Captive
Three red panda brothers find a feral snow leopard to play with.
(Not yet proofread, apologies for any errors!)
Oly had been picking fruit for almost an hour. He had picked barely half of his normal yield today, but today he was hot, tired and distracted.
Shrugging the basket from his shoulders with a sigh, he glanced over at the thicket his brothers had disappeared into half an hour ago. Their baskets--both of them significantly heavier with fruit from the orchard than his own--were discarded haphazardly nearby. Carelessly, one of them had even dumped his shorts alongside the baskets, more concerned with what was secluded behind the thick foliage than with not being caught.
Frowning, Oly thought back to the previous night, when Gar had woken him up by tapping on the window the bedroom he shared with his brothers. He and Sasa had found something in the woods, he breathlessly explained. Fur matted with sweat, but his eyes bright and wild with adrenaline. Rolling out of bed after some insistent prodding from his older brother, he followed Gar out to the thicket on the outskirts of the orchard to find Sasa sitting, nude and smirking, next to an unconscious snow leopard.
"We caught him rutting out in the open," Gar explained.
"Being rutted," Sasa corrected, his smirk erupting into a full on grin. "The other leopard seemed to be having so much fun and we didn't want to miss out."
Oly didn't think it was right to trap another sentient creature like the snow leopard. He told his brothers as much, but they were stronger and bolder than him, and his complaints had fallen on deaf ears. Oly had returned to his bed, and pretended to be asleep when Sasa and Gar finally returned much later, reeking of sex and snow leopard musk.
Oly shook himself back to the present moment. At least one of them was probably balls deep in that snow leopard right now, he found himself thinking. Squirming, his frown deepened as he realized he was hard under his shorts. It's wrong, he told himself, but his cock didn't seem to care.
Failing to suppress a quiet whine, he adjusted himself and picked up his basket, forcing his thoughts back to picking fruit, and away from his brothers and the captive snow leopard.
He was almost successful, until he was distracted by his brothers stumbling out of the bushes looking ruffled and dazed. Sasa was naked, apparently unconcerned with being seen. He didn't even try to cover himself with his tail, his still glistening, half-erect cock bouncing between his thighs as he ambled back to where he had discarded his shorts. Gar at least had the sense to use his long ringed tail to cover what looked to be a sizeable wet spot on the front of his pants.
"You're missing out," Sasa whispered as he passed Oly on his way back to the village.
With his brothers heading home, Oly was alone in the orchard. Although he still had work to do, his gaze lingered on his departing siblings, while his thoughts remained on the snow leopard.
It's wrong!
He realized he was still hard. Glancing down, he realized he now had his own wet spot to worry about.
But it's wrong!
Once again, he set down his basket. With a single glance to check he was alone and unobserved, he set off towards the thicket.
Standing outside the thicket, he could neither see, hear, nor smell anything to reveal the captive feline within, but as soon as he pushed the first branches aside, he could hear a low growl, a rustle of foliage, the clinking of a metal chain.
Oly could feel his heart pounding in his throat, and he had to pause to calm down before continuing. Breathing hard, he almost turned around and left, but just as he was about to, he suddenly caught a whiff of snow leopard's arousal. He blinked, confused for a moment, then pushed through the leaves and emerged into the clearing where the snow leopard was held.
A stake had been driven deep into the earth in the centre of the roughly circular clearing. Tied to the stake was what looked to be an old dog chain, which was in turn clipped to a dog collar about the snow leopard's neck. The set up barely looked sturdy enough to hold the cat, but right now, that didn't seem to be an issue.
The snow leopard himself was sprawled on his back, rear legs spread, exposing an erect, barbed cock that was dripping pre onto the cat's already matted belly fur. What Oly had initially taken to be a growl might almost have been a purr. He hadn't yet noticed Oly.
Evidence of his brothers' interactions with the cat were all over the clearing, and indeed all over the snow leopard himself, but this snow leopard almost looked like he was enjoying himself.
Taking another step into the clearing, Oly stumbled, and in doing so made enough noise to alert the snow leopard to his presence.
With uncanny agility, the cat was suddenly on his feet, his look of dazed arousal immediately replaced with a snarl.
Oly froze, bracing himself to flee.
Gradually, the snow leopard's snarl softened as he realized this was not one of the two red pandas he was already familiar with.
"Panda," the snow leopard rumbled.
Oly relaxed just enough to stand up straight, although the urge to leave the thicket was still strong.
"Panda free snow leopard," the captive cat continued. Oly swallowed -- that had been a command, not a request.
Oly found his gaze wandering from the snow leopard's face, and that muzzle of sharp teeth, to the snow leopard's haunches. The feline was clearly standing in such a way as to attempt to hide his arousal from Oly, and he suddenly found himself remembering the the cat's drooling prick. Just as he was about to respond to the snow leopard's command, the snow leopard, clearly having noticed the red panda's wandering gaze, let out a snarl and took a menacing step forward.
Oly's attention immediately shifted from the cat's cock to the straining leash holding the predator back. Stammering, he suddenly lost his nerve, and vanished back into the undergrowth and away from the clearing
Hours later, Oly lay in bed, still preoccupied with thoughts of his brothers' captive. They had teased him when he finally returned from the orchard with less fruit than normal, clearly both aware of why he had been so distracted. Before he had a chance to change, Sasa even noticed the wet spot on Oly's shorts. Though he said nothing out loud, he had given Oly a wide, knowing grin that made Oly's cheeks burn under his fur.
Although he was older than both Sasa and Gar, Oly couldn't remember a time when he hadn't felt a least slightly outstripped by his more confident brothers. He was taller than both of them, but a childhood spent reading and playing quietly indoors while Sasa and Gar climbed and ran around and fought with each other outside meant he was chubby, while his brothers were lean and lightly muscled. Oly didn't personally mind his weight, but it nevertheless tended to emphasize his meeker personality.
Sasa and Gar had disappeared together after sundown, returning spent and satisfied only after Oly had retired to bed. Now they were asleep while Oly stared at the ceiling, indecisive, and tried to ignore his erection.
That was another point of comparison between the brothers, though one they were all less likely to mention to each other. Oly thought his cock was perfectly respectable, but compared to his brothers--and especially to Gar--he came up a little short.
Presently, he wrapped his paw around his inches. He shuddered with pleasure as a bead of pre formed at the tip of his cock. It was short, perhaps, but too thick for him to fully close his hand around. Carefully throwing back his sheet, he started to slowly slide his paw back, working his foreskin over the head of his cock, the head by now slick with pre.
Without warning, one of his brothers snorted in his sleep and rolled over. Oly jumped with surprise, and froze in place. After a moment, it was clear that whoever and stirred was still unconscious, but now Oly was annoyed. His brothers were getting their rocks off fucking some four-legger, but he could hardly get off in his own bedroom.
Muffling a frustrated sigh, he climbed out of bed and pulled on his shorts. Making sure his brothers were still asleep, he slipped out of the bedroom and headed for the front door.
The walk to the orchard, and to the thicket, took only 15 minutes, but at night, with the fields and trees lit only by the full moon, Oly couldn't help but think of the potential predators that could be lurking just off the path. He was, after all, heading straight to one. What if the snow leopard's partner came to rescue him? Oly pushed the thought out of his head and quickened his pace.
Oly found himself once again hesitating outside the thicket. Was he really going to do this?
It's wrong!
Resolved, he pushed his way through the foliage.
This time he made as much noise as possible, but when he entered, he found the snow leopard apparently unconscious.
"H...hey. Snow leopard," Oly ventured, "wake up, I'm gonna let you go."
When there was no response, the red panda crept forward. He was about to try again, when he noticed that the snow leopard's eyes were open.
With a start and a yelp, Oly leapt backwards and fell on his ass as the snow leopard languidly rose to his feet.
"Panda" was all he said.
Catching his breath (and making sure he was well beyond the reach of the chain), Oly struggled to find his voice again. Finally he stammered out "I can let you go. You want to go back to your partner, yeah?"
The snow leopard narrowed his eyes. "Partner?" he rumbled.
"Y..yeah. The other snow leopard? The one you were... with. Before Sasa and Gar--"
Oly didn't get a chance to finish before the snow leopard snarled: "Not partner! Snow leopard fierce!"
Barely resisting the urge to run, Oly through up his paws, palms outward. "Okay okay! I didn't say you weren't!"
The snow leopard fell silent, glowering at the red panda. Oly thought he saw something in the the cat's expression that suggested an undercurrent of embarrassment in relation to his partner comment, but he knew better than to comment. After a few more moments of silence, the snow leopard finally seemed to relax, slowly moving to sit on his back legs with his gaze still fixed on Oly.
Oly took a deep breath and slowly stood. He took a tentative step towards the snow leopard and stopped.
"I'm going to take the collar off now, okay?"
When the snow leopard didn't move, Oly swallowed and took another step towards the predator.
Still no reaction.
He reached trembling paws towards the collar.
Only the snow leopard's eyes moved to track his paws.
Oly unbuckled the collar.
In an instant, the snow leopard was upon him. Before he even had a chance to call out, he felt, rather than saw, the predator's mouth open and move to close around his neck.
I'm going to die because I couldn't stand up to my brothers! he thought to himself, feeling the snow leopard's hot breath on his neck, bracing himself for the moment the cat would finally bite down.
Except in the time it took him to have this thought, somehow that moment had not come. Opening eyes he barely remembered squeezing shut, he found himself staring straight into he snow leopard's silver eyes. His mouth was no longer poised to tear his throat out. In fact, he appeared to be grinning with amusement.
"Poor prey," the snow leopard purred, causing Oly to flinch, "poor prey pissed himself."
Even in this extreme situation, he felt terror give way to a hot flush of humiliation, matched by a wet warmth between his legs that he had until now failed to notice.
While Oly was still processing the situation, the snow leopard pushed off and began circling the prostrate panda. At first, Oly was too frightened to take his eyes off the predator, but when the snow leopard just kept circling, eyes firmly on the panda's crotch, he braved a glance down at his soaked shorts. His cheeks hot with embarrassment, he found himself unable to stop himself letting out a strangled whine.
Looking up to check on the circling predator, he found with a start that the snow leopard had stopped at his feet, still grinning broadly.
"Poor prey," he said once again, taking a silent step forward, now standing between Oly's legs.
Feeling panic rising, Oly moved to scramble backwards, but was stopped immediately by a heavy paw on his thigh. Thankfully, his claws were sheathed. Oly froze in place, meeting the snow leopard's cold gaze.
"No leaving. My prey now." As he spoke, the snow leopard leant down to take hold of the waistband of the panda's shorts in his mouth. With a rough shake that caused Oly to cry out despite himself, the snow leopard tore the shorts away, leaving the panda as nude as the leopard himself.
Instinctively, Oly moved to cover his crotch. The snow leopard batted the panda's paws away without even turning to look at him. He was too focused on the panda's crotch.
Following the predator's gaze, to his still piss-damp crotch, he found himself staring at his erection. Impossibly, he was somehow still hard. Was part of him enjoying this? Did he like being threatened, dominated by this predator who still stank of his own brothers' spunk?
His mind raced, searching for some explanation--no! It's unrelated! It's just a coincidence! It's... it's... it's--but he had none.
"P...please," Oly stuttered, not sure whether he was pleading for his life or for his dignity. Before he managed anything more, though, he was interrupted by a peculiar chuffing sound.
The snow leopard was looking directly at his cock and... laughing? The expression on the snow leopard's face left little doubt -- he was laughing at the red panda's dick.
"Not as big as brothers," the snow leopard smirked. Oly felt his stomach sink with understanding. The snow leopard was teasing him for having a smaller cock than Sasa and Gar. Despite his situation, the humiliation gave way to indignant anger, and he moved to pull away from the predator. Again he was stopped by a heavy paw slamming down on his thigh, only this time he felt claws digging into the soft flesh beneath his fur.
"Not as big as me."
Oly froze, unable to move as the snow leopard lifted the restraining paw and padded around beside him. He stayed stock still even as the snow leopard cocked a leg and exposed himself to the panda, revealing his fully erect cock. He was right, Oly wasn't even as big as the snow feral.
Paralyzed by the sudden turn of this situation from life threatening to deeply humiliating, Oly failed to remember that a animal cocking its leg was not usually to show off its genitals. So he was shocked when the first splash of snow leopard piss landed on his crotch.
He cried out in surprise and protest, but a snarl from the predator silenced him. He didn't even attempt to get away as the snow leopard drenched his stomach, crotch and thighs with pungent urine. He thought of his brothers catching him being dominated and shamed by the four-legger. Even the thought of being caught trying to creep back into the house reeking of snow leopard piss was excruciating. And yet he was still hard as the snow leopard marked him like property.
His agonizing was interrupted by the snow leopard striking his side with one of his big paws. With a barely audible grunt, the snow leopard's stream of piss abated.
"Roll over."
Oly was dumbfounded by the command. Not only had he been subdued and marked by the predator, now he was expected to placidly follow his instructions?
"Roll. Over"
The humiliation outweighed his indignation, and now the snow leopard sounded annoyed. Still under the stream of snow leopard piss, he did as he was told. Almost without waiting for him to fully roll over, the snow leopard grabbed Oly's tail in his mouth and tugged. Oly cried out and raised his hips to take the pressure off his tail, but this seemed to be exactly what the predator wanted.
His heart rate and his breath quickened as he anticipated what might be going next -- he was prone, his ass in the air like a presenting bitch, surely only one thing could follow. He was going to be fucked with a cock bigger than his own, and it was attached to a feral snow leopard. If anyone ever found out, he would never live it down. Dominated and fucked by a snow leopard. His brothers would tell everyone, probably give him a humiliating nickname and never stop using it.
He was surprised, when instead the snow leopard started pissing on him anew. Within moments, his ass cheeks, hole, thighs, balls and even his tail were drenched in snow leopard piss.
Then came what he had expected in the first place. The snow leopard lumbered up on top of him, forepaws over his shoulders, hot breath at his neck, and that barbed cock pressed against his hole.
"Prey," the snow leopard purred in his ear, before seizing the fur of his neck in his powerful jaws and plowing his hips forward.
Almost immediately, the snow leopard had practically hilted his thankfully pre-slickened prick. Oly helplessly cried out loud enough that he briefly worried he would be heard back in the village.
Oly was not sexually inexperienced--he had friends and lovers in the village--but this was new. While some small part acknowledged the conflict between being thankful that the snow leopard's cock was not that large and the established fact that it was nevertheless larger than his own, most of him was dealing with the fact that this particular cock was barbed.
The snow leopard bucked his hips again, this time fully burying his inches in the beleaguered panda. He paused there for a moment, apparently savoring the sensation, before biting down harder on the panda's scruff and pulling back.
This was yet another new experience. The barbs on the way out added a new level of pain and humiliation; the knowledge that those barbs were meant to help a male snow leopard impregnate the female. Oly dug his claws into the dirt beneath him, but even then he couldn't stop himself from whimpering.
The snow leopard drove his cock home again, teasing a moan out of the red panda. Even as the snow leopard picked up speed, each thrust renewing the strange pain and the shame, Oly was still hard. His cock was dripping pre into the earth below him like a leaking faucet.
I'm just confused, he told himself, it's just the stimulation, the sensations, the smell of a male, of multiple males. But as each thrust brought him closer to orgasm, he found his aching erection more and more difficult to explain away. He felt like he had never been harder.
He deserves this after what my brothers did to him. Maybe this is where I belong. This is right. He's a predator, and I am prey.
That thought made him whine and shake his head in denial, and yet it also made his cock jump with excitement and splatter the ground with yet more of his pre.
"Panda is my prey," the snow leopard panted around a mouthful of panda fur, as though reading his mind. Hearing it said in the predator's dangerous rumble was enough to put him over the edge. He let out a strangled moan, breath catching in his throat.
This is right. He's a predator, and I am prey.
Immediately, he came, the first kick of his dick spraying cum hard enough that it hit his chin where he was face down in the dirt. The second kick was almost as powerful. Almost simultaneously, the squirming and tensing of the panda proved too much for the snow leopard, and he let out a strange howl that was not quite a roar, and came within the panda.
The flush of hot snow leopard seed was almost too much for poor Oly with his orgasm already in full swing. He matched the snow leopard's howl for intensity, this time too deeply subsumed in pleasure to worry or care whether they were heard in the village.
What felt like ages later, the panda slumped to the ground into a puddle of his own cum and the snow leopard's piss, dragging the warm weight of the snow leopard--whose loins were still twitching--down on top of him.
Many minutes later, chest still heaving from exertion, Oly attempted to crawl out from under the equally spent snow leopard. The movement only seemed to remind the equally spent snow leopard of his presence, and he felt those jaws tighten about his scruff.
"Please," he whispered, barely audible, although again, he wasn't sure for what he was pleading.
The response was long in coming, and began with a snarl.
"You. My prey."
Was it not over? Did the snow leopard still have energy after all this?
With a grunt, and a shudder of pleasure has his cock slipped free, the snow leopard rose from the panda.
Moving slowly, the panda rolled over, eliciting a low warning growl, which abated when it was clear Oly wasn't about to make a run for it. Propped up on his elbows, he could see himself, and more importantly smell himself. His fur was slick with sweat, not to mention the various other fluids. He wondered if the smell would ever wash out. There was no way he was getting back to his room without someone smelling him. He could feel the snow leopard's cum running down his thigh.
"I go free. You come too. You are my prey."
Once again Oly felt his stomach sink. The snow leopard wanted him to go with him. Those thoughts that had triggered his orgasm were dimmer now, but there was part of him that accepted the idea without hesitation.
"N...no," Oly finally managed to blurt out. "You can go, but I'm staying here. I live here."
He started moving backwards, at first slowly, but with each millimeter growing bolder until he was resolved to flee.
Oly clambered to all fours, but as he was about to get to his feet, he was floored by a pain radiating from his crotch.
He cried out and fell to the ground, looking over his shoulder to see what had stopped him.
The snow leopard had pounced silently and come down with one paw squarely on his balls. As Oly watched, the snow leopard slowly unsheathed his claws.
There was no snarl this time. The snow leopard wasn't even baring his teeth -- in fact, he practically looked amused.
"You are my prey. You come too, or these come separately."
His eyes widened, but he only needed a moment to think about his answer.
"O...okay. I'll come with you."
The snow leopard simply smiled.
"Maybe I let you keep them then."
With that, the snow leopard turned and padded towards the edge of the clearing, confident the cowed panda would be following.
Oly stood, covering himself with his paws.
Still sticky with piss and cum, and reeking like a busy snow leopard brothel, Oly took one glance back in the direction of the village, before following the snow leopard out of the clearing.