A Rough Day
Haruka had been having the worst day. Inconveniences plaguing her from the moment she woke up, she thinks her luck will finally turn after going home, but the day only gets worse with an incident on the subway.
The debut story with my little owl, Haruka ~ She's a short, burrowing owl whose submissive nature attracts some less than gentle people. You'll be seeing much more of her on here. Just a heads up before you read! This story contains rape and impregnation. If you don't like these themes, please don't continue. If you do, then please enjoy the story~
The fading rays of sunlight washing over the bustling city dyed everything in a soothing orange glow. The perfect tone to go home to. The subways were packed with people coming home from school and work, and the short owl had been having a terrible day. She was late for the subway there, late to most her classes, _and_she flunked a test all in the same day. She was grateful she had an entire row of seats to herself for once. She leaned back and looked out of the window with disinterest to anyone, trying to keep to herself. The tank top she'd picked out today was a little short on her too, evident by the fact it rode up her belly a tad, giving everyone a peek at the feathery chub. Short, chubby, and shy, she hardly knew how she kept the boys away. Her brown feathers, speckled with white spots were illuminated by the lights inside of the train, her amber eyes glued to her phone as she waited out the ride.
The next stop, more passengers boarded, and among them, was a rather striking looking tiger. He wasn't extremely built, but she could see the muscles on his arms, his t-shirt obscuring the view only slightly. He had kind eyes, a warm smile... Wait, was he smiling at her? Her suspicions were confirmed as he stepped towards her, taking a seat right next to her. He must've caught the little owl staring, much to her dismay. She began to silently berate herself for being so careless about it, but the tiger didn't seem to mind. His voice was deep, young, but gentle as he spoke. "Sorry about freaking you out, I just couldn't find a better place to sit. Besides, it's not every day you meet such a cute little owl on the subway." It seemed so casual, like it was completely innocent. The owl had taken it for a simple compliment, which of course already had her blushing like mad, but there was malintent cleverly hidden behind the words. Masked by a gentle, welcoming figure. If only she'd known.
"I-It's fine, I'm sorry for staring..." She felt guilty, but a fuzzy, muscular arm wrapped around her shoulder and pushed it against a muscled chest. His body felt warm and firm, something she felt herself being excited by, but the advances seemed so... sudden, and a bit forceful.
She tried to struggle away, and found it odd when his grip only tightened. She began to panic. She was about to question him when she was suddenly lifted right into his lap. Her plush cheeks were firmly pressed into his crotch, grinding down against her will. That voice of his seemed much less gentle now, a growl accentuating each word. "Oh, I saw you looking all right. You were staring, practically drooling. This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" A large paw snaked right underneath her tank top.
She couldn't struggle with how powerful his grip on her was, all she could do was sit there as that paw groped and toyed with her stomach. The fingers were gentle at first, lightly mushing her gut around like dough before they began to roughly grope, slowly ascending towards her chest. With how late she'd been, she didn't even have time for a bra, the sensation of regret settling in as the tiger's paw finally began to toy with her chest.
Her body was reacting to the advances, she wasn't enjoying it, but her body surely was. The tiger's fingers wrapped around her nipples, tugging and squeezing at them while the other paw simply grabbed at the soft, doughy flesh of her chest. She wanted it to just be over, why couldn't he just let go? Paws moved out from beneath her shirt, and just as she thought the worst was over, she felt her pants being unzipped. She glanced down just in time to see her plump lips being exposed to whoever bothered to look over, and amazingly, only a few people honed in on the situation unfolding. The tiger easily lifted her small body up to unzip his own pants, a thick, humanoid shaft springing forth before her. She began to kick and squirm as best she could, but with no effort at all, she was shoved right back down, the hot, fat tip of his shaft pressing against her plump cunt.
She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't find the will to. She just wanted it to be done, offering only a whimper as the tip breached her untouched lips. The tiger was far thicker than he looked, which the whimpering owl found out as eight inches of painfully thick tiger cock was forcefully shoved into her dripping snatch. Her talons curled as the tiger immediately began to thrust, his hips roughly clapping against her thick rear, her cheeks jiggling and quaking as the stripped hips slammed up against her. Her entire body jiggled, her stomach, her breasts, her thighs. She began to give the tiniest moans and groans of discomfort, the only sounds from the tiger were labored grunts and huffs as he slammed into her.
Her walls almost seemed like they were trying to tighten enough to keep him out, but only succeeded in squeezing and massaging his shaft in the most enticing ways, evidenced by the tiger's husky moans. She felt sticky warm smearing against her walls, and felt elated that the tiger was almost done. He'd pull out, cum onto her, and she'd have to clean it up but it would be over... or so she thought. She felt his thrusts grow more erratic, his rhythm faltering as more and more pre spilled into her unwilling passage. She waited for him to pull out, but it never happened.
A growl sounded from above, his hips stopped, and she felt his shaft begin to jump and throb within her. She tried to pull herself off but his arms held her there, forcing her to feel every throb of his shaft as ropes of hot, gooey tiger seed shot right into her womb. She began to tear up, sobbing gently as the warmth spread through her womb. It was so much that it spilled from her used lips, oozing over her crotch and thighs before the tiger pulled out. She finally felt a tinge of relief, but there she was, sobbing with her pants around her ankles and a fresh load of semen oozing from her gaping lips. She struggled to yank her pants back up, her favorite pair of panties now stained with fertile tiger seed. She hadn't thought of doing anything like this, so of course she wasn't on birth control. She was knocked up for sure, and the horrid reality of it was reminded to her every so often throughout the ride as she felt her soaked panties cling to her cum-soaked cunt lips.