\n\t\t\t\t\temikochanStory by me!
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\t“Throw down your weapons and surrender! You’re outnumbered and surrounded, you can’t fight your way out in your state – accept our conditions and your lives will be spared!”, the leader of the hyenas barks at the two remaining cheetah-taurs who still defensively cling to their spears in the middle square of the encampment – the snarling and cackling of the hyena troopers mixing into crackling of fire as smoke billows from smouldering and burning buildings around them.
“And if we’re not willing to trust you?”, one of the two taurs snaps back as she brandishes her spear at the group, making a few clumsy thrusts as her extremely gravid lower belly hinders her movement along with her engorged breasts.
Rolling her eyes, the hyena leader snorts derisively when one of her troopers leaps on top of few water barrels to threaten the uncooperative taur whereas the taur’s remaining partner has been cornered against the palisade and a building, her heavily pregnant state preventing her from making an effective dash past the hyena invaders. “Really now? Well if you don’t trust me to spare your lives and let you go in exchange for my few demands, maybe you’ll trust our reputation on feasting on the flesh of our live captives for days if we’re forced to subdue them… your choice.”
Feeling threatened by the hyena above her, the cheetah-taur attempts to swing around to face her – but is stopped by a strong kick within her womb which makes her entire gravid belly jerk, the distracting sensation preventing her from doing anything beyond a nervous glance over her shoulder at the same time as the spear nearly falls from her shaky hands. “Alright, alright! You made your point, I’ll yield… not like I really wanted this litter anyhow.”, she hisses in frustration and throws down her weapon with her tail lashing in the air, her comrade following her example a moment later with clenched teeth.
“Now that’s what I like to see!”, the leading hyeness growls softly before lowering the tip of her blade and making eye contact with the rest. “You heard them, ladies, strip them and lets prepare to make the deal~”
It only takes moments for the excitedly whooping hyenas to crowd around the two taurs and collect the spears, after which they do cursory search for hidden weapons and start wrangling off the leather bustiers the felines are wearing while paying little heed to the frustrated tail flicking and ear splaying of their victims. In the meantime, the hyena leader sheaths her blade and briskly shoves her way through the others to reach the first taur, grabbing her arm to catch her attention.
“What’s your name, mouthy gal?”
“It’s Tira! And what are you going to do with us?”
“I'm Grish and the leader of these forces – also as I already said, we’re going to relieve you of those big litters and the way of making them, since we’re tired of seeing you taurs encroach on our territory… and speaking of tired, you held us off long enough to tire out my troops, so I’m going to add snacks to the list of demands too.”, the hyeness replies and jostles the taur’s breasts markedly, eliciting a fearful gasp from her.
“Y-you can’t mean – this wasn’t part of the deal!”
“Resisting us for this long was also not part of the deal, consider it fair trade for leaving here alive instead of in our stomachs. So are you two willing to part with these or would you rather have us cut the meat from elsewhere…?”
Gulping almost simultaneously, the taurs look at each other before reluctantly nodding at the smug looking hyeness while Tira’s comrade wraps her arms around her bosom protectively. “I’d rather not die here, so ta-take them!”
“Excellent! Tira, you’ll come with me – you and you take care of her.”, the hyeness orders and motions around to make her point clear, her other hand still wrapped tightly around the squirming taur’s arm to yank her away as the hyena group scatters with few following the leader while the others drag Tira’s companion away.
Later
\tEver practical, after putting out any inconvenient fires the hyenas had quickly appropriated a wooden stock and some chains which the taurs has kept in storage for the case of the occasional prisoner, to modify and setup everything for Tira’s impending punishment. The chains and ankle cuffs hadn’t fazed the captive feline, but the hastily modified stock had – and thus it had taken some threatening goading to make the pregnant taur waddle over to them after her initial refusal, so that the hyenas could force her to place not only her arms but also her large breasts on the lower part. And the hyena leader had had to hold Tira put at swordpoint to allow the others to close the stocks around her bosom, something which had taken plenty of struggling on the hyenas part and plenty of gasping and screeching on the taur’s part.
“You should learn when you’ve lost and not make it so hard on yourself – you’ll lose these oversized boobs soon enough so no use trying to spare them.”, Grish remarks, pulling on the writhing taur’s nipples to twist them before running her fingers on the taut hide of the mammaries which bulge lewdly from the constriction, while the taur’s legs are being bound to stakes driven into the ground. “But! Something I’ve heard from other tribes is that you breeder taurs literally take on such big litters that your bellies can burst from the slightest provocation when you’re close to term, I want to test that!”
“Wha-what, we’re not that sensi- GAH!”, Tira retorts just before she’s cut short by how the hyeness leaps up on her back which bows painfully before she’s able to straighten it out.
“Which is why I want to see how much truth there’s to that!”, the hyeness responds gleefully and grabs a large wooden maul one of her troopers brings to her, weighting it in her arm briefly to let the cheetah-taur’s eyes go wide from panic before she brings it down hard on the taur’s gravid flank.
An eyeblink later the blow lands and an unearthly screeching wail rises from the taur's throat as she thrashes wildly against her bonds, her claws extending while her tightly locked mammaries jerk from her attempts to yank them out – but to no avail as the sturdy wooden stock merely rattles without budging. The second strike makes her entire body jolt powerfully and her tail shoots up, the hyeness forced to quickly lock her legs around the taur's upper waist as not to be thrown off.
“Looks like I certainly riled something up! But doesn't look too bad yet~”, Grish sneers as she glances down to see the taur's lazily swinging belly deform from the shapes of her pups writhing within her huge womb and random muscle contractions which ripple all over her vast underbelly as the feline taur throws her head to and forth.
“P-P-PLEASE! N-no more, I'll.. I'll...”
“And you'll what? There's nothing you can give us or do for us, so stop with the snivelling and try not throw me off with your bucking – I'll do whatever I want to you now!”
Making good of her threat by flipping the maul to the other side to strike at the taur's gravid midsection to counteract the slow swaying motion, Grish growls triumphantly from the sight of intensifying contractions and kicking underneath her victim's tightly stretched hide – alternating the side she's hammering on from time to time. At the same time the taur can do little more than shriek, claw the bare ground beneath her and tug on her arms until her wrists are bloodied from the effort to release them, the burning agony within her distended belly growing worse from every blow the hyeness delivers.
Eventually the hyena leader pauses to let the maul hang freely in the air, both to catch breath and watch the rhythmic spasming of her victim's gravid belly. “Awww, is the bloated feline going to miscarry? Looks like I still need to speed up matters some more!”, she quips as the taur bites into the wooden stock with a loud hiss, leaving deep bitemarks on it while clear liquid starts to dribble and spurt from her rump, the massive bruises under her thin fur darkening.
“Come on, want me to burst it already so that we can stitch it back up?”
“Y-YES! Shiiiiit!”
“Whatever you say, then!” is the hyeness' answer before she resumes the torment by bringing the maul down on the taur's flank with both hands, striking it hard enough to sink the large head into the squirming mass of pups. Although her voice is already hoarse from screaming for so long, Tira nevertheless manages to utter yet another shrill screech before clenching her jaws together when the following blow causes some blood to ooze from her underbelly.
Moments later, just as the other hyenas close in to ogle and encircle the distressed taur, they see her tense up just before they hear a disturbing wet splorch from how Tira's underbelly abruptly ruptures from the abuse and her massive womb is outright ejected to the ground below to land with an audible splat. With the pups within still straining the translucent organ with their movements, the womb wobbles and changes shape incessantly even when the hyenas hurry forth to start dragging it away.
“I guess the stories were right! Would you look at that – toss it into the wagon, gals, we'll deal with it later~”, the hyeness remarks dryly before hopping off the back of the wailing and gasping taur in preparation for things to come…
At the same time, elsewhere
Threatened by the swords and knives of the ragtag bunch of hyena raiders the hyena leader ordered to deal with her, Tira's partner-in-arms reluctantly stumbles forth with her huge belly bouncing off her legs, her arms wrapped around her breasts to keep them from bobbing too heavily as the hyenas lead her towards one of the now-abandoned structures. Seeing only a nearly empty storeroom with plenty of room to spare, the tauress is not sure what is to come but nevertheless hisses loudly when she's shoved through the open door into the middle to be held at swordpoint as few of the hyena group head off elsewhere.
“Your friend's getting the special treatment so we're just going to do it the old-fashioned way – string you up to get that uterus and ovaries out of you, then stitch you back together – nothing fancy.”, one of the hyenas states plainly as she probes the flinching feline taur's gravid midsection with the tip of her sword, the clatter of iron chains and shackles soon filling the room when the missing hyenas return with equipment.
“Mew, guhh, can't you just take the cubs?”, the cheetah-taur stammers and holds her hands up towards the hyenas who casually surround her to start grabbing her limbs as she squirms.
“Hah! Out of the question, we don't want to see you back here with a fat belly next year!”, another hyena gruffs while the whole group is busy cuffing up the taur's extremities or nailing iron hooks to the building's support beams in preparation for the next stage – which soon becomes evident to the captive taur as the hyenas begin to hoist her into the air, toiling hard in their efforts to tighten the chains and nail them down securely afterwards.
\tIt doesn't take long for the hyenas to finish hanging the cheetah-taur high in the air so that she's both defenceless from not being able to do much more than wriggle and easily reached all around. At this point two of the hyenas in the group strip down to their underwear whereas the others make comments about good meat lost as they touch, pinch and stroke the whining taur's legs. Eventually the crowd disperses however to go loot the taur camp and only the two mostly naked hyenas remain to start on their task by feeling over their victim's low-hanging belly and the lively litter within. The taur herself takes deep breaths in an attempt to brace herself and her eyes enlargen when one of the two hyenas pulls out a short, wicked looking blade.
“I bet this weights as much as much as I do! We'll find out once we cut it out of you...”, the blade-wielding hyena chuckles as she gleefully punches the taur's distended belly a few times to elicit loud gasps from her, before sitting down underneath to trace over the captive's furry underbelly with her weapon. Immediately the cheetah-taur's muscles flex from distraught anticipation – and she doesn't have to wait for long before the hyena suddenly pushes the tip into her hide near her crotch to start meticulously cutting up towards her forequarters.
As the brutal C-section goes on, the second cheetah-taur's screams and wails rise into the smoky air to mix up with the sounds of Tira's suffering outside, blood splattering over the two hyenas and the layer of hay on the floor as the taur's massive womb slops out partially through the opening which her torturer keeps cutting larger. Moments later the second hyena swiftly catches the heavy slick sac of cubs to start working it out of the taur's body whereas the first one carefully slices around intestines which uncoil and spill out, all to make it sure they can make their victim 'whole' later on…
Back at Tira's torment
\tDelirious from the agony which radiates from her open stomach cavity, Tira more of just hangs from the stocks with her tail and ears slumped while groaning, and barely acknowledges how her uterus with its still kicking cargo is roughly dragged away somewhere. Grish barks orders in the meantime for someone to start looking into sewing the cheetah-taur's lower abdomen closed so that she doesn't pass away – however before anyone manages to get to that, she already has her eyes on Tira's hefty milk-laden breasts.
“Well well, aren't you looking much sleeker and less heavy already? Time for you to give these huge burdens for us to eat and we'll patch you up.”, the hyenes remarks as she cups her hand under one of the large mammaries and jostles it as if weighting it.
“No no no… please… not them!”, Tira babbles and pulls against the stocks as hard as she can, but her blood- and milk-engorged breasts budge even less than her wrists and the hyeness merely smirks when she repeatedly tugs on the taurs nipples.
“Nuh-uh! Like I said, as punishment for stalling us so long these big things are left with us even if we'll let you go, so lets get on with it!”
Without further ado the hyena leader presents a short sword to the sobbing taur and steps closer, ignoring her pleas as she places the blade on the base of one of the bulging mammaries right next to the wood of the stocks to start cutting – Tira's hoarse shrieking soon filling the air again as blood flows along the sword's length from the first cut.
Grish deliberately cuts slowly with long sawing motions while the taur's breasts jerk and chains clatter from her wild thrashing, fresh dripping blood mixing with the partially dried pool on the ground. Weight of the cheetah-taur's breast soon causes it to start flopping forwards when the blade cuts deeper and deeper, yellowish tissue and muscle exposed to air while a second hyena slips closer to be ready to catch the lump of meat being sliced off.
Although they might seem like years to Tira whose open wounds burn and string excruciatingly while the brutal breast removal causes agony to surge through her chest constantly, it only takes minutes for Grish to lop off the boob of the hyperventilating taur to allow it to fall into the other hyena's waiting hands – at which point she casually moves to the other side with her blood-dripping sword to swiftly sink it into the remaining breast under the weeping gaze of Tira. The new slice causes the taur to jerk violently again but it's to no avail as the removal continues amid the air which reeks of blood and bile…
In the meantime in the storage building near the clearing, hot air is even thicker from the smell of blood as the hyenas working on Tira's comrade have cut off her bloated womb from her birth canal along with her ovaries and pulled it aside, before stitching the hole inside the cheetah-taur shut and tying the womb's opening closed to prevent it from leaking. The taur mostly just dangles in the chains, half-fainted from the pain while occasionally gasping or jerking when one of the hyenas crams her viscera back inside her stomach cavity to allow the other to start closing the long incision.
However she's rather rudely woke up by one of the two hyenas slapping her across the cheeks before grabbing her chin to lift it. “Stop flopping about and put out those big boobs for my knife, cat, you won't be flaunting them after today so make good of it!”
Although unfocused and teary, the sight of the small but wickedly sharp looking knife through her eyes causes the taur's large leg muscles to flex against the chains – although the gesture only causes her to end up inadvertently push out her chest so that her prominent breasts end up hanging out like cantaloupes. Something which the knife-wielding hyeness immediately takes advantage of with a powerful slash that easily slices off both mammaries in one smooth move to leave only bloody circles on the taur's chest, the whole mastectomy being so swift that it only registers for the victim by the time her breasts are already well on their way of hitting the floor.
Seeing how Tira has already fallen silent outside, there's one last shrill scream which echoes all over the encampment to draw some wry smiles from the looting hyenas…
Later in the evening
“Move on you two, you know the way back to where you came – we don't want you here so you'd better get out of my sight before I lose my nerve!”, Grish yells at the two rather subdued cheetah-taurs who adjust their slightly bloodied chest bandaging.
For a moment it looks as if Tira is about to say something but stops and averts her eyes with her shoulders slumped, her companion silently following her as the two act as if they are trying to sneak out of the encampment – their fresh stitches aching along with their insides and their now flat chests throbbing from the tight bandages and medicinal herbs rubbed underneath. Despite their initial bravado some weeks earlier when they arrived in order to add to the area's population, now it's time to shamefully skulk away to civilization as spayed and boobless felines… all while the hyenas casually munch on their breast meat and prepare to cook their bloated uteruses to feast after a job well done~