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Well, I didn't have a date before, so...''\n\n-----\n\nOctober 5, 2012\n\nMortimer stood in front of his bathroom mirror, making the final preparations for his date with Josie Kaiser, the most popular girl in school. He wasn't sure why she had chosen him. He wasn't sure what all she expected from him. He wasn't even sure this could even be considered a date. His paws shook nervously as he trimmed his goatee nicely - the last thing he wanted to do was make one poorly-placed snip and ruin the look. He took a moment to study his physique, looking at his tall, muscular build and yellow fur. Despite the way many of his female classmates fawned over him, he couldn't see what made him so special in their eyes. However, if their opinions were to be trusted, then Mortimer supposed that he looked all right.\n\nPulling up the white trousers, the young rabbit tucked his black dress shirt inside and slid his belt through the loops. His fingers deftly tied the white bow tie around his neck, and he pulled his collar down around it. Finally, he slipped his arms into the sleeves of the tuxedo jacket and neatly fastened the buttons, completing the look. For good measure, he gave himself a quick spritz with his father's cologne. With a quick glance at his watch, he saw that it was 7:45, and he bolted from the bathroom.\n\nHis parents were waiting for him by the front door, ready to take pictures of him dressed up so nicely, just like they always did when he attended a formal occasion. Today, however, his mom was only successful in capturing a white blur as he rushed past toward his silver 2004 Honda Civic Hatchback. ``Wish me good luck!'' he shouted back as he opened the door and cranked the ignition.\n\n-----\n\nJosie was impatiently waiting at 7:59 when Mortimer pulled up in front of her house. Her hair, fur, makeup, and dress were all perfect. Her dad opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, sending the young lopine man a disapproving glare. Seconds later, his daughter emerged, looking radiant in a long light blue backless dress. Any concerns Mortimer may have had about Mr. Kaiser vanished in a heartbeat as he saw his date give her father a peck on the cheek. That feeling quickly disappeared when a second glare was sent his direction, this one aimed at his car.\n\n``You're seriously picking me up in a Civic?''\n\n``Short notice.''\n\n``Try harder. I hope you can dance.''\n\n``I can dance. We can park away from the school if you like.''\n\n``No, it's fine,'' the spoiled tigress huffed. ``I'm not going to walk the rest of the way in these heels.''\n\nMortimer parked the car in Chimera's faculty lot, which was actually closer to the building than the student lot, but further from where the dance was going to be held and away from where the other students were arriving. He got out of the Civic and opened his date's door for her, offering a paw to help her out and onto her feet. He stuck his elbow out to his side, inviting Josie to link elbows with him.\n\n``Shall we, m'lady?'' he asked, in the most old-timey gentlemanly voice he could manage.\n\n``God, you're a dork. Wait until we're almost there.''\n\nThe `couple' walked in silence into the darkened halls and down the main staircase into the lower level. As they neared the gymnasium, the music got louder and louder, and soon they could make out the lyrics to the music playing inside.\n\n``Anything on your mind before we go in?'' Mortimer asked.\n\n``Yeah. Don't make me look bad,'' Josie warned him.\n\n``I won't.'' He offered his elbow a second time, and this time she accepted, plastering that same fake smile across her face.\n\n-----\n\nThe couple was ushered into the Chimera Prep gymnasium, repurposed for the evening to serve as a grand ballroom. Everything was draped in lights and floral arrangements, and looked remarkably like a wedding, Mortimer thought to himself. Dozens of round tables filled the room, the merlot red and navy blue colors of the prestigious school everywhere. Josie spotted her best friend Stacey, an attractive Clydesdale horse, from across the room and dragged the poor rabbit by the elbow to their table.\n\n``Hi!'' ``Oh my God, you look amazing!'' ``Thanks! So do you!''\n\nMortimer turned his attention to Stacey's date, Jason Reynolds, the starting nose tackle for the football team. ``Hey,'' he said, holding his paw out to the ox. ``Mortimer Wallace, congratulations on the win yesterday.''\n\nThe ox just looked up at him, arms folded across his chest, refusing to say anything back.\n\n``Okay, then,'' the rabbit said, pulling his paw away. ``Guess you don't want to talk.''\n\n``Don't mind him,'' a soft voice said to his left. Looking down, he was met by a stunning pair of light blue eyes with pink pupils. ``He's just mad because he thinks that should have been Sean's seat.'' The Siamese cat that was talking to him gestured to the name card in front of him. ``Don't worry, though, Sean won't be here tonight. He's taking their breakup pretty hard.''\n\n``Thanks... I'm sorry, I don't know your name,'' he half-stated, half-asked the pretty girl sitting beside him.\n\n``Layla Xiao,'' she said, offering her paw, which he took hold and kissed the back of. ``I'm on the volleyball team with Josie and Stacey.''\n\n``It's nice to meet you, Layla, I'm -''\n\n``Mortimer Wallace,'' She laughed. ``Yes, I heard you waste your introduction on Jason. It's nice to meet you, Mortimer.''\n\n``So, Layla, where's your date?'' Mortimer gestured to the empty seat next to her, hoping that she had come alone. 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Every time he spotted her, she'd be staring at him, then blush and look away quickly.\n\nThe first slow dance with Josie was an altogether different story. The tigress pulled Mortimer in close enough so that she could rest her head against his chest while his paws intertwined at the small of her back. About twenty seconds into the song, she wiggled her ass until his paws fell to rest on her muscular cheeks.\n\nJosie leaned back for a second to look him in the eyes and grinned, ``Now that's better. You're my date tonight, so I can't have you getting distracted by other girls while we're here. Tomorrow, I don't care if you and Layla run off and get married, but tonight you're mine. Just so you know, though, she's a virgin. She'd probably be put off by how many women you've bedded.''\n\n``S-so am I,'' Mortimer shyly admitted, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. ``A... v-virgin, that is...''\n\nThey stopped their movements and Josie studied his face for a moment. ``Oh my God, you are, aren't you? Fuck! The only reason I picked you as my date was your reputation in the sack!''\n\n``I didn't start those rumors,'' Mortimer defended himself. ``Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a serious date when everyone just wants to sleep with you?''\n\n``So then how did you get to be such a legend?''\n\n``I've been on a few dates,'' Mortimer shrugged. ``The first girl was nice, she seemed to have a good time, but for me, there was no spark, no chemistry. She wanted to invite me inside her home, but I refused. She thanked me for my honesty and for being a gentleman, instead of taking advantage of her and never calling her back. She said she'd reward me for being a good guy.''\n\nLaughing, Josie replied, ``So she turned you into a sex god.''\n\nSmiling meekly, he continued, ``There were more dates after that, with girls I never would have thought I'd have a chance with. Still, I gave them a shot, but again, there was no connection. I guess they didn't want to announce to their friends that I had turned them down, and so they just added to the lies.''\n\n``If you think you're going to tell me `no,' you're sorely mistaken, Mort,'' Josie said, a threatening undertone to her voice. ``Virgin or not, I'm getting laid tonight.'' He responded by giving each of her cheeks a playful squeeze, causing her to stifle a squeal of surprise. She made eye contact with him again, and for a moment he lost himself in her gorgeous green eyes. ``Who knows? Maybe I can teach you everything you need to know to live up to the hype.''\n\nFor the next couple of hours, they actually enjoyed each other's company, eating and dancing the night away. He locked eyes with Layla a few more times throughout the night, and his stomach fluttered at the undeniable bond forming between them. Finally, the music stopped, and Headmistress Gaithers took to mic. She thanked the students for their behavior and the chaperones for their assistance, congratulated the football team on a convincing win against their main rival, Manchester, and praised the SGA and party planning committee for putting together such a wonderful dance.\n\n``And now, the moment everyone's been waiting for, it's time to announce this year's homecoming king and queen! First, your king...'' The old shrew opened the first envelope, then announced with a great deal of surprise in her voice, ``Wendell O'Donnell!?!?'' A small murmur broke out amongst the crowd. Josie stiffened beside him, ``Oh, no. I'll have to dance with her?''\n\nHe watched as a small, bespectacled mouse girl, no older than fourteen, walked up onto the stage. She was shy and geeky, and didn't fill out her amethyst-colored gown very well at all. As the principal placed the crown on her head, she said to the `Wendell', ``Congratulations, sweetie. All right, and now it's time to announce your queen!'' Opening the second envelop, Mrs. Gaithers began, ``Your 2012 homecoming queen is,'' she stole a quick glance at the name, and let out an exasperated sigh. ``Okay, this isn't funny, and a cruel joke. Homecoming is over, now. Everyone, go home.''\n\n``Who is it?'' the mouse in the purple dress asked.\n\n``It's you, dear,'' the old shrew sighed, ``I'm sorry.''\n\nMortimer heard a series of chuckles and snickers coming from around the gymnasium, but the loudest laughs came from the ox, Jason, and his football buddies. The rabbit was tempted to go over and confront them on their mean prank, but a firm paw clasped his elbow. ``Not here. Not tonight. They'll get what's coming to them sooner or later,'' Josie said, angrily. He could see that her pride was injured at not having won the title of queen. Suddenly, a fight broke out as a raccoon rushed the group and landed a punch on the ox's jaw.\n\n``Come on,'' Mortimer said, taking her paw into his. ``Let's get out of here.''\n\n-----\n\nAs soon as they stumbled into their hotel room, Josie ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. She pulled his head down to her level, kissing the rabbit hard. She bit his lip with enough force to draw blood, licking and sucking at it, and pushed her coarse tongue deep into his mouth. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and she sucked his tongue fiercely before releasing it. She kissed Mortimer again, biting his lower lip even harder, feeling her teeth puncture skin. Licking the blood up, she could taste the acidic tang on her lips.\n\n``Oww,'' Mortimer gasped, flinching at the sudden shock.\n\nHer paws trailed down his neck, shoulders, chest... claws scratching a little, leaving little red lines, but not breaking skin. Trailing her claws back up, she pinched his nipples between her fore and middle fingers? nails, pressing hard, nearly drawing blood there, too.\n\n``Stop complaining,'' the tigress growled.\n\nMortimer hissed in pain, but didn?t move away or swipe away her paws. She could see his hard cock twitching in his pants. Using her claws, she pinched harder, seeing liquid crimson seep out over her black-painted nails. The rabbit groaned, and a wet spot formed on the crotch of his pants, pre-cum leaking straight through.\n\n``It looks like you enjoy this sort of treatment,'' she teased.\n\nJosie removed her claws, replacing her right paw with her mouth, sucking hard on his nipple, tasting his sanguine fluid on her tongue. Roughly latching her teeth onto the hard nub, she flicked her tongue over it. Mortimer's paws were pressing her head away from his chest, so she bit down harder. She could hear him moaning and whining ``No'' and ``Josie'' over and over.\n\nJosie could feel the dampness between her thighs. She loved having power over people, but Mortimer's mixture of good looks and insecure personality made him her perfect plaything. The sounds of his gasps and whimpers, the trembling of his body, and the metallic taste of his plasma were turning her on, her clitty already throbbing with need.\n\nMoving to his other nipple, she repeated her previous ministrations. But she didn't do it slowly; as soon as her teeth were around the nub, she bit down hard. He yelped her name, then moaned loudly, the shock of it all causing him to clutch her head to his chest. Her tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, biting until she felt skin break, tasting his blood as she sucked. His moans were full of need, and she groaned against his chest, overcome with desire by his reactions.\n\nJosie hoisted the front of her dress up and slid her white lace thong to the side. Pushing a finger into her pussy, she felt how tight and wet she was. She had already creamed a lot, and the crotch of her panties was soaked through. She pulled her finger out of her fiery cunny, putting it to her date's lips. Mortimer's eyes were wide with fear and excitement as he slightly parted his lips, and she fucked his mouth with it. He moaned, sucking on his date's finger, as she licked and nipped at his neck and shoulders. She pulled her finger from his mouth and kissed him again, tasting herself in his mouth as she pushed her tongue back inside.\n\nAfter a few minutes of rough tongue wrestling, Josie pulled away, leaving the young rabbit panting with desire. ``Josie...'' He whispered her name urgently, the whisper trailing off into a groan. She smiled cruelly, looking down at the huge cock poking straight up in his pants, the wetness from his pre-cum spreading across the crotch of his pants.\n\n``Shut up.''\n\nThe horny tigress grabbed Mortimer by his shoulders, pushing him over to the cool window, forcing him to face outwards. She reached around and undid his belt and pants, pulling them down briskly along with his boxers. She tapped each of his ankles with a claw, making him step out of them, then tossed the clothing aside. She slammed his hips against the glass, the cool autumn air giving the smooth surface a slight chill. His dick stiffened further at the contact.\n\nSuddenly, Mortimer let out a low whimper, and his hips gave a slight jerk, his knees bucking against the wall. He whined in shame as his balls clenched up tightly, forcing out stream after stream of his seed. The pressure of Josie's paws against his back caused the sticky fluid to smear against the window and in his belly fur. His whine turned into a groan of embarrassment, both at his premature release and at his public display.\n\n``Did you just...? You did, didn't you? Pathetic,'' Josie sneered. ``You'd better not be done, Mort. You don't want to see me mad and horny.''\n\n``M-more...'' Mortimer begged lustfully. ``I can handle more.''\n\n``For your sake, you'd better,'' she growled lowly into his long ear. She slide her paws up and down his back, down to his still-trembling ass, then back up. Josie replaced her paws with the pads of her fingers, claws fully extended, scratching softly at first, then hard enough to draw blood.\n\nMortimer hissed in pleasure, shivering, his flesh breaking out in goosebumps, though they were hidden by his thick golden coat. He groaned loudly when her claws raked over his ass cheeks. Josie cracked a wicked smile, feeling her hot clitty throb again at his reaction. She knelt to repeat the procedure several more times, pressing her talons in harder and deeper, making crosshatches across his muscular buttocks. She drew more of his blood as he moaned out her name against the glass.\n\n``Josie... Oh, God...'' His breathing fogged up the clear surface against his cheek.\n\nGrabbing him by the hips, Josie spun Mortimer around, coming eye-level with his still-rigid shaft.\n\n``Good boy,'' she purred. ``You saved some for me.''\n\nShe wrapped her paws around his sensitive cockflesh, stroking lightly at first, but getting progressively harder, working him back to full mast. She scraped a claw over the head of his cock, causing him to shudder and moan. She took that as a good sign, and trailed her daggers from base to head, and along the top of his pulsing erection. The basketball star's head was thrown back against the window, softly whining. Josie's pussy pulsed, droplets of her desire spattering the hotel carpet.\n\n``Don't... P-please, don't scratch me there...'' His voice almost cracked with fear and lust. Josie scraped her claw from the head, under his cock, to the base, then around his balls. His paws were balled up in fists, held tightly against his thighs.\n\n``S-Stop. Josie, please...''\n\n``If you want me to stop, Mort, then shut up and do something about it,'' Josie said nonchalantly. ``Otherwise, I'm going to keep having my fun.'' To emphasize her point, she gave his cockhead a teasing pinch, squeezing out a drop of his pre. His knees buckled and he snapped his head back, rattling the window.\n\n``Too... m-much!''\n\n``Too bad,'' the tigress said dismissively.\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Mortimer cried, shoving Josie backward, causing her to land on her rump. He aggressively grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the ground. ``I can't hold back anymore, I'm sorry!'' She kicked her feet and tried to wiggle out from under his weight, but only succeeded in grinding her hips against him - and simultaneously feeling his steel rod pressing against her.\n\nIt was probably not the best position for Josie to be wearing her homecoming gown, the dress riding up higher and higher on her hips with every wiggle. She could feel the heat burn her cheeks at the thought of her lust-addled date being able to see the growing damp spot on the crotch of her thong.\n\nAs she struggled against the force he was applying to her shoulders, she tried to hide an involuntary smile. Her heart was pounding, and her body was on fire with desire. In her entire seventeen years, she'd never had this much fun fighting with anyone. She was suddenly torn between the desire to further draw out the passion of their struggle and the mounting want to give in to whatever Mortimer wanted to do to her.\n\nThe taller, stronger rabbit took advantage of her indecisiveness, taking hold of both of her wrists with one paw, using the other to wrap beneath her lower back, pulling himself tighter against her body. He lowered his head toward her exposed neck. Josie bit her lip, expecting him to return the vicious biting she had inflicted upon him earlier. His warm breath tickled her earlobe, before he shifted slightly and nipped the side of her neck with his teeth. It was a teasing bite that sent shivers down her spine.\n\nJosie's breath was coming in short, heaving bursts, catching in her throat. She tried to stifle the moan that was rising in her chest, but she couldn't stop her hips from grinding into his as he kissed, licked and bit her neck.\n\nShe could feel an orgasm welling up from her core, but she wanted to feel him inside her velvet walls first.\n\nChanneling all of her strength and willpower, she twisted the lower half of her body and tried to extract herself. Mortimer chuckled playfully in her ear, keeping her arms pinned and moving his body to maintain his position over her. The tigress ended up flat on her belly, even more helpless than before, the hard length of her date's manhood nestled in the valley between her ass cheeks.\n\nHe nipped teasingly at her earlobe, with just enough force to make her call out his name. Josie didn't intend to cry out like that, but she didn't want him to stop. He brushed her platinum hair away from her neck with one paw, and teasing asked, ``Are you having fun now?'' His voice was thick and heavy with desire.\n\nJosie only managed a muffled reply, her answer cut short quickly as she found herself pressed face-first into the carpet. The rabbit ignored her plaintive struggles as he slid a paw up along her outer thigh, dragging the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her waist. She was thankful for the dim lighting in the room, but still felt incredibly exposed. She could feel his thirsty eyes drinking in the sight of her obvious desire.\n\nBefore Josie knew what he was doing, there was a sharp tugging at her hips and a tearing sound as Mortimer tore away her lust-soaked thong and tossed it aside.\n\n``Hey,'' she tried to protest - those were $40 panties! - but her voice was again muted by the carpet. Seeking to regain control of the situation, she tried to push herself up, bracing against the floor with her knees and elbows. She only succeeded, however, in pushing her ass up into the air, making her now-naked wetness more available to his virgin eyes.\n\nAs soon as she realized this, she tried to flatten her abdomen back against the floor, but Mortimer was faster, wrapping an arm beneath her stomach and holding her up. She fought in earnest, using her entire body. She was strong, but he was taller and stronger. He humored her for a moment as he used his free arm to fumble with something outside of Josie's field of vision. Josie was getting frustrated at being toyed with. She wanted to roll back over onto her back, wrap her arms and legs tightly around her date, and pull him inside of her.\n\nShe heard the sharp crack a moment before she felt it, a hot, stinging sensation spreading across her ass. She was so stunned that she stopped struggling, as Mortimer repeated the blow on the opposite cheek, striking her with his belt. The blows continued, as he alternated between left and right. More. She wanted more. And she didn't realize that she was screaming the words out loud until she heard him chuckling behind her.\n\n``How much more?'' the basketball player asked.\n\n``Everything you can give,'' she pleaded, thrusting her ass back at him.\n\nThe blows resumed, harder this time, but the tempo was varied, fast, then slow, continually changing, keeping her on edge so that she couldn't predict when the next flash of blissful pain would come. Her clitty throbbed, and she could feel an orgasm beginning to build. ``Harder,'' she moaned.\n\n``Ask for it,'' Mortimer commanded.\n\n``Please, harder,'' she gasped, her breathing ragged.\n\n``Do you want to cum?''\n\n``Yes, please. Make me cum, I'm so close!'' She cried.\n\n``Tell me you're sorry. Sorry for making me do this,'' Mortimer hissed through clenched teeth as he rained the strikes down on her tender buttocks at full strength.\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Josie was literally crying, her tears staining the fur around her eyes before falling to the rough carpet. ``I'm sorry, please, just let me cum!''\n\nBefore the word `cum' could leave her mouth, Mortimer drew back his hips and thrust his cock into Josie in one long, decisive stroke. ``Mine,'' he grunted, entwining the fingers from one of his paws into her hair as he slapped her ass with the belt again. He didn't even give her the opportunity to adjust to his size before he began moving, thrusting, fucking her deep and hard.\n\nGiving in to her pleasure, Josie muttered something incoherent. Her entire body felt like one giant nerve, tingling with sexual energy. She had never been so thoroughly filled, so wet with arousal, so totally owned by anyone before in her life. She cried out and came in a flood of juices, her pussy clamping down around his invading shaft and squeezing, spraying her girlcum all over the front of his thighs.\n\nThe backs of her legs got wetter and wetter as Mortimer maintained his rhythm, not easing up his fucking to grant her any reprieve. Time lost meaning to her as they rutted, and she rode out a second, then third mind-numbing climax. Suddenly, she could tell that he was close to coming again, as he started moving in a faster, more insistent rhythm. ``Mine,'' he groaned again, tightening his grip in her sweaty silver hair and pulling her head back, lifting her paws up off the floor as he started to spasm inside of her.\n\nHis orgasm triggered Josie's fourth, her legs trembling as she felt his warmth spreading inside her belly. She thrilled at the sensation of his maleness twitching inside of her greedy cunny, filling her with his seed. As they came together, she felt Mortimer clamp his teeth down on her neck, perhaps a little too hard, but she enjoyed it nevertheless. He leaned over her, pressing his chest into her back, as the muscles of her cunny massaged him, milking more of his cum into her.\n\nPanting into her ear, he sighed, ``Sorry. I-I just lost control of myself there.''\n\nJosie turned her head, giving him a wicked grin. ``Mort, stop fucking apologizing. Things finally got interesting!'' To prove her point, she swished her striped tail back and tickled his balls, before curling around his muscular leg. Purring, she asked, ``So are you done, or can you go some more?''\n\n``Come here,'' he said, clutching her body to his with his powerful arms, rising slowly to his feet and lifting her up off the carpet, his erection still firm and buried in her welcoming folds. He carried her like this over to the pristinely made bed, and dropped her onto her back. His member slipped free, and some of his pearly essence spilled out onto the comforter. Mortimer stood over her, spreading her legs at the thighs, holding her wide open, her knees bent.\n\n``Do it, Mort,'' Josie encouraged. ``Fuck me. Use me.''\n\nThe teenage rabbit didn't need to be told twice, and he pressed his hips forward, intending to plunge himself once again into the fiery depths of her pussy. His aim was off, however, and the tip of his cock nudged at the tight pucker of Josie's tailhole. She let out a soft gasp of surprise, and gave him a playful grin. While he had never been one to consider anal sex, he took his date's expression as a good sign, and pressed onward.\n\nJosie had never tried anal sex before, either. No man had ever proven himself worthy of claiming her body as his, so she was both excited and nervous as she felt the pressure against her back door. Her entrance was slightly lubricated by the trickle of their mixed juices leaking out of her stretched slit and down into the cleft of her ass. The first determined shove was a surprise, then she felt him, hard and long, slowly filling up her up. Though she knew Mortimer was only about nine inches or so long, she felt as though he was almost a foot and a half.\n\n``Fuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk,'' they groaned in unison as his hips came to rest against her muscular ass cheeks. Josie was torn between telling him to stop, that it was too much, and ever so badly to urge him to keep going, to never stop. Her pert nipples tingled, begging for attention, and her engorged love button pulsated, craving another release.\n\nAs Mortimer began moving his hips, she bucked her ass up toward him, meeting him on each thrust, forcing him deeper into her bowels. She was insane with lust, and tugged at the bedding, using the blankets to stifle her moans of ecstasy. She grabbed the back of his neck with her free paw, and as her tight passage loosened around his invading member, she was able to gyrate her hips even more forcefully. She closed her eyes at the intense pleasure, and her lips quivered as she attempted to speak.\n\n``Rub my clit... rub it...'' she desperately pleaded.\n\nJosie didn't have to ask twice, and Mortimer began furiously rubbing at her cum-slicked pearl, cupping his entire paw over her mound. The sensation only served to reinvigorate his lover as she began pinching and twisting her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Her back suddenly arched up off the bed and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure as a stream of clear liquid erupted from her empty cunny, coating Mortimer's paw and soaking their thighs and sheets further. She let out another scream, this one just barely audible, and even more of her nectar sprayed across their loins. Her orgasm proved to be too much for the athletic rabbit, and he pulled out of her clenching anus, pressing the underside of his pulsing shaft between her soaked labia. His balls tightened and he groaned loudly as he came, his cum shooting forth in a series of spurts, and landing all over the muscular tigress's toned abs and perky breasts.\n\nMutually spent and sated, Mortimer fell to Josie's side on the bed. In a surprising move, she rolled over to face him, and gently caressed his cheek. ``That was... wow... Who knew the rumors would prove to be true?'' The young couple got a good laugh at that comment, and laid together in comfortable silence for a while.\n\n``Do you think we could ever love each other?'' he said with even more need than he had at the height of his arousal, tears escaping his eyes, but managing to keep a smile. He thought he already knew the answer, but as much as he didn?t want to hear it, he had to know for sure.\n\n``I don't know,'' Josie shrugged. ``Do you want to love me? I'm kind of a bitch.''\n\n``Kind of?'' He laughed. ``You're the biggest bitch I know. But I've seen what one night with a nice guy can do for you.'' She shot him a playful look of mock insult, then gave him one last pinch, this time on his ass.\n\n``I guess it's not that unreasonable,'' Josie replied thoughtfully. ``I admit, even though the night didn't go like I hoped, I still had a great time.'' She looked him in his eyes, her green orbs shining like emeralds. ``Thank you, Mortimer.'' He smiled; she finally called him by his full first name.\n\n``You can call me `Mort,' if you like.''\n\n-----\n\nOctober 6, 2012\n\nMortimer woke up and rolled over, throwing his arm onto empty mattress. After last night, it certainly wasn't what he was expecting. Josie's spot in the bed was already cold. ``I thought she would be here...'' the rabbit thought to himself, feeling rejected. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Although he hadn't meant to, he had fallen for his tigress lover, and he had been certain that she had developed at least some similar feelings for him, as well. He rolled over and out of the bed, and padded over to the bathroom, just in case, only to find it empty. He searched the room, finding no note or explanation as to why she had left him. Strangely enough, though, she had left all of her clothing behind. He carefully picked up her gown, her bra, her thong, and her heels, and placed them in his overnight bag.\n\n``I wish she had given me her phone number,'' he thought to himself. ``I'd like to know that everything's okay,'' As he finished picking up the rest of his own clothing, he spotted her Blackberry on the floor. He picked this up, too, and found that she didn't keep her phone locked. Cycling through her contacts, Mortimer found the entry for `Dad,' and called the number.\n\n``Hmm, Josie? Good morning, darlin'. Why are you calling? Are you all right?''\n\n``Hi, Mr. Kaiser,'' the young man spoke nervously. ``I'm Mortimer Wallace. I was Josie's date to homecoming.''\n\n``Mortimer, why are you calling from Josie's phone? Where is she? Did something happen?''\n\n``I... I don't know, sir,'' he sighed. ``We were staying at the Rakai Hotel. I just woke up, and she wasn't here. But... her phone was, and... well, all of her clothes, too, sir.''\n\n``Stay right there, son,'' Mr. Kaiser ordered. ``I'm calling the police, and I'm coming down there.''\n\nMr. Kaiser and the police came, and the next several hours where a whirlwind of questions for Mortimer. When did he last see Josie? Did they have sex? Had they been drinking? Why was he so scratched up? Did they have a fight? Was that his semen on the window? He would have been embarrassed at many of the questions, but he was more concerned about the whereabouts of his date. Self-pity and doubt changed into fear and worry, something he never thought he would have ever felt three days earlier when the bossy tigress demanded that he take her to the dance.\n\nEventually, the police asked Mortimer if they could take him to headquarters for additional questioning. He didn't blame them for doubting him; Josie's disappearance made no sense, and if he were in their situation, he'd probably be just as skeptical. The basketball player allowed the officers to escort him out to a squad car, and he was driven away. As the hotel disappeared behind him, he cried; not for himself, but for the only woman that had ever managed to break through his shell. The only woman he'd ever loved.\n\n-----\n\nDate Unknown, Location Unknown\n\nJosie woke up to the feeling of her stomach growling. She had the most awful headache she could remember, and her muscles ached entirely more than they should after a night of dancing and rough sex. She was sorely tempted to just call off from her job and spend a quiet day in her room recovering, but first she needed breakfast.\n\nPanic set in as she came to her senses - her eyes were open, but she was surrounded in darkness. She was unable to sit up, because she was already upright. Her wrists were above her head, the harsh jingle of metal telling her she was shackled. Her ankles were similarly bound beneath her.\n\nHer back and rump were pressed against cool, hard, damp stone, the moisture soaking into her fur and giving her a chill. The stink of mildew, feces, and vomit assaulted her nostrils, and she dry heaved several times as her already empty stomach failed to expunge anything. The tortured groans of pain and starvation echoed through the stone corridors, but her sharp ears also picked up on the sharp crack of a whip snapping and low, sexual grunts and moans.\n\nJosie fought to remain calm and assess her situation. She'd obviously been taken, possibly even sold. She could call out for help, but listening to the noises around her, she doubted she'd get any, and probably draw unwelcome attention to herself. She'd honestly rather die than allow herself to be violated, but conversely, if she didn't get something to eat soon she'd likely die anyway. If she could get the blindfold removed, then she could take stock of her surroundings and formulate a plan to escape.\n\n``Hello...?'' Her throat was dry and her voice cracked as she called out. ``Hello? Somebody? Anybody?'' A moment later, she heard the grating sound of metal turning on metal, and the slow creaking of hinges - a door being opened? She was in a cell? - and the clicking of clawed feet against the cold stone floor.\n\n``Finally awake?'' A harsh, raspy, but undeniably female voice asked. ``You've been out for four days. I guess that's to be expected, though. That old crow gets carried away sometimes.''\n\n``Where am I? Who are you? What's going to happen to me?''\n\n``Not my call, pretty. I promise you, though, that it will all be better if you listen to what you're told,'' the voice told her.\n\n``Can I get some food and water, and my blindfold taken off, please?''\n\nHarsh light assaulted her retinas as the cloth strip covering her face was removed, and she clenched her eyes shut in pain. Gradually, she opened them further, getting accustomed to having her vision returned. The woman in front of her was reptilian, covered in filthy blue scales and white and yellow feathers. She held up a flask and a half loaf of bread.\n\nThirstily gulping down several mouthfuls of water, she coughed violently, spraying her visitor with the liquid. ``Slowly,'' the woman said. Listening, Josie carefully swallowed down the rest of the flask. \n\n``Thank you,'' Josie sighed. The woman held the bread up to the tigress's muzzle, and she bit off a couple of mouthfuls, thankful to have something in her belly again.\n\n``So, what's your name, pretty?'' the reptile asked.\n\n``Josie. Yours?''\n\n``Traixa.'' Josie wondered what kind of strange name that was.\n\n``Where are we, Traixa?''\n\n``They call this place `Wyverncrest.'''\n\n``I've never heard of it. Can you tell me anything else?''\n\n``Nobody ever comes here willingly, I'm afraid. We all get brought here, same as you.''\n\n``Well that's fucking helpful,'' Josie muttered. ``How do I get out?''\n\n``Where would you go? None of us know what's out there. It could be even worse!''\n\n``What are my options, then?''\n\n``Do what you're told to stay alive, please the mistress, and raise yourself to a better station.''\n\n``Who's the mistress?''\n\nAs if on cue, a tall figure stepped into the doorway. ``That's enough, Traixa,'' a gentle, soothing voice said, melodically. The lizard woman cringed, and backed away from the captive tigress, revealing a mountain of a woman. Her scales looked as though each had been sculpted from onyx, and her hair woven from silver. By all appearances, she was half-equine and half-reptile, and all malice. ``My name, little one, is Zaradeth. I am in charge of Wyverncrest, and I oversee the training of all the slaves here. If you do not want to end up cleaning excrement off the walls, or becoming a cum dumpster for goblins, you had better make me happy.''\n\n``How do I do that?'' For the first time since she was a child, Josie felt insignificant.\n\n``You were brought here at my request,'' Zaradeth stood. ``I have been looking for someone with the potential to rival my own cruelty, skimming through multiple planes of existence. I have been watching you for months, by your reality's standards, and I think that you will do nicely.''\n\n``What do you mean? I've never -''\n\n``Never what? Whipped someone? Tortured them? Maimed? Killed? Raped?'' The ebony creature cackled malevolently. ``And tell me, why not? Laws. Rules. Restrictions. But you have wanted to do these things. You thought about it, but the shackles of your society held you back from being yourself. Tell me I'm wrong.''\n\n``I... No, you're not wrong,'' Josie sighed. ``I'm a monster.''\n\n``Good,'' Zaradeth cooed sweetly into her ear. ``Here is what is going to happen, then. My Master wants to elevate me into his harem, but Wyverncrest needs a mistress, someone to break and train the new slaves so that they can serve the master properly. That is where you come in. Here, there are no rules, except for your own, and the Master's. And I assure you, he is very lenient with his rules.''\n\n``So I -''\n\nA silky, silver paw streaked out, slashing Josie across her face, scarring her cheek. ``One of the first rules of mine you will come to learn and obey is, `do not interrupt the Mistress.''' Zaradeth glared hard at Josie, waiting for a sign that she understood. A moment later, Josie nodded, and the Mistress continued her lecture. ``You are going to serve me, and serve me well. I am going to inflict horrible pain and torture on you, so that you can learn to give it to others. I will mold you into my image, and when you are ready, you will take my place and I will be gone from this wretched shithole.''\n\n``And if I fail you... Mistress?'' Josie suddenly added that last word as another silky, silver paw was raised at her.\n\n``You'll wish you had tried harder.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Kings and Queens

October 4, 2012

The table in the northwest corner in the cafeteria, normally crowded with all of the popular students at Chimera Prep at this time of the day, was notably vacant. Its usual occupants were scattered around the room, engaged in separate conversations. Only one lonely figure sat at the table, several feet of empty bench to her left and right, as well as across from her. There was a tray of food in front of her, relatively uneaten, though she poked mindlessly at it with her fork. Her expression was dark and angry, and it was apparent for all to see that the tigress wanted nothing more than to lash out at someone.

``Goddamn them,'' Josie thought to herself, ``Goddamn all of them! Who the fuck does he think he is turning ME down? Him and his whores! I'm better than the three of them combined! And Sean! What the fuck? Only one day after I dump him, and he refuses to take me back? He probably had some slut already on the side. What a fuckhead! I'd better get tested, just in case.''

A few heads turned her direction as she let out a low rumbling growl and she bent her fork, her paw clenching tightly around it and her thumb pressing the prongs downward. The angry tigress threw her ruined utensil down onto the tray and rose up, carrying her uneaten lunch to the garbage and tossing it inside. As she ducked out of the cafeteria into the quieter, empty corridors, all of her `friends' scurried back to their normal places around Josie's vacated spot.

Free of the clamor and the feeling that hundreds of eyes were upon her, she felt more relaxed and able to compose herself. It was only the day before homecoming. This disaster could still be averted. After she dumped him, Sean's popularity was on the decline. Ethan would be easy enough to take back down to his previous bottom-dweller status - stir up some in-fighting amongst his little harem, make him want to quit the football team... Simple. All she had to do was find some poor guy that wouldn't be able to pass up a date with the alpha bitch of the entire school that wouldn't make her look too bad.

Stalking her way between the rows of lockers, Josie cycled through a list of the names of every single reasonably cute single guy at Chimera Prep - and a few that were spoken for. David Rutherford? Too British. Derek Blackfoot? Hot, but smells like cars, and getting the engine grease out of that white fur? Frank LeCroix? Big, strong... But loyal to Sean, and has a crush on Anna... As she continued down her list of potential candidates, she grew more and more irritated as she found a reason to rule out each and every one. Her gaze was fixated on her left paw when she slammed face first into something solid.

``What the fuck!?!'' She snarled, shooting whatever it was that had impeded her progress a menacing glare. Her emerald green eyes burned with a fiery rage that was quickly quelled when they were met by a surprised pair of deep green ones. ``Sorry, Josie. I didn't see you there.'' And how would he have? He was just walking out of Ms. D'Amato's Latin class; not that Josie would have accepted that fact. At least, not under normal circumstances.

``Mortimer Wallace,'' she said out loud. Basketball player. Handsome. Athletic. Single. Has a reputation for being great in bed. Lacks confidence, but has potential. ``Congratulations, stud. You're taking me to homecoming.''

``But -''

``Not a request. Go get yourself a tux from Labrador Brothers', tell them I sent you. It's already paid for. Pick me up promptly at 8:00.''

``But -''

``I told you, not a request. I don't care if you don't drive. Get your mom or dad to do it. Rent a car. I don't care. Whatever you do, don't make me wait.''

``But -''

``Mort, do you mind if I call you Mort?''

``Yes, but -''

``Mort, you know about me and my reputation, right?''

``Yes.''

``You know how popular I can make you if you make me happy, right?''

``Yes, but -''

``You also realize how much of a living hell I can make things for you if you make me angry, right, Mort?''

``I guess so,'' the 18 year old lop mix said with a resigned sigh.

The entire time they had been talking, Josie was writing something down on a small piece of notebook paper. Smiling, she passed it to him, and said with sickeningly fake sweetness, ``Here's my address then. I'll see you tomorrow at 8, right?''

``I guess...''

``Great! I can't wait! Bye, Mort, and thanks, you won't regret this!'' With that, Josie perked up and made her way along to her 5th period class assignment.

Mortimer stood there, scratching his close-cropped brown hair. ``What did I just agree to? Well, I didn't have a date before, so...''

-----

October 5, 2012

Mortimer stood in front of his bathroom mirror, making the final preparations for his date with Josie Kaiser, the most popular girl in school. He wasn't sure why she had chosen him. He wasn't sure what all she expected from him. He wasn't even sure this could even be considered a date. His paws shook nervously as he trimmed his goatee nicely - the last thing he wanted to do was make one poorly-placed snip and ruin the look. He took a moment to study his physique, looking at his tall, muscular build and yellow fur. Despite the way many of his female classmates fawned over him, he couldn't see what made him so special in their eyes. However, if their opinions were to be trusted, then Mortimer supposed that he looked all right.

Pulling up the white trousers, the young rabbit tucked his black dress shirt inside and slid his belt through the loops. His fingers deftly tied the white bow tie around his neck, and he pulled his collar down around it. Finally, he slipped his arms into the sleeves of the tuxedo jacket and neatly fastened the buttons, completing the look. For good measure, he gave himself a quick spritz with his father's cologne. With a quick glance at his watch, he saw that it was 7:45, and he bolted from the bathroom.

His parents were waiting for him by the front door, ready to take pictures of him dressed up so nicely, just like they always did when he attended a formal occasion. Today, however, his mom was only successful in capturing a white blur as he rushed past toward his silver 2004 Honda Civic Hatchback. ``Wish me good luck!'' he shouted back as he opened the door and cranked the ignition.

-----

Josie was impatiently waiting at 7:59 when Mortimer pulled up in front of her house. Her hair, fur, makeup, and dress were all perfect. Her dad opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, sending the young lopine man a disapproving glare. Seconds later, his daughter emerged, looking radiant in a long light blue backless dress. Any concerns Mortimer may have had about Mr. Kaiser vanished in a heartbeat as he saw his date give her father a peck on the cheek. That feeling quickly disappeared when a second glare was sent his direction, this one aimed at his car.

``You're seriously picking me up in a Civic?''

``Short notice.''

``Try harder. I hope you can dance.''

``I can dance. We can park away from the school if you like.''

``No, it's fine,'' the spoiled tigress huffed. ``I'm not going to walk the rest of the way in these heels.''

Mortimer parked the car in Chimera's faculty lot, which was actually closer to the building than the student lot, but further from where the dance was going to be held and away from where the other students were arriving. He got out of the Civic and opened his date's door for her, offering a paw to help her out and onto her feet. He stuck his elbow out to his side, inviting Josie to link elbows with him.

``Shall we, m'lady?'' he asked, in the most old-timey gentlemanly voice he could manage.

``God, you're a dork. Wait until we're almost there.''

The `couple' walked in silence into the darkened halls and down the main staircase into the lower level. As they neared the gymnasium, the music got louder and louder, and soon they could make out the lyrics to the music playing inside.

``Anything on your mind before we go in?'' Mortimer asked.

``Yeah. Don't make me look bad,'' Josie warned him.

``I won't.'' He offered his elbow a second time, and this time she accepted, plastering that same fake smile across her face.

-----

The couple was ushered into the Chimera Prep gymnasium, repurposed for the evening to serve as a grand ballroom. Everything was draped in lights and floral arrangements, and looked remarkably like a wedding, Mortimer thought to himself. Dozens of round tables filled the room, the merlot red and navy blue colors of the prestigious school everywhere. Josie spotted her best friend Stacey, an attractive Clydesdale horse, from across the room and dragged the poor rabbit by the elbow to their table.

``Hi!'' ``Oh my God, you look amazing!'' ``Thanks! So do you!''

Mortimer turned his attention to Stacey's date, Jason Reynolds, the starting nose tackle for the football team. ``Hey,'' he said, holding his paw out to the ox. ``Mortimer Wallace, congratulations on the win yesterday.''

The ox just looked up at him, arms folded across his chest, refusing to say anything back.

``Okay, then,'' the rabbit said, pulling his paw away. ``Guess you don't want to talk.''

``Don't mind him,'' a soft voice said to his left. Looking down, he was met by a stunning pair of light blue eyes with pink pupils. ``He's just mad because he thinks that should have been Sean's seat.'' The Siamese cat that was talking to him gestured to the name card in front of him. ``Don't worry, though, Sean won't be here tonight. He's taking their breakup pretty hard.''

``Thanks... I'm sorry, I don't know your name,'' he half-stated, half-asked the pretty girl sitting beside him.

``Layla Xiao,'' she said, offering her paw, which he took hold and kissed the back of. ``I'm on the volleyball team with Josie and Stacey.''

``It's nice to meet you, Layla, I'm -''

``Mortimer Wallace,'' She laughed. ``Yes, I heard you waste your introduction on Jason. It's nice to meet you, Mortimer.''

``So, Layla, where's your date?'' Mortimer gestured to the empty seat next to her, hoping that she had come alone. Something about this girl made him feel alive, and he secretly hoped that he'd get plenty of opportunity to talk with her.

``Oh yeah, she went to get us something to drink. As a matter of fact, here she is now,'' Layla replied, gesturing to a tall golden retriever girl walking back toward their table with a cup in each paw. Mortimer's heart sank a little when he realized that the pretty girl he was developing a crush for was a lesbian.

``Hey, hon,'' the canine said, sitting next to Mortimer's dream girl. ``Who's your friend?''

``Amanda, this is Mortimer,'' the pretty feline said, gesturing between them. ``Mortimer, this is my friend, Amanda.'' His ears perked up at the omission of `girl' before `friend.'

``Nice to meet you, Mortimer,'' the retriever waved. ``You're Josie's date, right?''

``That's me,'' he shrugged. ``For lack of a better term. I wasn't really given the choice to say `no.' What about the two of you? Are you two an item?''

``We came here together, but no, we're both single,'' Layla giggled. A sparkle of hope shone in Mortimer's eye at receiving this news.

``Why do you ask, handsome? Hmm?'' Amanda teased. ``Do you see somebody else here you'd rather be with?''

``Hey, Mort! Come on, let's dance!'' Josie grabbed him the collar of his tuxedo and dragged him out onto the dance floor. He was a pretty good dancer, but Josie Kaiser brought out his best moves. They would grind during the fast songs, his paws roaming over her body, but careful to avoid her breasts, lest he put her off. Halfway through the night, however, she was forcing his paws to mash her tits together, giving him an instant erection. As soon as she felt his stiffness poking against her taut ass, she flashed him a wicked, knowing grin. Still, he found his eyes wandering across the gym to Layla, still sitting at their table with Amanda. Every time he spotted her, she'd be staring at him, then blush and look away quickly.

The first slow dance with Josie was an altogether different story. The tigress pulled Mortimer in close enough so that she could rest her head against his chest while his paws intertwined at the small of her back. About twenty seconds into the song, she wiggled her ass until his paws fell to rest on her muscular cheeks.

Josie leaned back for a second to look him in the eyes and grinned, ``Now that's better. You're my date tonight, so I can't have you getting distracted by other girls while we're here. Tomorrow, I don't care if you and Layla run off and get married, but tonight you're mine. Just so you know, though, she's a virgin. She'd probably be put off by how many women you've bedded.''

``S-so am I,'' Mortimer shyly admitted, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. ``A... v-virgin, that is...''

They stopped their movements and Josie studied his face for a moment. ``Oh my God, you are, aren't you? Fuck! The only reason I picked you as my date was your reputation in the sack!''

``I didn't start those rumors,'' Mortimer defended himself. ``Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a serious date when everyone just wants to sleep with you?''

``So then how did you get to be such a legend?''

``I've been on a few dates,'' Mortimer shrugged. ``The first girl was nice, she seemed to have a good time, but for me, there was no spark, no chemistry. She wanted to invite me inside her home, but I refused. She thanked me for my honesty and for being a gentleman, instead of taking advantage of her and never calling her back. She said she'd reward me for being a good guy.''

Laughing, Josie replied, ``So she turned you into a sex god.''

Smiling meekly, he continued, ``There were more dates after that, with girls I never would have thought I'd have a chance with. Still, I gave them a shot, but again, there was no connection. I guess they didn't want to announce to their friends that I had turned them down, and so they just added to the lies.''

``If you think you're going to tell me `no,' you're sorely mistaken, Mort,'' Josie said, a threatening undertone to her voice. ``Virgin or not, I'm getting laid tonight.'' He responded by giving each of her cheeks a playful squeeze, causing her to stifle a squeal of surprise. She made eye contact with him again, and for a moment he lost himself in her gorgeous green eyes. ``Who knows? Maybe I can teach you everything you need to know to live up to the hype.''

For the next couple of hours, they actually enjoyed each other's company, eating and dancing the night away. He locked eyes with Layla a few more times throughout the night, and his stomach fluttered at the undeniable bond forming between them. Finally, the music stopped, and Headmistress Gaithers took to mic. She thanked the students for their behavior and the chaperones for their assistance, congratulated the football team on a convincing win against their main rival, Manchester, and praised the SGA and party planning committee for putting together such a wonderful dance.

``And now, the moment everyone's been waiting for, it's time to announce this year's homecoming king and queen! First, your king...'' The old shrew opened the first envelope, then announced with a great deal of surprise in her voice, ``Wendell O'Donnell!?!?'' A small murmur broke out amongst the crowd. Josie stiffened beside him, ``Oh, no. I'll have to dance with her?''

He watched as a small, bespectacled mouse girl, no older than fourteen, walked up onto the stage. She was shy and geeky, and didn't fill out her amethyst-colored gown very well at all. As the principal placed the crown on her head, she said to the `Wendell', ``Congratulations, sweetie. All right, and now it's time to announce your queen!'' Opening the second envelop, Mrs. Gaithers began, ``Your 2012 homecoming queen is,'' she stole a quick glance at the name, and let out an exasperated sigh. ``Okay, this isn't funny, and a cruel joke. Homecoming is over, now. Everyone, go home.''

``Who is it?'' the mouse in the purple dress asked.

``It's you, dear,'' the old shrew sighed, ``I'm sorry.''

Mortimer heard a series of chuckles and snickers coming from around the gymnasium, but the loudest laughs came from the ox, Jason, and his football buddies. The rabbit was tempted to go over and confront them on their mean prank, but a firm paw clasped his elbow. ``Not here. Not tonight. They'll get what's coming to them sooner or later,'' Josie said, angrily. He could see that her pride was injured at not having won the title of queen. Suddenly, a fight broke out as a raccoon rushed the group and landed a punch on the ox's jaw.

``Come on,'' Mortimer said, taking her paw into his. ``Let's get out of here.''

-----

As soon as they stumbled into their hotel room, Josie ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. She pulled his head down to her level, kissing the rabbit hard. She bit his lip with enough force to draw blood, licking and sucking at it, and pushed her coarse tongue deep into his mouth. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and she sucked his tongue fiercely before releasing it. She kissed Mortimer again, biting his lower lip even harder, feeling her teeth puncture skin. Licking the blood up, she could taste the acidic tang on her lips.

``Oww,'' Mortimer gasped, flinching at the sudden shock.

Her paws trailed down his neck, shoulders, chest... claws scratching a little, leaving little red lines, but not breaking skin. Trailing her claws back up, she pinched his nipples between her fore and middle fingers? nails, pressing hard, nearly drawing blood there, too.

``Stop complaining,'' the tigress growled.

Mortimer hissed in pain, but didn?t move away or swipe away her paws. She could see his hard cock twitching in his pants. Using her claws, she pinched harder, seeing liquid crimson seep out over her black-painted nails. The rabbit groaned, and a wet spot formed on the crotch of his pants, pre-cum leaking straight through.

``It looks like you enjoy this sort of treatment,'' she teased.

Josie removed her claws, replacing her right paw with her mouth, sucking hard on his nipple, tasting his sanguine fluid on her tongue. Roughly latching her teeth onto the hard nub, she flicked her tongue over it. Mortimer's paws were pressing her head away from his chest, so she bit down harder. She could hear him moaning and whining ``No'' and ``Josie'' over and over.

Josie could feel the dampness between her thighs. She loved having power over people, but Mortimer's mixture of good looks and insecure personality made him her perfect plaything. The sounds of his gasps and whimpers, the trembling of his body, and the metallic taste of his plasma were turning her on, her clitty already throbbing with need.

Moving to his other nipple, she repeated her previous ministrations. But she didn't do it slowly; as soon as her teeth were around the nub, she bit down hard. He yelped her name, then moaned loudly, the shock of it all causing him to clutch her head to his chest. Her tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, biting until she felt skin break, tasting his blood as she sucked. His moans were full of need, and she groaned against his chest, overcome with desire by his reactions.

Josie hoisted the front of her dress up and slid her white lace thong to the side. Pushing a finger into her pussy, she felt how tight and wet she was. She had already creamed a lot, and the crotch of her panties was soaked through. She pulled her finger out of her fiery cunny, putting it to her date's lips. Mortimer's eyes were wide with fear and excitement as he slightly parted his lips, and she fucked his mouth with it. He moaned, sucking on his date's finger, as she licked and nipped at his neck and shoulders. She pulled her finger from his mouth and kissed him again, tasting herself in his mouth as she pushed her tongue back inside.

After a few minutes of rough tongue wrestling, Josie pulled away, leaving the young rabbit panting with desire. ``Josie...'' He whispered her name urgently, the whisper trailing off into a groan. She smiled cruelly, looking down at the huge cock poking straight up in his pants, the wetness from his pre-cum spreading across the crotch of his pants.

``Shut up.''

The horny tigress grabbed Mortimer by his shoulders, pushing him over to the cool window, forcing him to face outwards. She reached around and undid his belt and pants, pulling them down briskly along with his boxers. She tapped each of his ankles with a claw, making him step out of them, then tossed the clothing aside. She slammed his hips against the glass, the cool autumn air giving the smooth surface a slight chill. His dick stiffened further at the contact.

Suddenly, Mortimer let out a low whimper, and his hips gave a slight jerk, his knees bucking against the wall. He whined in shame as his balls clenched up tightly, forcing out stream after stream of his seed. The pressure of Josie's paws against his back caused the sticky fluid to smear against the window and in his belly fur. His whine turned into a groan of embarrassment, both at his premature release and at his public display.

``Did you just...? You did, didn't you? Pathetic,'' Josie sneered. ``You'd better not be done, Mort. You don't want to see me mad and horny.''

``M-more...'' Mortimer begged lustfully. ``I can handle more.''

``For your sake, you'd better,'' she growled lowly into his long ear. She slide her paws up and down his back, down to his still-trembling ass, then back up. Josie replaced her paws with the pads of her fingers, claws fully extended, scratching softly at first, then hard enough to draw blood.

Mortimer hissed in pleasure, shivering, his flesh breaking out in goosebumps, though they were hidden by his thick golden coat. He groaned loudly when her claws raked over his ass cheeks. Josie cracked a wicked smile, feeling her hot clitty throb again at his reaction. She knelt to repeat the procedure several more times, pressing her talons in harder and deeper, making crosshatches across his muscular buttocks. She drew more of his blood as he moaned out her name against the glass.

``Josie... Oh, God...'' His breathing fogged up the clear surface against his cheek.

Grabbing him by the hips, Josie spun Mortimer around, coming eye-level with his still-rigid shaft.

``Good boy,'' she purred. ``You saved some for me.''

She wrapped her paws around his sensitive cockflesh, stroking lightly at first, but getting progressively harder, working him back to full mast. She scraped a claw over the head of his cock, causing him to shudder and moan. She took that as a good sign, and trailed her daggers from base to head, and along the top of his pulsing erection. The basketball star's head was thrown back against the window, softly whining. Josie's pussy pulsed, droplets of her desire spattering the hotel carpet.

``Don't... P-please, don't scratch me there...'' His voice almost cracked with fear and lust. Josie scraped her claw from the head, under his cock, to the base, then around his balls. His paws were balled up in fists, held tightly against his thighs.

``S-Stop. Josie, please...''

``If you want me to stop, Mort, then shut up and do something about it,'' Josie said nonchalantly. ``Otherwise, I'm going to keep having my fun.'' To emphasize her point, she gave his cockhead a teasing pinch, squeezing out a drop of his pre. His knees buckled and he snapped his head back, rattling the window.

``Too... m-much!''

``Too bad,'' the tigress said dismissively.

``I'm sorry!'' Mortimer cried, shoving Josie backward, causing her to land on her rump. He aggressively grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the ground. ``I can't hold back anymore, I'm sorry!'' She kicked her feet and tried to wiggle out from under his weight, but only succeeded in grinding her hips against him - and simultaneously feeling his steel rod pressing against her.

It was probably not the best position for Josie to be wearing her homecoming gown, the dress riding up higher and higher on her hips with every wiggle. She could feel the heat burn her cheeks at the thought of her lust-addled date being able to see the growing damp spot on the crotch of her thong.

As she struggled against the force he was applying to her shoulders, she tried to hide an involuntary smile. Her heart was pounding, and her body was on fire with desire. In her entire seventeen years, she'd never had this much fun fighting with anyone. She was suddenly torn between the desire to further draw out the passion of their struggle and the mounting want to give in to whatever Mortimer wanted to do to her.

The taller, stronger rabbit took advantage of her indecisiveness, taking hold of both of her wrists with one paw, using the other to wrap beneath her lower back, pulling himself tighter against her body. He lowered his head toward her exposed neck. Josie bit her lip, expecting him to return the vicious biting she had inflicted upon him earlier. His warm breath tickled her earlobe, before he shifted slightly and nipped the side of her neck with his teeth. It was a teasing bite that sent shivers down her spine.

Josie's breath was coming in short, heaving bursts, catching in her throat. She tried to stifle the moan that was rising in her chest, but she couldn't stop her hips from grinding into his as he kissed, licked and bit her neck.

She could feel an orgasm welling up from her core, but she wanted to feel him inside her velvet walls first.

Channeling all of her strength and willpower, she twisted the lower half of her body and tried to extract herself. Mortimer chuckled playfully in her ear, keeping her arms pinned and moving his body to maintain his position over her. The tigress ended up flat on her belly, even more helpless than before, the hard length of her date's manhood nestled in the valley between her ass cheeks.

He nipped teasingly at her earlobe, with just enough force to make her call out his name. Josie didn't intend to cry out like that, but she didn't want him to stop. He brushed her platinum hair away from her neck with one paw, and teasing asked, ``Are you having fun now?'' His voice was thick and heavy with desire.

Josie only managed a muffled reply, her answer cut short quickly as she found herself pressed  face-first into the carpet. The rabbit ignored her plaintive struggles as he slid a paw up along her outer thigh, dragging the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her waist. She was thankful for the dim lighting in the room, but still felt incredibly exposed. She could feel his thirsty eyes drinking in the sight of her obvious desire.

Before Josie knew what he was doing, there was a sharp tugging at her hips and a tearing sound     as Mortimer tore away her lust-soaked thong and tossed it aside.

``Hey,'' she tried to protest - those were $40 panties! - but her voice was again muted by the carpet. Seeking to regain control of the situation, she tried to push herself up, bracing against the floor with her knees and elbows. She only succeeded, however, in pushing her ass up into the air, making her now-naked wetness more available to his virgin eyes.

As soon as she realized this, she tried to flatten her abdomen back against the floor, but Mortimer was faster, wrapping an arm beneath her stomach and holding her up. She fought in earnest, using her entire body. She was strong, but he was taller and stronger. He humored her for a moment as he used his free arm to fumble with something outside of Josie's field of vision. Josie was getting frustrated at being toyed with. She wanted to roll back over onto her back, wrap her arms and legs tightly around her date, and pull him inside of her.

She heard the sharp crack a moment before she felt it, a hot, stinging sensation spreading across her ass. She was so stunned that she stopped struggling, as Mortimer repeated the blow on the opposite cheek, striking her with his belt. The blows continued, as he alternated between left and right. More. She wanted more. And she didn't realize that she was screaming the words out loud until she heard him chuckling behind her.

``How much more?'' the basketball player asked.

``Everything you can give,'' she pleaded, thrusting her ass back at him.

The blows resumed, harder this time, but the tempo was varied, fast, then slow, continually changing, keeping her on edge so that she couldn't predict when the next flash of blissful pain would come. Her clitty throbbed, and she could feel an orgasm beginning to build. ``Harder,'' she moaned.

``Ask for it,'' Mortimer commanded.

``Please, harder,'' she gasped, her breathing ragged.

``Do you want to cum?''

``Yes, please. Make me cum, I'm so close!'' She cried.

``Tell me you're sorry. Sorry for making me do this,'' Mortimer hissed through clenched teeth as he rained the strikes down on her tender buttocks at full strength.

``I'm sorry!'' Josie was literally crying, her tears staining the fur around her eyes before falling to the rough carpet. ``I'm sorry, please, just let me cum!''

Before the word `cum' could leave her mouth, Mortimer drew back his hips and thrust his cock into Josie in one long, decisive stroke. ``Mine,'' he grunted, entwining the fingers from one of his paws into her hair as he slapped her ass with the belt again. He didn't even give her the opportunity to adjust to his size before he began moving, thrusting, fucking her deep and hard.

Giving in to her pleasure, Josie muttered something incoherent. Her entire body felt like one giant nerve, tingling with sexual energy. She had never been so thoroughly filled, so wet with arousal, so totally owned by anyone before in her life. She cried out and came in a flood of juices, her pussy clamping down around his invading shaft and squeezing, spraying her girlcum all over the front of his thighs.

The backs of her legs got wetter and wetter as Mortimer maintained his rhythm, not easing up his fucking to grant her any reprieve. Time lost meaning to her as they rutted, and she rode out a second, then third mind-numbing climax. Suddenly, she could tell that he was close to coming again, as he started moving in a faster, more insistent rhythm. ``Mine,'' he groaned again, tightening his grip in her sweaty silver hair and pulling her head back, lifting her paws up off the floor as he started to spasm inside of her.

His orgasm triggered Josie's fourth, her legs trembling as she felt his warmth spreading inside her belly. She thrilled at the sensation of his maleness twitching inside of her greedy cunny, filling her with his seed. As they came together, she felt Mortimer clamp his teeth down on her neck, perhaps a little too hard, but she enjoyed it nevertheless. He leaned over her, pressing his chest into her back, as the muscles of her cunny massaged him, milking more of his cum into her.

Panting into her ear, he sighed, ``Sorry. I-I just lost control of myself there.''

Josie turned her head, giving him a wicked grin. ``Mort, stop fucking apologizing. Things finally got interesting!'' To prove her point, she swished her striped tail back and tickled his balls, before curling around his muscular leg. Purring, she asked, ``So are you done, or can you go some more?''

``Come here,'' he said, clutching her body to his with his powerful arms, rising slowly to his feet and lifting her up off the carpet, his erection still firm and buried in her welcoming folds. He carried her like this over to the pristinely made bed, and dropped her onto her back. His member slipped free, and some of his pearly essence spilled out onto the comforter. Mortimer stood over her, spreading her legs at the thighs, holding her wide open, her knees bent.

``Do it, Mort,'' Josie encouraged. ``Fuck me. Use me.''

The teenage rabbit didn't need to be told twice, and he pressed his hips forward, intending to plunge himself once again into the fiery depths of her pussy. His aim was off, however, and the tip of his cock nudged at the tight pucker of Josie's tailhole. She let out a soft gasp of surprise, and gave him a playful grin. While he had never been one to consider anal sex, he took his date's expression as a good sign, and pressed onward.

Josie had never tried anal sex before, either. No man had ever proven himself worthy of claiming her body as his, so she was both excited and nervous as she felt the pressure against her back door. Her entrance was slightly lubricated by the trickle of their mixed juices leaking out of her stretched slit and down into the cleft of her ass. The first determined shove was a surprise, then she felt him, hard and long, slowly filling up her up. Though she knew Mortimer was only about nine inches or so long, she felt as though he was almost a foot and a half.

``Fuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk,'' they groaned in unison as his hips came to rest against her muscular ass cheeks. Josie was torn between telling him to stop, that it was too much, and ever so badly to urge him to keep going, to never stop. Her pert nipples tingled, begging for attention, and her engorged love button pulsated, craving another release.

As Mortimer began moving his hips, she bucked her ass up toward him, meeting him on each thrust, forcing him deeper into her bowels. She was insane with lust, and tugged at the bedding, using the blankets to stifle her moans of ecstasy. She grabbed the back of his neck with her free paw, and as her tight passage loosened around his invading member, she was able to gyrate her hips even more forcefully. She closed her eyes at the intense pleasure, and her lips quivered as she attempted to speak.

``Rub my clit... rub it...'' she desperately pleaded.

Josie didn't have to ask twice, and Mortimer began furiously rubbing at her cum-slicked pearl, cupping his entire paw over her mound. The sensation only served to reinvigorate his lover as she began pinching and twisting her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Her back suddenly arched up off the bed and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure as a stream of clear liquid erupted from her empty cunny, coating Mortimer's paw and soaking their thighs and sheets further. She let out another scream, this one just barely audible, and even more of her nectar sprayed across their loins. Her orgasm proved to be too much for the athletic rabbit, and he pulled out of her clenching anus, pressing the underside of his pulsing shaft between her soaked labia. His balls tightened and he groaned loudly as he came, his cum shooting forth in a series of spurts, and landing all over the muscular tigress's toned abs and perky breasts.

Mutually spent and sated, Mortimer fell to Josie's side on the bed. In a surprising move, she rolled over to face him, and gently caressed his cheek. ``That was... wow... Who knew the rumors would prove to be true?'' The young couple got a good laugh at that comment, and laid together in comfortable silence for a while.

``Do you think we could ever love each other?'' he said with even more need than he had at the height of his arousal, tears escaping his eyes, but managing to keep a smile. He thought he already knew the answer, but as much as he didn?t want to hear it, he had to know for sure.

``I don't know,'' Josie shrugged. ``Do you want to love me? I'm kind of a bitch.''

``Kind of?'' He laughed. ``You're the biggest bitch I know. But I've seen what one night with a nice guy can do for you.'' She shot him a playful look of mock insult, then gave him one last pinch, this time on his ass.

``I guess it's not that unreasonable,'' Josie replied thoughtfully. ``I admit, even though the night didn't go like I hoped, I still had a great time.'' She looked him in his eyes, her green orbs shining like emeralds. ``Thank you, Mortimer.'' He smiled; she finally called him by his full first name.

``You can call me `Mort,' if you like.''

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October 6, 2012

Mortimer woke up and rolled over, throwing his arm onto empty mattress. After last night, it certainly wasn't what he was expecting. Josie's spot in the bed was already cold. ``I thought she would be here...'' the rabbit thought to himself, feeling rejected. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Although he hadn't meant to, he had fallen for his tigress lover, and he had been certain that she had developed at least some similar feelings for him, as well. He rolled over and out of the bed, and padded over to the bathroom, just in case, only to find it empty. He searched the room, finding no note or explanation as to why she had left him. Strangely enough, though, she had left all of her clothing behind. He carefully picked up her gown, her bra, her thong, and her heels, and placed them in his overnight bag.

``I wish she had given me her phone number,'' he thought to himself. ``I'd like to know that everything's okay,'' As he finished picking up the rest of his own clothing, he spotted her Blackberry on the floor. He picked this up, too, and found that she didn't keep her phone locked. Cycling through her contacts, Mortimer found the entry for `Dad,' and called the number.

``Hmm, Josie? Good morning, darlin'. Why are you calling? Are you all right?''

``Hi, Mr. Kaiser,'' the young man spoke nervously. ``I'm Mortimer Wallace. I was Josie's date to homecoming.''

``Mortimer, why are you calling from Josie's phone? Where is she? Did something happen?''

``I... I don't know, sir,'' he sighed. ``We were staying at the Rakai Hotel. I just woke up, and she wasn't here. But... her phone was, and... well, all of her clothes, too, sir.''

``Stay right there, son,'' Mr. Kaiser ordered. ``I'm calling the police, and I'm coming down there.''

Mr. Kaiser and the police came, and the next several hours where a whirlwind of questions for Mortimer. When did he last see Josie? Did they have sex? Had they been drinking? Why was he so scratched up? Did they have a fight? Was that his semen on the window? He would have been embarrassed at many of the questions, but he was more concerned about the whereabouts of his date. Self-pity and doubt changed into fear and worry, something he never thought he would have ever felt three days earlier when the bossy tigress demanded that he take her to the dance.

Eventually, the police asked Mortimer if they could take him to headquarters for additional questioning. He didn't blame them for doubting him; Josie's disappearance made no sense, and if he were in their situation, he'd probably be just as skeptical. The basketball player allowed the officers to escort him out to a squad car, and he was driven away. As the hotel disappeared behind him, he cried; not for himself, but for the only woman that had ever managed to break through his shell. The only woman he'd ever loved.

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Date Unknown, Location Unknown

Josie woke up to the feeling of her stomach growling. She had the most awful headache she could remember, and her muscles ached entirely more than they should after a night of dancing and rough sex. She was sorely tempted to just call off from her job and spend a quiet day in her room recovering, but first she needed breakfast.

Panic set in as she came to her senses - her eyes were open, but she was surrounded in darkness. She was unable to sit up, because she was already upright. Her wrists were above her head, the harsh jingle of metal telling her she was shackled. Her ankles were similarly bound beneath her.

Her back and rump were pressed against cool, hard, damp stone, the moisture soaking into her fur and giving her a chill. The stink of mildew, feces, and vomit assaulted her nostrils, and she dry heaved several times as her already empty stomach failed to expunge anything. The tortured groans of pain and starvation echoed through the stone corridors, but her sharp ears also picked up on the sharp crack of a whip snapping and low, sexual grunts and moans.

Josie fought to remain calm and assess her situation. She'd obviously been taken, possibly even sold. She could call out for help, but listening to the noises around her, she doubted she'd get any, and probably draw unwelcome attention to herself. She'd honestly rather die than allow herself to be violated, but conversely, if she didn't get something to eat soon she'd likely die anyway. If she could get the blindfold removed, then she could take stock of her surroundings and formulate a plan to escape.

``Hello...?'' Her throat was dry and her voice cracked as she called out. ``Hello? Somebody? Anybody?'' A moment later, she heard the grating sound of metal turning on metal, and the slow creaking of hinges - a door being opened? She was in a cell? - and the clicking of clawed feet against the cold stone floor.

``Finally awake?'' A harsh, raspy, but undeniably female voice asked. ``You've been out for four days. I guess that's to be expected, though. That old crow gets carried away sometimes.''

``Where am I? Who are you? What's going to happen to me?''

``Not my call, pretty. I promise you, though, that it will all be better if you listen to what you're told,'' the voice told her.

``Can I get some food and water, and my blindfold taken off, please?''

Harsh light assaulted her retinas as the cloth strip covering her face was removed, and she clenched her eyes shut in pain. Gradually, she opened them further, getting accustomed to having her vision returned. The woman in front of her was reptilian, covered in filthy blue scales and white and yellow feathers. She held up a flask and a half loaf of bread.

Thirstily gulping down several mouthfuls of water, she coughed violently, spraying her visitor with the liquid. ``Slowly,'' the woman said. Listening, Josie carefully swallowed down the rest of the flask.

``Thank you,'' Josie sighed. The woman held the bread up to the tigress's muzzle, and she bit off a couple of mouthfuls, thankful to have something in her belly again.

``So, what's your name, pretty?'' the reptile asked.

``Josie. Yours?''

``Traixa.'' Josie wondered what kind of strange name that was.

``Where are we, Traixa?''

``They call this place `Wyverncrest.'''

``I've never heard of it. Can you tell me anything else?''

``Nobody ever comes here willingly, I'm afraid. We all get brought here, same as you.''

``Well that's fucking helpful,'' Josie muttered. ``How do I get out?''

``Where would you go? None of us know what's out there. It could be even worse!''

``What are my options, then?''

``Do what you're told to stay alive, please the mistress, and raise yourself to a better station.''

``Who's the mistress?''

As if on cue, a tall figure stepped into the doorway. ``That's enough, Traixa,'' a gentle, soothing voice said, melodically. The lizard woman cringed, and backed away from the captive tigress, revealing a mountain of a woman. Her scales looked as though each had been sculpted from onyx, and her hair woven from silver. By all appearances, she was half-equine and half-reptile, and all malice. ``My name, little one, is Zaradeth. I am in charge of Wyverncrest, and I oversee the training of all the slaves here. If you do not want to end up cleaning excrement off the walls, or becoming a cum dumpster for goblins, you had better make me happy.''

``How do I do that?'' For the first time since she was a child, Josie felt insignificant.

``You were brought here at my request,'' Zaradeth stood. ``I have been looking for someone with the potential to rival my own cruelty, skimming through multiple planes of existence. I have been watching you for months, by your reality's standards, and I think that you will do nicely.''

``What do you mean? I've never -''

``Never what? Whipped someone? Tortured them? Maimed? Killed? Raped?'' The ebony creature cackled malevolently. ``And tell me, why not? Laws. Rules. Restrictions. But you have wanted to do these things. You thought about it, but the shackles of your society held you back from being yourself. Tell me I'm wrong.''

``I... No, you're not wrong,'' Josie sighed. ``I'm a monster.''

``Good,'' Zaradeth cooed sweetly into her ear. ``Here is what is going to happen, then. My Master wants to elevate me into his harem, but Wyverncrest needs a mistress, someone to break and train the new slaves so that they can serve the master properly. That is where you come in. Here, there are no rules, except for your own, and the Master's. And I assure you, he is very lenient with his rules.''

``So I -''

A silky, silver paw streaked out, slashing Josie across her face, scarring her cheek. ``One of the first rules of mine you will come to learn and obey is, `do not interrupt the Mistress.''' Zaradeth glared hard at Josie, waiting for a sign that she understood. A moment later, Josie nodded, and the Mistress continued her lecture. ``You are going to serve me, and serve me well. I am going to inflict horrible pain and torture on you, so that you can learn to give it to others. I will mold you into my image, and when you are ready, you will take my place and I will be gone from this wretched shithole.''

``And if I fail you... Mistress?'' Josie suddenly added that last word as another silky, silver paw was raised at her.

``You'll wish you had tried harder.''

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