So, here's the first couple of pages of Chapter 1. BEWARE!! This story will eventually contain all sorts of topics. VERY ADULT! VERY KINKY! FURRY PORN!!
You've been warned!
Chapter 1: Meghan
Travis was standing on the sidewalk outside the library. He was waiting for his dad to pick him up. He waved a paw, fanning his face. It seemed hot out to him. Of course, Travis always thought it was hot out. After all, grey wolves are from northern climates. It wasn’t his fault his mom was a lioness. He idly watched a Robin bouncing about on the branch of a nearby tree and thought about how much happier his dad was now that he’d married his stepmom. Travis had to be happy for him. Almost subconsciously, he reached down and caught the top of his pants as they tried to slide down his hips. That bothered him, but he’d gotten used to it today. He had been unable to find his belt this morning, and running late, he’d had to abandon the search. The pants evaded his best one-handed efforts, and slid to a cockeyed rest on his lean hips. Huffing in exasperation, Travis set his backpack and lunch box on the bench reserved for riders of the bus. He bent down slightly, fussily arranging his waistline and trying to fix the bottom of his button-up shirt where it entered his traitorous slacks. He hated to look rumpled.
Suddenly, Travis was aware of a strange shuffling behind him. He started to turn his head, curiosity burning in him. Halfway around, his cranium seemed to encounter a hard object. He was conscious of a sharp pain, and his amber eyes slipped closed. His last thought was a detached idea that the shuffling behind him had sounded like a reptile walking.
Travis woke up in a darkened room. There were windows to his right, and the lack of light told him it was several hours later. His head was fuzzy, and he shook it. As thoughts began to straighten themselves in his befuzzled mind, he became aware that he was tied to a bed at both paws and feet. That realization snapped him fully awake. He tried to sit up, but only managed to wrench his bad shoulder for the effort. Wincing, he forced himself to relax. Closing his eyes and taking a few shuddering breaths, he calmed himself. Reopening his gaze, he was startled to notice he was wearing a bra and what looked like women’s panties. Desperately searching the room, he could see no sign of his own clothing.
He was interrupted in his inspection of these strange surroundings by a voice outside the door. He perked his silken ears, trying to make out what was being said. The effort was futile, however, because the door suddenly opened. For a moment, no one was visible. Then the door was filled with a vision. A gorgeous snow leopard in an impeccable business suit stood there. If he had not been so terrified, his shaft would have hardened just at the sight of her. She made one last murmured comment over her shoulder, then stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind her. She paused where she was for a moment, letting her sensitive eyes adjust to the dim light in the room. Then she took a deep breath and addressed him, “So, how do you like your accommodations?”
Travis was so shocked to be spoken to so politely after being rudely kidnapped that it took him a moment to respond. “Where am I? What am I doing here?”
Her laugh was husky but feminine. He felt he could cum just from hearing it. She was still smiling as she approached the bed and lifted one knee up onto the foot of it. “You’re in my bedroom silly, and you are waiting for me.” She shook her head, her raven tresses sliding softly over her shoulders. She gave another low chuckle, as though she couldn’t believe how amusing he was. “I meant, are you comfortable? Enough light? How’s your head?”
Though his first inclination was to yell at her or demand to be released, he found himself responding to her soft enthusiasm. “I guess I’m comfortable. The light’s fine.” Cocking his head, he considered its condition, “My head hurts a little, but not too bad.” He stopped and looked around the small, plainly decorated bedroom, then continued, “So this is your bedroom? It’s nice.” Looking down at himself he continued in a puzzled tone, “And why am I wearing women’s underwear?”
She began to crawl up onto the bed, approaching him on her knees. She winked at him, her joviality taking on a seductive tone. Her green eyes sparkled as she lay down next to him. She spoke to him as though she hadn’t even heard his question, “So, tonight’s your first night with us. Tell me darling, you’re something of a nerd aren’t you?”
The startled boi was caught by surprise when she stretched her lean body along his. At her question, he ducked his head in embarrassment and murmured in assent.
She smiled wickedly, raising one sleek paw to her chest. Making sure he was watching, she tantalizingly undid the top button of her silk top. “And are you a virgin?”
Confused, but beginning to be aroused, the captive nodded, “Yeah. Why?”
The amazing female moved on to unbutton the rest of her shirt. She gave a groin-tightening laugh and pushed the material back so he could view her ample breasts. They were encased in a black satin bra and seemed to the turned-on youth to be the most perfect things he’d ever seen. “Because, our customers will pay high dollar for a virgin. Is your ass tight, too?”
Busy staring as she pushed out of her top and reached to undo her bra, what she said did not immediately sink in. When it did, his head shot up. “Hey, what do you mean customers? What are you talking about?! Of course my ass is tight!!” He began to struggle against his bindings, but when he looked up at them, he realized they were stout rope.
The luscious cat gave a moaning little sigh, licking her lips in anticipation. She lifted her hips off the bed and pushed her skirt down them. As she was wearing no panties, the curvaceous kitty was immediately naked, having tossed her bra off the bed. She gave a giggle and licked his elbow. His struggles made her murr in pleasure. Suddenly, though, she was all business. “Good. This company prides itself on offering the most tantalizing little sluts possible.” She gave him a sudden sharp slap on his cheek. Staring at her in astonishment, he fell still. “Listen to me Travis. This will be the last time anyone calls you by that name. You’re mine now, and I am going to train you to be a good little slut boi. We’ll style you as a pretty, quiet librarian chick, but you still have to know when to give it up. Now shut up, and we’ll begin your training.” Assuming his obedience, she began to rub one soft paw up and down his long shaft. She leaned in and nibbled at his neck, whispering in his ear, “Do you want this? Do you want to be my pretty girl?”
Quivering with a strange mixture of fear and pleasure, the nervous boy felt his shaft swelling under her smooth friction. At her question, though, he shook his head violently. “No, please stop that. I don’t want you to touch me.” His voice quavered, making the female bite her plump lip slightly.
“Mmmm, but you have such a nice body. Let me train you.” Her stroking became rougher and she began to lick at his neck and chest. Her rough tongue found his nipple and she sucked at it firmly.
He shook his head, desperate to convince her before she got him too worked up to turn back. His virgin body was responding all too quickly to her attentions. “Please no!”
Ignoring his pleas, the sexy rapist moved her body up over his. He stared in wide-eyed fascination at the marvelous set of milk bags hanging over his face. Suddenly he closed his eyes and arched his back as he felt her begin to rub her furry crotch against his. The satin of the panties he still wore made mind-blowing warmth spread throughout his crotch. She asked him, in her husky voice, if having another gi
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