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Not that one could tell what time it might be from inside the room, in which the lighting, temperature, and odor were presently all that of a cave at sea level (the odor mostly due to what a lesser mortal might have referred to as \"too much\" masturbation). Just the faintest glow of blue light faded in from underneath the off-white curtains. Ette's bed resided along the same wall as the window--its right side flush with it--but pushed back into the corner so that, when Ette lay on it, her  hind paws just barely stretched to the windowsill while the rest of her was conveniently hidden from view.\n\nHer self-indulgent behavior was kept mostly behind closed doors--less to keep it a secret and more to avoid flaunting it in front of anyone who didn't want to take a couple hours out of their day to sit down and sew any patches over the resulting tears in their cloak of modesty. Behind her bedroom's closed door, she saw fit to keep her bad-dragon dildo, cum lube, and tissue box all at the ready on the nightstand at the left of the head of the bed, right under the lamp. She especially saw fit to do this on nights like last night when she’d had \"too much\" to drink and had barely managed to slip the dildo out of her sloppy, satisfied pussy and flop it back onto the nightstand before she passed out, still lying on her back.\n\nA PC sitting on the floor next to its user's chair on the right, both in front of a desk up against the wall opposite the bed, spat quick, sharp flashes of classic-blue-LED-color light repeatedly at irregular intervals from beside its power button as the hard drive read and wrote, each flash lighting up practically the whole room as if from a bolt of electricity, each one making Ette's shut eyelids twitch. The girl herself lay on the bed having an uncomfortable sleep, her body refusing to roll one way or another, her hind legs quivering, held up in the air. Her waking self would have reprimanded her, no matter how drunk she was, for letting herself fall asleep on her back (even though that was most often hard for her to do anyway) because she always had weird dreams when she managed to. Her hind legs kicked slightly, and her tail slid back and forth unevenly across the undrawn sheets, pressed down against them, exposing her.\n\nIn a fuzzy, blue world, an anthro male who looked like a cross halfway between a bear and a raccoon, whose outline stood out unnaturally sharp against the hazy, wavy background, knelt in front of her while she lay on her back on the ground watching him prod her exposed genitals with his black, knotted member, touching it to her clenched tailhole first, threatening, then to her quivering slit, pressing, while he stared down at her, a dark grin on his face, and held her hind legs in the air by her ankles. There were no bonds on her--not even her usual gear--but she felt not only weighed down but tied down. Any attempt to move resulted in a futile struggle. She stared up at his face, which she was sure wore a strange expression, kind but determined, even though it was too dark to see most of its features.\n\nWhen she looked back down at the male's cock, it was twice as large as it had been. The knot had grown enough to cover half his belly from view, and she started in surprise at this before stiffening up all over, afraid what even his shaft could do to her. He pulled her legs wider apart and pushed his hips so slowly she couldn't even tell they were moving--but he must have been pushing because his shaft started splitting her swollen peach open, making juices leak out all over it. She watched it slide slowly down and toward her between her hind legs, disappearing into her without giving her any sensation of either pain or pleasure--only incredible, hot pressure, stretching, spreading, and filling her until she felt like a balloon ready to violently pop. She couldn’t even move her lips to protest or cry; her frustration at this was outdone by her deepening fear.\n\nHer body wouldn’t listen to her desire to resist; instead, completely out of her control, it kept eagerly clamping on his powerful mating tool, pulling it in and trying to squeeze out his fluids. She suddenly heard herself gasp as his knot touched her swollen lips, pressing and making them kiss it, meaning his entire thick shaft, despite all odds, must have gotten buried inside her; and she started to feel unbearably heavy throughout her body. He didn't even move, just held there, yet that was enough. Without any of the pleasure, she watched herself release splatters all over his knot while her insides clamped and rippled in orgasm. The heavy feeling drained away but left her feeling more needy. The male moved his paws to her hips, gripped hard, and pulled her to him firmly while forcing his knot forward. She struggled to protest the gigantic insertion, several times too large for her poor body to handle. She just closed her eyes and let the balloon inside her pop. She woke up, panting hard in fear--then, a moment later, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, realizing, in order: that it had been a dream, that she wasn’t in any danger, and that her nethers felt warm, swollen, and soaked.\n\n\"Oh... my...\" she whispered to herself, feeling a warm blush rise in her cheeks even though there was no one around, \"a rape dream... another one...\" and then continued her thought in her own head after she let her head fall back on the pillow: \"Another rape... fantasy dream. Three nights, three dreams, getting more real with each one. Thank goodness they don't keep me from getting a good rest, or I would be in real trouble. ...Did I really cum in my sleep? That's never happened before, ever, but it sure felt like...\" She paused her train of thought to reach her right forepaw down between her legs to confirm. She looked where she was reaching, and her lingering blush grew suddenly hot and intense, renewing itself in reaction to what she saw: not just her swollen pussy; a dark spot stretched down the sheets starting right between her legs and extending in a splatter about a quarter meter long and maybe half that wide. \"Goodness... I... rarely have one that intense when I’m awake,\" she thought, now panting, feeling more than a little vulnerable and embarrassed.\n\n\"Do... I want to be raped that badly?\" she asked herself quietly but nonetheless out loud--then immediately grit her teeth and squinted to hear what she had just said, as if in pain after being physically struck by the words. After taking a moment to recover, she hesitantly touched her paw to her pussy, as she'd been planning to, and immediately shivered, a hot spark of pleasure shooting through her. Both furry mound and fleshy lips were swollen and more sensitive than she'd felt in years, maybe ever. \"I... think I do...\" she said quietly. Hesitantly, she pressed her paw in against her parts again, squooshing her mound and spreading her lips, and dragged her paw up slowly, soaking the pad in the process. Touching her clit hood sent another heavenly jolt of pleasure up her spine, almost too intense; she shivered violently in pleasure. She stopped again to recover, panting. \"Oh, dear...\" she whispered aloud again, \"...I'm in heat, aren't I?\"\n\nIt wasn't that heat made her any more horny or dirty minded than normal, as that would have been impossible; but it was that week of the month when every touch became twice as pleasurable and when there was the teensy-weensy problem of having to avoid males like the plague unless she really wanted eggs in her belly. She pushed her paw down her pussy again, her whole body shivering, as she allowed images and sounds of being violently raped by the male from her dream to drift through her head--then jumped half a meter in the air, shocked by a loud roar from downstairs followed by Garurumon shouting \"fuck!\" Her priorities changed, Ette jumped out of bed in a hurry and, literally dripping juice in a dotted trail behind her, ran downstairs to see what had happened.\n\nHe was in the living room. What looked like--well, almost certainly was--his breakfast sat on the coffee table next to the beanbag chair, a plate of hashbrowns and eggs and a mug of coffee. He stood next to it. She looked frantically around the room. Nothing seemed to be wrong at all. \"What happened? Is there something the matter?\" Ette asked anyway--in an unusual British accent, concern in her voice, practically gritting her teeth and standing up rigid.\n\nGarurumon looked up as she walked in the doorway from the stairs. \"Ugh... Ette, sorry,\" he said with a tone of dampened disgruntlement like one has when they're just managing to relax after suffering a major annoyance, \"I thought that might have woken you up. I just fucking stubbed my toe on the table, that's all. Should have remembered what time it was.\"\n\nEtte visibly relaxed her shoulders now that she knew he was alright and splayed her legs in a more comfortable stance. \"Jeez, dammit, Garurumon,\" she tsked in a loud, frustrated American accent, \"Don't do that! Anyone ever told you being more careful would do you good?\"\n\nGarurumon raised an eyebrow, noting the instantaneous transformation. \"Has anyone ever told you that your personality completely one-eighties when you're nervous versus when you're relaxed?\"\n\n\"Yes, you. All the time.\"\n\nGarurumon grinned, knowing it was the truth.\n\n\"Anyway...\" Ette continued, showing more frustration, \"I'm gonna have to make you pay for interrupting me like that. I was trying to paw off. And it was gonna be good too!\"\n\n\"Oh?\" Garurumon blinked. \"I didn't realize you were up already,\" he said, ignoring the bulk of her statements, even less concerned with her bodily functions than he was with the fake threat. \"You have a bad dream again?\"\n\n\"Um... yeah, about that...\" Ette said, looking to the side. \"I know I said they were 'bad dreams' and all, but...\" She felt her cheeks filling with rosy warmth again.\n\n\"Look at that,\" Garurumon smiled. \"You can be cute after all, when you blush. So they're sex dreams, then?\"\n\n\"Rape dreams,\" Ette said. \"Dreams where I enjoy getting raped, actually. ...Don't laugh!\" (Garurumon had started to snicker on the word \"enjoy.\") \"What even is it?!\" she spat out, now more frustrated that he was amused at her plight than anything else.\n\n\"You're all embarrassed about it, but you being horny isn't exactly anything new,\" Garurumon said, continuing to grin like he was about to snicker more at any moment. \"Neither is you having fetishes.\"\n\n\"Oh, thanks!\" Ette gasped with exaggerated indignance (even though she knew it was true and wasn't the least bit ashamed of it either--because why should she be?) \"Why are you up, by the way?\" she asked him.\n\n\"I couldn't sleep either,\" Garurumon said plainly.\n\n\"'Either?'\" Ette grinned slyly. \"Does that mean you had a 'sex dream' too?\"\n\nGarurumon looked to the side, realizing his slip of the tongue. \"...Yeah,\" he said.\n\n\"Did you cum too?\" Ette grinned.\n\n\"...Yeah,\" he said again. \"Pretty... much... gonna have to wash all the sheets today. I really made a mess of it.\"\n\n\"What's up with both of us going off?\" Ette said. \"That ever happened to you before?\"\n\n\"Not... to this extent,\" Garurumon said. \"And don't know. Something in the air. Spring.\"\n\n\"...I guess so, damn!\" Ette said. \"Oh, yeah. Not that I think you'd have any interest, Big Boy, but I just went in heat, so stay away.\" The first part of the sentence was sarcastic, but the second part was not.\n\n\"Got it.\" Garumon flopped nonchalantly onto his back on the beanbag chair and pulled the coffee table with his breakfast on it up next to him, getting in position to watch morning television. Then he looked up and saw Ette still standing there. \"So... what, you're not gonna go back to your room and rub one out, then?\" he asked.\n\n\"Nah,\" Ette said--then started walking toward the game shelf suddenly, moving from her position for the first time since she'd gotten in the room, as if she'd just remembered what she had been about to do. \"The moment's ruined now. Just gonna play a game or something. The Dreamtower VR's fucking cool.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" Garurumon looked over as Ette pulled the helmet off the shelf. \"Speaking of that, I got us a new game for it yesterday,\" he said, \"Haven't even played it yet, but it should be done downloading by now.\"\n\nShe put the helmet on and looked in the game library. And, after a moment: \"...What, 'World of Warcraft?' That old fad? You serious? I haven't paid my account in years.\"\n\n\"May be old, but don't you remember thinking back in the day how cool it would be on virtual reality instead of PC? Lots of people thought that, including the company. So they released a whole new content pack with support for it and updated graphics. Less a week ago, and there are already supposedly tons of private servers running it. Must be good.\"\n\n\"Fine,\" Ette said, \"I'll give it a shot as long as I don't have to pay.\" She remembered her recent adventure in Feral Fantasy for a moment and licked her lips.\n\nGarurumon thought she was eying his food and said, \"Get your own breakfast,\" as the TV in front of him blared nonsense.\n\n\"Not hungry,\" she said and started up the game, slumping back against the wall, prepared to take full advantage of not needing to move in real life for the system to interact with her brain and make her move and feel in the game. While waiting for it to load up, she flashed a brief smile for how casual and comfortable her interaction with her roommate had become.\n\n\"Huh,\" she said, noting the addition of an \"unofficial servers\" button, which had been added to an also updated server-selection screen, \"they must have finally realized private servers make them more money in the long run when more people decide to play the game.\" She checked the button and waited for the updated list to download, shifting her hips on the floor to get more comfortable as the loading ellipsis covered up the list. The interface screens were partially transparent, and the machine hadn't co-opted her sense of sight yet or muscle control yet. Through the loading screen, she watched Garurumon carry a couple pillows over for her in his teeth. He deposited them next to her and wished her good luck before turning to go back to his morning ritual.\n\n\"Why thank you, Good Sir,\" Ette said, smiling at his thoughtfulness as she shifted one pillow under her butt and the other behind her back. \"We've really gotta look into getting another beanbag for this thing.\" He might have responded, but she didn't really hear him. The moment she leaned back against the pillow, the server list sprang up. She unchecked the \"Blizzard servers\" box now since she wasn't about to spend money on the game, as stated earlier; and the list updated right away, leaving her with a still extensive selection. (Also, she hadn't admitted, she'd forgotten her account info and didn't want to spend an hour and a half calling their stupid customer support to retrieve it. She would just make a new account on the server she chose.)\n\nShe scrolled through. There were, of course, a lot of server names like \"xX@vv3$0/\\/\\3Xx\" and \"Knights Templar,\" neither of which particularly appealed to her, perhaps for obvious reasons. She blithely scrolled through the list, which was, she had to agree with Garurumon, very long. They must have fixed a hell of a lot of things in order for all these servers to get the new expansion up and running so quickly. It had sometimes in the past taken half a year for the majority of servers to get new content implemented, as she recalled, which is why not a whole lot of people traditionally played on them compared to the official ones. That had obviously completely changed. She wondered if maybe what she had been expecting might be a short, annoying experience would turn out rather nice instead.\n\nA server finally caught her eye about a third down the list: \"Realistic Beasts (Expanded).\" Not only did it sound like it wouldn't be a stupid server run by morons; someone might have put real work into it, seeing as it called itself \"expanded.\" Plus, the content matter obviously interested her--on one level because it sounded like a fun, enhanced playing experience. On another level, she was secretly hoping... ...She stared at the level and ordered it to load with her mind, which it began to. As she waited, she thought.\n\nShe wasn't quite sure what had made it so she could have gotten mated in Feral Fantasy. She'd considered it a few times before in passing, but now that she was putting her mind to it, it started to seem even more weird and unlikely. A whole lot of people would have had to have conspired for that to have even been possible. It wasn't like they had been other players; they were NPC monsters--but even if they had been players, genitalia would have to be added to their models and textures; animators would have had to have added mounting, thrusting, licking, not to mention their cocks sliding out in the first place; there would have needed to have been programmers in the mix to specify what conditions must be met for them to mount, when they would cum, how much they would cum, and many other things; someone would have needed to have added new sound effects for them, plus things she was sure she couldn't imagine, not being a game developer.\n\nPlus, she had been playing on an official server, meaning people paid by Square must have been doing these things. It was all of a sudden now kind of blowing her mind that it had really happened. Was this kind of stuff happening to other players? Surely it would be all over Reddit or Facebook or wherever if it had. Maybe she'd just gotten lucky, maybe, and it was a super rare occurrence, but surely it must have happened to at least somebody else, who probably didn't like it the way she did and who must have complained somewhere. It wasn't like the system or the game were particularly new--even though they were less than a year old. Plus, the game hadn't been rated adult or even mature. How did they get away with that?\n\nHer thoughts were cut off, literally, by the server loading. Her consciousness was transferred into her character, her short-term memory wiped. (This was a natural and necessary side effect of the Dreamtower intercepting synapse chains at certain key points in her brain in order to let her control her character.) She was in the middle of an absolutely bustling city, covered in trees and green tinted, bright and loud, which she instantly recognized as Moonglade from her old WoW days. Her heart thumped as she got excited for real, instantly falling in love with the tremendous sights, sounds, smells--and the feeling of really being there. Everything was so impressively detailed. \"Oh, my goodness...\" she heard herself whisper out loud. She was so ready to play this. She looked around in awe for something like five minutes before stopping to realize something was missing. \"I... did expect to pick my race, class and faction,\" she said aloud to herself, \"but it looks it decided I was an Alliance Druid? ...given my starting location? Since this thing can read my mind, it must have been what I was really hoping for... secretly, I suppose? So secretly that I didn't even know about it, perhaps.\" She giggled nervously, sort of feeling out of place suddenly. \"Isn't it strange it didn't give me the choice? What if it had picked wrong? Come to think of it, I didn't even make an account, yet here I am.\" She paused and considered doing something about it, like backing out and starting over. Maybe it had glitched? Everything around her froze as she called up the menu. The \"exit\" option hovered there; she stared at it, considering. But, rather than being hasty, she stood there and took a moment to relax. This was good enough, and she wanted to get going anyway. She exited the menu and resumed the game.\n\nAs for her race: she looked down at herself. What she expected to have been just a common model turned out to be an amazing likeness of her real body, down to fur pattern. She realized her usual leather gear was on, her harness and muzzle trap, hooks and all, exactly like the real world--except she hadn't put that on yet this morning. So this must be how the game thought she imagined herself. She wondered if this was part of the official expansion or this server. On the one paw, it seemed too good of a synapse-interpretation algorithm to have come from some private-server basement coders. On the other paw, if this server's thing was an expanded bestiary and more realistic monsters, they might just know what they were doing enough to pull it off. In a week, though? Whatever.\n\nAnyway, she couldn't see anything but her front side. Maybe she looked pretty strange overall--even though she kind of doubted it, as the models and textures--players, NPCs, and environment--all looked amazing. Regardless, she simply had to see herself. She crept shyly into a nearby tavern, not wanting to make any fuss for anybody--but realized that was silly when nobody looked up or cared, just like she remembered from the old days. Perfect: a mirror above the fireplace in the back, resting on the mantle, exactly what she was looking for.\n\nSure that no one would react to her doing so, she dragged an unoccupied chair over in front of the crackling fire in the fireplace, hopped up on it, and immediately recognized herself in the mirror--but somehow a crisper, more graceful, more natural, version of herself than in real life. \"Goodness,\" she said, smiling and lightly blushing, \"I'm even more beautiful here. This world is truly nothing short of amazing!\" Her face was slightly leaner and had more impressive cheekbones, like she was always wishing for. Her teeth were smaller but sharper, a strange modification but certainly one that was in proportion with her other features. She had densely muscled shoulders but lean front legs.\n\nTurning to the side, she saw the same was true for her hips and hind legs as well. Her coat was perfectly groomed, shiny, and silky, blowing this way and that in the updraft from the fire. She felt excited enough to cum on the spot. Speaking of that, she turned her rear to the mirror and looked over her shoulder as much as she could, lifting her equally well groomed tail. Her anus was pink and petite, and a bit of the fur around it was shaved away, as befit a lady. In contrast, her mating slit was lewdly rounded and puffy, the surrounding fur bulged out a little bit, and was leaking a rivulet of clear juice from the stop down her swollen, pink lips. Her clit button was popped out, unabashedly begging to be fiddled with. \"Damn,\" she smirked, admiring her rear end, \"these guys really meant it when they said 'realistic beasts,' didn't they?\"\n\n\"Except...\" she said, admitting with disappointment what she had really been hoping for, \"I'm still in heat here. So much for getting mated. Oh well...\" \n\nSetting aside that aspect of gaming, though, did remind her that she had previously been excited about the beautiful world outside, which was waiting for her, ready to be explored. All perky and smiling again, she jumped down off the chair and ran out of the tavern and, without stopping, through the center of town. She adjusted her course until her marker on the UI minimap showed her going south. Quest markers sprang up all over the place as she went--on the minimap and in front of her, hovering over people's heads--but she ignored them. She wanted to see how strong she was and what it felt like to fight and kill in this game. She hadn't even stopped to think about equipment, but she figured the starting gear would serve for a low-level area.\n\nShe practically sprinted down the cobblestone roads, across the porcelain bridges, and then over the dirt roads in the farming areas south of the main town; but she never once felt tired, nor did she get out of breath. This game never did have any concept of stamina. One could run and fight constantly for as long as they had the desire to. The developers didn't want an annoying real-world limitation like that to get in the way of user experience, and she was more grateful for it now than ever. It felt amazing to run at full speed for tens of minutes at a time without her legs giving out on her. The wind whipped through her fur. The land felt heavenly beneath her feet, solid and warm. It was what every animal dreams of.\n\nSuel the Wolvar reached his (somewhat) secret lodge in the southern forest and decided that maybe he'd have lunch before he pawed off today. The walk had felt a bit longer than usual; maybe they were reaching the hotter days of spring? In any case, he was more in the mood to sit down than to take the time to strip out of his gear and expend more energy wanking it. He took his keyring from his right kilt pocket and fumbled through the keys, looking for the one to the lodge's front door, like he did every single day because he stupidly kept never getting around to organizing the damn things onto multiple rings. He zoned out as he mechanically flipped through the dozens of keys, letting his thoughts wander, as he was wont to do frequently.\n\nA recent, exquisitely pleasurable experience with one of his mates, Jerv, had rekindled his lust for adventuring to a level possibly above where it had been in the old days. But Jerv, as much as she loved slipping out to be free and naughty with him, still stayed at home most days, taking care of things there, which at least seemed to be her decision. Suel believed in the mantra, \"if it ain't broke, don't fix it.\" But Suel's need to get out of the house and out of the routine was far greater than hers; he'd been coming here every day Jerv didn't want to go out, sometimes by himself, sometimes with Skoll, List, Loque, or Erya, to play with them, both sexually and non sexually, in the lodge cabin by themselves, in the forest with the animals--or, sometimes, in the case of List, a slow rub and release of the giant mount's always pent-up arousal into the hay of the single-stall stable out back where List was tethered during his stays. Whatever he was in the mood for, it was deeply gratifying to be out in the middle of the nature he so loved. This was the place that he felt so connected to most of all, and the feeling of being in it. He smiled as he came upon the right key and unlocked and opened the door.\n\nEtte reached the southern forest, which was where she planned to level for a bit. It was warm and inviting, covered in patches of soft grass and packed dirt, not a pine cone or a bramble under foot. Green daylight filtered down in patches from the tall, tall canopy, interspersed on the forest floor with patches of shade shaped like leaves and branches from the trees' massive trunks. Forest critters of all sorts happily dashed, flew, and bounced this way and that, many dozens of them within her immediate field of view. She waded through a small creek at ground level, stepping with pleasure on the smooth stones sunken in the cool, rushing water--and then continued a little further in, looking for the most comfortable spot to begin her killing spree, preferably a wide clearing or something to that effect. After a few minutes of walking in further and looking for such a place--all the while smiling, enjoying the bright, loud calls of the many families of birds she could see darting through the air between the younger trees--she found exactly the clearing she'd been hoping for, a short ways from a wider continuation, to her left, of the creek she had crossed over earlier.\n\nThe clearing was swarming with grazing hares. She noted their resemblance to the hares she'd leveled on in Feral Fantasy. They were beautiful creatures, each with his or her own expressive eyes and wonderful, sleek, powerful hind legs. If they had been real and Ette had been charged with killing them, she'd maybe never have forgiven herself. But they were part of the game. They didn't feel any pain, and their lives were created by the system not by nature. This was evidenced further by the group's reaction--or lack of reaction, rather--when she pounced the one closest to her and sunk her teeth in, clamping her jaw firmly, ripped back, and tore it to pieces. At least, tearing it was what it felt like. There was no blood, and it remained whole no matter how much she attacked it. One clamp of her jaw seemed to kill it; she left it lying limp on the ground and pounced another. And another and another.\n\nShe assumed all these guys would respawn somewhere after ten seconds or what have you. She didn't see any appearing ever, but there were so many hares around that it would have been difficult to have watched for it even if she'd cared that much. It did bother her a little bit that the bodies weren't disappearing, though. It made her feel uneasy after a bit to see them scattered around, and she started tossing them in a pile behind some bushes at her rear. It gave her the strange, irrational feeling that she was actually killing them. \"I... wonder if they programmed in something to give you a sense of guilt?\" she murmured nervously to herself, \"so killing felt more impressive? Or maybe to force you into aggro areas so you didn't feel bad about it, like you were defending yourself instead of attacking them?\" But she went back to it after shrugging, figuring she had no leveling alternatives at the moment.\n\nSuel was getting sharp pains in the back of his head, which could only mean one thing. He stood up immediately from the table, still chewing a bite of his luncheon sandwich while he simply dropped it back on the plate. It was a good thing he'd opted to not remove his gear today after all. Whoever it was was close, either incredibly brave or incredibly ignorant to be invading another druid's territory and doing as they wished there--killing. Whoever it was seemed weak too. So either they were powerful, hiding their energy's signature, and luring him into a trap--or they were so impossibly undertrained they couldn't even tell this was his section of the forest--both of which seemed equally unlikely. He'd go in, but cautiously, readying the spell components in his satchel.\n\nHe didn't have far to go. He merely stepped out the door and crossed the creek before he heard the commotion from the nearby clearing. Already almost a hundred hares gone; whoever it was was quick enough to make him consider again that this might be a lure. And yet... \"There she is,\" he thought, narrowing his eyes. The first angle Suel spied Ette from was the rear--as he crouched and peered through the undergrowth into the clearing. She was naked, strangely, defiantly and openly (which is how Suel could tell so quickly it was a female), except for a leather harness that wouldn't even serve as armor. This was not something he saw every day. She wasn't armed and didn't exude any magical power at all. Suel stared, dumbfounded. This girl had the strength of a little child and was playing around naked in his woods as if she were a little child; but she had the body of an adult in more ways than one. He stared at her heat-swollen rear, which was pushed in the air and shaking back and forth in delight as she tore a hare apart.\n\nSuel literally slapped himself, physically reprimanding his stupid brain for being a horndog instead of stopping her. He didn't know what was going on, but he was going to face her. He snuck out of the bushes without making a sound. Though he would have expected even a druid as weak as she was to notice him at this range due to his high-level energy, she didn't turn around or pay any attention at all. He stood up behind her, not even bothering to be stealthy anymore, and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. She yelped in surprise and a little pain. He easily lifted her whole body off the ground as if it weighed nothing--even though, hanging down toward the ground like she now was, she was almost as tall as he was. And probably not too much lighter either. He turned her to face him by way of transferring her to his other paw.\n\n\"Who are you, and what do you think you're doing?\" Suel barked in her face with a scowl on his.\n\nEtte yelped in surprise and gasped, stiffening up hard and turning her head away from the man who had attacked her, closing her eyes in fright. When she tried to answer his questions, she couldn't. At first, she thought it was fear keeping her voice from coming out; but, after several moments of struggling to speak, she realized she couldn't form words literally no matter how hard she tried. She waited to be killed, petrified with fear; but nothing happened. She finally opened one eye and hesitantly, slowly, turned to face the man again. He had barely moved, like he was waiting for a response. Dialogue choices had appeared in a text box near the bottom of her UI, each an option for how she could respond to his demanding inquiry. Then she looked up and saw the big, glaring, yellow-question-mark quest marker sitting above his head and his matching icon in the minimap. She must have been too intent on leveling to notice before; but there it was, plain as day, for her to have seen if she'd just glanced up at the minimap. She could easily have detected his approach before if not for her own utter failure to pay attention to the UI. In short, she was a dumb noob. She hung her head, giving a great sigh of relief and dropping her shoulders, wanting to laugh at herself for how foolish she'd been to get startled like that. This was just a stupid scripted event, and the man holding her was nothing more than an NPC. And, obviously, the reason she couldn't speak the way she wanted was because she had to respond with a line from the dialogue box, a choice from the script. She probably would have known that right away if she'd had any experience with this game in virtual reality before day. Damn, it was real, though, to make her fear for her life like that.\n\nHer dialogue choices changed as she relaxed. She could hardly pick one, still quite twitchy from having tensed so much. Nevertheless, she tried to shake it off and started to read them. She did find it odd: there was no name for this character displayed in the UI or in the dialogue box; just a blank space instead. But maybe that was because she didn't know his name yet. Made sense. She collected her nerves finally and looked him over, giving herself enough chance for the first time to recognize him.\n\nShe yelped loudly. A hot, deep blush grew in her cheeks as she quickly looked him up and down again, just to make sure. This NPC looked exactly like the man who had raped her in her dream this morning--in the most intense, real, erotic dream she could recall ever having. Not just like him, exactly like him, to the point she was sure in her bones that it was him.\n\nShe stiffened up again, harder than before, trying (but failing) to quiet her irrational fears with the rational, plausible explanation that this was the game drawing on her memories to create models just like it had created her virtual body without her direct input earlier. After all, there was no way that that fictional character entirely created in her own head could come to life, right? At least, not outside the bounds of the game! And this was a game. He probably looked different to each player. Despite attempts to rationalize, she found herself frantically struggling, on instinct, to get away from him. She couldn't ignore the awful feeling growing in her. Was this what it was like to encounter a software bug in virtual reality? Or perhaps the program was working too well. Either way, she needed to try to repress the intense anxiety growing out of her imagination. She kept telling herself, over and over again, that he had simply been generated from her thoughts and that she had nothing to fear. And every time she tried and failed to convince herself, she felt herself struggle even harder. She was freaking out and didn't know what to do. Her emotions had boarded a roller coaster, which had prevented her from replying for a sufficient amount of time that the man, scripted though he may be, was allowed to get pissed off.\n\n\"So, you do realize you're naked,\" Suel said, smirking, misinterpreting her yelp and struggle, not privy to the thoughts rushing through the head of the girl he was holding in the air in front of him by the scruff of her neck. \"Didn't expect anyone to find you?\" he challenged her. \"You certainly seem to mind now that someone did.\"\n\nThe dialogue choices in Ette's UI box changed yet again now that the NPC had said something further. Forgetting her lingual limitation, she shouted a knee-jerk reply. Though she was able to speak unlike moments before, what came out was nothing like what she'd meant to say. She could have sworn that she'd meant to say \"Put me down! I didn't know I was supposed to be modest in this game!\" Instead, what she heard herself say was one of the cool and collected lines from the dialogue box that had all the earmarks of having been written by a dumb assistant developer: \"Naked? Oh, please. I'm a feral.\" It was an incredibly odd sensation. Those words obviously were nothing like the words in her head that she had tried to make her mouth form, and she fully remembered what she'd meant to say; yet she had the bizarre, overwhelming feeling she had indeed said exactly what she'd meant to say, as if the feeling were being forced on her. The world pulsed around her as she got a strong, dissociative head rush that made her woozy and her ears ring loudly. The mouth of the man from her dream started moving again, but she couldn't hear him for as long as the rush lasted.\n\nBecause of this, she didn't answer for long enough again that the man shook her violently--and threw her body over his shoulder like the body of a tranquilized fox. He started to walk toward the creek with her. She wanted to protest verbally, except her dialogue box was empty--still present but bereft of choices--and nothing would come out of her mouth even if she opened it just like when he'd first picked her up. Then, like waking up from her dream this morning, she suddenly, out of nowhere, remembered it was just make believe and that she wasn't in immediate danger. She had the ability to pause the game and choose the \"exit\" option. Plus, she supposed she'd just respawn in the town center if he did kill her. Actually, since this was just a quest NPC, he wouldn't even be allowed to kill a player character. Most of them couldn't even attack or be attacked. With that train of thought, her logical side came out on top. This was a scripted event in the game, and the way she felt was exactly the way the game wanted her to feel. It was artificial, an exaggerated jump scare she was making a big deal out of--but having it feel real was part of the draw of the game. She suspected that the experience of any other player would have been different regarding this NPC, probably much nicer; she'd just had it bad because she'd been too dumb to notice him approaching her and because the game happened to choose her dream rapist to model him after.\n\nShe closed her eyes and let herself breathe normally, deciding that the scary part of the situation was over and that she wouldn't let that put her off the previously wonderful experience she'd been having. She would see where he took her. She relaxed her body and didn't put up any struggle, letting him carry on as the dearth of dialogue choices suggested she was supposed to. She felt silly again; she'd let herself get completely and utterly carried away. So why did she have the nagging feeling her thoughts were still being manipulated? Suddenly, out of nowhere, she freaked out again, as if just now remembering that this was her rapist and she had to get away. What the hell was happening to her? She got another head rush, stronger than before. She was still on the emotional roller coaster, up the slope and down the hill, relaxed and anxious, relaxed and anxious, switching back and forth fast enough to make her sick to her stomach. Maybe she really felt afraid, and the game was forcing calm on her. Or was it the other way around? Maybe it needed her to feel a particular way for the quest, and she was struggling against it? Whatever was going on, it was not good. It was breaking down her ability to reason. Every time she thought one thing, the opposite thought presented itself and struggled for control, like water in a bottle that was being tipped back and forth, not unlike a bad LSD trip. Maybe letting amateur coders interfere directly with the user's brain was not such a good idea.\n\nA single dialogue choice came up in the window; seeing it, she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. She didn't choose it, hoping she would never be forced to choose it. The man stopped walking. She silently cursed to herself as she realized her inability to stabilize her thoughts had given her captor enough time to bring her to his destination. He opened the door to his cabin and dropped her violently on the floor before turning to lock the door. Ette whined in pain and looked up at him. He was obviously far stronger than she was, and he was wearing armor; she wouldn't have stood a chance against him had she chosen to fight. Instead, she told herself to get it over with, that no further dialogue options would come up until she chose the one available to her, and selected it. \"Are you going to rape me?\" she whined in a weak voice.\n\nSuel's body visibly tensed, and he froze in place facing the door. He normally would never, ever have his pleasure with someone without their consent; he was just going to punish her and teach her a lesson. But, as his sheath hardened under his kilt, he felt his stomach tighten and a rush of warmth come over him, all due to her mere suggestion. This girl was no more than a monster. She had done something unthinkable to creatures that were under his protection and bloodied the domain he was charged with protecting. If he was ever going to rape anybody in his life, this would absolutely be the time to do it and the body to do it to. It was a horrible act, but it wouldn't even compare to what she had done.\n\n...Was he going to rape her? He wasn't sure. What was the difference between that and the physical abuse he'd already been planning? He wasn't sure of that either. It was justified, more than justified, and she was begging for it. He tensed up harder, admitting to himself that he wanted it, that that's exactly what he had wanted since he'd seen under her tail back there in the clearing. He might feel uncomfortable at first, but he'd get used to it while sinking his throbbing cock into her tight, heat-moistened hole. Right?\n\nSuel turned back around to face the murderer girl, forced himself to growl to scare her, and set down his satchel by the door before kicking her--just hard enough to discourage her rather than hurt her--but making her roll toward the center of the room. \"Don't get up,\" he said. \"You know I could kill you without lifting a finger.\" The girl curled up on the floor and whimpered, clutching her stomach, where Suel had kicked her, while Suel undid his belt and dropped his kilt along with his underwear, leaving him bare with a peeking, dribbling black tip, his sheath fully hard, his knot swelling inside. \"Convenient you're wearing a harness already,\" he grinned, pulling his sheath down to relieve his aching, erect meat into the open air as his knot swelled up the rest of the way and pressed against his belly. He stopped in place and watched her reaction. He could still back out, he could still let her go or give her a lighter punishment.\n\nEtte stared at his equipment--not just his massive cock but the two furry orbs hanging down below that he was going to relieve inside her. She felt her body shudder. It reminded her how in heat she was. She tried to hate that she couldn't ignore her pounding heart or her moistening folds--because that's how she felt she was supposed to feel--but she let it happen anyway. This was her fantasy, precisely her fantasy, and she was entertaining thoughts of letting him do it. She could still exit the game if it got bad, and it would all go away. She wasn't being forced; she wanted it. And that's what made it feel unfulfilling. It wouldn't be straddling the line, getting her as close to rape as possible without it being rape; it would be  completely consensual. If she didn't exit, she would still actually be choosing it, giving her implicit consent. To have her fantasy fulfilled, it would have to be real. It would have to be against her will, and by definition she couldn't want that. She started to sob. She couldn't decide what to do. Her mind was in a complete fog. She knew: she was being broken, had been being broken down since he'd picked her up, facing what it really meant to want to be raped. It was intense and awful and not like she'd imagined it at all.\n\n\"Please don't...\" she heard herself say, very thankfully choosing the dialogue that had just popped up in the box, \"I thought this was a game. I didn't know-\"\n\n\"You think it's a game, huh?\" Suel stared at her sternly, narrowing his eyes. That was it, that was what he needed. All hesitation was gone now, replaced by hot, snarling anger. He was going to enjoy this and make her pay at the same time. He walked to her; crouched down at her right; flipped her on her back without any regard for her; and straddled her, holding down her front legs before she could do anything.\n\nEtte lost it completely and flat-out panicked when nothing came up in the dialogue box that might let her correct the misunderstanding. She whimpered loudly and looked up at him. He wore an expression like a mad beast. She tensed up hard; and, the more she tensed, the more his expression faded from view into shadow. The sunlight streaming through the cabin's many medium-sized windows had made the room bright up till this point, but it now grew gradually darker. At first, Ette thought it was a cloud drifting in front of the sun; but it quickly became too dark for that to have been it. The sounds of the birds from outside disappeared gradually as well, replaced by the same constant ringing in her ears she'd been experiencing on and off since the man had found her. As if to symbolize the zenith of her mental haze, the wavy, intangible, blue background from her dream replaced the cabin.\n\nShe couldn't fool herself anymore; one shining thought broke through the haze, that she was in grave danger.  Something was wrong, but she remembered her way out; she immediately paused the game, calling up the menu, and mashed the \"exit\" button. It depressed like she expected a UI button to--then nothing, no function. Her eyes widened as she depressed it again and again, as quickly as she could. Tears of intense fear and frustration ran from her eyes as she hammered at it with her mind and probably would have with her paws had they not been held firmly down on the ground.\n\nThis was way more than just a quest or a game glitch; the man on top of her continued to move through the menu screen even though things should have been paused and frozen. Everything was broken and wrong. He released her front legs and rubbed her six nipples, squeezing each one of her small breasts in his anthro paws and flicking the nubs until they were firm. The moment he moved his paws, she immediately tried to lift her front legs and push him off; but they were held down with binding magic. Like in her dream, her body, out of her control, refused to resist. Not just \"like\" in her dream; her mind struggled, trying to wake up. \"No... no... no! I didn't mean to!\" she shouted as loud as she could inside her head, the dialogue box still empty. \"Get me out of here! I'm really going to be raped! I don't want it! Please! I don't!\" Nothing audible came out of her mouth except sobbing.\n\nSuel grinned as he held the girl down on the floor of his cabin, watching her thrash back and forth and listening to her cry. He licked the drool off his lips as his cock jumped repeatedly and made a strand of another kind of drool connect between his tip and her belly. The harder she cried and the more desperate she looked, the harder he throbbed, savoring her suffering as she only just began to receive the punishment she deserved. He planted his paws firmly on her chest and moved forward on her body, touching his tip to the end of her muzzle. She snarled, baring her sharp, dangerous teeth.\n\n****\n\n\"If you bite it, I snap your neck,\" the man told her. Ette's eyes stung as the hot tears kept flowing from her eyes. Her last resort had had no effect. He was right. He could and would kill her, and she didn't know what that meant if she couldn't exit the game. She had no choice but to stop resisting. All that was left was to get it over with. Quickly and with intense disgust at herself she dismissed the thought that she needed to make this good for him and service him as if he were someone important to her. Pulling her teeth up and out of the way and pursing her lips, pushing them forward, she craned her neck toward his cock and kissed the tip of his shaft. The taste of his pre and the smell of his musk were intoxicating, completely overwhelming. Her heart beat so hard it felt like it was going to explode, thumping in her ears. Her body, so close to the tool it needed inside it, was overcome with heat and desire. The internal struggle tore her apart. She watched herself from outside her body as it opened its mouth and, slipping its tongue forward, cupping the underside, kissed passionately down the man's shaft, suckling hard, eagerly swallowing his pre. She wanted to turn away as she watched her nose twitch, sniffing him.\n\nWhile looking down and watching the girl submit, eagerly and passionately suckling him down, Suel felt rushes of the power high sweeping hotly over him back and forth, again and again. Her hot muzzle worked its way down around his cock, kissing it, swallowing tightly, and sending shivers through him, surrounding him in slick, warm wetness. He grinned, baring his own set of sharp teeth, staring into the glazed-over eyes that completed the girl's vacant expression. Her body knew what to do even if she wasn't in control of it; the idea that he was using her like a piece of meat excited him in ways he didn't know were possible. He'd never even considered this might appeal to him; but the incredible stiffness that would not leave his cock was undeniable. This was a forbidden perversion, and he was in the thick of it. He let the bitter anger at her actions and attitude translate into the need to dump his load in her, satisfying both the need to punish and the need to mate by making her his slave.\n\nSuel grabbed both sides of her muzzle, holding it firmly shut around his hardness, increasing the heat and wetness against his shaft, savoring how every jump his cock made inside her, slapping her palate, and shoved himself the rest of the way forward, forcing it in down to the knot through her slick lips. He shivered powerfully in excitement and pleasure as, instead of resisting further, she kissed eagerly all the way down his shaft. She paused when his knot smacked her lips and suckled hard on his whole shaft like it was a pacifier, making out wetly with his knot at the same time. Suel half lidded his eyes and let out the deep moan that was growing inside him. He cupped his paws around the back of her her head now instead of her muzzle, gripping with one on either side of her skull, and pushed her halfway off his shaft before pulling her back on. He thrust against the movement of her muzzle, slowly fucking her face, his whole body continuing to shiver each time he slid his shaft between her slippery, hot lips. Her tongue slid along his meat, pushed out above her lower lip, cupped around the underside of his throbbing cock, trying to reach his knot.\n\nSuel grit his teeth and lifted himself off her a little, straightening his body and giving his thrusts more power, wanting more pleasure out of the muzzle of this obedient slut. He pulled out and held her head still as he banged her muzzle with his full shaft, reveling in the choking sounds she made. He rammed the tip against the back of her throat, making her swallow hard and whine nearly every time he did. The times she didn't whine, she gasped or gagged, and Suel's cock jumped hard as he grinned. Her throat was tight and hot; it clamped on him as he forced his bone down into it. She kept swallowing hard, clearly trying to not gag, and panted through her nose while sticking her tongue out farther. Suel chose to believe she was trying to give him pleasure this way and responded by excitedly slicking his pre up and down her tongue. Nearly ready to cum, Suel closed his eyes and held her hard while he stopped banging her with his shaft, slid himself in, and pulled her head onto him with increasing pressure. She couldn't get her mouth open very far because of her muzzle trap, but he was determined. With a loud whine, she accepted his knot inside with a tight POP followed by the sounds of stretching leather from her strained muzzle trap. Suel felt his nuts clench, sending blasts of seed up through his cock. He held back, cock stiffening up hard along the top of her mouth and drooling cum, until he couldn't hold back the growing, hot pressure and blasted his cream in huge, hard ropes. Through fluttering, half-lidded eyes, he watched the obedient bitch swallow every shot down hungrily, her throat undulating with each gulp.\n\nEtte squirmed on the ground, reduced temporarily to a level of pure animal pleasure, forgetting about such complicated topics as rape and morality as her body enjoyed being used as a stranger's cum dumpster, gulping his thick ropes of sweet, sticky, hot semen. The man was done emptying himself down her throat after thirty seconds. He pushed her head back, popping his knot loose and slipping his shaft out, and let it rest on top of Ette's muzzle, her nose nestled in the groove between his knot and the upper part of his furry, musky sack. The physical side had fully taken over with Ette pinned down like this. Shame and panic were still brewing in the back of her mind, but even they were covered up by the sick, profound pride she took in having appropriately serviced the powerful, superior male. She deeply inhaled his musk, grateful for the chance. His cock jumped in an aftershock and landed with a thunk back on the top of her muzzle, drooling out a gooey line of cum that had come late to the party; it seeped down the left side of her muzzle.\n\n\"You're not done,\" he told her firmly; and she felt herself blush hotly as she nearly instinctively chose the dialogue option that had come up.\n\n\"Yes, Sir,\" she softly whined, body quaking. She tried to ignore the idea that the dialogue box only displayed things she really wanted to say, that it was somehow seeing past her pretenses. The idea that her resistance was a pretense was disgusting, as was the idea that she really was a slut who could only hope he'd mate her sopping cunt. But that hot, deep, absolutely exquisite satisfaction that kept rushing over her while she was taking his load down her throat... She didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. She'd remember this feeling, the feeling of being torn between the two, for the rest of her life, but it lasted no more than a moment longer.\n\nThe man stood up, cock bobbing and leaking, held outside his sheath by his massive knot. The moment he stood up, the timeline diverted from that of of her dream; and the wavy, blue background was replaced by the environment of the bright cabin from earlier along with and the sounds of chirping birds. Her mental haze dissipated along with the blue haze of the environment. She gasped and looked around in surprise. She felt a jolt as she regained her senses completely, breaking out of the mental prison she'd been put in. The magical bonds on her front legs disappeared, and sprang to her feet, beyond grateful that the man had stopped with just a muzzlejob despite what he'd just said. She sprinted toward the door.\n\n\"Stop,\" the man commanded, and she froze in place. It was nothing more than a gut reaction. But then she realized she couldn't get out and that he would hurt her if she tried. She slowly turned around and, gritting her teeth, bowed her head in subservience. She didn't know what had just happened to her--or what had happened to the game to make the exit button not work--but there was no time to think about either one now. There was only one thing left to do: from this point forward, she'd resist as hard as she could without getting killed.\n\nSuel felt his heart leap and his teeth clench together in a broad grin. He couldn't believe it had worked; he couldn't believe he was capable of controlling someone this way. His cock bounced rapidly, drooling pre again, showing his excitement. He walked over next to her and took one of List's leashes off the hook to the left of the door frame. Of course, it would be ridiculously long for her; but it was the most convenient way to do what he was planning; the slut already had on what was more or less bondage gear. He knelt down in front of her. The bitch snarled again, but he knew she wasn't going to do anything. He slapped her right cheek to shut her up, and she yelped loudly and let her face turn away with the recoil--then she looked back at him slowly and lowered her head. He hooked the leash in the D ring at the end of her muzzle and stood back up. He looped the slack around his right paw and gripped the loop, pulling the rest taut, and gave a tug, yanking the girl forward. She looked down so he couldn't see her eyes and bore her claws, digging them into the floor. Suel didn't give a shit about that and walked the opposite direction, pulling her out of the living room area and down the hall toward the back door. She collapsed to the ground and dragged her claws along the floor, making long scratches and streaks in the wood before he tugged her again, flipping her on her back with the force, and dragging her painfully the rest of the way out of the cabin and into the stable area, into the warm spring air and the stall roof shading them from the bright sun.\n\nSuel looped the portion of the leash he was holding around the hook screwed into a beam along the left wall of the stall, which is where he usually tethered List. She rolled to her feet and tried to yank away from it--then dropped her front end on the hay so she could lift her front paws up and rip the leash with her claws. Suel saw this and kicked her side like he had earlier, sending her back down on the hay with a squeal. As she writhed in pain, Suel knelt down to retrieve a few lengths of rope from the toolbox at the inside corner of the stall. Too bad she couldn't get away; he could have caught her so easily with how fast this weak little bitch probably could run. He bent over and methodically tied her down: lengths through the metal links on both sides of her harness, stretched taut then tied at their other ends to hooks on the left and right of the stall, so she was completely restricted in her lateral movement; and short lengths strung through the links on the front and underside of her harness tied to a hook on the floor below her in the hay, so she was completely restricted in her vertical movement as well. The only thing she could do with the front half of her body would be to lower it into the hay; but Suel left her rear half free of bonds in case she wanted to make some pathetic, erotic attempt at struggling.\n\nInstead of doing what he expected, Ette whimpered pitifully on purpose. The man snarled, clearly deeply annoyed at the attempt to make him feel sorry for her. She took another kick to her stomach--then another. Ette cried and curled up, holding her tender, throbbing belly. The man pulled her to her paws with his paws gripping her left side; she snarled and thrashed away from him, but he held her side, digging his claws in. He came around in front of her again, lifted her head violently, and stared her in the eyes, relying on her muzzle trap to keep her from snapping at him. It worked; she couldn't open her mouth that far. \"I bet you're sorry you're in heat now,\" Suel grinned, \"I'm going to make you push out a cub for every life you took, one to one, and repair the damage you did. Now, where am I going to find a male of your species?\" Ette felt her belly clench in deep frustration as, unlike before, the one choice that magically appeared in her dialogue box was chosen for her automatically, like it was trying to read her mind.\n\n\"I lay eggs, and I can get pregnant by any species,\" she volunteered--then immediately thrashed against her bonds, even more disgusted with herself than earlier, disgusted she been forced to admit he could knock her up if he wanted to. When she couldn't break through, Ette stopped for a moment, exhausted, and looked up at him.\n\n\"Oh can you?\" The man licked his lips. He obviously hadn't thought it odd she'd just told him that; he was lost in the sick pleasure of imagining her laying his young. Hot tears had started to stream down out of the corners of her eyes more times than she could count now. The beating had weakened her more than she thought, but she still wanted to struggle--and, somehow more than that, to explain herself and plead with him. He probably wasn't a bad person; this was her fault. \"I didn't know it was real!\" she wanted to shout, but of course she couldn't. No option to do so would display because somehow, some way, this was reality now. She couldn't leave the game because this wasn't the game. It wasn't the playful, interactive world everyone else was experiencing. This was, had to be, something only she could experience, like the alternate world she'd hopped into from Feral Fantasy. Those rabbits she killed were as real to this man as they should have been to her. Of course it didn't matter what she had or hadn't known at the time; she'd done it. She deserved this, and all she could do when he let go of her muzzle was to hang her head. His punishment seemed nothing more than fair. She grit her teeth with a pained expression on her face. Choking back another sob, she admitted the pain wasn't the only thing still making her belly throb. The need to mate leaking from the swollen lump between her hind legs, her body's dirty reaction to its own hormones, was driving her slowly insane. Maybe she should just let him use her body like it was meant to be used. She was a murderer and a slut. The man walked around back of her, knelt, and yanked up her tail, gripping it hard at the base, painfully working the fur against its grain, practically lifting her hind legs off the ground.\n\nSuel couldn't wait, couldn't be bothered with any petting or foreplay. He looked down and watched himself slip his big, black bone forward into the bitch's tight cunt, shivering as she sucked him up, her lips barely able to spread around even his shaft, hugging and clinging to it even as he slid in between them, aided by their warm wetness, into her passage. Her tunnel a bit inside; he adjusted his stance, lifting his knees, first the left then the right, to get closer to her hot rump, and angled himself more down before he continued to push forward and slide in, holding her in place with his paws flat on her flanks. When he was halfway in, her tunnel suddenly clamped down firm and wouldn't let up, rippling. An orgasm? No. But it was like her body was trying in vain to keep him out of where it was too tight to fit him. He growled from the back of his throat in pleasure and pushed in twice as hard against the pressure, forcing himself into the tight folds of soaking, hot flesh, pushing them apart. His tip hit her cervical entrance at the same time his knot pressed up against her swollen, squooshy mound. Out of nowhere, she snarled and thrashed her head as much as she could, held by the leash--and kicked with her claws out, grazing his arms.\n\nEtte forgot everything she'd just told herself when she felt the pain the man's gigantic cock had put in her--and remembered the need to struggle. She snarled, shook, and reached to cut her tethers; but no matter what she did, she couldn't move at all far in any direction. She had no choice but to be forced open with him inside, each squeeze her tunnel made of its own accord sending a jolt of hot pain up her spine. Her belly ached from inside and out as he figuratively split her open down the middle. She thrashed against her bonds again then bared her hind claws and kicked as fiercely as she could; but he grabbed her hind ankles, spread her, and held her paws flat to the wood-plank floor below the hay--and she retracted her claws because it hurt more to dig them in after she'd ruined them scraping up the floor in his cabin earlier. Struggling hurt so much, and she couldn't escape. Maybe the right thing to do after all was to give up and try to enjoy this. No! She couldn't just let him have her, couldn't just let him break her. She started to feel the waves, the haze of indecision come back over her. She cried as loud as she could because that was all she could do.\n\nAnd it made the man shove his cock harder up inside her, each shove making her clench and wince. She felt her body, out of her control completely, bear down on his cock, her lips slipping wetly apart as far as they could, kissing his knot as he tried to force it in. \"There's no way he can knot me, no way he can knot!\" she screamed inside her head. He suddenly lifted her hind legs up in the air and yanked her back as he rammed his knot forward. She moaned desperately in a dirty mix of pain and arousal, feeling her nethers leak around him, spreading as hard as they could to accept his breeding. He couldn't get it in her, so he shoved again, making her loosened lips slip tightly up around almost a third of his bulb this time.\n\nHe held her and banged her fast with his shaft stuck firmly inside, rubbing, stroking, and pounding, his knot insisting on entering. Ette could feel the tender flesh of her mound starting to badly bruise as her whole body was yanked back on his hot, rock-like knot over and over again. Her breath came short, then she tightened up all over, unable to tell the difference between the pain in her soft belly and the tightening of her womb until she was racked with the sudden, awful pleasure of a deep orgasm, her uterine walls convulsing, squeezing so hard she felt it ripple against the inside of her lower belly, just above her crotch. Her grateful pussy tightened down hard then released, giving his knot a large, warm splatter and his nuts a powerful squirt of juice before it rippled up and down its length, clamping on him in all different places. Ette moaned loud and shook, unable to help herself, eyes rolled back in her head.\n\nThe moment she was done, the man pulled her legs wide apart. \"Little skank,\" he said, relishing the feel of the words, and forced himself forward. Her loose lips, now dripping wet as well, slipped up around the thickest part of his knot and slurped the rest in immediately, pulling down shut around the other side. Ette yelped, her lips closing around the big bump now stuck in her crotch, hot and hard. She couldn't stop squeezing on it no matter how hard she tried. He pushed and poked her cervix a few times with his tip--then he yanked his hips back and ripped it out, giving her no rest before fiercely mating her with his soaked shaft, bruising her pussy more and more with each firm, fast thrust. Ette couldn't do a single thing to struggle from this position; he'd taken away every last one of her options. She groaned and dropped her front end to the ground, exhausted and in pain, crying, unable to prevent the intrusion into her body. His shaft kept stroking her overly sensitive flesh inside, her body squeezing and kissing it, loosening it. It started to feel good--little by little until it felt so good she couldn't ignore it, and she blushed, burying her face in her paws so he couldn't see, because she didn't want him to get any dirty pleasure out of it. She moaned into her paws, pumping him in her sloppy pussy, as her belly tightened in preparation for her second orgasm.\n\nSuel half lidded his eyes and began to moan as well, able to slip his rock-hard shaft in her faster with her so comfortably soaked and loose. He looked down and hazily watched his cock disappear over and over down into her wet confines, squooshing her mound as it did, and then reemerge as he pulled back, pulling her pink lips out from the inside. The bitch shivered as small, whining sounds of pleasure came between sobs of anguish from her front end and rude, wet splats and splorts came from her rear end every time he pulled out against the pressure of her soft, clamping insides. He gripped her flanks again and dug down into her slit with his cock then pulled out straight, making a rapid, lifting and lowering, circular motion with his hips with each push and pull in rhythm. \"Little slut...\" he whispered through his quick panting as he gripped her fur, tightening up all over, his ready nuts pulling up tense between his legs, ready to unload. He yanked her back toward him and thrust hard at the same time, forcing his knot into her again.\n\nEtte's body, betraying her, accepted the knot easily, like before. It slid in across her clit, sending a sharp, intense wave of pleasure through her, sending her immediately to the threshold of orgasm. Once inside, he tugged his knot back quickly and repeatedly; but her lips clamped around it, holding onto it while it pulled toward the outside from just inside her entrance, stretching her tunnel, elongating it, quickly stroking her g-spot back and forth with its magnificent girth. The balloon of her climax was blown bigger, hotter, as her whole body tightened up and shook--as his shaft stiffened up hard inside her, ready to spurt. It suddenly shoved down into her firmly; she heard a yelp escape her lips as the tip penetrated her cervix, getting stuck inside her womb, the tight flesh immediately squeezing back down and trapping it, and balloon popped just as hard as in her dream. As he pumped her full of semen, unloading his egg fertilizer in her sac, she gasped into the hay, milking it out of him, clenching down hard once--then again, and rippling. He came and came inside her until the nasty, hot goo not only stretched her womb, it overflowed back into her tunnel and filled it up too, enough so that only his knot kept it in.\n\nThe warm sun fell across Suel's back; he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the forest--while he held his bitch down in the hay, violently knotted inside her. \"I have a good idea what I'm about to do with you next,\" Suel told her, \"since your eggs can come from any species.\"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Actually, it was a cool, spring morning outside the drawn, heavy curtains of Ette&#039;s second-floor bedroom--but that early, grey, dawntime part of morning when the night owls finally start thinking that maybe they should really go to bed and when those who are lucky enough to be regular sleepers bellyache pretty hard if they&#039;re woken up. Not that one could tell what time it might be from inside the room, in which the lighting, temperature, and odor were presently all that of a cave at sea level (the odor mostly due to what a lesser mortal might have referred to as &quot;too much&quot; masturbation). Just the faintest glow of blue light faded in from underneath the off-white curtains. Ette&#039;s bed resided along the same wall as the window--its right side flush with it--but pushed back into the corner so that, when Ette lay on it, her&nbsp;&nbsp;hind paws just barely stretched to the windowsill while the rest of her was conveniently hidden from view.<br /><br />Her self-indulgent behavior was kept mostly behind closed doors--less to keep it a secret and more to avoid flaunting it in front of anyone who didn&#039;t want to take a couple hours out of their day to sit down and sew any patches over the resulting tears in their cloak of modesty. Behind her bedroom&#039;s closed door, she saw fit to keep her bad-dragon dildo, cum lube, and tissue box all at the ready on the nightstand at the left of the head of the bed, right under the lamp. She especially saw fit to do this on nights like last night when she&rsquo;d had &quot;too much&quot; to drink and had barely managed to slip the dildo out of her sloppy, satisfied pussy and flop it back onto the nightstand before she passed out, still lying on her back.<br /><br />A PC sitting on the floor next to its user&#039;s chair on the right, both in front of a desk up against the wall opposite the bed, spat quick, sharp flashes of classic-blue-LED-color light repeatedly at irregular intervals from beside its power button as the hard drive read and wrote, each flash lighting up practically the whole room as if from a bolt of electricity, each one making Ette&#039;s shut eyelids twitch. The girl herself lay on the bed having an uncomfortable sleep, her body refusing to roll one way or another, her hind legs quivering, held up in the air. Her waking self would have reprimanded her, no matter how drunk she was, for letting herself fall asleep on her back (even though that was most often hard for her to do anyway) because she always had weird dreams when she managed to. Her hind legs kicked slightly, and her tail slid back and forth unevenly across the undrawn sheets, pressed down against them, exposing her.<br /><br />In a fuzzy, blue world, an anthro male who looked like a cross halfway between a bear and a raccoon, whose outline stood out unnaturally sharp against the hazy, wavy background, knelt in front of her while she lay on her back on the ground watching him prod her exposed genitals with his black, knotted member, touching it to her clenched tailhole first, threatening, then to her quivering slit, pressing, while he stared down at her, a dark grin on his face, and held her hind legs in the air by her ankles. There were no bonds on her--not even her usual gear--but she felt not only weighed down but tied down. Any attempt to move resulted in a futile struggle. She stared up at his face, which she was sure wore a strange expression, kind but determined, even though it was too dark to see most of its features.<br /><br />When she looked back down at the male&#039;s cock, it was twice as large as it had been. The knot had grown enough to cover half his belly from view, and she started in surprise at this before stiffening up all over, afraid what even his shaft could do to her. He pulled her legs wider apart and pushed his hips so slowly she couldn&#039;t even tell they were moving--but he must have been pushing because his shaft started splitting her swollen peach open, making juices leak out all over it. She watched it slide slowly down and toward her between her hind legs, disappearing into her without giving her any sensation of either pain or pleasure--only incredible, hot pressure, stretching, spreading, and filling her until she felt like a balloon ready to violently pop. She couldn&rsquo;t even move her lips to protest or cry; her frustration at this was outdone by her deepening fear.<br /><br />Her body wouldn&rsquo;t listen to her desire to resist; instead, completely out of her control, it kept eagerly clamping on his powerful mating tool, pulling it in and trying to squeeze out his fluids. She suddenly heard herself gasp as his knot touched her swollen lips, pressing and making them kiss it, meaning his entire thick shaft, despite all odds, must have gotten buried inside her; and she started to feel unbearably heavy throughout her body. He didn&#039;t even move, just held there, yet that was enough. Without any of the pleasure, she watched herself release splatters all over his knot while her insides clamped and rippled in orgasm. The heavy feeling drained away but left her feeling more needy. The male moved his paws to her hips, gripped hard, and pulled her to him firmly while forcing his knot forward. She struggled to protest the gigantic insertion, several times too large for her poor body to handle. She just closed her eyes and let the balloon inside her pop. She woke up, panting hard in fear--then, a moment later, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, realizing, in order: that it had been a dream, that she wasn&rsquo;t in any danger, and that her nethers felt warm, swollen, and soaked.<br /><br />&quot;Oh... my...&quot; she whispered to herself, feeling a warm blush rise in her cheeks even though there was no one around, &quot;a rape dream... another one...&quot; and then continued her thought in her own head after she let her head fall back on the pillow: &quot;Another rape... fantasy dream. Three nights, three dreams, getting more real with each one. Thank goodness they don&#039;t keep me from getting a good rest, or I would be in real trouble. ...Did I really cum in my sleep? That&#039;s never happened before, ever, but it sure felt like...&quot; She paused her train of thought to reach her right forepaw down between her legs to confirm. She looked where she was reaching, and her lingering blush grew suddenly hot and intense, renewing itself in reaction to what she saw: not just her swollen pussy; a dark spot stretched down the sheets starting right between her legs and extending in a splatter about a quarter meter long and maybe half that wide. &quot;Goodness... I... rarely have one that intense when I&rsquo;m awake,&quot; she thought, now panting, feeling more than a little vulnerable and embarrassed.<br /><br />&quot;Do... I want to be raped that badly?&quot; she asked herself quietly but nonetheless out loud--then immediately grit her teeth and squinted to hear what she had just said, as if in pain after being physically struck by the words. After taking a moment to recover, she hesitantly touched her paw to her pussy, as she&#039;d been planning to, and immediately shivered, a hot spark of pleasure shooting through her. Both furry mound and fleshy lips were swollen and more sensitive than she&#039;d felt in years, maybe ever. &quot;I... think I do...&quot; she said quietly. Hesitantly, she pressed her paw in against her parts again, squooshing her mound and spreading her lips, and dragged her paw up slowly, soaking the pad in the process. Touching her clit hood sent another heavenly jolt of pleasure up her spine, almost too intense; she shivered violently in pleasure. She stopped again to recover, panting. &quot;Oh, dear...&quot; she whispered aloud again, &quot;...I&#039;m in heat, aren&#039;t I?&quot;<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t that heat made her any more horny or dirty minded than normal, as that would have been impossible; but it was that week of the month when every touch became twice as pleasurable and when there was the teensy-weensy problem of having to avoid males like the plague unless she really wanted eggs in her belly. She pushed her paw down her pussy again, her whole body shivering, as she allowed images and sounds of being violently raped by the male from her dream to drift through her head--then jumped half a meter in the air, shocked by a loud roar from downstairs followed by Garurumon shouting &quot;fuck!&quot; Her priorities changed, Ette jumped out of bed in a hurry and, literally dripping juice in a dotted trail behind her, ran downstairs to see what had happened.<br /><br />He was in the living room. What looked like--well, almost certainly was--his breakfast sat on the coffee table next to the beanbag chair, a plate of hashbrowns and eggs and a mug of coffee. He stood next to it. She looked frantically around the room. Nothing seemed to be wrong at all. &quot;What happened? Is there something the matter?&quot; Ette asked anyway--in an unusual British accent, concern in her voice, practically gritting her teeth and standing up rigid.<br /><br />Garurumon looked up as she walked in the doorway from the stairs. &quot;Ugh... Ette, sorry,&quot; he said with a tone of dampened disgruntlement like one has when they&#039;re just managing to relax after suffering a major annoyance, &quot;I thought that might have woken you up. I just fucking stubbed my toe on the table, that&#039;s all. Should have remembered what time it was.&quot;<br /><br />Ette visibly relaxed her shoulders now that she knew he was alright and splayed her legs in a more comfortable stance. &quot;Jeez, dammit, Garurumon,&quot; she tsked in a loud, frustrated American accent, &quot;Don&#039;t do that! Anyone ever told you being more careful would do you good?&quot;<br /><br />Garurumon raised an eyebrow, noting the instantaneous transformation. &quot;Has anyone ever told you that your personality completely one-eighties when you&#039;re nervous versus when you&#039;re relaxed?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yes, you. All the time.&quot;<br /><br />Garurumon grinned, knowing it was the truth.<br /><br />&quot;Anyway...&quot; Ette continued, showing more frustration, &quot;I&#039;m gonna have to make you pay for interrupting me like that. I was trying to paw off. And it was gonna be good too!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh?&quot; Garurumon blinked. &quot;I didn&#039;t realize you were up already,&quot; he said, ignoring the bulk of her statements, even less concerned with her bodily functions than he was with the fake threat. &quot;You have a bad dream again?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Um... yeah, about that...&quot; Ette said, looking to the side. &quot;I know I said they were &#039;bad dreams&#039; and all, but...&quot; She felt her cheeks filling with rosy warmth again.<br /><br />&quot;Look at that,&quot; Garurumon smiled. &quot;You can be cute after all, when you blush. So they&#039;re sex dreams, then?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Rape dreams,&quot; Ette said. &quot;Dreams where I enjoy getting raped, actually. ...Don&#039;t laugh!&quot; (Garurumon had started to snicker on the word &quot;enjoy.&quot;) &quot;What even is it?!&quot; she spat out, now more frustrated that he was amused at her plight than anything else.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re all embarrassed about it, but you being horny isn&#039;t exactly anything new,&quot; Garurumon said, continuing to grin like he was about to snicker more at any moment. &quot;Neither is you having fetishes.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh, thanks!&quot; Ette gasped with exaggerated indignance (even though she knew it was true and wasn&#039;t the least bit ashamed of it either--because why should she be?) &quot;Why are you up, by the way?&quot; she asked him.<br /><br />&quot;I couldn&#039;t sleep either,&quot; Garurumon said plainly.<br /><br />&quot;&#039;Either?&#039;&quot; Ette grinned slyly. &quot;Does that mean you had a &#039;sex dream&#039; too?&quot;<br /><br />Garurumon looked to the side, realizing his slip of the tongue. &quot;...Yeah,&quot; he said.<br /><br />&quot;Did you cum too?&quot; Ette grinned.<br /><br />&quot;...Yeah,&quot; he said again. &quot;Pretty... much... gonna have to wash all the sheets today. I really made a mess of it.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What&#039;s up with both of us going off?&quot; Ette said. &quot;That ever happened to you before?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Not... to this extent,&quot; Garurumon said. &quot;And don&#039;t know. Something in the air. Spring.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;...I guess so, damn!&quot; Ette said. &quot;Oh, yeah. Not that I think you&#039;d have any interest, Big Boy, but I just went in heat, so stay away.&quot; The first part of the sentence was sarcastic, but the second part was not.<br /><br />&quot;Got it.&quot; Garumon flopped nonchalantly onto his back on the beanbag chair and pulled the coffee table with his breakfast on it up next to him, getting in position to watch morning television. Then he looked up and saw Ette still standing there. &quot;So... what, you&#039;re not gonna go back to your room and rub one out, then?&quot; he asked.<br /><br />&quot;Nah,&quot; Ette said--then started walking toward the game shelf suddenly, moving from her position for the first time since she&#039;d gotten in the room, as if she&#039;d just remembered what she had been about to do. &quot;The moment&#039;s ruined now. Just gonna play a game or something. The Dreamtower VR&#039;s fucking cool.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh!&quot; Garurumon looked over as Ette pulled the helmet off the shelf. &quot;Speaking of that, I got us a new game for it yesterday,&quot; he said, &quot;Haven&#039;t even played it yet, but it should be done downloading by now.&quot;<br /><br />She put the helmet on and looked in the game library. And, after a moment: &quot;...What, &#039;World of Warcraft?&#039; That old fad? You serious? I haven&#039;t paid my account in years.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;May be old, but don&#039;t you remember thinking back in the day how cool it would be on virtual reality instead of PC? Lots of people thought that, including the company. So they released a whole new content pack with support for it and updated graphics. Less a week ago, and there are already supposedly tons of private servers running it. Must be good.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Fine,&quot; Ette said, &quot;I&#039;ll give it a shot as long as I don&#039;t have to pay.&quot; She remembered her recent adventure in Feral Fantasy for a moment and licked her lips.<br /><br />Garurumon thought she was eying his food and said, &quot;Get your own breakfast,&quot; as the TV in front of him blared nonsense.<br /><br />&quot;Not hungry,&quot; she said and started up the game, slumping back against the wall, prepared to take full advantage of not needing to move in real life for the system to interact with her brain and make her move and feel in the game. While waiting for it to load up, she flashed a brief smile for how casual and comfortable her interaction with her roommate had become.<br /><br />&quot;Huh,&quot; she said, noting the addition of an &quot;unofficial servers&quot; button, which had been added to an also updated server-selection screen, &quot;they must have finally realized private servers make them more money in the long run when more people decide to play the game.&quot; She checked the button and waited for the updated list to download, shifting her hips on the floor to get more comfortable as the loading ellipsis covered up the list. The interface screens were partially transparent, and the machine hadn&#039;t co-opted her sense of sight yet or muscle control yet. Through the loading screen, she watched Garurumon carry a couple pillows over for her in his teeth. He deposited them next to her and wished her good luck before turning to go back to his morning ritual.<br /><br />&quot;Why thank you, Good Sir,&quot; Ette said, smiling at his thoughtfulness as she shifted one pillow under her butt and the other behind her back. &quot;We&#039;ve really gotta look into getting another beanbag for this thing.&quot; He might have responded, but she didn&#039;t really hear him. The moment she leaned back against the pillow, the server list sprang up. She unchecked the &quot;Blizzard servers&quot; box now since she wasn&#039;t about to spend money on the game, as stated earlier; and the list updated right away, leaving her with a still extensive selection. (Also, she hadn&#039;t admitted, she&#039;d forgotten her account info and didn&#039;t want to spend an hour and a half calling their stupid customer support to retrieve it. She would just make a new account on the server she chose.)<br /><br />She scrolled through. There were, of course, a lot of server names like &quot;xX@vv3$0/\\/\\3Xx&quot; and &quot;Knights Templar,&quot; neither of which particularly appealed to her, perhaps for obvious reasons. She blithely scrolled through the list, which was, she had to agree with Garurumon, very long. They must have fixed a hell of a lot of things in order for all these servers to get the new expansion up and running so quickly. It had sometimes in the past taken half a year for the majority of servers to get new content implemented, as she recalled, which is why not a whole lot of people traditionally played on them compared to the official ones. That had obviously completely changed. She wondered if maybe what she had been expecting might be a short, annoying experience would turn out rather nice instead.<br /><br />A server finally caught her eye about a third down the list: &quot;Realistic Beasts (Expanded).&quot; Not only did it sound like it wouldn&#039;t be a stupid server run by morons; someone might have put real work into it, seeing as it called itself &quot;expanded.&quot; Plus, the content matter obviously interested her--on one level because it sounded like a fun, enhanced playing experience. On another level, she was secretly hoping... ...She stared at the level and ordered it to load with her mind, which it began to. As she waited, she thought.<br /><br />She wasn&#039;t quite sure what had made it so she could have gotten mated in Feral Fantasy. She&#039;d considered it a few times before in passing, but now that she was putting her mind to it, it started to seem even more weird and unlikely. A whole lot of people would have had to have conspired for that to have even been possible. It wasn&#039;t like they had been other players; they were NPC monsters--but even if they had been players, genitalia would have to be added to their models and textures; animators would have had to have added mounting, thrusting, licking, not to mention their cocks sliding out in the first place; there would have needed to have been programmers in the mix to specify what conditions must be met for them to mount, when they would cum, how much they would cum, and many other things; someone would have needed to have added new sound effects for them, plus things she was sure she couldn&#039;t imagine, not being a game developer.<br /><br />Plus, she had been playing on an official server, meaning people paid by Square must have been doing these things. It was all of a sudden now kind of blowing her mind that it had really happened. Was this kind of stuff happening to other players? Surely it would be all over Reddit or Facebook or wherever if it had. Maybe she&#039;d just gotten lucky, maybe, and it was a super rare occurrence, but surely it must have happened to at least somebody else, who probably didn&#039;t like it the way she did and who must have complained somewhere. It wasn&#039;t like the system or the game were particularly new--even though they were less than a year old. Plus, the game hadn&#039;t been rated adult or even mature. How did they get away with that?<br /><br />Her thoughts were cut off, literally, by the server loading. Her consciousness was transferred into her character, her short-term memory wiped. (This was a natural and necessary side effect of the Dreamtower intercepting synapse chains at certain key points in her brain in order to let her control her character.) She was in the middle of an absolutely bustling city, covered in trees and green tinted, bright and loud, which she instantly recognized as Moonglade from her old WoW days. Her heart thumped as she got excited for real, instantly falling in love with the tremendous sights, sounds, smells--and the feeling of really being there. Everything was so impressively detailed. &quot;Oh, my goodness...&quot; she heard herself whisper out loud. She was so ready to play this. She looked around in awe for something like five minutes before stopping to realize something was missing. &quot;I... did expect to pick my race, class and faction,&quot; she said aloud to herself, &quot;but it looks it decided I was an Alliance Druid? ...given my starting location? Since this thing can read my mind, it must have been what I was really hoping for... secretly, I suppose? So secretly that I didn&#039;t even know about it, perhaps.&quot; She giggled nervously, sort of feeling out of place suddenly. &quot;Isn&#039;t it strange it didn&#039;t give me the choice? What if it had picked wrong? Come to think of it, I didn&#039;t even make an account, yet here I am.&quot; She paused and considered doing something about it, like backing out and starting over. Maybe it had glitched? Everything around her froze as she called up the menu. The &quot;exit&quot; option hovered there; she stared at it, considering. But, rather than being hasty, she stood there and took a moment to relax. This was good enough, and she wanted to get going anyway. She exited the menu and resumed the game.<br /><br />As for her race: she looked down at herself. What she expected to have been just a common model turned out to be an amazing likeness of her real body, down to fur pattern. She realized her usual leather gear was on, her harness and muzzle trap, hooks and all, exactly like the real world--except she hadn&#039;t put that on yet this morning. So this must be how the game thought she imagined herself. She wondered if this was part of the official expansion or this server. On the one paw, it seemed too good of a synapse-interpretation algorithm to have come from some private-server basement coders. On the other paw, if this server&#039;s thing was an expanded bestiary and more realistic monsters, they might just know what they were doing enough to pull it off. In a week, though? Whatever.<br /><br />Anyway, she couldn&#039;t see anything but her front side. Maybe she looked pretty strange overall--even though she kind of doubted it, as the models and textures--players, NPCs, and environment--all looked amazing. Regardless, she simply had to see herself. She crept shyly into a nearby tavern, not wanting to make any fuss for anybody--but realized that was silly when nobody looked up or cared, just like she remembered from the old days. Perfect: a mirror above the fireplace in the back, resting on the mantle, exactly what she was looking for.<br /><br />Sure that no one would react to her doing so, she dragged an unoccupied chair over in front of the crackling fire in the fireplace, hopped up on it, and immediately recognized herself in the mirror--but somehow a crisper, more graceful, more natural, version of herself than in real life. &quot;Goodness,&quot; she said, smiling and lightly blushing, &quot;I&#039;m even more beautiful here. This world is truly nothing short of amazing!&quot; Her face was slightly leaner and had more impressive cheekbones, like she was always wishing for. Her teeth were smaller but sharper, a strange modification but certainly one that was in proportion with her other features. She had densely muscled shoulders but lean front legs.<br /><br />Turning to the side, she saw the same was true for her hips and hind legs as well. Her coat was perfectly groomed, shiny, and silky, blowing this way and that in the updraft from the fire. She felt excited enough to cum on the spot. Speaking of that, she turned her rear to the mirror and looked over her shoulder as much as she could, lifting her equally well groomed tail. Her anus was pink and petite, and a bit of the fur around it was shaved away, as befit a lady. In contrast, her mating slit was lewdly rounded and puffy, the surrounding fur bulged out a little bit, and was leaking a rivulet of clear juice from the stop down her swollen, pink lips. Her clit button was popped out, unabashedly begging to be fiddled with. &quot;Damn,&quot; she smirked, admiring her rear end, &quot;these guys really meant it when they said &#039;realistic beasts,&#039; didn&#039;t they?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Except...&quot; she said, admitting with disappointment what she had really been hoping for, &quot;I&#039;m still in heat here. So much for getting mated. Oh well...&quot; <br /><br />Setting aside that aspect of gaming, though, did remind her that she had previously been excited about the beautiful world outside, which was waiting for her, ready to be explored. All perky and smiling again, she jumped down off the chair and ran out of the tavern and, without stopping, through the center of town. She adjusted her course until her marker on the UI minimap showed her going south. Quest markers sprang up all over the place as she went--on the minimap and in front of her, hovering over people&#039;s heads--but she ignored them. She wanted to see how strong she was and what it felt like to fight and kill in this game. She hadn&#039;t even stopped to think about equipment, but she figured the starting gear would serve for a low-level area.<br /><br />She practically sprinted down the cobblestone roads, across the porcelain bridges, and then over the dirt roads in the farming areas south of the main town; but she never once felt tired, nor did she get out of breath. This game never did have any concept of stamina. One could run and fight constantly for as long as they had the desire to. The developers didn&#039;t want an annoying real-world limitation like that to get in the way of user experience, and she was more grateful for it now than ever. It felt amazing to run at full speed for tens of minutes at a time without her legs giving out on her. The wind whipped through her fur. The land felt heavenly beneath her feet, solid and warm. It was what every animal dreams of.<br /><br />Suel the Wolvar reached his (somewhat) secret lodge in the southern forest and decided that maybe he&#039;d have lunch before he pawed off today. The walk had felt a bit longer than usual; maybe they were reaching the hotter days of spring? In any case, he was more in the mood to sit down than to take the time to strip out of his gear and expend more energy wanking it. He took his keyring from his right kilt pocket and fumbled through the keys, looking for the one to the lodge&#039;s front door, like he did every single day because he stupidly kept never getting around to organizing the damn things onto multiple rings. He zoned out as he mechanically flipped through the dozens of keys, letting his thoughts wander, as he was wont to do frequently.<br /><br />A recent, exquisitely pleasurable experience with one of his mates, Jerv, had rekindled his lust for adventuring to a level possibly above where it had been in the old days. But Jerv, as much as she loved slipping out to be free and naughty with him, still stayed at home most days, taking care of things there, which at least seemed to be her decision. Suel believed in the mantra, &quot;if it ain&#039;t broke, don&#039;t fix it.&quot; But Suel&#039;s need to get out of the house and out of the routine was far greater than hers; he&#039;d been coming here every day Jerv didn&#039;t want to go out, sometimes by himself, sometimes with Skoll, List, Loque, or Erya, to play with them, both sexually and non sexually, in the lodge cabin by themselves, in the forest with the animals--or, sometimes, in the case of List, a slow rub and release of the giant mount&#039;s always pent-up arousal into the hay of the single-stall stable out back where List was tethered during his stays. Whatever he was in the mood for, it was deeply gratifying to be out in the middle of the nature he so loved. This was the place that he felt so connected to most of all, and the feeling of being in it. He smiled as he came upon the right key and unlocked and opened the door.<br /><br />Ette reached the southern forest, which was where she planned to level for a bit. It was warm and inviting, covered in patches of soft grass and packed dirt, not a pine cone or a bramble under foot. Green daylight filtered down in patches from the tall, tall canopy, interspersed on the forest floor with patches of shade shaped like leaves and branches from the trees&#039; massive trunks. Forest critters of all sorts happily dashed, flew, and bounced this way and that, many dozens of them within her immediate field of view. She waded through a small creek at ground level, stepping with pleasure on the smooth stones sunken in the cool, rushing water--and then continued a little further in, looking for the most comfortable spot to begin her killing spree, preferably a wide clearing or something to that effect. After a few minutes of walking in further and looking for such a place--all the while smiling, enjoying the bright, loud calls of the many families of birds she could see darting through the air between the younger trees--she found exactly the clearing she&#039;d been hoping for, a short ways from a wider continuation, to her left, of the creek she had crossed over earlier.<br /><br />The clearing was swarming with grazing hares. She noted their resemblance to the hares she&#039;d leveled on in Feral Fantasy. They were beautiful creatures, each with his or her own expressive eyes and wonderful, sleek, powerful hind legs. If they had been real and Ette had been charged with killing them, she&#039;d maybe never have forgiven herself. But they were part of the game. They didn&#039;t feel any pain, and their lives were created by the system not by nature. This was evidenced further by the group&#039;s reaction--or lack of reaction, rather--when she pounced the one closest to her and sunk her teeth in, clamping her jaw firmly, ripped back, and tore it to pieces. At least, tearing it was what it felt like. There was no blood, and it remained whole no matter how much she attacked it. One clamp of her jaw seemed to kill it; she left it lying limp on the ground and pounced another. And another and another.<br /><br />She assumed all these guys would respawn somewhere after ten seconds or what have you. She didn&#039;t see any appearing ever, but there were so many hares around that it would have been difficult to have watched for it even if she&#039;d cared that much. It did bother her a little bit that the bodies weren&#039;t disappearing, though. It made her feel uneasy after a bit to see them scattered around, and she started tossing them in a pile behind some bushes at her rear. It gave her the strange, irrational feeling that she was actually killing them. &quot;I... wonder if they programmed in something to give you a sense of guilt?&quot; she murmured nervously to herself, &quot;so killing felt more impressive? Or maybe to force you into aggro areas so you didn&#039;t feel bad about it, like you were defending yourself instead of attacking them?&quot; But she went back to it after shrugging, figuring she had no leveling alternatives at the moment.<br /><br />Suel was getting sharp pains in the back of his head, which could only mean one thing. He stood up immediately from the table, still chewing a bite of his luncheon sandwich while he simply dropped it back on the plate. It was a good thing he&#039;d opted to not remove his gear today after all. Whoever it was was close, either incredibly brave or incredibly ignorant to be invading another druid&#039;s territory and doing as they wished there--killing. Whoever it was seemed weak too. So either they were powerful, hiding their energy&#039;s signature, and luring him into a trap--or they were so impossibly undertrained they couldn&#039;t even tell this was his section of the forest--both of which seemed equally unlikely. He&#039;d go in, but cautiously, readying the spell components in his satchel.<br /><br />He didn&#039;t have far to go. He merely stepped out the door and crossed the creek before he heard the commotion from the nearby clearing. Already almost a hundred hares gone; whoever it was was quick enough to make him consider again that this might be a lure. And yet... &quot;There she is,&quot; he thought, narrowing his eyes. The first angle Suel spied Ette from was the rear--as he crouched and peered through the undergrowth into the clearing. She was naked, strangely, defiantly and openly (which is how Suel could tell so quickly it was a female), except for a leather harness that wouldn&#039;t even serve as armor. This was not something he saw every day. She wasn&#039;t armed and didn&#039;t exude any magical power at all. Suel stared, dumbfounded. This girl had the strength of a little child and was playing around naked in his woods as if she were a little child; but she had the body of an adult in more ways than one. He stared at her heat-swollen rear, which was pushed in the air and shaking back and forth in delight as she tore a hare apart.<br /><br />Suel literally slapped himself, physically reprimanding his stupid brain for being a horndog instead of stopping her. He didn&#039;t know what was going on, but he was going to face her. He snuck out of the bushes without making a sound. Though he would have expected even a druid as weak as she was to notice him at this range due to his high-level energy, she didn&#039;t turn around or pay any attention at all. He stood up behind her, not even bothering to be stealthy anymore, and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. She yelped in surprise and a little pain. He easily lifted her whole body off the ground as if it weighed nothing--even though, hanging down toward the ground like she now was, she was almost as tall as he was. And probably not too much lighter either. He turned her to face him by way of transferring her to his other paw.<br /><br />&quot;Who are you, and what do you think you&#039;re doing?&quot; Suel barked in her face with a scowl on his.<br /><br />Ette yelped in surprise and gasped, stiffening up hard and turning her head away from the man who had attacked her, closing her eyes in fright. When she tried to answer his questions, she couldn&#039;t. At first, she thought it was fear keeping her voice from coming out; but, after several moments of struggling to speak, she realized she couldn&#039;t form words literally no matter how hard she tried. She waited to be killed, petrified with fear; but nothing happened. She finally opened one eye and hesitantly, slowly, turned to face the man again. He had barely moved, like he was waiting for a response. Dialogue choices had appeared in a text box near the bottom of her UI, each an option for how she could respond to his demanding inquiry. Then she looked up and saw the big, glaring, yellow-question-mark quest marker sitting above his head and his matching icon in the minimap. She must have been too intent on leveling to notice before; but there it was, plain as day, for her to have seen if she&#039;d just glanced up at the minimap. She could easily have detected his approach before if not for her own utter failure to pay attention to the UI. In short, she was a dumb noob. She hung her head, giving a great sigh of relief and dropping her shoulders, wanting to laugh at herself for how foolish she&#039;d been to get startled like that. This was just a stupid scripted event, and the man holding her was nothing more than an NPC. And, obviously, the reason she couldn&#039;t speak the way she wanted was because she had to respond with a line from the dialogue box, a choice from the script. She probably would have known that right away if she&#039;d had any experience with this game in virtual reality before day. Damn, it was real, though, to make her fear for her life like that.<br /><br />Her dialogue choices changed as she relaxed. She could hardly pick one, still quite twitchy from having tensed so much. Nevertheless, she tried to shake it off and started to read them. She did find it odd: there was no name for this character displayed in the UI or in the dialogue box; just a blank space instead. But maybe that was because she didn&#039;t know his name yet. Made sense. She collected her nerves finally and looked him over, giving herself enough chance for the first time to recognize him.<br /><br />She yelped loudly. A hot, deep blush grew in her cheeks as she quickly looked him up and down again, just to make sure. This NPC looked exactly like the man who had raped her in her dream this morning--in the most intense, real, erotic dream she could recall ever having. Not just like him, exactly like him, to the point she was sure in her bones that it was him.<br /><br />She stiffened up again, harder than before, trying (but failing) to quiet her irrational fears with the rational, plausible explanation that this was the game drawing on her memories to create models just like it had created her virtual body without her direct input earlier. After all, there was no way that that fictional character entirely created in her own head could come to life, right? At least, not outside the bounds of the game! And this was a game. He probably looked different to each player. Despite attempts to rationalize, she found herself frantically struggling, on instinct, to get away from him. She couldn&#039;t ignore the awful feeling growing in her. Was this what it was like to encounter a software bug in virtual reality? Or perhaps the program was working too well. Either way, she needed to try to repress the intense anxiety growing out of her imagination. She kept telling herself, over and over again, that he had simply been generated from her thoughts and that she had nothing to fear. And every time she tried and failed to convince herself, she felt herself struggle even harder. She was freaking out and didn&#039;t know what to do. Her emotions had boarded a roller coaster, which had prevented her from replying for a sufficient amount of time that the man, scripted though he may be, was allowed to get pissed off.<br /><br />&quot;So, you do realize you&#039;re naked,&quot; Suel said, smirking, misinterpreting her yelp and struggle, not privy to the thoughts rushing through the head of the girl he was holding in the air in front of him by the scruff of her neck. &quot;Didn&#039;t expect anyone to find you?&quot; he challenged her. &quot;You certainly seem to mind now that someone did.&quot;<br /><br />The dialogue choices in Ette&#039;s UI box changed yet again now that the NPC had said something further. Forgetting her lingual limitation, she shouted a knee-jerk reply. Though she was able to speak unlike moments before, what came out was nothing like what she&#039;d meant to say. She could have sworn that she&#039;d meant to say &quot;Put me down! I didn&#039;t know I was supposed to be modest in this game!&quot; Instead, what she heard herself say was one of the cool and collected lines from the dialogue box that had all the earmarks of having been written by a dumb assistant developer: &quot;Naked? Oh, please. I&#039;m a feral.&quot; It was an incredibly odd sensation. Those words obviously were nothing like the words in her head that she had tried to make her mouth form, and she fully remembered what she&#039;d meant to say; yet she had the bizarre, overwhelming feeling she had indeed said exactly what she&#039;d meant to say, as if the feeling were being forced on her. The world pulsed around her as she got a strong, dissociative head rush that made her woozy and her ears ring loudly. The mouth of the man from her dream started moving again, but she couldn&#039;t hear him for as long as the rush lasted.<br /><br />Because of this, she didn&#039;t answer for long enough again that the man shook her violently--and threw her body over his shoulder like the body of a tranquilized fox. He started to walk toward the creek with her. She wanted to protest verbally, except her dialogue box was empty--still present but bereft of choices--and nothing would come out of her mouth even if she opened it just like when he&#039;d first picked her up. Then, like waking up from her dream this morning, she suddenly, out of nowhere, remembered it was just make believe and that she wasn&#039;t in immediate danger. She had the ability to pause the game and choose the &quot;exit&quot; option. Plus, she supposed she&#039;d just respawn in the town center if he did kill her. Actually, since this was just a quest NPC, he wouldn&#039;t even be allowed to kill a player character. Most of them couldn&#039;t even attack or be attacked. With that train of thought, her logical side came out on top. This was a scripted event in the game, and the way she felt was exactly the way the game wanted her to feel. It was artificial, an exaggerated jump scare she was making a big deal out of--but having it feel real was part of the draw of the game. She suspected that the experience of any other player would have been different regarding this NPC, probably much nicer; she&#039;d just had it bad because she&#039;d been too dumb to notice him approaching her and because the game happened to choose her dream rapist to model him after.<br /><br />She closed her eyes and let herself breathe normally, deciding that the scary part of the situation was over and that she wouldn&#039;t let that put her off the previously wonderful experience she&#039;d been having. She would see where he took her. She relaxed her body and didn&#039;t put up any struggle, letting him carry on as the dearth of dialogue choices suggested she was supposed to. She felt silly again; she&#039;d let herself get completely and utterly carried away. So why did she have the nagging feeling her thoughts were still being manipulated? Suddenly, out of nowhere, she freaked out again, as if just now remembering that this was her rapist and she had to get away. What the hell was happening to her? She got another head rush, stronger than before. She was still on the emotional roller coaster, up the slope and down the hill, relaxed and anxious, relaxed and anxious, switching back and forth fast enough to make her sick to her stomach. Maybe she really felt afraid, and the game was forcing calm on her. Or was it the other way around? Maybe it needed her to feel a particular way for the quest, and she was struggling against it? Whatever was going on, it was not good. It was breaking down her ability to reason. Every time she thought one thing, the opposite thought presented itself and struggled for control, like water in a bottle that was being tipped back and forth, not unlike a bad LSD trip. Maybe letting amateur coders interfere directly with the user&#039;s brain was not such a good idea.<br /><br />A single dialogue choice came up in the window; seeing it, she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. She didn&#039;t choose it, hoping she would never be forced to choose it. The man stopped walking. She silently cursed to herself as she realized her inability to stabilize her thoughts had given her captor enough time to bring her to his destination. He opened the door to his cabin and dropped her violently on the floor before turning to lock the door. Ette whined in pain and looked up at him. He was obviously far stronger than she was, and he was wearing armor; she wouldn&#039;t have stood a chance against him had she chosen to fight. Instead, she told herself to get it over with, that no further dialogue options would come up until she chose the one available to her, and selected it. &quot;Are you going to rape me?&quot; she whined in a weak voice.<br /><br />Suel&#039;s body visibly tensed, and he froze in place facing the door. He normally would never, ever have his pleasure with someone without their consent; he was just going to punish her and teach her a lesson. But, as his sheath hardened under his kilt, he felt his stomach tighten and a rush of warmth come over him, all due to her mere suggestion. This girl was no more than a monster. She had done something unthinkable to creatures that were under his protection and bloodied the domain he was charged with protecting. If he was ever going to rape anybody in his life, this would absolutely be the time to do it and the body to do it to. It was a horrible act, but it wouldn&#039;t even compare to what she had done.<br /><br />...Was he going to rape her? He wasn&#039;t sure. What was the difference between that and the physical abuse he&#039;d already been planning? He wasn&#039;t sure of that either. It was justified, more than justified, and she was begging for it. He tensed up harder, admitting to himself that he wanted it, that that&#039;s exactly what he had wanted since he&#039;d seen under her tail back there in the clearing. He might feel uncomfortable at first, but he&#039;d get used to it while sinking his throbbing cock into her tight, heat-moistened hole. Right?<br /><br />Suel turned back around to face the murderer girl, forced himself to growl to scare her, and set down his satchel by the door before kicking her--just hard enough to discourage her rather than hurt her--but making her roll toward the center of the room. &quot;Don&#039;t get up,&quot; he said. &quot;You know I could kill you without lifting a finger.&quot; The girl curled up on the floor and whimpered, clutching her stomach, where Suel had kicked her, while Suel undid his belt and dropped his kilt along with his underwear, leaving him bare with a peeking, dribbling black tip, his sheath fully hard, his knot swelling inside. &quot;Convenient you&#039;re wearing a harness already,&quot; he grinned, pulling his sheath down to relieve his aching, erect meat into the open air as his knot swelled up the rest of the way and pressed against his belly. He stopped in place and watched her reaction. He could still back out, he could still let her go or give her a lighter punishment.<br /><br />Ette stared at his equipment--not just his massive cock but the two furry orbs hanging down below that he was going to relieve inside her. She felt her body shudder. It reminded her how in heat she was. She tried to hate that she couldn&#039;t ignore her pounding heart or her moistening folds--because that&#039;s how she felt she was supposed to feel--but she let it happen anyway. This was her fantasy, precisely her fantasy, and she was entertaining thoughts of letting him do it. She could still exit the game if it got bad, and it would all go away. She wasn&#039;t being forced; she wanted it. And that&#039;s what made it feel unfulfilling. It wouldn&#039;t be straddling the line, getting her as close to rape as possible without it being rape; it would be&nbsp;&nbsp;completely consensual. If she didn&#039;t exit, she would still actually be choosing it, giving her implicit consent. To have her fantasy fulfilled, it would have to be real. It would have to be against her will, and by definition she couldn&#039;t want that. She started to sob. She couldn&#039;t decide what to do. Her mind was in a complete fog. She knew: she was being broken, had been being broken down since he&#039;d picked her up, facing what it really meant to want to be raped. It was intense and awful and not like she&#039;d imagined it at all.<br /><br />&quot;Please don&#039;t...&quot; she heard herself say, very thankfully choosing the dialogue that had just popped up in the box, &quot;I thought this was a game. I didn&#039;t know-&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You think it&#039;s a game, huh?&quot; Suel stared at her sternly, narrowing his eyes. That was it, that was what he needed. All hesitation was gone now, replaced by hot, snarling anger. He was going to enjoy this and make her pay at the same time. He walked to her; crouched down at her right; flipped her on her back without any regard for her; and straddled her, holding down her front legs before she could do anything.<br /><br />Ette lost it completely and flat-out panicked when nothing came up in the dialogue box that might let her correct the misunderstanding. She whimpered loudly and looked up at him. He wore an expression like a mad beast. She tensed up hard; and, the more she tensed, the more his expression faded from view into shadow. The sunlight streaming through the cabin&#039;s many medium-sized windows had made the room bright up till this point, but it now grew gradually darker. At first, Ette thought it was a cloud drifting in front of the sun; but it quickly became too dark for that to have been it. The sounds of the birds from outside disappeared gradually as well, replaced by the same constant ringing in her ears she&#039;d been experiencing on and off since the man had found her. As if to symbolize the zenith of her mental haze, the wavy, intangible, blue background from her dream replaced the cabin.<br /><br />She couldn&#039;t fool herself anymore; one shining thought broke through the haze, that she was in grave danger.&nbsp;&nbsp;Something was wrong, but she remembered her way out; she immediately paused the game, calling up the menu, and mashed the &quot;exit&quot; button. It depressed like she expected a UI button to--then nothing, no function. Her eyes widened as she depressed it again and again, as quickly as she could. Tears of intense fear and frustration ran from her eyes as she hammered at it with her mind and probably would have with her paws had they not been held firmly down on the ground.<br /><br />This was way more than just a quest or a game glitch; the man on top of her continued to move through the menu screen even though things should have been paused and frozen. Everything was broken and wrong. He released her front legs and rubbed her six nipples, squeezing each one of her small breasts in his anthro paws and flicking the nubs until they were firm. The moment he moved his paws, she immediately tried to lift her front legs and push him off; but they were held down with binding magic. Like in her dream, her body, out of her control, refused to resist. Not just &quot;like&quot; in her dream; her mind struggled, trying to wake up. &quot;No... no... no! I didn&#039;t mean to!&quot; she shouted as loud as she could inside her head, the dialogue box still empty. &quot;Get me out of here! I&#039;m really going to be raped! I don&#039;t want it! Please! I don&#039;t!&quot; Nothing audible came out of her mouth except sobbing.<br /><br />Suel grinned as he held the girl down on the floor of his cabin, watching her thrash back and forth and listening to her cry. He licked the drool off his lips as his cock jumped repeatedly and made a strand of another kind of drool connect between his tip and her belly. The harder she cried and the more desperate she looked, the harder he throbbed, savoring her suffering as she only just began to receive the punishment she deserved. He planted his paws firmly on her chest and moved forward on her body, touching his tip to the end of her muzzle. She snarled, baring her sharp, dangerous teeth.<br /><br />****<br /><br />&quot;If you bite it, I snap your neck,&quot; the man told her. Ette&#039;s eyes stung as the hot tears kept flowing from her eyes. Her last resort had had no effect. He was right. He could and would kill her, and she didn&#039;t know what that meant if she couldn&#039;t exit the game. She had no choice but to stop resisting. All that was left was to get it over with. Quickly and with intense disgust at herself she dismissed the thought that she needed to make this good for him and service him as if he were someone important to her. Pulling her teeth up and out of the way and pursing her lips, pushing them forward, she craned her neck toward his cock and kissed the tip of his shaft. The taste of his pre and the smell of his musk were intoxicating, completely overwhelming. Her heart beat so hard it felt like it was going to explode, thumping in her ears. Her body, so close to the tool it needed inside it, was overcome with heat and desire. The internal struggle tore her apart. She watched herself from outside her body as it opened its mouth and, slipping its tongue forward, cupping the underside, kissed passionately down the man&#039;s shaft, suckling hard, eagerly swallowing his pre. She wanted to turn away as she watched her nose twitch, sniffing him.<br /><br />While looking down and watching the girl submit, eagerly and passionately suckling him down, Suel felt rushes of the power high sweeping hotly over him back and forth, again and again. Her hot muzzle worked its way down around his cock, kissing it, swallowing tightly, and sending shivers through him, surrounding him in slick, warm wetness. He grinned, baring his own set of sharp teeth, staring into the glazed-over eyes that completed the girl&#039;s vacant expression. Her body knew what to do even if she wasn&#039;t in control of it; the idea that he was using her like a piece of meat excited him in ways he didn&#039;t know were possible. He&#039;d never even considered this might appeal to him; but the incredible stiffness that would not leave his cock was undeniable. This was a forbidden perversion, and he was in the thick of it. He let the bitter anger at her actions and attitude translate into the need to dump his load in her, satisfying both the need to punish and the need to mate by making her his slave.<br /><br />Suel grabbed both sides of her muzzle, holding it firmly shut around his hardness, increasing the heat and wetness against his shaft, savoring how every jump his cock made inside her, slapping her palate, and shoved himself the rest of the way forward, forcing it in down to the knot through her slick lips. He shivered powerfully in excitement and pleasure as, instead of resisting further, she kissed eagerly all the way down his shaft. She paused when his knot smacked her lips and suckled hard on his whole shaft like it was a pacifier, making out wetly with his knot at the same time. Suel half lidded his eyes and let out the deep moan that was growing inside him. He cupped his paws around the back of her her head now instead of her muzzle, gripping with one on either side of her skull, and pushed her halfway off his shaft before pulling her back on. He thrust against the movement of her muzzle, slowly fucking her face, his whole body continuing to shiver each time he slid his shaft between her slippery, hot lips. Her tongue slid along his meat, pushed out above her lower lip, cupped around the underside of his throbbing cock, trying to reach his knot.<br /><br />Suel grit his teeth and lifted himself off her a little, straightening his body and giving his thrusts more power, wanting more pleasure out of the muzzle of this obedient slut. He pulled out and held her head still as he banged her muzzle with his full shaft, reveling in the choking sounds she made. He rammed the tip against the back of her throat, making her swallow hard and whine nearly every time he did. The times she didn&#039;t whine, she gasped or gagged, and Suel&#039;s cock jumped hard as he grinned. Her throat was tight and hot; it clamped on him as he forced his bone down into it. She kept swallowing hard, clearly trying to not gag, and panted through her nose while sticking her tongue out farther. Suel chose to believe she was trying to give him pleasure this way and responded by excitedly slicking his pre up and down her tongue. Nearly ready to cum, Suel closed his eyes and held her hard while he stopped banging her with his shaft, slid himself in, and pulled her head onto him with increasing pressure. She couldn&#039;t get her mouth open very far because of her muzzle trap, but he was determined. With a loud whine, she accepted his knot inside with a tight POP followed by the sounds of stretching leather from her strained muzzle trap. Suel felt his nuts clench, sending blasts of seed up through his cock. He held back, cock stiffening up hard along the top of her mouth and drooling cum, until he couldn&#039;t hold back the growing, hot pressure and blasted his cream in huge, hard ropes. Through fluttering, half-lidded eyes, he watched the obedient bitch swallow every shot down hungrily, her throat undulating with each gulp.<br /><br />Ette squirmed on the ground, reduced temporarily to a level of pure animal pleasure, forgetting about such complicated topics as rape and morality as her body enjoyed being used as a stranger&#039;s cum dumpster, gulping his thick ropes of sweet, sticky, hot semen. The man was done emptying himself down her throat after thirty seconds. He pushed her head back, popping his knot loose and slipping his shaft out, and let it rest on top of Ette&#039;s muzzle, her nose nestled in the groove between his knot and the upper part of his furry, musky sack. The physical side had fully taken over with Ette pinned down like this. Shame and panic were still brewing in the back of her mind, but even they were covered up by the sick, profound pride she took in having appropriately serviced the powerful, superior male. She deeply inhaled his musk, grateful for the chance. His cock jumped in an aftershock and landed with a thunk back on the top of her muzzle, drooling out a gooey line of cum that had come late to the party; it seeped down the left side of her muzzle.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re not done,&quot; he told her firmly; and she felt herself blush hotly as she nearly instinctively chose the dialogue option that had come up.<br /><br />&quot;Yes, Sir,&quot; she softly whined, body quaking. She tried to ignore the idea that the dialogue box only displayed things she really wanted to say, that it was somehow seeing past her pretenses. The idea that her resistance was a pretense was disgusting, as was the idea that she really was a slut who could only hope he&#039;d mate her sopping cunt. But that hot, deep, absolutely exquisite satisfaction that kept rushing over her while she was taking his load down her throat... She didn&#039;t know what was right or wrong anymore. She&#039;d remember this feeling, the feeling of being torn between the two, for the rest of her life, but it lasted no more than a moment longer.<br /><br />The man stood up, cock bobbing and leaking, held outside his sheath by his massive knot. The moment he stood up, the timeline diverted from that of of her dream; and the wavy, blue background was replaced by the environment of the bright cabin from earlier along with and the sounds of chirping birds. Her mental haze dissipated along with the blue haze of the environment. She gasped and looked around in surprise. She felt a jolt as she regained her senses completely, breaking out of the mental prison she&#039;d been put in. The magical bonds on her front legs disappeared, and sprang to her feet, beyond grateful that the man had stopped with just a muzzlejob despite what he&#039;d just said. She sprinted toward the door.<br /><br />&quot;Stop,&quot; the man commanded, and she froze in place. It was nothing more than a gut reaction. But then she realized she couldn&#039;t get out and that he would hurt her if she tried. She slowly turned around and, gritting her teeth, bowed her head in subservience. She didn&#039;t know what had just happened to her--or what had happened to the game to make the exit button not work--but there was no time to think about either one now. There was only one thing left to do: from this point forward, she&#039;d resist as hard as she could without getting killed.<br /><br />Suel felt his heart leap and his teeth clench together in a broad grin. He couldn&#039;t believe it had worked; he couldn&#039;t believe he was capable of controlling someone this way. His cock bounced rapidly, drooling pre again, showing his excitement. He walked over next to her and took one of List&#039;s leashes off the hook to the left of the door frame. Of course, it would be ridiculously long for her; but it was the most convenient way to do what he was planning; the slut already had on what was more or less bondage gear. He knelt down in front of her. The bitch snarled again, but he knew she wasn&#039;t going to do anything. He slapped her right cheek to shut her up, and she yelped loudly and let her face turn away with the recoil--then she looked back at him slowly and lowered her head. He hooked the leash in the D ring at the end of her muzzle and stood back up. He looped the slack around his right paw and gripped the loop, pulling the rest taut, and gave a tug, yanking the girl forward. She looked down so he couldn&#039;t see her eyes and bore her claws, digging them into the floor. Suel didn&#039;t give a shit about that and walked the opposite direction, pulling her out of the living room area and down the hall toward the back door. She collapsed to the ground and dragged her claws along the floor, making long scratches and streaks in the wood before he tugged her again, flipping her on her back with the force, and dragging her painfully the rest of the way out of the cabin and into the stable area, into the warm spring air and the stall roof shading them from the bright sun.<br /><br />Suel looped the portion of the leash he was holding around the hook screwed into a beam along the left wall of the stall, which is where he usually tethered List. She rolled to her feet and tried to yank away from it--then dropped her front end on the hay so she could lift her front paws up and rip the leash with her claws. Suel saw this and kicked her side like he had earlier, sending her back down on the hay with a squeal. As she writhed in pain, Suel knelt down to retrieve a few lengths of rope from the toolbox at the inside corner of the stall. Too bad she couldn&#039;t get away; he could have caught her so easily with how fast this weak little bitch probably could run. He bent over and methodically tied her down: lengths through the metal links on both sides of her harness, stretched taut then tied at their other ends to hooks on the left and right of the stall, so she was completely restricted in her lateral movement; and short lengths strung through the links on the front and underside of her harness tied to a hook on the floor below her in the hay, so she was completely restricted in her vertical movement as well. The only thing she could do with the front half of her body would be to lower it into the hay; but Suel left her rear half free of bonds in case she wanted to make some pathetic, erotic attempt at struggling.<br /><br />Instead of doing what he expected, Ette whimpered pitifully on purpose. The man snarled, clearly deeply annoyed at the attempt to make him feel sorry for her. She took another kick to her stomach--then another. Ette cried and curled up, holding her tender, throbbing belly. The man pulled her to her paws with his paws gripping her left side; she snarled and thrashed away from him, but he held her side, digging his claws in. He came around in front of her again, lifted her head violently, and stared her in the eyes, relying on her muzzle trap to keep her from snapping at him. It worked; she couldn&#039;t open her mouth that far. &quot;I bet you&#039;re sorry you&#039;re in heat now,&quot; Suel grinned, &quot;I&#039;m going to make you push out a cub for every life you took, one to one, and repair the damage you did. Now, where am I going to find a male of your species?&quot; Ette felt her belly clench in deep frustration as, unlike before, the one choice that magically appeared in her dialogue box was chosen for her automatically, like it was trying to read her mind.<br /><br />&quot;I lay eggs, and I can get pregnant by any species,&quot; she volunteered--then immediately thrashed against her bonds, even more disgusted with herself than earlier, disgusted she been forced to admit he could knock her up if he wanted to. When she couldn&#039;t break through, Ette stopped for a moment, exhausted, and looked up at him.<br /><br />&quot;Oh can you?&quot; The man licked his lips. He obviously hadn&#039;t thought it odd she&#039;d just told him that; he was lost in the sick pleasure of imagining her laying his young. Hot tears had started to stream down out of the corners of her eyes more times than she could count now. The beating had weakened her more than she thought, but she still wanted to struggle--and, somehow more than that, to explain herself and plead with him. He probably wasn&#039;t a bad person; this was her fault. &quot;I didn&#039;t know it was real!&quot; she wanted to shout, but of course she couldn&#039;t. No option to do so would display because somehow, some way, this was reality now. She couldn&#039;t leave the game because this wasn&#039;t the game. It wasn&#039;t the playful, interactive world everyone else was experiencing. This was, had to be, something only she could experience, like the alternate world she&#039;d hopped into from Feral Fantasy. Those rabbits she killed were as real to this man as they should have been to her. Of course it didn&#039;t matter what she had or hadn&#039;t known at the time; she&#039;d done it. She deserved this, and all she could do when he let go of her muzzle was to hang her head. His punishment seemed nothing more than fair. She grit her teeth with a pained expression on her face. Choking back another sob, she admitted the pain wasn&#039;t the only thing still making her belly throb. The need to mate leaking from the swollen lump between her hind legs, her body&#039;s dirty reaction to its own hormones, was driving her slowly insane. Maybe she should just let him use her body like it was meant to be used. She was a murderer and a slut. The man walked around back of her, knelt, and yanked up her tail, gripping it hard at the base, painfully working the fur against its grain, practically lifting her hind legs off the ground.<br /><br />Suel couldn&#039;t wait, couldn&#039;t be bothered with any petting or foreplay. He looked down and watched himself slip his big, black bone forward into the bitch&#039;s tight cunt, shivering as she sucked him up, her lips barely able to spread around even his shaft, hugging and clinging to it even as he slid in between them, aided by their warm wetness, into her passage. Her tunnel a bit inside; he adjusted his stance, lifting his knees, first the left then the right, to get closer to her hot rump, and angled himself more down before he continued to push forward and slide in, holding her in place with his paws flat on her flanks. When he was halfway in, her tunnel suddenly clamped down firm and wouldn&#039;t let up, rippling. An orgasm? No. But it was like her body was trying in vain to keep him out of where it was too tight to fit him. He growled from the back of his throat in pleasure and pushed in twice as hard against the pressure, forcing himself into the tight folds of soaking, hot flesh, pushing them apart. His tip hit her cervical entrance at the same time his knot pressed up against her swollen, squooshy mound. Out of nowhere, she snarled and thrashed her head as much as she could, held by the leash--and kicked with her claws out, grazing his arms.<br /><br />Ette forgot everything she&#039;d just told herself when she felt the pain the man&#039;s gigantic cock had put in her--and remembered the need to struggle. She snarled, shook, and reached to cut her tethers; but no matter what she did, she couldn&#039;t move at all far in any direction. She had no choice but to be forced open with him inside, each squeeze her tunnel made of its own accord sending a jolt of hot pain up her spine. Her belly ached from inside and out as he figuratively split her open down the middle. She thrashed against her bonds again then bared her hind claws and kicked as fiercely as she could; but he grabbed her hind ankles, spread her, and held her paws flat to the wood-plank floor below the hay--and she retracted her claws because it hurt more to dig them in after she&#039;d ruined them scraping up the floor in his cabin earlier. Struggling hurt so much, and she couldn&#039;t escape. Maybe the right thing to do after all was to give up and try to enjoy this. No! She couldn&#039;t just let him have her, couldn&#039;t just let him break her. She started to feel the waves, the haze of indecision come back over her. She cried as loud as she could because that was all she could do.<br /><br />And it made the man shove his cock harder up inside her, each shove making her clench and wince. She felt her body, out of her control completely, bear down on his cock, her lips slipping wetly apart as far as they could, kissing his knot as he tried to force it in. &quot;There&#039;s no way he can knot me, no way he can knot!&quot; she screamed inside her head. He suddenly lifted her hind legs up in the air and yanked her back as he rammed his knot forward. She moaned desperately in a dirty mix of pain and arousal, feeling her nethers leak around him, spreading as hard as they could to accept his breeding. He couldn&#039;t get it in her, so he shoved again, making her loosened lips slip tightly up around almost a third of his bulb this time.<br /><br />He held her and banged her fast with his shaft stuck firmly inside, rubbing, stroking, and pounding, his knot insisting on entering. Ette could feel the tender flesh of her mound starting to badly bruise as her whole body was yanked back on his hot, rock-like knot over and over again. Her breath came short, then she tightened up all over, unable to tell the difference between the pain in her soft belly and the tightening of her womb until she was racked with the sudden, awful pleasure of a deep orgasm, her uterine walls convulsing, squeezing so hard she felt it ripple against the inside of her lower belly, just above her crotch. Her grateful pussy tightened down hard then released, giving his knot a large, warm splatter and his nuts a powerful squirt of juice before it rippled up and down its length, clamping on him in all different places. Ette moaned loud and shook, unable to help herself, eyes rolled back in her head.<br /><br />The moment she was done, the man pulled her legs wide apart. &quot;Little skank,&quot; he said, relishing the feel of the words, and forced himself forward. Her loose lips, now dripping wet as well, slipped up around the thickest part of his knot and slurped the rest in immediately, pulling down shut around the other side. Ette yelped, her lips closing around the big bump now stuck in her crotch, hot and hard. She couldn&#039;t stop squeezing on it no matter how hard she tried. He pushed and poked her cervix a few times with his tip--then he yanked his hips back and ripped it out, giving her no rest before fiercely mating her with his soaked shaft, bruising her pussy more and more with each firm, fast thrust. Ette couldn&#039;t do a single thing to struggle from this position; he&#039;d taken away every last one of her options. She groaned and dropped her front end to the ground, exhausted and in pain, crying, unable to prevent the intrusion into her body. His shaft kept stroking her overly sensitive flesh inside, her body squeezing and kissing it, loosening it. It started to feel good--little by little until it felt so good she couldn&#039;t ignore it, and she blushed, burying her face in her paws so he couldn&#039;t see, because she didn&#039;t want him to get any dirty pleasure out of it. She moaned into her paws, pumping him in her sloppy pussy, as her belly tightened in preparation for her second orgasm.<br /><br />Suel half lidded his eyes and began to moan as well, able to slip his rock-hard shaft in her faster with her so comfortably soaked and loose. He looked down and hazily watched his cock disappear over and over down into her wet confines, squooshing her mound as it did, and then reemerge as he pulled back, pulling her pink lips out from the inside. The bitch shivered as small, whining sounds of pleasure came between sobs of anguish from her front end and rude, wet splats and splorts came from her rear end every time he pulled out against the pressure of her soft, clamping insides. He gripped her flanks again and dug down into her slit with his cock then pulled out straight, making a rapid, lifting and lowering, circular motion with his hips with each push and pull in rhythm. &quot;Little slut...&quot; he whispered through his quick panting as he gripped her fur, tightening up all over, his ready nuts pulling up tense between his legs, ready to unload. He yanked her back toward him and thrust hard at the same time, forcing his knot into her again.<br /><br />Ette&#039;s body, betraying her, accepted the knot easily, like before. It slid in across her clit, sending a sharp, intense wave of pleasure through her, sending her immediately to the threshold of orgasm. Once inside, he tugged his knot back quickly and repeatedly; but her lips clamped around it, holding onto it while it pulled toward the outside from just inside her entrance, stretching her tunnel, elongating it, quickly stroking her g-spot back and forth with its magnificent girth. The balloon of her climax was blown bigger, hotter, as her whole body tightened up and shook--as his shaft stiffened up hard inside her, ready to spurt. It suddenly shoved down into her firmly; she heard a yelp escape her lips as the tip penetrated her cervix, getting stuck inside her womb, the tight flesh immediately squeezing back down and trapping it, and balloon popped just as hard as in her dream. As he pumped her full of semen, unloading his egg fertilizer in her sac, she gasped into the hay, milking it out of him, clenching down hard once--then again, and rippling. He came and came inside her until the nasty, hot goo not only stretched her womb, it overflowed back into her tunnel and filled it up too, enough so that only his knot kept it in.<br /><br />The warm sun fell across Suel&#039;s back; he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the forest--while he held his bitch down in the hay, violently knotted inside her. &quot;I have a good idea what I&#039;m about to do with you next,&quot; Suel told her, &quot;since your eggs can come from any species.&quot;</span>","pools_count":1,"title":"[Rape with Violence] Suel and Ette - Private Server - Chapter 1","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"3","name":"Violence","description":"Mild violence","rating_id":"1"},{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"3","views":"835","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}