Welcomed (Part One)
Just a quick sex story to exercise the writing muscles. Also wanted to explore the early relationship between these two, since it evolved a lot as the two got to know each other. Might write some more about these two, or might work on some more ‘first meeting' stories with Mahiri and some of my other characters. What do you folks think?
Mahiri paused in his daily activities when he heard a girlish giggle coming from the hall. Up to his elbows in dishwater - it'd been a while - he set aside a dish and dried his paws on a towel, creeping over to the door to see who the new arrivals might be. Two voices were speaking. He'd heard that a couple of some sort was set to move into the apartment across from him, but that was about all he had for details. Whoever they were, he was sure they'd be friendly enough to appreciate a warm welcome. The sound of laughter came again, giving his first hint as to what he might be dealing with. It was not so much a giggle as a whooping, wild cackle. It could only be one thing. Hyena! He'd never really met one before, except in passing, but there was something about the mere word that endeared to him. Creeping up to his front door as if his new neighbours might flee if they heard him coming, the young leopard spied on the hallway through the distorted vision of the peephole. There were boxes. He didn't see anyone at first, until he caught a fleeting glimpse of something reptilian. It was just half a glance, not nearly enough to guess what on earth the other half of the couple might be, but something in that momentary glance made him feel welcome. He almost opened the door right then, until he recalled that he wasn't wearing any pants. Such things just slowed him down. Creeping just the same back to his bedroom, he started digging through some drawers in search of something decent to wear. There were jeans, jeans, and some more jeans, of varying levels of degradation and tightness, depending on occasion. He dragged on one neat pair out that served well both to look relatively formal and to accentuate the girly curve of his butt. Hey, it was good to come prepared! Coupled with his everyday denim coat that he wore unbuttoned over a bare, lithe torso, and his long crimson hair sweeping behind him, it was his trademark look. Stylish but comfortable. By the time he actually got out into the hall, there was nobody around anymore, but something lingered. Creeping into the young cat's nostrils, drawing him on as effectively as dragging him by a rope, was a smooth, hot scent, musk so fine it could be bottled and sold. And that was without the musk-bearer even being present anymore. Mahiri almost worried what it'd be like to meet that person face to face. No sense letting that hold him back though, so he knocked a few times and waited, paws tucked behind his back neatly. When the door opened, he was left with eyes wide and mouth agape in an expression better suited for Saturday morning cartoons rather than real life. That was a lot of hyena! First off, the poor cat was literally staggered by the amount of sheer musk one individual could carry. The giant carried with her such a strong personal scent that it was like simply standing in her presence was having sex with her. It was overwhelming, but every little sniff the leopard got made him want more, to the point that he was restraining himself from just leaping forward and embracing her. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. From where he stood, average height at most, Mahiri's sight met squarely with the hyena's upper abdomen. A pair of breasts obscured his sight of her face, barely contained by a rough, work-worn pair of overalls. There was nothing beneath the covering either, leaving her a bend away from exposing her bare chest. If it weren't for that obvious hint otherwise, the leopard would have easily mistaken her for male. Not only male, but a male bodybuilder. Every inch of her was toned, bulky, and thick, reaching nearly to the ceiling, higher even than the doorframe. Before Mahiri could properly introduce himself, he found himself attempting to yelp as fingers closed around his muzzle. The giant leaned down to peer at him, a wild grin on her face. It was one that filled the leopard with sheer terror. Not just intimidation, not shyness, but fear for his very life! Hyenas had sharp teeth, he knew, but so did he. A deadly visage was nothing new. So why did she strike such fear into him? It was her teeth, yes, they appeared to have a little extra sharpness to them, even for her species. Even more than that, there was an amusement in her dark eyes that made him feel like he'd fallen into a trap left by her, like he was already past the point of no return. A startled struggle had no effect on the grip around his mouth, effectively muting him. "What we got here? Spotty little bitch to welcome me? C'mere kitty." When she spoke, she rumbled his body, numbing his muscles and essentially forcing him to submit to her every whim. If there was one thing for certain, it was that she was the superior being, and nothing he could do would change that. When he shook his head, not so much refusing as just frightened, she gave him a wicked snicker and jerked him forth so that his snout was nestled just below her chest, taking in her thick, mostly masculine scent. His tail curled around his leg automatically, as submissive a gesture as it was defensive. If she were to let him go, his first words would be a plea for mercy. Beyond merely the reasonable fear of being nabbed by such a large, intimidating creature, she bore into his very mind, becoming as if a manifestation of his every darkest fear. Still holding him by no more than his mouth, the hyena dragged the leopard into the apartment, literally so when his feet refused to walk. He wasn't functional in any sense of the word, just a quaking little doll to be done with what she would. His eyes were wide, set on her teeth - he half expected her to simply gut him at any moment. Boxes were strewn about the apartment, still packed, but one thing that was already plenty prepared was a long, king-size bed in the bedroom she brought him to, to the leopard's dismay. Tucking one paw under his arm, the hyena hefted him right off his feet and flung him flailing through the air to land with a whimper on the firm mattress, curling up and defending his face with his paws. "W-who are you? Please don't... I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." he gasped, almost bursting into tears. "Oh, quit your fucking bawling, will you?" was the reply, as she let the straps of her coverings fall, revealing her bare chest, the heavy mounds prominently on display. The nipples were jet black, looking a bit perked. The aroused musk got stronger and stronger, until Mahiri was panting for lack of pure oxygen in the room, breathing in as much hyena as air with each huff. She approached him and grabbed one of his ears, roughly dragging him up from the bed, uncurling him and leaving him on his knees. She had the strength to let him dangle by that grip, something the leopard didn't want to risk for his poor ear. "A little cocksucking never killed no one. Heh, no one good at it anyhow." She was clearly amused at the little cat's mental anguish, snickering and sharply cackling in a manner that would be paralysing even just heard carried on the wind. "Call me Kenya, by the way. S'what they all do when they ain't callin' me demon or lunatic or some shit." Being forced to serve her was the least of his worries. If anything, it was getting away easy, and he stopped panicking at least for the moment as he looked up to her, trying not to quiver in showing his obedience. Anything to survive at that point. She'd do it, she'd really kill him if she didn't like his behaviour, he was sure of it. Having his head forced downwards as she kept stripping her one garment off was a relief, the familiar rush of crotch-heat coming over his face. A herm for certain, which he probably should have guessed at first seeing her. There soon came the throb of a thick, ebony shaft glistening with precum so excessive it looked like she'd already had an orgasm. Pure hyena scent was all but drowning him. "So? Fucking suck it." Mahiri obeyed without question, dipping his head down and kissing the slick cocktip, letting the taste rush over the tip of his tongue. Fantastic... pure masculine musk, the sheer power of the creature he was being forced to please somehow evident even in tasting her. He tried to focus on it, force the fear out of his mind and enjoy himself. It'd been a while since he'd been with someone intimately - even forceful affection was welcome to an extent. Any real relaxation on his part was cancelled out by her strong fingers slipping under his chin, gripping and forcing his mouth open. He didn't resist - it'd probably end up dislocating his jaw. Maybe she just wasn't satisfied, something he tried to rectify by dragging his sandpapery tongue up and down along a shaft already entirely erect. Apparently that wasn't enough. Before he could even brace himself, he was made to choke on a mouthful of hyena cock, which dribbled thickly down his throat, cutting off much of his air, leaving his gasping desperately through his nose. Against all reason, he attempted to resist her, pressing a paw to the bumps of her abs. Just an inch back and he would be able to breathe almost normally. She was having none of that, forcing her thick length in deeper and deeper, making him swallow it. He'd dabbled in deepthroating before, but never with someone so large. Not to mention, never by force! It was no surprise that he was soon choking and gagging, his arms waving and flailing indiscriminately, batting uselessly at the hyena's muscles, so helpless and at her mercy. And mercy wasn't something she had much of. As much as he could with her already plunged so deeply into his tender throat, he whimpered, his eyes wide with fear. "You ain't gonna die, bitch. Not if you quit fucking around," the hyena snarled, roughly jerking forward, her every inch of cock almost forced into him, heavy sac bobbing and heaving by his lower lip. He drooled, he wheezed, he tried to cough, only to have it muffled by the intrusion in his throat, making him gag. Both of the hyena's paws slowly took hold of his head, making him feel fragile and vulnerable all over again. She could crush his skull. And by the way she was holding on, he didn't doubt she would. Just when he thought he was going to faint from the sheer lack of air, his nose buried in her crotch so that even what gasps he managed were corrupted by that overwhelming musk, things got somehow even harder to manage. She started to thrust her hips roughly forth, something that would have knocked the desperate cat flat on his back if not for the grip she had him in, and started to pound into his mouth and throat as if it were any other hole. Every time she yanked back to thrust again, he managed to get a little more air in than before, but when that thrust came, it drove into him so hard it all but knocked the air right back out of him again. He faintly tapped the massive beast's thigh, weakly begging her to stop, his eyes shut tight as he tried not to be simply destroyed by the motions. It was hard to tell if it was relief or further torment when he felt powerful blasts of rich hyena semen gushing down his throat. He didn't even have to swallow, it just poured down unaided, and kept coming. One, two, three sharp spurts, and then three more, and then a steady stream that didn't stop even when he started to feel sick and overfed, bloated. He lurched forward and gasped rapidly once she finally yanked herself out of him, hosing down his face in hot seed, to drip and splash down his chest, making a mess out of fur and clothes alike. The stuff was so potent that his mind started to swim and lose focus, knowing little more than the hyena musk attacking his senses, swaying where he kneeled, a gentle push from the herm sending him right down onto his back, gurgling on the throat full of juices. He'd survived. That was about all he could say for himself at that point. The hyena was grinning over him, looming like she was ready to eat him the moment he died. And she was still entirely erect. Even with those gallons - or at least it had felt like gallons - pumped into and all over him, she seemed as ready as ever to take him for another round. He couldn't take anymore. His body felt like it was broken. That didn't stop her from starting to drag his clothes from him, pulling his coat down his arms and then taking an long rub down his chest. He had some muscle to him too, but compared to her he was a lithe little boi. His chest rose and fell heavily as his breathing started to steady, but he didn't feel any less devastated. His pants were the next to go, his belt unbuckled before they were just pulled right down his legs, not needing to be undone. At his weight, finding a pair that stayed on him without a belt was more or less impossible. He wasn't wearing anything underneath either, leaving his modest genitals at the raving herm's mercy. Would she bite them off? He'd be thankful if it was over that quickly. She mocked him in the same tone would use to address a newborn kitten. "Aww, lookit the pretty little kitty. Does the pretty kitty wanna get fucked? He sure does!" Slapping the side of his rump didn't clue him into rolling over, so she grabbed him by the thigh and threw him onto his belly, which still felt heavy and uncomfortable from the creamy filling. Groaning and vaguely squirming, crawling away from her an inch at a time, he kept his tail down firmly over his rear, as if it might defend him. "You don't move that and you're gonna have a bleeding stump to wave around, bitch," came her snarled threat. He didn't think for a moment before obeying. Who was he kidding? There was no stopping her, no pleading, no acting pitiful that would convince her to go easy on him. Maybe if he was good for her, he'd get away without losing a limb or major internal organ. Flicking his tail to the side, he then reconsidered and stuck it up against his back, and raised his hips up an inch off the bed to present himself for her taking. His reward was a hard slap to both cheeks of his femmy behind. "Heh. Nice ass, kitty. Be a crime not to pound it a few times." He slowly nodded, not daring offer any defiance or attitude. Just stay silent and try not to panic, he told himself. He'd had plenty of rough sex before, surely he could handle a little more. "Aww. Not gonna whimper no more? Eh, I can change that." All at once, she was upon him. There was no guessing how many hundreds of pounds she weighed, but it was enough that just having her straddling her hips kept him entirely immobile. Again, he felt a moment away from serious bodily harm - if she just pressed down a little harder, she'd probably crush his hips. Then again, if she hadn't brutally hurt him yet... The thought was interrupted by a sheer scream. Yes, he'd had plenty of rough sex before, but never had he been impaled on a shaft all in one ramming shove! The slickness of the hyena's cock let her slide into him easily, and either she'd just gotten lucky or her aim was dead on, leaving two heated balls bumping against him as he was jolted down into the bed. His body twisted and convulsed, yowling and rumbling, something that could have even be mistaken for acting like a leopardess in heat when it fact it was the throes of pain. Or at least, he thought it was pain... the surging, hot feeling rushing through his insides came so suddenly he couldn't really think about it before he reacted. When he took a moment to calm himself, it dawned on him that it was actually pleasure that burned through him, unlike any he'd felt before. Crazy or not, this hyena knew how to fuck! Once again he managed to relax to a reasonable extent, not about to scream and faint at least. He lifted his rump a little higher for her, only to have it pounded down against the bed as she rammed him. It seemed her style wasn't so much a controlled, sensual rub so much as sheer power and domination, using his tight little hole for her pleasure. The slick sounds of cum rubbing inside him were heavy in his ears, and he could feel pre squirting into him when she slammed inside once more. How could she possibly still be making juices like that? Sure, she was big and all, but this was simply supernatural. It would have taken the leopard a week to produce the stuff he was currently filled with, never mind the coating he had all over his face and chest. She was a monster maybe, but one deserving of awe. Come the third vicious slam into his rump, he was made to be amazed all over again as jets of seed started to splash into him. She hadn't even been slowed by her first orgasm - this one pumped him just as full as before, every last drop of it filling him up until it was flowing out over his girly cheeks. There was more. Mahiri's muscles relaxed after the herm released into him for the second time, expecting her to be done with him, maybe even let him go. But the rising squelch of her cock dipping in and out of his soaked insides told him otherwise. She grunted and snarled over his back, breath hot and seeming to share the same musk of her crotch, and then leaned into to lock her teeth right around the back of his neck in a hard mating bite, subduing any thoughts of resistence he might have been clinging to. Feeling teeth around that loose bit of skin there always made him settle down and submit to whatever was wanted of him. This time was no different. He splayed out and spread his legs a little while the snarling hyena started to cackle her pleasure while she came back up to speed, soon pounding into him just as hard as before, and faster thanks to the extra lube. It became a mess before long, all that cum splashing out of him every time she plunged in, flying off in all directions, soaking the leopard just as much as it did the herm it belonged to. The little feline's body wobbled and shook as it was roughly, violently thrown about by the force of Kenya's ramming. A car accident probably would have been nicer to his body. He couldn't deny that it felt good though. It was even starting to give him an erection, while his insides contracted and squeezed at the cock lancing into him. "Unngh... good kitty... moan for Kenya..." the herm grunted as she brutalized him, biting a little deeper into his scruff and nibbling it, almost piercing the skin. That was another thing he didn't hesitate to obey. Being told such actually made him realize that he really was enjoying himself - or, he was in pleasure at least. Not knowing what exactly would become of him still ate away at his relaxation. Nonetheless, he moaned, he mewled, he yowled, he even snarled a little, though it was most definitely not an act of aggression. He just wanted to be a good little fucktoy for his nigh-demonic mistress. His erection came to fullness, and it was hardly five seconds like that before he had an orgasm, rubbing there against the sheets as his ass was hammered into. While he got his front side just that much wetter, he felt a sudden yank as the hyena pulled out from him and started to hose him down once more. This time it was head to toe that the creamy spunk soaked him, so heavily he could feel it seeping into his skin. He'd smell like hyena for a while now - assuming she still wasn't planning on eating him. His little body all but disappeared under the blanket of cum as it gushed and gushed over him, once again unhindered by previous release. Her teeth slowly released him, leaving him flopped like a rug and heaving, twitching a little and exhausted, sore all over and groaning from a few pulled muscles. Kenya cackled over her little victim, giving him a rub behind the ear and a lick on his cummy cheek, both of which he pulled away from sharply. That got another cruel-sounding giggle. Finding himself momentarily free of assault, he weakly started to crawl off the bed, away from the raging lunatic before she could hurt him. When she didn't make any move to stop him, just offering that same wicked grin, he leapt up and dashed off, staggering on his fatigued limbs. "Come back soon!" Kenya teased in a sing-song voice as he went. Outside the bedroom, Mahiri was interrupted in his exit by an enormous reptile. She wasn't quite as big as Kenya, but when he caught sight of an equally horrible set of teeth, complete with two huge fangs better suited for a snake than... whatever she was, he didn't stop to chat. He was right out the door, still entirely naked. Falling to the ground when he arrived back safely in his own apartment, he clutched at himself and shook a little. What just happened? He was raped, was what... was it really rape? He had thought he was going to die, or at least be crippled, but when he thought about it she hadn't even hurt him aside from roughing him up a little. Physically, he'd be fine. Inside... he still didn't know how to feel. He was laying there, ravaged and exhausted and reeking of her musk - would it ever come out of his fur? Or would everyone he met know exactly who he belonged to, wherever he went? She had used him, degraded him, abused him.... and given him some of the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt. So, what was she? Crazy or just extremely friendly? His thoughts were interrupted by a knock. He didn't answer, actively crawling away from the door. But alas, he'd forgotten to lock it! It swung open, revealing the hyena, still wearing her crazed grin, and still naked and as scary as ever. A sharp whimper escaped his throat as her rolled onto his back and raised his paws to defend himself. "No more! I've given you all I can!" he yelped. That got a chuckle from her, as she walked right up to him and scooped her paws under his body. Scooping him into her arms like a child, she planted a kiss on his forehead that made him flinch at first, before just laying his ears back. "Christ, kiddo. You are one of the weirdest fucks I've had in... hell, days." He didn't answer, just watched her every motion, he slightest movement making him tense up, ready to avoid incoming aggression. There was none yet. "First you march on over practically begging me to fuck you, then you act like I'm some sorta rapist." She cackled shrilly. "Then you love it again, then you run off with tears in your eyes. So what is it? Are you my bitch or just a bitch?" "W-what?" "Come the fuck on. You're gonna tell me you didn't want that? That you wouldn't have begged for just a second more if I woulda stopped?" Her grin was awfully close to his face, those teeth glistening. "But I..." He thought about it. He'd dressed up, he'd knocked, maybe he really did want it. "But you... just... so rough..." "Cry about it. I'm a big, angry hyena." She carried him into his apartment, finding a armchair to plop down in, with him in her lap. Despite the words, she set to stroking his ear and even licking his face. "And that pretty much makes you my bitch." He opened his mouth, and then just shook his head. It was hard not to admit, that sounded pretty good. If there was anyone he wanted to be owned and generally objectified by in the world, it was her! He still regarded her with an expression of obvious terror though. "And wouldja quit looking at me like I'm gonna pull your guts through your nose? Christ, I'm just a raving psychotic bitch, not a murderer." Silent and watching her a moment, the leopard found he needed to catch his breath again before speaking. "Promise?" "Yeah, I fucking promise, you pansy." She giggled at him in her cruel kind of way. "So calm the fuck down, alright?" Taking a deep breath, he looked up into her eyes, finding their depth and warmth more apparent than before. From the looks of it, he could trust her. Maybe he'd regret that later. For now, he even found a bit of a giggle of his own. "I'm, um, sorry, it's just you're really... big!" "No shit! Gimme more credit than that, kid. I'm not just big, I'm the biggest, scariest bitch you've ever seen, am I right?" "Yeah." He chuckled. "No contest." "But lemme get just one goddamn thing clear here. You're under my care now. Why? Because I like you. You got heart. Now on, any stupid cocksucker fucks with you, I'll stuff their balls down their mother." Looking up at his new protector, grinning now, Mahiri reached up and touched the hyena's cheek. "Um, thanks, I think. So, I, uh, guess I forgive you for raping me. It felt pretty good anyway." She was laughing pretty much constantly by that point, her amusement marked by an increase in tone. "Rape? You loved it and I saw you loving it. Better get used to it, cause it's gonna happen a lot more ‘round here. That ass... fuck!" Reaching down, she gave him a little grope for emphasis. Eeping at the touch, he gave her ear a small pinch. "So, um, are you actually crazy or do you just come on really strong?" "Little of both, kitty. You got a name?" "Mahiri." "Yeah? S'pretty. Fits your bitchy little self." "Thanks I guess. I always thought - woah! Hey! What are you doing?" The sudden shock of being penetrated again, sitting there in the herm's lap, had made him cry out, coming entirely without warning, not even a shift in posture. Just one moment he was sitting there, and the next she had shoved into his rump, and was squeezing his hips while she thrusted into him firmly. It wasn't nearly as rough as before, but the surprise counterbalanced that. "Wouldn't ya rather be fucking while we chat? I know I would." Squirming pleasantly on her cock, he moaned and breathed heavily after a few thrusts, leaning his head in against the pillow of her breasts. "Do you *ever* wear out?" "Sometimes. You just get me going." Sliding a paw under his chin, she tilted his head to look at her, and then gave him a brief kiss. "What, you gonna say no or something?" "Wasn't really planning on it. Um, is this going to be a regular thing? Just kind grabbing and pounding away whenever you feel like it?" "Yup. Guess I can make an exception if you're dying or something. Problem?" Bobbing up and down while the herm so casually mated with him, the leopard considered, his ears perking up, and then he just grinned broadly. "Nope. I think I'm going to like this little friendship, miss Kenya." She winked at him and licked his face heavily. "You know it. It's Kijana by the way, but you won't say it right. Call me Kenya." "How about Mistress?" He took on a mischievous smirk after recovering from the lick. "Fuck that. Don't call me that shit. I don't own you, you're just my bitch. There's a difference." He was about to apologize, but instead just found himself grunting and moaning as he felt yet another climax flow into him. At long last, she was showing signs of slowing down, only a few spurts releasing into him. But even in reduced form, her orgasm was about equal to one of the leopard's. When she saw that he was erecting again, but hadn't cummed, she took a yank of his cock and started to jerk him off in a firm grip, much to the cat's surprise. Not that he was complaining, bobbing his hips on the hyena's shaft, pressing into her paw's attentions. He was still a little numb and sore after having released so recently, but it felt too good to resist. "Mmm, damn... " Kenya grunted, giving Mahiri's rump a smack with her free paw. "All that cum on ya is gonna make you smell like me for a while, by the way. People will know not to cross you. Nobody fucks with my bitches." Sniffing at himself self-consciously, he gave a low chuckle that was cut off by a deep gasp as she squeeze tightly at his barbs, getting him leaking precum. "Nnnn... thanks, I guess. You smell really nice... is that natural?" "Damn right. Can't get this in a bottle." While she said it, she gave him an extra firm squeeze, one that had him giving a few tiny ropes of his own seed suddenly, not even having felt he was building up to an orgasm. The shock got a growl from him, as he slumped, back, kept from falling off of her when she grabbed his shoulder. Lifting her paw, Kenya licked the few little splashes of leopard cum off and swallowed, slurping her lips heavily afterwards. "You taste nice. Sara would love you. Cats are one of her favourites." "God... I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to burst too." The leopard moaned as he made a vague effort to pull off the still-erect shaft still shoved up his rump. "Nuh uh. Burst on your own time, it's hyena-cuddling time now." Yanking him roughly against her, the hyena laid her head down on his shoulder and squeezed him to her chest, mashing her breasts to his body. A low cackle emitted from her; it must have been contentment. Closing his eyes and snuggling in, like he really had a choice, Mahiri found himself feeling possibly the safest he'd ever felt, held there in the insistent grip of someone he was pretty sure was at least partially deranged. He still feared her, but he respected her. More importantly, he trusted her - he didn't know much about her yet, but it was a natural inclination. Just instinct, he supposed. Whatever the cause, he wanted to be there for her, as bitch and otherwise. It wasn't long before he was nodding off in her forcefully protective arms. He'd probably regret dropping his guard later.