[Episode 246343] [Episode 246343]
The Smilodon stepped out from the shadow of a tree to find himself in the woods near a certain hot spring inn just south of Tokyo. Nearby, his sharp hearing brought him the sound of a waterfall and a stream. His sense of smell confirmed the nearby water source which meant a means to slake his thirst and possibly fish to ease his hunger. However, his nose also detected another scent that was absolutely compelling: the scent of a potential mate.
The Smilodon padded toward the source of the delicious scent and soon spotted the stream and waterfall. As he reached the tree line, he spotted his potential mate and paused to take in the sight. She was sitting on a large rock in lotus position with a stick across her lap. Her lovely black mane was gathered in a ponytail that flowed down her back to caress the top of her hind quarters. Her aura was powerful to his senses and it excited him. Stepping from the tree line, the Smilodon roared out a greeting.
The response was immediate. The potential mate leapt off the rock and landed facing him while producing a long claw from the stick she had been holding. She spotted him as he slowly padded toward her. He could sense the fear course through her at the sight of him, but she held her ground. This pleased him. Had she run away, it would have made her unsuitable as a mate in spite of her intoxicating scent.
The Smilodon approached the potential mate and paused a few meters away. He met the potential mate's eyes and grinned as he saw that she intended to make him demonstrate his own suitability as her mate. Cheerfully, he roared out a challenge, causing the potential mate to flinch. The air carried a sudden scent of urine to him, causing him to rumble in mirth. Yes, she was terrified to the point she had wet herself, but she still stood her ground. She had much courage.
The Smilodon crouched and gather himself for a pounce, however, his potential mate struck first, launching some sort of wind attack against him with her claw. The Smilodon dug his claws into the ground and hunkered down as the attack buffeted him, however, it wasn't enough to budge his large mass. As the attack passed, the Smilodon pounced, swiping her with a forepaw. His potential mate was thrown backward to land on her backside, unharmed save for the front of her white and red fake furs being shredded. She rolled with the momentum and was swiftly on her feet again. Her red fake furs fell down around her feet and she quickly kicked stepped out of them so as to not have her feet entangled. She did not look pleased and quickly launched another attack at him; this time it was some sort of electrical attack which he dodged along with the next several sent at him.
Motoko growled in frustration as once again she failed to land a hit on the demonic cat as it bounced madly around the battlefield. She got the distinct impression it was having a great time toying with her. Add to this the fact that she was fighting in little more than her breast bindings and panties while being humiliated by the demonic beast and it was understandable that Motoko was growing quite angry.
"Fine then," she hissed at the beast that appeared to be waiting to see what she would do next while affecting an air of nonchalance that only a cat could. "Let's see how you like this! Secret Technique: Evil Cutting Sword!"
Motoko gaped as the demon cat once again dodged her attack and seemed to vanish in a pool of shadow. The swordswoman cast about the clearing trying to find her opponent when suddenly she sensed a presence at her back. However, before she could respond, an impact knocked her to her hands and knees and a set of jaws clamped firmly around her neck. She was dimly aware of the shredded remains of her gi falling around her wrists and her panties fluttering to the ground, but the jaws around her neck held most of her attention. The swordswoman closed her eyes and waited for the beast to finish her.
When it didn't happen after several long moments, Motoko began to think of the position she was in and it dawned on her; the demon cat was dominating her. However, she only admitted to herself part of the situation. Deeply buried inside the human psyche resided a core of primal instincts that most humans refused to even acknowledge. Most thought this animal part of them had been eradicated by millennia of self-awareness and socialization. They were wrong. It may have been diluted and subverted, but it came out in times of great stress and physical danger. It was this animal nature inside Motoko coupled with the pheromones being produced by the Were-Smilodon that caused her body to react on an instinctual level. Her nipples tightened against her still-intact breast bindings and her naked sex began to lubricate. When the feelings of arousal penetrated Motoko's brain, she realized her body was preparing itself to be mated.
"Oh, Kami, no," Motoko gasped, her eyes popping open wide with terror. She started to struggle but a warning growl, hot on her neck, and a meaningful tightening of the jaws holding her caused her to freeze again. "This can't be happening," Motoko moaned piteously, disturbed at being aroused by a beast—and a demonic one at that.
But it was happening. What Motoko didn't know and the Smilodon didn't care about was that as a Were-creature, it was designed to breed with humans and other were-cats. Thus its pheromones were equally effective on humans as they were on other were-cats. This is why Motoko's scent, Motoko being in the most fertile time in her cycle, had equally affected the Smilodon, ensuring there was only one thing on its primal mind.
Motoko squeaked as a disturbing mixture of fear and anticipation traveled up her spine when she felt something warm and firm nudge apart the lips of her sex. She began chanting 'Please, no" over and over again as the object increased its pressure, seeking entry. Her chanting became a loud squeal as the object finally forced its way into her birth canal and took the breath from her lungs. The initial pain was exquisite as something significantly larger than the average human male possessed stretched her open to capacity and a male entered her for the first time.
"Oh god, it hurts. Take it out...please take it out," Motoko begged, tears streaming down her cheeks, but the breast refused her. Instead it continued to thrust into her until the male organ reached the end of her passage and couldn't go any further. Motoko groaned at the sensation of being filled to absolute capacity. She saw stars when the organ was retracted and once again thrust deeply into her.
As the beast began to thrust in earnest, Motoko slowly became aware that the pain was fading. To her shame and horror, the pain was being replaced by indescribable pleasure. She began to pant and moan and then her body began to move as best it could in counter to the male above her, not to stop him, but to facilitate him. Shortly after that, Motoko had her first orgasm. The jaws released her neck, but Motoko didn't care if she was free. She just wanted the pleasure to continue so she kept driving herself backwards onto the penetrating organ. A few minutes later, when it seemed like every firm thrust against her cervix caused another orgasm to explode through her trembling body, the demon-cat went rigid deeply inside her and roared its supremacy before pumping nearly a quart of seed into her compliant body. Motoko felt the heat radiate from her belly as her womb was filled to capacity, making the chances of her not ending up pregnant incredibly slim. The excess semen squirted out around the shaft she was impaled on and dripped down her thighs messily. To Motoko's eternal shame, in that moment she loved it, and that fact would be forever burned into her psyche; she had been dominated and violated by an animal and she loved it.
The violating member pulled out of her and retracted into its sheath. Motoko, took weak to hold herself up, collapsed on to her side and curled into a trembling ball as the shock of what happened began to set in.
The Smilodon stood over his mate and smugly surveyed his work. The female was now very likely pregnant with his first litter of kittens and would soon become a Smilodon herself during the first full moon. If not, then there were other methods to make her one of his kind—far less pleasant, but it would only take a little nip. He reached down and gave her shoulder an affectionate lick before he too lay down and curled up protectively around her as she made soft mewling sounds.
For now he would watch over her to let her rest and come to terms with her new position as his mate, but then they would have to begin looking for a den and a meal. Come to think of it, his mate might already have a den they could use.
For the first half hour, Motoko lay on her side in a fetal ball and quietly sobbed in shame as demonic cat semen slowly leaked out of her still-gaping vagina. Slowly the tears stopped and she simply stared at nothing, her mind blank. However, after a half hour of this, something finally registered in her field of view; it was her sword discarded on the ground where it had been dropped. The sight of the blade galvanized her into a plan of action. Slowly she levered herself to her hands and knees and crawled over to it. The beast's head came up to watch her as she picked up the blade and knelt back in seiza position.
Seppuku, she decided was the only way to cleanse her honor after being so thoroughly desecrated. She brought the blade up to her throat and prepared to plunge it in...only to have it knocked from her grasp by the demon cat. It sat in front of her and growled warningly.
"What do you want from me?" Motoko shrieked. "First you defile me and then you make me shame myself by taking pleasure from being violated by a filthy beast! Now you won't let me restore my honor?!?"
The beast roared angrily in her face, blowing her bangs and side tresses backward. Dropping its head it looked her straight in the eyes. Motoko was surprised at the amount of intelligence those blue eyes held. The beast lifted up a massive forepaw and gently touched her on the chest over her breast bindings and then touched the paw to its chest.
"You're saying I'm yours?" Motoko demanded.
The huge head bobbed up and down in agreement.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Motoko wailed, her tears beginning anew.
However she was startled out of her impending break down by a washcloth-sized tongue licking the tears off her face...getting her entire face with one pass. The huge feline head then leaned forward to rest its chin gently on her shoulder, nuzzling her head in a clear effort to comfort her. Motoko froze for a moment and then something snapped inside her. She threw her arms around the beast's neck and began sobbing into the creature's soft fur.
Exhaustion from the days events soon caught up to his mate. She cried herself to sleep against him. Gently, tendrils of Shadow wrapped themselves around her and carefully placed her in the Smilodon's back. They then collected her claw and the stick she kept it in and made it vanish into weapons space. He would return it to her once he was sure she was stable again.
For now, he had to find them a den for the night. The sun was setting and it would be dark soon. Not that it was an issue for him, but his mate needed her rest.
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