Under the Influence
After a night at a friend's house, a panther heads for the shower, and has his way with a special little treat the friend has been saving...
This one is something I haven't done in a long time. The mean streak's not always something I can pull off easily, but with exams over I thought something cathartic was necessary. That, and after reading and watching diablo_the_Rex 's fantastic animation here (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15213612/) , I wanted to try my own hand at a similar scenario. Though I'll admit the gory stuff isn't always my bag, this definitely pushed me to write my own take, and perhaps after this experimentation I'll try again sometime.
And before anyone speaks, no, I don't condone these sorts of actions in any state of mind. This is just some super-kinky fiction, folks.
But yes, leave your comments below, and tell me how I did! I'm delighted to read what folks think of my work!
He yawned as he stepped into the bathroom, rubbing his tuft of headfur in a daze, his jaws parting in a wide, low yawn as he flicked on the lights. A black, fuzzy tail swished away in his wake as he stretched, joints and ligaments creaking and popping away in a cascade of noise. Thick, wide paws thumped the tile floor, slamming inches before the overhang of a cabinet door, nearly sending the tiny mouse beneath it into screams as the panther's seemingly titanic weight slammed down with an audible BOOM. She could only stare up, up, up at that monstrous, naked girth, his clothes tossed in another room of that vast house, her own bare form quivering as she drank in every twitch of his gaze.
The feline, however, was unaware of this particular little creature, his glazed eyes upon the shower as he cranked its handle, wincing at the hot water as he withdrew a small plastic box from the soap dish. With a lazy, toothy smile he opened in, and between the thick, padded digits that dove in, out came a miniature lioness, full-breasted and lush and gorgeously toned, perfectly sized to his fist as a deep purr of pleasure resounded in the bathroom.
She'd been trying to wait it out, but the sounds that penetrated that tiny box boomed and quaked, physically rocking her precarious plastic prison. It was driving her insane, the thought of just being another drunk, crazy girl at an out of control college bash. The thought of that sudden green flash, those rough fingers snatching her up, her screams lost amid the boom of the bass and the thunderous squeals of her former friends...
The lid burst open, and she shrieked in wordless terror as a set of rough, thick fingers grabbing her by the legs, dangling her like a ragdoll. A black tower of toned, slender flesh rose into view, furred and soft to the touch as she scrabbled and beat at his digits, adrenaline bursting into her ragged feline's as that titanic feline visage filled her view like a billboard, smug and wide and totally uncaring. She didn't know him, but it was clear he wasn't here to rescue a damsel in distress.
He didn't even really know what he'd found of course. It was only via a few drunken comments that he'd learned of his host's prize, locked in that tiny plastic box. His friend had said he'd shrunk another, but the little rodent bit him and got away. A few beers later, and he'd gotten both a massive buzz and the tip-off that he stored his catch in the bathroom, to treat himself the next day with. What a hell of a device he had...and he certainly couldn't complain about the results, either.
He rumbled wordlessly with pleasure as he eyed the twenty-something woman, pink tongue slathering his lips in drool. She smelled wonderful, sweet with just a hint of feminine musk...and without a second thought the horny, slightly-sweaty panther lifted his find to his maw, pink, cavernous jaws wide, her body slipping gently over his gleaming fangs, onto that wide, flat tongue. Lush lips curled about her hips, merely suckling upon her for the moment, grunting in approval as her taste washed his tongue.
All she could do was whimper in despair. There was nothing for her to do. Her body was his to do with as he pleased. She was a snack to him, maybe, or a toy, or a pet, if she was lucky. She gasped and whined with the sucking on her tail, feeling like her body would rip away from it if he slurped with another ounce of force. It was hot and dark in that pink, tight cavern, her head mashed up against the ribbing of its roof, drool squelching and surging over her in waves, soaking her tawny fur. Her breasts pancaked on a serpent of wide, thick muscle, textured and strong as it held her tight. The whole place reeked of meat and cheap beer, the massive buzz the panther sported evident in the scents that burned her nostrils.
The massive male let his thick, wet tongue slide over those plump little breasts, lips smooshing and caressing her rump as if they were his own hands. He was drunk on the idea of that feline girl in his mouth, of all places. She was his toy, his plaything, his pleasure. And as a mighty, black shaft began to lurch and swell to life below, he pulled that drool-slicked girl back out, grinning wordlessly as he lowered her by a single leg. With a firm fist he pinned her to that massive, throbbing length, and with a thunderous groan he began to pump, sliding her up and down that pillar of masculinity, his arousal practically near bursting already.
Her grunts and cries fell on deaf ears as she tumbled forth from his jaws, gasping the few lungfuls of fresh air she was allowed. Down she was dropped, limbs flailing uselessly until she was slapped against a dark wall of pulsating flesh. Masculine musk filled her nostrils enough to make her gag, and even as she bit and thrashed against the towering pillar of arousal its salty taste filled her maw. A bead of precum from the wide slit above slid down to plaster her as she was ground up and down its length, the force of each stroke nearly smashing her to a pulp.
He only pumped her harder against his drool-slicked shaft, precum mingling with her frame while he masturbated wildly with the lioness in his palm, his engorged head drooling madly. Eventually, the panther began to seize after minutes of nearly crushing her against his shaft. With a deep grunt that slid into a low, purring moan of pleasure he came, spurts of glistening, thick bursts of seed arcing up in the air before they splattered against the floor below.
The massive male sighed happily, sliding the little lioness from his deflating shaft, smirking as he rose to his thick paws. He dangled her by her leg once more, and then, without warning, let her go.
She couldn't scream when she hit the floor, landing hard enough to crack bones in her legs. She tumbled in a heap, eyes bulging as she stared up, up, up once more, her screams breathless now as she scrabbled for that cabinet overhang, inch by agonizing inch, doom's icy grip sending her writhing heart slamming against her chest.
The puny mouse stared in frozen terror, tempted to reach out and grab the lioness. Before she could act, a black-padded paw suddenly rose forth, enveloping the lioness and smothering her between him and the floor. His purr thundered above as he positioned himself high above, firmly pinning her beneath his massive toes, a few cracks signaling broken bones. Then, with a deep growl, he stomped.
Again and again his paws bashed the tile floor, smashing the lioness' frame into a limp, crumpled pile of flesh. Sickening crunches echoed in the air as thick-padded paws crashed to the floor. When he'd finished, he stepped into the bathtub and shower, the feline woman pasted to his sole. He grunted and snarled low as he raised the soiled paw to the tub rim, scraping that puny, broken form away, letting it flop back into the box with a sad little thump. He sighed with delight, the lusty haze clearing from his grinning visage. Then, his green eyes fell earthwards, and a tiny, paralyzed rodent filled his gaze.
He smiled.