he was knuckle deep within the feline, wiggling his finger around inside.

Inya gasped, it didn’t hurt, and the pleasure she was experiencing from being once again full of wolf-cock was outweighing any discomfort, but it felt weird… and the longer he did it, she realized, the more it was starting to feel… nice.

“Heh, that's it. Just relax.” The younger wolf muttered from behind her. “You’re a natural butt slut, nice and tight too.”

There was hardly a hint of affection to his tone, he was speaking as though he was appraising the ripeness of a piece of fruit, a hint of satisfaction, but nothing more.

A second finger, eliciting another gasp from Inya, a gasp that turned to a moan.

Why? Why did this feel so good? Were… were they right? Were cats really just made to serve wolves? Was her body just eagerly accepting its natural place?

The fingers were removed and Inya felt empty, despite the massive cock buried in her dripping wet cunt. But that didn’t last, as they were replaced by the pointed tip of his cock, prodding her hole.

However, he didn’t push inside. Instead he leaned down, speaking softly.

“Be honest. Do you want me to put it in? If you say no, I’ll stop. I’ll leave you to finish up with the old man here and be on my way.”

What was he trying to pull? After all that, he was giving her a choice?

She knew she should tell him to go away and hold onto that last shred of pride…

But she didn’t.

“Please… do it. Put it in me.”

A smile spread across the young wolf’s muzzle. “I told you I love to break them in.” With that, he thrust his cock inside, burying it within her tail hole.

His words were the final blow to her pride, later she might try to justify her choice to herself. That he was just lying anyway. Or that it didn’t matter since she was already being raped by one of them… that her heat was controlling her decisions. But that was the problem with lying to yourself… you always knew it was a lie. She knew the truth… she wanted to feel him inside of her ass.

“Heh, you’re an odd one.” The older wolf said. “The direct approach is easier, they come around soon enough, they all love being our cock sleeves. It’s in their nature.”

Inya was gasping and moaning as more of the younger man’s cock was shoved inside, pushing deeper than his fingers could.

“Sure, they all know their place, deep down. But my way is more satisfying.” he stated, before finally managing to get balls deep within the feline.

They both held themselves completely within her for a few moments. The younger wolf’s hands cupped Inya’s ass, helping the older one support her weight. The leopard felt so completely full with both of their cocks buried within her, separated only by a thin fleshy wall.

In unison, they withdrew their members halfway, before plunging in again, eliciting a deep moan from the feline. She wasn’t trying to stifle them anymore, what was the point? Who was she trying to fool anymore? Her hand was played.

The pair matched each-other’s rhythm, fucking her in perfect synchronization, leaving her feeling empty before filling her once again. That wouldn’t last long though, she felt their knots swelling up and knew what that meant.

Once they tied, all bets were off, both men began to hump and thrust more recklessly, greedily, caring only for their own gratification.

Not that they needed to worry about Inya’s own pleasure, that came naturally. With both of them fucking her, the stimulation was quickly too much for her and the leopard was cumming, squeezing both of their cocks as her body convulsed.

Reflexively she leaned forward, pressing herself against the chest of the older wolf. With the younger wolf pressed against her from behind, her post-orgasmic mind couldn’t help but fixate on the feeling of being between these two men. Their fur was soft and thick, but underneath they had hard, muscled bodies. She felt helpless… she felt warm… she felt… happy?

She remained in this state for some time, the pair’s frenzied fucking keeping her from complete lucidity. The proud hunter was reduced to a moaning, blubbering mess between them.

The pair craned their heads to the sky and howled as they came, flooding both Inya’s womb and anus with their seed. If she hadn’t been inseminated the first time, she almost certainly was now…

They held onto her for a while longer, waiting for their knots to shrink. In the meantime, the younger wolf resorted to kneading the leopard ass, while the older one had gone back to playing with her chest, just to pass the time.

Inya finally had a moment to catch her breath. Unfortunately, that gave enough time for the shame of what just happened to set in.

Eventually, they softened enough to pop free, cum leaking from Inya’s holes, splattering onto the earth below. She was set down on her paws, unsteady, she could hardly stand after the pounding she had just received.

“A fine catch.” the older wolf said with a satisfied grin on his muzzle. “We’ll be seeing you around, slut.” he turned and began to walk away, back into the forest.

The younger wolf gave Inya a slap on the ass, which was enough to knock the unsteady feline onto her hands and knees. “Next time you’re in season, I’ll be sure to be the one to give you a nice litter of pups.” he laughed, before following behind the older one.

The wolf who had originally caught her got up from the tree, walking past her, into the woods past the others.

Inya, cocked her head, confused.

“You’re letting me go?”

The wolf looked back at her. “You’re property. Not a captive. We don’t have to tie you down and carry you off. You’re free to come and go as you like, contribute to the tribe as you like. But we are free to use you, whenever, wherever, or however we like.” he explained.

“What happens if I never come back?” she asked, worried they might come find her at her village. The elder was right… they could never fight the wolves off.

“Nothing.” the wolf stated flatly. “Nobody keeps track of you sluts, I don’t even bother to learn any of your names. You’re just holes and wombs for the tribe. But that won’t matter, you’ll be back. They always come back. It’s in your nature and I hadn’t seen a cat as eager to be bred as you in a while.”

“I… I didn’t want this!” Inya protested.

“No? Then why didn’t you use your claws?”

He then turned away, walking off, presumably towards their village, and leaving the leopard alone.

Inya stood there, mouth agape, his question weighing heavily on her mind.

Inya would try to convince herself the urge to follow them was never a thought on her mind… but there she went, lying to herself again.

The leopard picked up the tattered remains of her clothes and spear… she would need to stop at the river and clean herself before she returned to her village, empty handed.

* * * *

Inya never told anyone about what happened to her.

Her nights were dominated with thoughts of those men. Thinking back to the events in her mind. The intensity of her heat from that faint smell, had she subconsciously followed the wolf’s scent into their lands? How did she not notice the wolf before he tackled her? Why didn’t she fight back harder? Why wasn’t she fast enough to slip away from the other two? Had her body truly wanted this and her mind just needed to catch up?

But, they were her rapists. They forced themselves on her, violated her! The fiercely independent feline should hate them! She does hate them! So why does she think of them every time she is horny? Why does she long to be pinned down by one of them again?

In an attempt to convince herself she didn’t truly desire them, she finally took Nirkos to bed. But it only made it worse… it wasn’t just his size that didn’t compare. It was the lack of ferocity… power. At no point did she ever feel helpless in his grasp no matter how much she coached him to be rougher with her. It wasn’t working.

Not that it mattered, once her pregnancy began to show, his courtship ended. While he had no way to know whose cubs grew within her, he knew they weren’t his. She was showing far too soon for that.

She worried she would be ostracized within the tribe. Nobody knew the true father of her cubs, but she was certain that someone had to suspect something. Her belly grew rapidly, larger than any of the other women in the village. The midwives tried to justify that she must be laden with a large litter, but Inya knew better, these were dire wolf pups growing within her.

But she wasn’t, other suitors would pop up once Nirkos had moved on and she even gave some of them a shot.

The older men came the closest to scratching her itch, but not close enough.

As her pregnancy advanced, her libido grew worse. With no man in the village able to satisfy her, or keep up with her endless needs for sex, it came time for Inya to accept the truth. They weren’t the problem, she was. She no longer belonged here…

In the crack of dawn, before the village rose from bed, Inya cradled her pregnant belly and walked out in the woods, bidding the village she had grown up in one last farewell.

She walked, following game trails she knew well. A trek that a few months ago would have taken her no time at all, swift of paw as she was then… but now the journey took longer as she plodded along. Stopping to sit on stumps and fallen trees along the way to rest her aching paws, the extra weight she was carrying slowed her down.

As she sat she was given moments to rethink her choice, to consider turning back and returning to her village. But she rubbed her belly, thinking of her unborn pups. Would her village accept them? She had thought she wasn’t ready for motherhood, but now her motherly instincts had kicked in and she wanted nothing but the best for the life growing within her. She wanted them to be safe. Happy.

With their own kind they would have a much better chance at a happy life and as for her… well the leopard would be lying if she said she didn’t fantasize about being bred again and again. As uncomfortable as it often was, having a belly full of pups just felt right and she wanted to be filled again.

The dire wolf village was large, not just in the size of the structures to accommodate its massive inhabitants, but in the sprawl as well. They easily outnumbered Inya’s village. There was a mix of both tents and wooden huts, these wolves were definitely here to stay.

As Inya approached, there was a sentry at the outskirts keeping watch. He gave Inya a passing glance, but no more than that. If he had recognized her as a newcomer, he didn’t show it.

Wolves walked about the village performing various daily tasks. Some worked with logs, prepping it for use in construction. Others were butchering meat, or gutting fish. Some toiled in gardens and farm plots, working the land.

There were even other leopards, like her. All female, almost all visibly pregnant, some of them helping with the chores where they could. The rest however, were helping the wolves in other ways. Fucking, right in the open, nobody batting an eye at these public displays. It wasn’t all just wolves satisfying themselves with their feline property, some of the wolves were fucking each other. Male or female, it seemed breeding was always on a wolf’s mind.

Staring at one of these couplings, Inya was taken off guard when a powerful hand gripped her shoulder and spun her around so fast that her muzzle slapped into the canine pecker that was being shoved into her face.

The wolf didn’t say a word and neither did Inya. After a brief moment of shock, the leopard opened her maw. This was why she was here, after all, to be used.

An opening was all this nameless male needed as he guided his pointed prick straight into her mouth.

Inya’s tongue eagerly got to work as she inhaled his potent musky scent, lathering his rod as it passed through her maw. The male grunted, before grabbing Inya by the back of the head.

The thrust was violent and sudden, the wolf was cramming as much of his cock into the leopard's maw as he could. Inya choked and gagged on the sudden oral invasion, but that didn’t deter him one bit.

Her comfort was not his concern…

Soon her snout was pressed into the coarse fur above his sheath, her gag reflex causing her to tear up. Before she could try to get used to the sensation, he began to hump away at her face.

She coughed and gagged at the brutal face-fucking. She had performed oral before, but not on anyone half the wolf’s size.

It was over as quick as it started, Inya quickly realized the wolf only wanted quick relief so he didn’t hold himself back in the slightest. Before she knew it, her mouth was filled with salty, bitter tasting wolf sperm. The male let her go and walked off, presumably to get back to whatever work he had been taking a break from.

Inya was dazed and took a moment before she composed herself. She removed her clothes and used them to wipe the cum, spit and tears from her face. Nobody else in the village wore anything if they didn’t have to and Inya was beginning to feel overdressed anyway.

With the taste of cum lingering on her tongue, continued to explore the village, finding more of her people among the wolves. Some of the leopards she recognized. They were from her village, women who had disappeared. Some without a word, others claiming they were leaving to visit family in one of the villages in the northern plains. Now here they were, some of them were working, cleaning pelts and bedding or aiding with garden work, all while heavily pregnant. Others… were in the process of getting pregnant, presumably again. Most, were just fucking for the sake of it, or rather, the sake of their wolf masters.

Blushing, Inya avoided these familiar faces as best she could. She still felt a little twinge of shame that she had come here in the first place and didn’t want awkward reunions on top of that, at least not until she settled in a bit.

She kept roaming the village, wondering if she should try to make herself useful? But, before long, that decision was made for her. She was grabbed by another wolf, this time dragged inside of one of the larger wooden buildings. Inside, many wolves were relaxing, enjoying lunch or a drink.

Some were doing more than that.

One she-wolf was in a male's lap, riding him vigorously. From the way she was gripping him, it seemed she was the one in control of their mating.

In contrast to the more casual atmosphere outside, the exhibitionism was garnering real attention, the she-wolf being cheered on by a small crowd of horny males.

One bold male approached, hoping to join in and make use of the she-wolf’s other holes. But she slapped his outstretched hand before it could touch her. She was not interested in the others.

Inya was hoisted up and laid flat on her atop one of the tables. Once again no words were exchanged, just a mutual understanding that her body was his to do with as he pleased and, unlike the she-wolf, she could not refuse.

His cock was immediately crammed into her pussy and Inya moaned out, throwing her head back. Another male, seeing new entertainment was now present, took advantage of her open maw by sliding his cock inside.

A third was quick to join in, not patient enough to wait for one of her holes to be available. Inya couldn’t see him, her vision completely filled by a heavy pair of balls swinging into her face with every thrust. But, he grabbed the leopard by the wrist and guided her hand to his shaft. Inya took the hint and began stroking him off, feeling his warm cock twitch and throb under her ministrations.

When one male would finish, another would take his place. Inya quickly realized she would be here for quite some time. She serviced dozens of males, even the female from earlier took the leopard for a quick ride, forcing Inya to clean the cum from her pussy. Inya had blushed, she had never considered doing anything with another woman before, but she was hardly able to protest and in truth… she kinda liked it.

After she was done, another male stepped forward, slapping his cock against her snout and chuckling. That laugh… and the smell of his musk… they caused Inya to stare up, catching a glimpse of his face.

“Its you!” she exclaimed.

The familiar wolf looked down at her, cocking his head. “Do I know you?” he asked.

Was he being serious? This was the man who set her on this path, whose face, body and cock had dominated her dreams for months, it was highly likely that he was the father of the pups that were growing in her belly! But, to him, she was nothing. Just another leopard he fucked.

He studied her face a moment longer, before a smug grin would form.

“Oh, right. You. What happened to never coming back?” he taunted.

Inya didn’t answer, blushing as she felt a rush of shame and humiliation. Of course, she was still being fucked on the other end, so it was hard to keep completely quiet, moans still escaping the felines mouth.

“Come on.” The wolf who had originally pinned and raped her tapped the side of her muzzle with his cock, impatiently. “Tell me I was right about you cats.”

Blush deepening, Inya knew the wolf wasn’t going to leave her alone until she did what he wanted. “Y-you were right… I wanted you to breed me.” she wasn’t sure if she entirely believed that yet, but saying it out loud… it brought her one step closer to it.

“Of course you did. Your body knows its place and so do you. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t, so why don’t you tell us what a cat sluts purpose is, nice and loud so everyone can hear.” he asked, the other wolves all clearly amused by his question.

“L-leopards exist to be bred by and service wolves. We are just holes and wombs.” Inya managed to say, to some minor cheering from the growing crowd.

“That’s right. Doesn’t it feel better to say it out loud?” the wolf asked.

Inya opened her mouth to answer, however she was cut off as the wolf shoved his prick into her maw. But, he was right again, it did feel strangely good to say it out loud, like it somehow makes it even more true.

After that, he didn’t pay her any extra attention. Using her face and blowing his load all over her tits when he was done, leaving without a goodbye so another could take his place. Leaving her to continue being fucked from both ends.

Most of the men who slid between her legs used the leopard’s pussy, but a few would aim their cocks lower, finding the tight depths of her ass more desirable. Some would knot her, filling her with that exceptional feeling of fullness once again, but others wouldn’t. Either because they didn’t want to deal with being stuck, or simply wanted to contribute to the mess that was Inya’s fur, as the men she got off with her hand and mouth quickly took a liking to drenching the feline with their seed.

Throughout the unending fuck-session, they changed positions a few times. Sometimes there was a lull and Inya was left bouncing in a male's lap. Other times she was standing in between a group of men, servicing all of them with her mouth, allowing them to blow their loads all over her.

At one point another female wolf joined in. This one was younger and sluttier, desiring to be the center of attention. Inya was relegated to crouching below her, using her tongue while the young woman sucked and fucked all the males.

Unlike Inya, once she was satisfied, she was allowed to leave. Inya couldn’t stop until all the men were done using her.

None of them cared one bit about whether or not Inya got off, but just like before, that didn’t stop the feline from cumming, again and again. It was as though her body was rewarding her for submitting to these men.

By the time they were finished with her, Inya was covered in cum, especially on her belly, tits and, of course, her face.

With a moment of respite, the leopard took the time to clean herself off and find something to eat, before the next wolf would pull her aside and satisfy themselves with her body.

When it got late, Inya wondered if there was a communal space for the leopards to sleep or if she just had to find a place to flop down and rest. That worry was soon alleviated as a young man pulled her into his tent.

He didn’t seem interested in sleeping, instead holding her close all night while he fucked her again and again. Eventually, realizing he wasn’t going to be sated any time soon, Inya managed to fall asleep mid-coitus and snooze through being fucked several more times. A skill she would soon learn was quite useful among these insatiable canines.

When she awoke, there was a dull ache from both her pussy and ass… as well as the lingering, salty taste of cum in her mouth.

The days that followed proceeded much the same with her body in constant demand from her owners. Inya quickly learned how things worked among the wolves. There was no hierarchy, no chiefs or alpha’s as some might believe, just a community, a pack. When work needed to get done, it got done. When they were hungry, they ate, when they were thirsty, they drank, and when they were horny, they grabbed the nearest feline and fucked her brains out. Inya was always eager to be that feline.

Months went by and her belly only continued to grow. Milk leaked from her tits, which only excited the wolves more as she became a walking refreshment. Soon it became difficult for her to move and the wolves strapped her into special furniture that supported her weight and kept the leopard from hurting herself, while keeping her perfectly available to be fucked all hours of the day.

Childbirth was not easy with such large pups, but Inya was well taken care of by the midwives. By the time she went into heat again, she was eager to get bred again and again. It was her true duty among the wolves, to bring more of them into this world.

The potency of their seed had not been exaggerated either, every child she birthed was a full fledged dire wolf. Despite this, Inya didn’t feel guilty that she would never again contribute to propagating her own species, she felt honored instead to carry such powerful sons and daughters into the world.

She would never return to her village or people. Barely even giving them a passing thought as the years went by. She was little more than a wolf toy now… and she was happy.