It was dark, she was lost and confused (thanks to your tricks). 
6 years younger than you, she was so shy and timid when you tutored her for extra credit, always muttering quietly, never giving a big grin only small smiles.
She also had an endearing quality of refering to herself in the third person, though not obnoxiously so.
You thought she'd be an easy first rape-victim.

Your friends had been teasing you about not having raped anyone yet desipte graduating highschool this year. It's quite common and legal here, encouraged even. Most people though of it as a right of passage to finally dominate an unwilling victim. 

Personally you'd been raped twice before. 
The first was a wolf during grade 9 after passing in a test, that got the two of you sent out of class for being disruptive. You were even stuck sitting in his lap afterwards waiting for the knott to come out. As a fox, you've fantasized about knotting a partner like this, having them stuck in your lap and unable to escape a grope-filled hug.

You're pretty sure the second time was a cat species, though you only think that now due to learning about their anatomy. It hurt coming out just as much as going in.

You had regret choosing her almost immediately after cornering her.

You had unzipped your pants and told her to start sucking, and she smirked at that. Which slowly turned into a smile, and then a full-fledge open-mouthed grin. Giving you time to actually think about those teeth.

Up until that point you thought that "floofshark" was a bit of a misnomer, surely such a gentle and timid creature couldn't be a shark! Her dorsal fin must've come from dolphin or whale ancestry.

But no, those teeth, sharp and curved inward, rows upon rows of them, proved very much that she was indeed a shark.

That was when you had come to change your mind, most certainly not wanting to put your dick in that shredder of a mouth.
You started to back away, zipping up, wanting to get out of there.

You couldn't take your eyes off those teeth, even as you backed up, as she followed you. But when you did, you looked straight at her eyes, and realized you weren't getting out of this. There was blood in the water, metaphorically speaking.

And as she followed you, her tail swayed, lifting the back of her skirt, her sweater hiding her near flat chest. Then she jumped, knocking you down. One hand going straight for your throat, choking you, the claws of other slicing througb your shirt and flesh.


You on your back, your intended rape-victim choking you with one hand, she leaned forward, further restricting your windpipe. She wrapped her long, long tail up to your head, and stuck it under like a pillow. She was straddling your crotch. Touching your hard dick with what you suspect to be her own crotch, though blocked from view by her skirt.

"Stick it in" was the first thing she said, and after a pause she continued "Unzip and stick your dick in Floofy!" Slightly tightened her grip on your throat as she spoke.

Not wanting the floofshark pissed off anymore you complied. Slipping your hand under her skirt, and by feel finding your zipper you undid your pants. A bit of fiddling you get your dick free of your clothes and... now you had to 'stick it in'...

Dick gripped in one hand, you slowly slide your other hand up her leg, under her skirt, and to her crotch, and panties. At first you tried to pull them down, only to earn a tighter grip on your throat, you decide instead to move a bit of fabric to the side.

Pressing the head of your dick against her mound you realize you still have to actually find her vagina before you can angle it in.

With the glans of your dick now lining up with the thumb that you're using to hold her panties to the side, you slowly slide your thumb alongside the fabric until you find what you believe to be her (thoroughly wet) labia.

Her lips parting easily to your thumb, you push the tip in. And momentarily her grip tightens again, causing you to freeze out of fear.

Once she loosens her grip again, you quickly move your dick-holding hand out of her way. She then starts shifting her hips, sinking your dick further in. 

Until she jerkily stops, tightening her grip on your throat, squeezing her legs to your waist, and going wide eyes.

She holds still for a moment and calms down, before loosening her grip and continuing until she reaches your knott. Your one hand slipping from her inner thigh to her butt all the way.

Once touching your knott, she leans her body forward to rest on you, loosening her grip on your throat to a light touch. And running her other hand from your chest to your free hand, where it interlocks its finger with yours.

