Keer had spotted her on the way back from a longer scouting trip. He had almost thought her male, except for her scent—like a sweet flower in the springtime—which had caused him to take another look. She was exotic, unlike any species he’d met before. He was good at attracting partners, but his feline nature made it harder to keep them.

His mouth couldn’t form human words, but he had made his interest known, giving her a long interested look, and let out a rrorw of approval. The feline stood sideways, letting her get a good look at the “goods”—his sheath filling out, barbs not yet visible. He gave a feline stretch, long and relaxed, his front metallic claws gouging the stone beneath his feet. Then he started to stalk forward. She only came up to his chest—a bit small for anal without lube, and mounting a hyena bitch could be tricky, if she wasn’t cooperating.

When he got close, he laid his head on her back, showing her unambiguously what his intent was.

A warm tongue lapped over his sheath—plenty of eagerness and drool. He gave a pleased purr, and gave the same back over her rear. He’d heard about females like her, but never seen one up close.

Her tongue was starting to probe, so she didn’t give her long—if she got too much farther, she might notice his barbs, and Keer wasn’t ready to stop. He grabbed the scruff of her neck in his jaws and hopped over her back. He hunched over and thrust, trying to find the right spot, but instead, his shaft slid along her balls. He tried again, and hit her sheath, but the angle wasn’t right. He tried adjusting his angle, but couldn’t aim right.

He lifted his front legs, dropping his weight on her shoulders, and flattening her head to the ground and thrust again.

His shaft forced its way into her, and a happy growl rumbled in his chest. He gave short deep thrusts, not wanting to risk slipping out, as her tube stretched around him. It only took a few thrusts more for his knot to grow, locking him inside, his barbs flaring.

He let go. It was too late for her to escape—she instead just gasped, wriggled, squeezed. He roared with pleasure, his ultra-sensitive barbs raking her insides, only causing her to clamp down harder. Each spine tingled with pleasure, as they were squeezed, pulled, pushed, and rasped along her insides.

He didn’t last long. Several thrusts later, he felt his pleasure peak, and he relaxed into the pleasure as he filled her and she clenched around him. He let himself fall to the side, his know dragging her down with him as he relaxed into the bliss, enjoying every moment. His barbs were a blessing and a curse, amazingly sensitive and felt wonderful, but alas, very few females ever stuck around for a second time. He took his pleasure where he could find it, and nibbled on her neck, enjoying the tie and drifted off to sleep, knowing that his partner would be gone in the morning.

Written by Guri

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Her Story

Aw heck, today was going great! She went on a walk, she saw some trees, she fucked a rabbit, she ate some grass - it couldn't really get much better than that!

That was all before she saw... him... though. Sleek and sexy, all muscles and sinew, twice her height and with a smile that told her he knew it. And, he was watching her - in a way she'd seen so many times before. A stare that rarely wavered, a narrowing of the eyes, sizing her up, weighing chances and options...

It meant she was gonna get some dick! And this... cat... dog... cat? ...thing looked like it had a nice one. Good and big and oh boy, was that going to be a knot, sliding out from the sheath, unswollen nubs glistening in the cool evening air? She sure hoped so!

So his body pressed down on hers, and her claws scratched at the rock as she danced from paw to paw in trembling excitement. She closed her eyes, beaming at the thought of what was to come. What was to come!

What was to come, as the shaft slid inside her pseudopenis, spreading those walls wide? What was to come as he hilted her on the first thrust, unformed knot slamming past the end, locking inside, only to begin to swell and grow...?

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Barbs. It was barbs. That's what was coming, if you must know. And know is what she did, with wide eyes beading with tears and claws rubbing themselves blunt on the rock. Like a dozen tiny claws raking your inside - fuck, she'd try to pull away if she could still feel her legs...!

Not that he seemed to care. A cool growl and a low purr, and a rolling of the hips in pleasure as that pre gave way to trickling cum, giving way to ropes and ropes pumping inside her as she bit her tongue. One eyelid began to flutter. The world spun, moreso than it usually did, and her body exploded in a swirling, whirling mix of pain and pleasure, FUUUUCK!

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[Dark Violet proceeds to go two more rounds]

Written by @DarkViolet