Resist and fight back.
From Create Your Own Story
You can't do this. You shake your head and force yourself to your feet, clumsily trying to pull your jeans back up to your hips. You glare angrily at the hyena leader and spit at his feet. "Fuck you," you grunt, narrowing your eyes and feeling the hair on the back of your neck rise. "I gave you your booze and let your friend go. I'm going home now."
You stand to your full height and turn to go back into the bar to collect your things. You can feel the buttplug inserted firmly in your tight ass, but it's more important that you get away from this sadist before this goes any farther.
As you turn away, however, you suddenly feel an intense pressure slam against the back of your knees. You buckle down as a second strike slams into your flank, shoving you back into the dirt. Your vision spins, and you let out a weak cough after such a rough assault. You hazily look up to see the same hyena leader above you, looking quite pleased with yourself.
"You seem to be failing to grasp the concept, kit. You're ours now." He kicked one of his shoes off and to the side before he stepped even closer to you. His hindpaw slammed heavily onto your muzzle, grinding your face into the dirt with his foot. For a few long moments, all you can feel mashed against your muzzle is the rough dirt of the pavement and the firm pad of his paw. Finally, he steps back, leaving you coughing and trying to catch your breath. You weakly climb up to your knees, clutching your side and wincing with the new bruise.
But the hyena leader's still standing before you. As you look up at him, his tight jeans drop to his ankles, swiftly followed by a white jockstrap. You find his canine sheath jutting forth just a few inches away from your face, half of his large cock emerged and in the light. From this distance, you can almost taste the male musk rolling off him in waves. The leader leans forward to grasp a handful of your mane in a tight grip, holding your face steady. Suddenly, he begins to urinate, spraying the salty fluid straight over your muzzle, your mane, and your neck.
You can hear the clicking of countless photos being taken of you. You can barely even think about the long-term consequence of photos of you being pissed on circulating around, but it does leave an uncomfortable twinge in your throat.
The urination continues for far too long, but eventually, it slows to a trickle, and stops. The hyena leader pulls his jeans back up, looking quite satisfied with himself. "Looks like you learned your lesson, kit. Move. Unless you need another one."
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Cinderblock Uniform, Buttplug(inserted) |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Lion | |
