**Content warning:** This story contains a graphic, tasteless, and brutal depiction of a child rape. It will undoubtedly be very triggering to many readers, so I ask that you click off of this page if you might be one of them. Satisfying whatever curiosity you may have is not worth the stress this story may cause. If you are the type of reader that will not be so negatively affected by such content, I hope you enjoy <3.

	Another disclaimer: some readers may miscontrue this story as political/social allegory. It is not. It's porn. For transparency, I'm a progressive socialist. If this story were an allegory for the real world, it would have some really absurd racist connotations that I don't remotely believe in. This world I've created only exists because I think it's hot. If I ever were to write a story with some deep political message, I certainly wouldn't upload it to inkbunny.


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	I shuffled in my spot on the bed of the van, pressing my paws into the floor and sitting up, straightening my back against the wall, struggling to find a more comfortable position. I turned leaned my head on the wall. With my ear pressed to it, the sound of rocks kicking up from the tires and hitting the body of the car was amplified. We must have been on a gravel road, a hypothesis strengthened by the evidence of my ass cheeks, now sore from the bumpy ride and hard floor.

	"How much further?" I asked the black cat in the driver's seat, Alex, my friend.

	"Almost there. Just a few minutes." He replied.

	With a sigh, I forced myself to look over at the third individual with us in the van. Someone I had avoided looking at this whole time out of guilt. A small goat boy, 8 years old, so young his horns haven't even come in yet, arms bound behind his back, blindfolded, and gagged in the back of the van across from me. The white fur on his face was still wet from tears. He got tired of sobbing some time ago, but he never stopped shaking, the poor boy was terrified.

	There was a significance to the boy's species. This town was pretty much exclusively run by goats, and with me as a wolf, and Alex as a cat, they didn't much like us for our "carnivorous dispositions." Devouring had been illegal ever since herbivore-carnivore societies had been integrated, but that didn't stop the herbivores from throwing us into the slums while they gentrified the homes we used to have. "Integrated," my ass. And that's how this boy, Ollie, the mayor's son, found himself in the back of our van. Alex says we can use him; that he's important for securing carnivore rights. I don't know what he's going to do, but he says we won't hurt the kid, and I trust him. We're fighting to change history. If we need to scare a child to achieve that goal, then so be it, but that doesn't mean I can't feel sorry for him.

	I felt my center of gravity shift as the van turned. The ride got even bumpier, indicating we were driving off the road. Looking out the windshield, I could see we were going deeper into the woods. Not long after, I heard the soft whine of the brakes as the van came to a stop. The rumble from the engine ceased as Alex turned the key and the car rocked as he stepped out and shut the door. I could hear a soft whimper from the terrified goat as Alex walked around to the back. When he opened the back door, Ollie jumped and scrambled to the opposite side, now starting to sob again, no doubt scared for his life. Alex approached the boy and grabbed the knot at the back of the blindfold, eliciting a startled gasp from the young goat as he untied it. Ollie's eyes were pink from the half-hour of crying he had just done, and now new tears streamed down his face. When Alex removed the gag, the kid wasted no time pleading for his life.

	"P-P-Please don't eat me, sir! I w-w-want to see my mama!" He managed to blurt out through his sobs.

	"We ain't gonna eat you, kid. We don't do that. They lie to you about us, you know?" Alex reassured.

	"Let me go, p-p-please!" Ollie begged, not even listening.

	Alex frowned. He didn't like that response, so to get the one he wanted, he grabbed the back of the kid's head and leaned in, almost pressing his nose against Ollie's. I tensed up at this interaction, but I held my tongue. Alex won't hurt the kid. I know he won't. This is just part of the plan.

	"Listen here, grass-muncher," Alex growled. "You have no fucking idea what it's like being a carnivore. We live in hunger, filth, and death. We scrounge for pennies. Our children go to bed hungry and our streets are lined with drugs. You know who did that? You. Your kind up there in your ivory towers. You look down on us and laugh. You laugh at the pain and suffereing YOU caused because it ain't you down there! And now, I'm gonna make you feel that pain." The last line made the kid recoil and scream.

	"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" He begged, but Alex wasn't having it. The cat got on his knees, making himself as tall as he could within the van's limited space. Alex was my best friend all throughout middle school, and now with both of us in our last year of high school, I thought I knew him as well as I knew myself, but never in a million years would I guess what he would do next. He brought his paws to his crotch and began unzipping his pants.

	I couldn't even process the appalling shit I was seeing. For a split second, I rationalized it. Maybe he had his fly open and he's zipping it up? Maybe there's something on his pants and he's not reaching for the zipper? No, no, none of that is right. He's unzipping his pants. I could not imagine a more absurd scenario if I tried. My best friend of seven years, who I thought I knew, is about to rape a child. What the fuck is happening?

	"Whoa, whoa! Alex what the fuck? Seriously? You said we weren't gonna hurt him!" I spoke up.

	"Ethan, I know you want this," he replied. "You're a wolf, he's a goat. You're the predator, he's the prey. They may have fucked with the natural order, but this is how it's supposed to be. We exist to dominate, they exist to submit. So, if we can't devour them, we fuck them. His body belongs to you, Ethan. Take what's yours."

	His response set my mind aflame. Here was this poor kid, innocent and terrified, moments from being abused. His kind may be the reason I live in poverty, but he is only 8, what sins could he commit? I wanted to stop Alex. I wanted to protect the kid. But, at the same time, I could not deny the feeling that Alex was right. I had never left my home town. I had never seen as much money in my whole life as this kid sees in a day. I had never had sex. I wanted to release all of my pent up tension on this child. I wanted to hurt him like his kind hurt me. I wanted to tear off his clothes and plunge my knot into his ass.

	Alex unzipped his pants and pulled them down just enough to free his barbed feline cock. Ollie flinched as it came loose and looked up at the cat with his stuffy eyes, simultaneously asking "please let me go" and "what are you doing?" without saying a word.

	"I want you to suck on this. Like a lollipop," Alex said calmly, but stiffly, as he gently placed a paw on top of the child's head.

	"Please, m-mister, I don't want to. P-P-Please let me go," the goat begged through a quivering voice as he shook off Alex's hand, his puppy-dog eyes tearing up again.

	Alex grabbed the fur atop the kid's head and pulled it back, getting close enough again for his breath to fill Ollie's nostrils as he spoke. "I'm not gonna say it again. Suck my fucking cock or I'll shove it down your throat anyway. And if you bite, I'll break your fucking neck and use your corpse."

	Ollie, obviously, didn't respond well to such an aggressive demand. He screamed and hopelessly tried to squirm out of the cat's grasp, but Alex was far too strong. He must've known the kid would react like this. Maybe he wanted him to. The little goat kept crying, completely unresponsive to Alex's demands, so, the cat took initiative. He waited for Ollie's mouth to open amidst his sobs, and shoved his big, barbed cock down the child's throat.

	"Ooooh, fuck~" he moaned as his member plunged into Ollie's mouth, extra warm and moist from all his crying. His cock surged past the goat's uvula and nestled itself within his tight thoat. Ollie's eyes went wide and he tried to pull away, but Alex's firm grasp pushed the goat's head towards him, sinking his cock deep and pressing the child's nose to the black fur above his cock. Ollie gagged, which only increased Alex's pleasure. The feeling of the kid's throat pulsing on his cock was so good that Alex pushed him harder against his crotch, just to make him gag again. He moaned again and then pulled out to give the kid some breath.

	Ollie retched and coughed as Alex let him go, sucking up spit and breathing heavily. He retreated further back against the wall and started screaming.

	"HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!" He screamed desperately, as loud as he could, hoping in vain that someone would hear him and free him from this nightmare. But we were in the middle of nowhere. No one was coming, and it was only going to get worse.

	"Ah, dammit," Alex remarked. "I pushed him too hard. He won't suck me off now, and if I force it he'll puke. Just gonna get myself off and finish in his throat."

	I was at a loss for what to think. I was seeing a side of Alex that was completely unknown to me. He was ruthless to this child; barbaric. The kid was screaming and crying and he didn't care. He only stopped because he thought puking would be gross, not because he felt any remorse. My best friend was sending this child through a living hell; a nightmare beyond my wildest imagination. The pain this innocent child was suffering was something that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies. And the worst part? It was hot. It was *so* fucking hot. Hotter than any porn I'd ever seen. Hotter than anything I could ever come up with. The child was suffering and the only thing I wanted was to be the one causing that suffering. I pulled my pants down to free my precum-dribbling cock as thoughts of knotting him raced through my mind.

	"Ah, yeah, I'm close~" Alex moaned, the sudden noise thrusting me back into reality. Ollie, terrified of being abused again, shut his mouth tight. I don't even think the kid wanted to be defiant. He was so terrified that his body was on autopilot and doing everything it could to defend itself. With a sigh, Alex pinched the boys's nostrils. Ollie quickly realized what was happening, and looked up at him to plead through his stuffy, watery eyes one more time. Alex didn't care. It didn't take long for the little goat to gasp for air, and as soon as he did, Alex plunged his cock back into the boy's throat, just as deep as before.

	"Ah, fuck! Ahhh~" the cat moaned, quickly blowing his load down the child's throat. When Ollie felt the liquid pumping down his esophagous, he coughed, spitting some of it back up. Alex didn't stop cumming. Ollie didn't want to cough again and risk it going down his lungs, so he desperately started gulping it down. Alex pumped more and more cum into the child, moaning in deep pleasure as Ollie's tight throat contracted around his cock, gulping as much of it down as he could. The little goat's throat slowly filled with Alex's cum. The boy could taste it coming up to his tongue and feel it filling his nasal passage.

	"Swallow it all, bitch. You're mine now." The cat demanded before pulling his cock out of the child. Ollie gasped for air, retched, coughed, and tried to suck up his cum-laden spit as some of it dribbled from his mouth and onto the floor.

	The little goat collapsed with his back against the wall of the van. He was no longer screaming, just sobbing and pleading.

	"Please let me go. Please. I want my mama."

	"We ain't done yet. My friend still needs a turn," Alex replied as he grabbed the child. Alex put him on his knees, turned him around, and bent him over, pressing his head to the floor, before pulling down the kid's shorts, giving me the perfect view of his ass. The white fur of his cheeks was tinted red from sitting on the floor for so long. His little balls were cute, with the softest, cleanest fur you could imagine. Those herbivores ate well, and his plump ass and hourglass body was evidence of that. But all my focus was on that little pink hole of his. Thoughts of penetrating him deep, of voilating that tight hole raced through my mind. He was mine, and I was going to take what was mine. I didn't care if he didn't want me to.

	I moved over to him and pressed his head hard into the floor. The roughness made him cry and beg me not to hurt him. I didn't answer. The kid had no idea what was going to happen to him... until I pressed my tip against his hole.

	"NO! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" The kid screamed and squirmed desperately to get away, but I wasn't about to let him go. A deep, hungry growl eminated from my chest as I looked down. The precum dribbling out of my cock lubed up his hole. This was it: the moment I claim my prey.

	I placed my paw on the kid's back and pressed him into the floor to hold him still, and started pressing my tip against his hole, increasing the force, trying to penetrate his tight hole.

	"OW! OW! STOP IT! STOP!" The child screamed as I pressed harder, and harder. I placed my paws on his hips, forcing him onto my cock as I pressed as hard I could. It wouldn't go in. I eased up and took a frustrated breath.

	"It won't fucking go in!" I growled, anger building up within me.

	"Just keep trying!" Alex encouraged me.

	I tried again, the anger pushing me on. With my paws on his hips I pulled and pulled. I pressed with all my might, until finally, almost to my disbelief, my glans popped into him.

	Ollie screamed louder than I had ever heard him. The pain must've been unimaginable. He wasn't saying anything, just screaming and crying in unbearable pain. On the contrary, I was in pure bliss. I never knew I needed this. To claim my prey in such a brutal way felt right. I was fulfilling a desire that had been with me ever since I was born. Previously, I never knew it was there, but now I was certain that it always was. My natural duty as a male and as a predator was being fulfilled, and I was just getting started.

	I pushed harder. The little goat's body was in no condition to deny me. My cock easily plunged deeper, and deeper, until my knot pressed against his ass. I know Ollie was screaming, and maybe Alex said something, but I couldn't hear them. I was lost in bliss. Knot-deep in this 8-year-old goat child, I felt powerful. For once in my life, I was taking what was mine. This is what it was like to be a predator: taking whatever I wanted from my prey. In this instance, I was taking his virginity, as brutally as I pleased, without a care for his suffering. My soul was overflowing with the feral desire to ravage this child. I pressed his head into the floor, growling and frothing at the mouth, my eyes and mind blank, as I moved my hips back and plunged my cock back into his tight hole. I ravaged him, his warm, tight passage sucking me in, sending shivers of pleasure through my body with each brutal thrust.

	I have no idea how long I fucked him for. My sense of time was demolished by my overwhelming lust for his body. I was stuck in a trance. Then I felt it. That familiar feeling I knew from masturbation. The one that starts deep and slowly fills your body and cock with bliss. I was going to cum. The feeling brought me back to reality a little, just enough to remember how small he was, and that there was no way I could knot him. Regardless, I had to try, there was no way I was going to pass it up. I placed my paws on his hips and plunged deep into him for one last time. I pulled his ass towards me and pressed my hips forward. I gritted my teeth and grunted as I put all my might into popping that knot inside. The child squirmed and screamed as his hole started to give way, spreading wider and wider as my knot slowly made its way. It wasn't enough. I screamed from the exertion. I pulled and pressed as my muscles bulged, until finally, to my utter disbeleif, with a slick 'pop,' my knot surged past his hole and lodged itself inside.

	I screamed from the ultimate pleasure of plunging my knot into my prey's tight hole. My whole body shivered as I pumped my load into the little goat. My knot swelled as I came, almost painfully locking my cock inside the child, ensuring we wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. The poor kid was still screaming, albeit through a weaker voice, with a throat sore from the that feline cock he took and all the screaming from the pain of my cock inside him. It's difficult to put into words what I felt. What I didn't feel was remorse. He was my prey. I claimed him. That's how the world should work, and this moment will remind the kid of that for the rest of his life. He was my bitch, no matter what the world told him, and I made him understand that. My eyes had finally opened. My role as the dominant predator in this world was realized, and I'll gladly teach this bitch that lesson again.

	"Fuck... Alex, I knotted him," I told my friend.

	"Yeah, I can see that. Goddamn, you didn't hold back."

	"What do we... what do we do now?"

	"We'll keep him. I know a place." He glanced out the windshield. "You know, there's this cute bunny girl I've had my eyes on. Wanna kidnap another one and this do this again next week?"

	I looked down at the boy, quivering and sobbing.

	"Hell yeah," I replied.