Wolfrape-R
Wolfrape, Revised - M/M/m - NC/Anal, Oral - May 15, 2010
Wolf raped
By Afril, With help from Chaos Blackwing
(cl) 2005, 2010 Gay Furry Association
Someone commented on how 'good' this story was, so I dug it out and... UGH! The spelling errors alone were enough to make me cringe - So Chaos and I fixed it.
This one is for Cinnamon - No, I haven't forgotten
Cinn hurried across the valley. A young wolf is prey to larger animals... And if what he heard was true, being eaten was the least of his worries. His stomach complained - Grass... Everywhere was grass! He could eat grains - If he had to. He could chew on his Tail - If he had to. But he wanted Meat. Rabbit, Quail, Trout, Deer. Any kind of meat.
"Well, well - Looks like some dumb mutt poaching on Our Territory."
Crap! He turned to see a pair of Tigers - Both male. Both grinning - Not in a nice way.
"Yeah? Maybe I am just passing through on my way to the Next valley."
He could try to run, but he would be caught much too easily. He could fight... And be a trade-hide. Sighing, he dropped his belt and lion-cloth, letting his bone knife hit the ground. The felines hissed to each other. Then the smaller one came down and slapped his butt. He yipped, feeling his arms grabbed, wrists being tied together.
Damn! Maybe he should have fought... Cinn was jerked up and made to walk in front of his captors. No way to escape - Yet. Bide his time. Maybe steal something... Yeah. Return with more than he left with. Maybe catch the eye of one of the females. Show how great a warrior he was... Rocks thrust up from the ground, and he sat on one, catching his breath. And then his stomach complained again.
"Hey Wolf, you hungry?"
He tried to look mean. Not to show how hollow his abdomen was, how his ribs poked out... The feline moved closer, gripped his wrists.
"You hungry, Pup?"
The other tiger laughed... He spat at the feline - "I am Not a puppy!" A slap made Cinn's head twist. Strong fingers gripped it, turning his face into a furry sheath. He gagged at the strong male smell, but the hand didn't let him move as claws dug into his skull. Something pressed against his lips. No! He couldn't mean... It wasn't happening...
"Open your mouth Puppy."
No way! He wasn't a tail-lifter, Fuck Them! *Crack* went the back of his head against the rock. Everything went black as the wolf struggled to stay awake... And failed.
* * * *
He awoke with a band of demons trying to break his head open... At least that was how it felt. Smelled the musk of male feline, on his lips - Damn! Well, he had been in worse scrapes. And they were just Cats. Rest, make plans. Steal some food and be off while they slept. He felt movement beside him - Damn, he was still tied. His throat was dry as dust and his stomach growled loudly. Maybe some water would shut it up...
"Water..."
It came out as a rasp, and felt like one too, ripping at his throat. The snarl made him cringe. Amber eyes with slit pupils looked at him. The bigger one reached over, jerked his head up, making his vision dance and go black from the pain. He heard rather than saw the hand pulling the older feline back.
"Pup wants water?"
He managed a nod... "P... Please?"
Gods it hurt to beg... But his head and stomach hurt worse. Followed by his arms, legs, back... Hells, Everything hurt. A snarl as the older one cuffed the younger... Words were exchanged. The younger feline huffed... But went out with something under his arm. The wolf closed his eyes, and tried to find something that didn't hurt on his body. And forgot about Everything when he was pulled up, nose to nose with a tiger.
"Brother wants to keep you. Brother thinks with his balls. I say gut you. Take hide and toss the rest to the crows."
Cinn gulped. Something shiny appeared before him. Was that a Knife? Metal was scarce in his tribe, they used sharpened bone or rock. What he saw was long, thick, and deadly. It was cold against his skin, sharp enough to part hair from hide.
"Prove me wrong and live."
It slid down his chest, his belly, touching his sheath... Oh Gods! Then it was gone. To be replaced by a hand. Gripping his balls. Squeezing them, twisting them. He screamed... Pissed himself as the clawed fingers mashed his nuts even more roughly. Then the hand gripped his ruff and he stiffened.
"Prove me right, and I promise your death with be fast."
His tail was jerked up, a clawed finger rubbing his virgin hole. He tried to push it back down, to stop the finger from doing anything else... Was slapped again, Lightly.
"Anger me, Dog, and I will skin you alive... Slowly."
Then he fell. Fell onto hard feet. Hard stone floor.
Cinn curled up, barely noticing his bonds were gone. He whimpered, not sure if he wanted to go on living... But afraid to die. Again he felt his head grabbed, but this time it was to give him water. He drank all he could hold from the skin, panting. A hand rubbed his belly, dipped lower to explore his sheath and balls... This time his tail stayed by his leg, but the hand did not go any farther than his abused nuts.
"Thank... Thank you - Sir." He managed through clenched teeth.
* * * *
Morning went by, the two males scraping hides so they would cure, mending broken traps and ropes. They wore a belt that held the knives he longed to have... But Not shoved in him. A couple of loops of rope similar to what had been used to tie him up - Was that yesterday? His head hurt less. He examined the cave - Stone floor and walls, a hole in the back, darkened by something that smelled - Burned. Grass fires were known to all, and despised for their wanton destruction - Whole villages had to move when the fires came.
The smaller male growled and grabbed some ropes, some traps and a wood spear, looking out of the mouth of the cave. He let out a huge fart that made the bigger male laugh and make some rude comment. The smaller one stuck out his tongue, grabbed his sack, and laughing, walked out of sight. That left Cinn and the big male alone. The water had passed through him, making him want something else to ease the pain in his abdomen... Getting up slowly, he made his way to the cave entrance. And peed... Pissed, made water... Gods, Something felt good at last. He looked over the view - Wow, he was Up there.
"Pretty, isn't it."
He nodded without thinking... It was pretty. Then something touched his hip. He bent his head to see - A cock. A pink, thick as his wrist, feline cock. He couldn't take his eyes off it. The wolf had seen dick before. His own, those of brothers, cousins... But None like this. A stream of yellow came from it, arching over the lip of the cave, hitting the ground, smelling strongly of male and feline and predator. It slowed to a trickle, then a few drops.
"Clean it..."
What? He wasn't going to Touch that Thing! Said so, arms crossed. And stiffened as a cold metal object pressed itself against the back of his neck. He felt it cut more than hair, as a trickle of warm blood ran down his back. He wanted to whimper, wanted to curl his tail up... But he wasn't going to. Let the cat kill him. He would die a warrior...
"Dick-Licker..."(who said this, the wolf or the tiger?)
Suddenly he was against the wall, muzzle feeling like it was broken. He didn't even have time to flinch before the blow snapped his head around again. Then the male-meat was In his mouth. Filling it, swelling still larger, threatening to gag him. The hand was on the back on his head. Holding him in place.
"Go ahead - Bite it... I will rip your teeth out one by one."
This time he did whimper, trying not to move his tongue, not to suck on the fat cock. But he had to swallow, had to move his head or else it would go down his throat and suffocate him. So he swallowed, drool running out his mouth. The feline Thrust and he threw up his hands, trying to keep from choking.
"You want to touch it? Stroke it? The sooner I cum, the sooner it is out of your mouth, Puppy."
The male thrust again and he couldn't keep from gagging, the tip pushing past his throat and down. Cinn tried to breathe, tried to move his head... The dick didn't allow him to do either one. Frantically he gripped the cock, noting how warm it was, how big it was in his hands. Desperately, he tugged on it... The tiger pulled his hips back, allowing the wolf to breathe. Hard panting breaths... Then in it went again. He gagged again, trying to tug it out, trying to stroke it...
But not until he sucked on the cock that pushed his jaw down did it relent. And this time he felt scratches... Not like the ones left where the claws were digging into his skin. But scratches in his throat... Up along the inside of his mouth. As the feline moved back so he could suck on the pointed head, he felt them - Little pointy things all over the tip. Things that scratched his tongue, his mouth. Tickled... Pre drooled out of the slit, warm, slightly salty.
This wasn't so bad... He could take it. Plan his revenge... The dick slid back and forth, moving with his hands. Then the feline surged forward, stuffing the meat down his throat again... Holding him pinned to the wall. He smirked... Then as the feline didn't move back he tried to tug on the cock, tried to suck on it... The head was past his windpipe, mashed it close... He struggle harder... Swallowing, trying everything he could do to Breathe...
The cock swelled. Then pulsed. Shot a wad into his stomach. Another... And another... He was slowly passing out, feeling the semen sliding down into his gullet. Then it moved up... Air came in... Filled with the scent of male feline in rut. He didn't care. He could breathe... The cock slid out farther still. Along his tongue, still dribbling bitter, slimy seed. He stroked the cock, and sucked on it, inhaling the smell of the tiger. Sucked it, long and hard, drinking what was offered...
Heard the hiss, the yowl. Felt the cock swell and spurt more dick-juice. He swallowed it as well. Cinn hated the male, hated himself. But nothing stopped him from using his mouth, his tongue to get every last drop from that fat cock. He breathed. Every breath meant he wasn't gagging, wasn't dying. It was pulled from his lips, soft and slipping back into it's holder. Cinn was full. Was very full. A light caress on his head told him he could go lay down. And he did so... Now he was the Dick-Licker - Had sucked another male's dick like a weaning cub. But he was also Alive. And would do whatever he had to to Stay that way.
* * * *
A rabbit smacked his face. He scrambled up, looking at it.
"Clean it, Skin it, Cook it."
He looked up at the last command. Cook? What did they mean? Surely they were not going to waste the meat... Were they?
"Problem Puppy? Don't skin your food first? Or do you like your meat Raw..."
The grin made him *Blush* and tuck his tail down between his legs. He could still taste the semen that sloshed in his belly, still feel the scratches where barbs scratched his mouth... And throat. He felt their eyes on him.
"I... I don't know How."
The big male snarled and he wasn't sure if he should be against the back wall or on his belly... All he could do is whimper like a puppy, and Not look the males in the eye. Yesterday he would have. Yesterday he would have told them off, pissed on their floor, called them Tail-Lifters and Ball-Lickers. Yesterday he was a free wolf who could run and laugh and do as he pleased.
Now wasn't yesterday. Now he was a wolf with a bellyful of feline cum and the knowledge his virginity was going to be taken - If not tonight than soon enough. A wolf who had seen a metal knife, and knew death was a glance away. A wrong word, a stare... And he didn't want to die. A hand gripped his ruff and jerked him up onto his feet.
"You can skin a catch."
When he didn't answer right away he was shaken until he nodded... Vigorously.
"You can clean a catch?"
Again he nodded.
"You can suck cock?"
He nodded... Then Stopped, eyes wide. The grin was nasty, the eyes showed lust.
"You can learn. Brother, show him how to cook. If he pleases, he my eat."
The eyes told him what would happen if he didn't Please the younger tiger... His pelt curing on the floor. Before or After his nuts were cut off? Dying by the knife or spitted on a huge dick... He took the rabbit and skinned it as best he could using his hands, licking the blood from them. The insides were tossed, and the meat put on a stick. The sun was going down, so why was it warm... He screamed and had to be held down.
Fire. The Destroyer... The thing Mothers threatened cubs with - Behave, or Fire will come and eat you. *Slap* He jerked, looking into the eyes of the big male. Tried to scream again as he was bodily dragged closer to the flames.
"Kill me! Skin Me! Fuck me if you want... But Please... Please!"
This time the cuff was light, but still firm enough. A stick was shoved in his hand.
"Cook."
The end of the stick was held against the floor by the trembling wolf, the rabbit held above the flames. Held until the fat bubbled, the meat was lightly charred...
"Bring it here."
Cinn quickly scooted away from the fire, carrying the stick over to where the two males sat. He looked at it longingly, even as his face scrunched up in disgust... Burning food.
The older tiger ripped the rabbit in half. Tossed part of his share at the canine, who ate it hungrily. The younger one did the same, then told him to fetch some water and he watched as they drank, taking what was left.
"You will be our Female. You will Cook. You will Clean. You will pleasure us with your body."
The wolf looked wide-eyed... Shook his head. Didn't even flinch at the snarl. It was too much to take - He stood up.
"Kill me. I do not fear your teeth, your claws. Your metal, your cocks."
"So the brave warrior fears nothing... Show us. Bring back a burning stick, and we will give you the Mark of Courage, allow you to return to your people."
He couldn't. He tried with all his might to take a single step towards the still hot fire. And couldn't. Couldn't... Cinn was shoved on his face, tail pulled up roughly. He cried as he felt the warm dick push his anus in. The red-hot pain as it forced him open, was shoved in slowly. Pulled back, the barbs scratching his insides... Then deeper. So deep he felt the big balls slap his rump.
"Lift your hips, Female."
He did so. Without a thought. Without a whimper. All he saw was Fire. Hungry Fire that ate all it could grab. Killed what it could not eat. A hand gripped his dick and he yelped. He was erect? How... There was so much pain... Now mingling with pleasure. He arched and pushed back at the male when a claw scratched his cock-tip. Panted as it teased his knobs out then caressed them. Screamed as he was brought to orgasm, knowing this is what the male wanted him to do. Feeling the cock pulse inside him, filling him with pain/pleasure until he could not tell them apart... The wolf passed out, feeling his seed splatter over his belly, the barbed cock moving inside him again... And Knew he would do it again. He wanted the males over him, taking him, making him their female...
* * * *
Morning came and the wolf woke. Crawled over to the sleeping males and licked their balls, kissed their sheaths. Dared to caress their strong butts. They snarled and swatted at his head, but got up. While they went to pee he got water into bowels and cold meat for breakfast. Did not eat until they did, taking bits from their fingers, when it was offered. Waited until they were out to clean and scrub the floor with a handful of weeds. Made sure the kindle was ready, twigs and sticks to cook with.
When the felines returned he cleaned their catches, tossing the entrails outside, skinning the pelts and hanging them to cure. Waited for them to make the fire and (Carefully) cooked the meat. Sometimes they ate right away. Sometimes they would let it hang a while and keep it for later.
Always the wolf knelt, waiting for the elder male to finish his work and call him over to lick his nuts clean of dust and whatever else was on them. To take the tip of his cock as it poked from the short sheath and suck on it. Suck it to fullness and then to bob his head, taking it down his throat. Sucking and stroking it until it was soft again. Swallowing all the cum the feline gave him.
Then moving to the younger one. Sucking his cock, draining his balls. Then they would rest. Sometimes Cinn was made to jerk off for them and sometimes (The wolf shuddered)... Sometimes a raspy tongue would scratch His cock until he came so hard he couldn't even stand. And in the evening, they would take him. Sometimes on his belly, sometimes on his back. Sometimes bent over, fingers digging at the stone - Their barbed cocks shoved to the hilt in his ass, making him moan, wriggle, beg for their semen. The itch that burned up his spine and made him see stars.
He didn't count the days, didn't leave the cave. He belonged to the two males, like the belts they wore, the spears they hunted with. Return to his tribe? Run off? Of course not. He didn't Love them - Never would. He didn't even Like them. In fact, he Hated the two males... Feared them. But he enjoyed being taken. Looked forward to their cocks in his ass, down his throat. Which was as it should be.
Cinn was their female.
The End.