A Cave Story

((Author's Note: So this is me trying my hand at writing sex. Someone I talk to online wanted me to give it a go and had some basic ideas for the story that I created below. I would really appreciate some feedback on this one, thanks in advance.))

It's colder than she remembers it being when she starts coming to.

"Wake up now, darlin'. Come on. You're alright."

The voice is warbly, like she's hearing it through water.

"Nnh..." Alice pries her eyes open slowly to find a canid muzzle right in front of them. "Yu-Yugo?" she blinks a couple of times before her vision clears and she realises her mistake.

"Yugo? Nah darlin'. That the name of a friend of yours?"
She nods and her head swims. So she stops nodding.

He smiles. "Another Zoanthrope, obviously. Canid most like or you wouldn't have been confused. What is he? Dog? Wolf maybe. Those are a dime a dozen. Can't say I've ever seen another coyote runnin' around. Not sayin' that makes me special or anything. No more special than any other Zoanthrope at least."

"I'm sorry, not to be rude but... where... where am I, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm the one being rude. Name's Garret. Few years ago me 'n' a few friends deided that we didn't want to be on the center stage of world politics anymore, jus' wanted to get away from it all. So we found a nice little cave system out in the backwoods of the middle-a nowhere, decided to call it our own. Found you passed out a few hours ago and thought that was a mighty dangerous place to be takin' a nap. So I brought you home with me. And you're name is?"

"Alice."

"Lovely."

Alice had heard of tribes of Zoanthropes that had decided to go 'wild'. She visibly relaxes. That is, until she moves to stand and feels the weight around each of her wrists.

"Wha..."

"So, what're you, darlin'. Some type of herbivore, I can smell that much, same as I could smell you were a fellow Zoanthrope in the first place. Seem a bit squirrely. We don't have a squirrel in our little group, so I wouldn't recognize that. That what you are?"

She starts realizing a few more things as her lucidity starts coming back. It's no wonder she's freezing, sitting here chained by the wrists to this cave wall. She's been stripped down to her under clothes.

"What is going on," she demands pulling against the chains. They hold firmly.

"Well it doesn't really matter. We'll find out soon enough. Or not, it's really your decision. I have no intention of forcing you into anything you don't want to do... In that regard, I mean." His smile looks more like a leer at this point.

"What is going on," she demands again. She's noticed, now, that she isn't the only one wearing very little. In fact, as her eyes drift inevitably lower she notes that Garret is, in fact, wearing nothing at all. And his... intentions... become more clear.

"No," she says.

"Well, while I could reassure you that it is simply customary in our little group that clothing is forgone, and that is entirely true, the whole truth of the matter is, darlin', that you're my find. Which means that I get to decide what to do with you, as well as be the first one to do it. And yes, your estimates about exactly what that is going to be? Probably correct."

Alice, being an accomplished fighter, struggles with her chains. Trying to get free. Trying to pummel this monster before he can lay a finger on her.

"Relax, darlin," he says, reaching a hand out and slitting open Alice's bra with a casual flick of one claw. "Those chains're for your protection more'n anything else. Wouldn't want you tryin' anything stupid. Little squirrely girly like you couldn't take me in a fight, let alone the rest of my little group."

"Then let me try."

Garret almost laughs at this. "You know what? Sure, why not. I like for my conquests to know their place and the chains get in the way of a nice 'n' proper fuck anyways." He leans in close, leering the whole time.

As he reaches a hand up and starts fiddling with the cuffs, he lowers his head down to Alice's chest. He opens his mouth and wraps it around her breast, letting his long canid tongue play along the nipple and aerola. He suckles gently on her, teeth barely touching her skin, just enough for her to be aware of them. Alice can't help it, she moans a little, shifting her thighs uncomfortably. Garret smiles before running his tongue over her breast, past her collar
bone, and up her cheek until he's right next to her ear.

"Nice tits, darlin'. Is that a little bit of arousal I smell?"

Alice snaps back to her senses just as the cuffs click free and she shoves the coyote Zoanthrope away from her. She climbs to her feet adopting her fighting stance.

"You got no chance if you're intendin' to try to take me in your human form."

Alice charges for him, and when she is less than a foot away she initiates the change into a her rabbit form. She launches a powerful lick with her immensely powerful leg muscles aimed right for the testicles hanging below the 10 inch erect penis Garret had intended to use on her, sometimes it pays to wear clothing.

Garret effortlessly catches the attack. "That's always the first move," he says with a gut wrenching smile. "And a bunny? Wasn't expectin' that. Adorable. Really can't wait to fuck myself into your holes now."

She tries to get her leg back, but he's strong. Stronger than she was expecting. He's not nearly as big as Yugo, muscular, but in a more wiry way. He shouldn't be able to handle her like this.

After a few more seconds of her struggles he lets go of her ankle. She immediately launches a few jabs, which he dodges without issue, and some combinations, most of whic are blocked. The less effective she is, the more scared and frustrated she becomes, and the less effective she grows.

Finally Garret goes on the offensive, boxing Alice's ears after she fails to connect another punch.

Alice screams. While normally such a move would hurt while also throwing off someone's equillibrium, with Garret's immense strength and Alice's sensitive rabbbit ears, she has no choice but to resume her human form to stop the ringing and the pain. Garret pushes her on her ass, then falls on top of her, grabbing her arms in one hand, seperating her legs with his knees, and slitting her panties open with a free claw.

"Looks like you know how to fight, darlin'. But so do I, and I spend 24/7 in this form, unlike you. I see when you go furless you like to go completely furless."

Alice struggles to break his grip as he positions his cock at her entrance.

"Ya know, might hurt a little less if you turn back into that cute little bunny rabbit."

She recalls his earlier statement regarding her Zoanthrope form and spits at him. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction."

"No," he asks. "Your loss,"and he thrusts forward, lodging himself four inches deep in one stroke. She's tight, maybe virginal. No hymen to break, but she's obviously a fairly practiced fighter, such a physically active lifestyle would explain that.

Alice closes her eyes and grits her teeth. She heaves a grunt, refusing to let him hear her cry out, but it takes everything she's got not to. He's enormous, not his just his length, but there's a lot of girth that she wasn't even thinking about when she saw it.

"Mnn," he intones drawing two inches back out. "Ya got a tight. Cunt. Darlin'." He emphasizes his point by sawing back into her, gaining another four inches of progress slowly breaking down the resistance of her walls.

Chuckling he says, "Thought you weren't going to be giving me the satisfaction," he manages to get the last two in, bottoming out just before starting to enter Alice's womb. Tears form in the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

"Your pussy's givin' me plenty of satisfaction. Tightest piece of Zoanthrope ass I've had,and I've had quite a bit of Zoanthrope ass." He pulls most of the way out before lunging back in, Alice's body mounting less and less resistance with every plunge.

"Course most of them were, nnn. A lot more, mnf. Willing. Or at least more sensitive. You're bone dry, darlin'." He starts working himself into a rhythm fucking in and out of Alice at a faster tempo now. "But I know how to fix that."

Once more he lowers his head down to one of Alice breasts, taking it into his mouth, playing gently over it as he had before. He switches from one to the other, back and forth, expanding his range from just the nipples to including both breasts, her shoulders, and her neck as well.

Alice tries to ignore all this, but the cock inside her and the tongue lashing she's receiving are having an effect beyond her control. She starts to sweat profusely as her breathing grows harder and...

"There we go, much better," Garret quips. For ten minutes or so the only things that can be heard are her grunts, his moans and the sounds of Alice's bare midsection aand crotch slapping against his furry one.

"Come on, darlin' why don'cha say somethin'?"

"Ju-ugh. Just finish already."

"Finish? Darlin' I'm just gettin' started. I'm not even all the way in yet."

Reflexively, Alice's eyes pop open and she looks down her body where he connects to her. Her jaw slackens a bit at the sight.

"Yeah, that look tells me that who or whatever 'Yugo' is, he ain't been fucking you, least not transformed. Get an eyeful, darlin' cause that's going in you in about two minutes."

What she had thought had been Garret's pelvis had turned out to be something else entirely. More cock, at least three inches more. And wider around than the rest of it. This entire time he had simply been working up to getting that... that thing inside of her.

"No..."

"Yep. Sure you don't want to reconsider not turning back into that cute bunny-girl? Cause it's going in regardless. Plus I'm already knockin' on your cervix as is, so it's really goin to not be much fun for you."

Alice looks up at Garret, eyes pleading. His only response is to assure her of his words by pressing himself hard against her. She could feel her pussy lips fighting hard to deny Garret's knot entrance. Fighting, and losing. And for her it is agony.

Her pride broken, tears streaming down her face, finally she yells out, "Okay!" And Garret eases up a bit.

"I'm not going to wait long, darlin'."

And she doesn't keep him waiting, she transforms, with no further resistance.

"About damn time," he shouts victoriously, feeling her vaginal walls ease up just so. He drives forward, plowing a good half an inch of the rest of his dick into her. It's still excruciating for Alice, but to a lesser degree. He puts her powerful legs up on his shoulders and continues to press into her.

"Coulda spared yourself a whole buncha sufferin' if you'd just done like I said in the first place." With less than half of it inside of her he finds his cock once again kissing her womb. "My day just keeps getting better." He continues to push.

As Alice opens her mouth to scream, having at last given up any pretense of pride, she finds herself doing it into Garret's. The coyote Zoanthrope uses his long tongue to lap at the insides of Alice's mouth, even dipping into her throat. Alice doesn't kiss him back, but she doesn't fight him either.

"That's right darlin', you just lay back and take it. I'm gonna give you a good. Hard. Fuck." He punctuates each sentence by driving the last of his knot home. Firmly lodged in place he really ups his tempo.

Alice is no longer able to restrain any of her reactions. Each thrust brings at first a guttural grunt before eventually starting to draw out instinctive moans and she grows more and more lubricated no longer fighting off the heights of unwanted pleasure she is being driven to.

"I am going to unload buckets full. Boatloads into you. Still so fucking tight."

He pounds into her relentlessly. Not letting up. Not slowing down until he feels her inner muscles clench down hard on him, and her juices flow.

Alice cries out in orgasm and, reflexively, begins to push herself back at Garret as best she can. Meeting his thrust with her own. Impaling herself even further on his tool. Riding out the orgasm his rough ministrations had drawn from her previously unwilling body.

"Yeah, darlin'. That's what I've been waiting for!"

And with that, Garret rams himself as deep into Alice as he can manage, and holds himself there as he cums directly into her womb. Alice, head starting to clear from her own orgasm, can only muster whimpers and moans as she feels her womb filling with Garret's semen. It sprays into her in great gouts, stinging a bit each time it hits the back of her womb. It isn't long before she's completely full up, and Garret still isn't finished. He continues to pour load after thick copious load into her, visibly ballooning her insides out just a bit before the pressure forces it to start squirting out around Garret's knot, covering both of their lower sections in his seed in addition to the pussy juices she had sprayed moments earlier.

Finally Garret's torrents of cum slacken. Cock still lodged firmly in place, he begins to lick all over Alice's upper body.

"You know, Alice," he begins to the shame-faced, teary eyed, rabbit Zoanthrope. "I was thinking about keeping you to myself for a couple of weeks and then letting you go. But I decided against it. You're not nearly fun enough for me to want to hog all of your time."

She has only a second to think this means anything good.

"To be sure, I'll still be keeping you for a while, darlin'. But I figure I'll share you with the rest of the group. See if any of them can tame your wild ass. Teach you how to properly behave in 'civilized' company." He laughs at his own joke.

"Still, you are my find. And I should make sure no one forgets it that." He smiles that same disgusting, leering smile before grimacing with concentration. That look lasts a few moments before seeming to turn into... relief?

Alice feels something spray into her again. For a moment she thinks he's cumming again, but she realizes quickly that it's much to fast, and much too thin, to be more semen. And that only leaves...

"No."

He keeps going for two or three seconds before popping his mildly deflated knot out of her freshly stretched hole, sitting on his knees, and spraying a few yellow streaks around her white fur. Cum and, to a slightly lesser extent, piss gush out of Alice's well used vagina as soon as the way is clear, adding to the mess already matting the fur around her crotch.

Garret's bladder eventually taps out, but the evidence of his handy work is plainly visible with yellow streaks across Alice stomach, around her breasts, and a big splotch right between her eyes.

"Well the good news, darlin' is that if weren't knocked up before I relieved myself, you're probably not going to get pregnant with all that piss mixin' with my sperm in you. Not tonight at least. And the yellow should wash right out."

The leering smile returns. "Now the bad news is, the scent's not gonna be so easy to get rid of. And with that much of me on you, especially where on you I am, no self-respecting Zoanthrope's gonna want you for anything. 'Cept maybe to use as an occassional fuck toy."

Alice is too exhausted to respond, and before too long she's too exhausted to maintain her Zoanthrope form.

"Sorry, darlin'. Not time for you to rest yet," Garret says, using his foot to roll her over onto her stomach. He takes a seat, positioning her head between his legs.

"Wish you still had those bunny ears, darlin', woulda been nice to hold onto. Now, open up."

Alice doesn't have the strength to fight anymore, she does as he says and Garret shoves his semi-erect cock down her throat. She doesn't have the presence of mind for a blow job, so he just uses her head as a fuck hole, eventually getting off. He blasts a few wads down her throat and saves the last couple to plant on her face.

Finally sated, he stands up and stretches. He looks down at the beaten fighter. "That's a good girl," he says. "You rest up. Ya got a long couple of weeks ahead of you.