The following pages contain subject matter that some may find disturbing and/or disgusting. Others may feel exactly the opposite, and the latter group are the ones this is for. This story contains subjects of kidnapping, semi-rape, implied rape, child prostitution, very mild watersports, and explicitly coerced sex between a teenage girl and a very young male. You have been warned, and continue at your own risk.

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"Dad..." whispered a small, but insistent voice.

The young zebra waited for a few moments, knowing he wasn't supposed to talk in the theater, but his bladder was already straining to hold back.

"Dad!"

"Shhh!" his father snapped gently, then leaned in close to speak more quietly. "People are trying to watch the movie. What is it?"

"Dad, I have to pee," his voice was a small whimper this time as he resisted the urge to either run out or wet himself.

"I told you this would happen when you got that soda," he admonished the boy with no sincere anger. "You're a big boy, go pee. Just come straight back here." 

With a firm nod, the squirming youth bolted from his seat, scrambling over his father who was, thankfully, the only person between him and the aisle. Down the stairs, and out the door in a matter of seconds, all the while struggling to keep from wetting his pants. To him, at least, it was a small miracle when he finally managed to open the zipper and let loose his aching bladder in front of the urinal. So distracted by that blissful release, was he, that the sound of someone else coming in went completely unnoticed.

"Excuse me," came an authoritative voice from behind the little colt, just as he was zipping up.

Jumping slightly, he turned, eyes turning up to look at the tall male now before him. A fox, probably in his twenties, dressed in an usher's uniform was standing there with a stern look on his face that clearly meant he was in trouble.

"Y-Yes, Mister Fox?" he asks, stammering.

"My name's Sephen, I'm an usher here with the theater. Now, may I see your ticket stub?" his voice wasn't mean, but it was firm.

He'd never been stopped for a ticket before, but then he wasn't usually alone in the theater, either. It didn't occur to him that it might be strange for someone to follow him into the bathroom. Darien had only recently even been allowed to go to the bathroom in public by himself, although his mom still made him come with her. He liked that his dad didn't, but now as his eyes began to water he really wished his dad was there.

"I...I don't have it," The colt answered, eyes locked on his feet, but then he looks up brightly. "But my dad does! He's in the theater, he'll show you."

"Well then, what's your name? I'll have someone get your dad so he can show us the ticket," the fox sounded much nicer, now, and even smiled a little.

"Darien, Sir," he responded less afraid, now, although his dad might be mad about this.

"Okay, Darien, wash up and you'll have to come with me for a bit until one of the other ushers gets your dad. And please, call me Sephen." His voice was soft and apologetic, "I'm sorry, but it's the rules, I'll get in trouble if I let you back in the theater without a ticket."

"You get in trouble?" Darien asks, his eyes wide as he washes his hands. "But you're a grown up!"

"Haha, of course I do," the fox chuckled as he answered. "You have to follow the rules when you grow up just like you do now. So how old are you?"

"I'm eight," the young male said rather proudly. "Just had my birthday last month!"

Opening a door to one side, the fox ushers Darien inside a theater, which the colt suddenly realized wasn't the right one at all. In fact it was completely empty.

"Sephen, this isn't the right..." he started.

A rag covering his mouth cut off the sentence before he could finish.

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Darien's eyes opened slowly, his mouth was dry and his head hurt badly, like he fell on it. For a moment he thought he did, but then he remembered walking into an empty theater and Sephen... Another fact suddenly became apparent, too, as his eyes finally focused in the dark room and found a strange man in front of him.

"Where's the theater?" he asks, more confused than anything, disoriented from the drug. "Where's my dad?!"

The second question was much more urgent, having realized at roughly that same moment that he was firmly tied up, arms behind him and legs bound together tightly. Darien might be young, he might have been naive enough to follow whatever Sephen said, but he wasn't stupid. His eyes widen with terror, and then clenched shut, screaming out at the top of his lungs as tears began to roll down his cheeks without hesitation.

"Please, don't kill me!" He cried out, words already becoming choked with tears.

He'd heard about cubnappers before, and he knew that they were going to do a lot more to him than kill him. He knew what people usually did to cubs they cubnap, but even more than he feared that, he didn't want to die.

"P-Please, I'll do...anything...! I w-won't tell...tell anyone, either!" he shouted, not even bothering to struggle against the ropes holding him. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill meee!!!"

"Be quiet!"

A deep voice yelled, the sound of it practically stopping the young colt's heart, and made his breath catchin in his throat. Darien was silent, except for the sound of his sobbing, his whole body literally trembling with fear as he lie bound in what seemed to be a surprisingly soft bed.

"That's better..." the voice spoke again, no longer shouting. "Open your eyes."

Darien did as he was told, too afraid to disobey, and laid eyes open the figure again. A large, frightening leopard was sitting in a wooden chair that was surely normal size but looked entirely too small for the over-sized male. Somehow, he was both muscular and fat at the same time, with a large, round gut that stuck out and spilled onto his lap, yet with arms and legs that looked like they could snap a man in half.

"You'll do anything? As long as I don't kill you, you say? That's good, because the first thing you need to know is that as long as you do everything I tell you to, I won't kill you," the tiger stated in a cold, emotionless tone. "The second thing you need to know, is you will never, ever get away from me alive. Do you understand?"

Darien nodded meekly, "Y-Yes, Sir."

"Good, now I don't like tying cubs up like this, and you seem to be willing to be obedient, so if you promise not to do anything stupid, I will take the ropes off," the leopard smiled as he said this, but somehow it was not at all reassuring. "Of course, if you try to escape, I think we both know I can easily stop you. If you did manage to get past me, and past that locked door behind me, there are guards that will stop you, even if that means killing you."

The killing part was a bluff, but Darien believed every word this male said. Not to seemed like suicide. Besides, guards or not, this leopard could definitely stop him. He nodded his agreement without hesitation.

"Good, now I can get a proper look at the merchandise," the adult said casually while untying the ropes. "Can't risk unwrapping my new toys before they wake up. Not everyone is as concerned about their life as you are...they fight, and if they woke up in the middle of my inspection, someone would almost certainly get hurt--someone small and weak. Not you, though, right? You'll behave and not make me damage my brand new merchandise, right?"

Those last words sent chills down Darien's spine right to the tip of his tail and up to the tips of his ears. The thought of being 'merchandise' made him feel sick, and he had a good idea of exactly what his life was going to be like as long as he was trapped here. Still, it was better than dying...right? He nodded his agreement with hesitation.

Large paws pulled the ropes completely free, yet it made the colt somehow feel even more trapped than before. He was no longer bound, but now it was only his complete inability to escape this situation that held him there, docile and obedient.

"Normally, I'd do this myself, but since you promised to do anything I'll give you the opportunity to live up to your word, little guy," the leopard smirked, licking his lips sadistically. "Take your clothes off, everything, and I don't want to see any hesitation."

It wasn't like this was unexpected, if anything, so far this was much less unpleasant than Darien had first imagined when he first woke up a few minutes ago. With that in mind, he hoped that if he behaved, maybe he wouldn't even be abused like the cubs he heard about on the news. This time, he didn't hesitate, if only because he was ordered not to. Instead, he stripped hurriedly, throwing clothes onto the bed until he was completely naked mere seconds later without a word spoken. Back to his captor--his owner--the little male looked over his shoulder to check for approval, shy in spite of his fear.

"Damn..." the leopard spoke at first, licking his lips again, much more lewdly. "I would've paid double what I did for a body like yours. Now turn around, let's see the whole package."

As he did, the leopard's eyes went wide, making Darien stumble back in fear, falling onto the bed with a soft squeak.

"What'd I do? I'm sorry!" he pleads, thinking he had upset his captor.

"Do? You didn't do anything, and you certainly have nothing to apologize for," suddenly, for the first time, the leopard seemed at least a little less scary than before. "Here I thought I was getting a good deal when I bought you, but I had no idea. You are going to be my golden goose, Darien."

"What do you mean?"

The colt looked up in confusion, covering himself with his hands as the leopard got up from his chair. That is until his hand was roughly snatched away, leaving him in full view again.

"I've seen boys twice your age that weren't hung like this. Not large by adult standards, but probably average," the leopard's mouth was literally watering as he looked at that virgin cock. "...Can you get it hard?"

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Darien had been moved to a much nicer room tonight for reasons he wasn't sure of, although he could make a good guess. Even in spite of knowing what might be coming for him, the little zebra was taking the opportunity to enjoy himself. Cola and some sandwiches were in the fridge, and he indulged immediately. He hadn't eaten much or had any sort of luxuries in the past couple weeks since his capture. The nameless leopard that kept him, however, had been true to his word. He'd been obedient, and he hadn't been harmed in all that time.

That isn't to say it was pleasant, either. He had been 'in training' the entire time, forced to concede to humiliating and uncomfortable activities. His tail hole was getting stretched each day, a little at a time and even though he had been told he was lucky they were bothering at all, he rarely felt lucky when it was happening. He was told that he was special, and that extra precautions were being taken to make sure he 'lasted a long time'. It wasn't something he felt particularly good about, but he followed the rules and yesterday he was informed that his training was over. So, the colt eased himself with the thought that this was merely a reward for his good behavior. Of course, even he knew that was just foolish dreaming.

There was a television and a couple of recent video games to go with it, in which he was becoming quite engrossed by the time there was a soft knock at the door. Muscles tensed, and Darien froze in his seat. Under him, he could almost feel the pain under his tail as he imagined what kind of man might come through those doors--and looking for what.

"Open up, Darien, I'm the babysitter," came a soft, almost sing-song voice--a female voice.

He hadn't seen a female since he got here, only scary-looking guys, usually with weapons. All his defenses dropped suddenly and he rushed over to the door, temporarily forgetting who and where he was, now. He opened the door, and was greeted with what even a boy his age knew was a very beautiful girl. A lithe snow leopard stood outside the doorway, her skirt almost short enough for the much shorter boy to straight up until she bent down to give him a peck of a kiss on the forehead.

"Oh my, aren't you just the cutest," she spoke with a smile. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

A bit dumbfounded at such nice treatment, the young equine looked at her, then with confusion at a guard that was right outside the door, before giving a bewildered nod. He didn't understand what was going on, or why the guard hadn't let her in, but he didn't have time to ask.

"Great!" she exclaimed a bit over-politely before slipping inside and swiftly shutting the door behind her. "So, my name's Lessa, and yours is Darien, right?"

"Yes, what are you...?"

"I'm your babysitter, silly," she interrupted skillfully. "That means I'm here to make sure you don't get into trouble or eat too much junk food, and put you to bed at the end of the night. Haven't you ever had a babysitter before?"

"Of course, but not since I got here," he looks down, suddenly feeling rather sad.

"Hey now, none of that sad stuff tonight, okay?" the leopardess insisted upon seeing that look. "The master here lets me watch over a lot of the new boys when they first come in."

Looking up at her, tears were forming in Darien's eyes. To think that someone so nice would come see him after what he'd been through somehow made it all seem a lot less bad.

"Aw, don't cry, little guy," she soothed, wiping a tear from his cheek. "I tell you what, to start the night, you can go back to playing that game you were on. Would that cheer you up?"

"R-Really? My last babysitter wanted to watch the TV the whole time," Darien sniffled, but a smile spread across his muzzle.

"I'm not that kind of babysitter," she says with a smirk. "I take an interest in the boys I watch."

This made the colt smile even wider, and he ran back to the bed, where he was sitting to play his game.

"What're you gonna do, Lessa?" he asks curiously. "No one's been this nice to me for a long time. I don't want you to be bored."

"That's so sweet of you. Don't worry, though, I promise I won't be bored."

As he started to play again, the snow leopardess slid onto the bed behind him, sitting up against the wall.

"Come sit back here with me, Darien. You don't need to be so close to the TV."

He pouted, sliding back against the wall next to his nice new babysitter. Now she really did seem like a grown-up, but he also kind of liked having someone normal around for once.

"Not like that..." she scolded playfully, before pulling him over to sit between her legs. "I'm sure this is a lot more comfortable."

His head was resting right against the small cushion of her bosom, which was certainly comfortable, although he wasn't entirely sure he should be there. The white of his furred cheeks showed this blush faintly, as the colt's face turned hot with embarrassment.

"I...I guess so, yeah," he responded nervously.

She's really cute...I hope this is really okay, he thought to himself, going back to gaming if a little distracted this time. After a few more minutes, the light suddenly went out, making him jump a little in surprise, looking back at Lessa in confusion.

"Sorry, I hope you don't mind I turned the light off," she apologized, hugging her arms around his waist.

"No, but how come?"

"I just thought it would make things more comfortable. It's nice to be like this in the dark, don't you think?"

"I guess so...it is kind of nice," he responded honestly.

It felt nice having her arms around him. It was nice to be held like this, made him feel safe and happy in a way Darien hadn't felt for a very long time. He relaxed a bit more, playing his game while he leaned back into Lessa's warm, gentle embrace. Even the feel of her soft breasts against the back of his head was comforting, although it still had his mind occasionally drifting to other thoughts. He didn't realize just how much, though, until a soft paw brushed over what he came to realize was his semi-hard maleness.

This time, he jumped more than a little, pulling away quickly, but was easily held in place by the older feline. She might have been just a girl--and not a very big one--but she was probably twice his age and that made up for a lot. With a gentle, but unyielding hold, Lessa kept him there but pulled her paw away from his groin.

"Wh-What are you doing?" he asks, fear showing in his voice.

"Don't worry, I promise it's something good, and it'll be fun for the both of us," she says persuasively. "Now, go back to playing with your game, and let me play with you."

"I don't...think I want to," he stammered, pulling at her hold again, before resigning back in defeat.

"You'll like it if you just let me," she insisted again.

This time, she didn't just go back to touching over his pants, the leopardess deftly opened them with one paw and pulled his black zebra cock out into the open air whether he wanted her to or not.

"Lessa, please...stop," he whimpered, squirming in her arms.

However, when she didn't rather than whimper a soft, almost feminine moan escaped the trapped colt's muzzle, much to his embarrassment. That soft paw gripped around his cock, which rapidly grew to full hardness in her grasp at a rather impressive--for his age--six inches.

"See? I told you you'd like it," she teased while pawing him slowly.

"I...You're not supposed to do this," he whimper-moaned again.

"Sure I am...there's nothing wrong with doing something if it feels good," she spoke softly, but her voice carried a tone that the young male didn't really understand. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Y-Yes...is it...really okay?"

"Absolutely...and we're going to do a lot more than this."

As she spoke this last time Darien felt something hot and wet rub up against his back, which confused him for a moment, then it hit him.

"Y-You're not wearing underwear!"

She chuckled, "Of course not, that would just get in the way of our fun. Besides, I would've ruined them by now. I've been wet ever since I saw you."

The colt blushed furiously, realizing just how far things were going to go, but he had given up the idea of fighting. He couldn't escape if he wanted to, and it did feel really good so far. The poor colt was so confused and as she turned him around, he let out a gasp before being pulled into a suddenly, deep kiss. She pushed her tongue forcefully into his muzzle and without thinking, he suckled on it lightly. She tasted good, and maybe it was just the feelings in his groin talking, but as she kissed him, he wanted to kiss her back.

Slowly, she laid him down on his back without breaking the kiss, pressing his head gently into the mattress as they made out. Darien was inexperienced, and not the best kisser, but she didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, she liked it even more all because we was completely new to everything. He wasn't just a virgin, having someone so young and fresh went so much further than anyone else could understand. This was her deepest, darkest pleasure, the act of introduction and corruption to the sexual arts.

"Now just lie back and enjoy this," she directs, a hint of warning in her gaze.

Leaning down, she first gives that nice equine cock a slow lick right from base to tip, then back down, starting to purr softly against his young prick. Tongue lapping gently over every inch of maleness, the little colt attached to it was starting to squirm again, this time in pleasure, her ministrations clearly too intense for the poor guy. That was exactly how she liked it, though, continuing her teasing without letting up until she was satisfied.

Darien, meanwhile was feeling the effects of something akin to torture, while also experiencing the most intense pleasure he ever thought possible. Her tongue was a bit too rough for his sensitive maleness to the point it almost hurt, but in a way he couldn't explain it felt better because of that. Squirming more and more, just when he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, a sudden heat and slickness surrounded his length, making his eyes shoot open, which he had only just realized were tightly shut. However, instead of seeing Lessa between his legs like he expected, his entire field of vision was encompassed by the sight of her ass and dripping wet pussy moving down towards his face.

"I want you to lick it," she instructs, her voice firm and leaving no room for question. "Especially the hard little nub at the top."

Before he could ask any questions, his words were literally smothered by that soaking wet cunny pressing right against his lips. He had no choice but to obey. Tongue slipping out tentatively, the taste wasn't exactly appealing, but it wasn't disgusting, either, so he kept going, whimpering into her folds as Lessa returned to suckling on his maleness fully, now. It was hard to concentrate, but he did his best, exploring those wet nethers for this 'nub' she had talked about, and he found it, he knew. 

"Oh yes! Right there!" she cried out.

Sudden pressure forced its way down on his muzzle, making it hard to breathe, as Lessa ground her hips against him. He obediently kept lapping at that spot, uncertain of why, but her moans somehow made him want to make her feel even better. And it was only fair with how good he was feeling inside of her maw. Little hands gripping her ass, instinctively, he uses that broad equine tongue on her little clit as fast and hard as he can, the snow leopard rocking and moaning more all the time.

Just when it seemed either she might explode, or he might suffocate between her legs she let up, with a loud gasp, and swung around to face him again, this time straddling his hips.

"Normally, I wouldn't be so excited about this, but I've only ever been with cubs, and I've never seen one with a cock this size," she says, panting and lining him up with her entrance. "I have to cum on this cock, Darien!"

She moans out even louder than ever as she sinks herself down fully on his length. In spite of his age, or how much bigger she was than him, her tunnel was incredibly tight around him. A fact he'd learn later showed he was by far the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her.

"Darien, it's...it's...perfect!" she cried out.

Rocking her hips, the feline began to cum almost the instant she sank him inside her, having been so close already from his oral. The wave of pleasure racked her body, and she bounced rapidly, plunging that not-insubstantial length in and out of her own rather lithe body over and over again. A second time within moments, another peak hit and she locked up, cunny gripping his length even tighter than before, rippling along his length.

"L-Lessa...I feel funny...more than before," the colt whimpered.

"Let it happen! Just let it happen!" she cries out her response, still caught up in her own pleasures.

He whimpered and squirmed, beginning to thrust up against her as best he could with her weight forcing his hips into the mattress each time she pressed down. He, too, began to moan as the feeling grew stronger to the point where he thought he was sure he'd have to pee.

"I'm gonna pee, please stop!" he cried out, even though his hips were still bucking up against her all on their own.

"Keep going! You won't pee!"

Not quite believing her, but absolutely loving the sensations and if she told him to keep going, he would. That sensation, he could feel something else just out of reach, something he could tell was building up like a balloon filling up until it was ready to burst. He felt like he was ready to burst, and bucked even faster, desperately trying to reach that point.

It was like diving off a cliff. Seeing the ocean rushing closer, faster and faster, stomach jumping up into his throat and his entire body tingled and twitched, while the fear of hitting overwhelmed him. Yet there was nothing he could do to stop it, it just got stronger and stronger, and then, like hitting the ocean, he it happened. His heart felt like it stopped for a moment as he cried out like a girl when his orgasm finally overcame him. He had almost expected it to hurt with how intense the sensations had become, but as his climax rushed over the little colt, he experienced only a pleasure greater than anything anyone could have convinced him existed.

Then, as his climax died down moments later, his cock's twitching coming to a stop, another intense sensation rushed over him. The exhausted young equine hadn't even realized that all that soda he had earlier had had his bladder full to bursting and the moment he relaxed, it suddenly let go right inside of her pussy.

"Oh god, Darien!" the leopardess moans out, a third orgasm hitting her from the sensation of his fluid filling her.

If she wasn't so horny, she would've thought about what was happening, but the sensation of that hotness filling her up was simply another source of pleasure for the teenage female. Darien, meanwhile, realized only after a few seconds of filling her what he was doing, but somehow it felt so good to him that he just didn't want to stop, and she had told him to not to stop. So he kept himself buried, emptying his full, young bladder into the girl the first girl he ever mated with, while she continued to ride out her third climax which actually lasted longer than his flow.

Finally, with them both thoroughly exhausted and Lessa actually a bit sore from her first full-sized cock, she pulls free with a slight wince.

"Wait...you really did pee in me!" she gasped, blushing deeply, mostly because she had actually enjoyed it.

Darien shrank back in fear, "I'm sorry...you said not to stop."

Looking away a bit shyly, she then smirks.

"I guess it's okay, I should have believed you. To be honest, it felt surprisingly good, and like I always say: 'There's nothing wrong with doing something if it feels good'."

He nodded bashfully.

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Walking out of the bathroom after a nice shower together, Lessa picked Darien up and tossed him playfully on the bed. The both of them still naked, she hopped on top of him, straddling his lap with a naughty smile. He was already a bit hard between her legs.

"I have a confession to make, Darien," she began, running a paw over his chest. "I'm not really any sort of babysitter."

"What...do you mean?" he asks, rather confused, and suddenly worried.

"I was your first paying customer."