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Post by tundrawolf on Jul 15, 2024 10:59:55 GMT 9.5
"God damn it."
Rachel hissed softly, as the boat rocked gently in the calm seas, the mist soaking into her nostrils- and making everything so much worse.
The helmsman appeared, through the mist- his eyes locked onto the folf, her ears falling back against her head, the scent of her heat, thick in the air- transported through the mist.
She smelled his breath as he walked passed her- her eyes closing- expecting him to touch her as he passed- however he did not.
Rachel gritted her teeth, feeling the wetness in her panties.
By now, the whole crew smelled it.
Her lips separating, her breath began to pant out into the ocean.
Aching to be penetrated, her tail numbly pushed outward, Rachel got to her naked feet.
Panting like a dog, she walked to the deck of the boat, each footfall, seemingly vibrating her entire body, her vagina engorged, inflamed, leaking- and aching.
Stopping, she placed her hands on a barrel, her ass thrust out, panting- waiting- hoping.
"Hey."
The captain said- seeing her in this altered emotional state, she looked up at him with her blue eyes, begging, desperate- without saying a word.
He motioned for her to come to the captain's helm- and she obeyed, numbly walking as if she was drunk.
Rachel stood behind Mike, panting, like some sort of animal.
He sighed, under her. He was a good stone smaller than she, short- and fully gay, her heat did almost nothing to, or for him.
"Go downstairs. Ask for Will. He's... Big, dirty and stinky... But he's the straightest of us. My suggestion- lift your tail for him and give him the... Upper hole."
Rachel nodded, pushing her hand down her pants, then pulling her fingers out after her hips thrust downwards- smelling with a sigh- the scent of her heat- which was reaching it's highest intensity.
"Thanks." She whispered, denying herself- and not rubbing her hips against the ships captain- knowing he was not interested.
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Rachel wandered the lower decks numbly, as the wood creaked softly in the mist.
Was it day? Night? Dawn? She didn't know- it was only a vestigial concern as she nearly lost her balance, her soft cats feet, slipping slightly on the well worn decking.
Panting, half out of instinct, half out of a raw desire to satisfy her primal desires, she padded slowly- softly to the lower decks.
She made peace with the idea that she could fall pregnant, her body aching for satisfaction, and the acrid stench of unwashed males, filling her ready nostrils.
"Hello?" Rachel moaned out, her body sweating, adding to the scent of her womanly heat, her eyebrows furrowed in a look of pure feminine desperation.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Smiling a pained smile, the lights dimmer partially by the smoke in the air, partly, because nobody bothered cleaning the protective tempered glass- she emerged in a small room, the antechamber- filled with males- all eyes, now on her.
Slowly, one of them, lowered his cards to the deck.
Panting, Rachel tried smiling.
"Will." She whispered.
Some eyes blinked- some noses flared- smelling her body.
Deep down, she would have lifted tail for any of them- except, perhaps, the one with the glasses- she just didn't like him.
"Will." She whispered, again, softly, her tail, twitching behind her.
Behind the group of males, a large, black head slowly stirred, dark golden eyes opening with a gentle yawn.
"Eh?" He said, his voice rough, deep, and still half-asleep.
"Jack sent me here."
His eyes opened wider, revealing the bloodshot remnants of sleep, interrupted.
"Uh?" He grunted, getting to his large feet- easily five times the size of hers.
Under her tail, she clenched- he was big. "Sonar out?" Will said, his brain beginning to light up as his nose scented the air.
"Damn girl- you aught not be in here with that smell-" He began to say, his penis emerging from it's fat, black, fatty sheath.
It was only a natural response.
"I need to..." Rachel whispered, continuing to pant, her eyes, desperate- and falling- and connecting with his- just for a moment- but that was all hew needed.
"uh." Will said, swallowing- half heartedly pulling his pants up his legs, trying not to pin his fat red member with the zipper.
"Uh..." he said, his eyes coming alive with the fire of a red blooded male- the other men, looking around- half defeated as the woman in heat, had chosen her lover.
Will motioned with his large feline head, to the right-
"Engine room."
Rachel padded softly- the very definition of feline femininity, knowing that she was owned.
She felt like a wolf- paraded in front of the men, and given over to them- a slave of passion.
Masculine feline scent merged with one lone canine- a male, missing his left eye, his thick, square canine nose, drawing in the scent of diesel fuel- and catgirl in heat- he was about to turn to follow her into the droning engine room, when a massive black cat emerged- towering over the wolf.
"Oh." The wolf said, seeing the masculine cats eyes- locked firmly on the girl in heat.
"S-Sonar out?" The wolf said, but he was almost totally ignored. In his pants, the scent of the woman inflamed his own masculine desires- and he secretly hoped, he would get second dibs on her. Her golden eyes told him- he may just get his wish.
Will gently brushed passed him, with all the grace of the feline- betraying his five hundred eighty pounds of rippling muscle and fur.
With a gentle thud, the hatch door closed, and a rusty squeak secured it from the other side.
Rachel sat on a bench, this her third heat.
Her first heat- her own father took her- as was tradition, and her second- the men around her in college- leaving her sore, aching, and satisfied- she knew whatever experience was to come, it would be nothing like that.
But, deep down, she hoped.
His massive muzzle dipped between her legs, taking in the scent of her inflamed body, his eyes, staring up, and into hers.
Rachel, drunk with her own pheromones, leaned back, as Will shut the engines down from a panel, next to her.
His thick feline muzzle, smelling the sweat under her neck, Rachel closing her eyes, panting, still, when he pressed his nose against her unwashed fur.
"He said to give you my tailhole." Rachel said, amazed she could even still speak at all.
She took in the rich scent of his masculine desire- and his mind, going to her asshole- knowing he would take her, as the sun began to set, outside.
"Stand up."
His voice was deep, commanding- and dripping with testosterone- Rachel melting under its divine force.
He inhaled her scent, as she got to her feet- and unbuttoned her pants, pushing them down almost with a resentment for even having to wear them at all.
Her pink panties, soaked with the clear discharge from her pussy- the scent of her heat, even thicker than the diesel fuel.
Behind her, Will gently- but firmly, grabbed her arm, and pinned it behind her- her tail, instinctively rising to give him access.
Eyes tired, glowing, and desperate, her face squished against the panel, she felt his clawed hands, travel- tips first, down her back.
Overcome with a connection with her base animal side- she felt utterly feral- like an object for the men on the boat.
Outside, a horn sounded- but her mind quickly returned to her present situation, when his claw traced up her wet, slimy pussy, gathering lube- and gently, slowly pushed inside of her asshole.
Rachel sighed, closing her eyes- her primitive instincts returning to her, as Will pushed his thick, hair finger into her asshole.
"Ah." Rachel sighed, feeling her flesh, spread by his digit, and soon- his thick member.
He dropped to his knees, and began cleaning her up- waves of the most primitive pleasure soaking into her very cells- her ass craning out under his thick, powerful tongue.
"I'm only preparing you." His voice thick, and deep, behind her.
Eyes rolling in the back of her head, her ass craned out, his powerful male hands, gripping her legs as if to hold her his prisoner of passion- his tongue clearing her thick discharge up and into her already slightly loosened asshole.
"AH!" She whimpered when he pushed his thick, barbed penis into her asshole, forcing it in as she gritted her teeth in temporary agony- never before had she been so forcefully penetrated- and, yet, her pussy dripped onto the oily deck below, desperate for the raw pounding she was about to endure.
She knew what to expect on these weeks long voyages- the men pent-up, the smell as unwashed assholes mixed with semen- turning her on instinctively- the moans of the men through half opened doors as they fucked each other in primal, raw passionate fuck sessions- Rachel feeling instinctively left out- until now- the agony of her virginal asshole being forced open by this massive cat- her pussy feeling filled from hsi girth alone- he instinctively thrust into her- picking her entire body up off of the floor- quivering, the agony almost washing her pleasure away- when Will pushed deeper inside of her.
"OH GOD!" She said, tears streaming down her face- feeling the other men's ears, and noses- being directed to the engine room, where Rachel was being brutally sodomized.
Behind her, Will began to thrust- without mercy- her memories going to the wolf tribe, where they took their women by force- but the women were willing- all holes being filled- the women brutally penetrated and yet, their mouths open, eyes rolling back in their heads from the raw fucking- the males lining up behind them, waiting for their turn.
Rachel gritted her teeth, clenching hard as the brutal fucking tore her asshole, mixing the scent of semen, blood, and shit- which dripped down her legs- her eyes glancing at the door, which had been opened- and a line of males forming to drill her next.
Plap plap plap- Will thrust so roughly inside of her, his fur slapped against hers- biting down on her neck as she screamed helplessly- his fangs penetrating her skin, forcing what was left of her anal retention- clamping down on his thick, barbed dick.
Without so much as a single word, his deflating dick slid out of her asshole, the stew he had created flowing, then oozing out of her tailhole.
Will walked out, but not before starting the engines back up again.
Panting, ravaged, her fingers finding their way into her slippery pussy, Rachel fingered herself- and steadied her hips, for the next male- she did not even bother looking at who it was- only keeping her ass out, and ready.
Outside, Will unhooked the binoculars- and peered through them.
He sighed- when he saw yellow lights in the fog.
"Fuck." He whispered, staring at the captain, who turned to see the lights- his ears, falling back.
"Humans."
"It's too late." The captain whispered, defeated. Certainly, the humans were close enough to smell Rachels heat- how could they not smell it?
Not bothering to run, or hide- Rachel whimpering in the engine room, softly over the drone of the twin twelve cylinder diesels- three human men, mouths agape- stared at the catfolk.
Captain Rick neither made an expression, nor bothered to acknowledge the humans- one of which- numbly snapped a picture of the catfolk, as they passed the boat in the mist.
Behind them, Rachel moaned with a deeply sexual gasp- the humans expressions going from shocked, to confused- to worried...
Rick grinned sheepishly. He wanted to tell them, it was not what they thought- nobody was being harmed- though it sounded like they were being tortured- Rachels modulated gasps synchronizing with her lovers thrusts- one humans eyes going narrow when he figured out what was going on in the engine room of the passing boat.
Rick smiled, chuckling over the humans worried expressions.
Will turned, and began fumbling with one of the winches.
They knew better to reveal themselves to humans- but, that cat was out of the bag, as it were.
"HEY!" One of the human men said, as Rick turned, and began to steer his vessel away from them.
The human freighter could not turn in time to pursue them- not that they would want to.
Ricks ears twitched, as his boyfriend, turned on by the scent and sound of Rachel's passionate whimpers, put his hand down Ricks pants, and felt his tailhole up.
Rick was starting to feel Rachels heat, and bent over for his lover- who took him, right on the deck of the boat.
Behind them, the line of men waiting of take Rachel in the engine room, grew slowly shorter.
Rachel would take days to be able to walk again- the men hovering around her ravaged, aching body- wanting to feel her from the inside- and Rachel, having to push some of them away.
Such as the life of a woman at sea.
A week later, the photographs of the catfolk, appeared on a meme site- the energy behind them, and implications- causing deep debate- and as soon as they photographs appeared- they vanished.
Human minds pored over the discussions, judging if it was time to release the truth- and like it or not- the surface human race were one step closer to understanding that they were not alone- not even on their own planet.
Rachel, her body stretched, ravaged, expanded in ways she never thought possible- finding a group of three willing males and rotating between them, she left her clothes on a winch cable- and did not put them back on until weeks later, when the boat finally approached the Antarctic shoreline.
She would never forget her third heat, and kept the information of the three males, whom her body knew well, and contoured to fit them perfectly.
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Post by tundrawolf on Jul 15, 2024 11:21:46 GMT 9.5
Rachel Oliphant walked numbly down the halls, her body, having been ravaged just a week earlier by twelve different men, her estrus had ceased- and, yet- she still ached to be taken like that again.
Her grin, sheepishly plastered on her furry face, her feet making soft clacking noises on the linoleum floor, she walked into her teachers office.
"I have some, uh..." She said, when the male cat person looked into her tired, desperate eyes.
"Rachel. Shut the door."
She did as she was asked, and stared at him, her tail, swaying hypnotically behind her, though she was barely aware of it.
"Your grades have been, uh..." He said, eying her, his pink nose twitching- when his nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent deeply.
"You're in heat."
"I was." She said, her soft eyes, betraying a desire to be penetrated.
Erick got to his feet, and pulled the curtains down his door.
He smelled her neck as she arched her back, lifting her tail aside- biting her lips as his fingers found her supple rump.
"When was the last time you were penetrated?"
"A week ago." Rachel said, breathless.
"You need to be satisfied." He said, matter of factly.
"Yes." She whispered, closing her eyes, as his fingers found her pants button, and unfastened it- then her zipper.
Her pussy, still inflamed but the swelling beginning to die down- oozed some of her cum- aching with a desire for her teacher.
His arm, grasped her throat as she melted in his arms, submitting to him, his fingers feeling her body with abandon- and Rachel, enjoying the feeling of being owned- once again.
The tip of his thick half-canine penis found her asshole, and she winced, gritting her teeth as he shoved it up her ass- the virginal pain coming back as he sodomized her roughly, bent over his desk.
Soon, her body gave way to his thick, rock hard member, his hips thrusting against hers- Rachel whimpering, though his fingers remained in her mouth.
Rachel lost track of the time, and soon- felt him spilling his hot seed, deep inside of her colon, his soft knot, popping in, and out of her loosened asshole.
He pulled out, and unceremoniously zipped his pants back up, leaving Rachel panting desperately, against his desk.
"Come by tomorrow, and we'll discuss your grades. After class, of course."
numbly, Rachel pulled her pants up, and limped out of the classroom, and back to her dorm.
Later that evening, she felt her second heat flare up- and knocked on her teachers dorm.
He was having dinner with his wife- who no doubt smelled her on him- but he did not seem to care, as he walked Rachel to some bushes outside, threw her onto her knees, and gave her one of the roughest fucks she had ever gotten.
Sore, and fully ravaged- she even questioned if she was doing the right thing- the pain overriding the pleasure- until her body recovered enough to knock on his window- yet again.
He got to where he no longer cared who saw, heard, or smelled- and Rachel, having a series of wet "accidents" in her panties from the savage fucking he constantly gave her- simply grew used to the idea that she would periodically just shit her pants.
She maintained the bare minimum of hygiene, and began to ache for her teachers thick cock- until he invited her into his home, where he fucked her in front of his wife- and then fucked his wife, right after.
Eventually, Rachel moved in with them, and while it was somewhat odd to see him fucking his wife, she grew used to the idea, of at least- having a regular love and sexual partner.
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