Torn
This is a gift to a friend, but he wishes to remain anonymous, so his character has been changed. It's partly practice, hence the shortness and lack of plot, but I still think it's worth putting up. More gifts to come.
Be warned that this gets pretty nasty.
All characters copyright myself.
Feedback very welcome, but please don't criticize just because you don't like the subject matter.
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Quinn knocked on his mistress' door and stepped back. One finger idly tugged at his collar, the tag quietly jingling. Only a week before, he would have never dreamed of even wearing such a thing, and now it was taking some getting used to. His ear perked when he heard the heavy footfalls of the big female approaching, and he stepped back, paws clasped behind him, awaiting her appearance.
He was a gray-furred timber wolf, his fur slick and shining with health. His frame was tall and slightly narrow, if anything he was on the lean side, but there was plenty of strength in him, plenty of tone to his chest and arms. Outside, the crisp Spring morning was a chilly blanket upon the air, but he was clad in only a comfortable pair of jeans, a little worn, and his footpaws were bare. Licking a paw, he smoothed out the bush of spiky green hair that outlined his face in strands, emphasizing two dark, deep eyes, all but black in colour. Surely he looked presentable for Mistress, he thought.
A brown, reptilian snout was the first thing he saw when the door opened, poking out through the crack before the rest of its owner was revealed. There was Sara, a towering mass of scaly velociraptor. Or at least, she was so in title. While the general features of a raptor were the basis for her appearance, her mixed heritage was evident in more refined ways. She was grinning as soon as she saw her pet, revealing two deadly rows of sharp teeth, and most prominent among those were two long, curved fangs just like those of a serpent. Her heavy tail behind her hung down to rest on the floor, resembling a massive snake in itself. No feathers adorned her figure, but she did have a bright head of blond hair, straight and well-kept. Her large, athletic body was draped in a girly, pink dress, and when she opened the door farther she revealed herself to be holding a tiny hyena cub in her arms.
A moment of awkwardness struck Quinn. Unsure of what the proper behaviour would be, he began to kneel, speaking in a low and reverent tone. "My mistress. . ."
Sara's answer was in the bubbly voice of a schoolgirl. "Just Sara, silly! You don't have to get all funny when I'm around."
Rising, the wolf smiled. "Sara." Observing the furry little infant in her arms, he was made to tilt his head. "You said you wanted to see me in private?"
"Ya-huh," the raptor replied, tickling the little hyena's belly with her curved claws. The young one gurgled and kicked happily in the protective, maternal care. "But little miss somebody doesn't want to have a nap like her brother and sister. Come on in, she likes you!"
Quinn tentatively stepped forward, but his mistress' warmth and words were as good an invitation as he could get. He hardly had time to look around the home that Sara and her spouse shared before he found himself tugged into the raptor's bedroom. Sara sat on the side of the wide bed, and set the cub in her lap, slowly rocking her back and forth and giving an odd hiss, very subtle and soothing in its sound. The reptile's curved claw beckoned to her pet before she gave her cub a raspberry. The result was a tiny little cackle, and that made Sara giggle.
"She sounds just like her father! Or, mother, or, well, you know!" Another giggle escaped her as she stumbled over the proper terms with which to reference a hermaphrodite. "C'mon, you try it!"
The atmosphere in the room couldn't help but be one of tension and precariousness, for it was not just any cub before him, but one that belonged to his mistress, a velociraptor. Even so, he was not about to refuse an order, even if it didn't sound like an order. He crouched before young Mahari. The first thing he found was that she grabbed a good hold of his nose, and he tickled her for that, a warm grin spreading across him at the sheer cuteness of the infant. His tail wagged behind him. Sara's eyes were upon him, so he looked up and smiled at her. "She's such a little cutie," he said, before giving the girl another raspberry.
He felt Sara's powerful, clawed hand upon his head, but she was only ruffling his headfur, undoing any previous effort he had made to tidy it up for her. "So are you, you sweet little thing!"
Quinn wagged his tail some more, feeling a great closeness, and a great safety around the big dinosaur. A soft chuckle escaped him as he took notice of the little hyena, now snoozing on her mother's lap. "Aww, she was tired after all."
"Probably was just staying up to see you!" Sara said brightly, slowly rising, with her daughter clutched to her chest. "Be right back! Wait here!" she chirped as she padded off with a rhythmic click-clack of her claws upon the hardwood floor as she went. At the door she stopped, and winked a reptilian eye at her wolf. "And get naked!"
Those words made Quinn grin wolfishly, unable to even voice his compliance before she was gone. He hopped up onto the side of the bed and sprawled out, unfastening his jeans and slipping them from his sturdy legs. Just to be safe, he folded them neatly and laid them on the floor, to be followed by his underwear. His nude, smoky body sat on the edge of the bed, tail wagging, and his loins just slightly showing signs of how much he appreciated his mistress' company. At first, he folded his legs and tried to hide that fact, but the more he thought about Sara, the more difficult it became to restrain himself.
A paw strayed between his legs as he pictured her scaly body pressed against him. Smooth thighs wrapped around him, firm breasts bobbing merrily in front of his nose, her muscular tail caressing him. He hardly even knew when he began stroking himself, just realized all of a sudden that he was doing so. The veins in his cock throbbed against his paw's grasp, even his knot had visibly inflated, if only slightly. A warm stream of precum slid down the hard pink length, getting thicker with every stroke. He lay on his back, hips shaking as he pleasured himself, all the while focussed on that saurian beauty.
"Knock knock!" said that saurian beauty from behind the door.
"Rargh!" exclaimed Quinn, and immediately set to trying to hide his obvious erection. Even beneath his dark fur, his cheeks could be seen flushed red.
Sara laughed and burst in, then grinned wide when she saw him. She was naked herself, her earthy-coloured scales glimmering subtly, her breasts firm and hardly moving as she did. "Oh good, you're ready!" she said happily, then growled and took a run at the wolf before throwing her whole weight against him and pouncing him hard to the bed. Her tail swished back and forth, slowly because of its weight, and she spread her legs out and straddled over his hips.
"Sorry?" he asked, a question. He squirmed a bit underneath her. She had hit him hard, and for the moment the wind was knocked out of him, but he didn't complain. With her tremendous weight atop him, he couldn't do much to remain polite, but he tried. Even so, his penis ended up prodding against her scaly sex anyway. She was cool and damp to the touch; it seemed he wasn't the only one who was worked up. His breath came to him in short, sharp gasps.
"Silly!" she giggled again and leaned over him. Her breasts, hard as rocks, mashed up against his chest, and she kissed his lips. The snake side of her manifested in the form of powerful, aroused hisses, right into her pet's face. Without another word, she scooted her shapely rump back, raised it up, and with a hand around the wolf's swollen cock, she made him penetrate deep into her soaking slit. She arched her back elegantly, and let out a snarl, leaving the wolf underneath her gasping all over again.
Stunned at first, Quinn slowly raised his paws up, stroking at his mistress' sides, feeling her muscle and the coldness of her body. Eventually he slid his paws up and caressed her back, holding her against him in an impassioned embrace. His expression was that of a person in a haze, eyes glazed over, tongue hanging just slightly from his mouth. When the massive raptor began to bounce atop him, he thought at first he might break in half, but soon the tremendous waves of pleasure began to hit him as the dull sound of flesh slapping against scales echoed even in the small room.
The wolf's lower body tensed when he felt something cold probing under his tail. It felt like a snake at first, and the reason for that was that it was the raptor's tail. The very end of it was nimbly rubbing around his rumpcheeks, feeling them up and tickling at the same time. He regarded her with surprised eyes, but began to smile too. Even in lust, she was so much fun, he warmly thought to himself as he watched her snarling maw moving up and down in front of him as with the rest of her body, bouncing and thrusting him deep into her cool insides. Tiny droplets of warm drool landed on his face, and he didn't even bother to wipe them off.
That probing became a rubbing as she found his tailhole, the rounded, skinny tip of the appendage stroking around the rim. A deep moan rolled out from the wolf's throat, and he closed his eyes completely. It wasn't the first time he'd felt anything down there, but that didn't seem to help him any. All throughout him, his muscles went tight, and his best efforts to relax them ended up being strenuous in themselves. Sara wasn't rough about it, but she didn't wait, either. With a flex of her rear's muscles, she pushed and then slowly penetrated her pet with her tail, one little bit, then inch after inch once she gained momentum. Once she had enough in, almost a fully twelve inches shoved neatly into her squirming wolf's butt, her tail was pulled taut so that every time she pulled up on his shaft, she came down extra hard.
Quinn's moans gradually changed. She was driving down onto his crotch so hard, it felt wonderful, but the impact was starting to bruise his hips. He grunted every time she slammed down on him, feeling pain alongside the pleasure. His tail stopped wagging. When he began to raise his voice to remind the raptor that he was not as big as her, he found he couldn't get out any words. His voice was nothing but gasps and a few yips. The raptor girl kept riding, kept ramming her hard body against the soft, fleshy wolf. He started to whimper.
"M-mistress. . ." he weakly moaned.
"Sara," she answered, with her usual girly cheer about her. Whether or not she knew how he felt was not apparent, but she didn't pay it any attention. Her scaly frame flexed above the wolf, and she assaulted him with mating strokes, harder and harder. The dull pain grew sharped and sharper, and he kicked his legs before screaming as he heard a snap. Something had broken. He didn't know what, but the result was searing, blistering agony as she kept riding her pet as if nothing had happened.
"A-ah, oh god, Sara!" he yelled, face clenched with his discomfort. The pleasure was still there, she still felt so wonderful ramming down on his member, but the rest of him hurt so much. He could do nothing to escape, so his fully effort went to bellowing out.
She shushed him sharply, and then cocked her head to the side and opened wide in front of his face. His eyes were closed, but opened when he felt the humidity of her breath upon him. He was presented with the terrible sight of her glistening maw, every tooth sharp enough to kill, her forked tongue flicking back and forth between her snake fangs. Slow rivulets of spittle clung to his face when they landed, his nose wrinkled at the sheer heat of the raptor's breath. That was the only look he could manage, for that mouth came at him, clamping down on his entire head, digging sharply into his flesh. Crimson poured down onto the bed from numerous deep wounds. The wolf let out a muffled whimper, and began to struggle.
The curve of her teeth dragged through his flesh as she pulled back, hooking in his cheeks. That stopped her a moment, and so Sara yanked her head back. The wet sound of flesh tearing filled Quinn's ears, and his sight became filtered through red as he watched his mistress snack on little pieces of flesh she had torn off. The blood dripped down onto him, making him sputter.
Quinn couldn't see it very well, but he could sense it. The sight of blood, the taste of flesh, it was bringing about the feral raptor instincts. He was left with hardly a moment to recover before he felt her deadly teeth tearing into his face again, stabbing where the pieces were missing and tearing from there. His cheek bones were all bit picked dry, his countenance shredded and unrecognizable after mere moments under Sara's teeth. Quick, and efficient, not wasting a piece. The wolf twitched as he lay there, bleeding. The pain had become numbing, he no longer felt much. A pool of red was forming beneath him.
"M-m-m-m. . ."
Sharp pain again, enough to distinguish itself from the numbness that permeated his body, he felt it in his shoulder. She had latched onto it, dug in. Her head whipped about viciously as she snarled down at him, eventually pressing her jaws together and snapping off his arm. Sara's muzzle was stained red with her pet's gore. She truly looked like a monster. Raising the arm up triumphantly in her jaws, she chomped down on it and then pulled it in, hungrily chewing and mashing it to pulp in a matter of seconds. Tiny bits landed upon the dying wolf, agonizing to feel.
The light was beginning to fade, the wolf's eyes flicking as he struggled to stay breathing, foolish as that might have seemed. He had already lost enough blood to justify death, staining the sheets beneath him, but still he remained. Things became as a haze. He hardly noticed when Sara tore meaty chunks out of his chest and belly, exposing his innards. She dug her snout into him, pulling out a few feet of intestines and gnawing messily on them. The pain was rapidly fading to nothing. And the way she rode his penis, it still felt so wonderful. Red flowed from the corners of his mouth as he came into her, a hearty spray of lupine seed before the end. She at last finished him with one massive bite, locking her jaws sideways around his waist with a flexible bend of her body, and then chomping him into two pieces, through skin, flesh, entrails and bone alike. The wolf breathed his last and then went still, slaughtered by the raptor.
The blood had pooled in the wolf's lower body quite nicely, and though it was rapidly pouring out, Sara managed to get a few more good bounces on the erect cock before it softened inside of her. She let it remain there, even her tail was still lodged inside him. As her feral instinct began to die down, she started to giggle again.
"Thanks wolfy," she said cheerily, digging into the remains of her pet. She torn the meat of his bones, eating ravenously and quickly, slowly making his upper body into nothing but a mass of reddened bones. Chunk after chunk of tender flesh slid down her throat. Even when she'd had enough, she didn't have the heart to waste any. When she had stripped his top half bare, she finally pulled herself off of and out of the rest of him, scooping his legs up and gnawing at them like they were chicken wings. Not even the smallest bit was wasted. She even bit off his penis, and sat munching at it thoughtfully. When she had consumed his flesh, she broke apart his skeleton piece by piece, crunching up his bones and swallowing them just like the rest of him.
With her whole front side soaked in the blood of her victim, her meal, Sara reclined onto a cleaner part of the bed. She patted her belly and gave a tiny burp, then closed her eyes, lidded as they were. Soon she felt the tender embrace of a satisfied slumber take her over, her belly working over the feast she just devoured.
Quinn awoke on an altar. When he had thanked the mute jackal, he made his way right back to the place he had met his demise. He didn't bother to knock, he just strolled right in, and then, there she was. That beautiful sleeping reptile, fed to the point of bulging, snoring with a hiss there above the bloody mess upon the sheets. His tail began to wag as he padded over and crawled in beside her. One slitted eye opened to regard him, then she smiled and put her arm around him, pulling him close to her gurgling body. He licked her cheek, and she kissed the top of his head, and that was all they needed to do to tell each other what a good time it was.