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Not much to say about this one but enjoy! Characters are both my own. I'm curious both for feedback on the style and enjoyability, but also what you think you would do in Mahiri's situation. Just because he chooses to react a certain way doesn't mean I think he's right!

• * * "Please don't kill me," sobbed the young leopard, his headfur streaked with mud and splayed over his face. His paws were held up near his face protectively, as good a defence against his captor's aggressions as they would have been against an oncoming bus. "Please. I've done nothing wrong." Sitting atop the terrified feline, the burly monster of a wolverine sneered. Her hot breath swarmed the senses of the young cat as she leaned in close, whispering in a tone full of malicious intent. "Kill you? That would be letting you off far too easy." *** Earlier that night, Mahiri hopped about his room on one footpaw, the other failing spectacularly at working its way into a sock. An inconveniently placed shoe later, the leopard fell on his face with a groan that only sustained when the illuminated numbers on a nearby clock told him how late he was. Long, flexible tail flailing away, he stood himself up and yelped out when he saw his reflection. In his haste, his good, white dress shirt was rumbled and halfway untucked, not completely buttoned. His mop of crimson headfur hung in strands, partially concealing his eyes. He brushed it away with a paw, and looked at his own glittery eyes, considering how presentable was their warm shade of green. Fumbling with his belt, he stuffed his shirttails into his best jeans and then put his hands on his girly hips to have a final look at himself. He couldn't help stopping for a few seconds to just stare. Curvy body, bright fur, striking markings, he was a fine specimen. Something his date would appreciate, for certain. That big stud of a cat, all alone on the other side of the forest and waiting for him, just waiting to slip his paws down the leopard's pants, hold his body close and. . . "Ah, crap," moaned Mahiri as the time caught his eye once again. 9:54. He was expected on the hour, and it would take him at least fifteen minutes to get there if he ran. Which he commenced doing at once, nearly crashing right into the door on the way out. Few would guess he was a feline at first glance thanks to his complete lack of grace in his haste. Staggering out the front door, he all but tumbled down the front steps, stumbling his way down the driveway until he at last corrected his gait into a swift stride down the sidewalk. The routine sights mattered even less to him as sidewalk gave way to dirt path, and homes and lawns gave way to dull, creeping trees and weeds. As a child, he'd had nightmares about Oldwood, and even now in very early adulthood it was an unsettling sight. Seemingly endless rows of willow trees, and nothing but, all old and leaned inwards, so that walking down the path gave the feeling of being surrounded on all sides by arms, just waiting to snatch up the unsuspecting. Every step he took, his pace slowing only slightly thanks to the gradual hold fatigue was taking upon him from his sustained run, every step made it look like those trees were drawing closer, reaching for him, ready to grab him and subject him to whatever tortures it was that trees inflicted upon their victims. As silly a thought as it might have been, the image of himself struggling and screaming as a sentient plant dragged him into the shadows would not leave his mind's eye. Finally, he had to stop a moment. Not in the greatest of shape, a few solid minutes of dashing through uneven territory felt like much more. Bent double and huffing, he found a good-sized stump and rested himself on it. A storm was coming. He could tell just by listening; there was nothing to hear. For a moment he allowed himself to take in the silence, quieter than he could recall it ever being for some time. His ears perked, but as far as he could tell there was nothing out there, not even a feral rabbit or stray cat. A thorough scan of the shadowy surroundings turned up nothing either, other than a few glimpses of movement he could have sworn he saw for half a moment. Shrugging that off, he sat considering just how alone he was in that dark forest, brightly-coloured and small, delicate. Soon he stood back up despite still panting away deeply. As he continued on his way, a jog the best he could manage, he found himself panting even heavier, his skin tingling, heart pounding, his head swimming as if he might faint at any moment. Surely he couldn't have been that tired, and despite his state he still was able to maintain a steady pace. It wasn't that he was fatigued, there was something bothering him. The air around him in the forest was thicker than in the open, humid. It always made him feel a bit strange. There was nothing to worry about, he told himself. Just the air. The more he tried to ignore that sensation, the more unbearable it became. He had to acknowledge it: he was frightened. Something, or nothing, was frightening him, making him feel like he was in mortal danger. He wanted to run, or better yet, disappear, somewhere safe. Back home and lock all the doors. Anywhere but where he was. His eyes frantically scanned the darkness around him, finding nothing. That just made the feeling worse. His unexplainable fear cumulated in a shrill cry that Mahiri soon regretted. "Who's there?" If there really was something out there, now it knew where he was. He began to run, not knowing what was out there, where he was going, anything of the sort. Something within him simply told him to run. He held his head low, tearing through the dense forest, branches striking him as he crashed into them, cutting into clothing and skin alike. A stray root caught his footpaw. Momentum turned against him to send him crashing headlong to the dirt, whimpering and clutching at his sore body. Still terrified, the pain and fear was so unbearable that he could do nothing but curl up into a ball, shaking. Then he heard it. The noise of his own flight ceased, the rough beatings of paws on the forest floor alerted him to something in pursuit. Again he called out foolishly, "Leave me alone!" and scrambled to his feet, pitching over again before managing to continue his sprint. His legs quivered underneath him, exhausted, made worse by mortal terror. He was slowing, gasping, whimpering, and the noise of something chasing him down just got louder. Along with it, the sound of guttural, horrible snarling burned his ears. This was it, he was finished, and all his will to preserve himself left him in the name of a moment's rest, collapsing again to the ground and shaking all over. Pain wracking his entire body, Mahiri got no chance to look back at whatever it was that had caught him. It immediately had him pinned flat on his face, with the strength of a single paw alone. A big paw, perhaps belonging to a bear. Something huge, at least. He shuddered when it touched him, the feeling warm and yet seeming so cold. A low groan passed through him, something his discomfort made impossible to hold in. "Ahh... such a nice, sweet voice," said the creature that had Mahiri held down, a low, almost grunting tone delivered in a tauntingly seductive manner. Something about that voice was horrible to hear, a grim undertone to each word as if said by a demon trying to appear harmless. Soon the leopard's body was entirely covered by one much heavier than his, making breathing difficult. He could feel the firmness of the body atop him, the muscle and bulk, making it all the more clear to him how hopeless it was to think of escape. Then he screamed out when he felt deadly teeth grasping his scruff, making him feel defeated and defenceless. It didn't hurt, but those teeth. . . so sharp, they could kill him so quickly. . . Closing his eyes, the leopard tensed up as he felt those jaws moving from the sensitive but fairly thick skin on the back of his neck to the tender surface of his throat. The teeth nibbled at his fur, brushing just a little at his skin, and he held as still as his shaking allowed. He could smell the hot breath of the big creature, like that of a wild beast, but it had spoken to him. That was strange. He didn't relax his body when he felt a tongue replacing teeth on his throat, but inside he felt at least somewhat relieved. Soon after he went rigid once more when he felt teeth clamp down on his collar. Of his shirt, lucky for him. Mahiri gave no response when he felt and heard tears being made in his good garment. It clung tightly to his chest as it was ripped apart, then peeled off his frame to reveal the bare fur of his torso, long and soft. He shivered a little at the feeling of being exposed, even more vulnerable, and bit his lip as he felt the same rough treatment being done to his pants. Even denim could not resist the brutal jaws of the creature, the monster. It couldn't have been some ordinary fur. It was far too frightening. It must have been some red-eyed, tentacled beast, straight out of the young feline's nightmares. The thick air of the forest worked its way through Mahiri's fur, clinging to his skin. He was pinned there, naked and at the mercy of the something. It shamed him just to think it, but he could not help but feel a little excited. Though he was still uncertain if he would even be able to leave with his life, his naked state hinted at the intentions of the aggressor. Even as he tried not to, he pictured what he thought might happen; a wild, lusty male mounting him and claiming him for all he could give. He was no virgin, he'd been taken fiercely before, and he'd always liked it. And whoever it was that had him, they seemed to want him so much. As much as he was still afraid, it was a good feeling to be desired like that. "Oh, you and I are going to have SO much fun," drawled the voice as its owner breathed over the leopard's naked body, its very sound like a fluid being poured into Mahiri's ears. He even found himself giggling a little as he felt a few nibbles upon his toes, ticklish as he was. The beast had moved off of him, and now was holding onto both sides of his rear end, pulling at it to raise himself up. Things were about to begin. When he found himself hoisted upwards, his hips and rump propped up in as vulnerable position as possible, he didn't offer any resistance. Instead, he mewled in a submissive manner, even giving a bit of a wiggle of his rear in hopes that appeasing the desires of his captor would let him escape unscathed. Maybe, if he was careful, things would go smoothly and he could even enjoy himself. He felt the furry, bulky body mounting over him, he felt his scruff clenched between powerful teeth, he felt his tail lifted roughly out of the way. Then he felt a wet pressure against his tailhole, grinding up against him. It was pleasant, but something was wrong. There was no penis, no heaving erection being shoved into him. It was. . . "God! No!" he bellowed, shrinking away from every touch upon his body by the female. Female. He at once went from excited and nervous to stewing in humiliation and repulsion, liking nothing about the body that was forcing itself upon him. An agonized groan escaped him, and his lip quivered as he struggled not to cry, and all the while the disgusting female parts rubbed where they were not meant to rub. Anything but a female. A fat, ugly male, anything. He should have noticed before, but the muscular bulk had thrown him off. The naked female seized his shoulders and turned him over as she lifted her weight from him, snarling down in his face. For the first time, he could see her, and she was just as frightening as the worst his imagination could come up with. Fierce of eye and rough of fur, she was a wolverine, her frame stocky and thick, especially for a female. He took little notice of the details, or at least tried to, not able to bear looking at her naked body for long. He hated the way her breasts stuck out, the way the nipples were perked underneath dark fur, and he dared not even glance at her nether regions. "No, huh?" she spat at him, straddling over him and sitting uncomfortably on his crotch. He squirmed back and forth underneath her to no avail, and she went on, calmly but clearly angered. "And who the fuck you think you are? You're mine, you little bitch." She shifted atop him, rubbing her labia against his unexcited sheath and then growling at him when he failed to show any sign of being turned on. "So get a fucking hard-on already." Mahiri shook his head, his vision going blurry. No matter what she did, he would not be able to give her what she wanted, and the only other option was probably death or at least great pain. He tried. He thought about big, studly males, penises and semen, being mounted, sucking, all the sexiest thoughts he could come up with, but the problem remained. She was female, and no amount of imagination could change that. His sheath failed to show even the slightest sign of life despite being rubbed against wetly by aroused female parts. "I-I can't. . ." he stuttered weakly. "You can't? The hell you mean you can't?" "Not with a girl. Never with a girl. I don't . . . like it." He managed it in a squeaking tone, and then broke down into tears. Sobs wracked his body. Tears rolled down his cheeks, matting down his fur. Finding his paws free, he brought them to his face, unable to look at any part of the wolverine without feeling absolute disgust and terror. "Pathetic," she snarled at him. "Fucking pathetic. I should just kill you." Her huge paws made their way to the leopard's throat, grasping at it. "One squeeze. . ." she whispered to him. "One squeeze, and one twist." Mahiri whimpered and quivered from head to toe, feeling as if he might faint, and wishing he would. He tried to turn his head away, to just keep from looking and thinking, but she wouldn't let him, keeping him held tight and shoved down in the mud. "Please don't kill me," sobbed the young leopard, his headfur streaked with mud and splayed over his face. His paws were held up near his face protectively, as good a defence against his captor's aggressions as they would have been against an oncoming bus. "Please. I've done nothing wrong." Sitting atop the terrified feline, the burly monster of a wolverine sneered. Her hot breath swarmed the senses of the young cat as she leaned in close, whispering in a tone full of malicious intent. "That would be letting you off far too easy." Then she began to crawl closer to his face, still straddled over him. Her paws grasped his head, holding it up and forcing him to look at her nethers or close his eyes. He chose to do the latter, sealing his lips tight and trying not to breath as her scent invaded his nostrils. Musky and thick, it sickened him, and only got worse when she shoved her crotch into his face, humping his muzzle roughly. He coughed and sputtered in disgust, accidentally getting some of the female fluid into his mouth and gagging as a result. She didn't let up, pushing at the back of his head and pressing him closer to the wet, torturous parts, thrusting roughly at his lips and grunting a bit. He was going to throw up. His head was pounding, his stomach ached, his chest heaved, he was going to lose his lunch or faint outright. Either way, he hoped, things would end, but neither would come to him. Instead, he was forced to lay there, head bouncing along as it was humped. His breath came in wheezes when he allowed it to, trying to take in as little air as possible so that he didn't have to smell those feminine scents. They made him feel even less aroused than he would normally be at rest, thinking or doing nothing sexual. Those juices seeped onto Mahiri's face, making him wrinkle his nose and shut his eyes tight, as if acid had been poured upon him. The wolverine drew back, only to rub a wet finger all over his face, further wetting him with the vile liquid, and she forced his arms to his sides when he tried to wipe his face clean. He whimpered and cried, shaking his head and pursing his lips but not having the strength nor bravery to offer any protest. She sat near his middle once more, and he opened his eyes to look at her just a moment, right on time to spot a fist coming at him. He cried out as he was struck in the face, tasting blood, and again as another blow landed upon him. The wolverine was silent as she beat him, by all appearances without any emotion but pure animal aggression. Another strike, and he fell limp, still conscious but deeply dazed. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as his nose bled into his mouth. He felt the world around him swaying and shaking as he was hefted onto the female's shoulder, and carted off to places unknown. The blurry forest all looked the same to him. A few minutes later and he was dropped carelessly in another nondescript place, and pushed up against the trunk of a big tree. His head lolled and his eyes fluttered as he sat there limply, half-aware of anything at all and groaning at every moment with pain. It seemed to course throughout his entire body, with no clear point of origin. She had vanished out of sight for the moment. The feeling of his arms being yanked behind him soon revealed her position, and he barely made a sound as he felt his wrists being bound behind the tree, leaving him a naked prisoner to the whims of the rabid wolverine. His body slumped back, his chest heaving and his paws shaking in terror and anguish. "Why are you doing this?" he whined, still crying but silently. The back of the wolverine's paw met his cheek harshly, and he collapsed to the side, his arms yanked into a painful, awkward position, but he couldn't get up. Even with his face pressed tight to the dirt, not a muscle in his body would comply any longer. He closed his eyes, as if waiting a final blow. "'Cause I want to rape something, stupid," was her sharp reply, and she grabbed his head, forcing him to sit. "And you're gonna sit there until you give me what I want." He was a ragdoll in her paws, head slumping forward against his chest when she let it go. She growled irritably and eventually just let him fall, leaving him to slump heavily onto his side once more. His body hurt all over, throbbing with every beat of his rapid heart. His eyes drifted to her horrible, snarling visage once more, and his vision doubled, blurred, and then became nothing as he lost consciousness. Dreams whirled their way through his head like thread, thin and almost invisible. A few glimpses here and there, half a face, a paw, the shape of a body, but no more. And yet, there was a distinct sexual energy emanating off those indistinct figures, as if on another level of consciousness the dream was in fact quite erotic. He could feel it in himself, dreaming lucidly, he could feel his physical body aroused by the goings-on in his mind, and he awoke with a smile on his muzzle. Only to find his gaze bombarded by the sight of female breasts, bobbing grossly in his face. Wrinkling his nose and turning away, he then began to scream out. The female had, while he was sleeping, made use of his unconscious arousal. He could feel her juicy, tight depths squeezed around his unintentional erection, sliding up and down wetly. Her hips bumped up against his, and hard, while his shoulder felt like it could dislocate at any moment, arms still tied behind him and stretched out. First, he yelped in pain, and then he yelped much louder in disgust, kicking his legs and trying to yank his hips downwards to get out of the nightmarish, silky vise. "No! Please stop!" he wailed, almost immediately breaking into tears once again. They rolled right down his face, and failed to do anything to visibly guilt the lusty female. His erection wouldn't go away. The squeezing, hot flood inside the wolverine felt far too good, bouncing up and down on his pink length. Felt good, but it was so awful, and closing his eyes did not keep him from feeling every vile detail of female body parts on his. He turned his head away when she kissed his lips, but that hardly slowed her. She left a warm taste on his lips, one he wished he could wash out of his mouth. His ears caught the sound of her uncaring, cruel voice. "Nice taste. Innocent flesh." Vision again blurring, he felt as if drifting in and out of consciousness, but as hard as he tried he wasn't able to pass out again. Instead, he was forced to just sit in place, tied to the tree with his cock buried in the wolverine as she thrusted her hips against his, driving his modest length into her with brutal might. She must have been enjoying it, as he could feel her giving a few spasms around his member, making him feel her insides even more closely, much to his agony. Her big paw curled behind his head, pressing his face down to mash against her breasts. They were just as horrible, especially the black nipples, prodding his face, making him want to scream. Still she moved up and down on him, using every last inch of his hard flesh, every driving motion she made him make like a slap in the face. He sniffled and squirmed, and felt a few pops roll through his shoulder, spreading tingling pain through the whole limb. Yelping and sobbing, he shook a few times and then went quite still when he found that only made things worse. A shift of position underneath her at least allowed him to keep from hurting himself further, but the tingle remained, his arm soon going numb. Even more painful than that was the realization that he was building to climax. He couldn't stand her body but the tight embrace of smooth insides, the gentle trickle of slippery juices running down the length of his erection, the dragging, grinding stimulation rolling down his entire length, it was having its toll. All throughout his body, he twitched in protest, grunting and straining, but it was no use. His pre seeped heavily into her, his testicles pulled close to his body, pounding, warm pleasure starting from base and sliding up to tip. With a defeated mewl, he let himself go, hot globs of his seed shooting forth deep into the wolverine. She was so tight around him, squeezing on him so hard, he couldn't stand it. It was just too close, too close to a body he wanted nothing to do with. Soon her breath was in his face again, coming in quick bursts as she laughed at him. "That felt pretty damn good, kitty," she mocked, caressing her fingers along his cheek. He wanted to just bite them, make her share at least a small part of his agony, but there was nothing in him that would dare. Instead, he tried to use what he thought might be a lapse in her attention to try to slip his way out of her, but whether or not she was aware didn't matter, her weight held him in place. To his disdain, she stayed sitting right where she was, both paining him and torturing him by making him experience her insides even longer. "Please let me go," he whimpered. "Please, please, please," the wolverine sneered. "Always asking so nicely." "You've had your fun. . ." "Fun? You think that was fun? I could have more fun with one finger than your puny cock." Grunting at him, she began to work her way up, sliding his dwindling erection out to his great relief. He could feel the wetness soaked into his skin, female scent that would stay on him for days, not letting him forget what she put him through, but at least he didn't have to feel her anymore. She even unbound his wrists, allowing him to mercifully pull his arms around front and relieve the tingling pain that was roiling through them, crackles and pops signifying the dislocated limb coming back into place. He was almost starting to think about running away before he found his head squeezed on either side by heavy paws, wrenching him forth. To avoid being hurt, he had to shift to his knees so that he was pulled forward, face-first. The wolverine was taking a position with her legs dangerously spread, giving Mahiri far more of a look at her than he wanted, and closer by the moment until he was bombarded by the mixed scent of recent mating that wafted from her sex. Again his nose wrinkled, again he choked, again he gagged, the feeling of sickness making his belly ache unbearably, the urge to throw up the greatest of all his desires, even more than escape. "Lick me," she said, but got nothing out of him but heavy breathing and whimpering. He kept his lips clamped shut, and even shook his head, a subtle but daring defiance. The wolverine reacted to this by wrapping her paws around his throat. "Lick me or I break your neck." Mahiri gazed forward at the daunting monster that lay slightly agape before him. It was like an alien, so many folds and bumps and flaps. Any one of them might be hiding teeth ready to take off his nose at any moment. Silly thoughts, but his thoughts. He didn't even know how it worked. What was this part for? Why was this here? What felt good to have licked? But he believed her. In the strength of her arms, there was the capability of ending his life. That he knew, just feeling the way she clenched his neck. He didn't want to die. Though it was like dipping his tongue into lava in its agony, he slowly spread his lips and pushed forth his rough, feline tongue. Immediately, he jolted and shook, the female taste landing upon his tastebuds at the slightest prod to the wolverine's nether regions, strong and foul. Holding his breath would not shut it out. It invaded him, as if seeping into his very skin. Brushing his tongue down to the bottom of the whole genitalia, the beginning of the crease of the two lips, whatever they were called, he licked across the female's whole slit in one long motion, coughing when he reached the top. The female rolled her hips and gave an impressed, slow moan, but then bucked her crotch against Mahiri's muzzle insistently. "Yeah, it felt good, faggot. But don't think you're done." A whine almost escaped him, but he held it in. His eyes were closed as tight as they could be, frowned with the effort of mentally escaping. Lilacs, waterfalls, unicorns, he was not in that forest. He was not licking out a female. He was safe and happy. His tongue worked up and down, precariously digging into that dark, wet region. He didn't taste it, he wasn't there. Not even a dream, it never happened. He tried so hard, but the wet sensation and flavour overrode every attempt at forgetting about his situation. Soon his tongue was pushed right into the wolverine, scooping and dragging in and out while he shook violently, horrified, revolted. Pleasuring her was a foreign process, something he knew no more about than waggling his tongue around and prodding wherever felt different. The wolverine wasn't complaining, but neither was she showing much sign of enjoying it, looming above him and staring down with eyes that shone ominously in the lowering light. Somehow, hours had passed. Surely someone would be looking for him by now. That hope was drowned in the flood of juices that invaded his tongue, forcing him to swallow or choke. The female's insides were pulsing, contracting around his tongue, the wetness nearly doubling to the extent of soaking his whole muzzle. And yet the female remained almost entirely still above him, her expression neutral but for the slightest silent groan of pleasure now and then. Finally, the contractions reached some kind of peak around the leopard's slurping tongue, and he was left to cope with a splash of female juices that squirted upon him, running down his chin and chest. His licking stopped, tongue wedged idly inside of her, and he waited, looking up at her with eyes that twinkled with pain. She didn't look back, just pulled away from him and turned away. As she left him, defeated, defiled, and destroyed, he fell to the ground and curled into a sobbing ball, paws held firm over his face, wails echoing into the night. He lay like that, legs pulled as tight to his chest as he could manage. Whimpers and cries rattled his frame. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth, salty tears washing that away where it reached. Darkness loomed around him and set him to shivering, naked and alone. He didn't move. Something was probably broken, but it wasn't physical pain that kept him rooted to the spot. He just could not will himself to rise and look for help. For all he knew, he would lie there until he died. The rain started, in drops and then in a steady downpour, turning dirt to mud beneath the cat. Time passed. Minutes, hours, he wasn't sure, but the rising light seemed to hint at it being a long time. He had stopped crying but still whimpered. The sound of footsteps caught his ear, which he could not even perk. This time, he did not cry out, simply waiting for himself to be discovered. Wretched, pathetic, filthy. The wolverine pushed through the trees. It was her. The very same. Seeing her, Mahiri went wide-eyed, screamed hoarsely, and then closed his eyes and tried to die by sheer will. She said nothing. She was clothed in a coat and ripped jeans, and appeared weighed down by the backpack she wore. Approaching the cat, she knelt beside him and removed the pack, setting it in front of her and unzipping a flap. The leopard bawled. "God! Just kill me now! I can't take anymore! I won't lick you, I won't do anything!" In his fetal position, he tried to curl up even tighter, but that was impossible. "Shh," said the wolverine, and she placed a paw on his side from which he flinched away. "I wanna tell you something. And you won't believe it. Guaranteed." The leopard was silent. "I feel bad," she said. "Like, fucking bad. Alright?" Still the cat said nothing. She patted him, gently. "I brought some... uh, lemme see... some first aid stuff, water, change of clothes..." "Why did you do that?" the leopard faintly asked. "I told ya. Feel bad about what I-" "No. What you did to me. Why?" He could feel her sighing breath. "Look, kid, there's a whole bunch of reasons. None of them good." He never moved to speak to her, looking away. His next words he considered, his voice leaving him somewhat when spoke, as if afraid of provoking another attack. "So, um, are you sorry?" "Yeah. I'm sorry." A click announced her opening of the first-aid kit, and then she added in a tone both sharp and gentle. "And don't you fucking dare forgive me, kid. I'm gonna get you fixed up, then you'll never see me again. Deal?" "My name's Mahiri, not kid. I'm not a kid either." "Mahiri then." She softly took his leg wiped at a particularly nasty gash with a cloth. A prick made him flinch just slightly as she stitched it shut, and then she cleared her throat as she applied disinfectant. It stung. "Freya." "That's a nice name." "Yeah, thanks. You thirsty?" She held out a canteen and set to bandaging him once he took it. The water was cool and clean, pleasantly tasteless. He drank deeply, remaining still and quiet while she treated the rest of his cuts. They were all over. When she was done with those she cleaned his face of blood. Once she had finished, Freya patted him on the back and dug out some clothes from the backpack. Jeans and a shirt, looking her size. "Might be kinda big, but, uh-" She stopped speaking when she saw him rise, and then come towards her, scooting on his bare knees. He could barely manage, and by the time he reached her he fell forward against her chest. His arms slid around her, trying to keep himself up, shaking with the effort. "Hold me?" he asked with a pained mewl. "Uh huh." Her massive, muscled arms scooped under his and propped him up against her, then scoop became embrace. She wafted warmth, and even if her fur was a little rough to the touch, he welcomed it against his bare body. His shivers went away, and slowly, emerging from the depths of his battered body, there came a purr. Freya cocked an eyeridge at that but didn't comment. "I wanted to thank you..." Mahiri began breathlessly, and the wolverine cut him off with a paw softly over his muzzle. "You hit your head or something? Probably a few times. I don't wanna hear one word of it." He shook his head, so she removed the paw. "It's just, I've never been with a female before..." "You don't say." "And I probably never would have." "No reason to thank me." "Could we do it again?" The wolverine was silent. She loosened her hug so that she could stare down at him, and he looked back, straight-faced. "Say what?" "You can say no." Still no sign of what he was thinking. He really didn't know for himself what was going on in his head, only what was going on in his body. "Kid - er, Mahiri, I owe you a lot more than a good fuck right about now. But you don't like it." "Maybe I might." And at last, he gave a smirk, and then leaned in so that their lips met. Maybe he had no idea what to do with her other pair of lips, but he knew how to kiss. Finding her cooperating, he pushed up tightly, letting wetness pass between their two mouths, and then he began to lick at her lips, sliding his tongue right in after a moment. It tasted a lot better in there than it did between her legs. Freya just pulled him close to her, sliding him between her thighs in a kneeled position, gentle to his poor mangled body. "You're gonna - mmf - hurt yourself worse," she muttered around his tongue, even as she slowly laid back and allowed him to come atop her. He was even aroused, judging by the pink firmness pressed up against the wolverine's clothed thigh. Inside, his head was swirling, but he knew he wanted it. Manoeuvring under his skinny frame, she courteously unbuckled her pants for him, and with feline curiosity restored, he pushed a paw into them, feeling around. Immediately, he felt that dampness that had made him sick to his stomach not so long ago, and it made him stop, thinking perhaps that he was being irrational. He raised his finger to his nose and sniffed at it. Shocking, strong, unfamiliar... but not as bad as he had originally thought. Either the fear had made it worse, or he was getting used to it. There was one thing he wasn't used to though, and that was the source of the fluid. Reluctantly, he scooted off of her so that he could outright look, leaning his head close between the wolverine's thighs while she lay watching him with a puzzled expression. "Uh?" He looked up, showing a bit of red behind the yellow of his cheeks. "Could you explain it to me?" "Explain what? My pussy?" "Yeah." "You put your cock in it." She wasn't explicitly rude in her tone, but evidently wasn't the sort for speaking softly. "I know. But, like, then what?" He asked, then added softly, shifting his eyes embarrassedly. "I'm a bottom." For the first time, she showed a faint smile. Watching it curve and brighten the rough-furred features of her face, Mahiri saw beauty he had not seen before. She might have been harsh to look at, but there was a twinkle in those eyes, and a softness of the way she smirked, that suggested a kind soul. He found himself smiling back. "Observe," Freya said, pulling down and then off her pants. Her shirt was still on, covering her breasts. The leopard was somewhat thankful for that. One thing at a time. Sliding both paws down between her spread legs as Mahiri kneeled and watched closely, the wolverine used two fingers to spread her labia, and then pushed a finger into the open space, brushing up and down and giving very slight gasps. A sticky, wet sound emerged, something that made the cat simultaneously cringe and look closer in interest, eyes wide even as he tried not to breathe too deeply of the scent that came from her. "Alright, so you wanna shove it in right about here..." Freya instructed, pushing her extended digit slowly into the dark vaginal opening spread before the leopard's eyes. "Unngh... don't really care what you do in there, just move around how it feels good for you." To demonstrate, she pushed her finger back and forth a few times, wiggled it side to side, around in a circle, then pulled it out, glistening. "See? Not so hard. You'll learn what girls like after a while." "What's that?" Mahiri asked, pointed towards an odd bump near the top of it all. "What, this?" She poked herself in the spot indicated, and grunted. "That'd be the clit." "What's that do?" "Feels good. Really good." "And?" "That's all. Rub it. Girls like it." Reaching tentatively forward, he did just so, soft as if handling an explosive. She didn't seem to react much but gave him another of those momentary smirks. "Feels kinda weird," he said. She nodded and extended her arms to him to invite him back atop her, but not before pulling off her shirt. There bounced her firm breasts, the nipples perked at him. That was another something he had to reach out and touch, and he rubbed slowly over them, giving them squeezes as if checking for the ripeness of fruit. 'Weird', was again his conclusion, but he kept it internal. He started to kiss her again, distracted by his awkward attempts to get into the proper position so that his lips were more or less just resting against her own. Mahiri tried going from a lowered position, from one right up on her, from in between but the wrong angle, practically sideways. The result was a series of unintentionally firm prods to the wolverine's sex, something she seemed to be subtlety enjoying judging by her breathing getting a little louder. Finally, the leopard felt the warm netherlips embrace his softly barbed erection, and he kept pushing in the way that felt like it was giving the least resistance. Jerkily and unsteadily, but surely, he penetrated deep inside of her, provoking groans that the two of them shared in a wet kiss. He held the position for a while, giving her a little suck on the tongue when he got a hold of it between his lips, considering the feeling. It was one he'd already felt before, screaming and crying, but that didn't really count. Warmth was the first thing he thought about, and after that, wetness, and then confusion. It wasn't much like a tailhole, it seemed much more complex, like a fleshy computer. But it felt good. It rubbed nicely along the length of his shaft, it squeezed, it pulsed, it soaked. He liked it, even if he didn't understand it. Tentatively, once his modest length was all the way in, he drew back and gave a little thrust forward. The smooth, squeezing hold of the wolverine's insides suddenly felt far better, rushing past his sensitive flesh like that, and he mewled out in pleased surprise, drawing back from the kiss a moment. Freya did nothing, casting him a patient half-smile that held no disapproval, but clearly told him that it'd take a lot more than that to please a female. He furrowed his brow and tried again, this time harder, and already he was starting to leak his pre into her silky confines. It felt so fantastic that he hardly had to think about it. One thrust led to another, and even though he was still sore all over, he could feel the momentum taking hold of his hips. He came close and locked into the kiss once more, holding it tightly as he bounced atop her, pushing in and out. When the simple motion didn't get much reaction, he gave it a bit more of an angle, dragging his barbs along those smooth walls inside of her, and at last he felt her moaning out into the kiss. His little sac bounced about erratically, lightly bumping near the wolverine's backside, and the leopard kept going, growing wetter and wetter at the tip, his lean muscles tensed, a surge of pleasure reaching all the way to his toes. Soon he realized he was going to release. It didn't take long. There was no fighting it last time, and definitely no fighting it this time. He curled his toes, wrinkled his face, and put all his remaining strength into thrusting into Freya, his energy dwindling but his motions remaining straight and true. The combined wetness of the both of them echoed in his ears, sloshing, splashing, and she was practically snarling at him with what he hoped was pleasure. Her own hips gave a few bucks of assistance up against him that drove him over the edge. His cry started as no more than a simple "Ah!" but grew deeper and more impassioned until he managed to blast out with the true roar of a big cat. Freya's arms were tight around him, keeping him mashed firmly to her muscles as his cock twitched and spasmed, then finally began to shoot her full of hot feline cum. She grunted again, deadly teeth on full displayed, her eyes closed. As he gushed into her, his hips just could not stop, making some of the seed miss its mark and splash between the both of them. Just as his release was dying down, he felt her wildly squeeze at his erection once more, milking out the very last drops from him, and while that went on, he collapsed atop her, head nestled beside hers and tongue hanging from his mouth with his panting. It didn't occur to the leopard to move for some time. Freya was rubbing along his back, avoiding where he was hurt. He kissed her on the cheek quickly, and when she didn't seem to mind, he did it again. "Did I do okay?" he asked timidly. "Great job, kitty." She squeezed him lightly. "You sure you haven't done that before? Almost had an orgasm." "Almost?" "Yeah, uh, anyhow, felt great." The wolverine turned to look at him, face to face, and briefly laughed, reaching up to ruffle at his hair. "You'll get better." He smiled back, and pecked her on the lips. "I forgive you, by the way," he said casually. "Christ." Freya frowned. "Not just because I let you do that, is it?" "No. You had your reasons. It was nothing personal, right?" "Shitty reasons. But no." "That's good enough for me." He snuggled up against her and stroked her coarse fur. "I think I learned a lot tonight. About more than just how to have sex, too." "Like what?" She tilted her head at him, then shook it. "We should get you to a doctor, Mahiri." "Just, I don't know, things. About me. I'm going to just relax for a while... if that's okay. We can go later." In a few minutes, he was comfortably asleep against her chest. The wolverine gingerly removed him from herself, and then hefted the cat up gently in the powerful cradle of her arms, carrying him through the trees like she would her own cub while he mewled and smiled in his sleep.