Colibri inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich scent of the pine needles carpeting the forest floor. She had not ventured across Vinátta's border in some time, not since her excursion to the southern territories where she met Cassia. That trip had yielded many prizes, beautiful flowers she collected for her home garden, and the precious apple seedlings she continued to nurse. Several of them had already withered and died in their new home, which she had expected but still found disappointing. Now her focus was on tending the herb garden for all her packmates to enjoy, particularly since Saul was scarce of late, presumably held up by his duties as their leader. Coli didn't mind shouldering the responsibility; she loved the soil, and found gardening to be a rewarding duty that she actually had a talent for. Her trip today would be to locate new plants for them, ones she had not found within their own land. Marigold and echinacea, perhaps the feverfew she had promised Saul.

The lean Optime crossed into the neutral territory, setting her ears back apprehensively as the scent markers of her packmates and friends began to fade behind her. She had lived as a loner long enough to know that these lawless areas could be very dangerous, and she was not one to let down her guard. She rubbed the thin scars around her wrists, a dark reminder of what she had escaped to come here. Still, she was close to home, and she had not missed the telltale signs of another pack in close vicinity, another sign that she should be fairly safe. Coli did not know if they were friendly yet, but at least they were neutral.

She emerged from the pine trees, blinking back the bright sunlight that washed over her. She could see the glimmering of the lake nearby, and instinctively moved toward it, knowing that vegetation was richer near a water source. All she carried with her was a small leather saddlebag to store her findings, and the pendant she always wore about her throat -- no trowel or spade to dig with, for she had her claws, and no weapon to protect herself with, as she had left her pouch of poison at home. She needed to replenish the supply since it had expired, so there was no point in carrying it. She would not be traveling far today, and one howl would have the Stormbringer brothers running to her aid. She would be all right on her own.

It was a warm, pleasant day; scudding breezes chased this way and that, carrying scents from throughout the valley. Coli shut her eyes for a moment, enjoying the summer weather. She always loved the growing seasons best; winter was too harsh for her thin Optime fur, and watching her plants die in the frost always made her feel lonely. But this climate reminded her of the gentle days she spent in Crimson Dreams, before everything fell apart. Suddenly her eyes flew open, catching the virile scent of a male nearby her. It was not the familiar aroma of pine needles that her packmates carried, but that of a loner unknown to her. She whirled quickly, clutching the bag with white-knuckled fingers.

Sunlight gleamed off his glossy black fur, highlighting the musclebound form beneath. He was head and shoulders taller than her, appearance mottled with scars and red dye. A shudder chased down her spine when she met his glinting black eyes, as she immediately flattened her ears against her skull, peeling her lips back from her fangs. Being wary was one thing, but this male was overtly dangerous; he had silently cut off her escape route, trapping her against the lake before revealing himself. She dropped the bag she carried, freeing her hands in case she would need them. Her heart was racing wildly in her chest, a wave of anxiety dizzying her. She needed to appear confident and tough to ward off this brute, but inwardly she was terrified.

"I'm not alone," she growled, hackles raising as her bobtail flattened back against her haunches. "I belong to that pack, and there are others following me. I just g-got here f-first." Her blue eyes narrowed, knowing her nervous stutter had betrayed her. She glowered at the male, daring him to call her on it. What was his game? Did he crave violence, did he want to capture her, did he... lust? The thought made her shiver again, knowing all three depravities firsthand. She licked her lips nervously, suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. She should call for help, now. But she was afraid as soon as she tipped her head back to howl, he could lunge for her throat. She had to put some distance between them first, or else her packmates would rush to find only her corpse floating on the lake. There was something unstable in his gaze, something she had seen before, when she was just a yearling...

An angry growl rumbled in Coli's throat as he laughed at her, mocking and ominous. Her bluff had failed outright. She felt an immediate loathing for him, this bully, preying on weak females that could not defend themselves. Unfortunately, she fell under that category; the one time she did not have poison on her was the one time she met scum who deserved it. Her wildly racing thoughts tracked possible escape routes; she could try to wade into the lake, but he was taller than her in this form, he would catch her faster than she could swim away. Plus, it would be far too easy for him to grab her mane and drown her, a fate she would rather not risk. Running past him for the treeline seemed like the only option other than fighting him outright, but he was obviously stronger than her, and a sick feeling of dread began to settle over her, cold seeping into her very bones. There was nothing she could do. The border of her pack was within her sight, and there was nothing she could do.

In the blink of an eye, the black dog closed the distance, cruelly grasping her wrist with his claws. She inhaled with a hiss, shock coalescing into rage in her electric-blue gaze. How dare he! She hated being touched, and his warm grip repulsed her, making her stiffen upright. He loomed over her, voice thick with the smug satisfaction of a man getting exactly what he wanted. She knew he was trying to intimidate her into submission, and hated that it was working; she did not want pain, did not want to be abused again, did not want to even look at this awful male. She leaned as far away from him as his tight grip would allow, baring her fangs in a helpless grimace as he whispered his twisted desire in her ear, ran his teeth along her bare neck. A wave of nausea turned her stomach, and she almost vomited right then.

He was wrong about one assumption. Colibri Haki might not be experienced in the ways of pleasuring males, but she had lost her maidenhood against her will when she was young, and those painful repressed memories were bubbling back to the surface of her mind, filling her with a horror-induced adrenaline. Suddenly desperate with the need to escape, her fangs flashed, snapping and scratching wildly at the dog's hands as she bulled forward. All she could hear was the thundering of her heartbeat as she broke free, scrabbling against the ground in an attempt to flee. Home was so close, and if she could just put a little distance between them, she could scream for help, and this horrible brute would get exactly what was coming to him. RUN, her mind screamed, or he'll break you the way Haku did! RUN!

His growls were still ringing in her ears, his eager saliva damp on her shoulder. She had to escape this monster. The air streamed past her as she ran, her breath ragged in her chest, pulse roaring through her. She had not been this terrified in a long time, not since the day she lost her tail; the adrenaline had her trembling all over, so amped up it was as though time itself had slowed around her, crystallizing every detail. Each pace was suspended in midair for what felt like a lifetime, carrying her slight frame just a little bit closer to safety --

-- then he crashed into her, sending her tumbling to the dirt. Coli yelped in wordless surprise and pain, squirming desperately to escape as his big arms wrapped around her, dragging her back away from the border she had fought so hard to reach. Her jaws snapped at air, unable to reach him behind her, as she kicked and flailed wildly. She was his prey, and the predator was emerging dominant. It was then the dog pressed his fangs against her throat. A whining sob caught in her throat as she stilled, feeling the throbbing pulse of her lifeblood against his dangerous teeth. She did not want to die like this. She did not want any of this, but her cowardly body betrayed her by submitting; laying limp as she was thrown to the ground like a ragdoll. The thought of crying for help had been beaten out of her; she was too frightened to open her mouth.

Her head struck the ground first, dizzying her from the impact. The big male's weight followed, crushing her against the dirt as he fell between her thighs. She shut her eyes tightly against the wave of horror washing over her, repulsed by his touch, his voice, everything about him. She could barely hear the words he was saying, but suddenly sharp pain blossomed from her chest, and she bucked feebly against him, trying to escape his cruel claws as he branded her. Hot blood seeped from the mutilation, staining her fur crimson and stinging her nostrils with the coppery scent. It seemed the scent had an effect on the dog as well, because it was then she felt his arousal. He was rubbing cravingly against her, hips swaying as he teasingly readied himself.

She couldn't take it anymore, and began kicking her legs out against the ground, struggling to push herself away from him as she arched her back. "I'm not your mistress, let me go! Let me GO! I don't want you!" she snarled again and again, trying to pull away as she felt his teeth clamp on her shoulder. She could feel his claws digging into her hips, he was everywhere, violent and cruel and dominant over her. She just wanted to be left alone, let her flee in shame! A sudden horrible thought occurred to her then; the male was obviously well-practiced in what he did... that meant there had been victims before him. And in all likelihood, there would be more after. What if her packmates were in danger? What if he stumbled into Lilin, her sister? Retching violently at the thought, Coli squirmed against her assailant, pummeling her small fists against his looming face and neck.

Her protests were cut off as he bellowed in her face, spittle flying from his slavering lips to spatter in her face. His powerful fist slammed into her chest, causing her to squeal in agony. The blow to her ribs knocked the wind from her, and she gasped, struggling to draw each breath. She was already dizzied from hitting the ground, and this flurry of abuse was causing her to shut down, withdrawing into the recesses of her mind. Just moments earlier, she had been wishing a packmate would come and save her; now she hoped fervently that no one would ever see the humiliation she was submitting to, letting this hulking male run his hands all over her frail body.

The dog caught her bruised wrists, pinning her arms back above her head where she could not free them. She trembled all over with dread, teeth chattering in fear, recognizing what was about to happen to her. She could do nothing to stop this. He was going to violate her, or kill her if she resisted -- perhaps he would kill her when he finished anyway, bloodlust overtaking his twisted mind. The desire in his black eyes intensified as he snarled at her, invoking a tiny whimper from her, a wordless plea for him not to. His hips slammed forward, mercilessly driving into her.

She cried out, back arcing involuntarily, toes curling at his rough entry. It hurt; she had not taken by a man in years, and it felt as though he was tearing her open. The fight ebbed out of her with every piercing thrust, her body growing numb and compliant. She had already lost; he was deep in her already, grunting with animal pleasure, engulfing her with his massive body. She kept her eyes closed and her head turned to one side, not wanting to stare up at his cruel face and watch the pleasure he was deriving from her horror. Instead, her mind was elsewhere; she was a year old again, living alone in that cabin in the woods, her father staring at her with that unstable gleam in his eyes... In mere moments she was on the floor, fur matted slick with her own blood, beaten within an inch of her life. And then she felt the heat between her legs, the pounding rhythm, the slippery friction she was experiencing in the present, unable to distinguish what was memory and what was actually happening.

Haku had raped her then, just as she was being raped now. It had shattered her personality, leaving her the fearful shell of a wolf she was now. It had ruined her for healthy relationships, making her unable to trust or open up to another lest they hurt her the way he had. And yet... in some sick way, Haku had done one thing in her favor; his brutal abuse then had prepared her for this. She could never fear this sex-starved dog the way she feared that monster. Her jaws parted, and she began faintly laughing, trembling weakly from the exertion. "You... worthless... bastard," she wheezed beneath him, eyes stinging with unshed tears. Maybe she did deserve punishment, her soul had been corrupted long ago and she was hardly a good person. But she would not be his 'mistress', not when she had already been claimed by another.

The dog was vocal, moaning and grunting loudly on top of her. He was drowning out her small yelping noises, the pitiful protest against his intrusion. She blinked back the stinging tears unsuccessfully, feeling battered all over and trying to hold out long enough for him to finish with her. The open wound on her chest was still oozing blood from her accelerated pulse, and the back of her skull was beginning to throb as the bruise was repeatedly bumped against the ground. If she could just hold out a little longer, maybe he would tire out... or maybe she would slip into unconsciousness, and not have to remember this utter humiliation. Either way, her ordeal would be over, and she would know whether he would end her life as well.

His ugly words filtered through her dizzied mind, causing her a bit of wry mirth. Pregnant? That was unlikely at best; she had gone all these years without having a proper heat cycle, just her irregular and weak estrus. As she grew older and the cycle only lessened, she assumed she was infertile. She had heard, though, that emotional trauma could stunt that sort of thing, and a part of her still held onto the hope that she could be a mother someday if she found the right mate, one who could unlock that part of her. That seemed pretty foolish right now, as she felt the dog's hand close around her throat, his cackling laughter abrasive to her ears. "Go ahead and try... they couldn't be... monsters worse than... my father," she hissed between panting, challenging him as he drew his claw to trace her pulsing jugular. She would have bitten his hand, but she was feeling exhausted from the struggle, unable to react quickly enough. Her resistance was weakening further.

There was an intense heat building from where their bodies joined, and her breath was quickening, body reacting mechanically to the stimulation. They were going to be locked together by the canine act of mating, his engorged knot buried deep within her swollen vulva. She whined helplessly as he continued his furious rhythm, feeling her hips begin to move feebly with him. Conflict was rising in her mind, the repulsion and loathing she felt for the brute being twisted by the stirring within her. There was nothing about this sadistic dog that attracted her, but the deep bestial groan he emitted sounded like... Well, it revived the confusing emotions she had never dealt with toward Haku. It was the only time he had willingly touched her, the only time he looked her directly in the eyes without disgust, and the secret she had never admitted even to herself: it had aroused her back then. She whimpered again, her voice strained as the warmth began to rise within her. What was happening to her? It felt like something was changing beyond her control, drawing her back to the present. She did not want this, and yet... a part of her did. "Fuck off," she snapped suddenly, spitting at his face in a last ditch effort to reject him. She couldn't fight him off, but she could try to ruin it for him, rather than roll over and let him have his way with her.

His warm tongue lapped against the inflamed wound he had inflicted on her, making her sob breathlessly at his touch. She was sick of him, sick of his weight crushing her into the dirt, sick of his heavy musk pervading everything and seeping under her skin. She would reek of him long after he was done here, if he even let her escape. He laughed as she cursed him, unfazed again by her anger, and it was enough to make her finally break down and weep outright. She had no fight left in her, emotionally and physically exhausted from the torture he was putting her through. At least it no longer hurt as much where he was driving his flesh into her; the raw sensation had shifted into something smoother, eased by the lubricous wetness they were generating between them. It also helped ease the pressure when she moved with him, rocking her hips with his fierce downstroke to the tune of his guttural moans. If this was what she had to do to end it sooner, then she would bow her head and do it. Let him have his disgusting fun so that he would finally leave her alone.

But it was not ending yet. He pulled her weary body from the ground with his strong arms, dragging her on top as he reversed their positions. She whined, slumping weakly as his claws dug into her sides, jerking her hips along with his frenetic cadence. Was he purposely prolonging it, getting off on her discomfort? Her legs were shaking, a trembling she could not suppress, as their union invoked that stirring within her again. This new position was gentler for her, since the dog's bulk was no longer crushing her, and his upward thrusts were teasing something from deep inside her, leaving her breathless. She raised her tear-streaked face, gazing helplessly to the panting dog's expression, cringing at the lust she found in his soulless black eyes. She would not get mercy from him, not until he had satisfied himself.

Then he offered her an ultimatum. If she submitted fully... he would be done with her. She was already too drained to resist him, too cowed to try and break free again. What more did he want? He had thoroughly crushed her spirit, and her body was broken and bleeding. That sick dread coiled in her stomach again as she realized what he was lusting after. He wanted her to play along with his game, pretend she liked it. "F... fine," she whimpered, placing her hands against his heaving abdomen to hold herself upright. Straddling him as he wanted, she began to rock into his motion, only hoping he would finish soon and release her from his perverted clutches. "...just let me go," she mumbled under her breath, letting go of the last bruised vestige of her pride. She would beg if she had to.

Her head ached terribly, matched only by her throbbing chest wound. But the strangest sensation was the one that began to tremor throughout her the moment she consented to his touch. The heat between her thighs intensified, washing through her, making her splayed legs quake against him. It was impossible to conceal her shameful arousal, driven too far by the sinful act they were committing together. She drew back her lips and uttered a wail, a tortured cry of pain and pleasure, lamenting the nightmarish ordeal and yet begging for him to continue. It burned where his claws twisted in her, but she bucked against him regardless, helpless against the primal desire for his seed. It was no longer an assault, but an act of mating; she would accept the gift of life he was forcing into her, complying to the higher call of nature.

I feel bad for Toby, having to watch everything! I think this is the fastest I've ever moved through a thread...
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As she accepted him, it seemed he was accepting her as well; his claws released their painful grip, causing her to whimper with relief. The harshness of before somehow melted away; gone were the snarled obscenities and threats, the sadism, his desire to hurt her -- and with it went her fear of him, the terror that he would desire to take her captive or slaughter her once his lust was fulfilled. The dog was even moving at an easier tempo, his flanks rising and falling with her instead of against her, causing her to mewl as he thrilled her. This was new to her; kindness was not in Haku's repertoire, and her only lover had been a woman, an intimately different experience. Somehow her act of ultimate submission had triggered a response in her assailant that caught her completely by surprise, and it was pushing her past the point of no return.

His strong arms snaked around her waist as he rose to meet her, his broad chest heaving with their heavy breathing. She buried her face against his warmth, her fingers grasping feebly at his broad back as she sank into him. She craved the closeness of another, anything to stave off the desperate loneliness she harbored, and the bizarre and unexpected tenderness he was offering her was enough. She wrapped her trembling legs around him, clinging to his rocking body as his lips found her bare throat. His teeth were nipping at her, gently this time, not breaking her skin or drawing her blood as they had before; his guttural snarls had faded into softer whines, almost pleading with her rather than trying to dominate. Her voice rose to harmonize with him, crying out in the throes of their spontaneous passion.

He had hurt her terribly, but now perversely she needed him, clinging to him as he caressed her shivering body. There was a desperate quality to her clutching fingers, a longing in her rising cries. No one could love her. She was a bitter, broken soul, but this monster was drawn to that very quality that made her a victim. Now there was something more than brutality between them, it had evolved into a need for both of them. He tightened his hold on her, barking out suddenly as he was overcome by the moment, bucking wildly as he neared his climax. She drew a shuddering gasp, back arching to thrust her breasts into the air as she gave in to his need, her eyes shut tightly as she was driven into her own cresting pleasure. He was growing rough again, but she was beyond the point where she could feel it; her head tipped back and she emitted a keening howl, drowned out by his triumphant baying moments later. A surge of heat flooded into her, the release from their building tension, the reward for their carnal union.

Colibri slumped against the black dog's chest, panting from exhaustion. Her limbs were trembling from fatigue now, and the throbbing from her wound was filtering back through her hazy, disjointed thoughts. She was battered and weak, too feeble to try and unravel their knot and separate herself from him. Her blue eyes glanced at him warily through the veil of her eyelashes, suddenly unsure which way his unstable personality was leaning toward. Would he be the harsh assailant that had dragged her bodily away from the safety of her home, carving his mark into her flesh with his bare claws? Or had he unlocked something genuine in these last moments, softening into a forgiving and merciful being? Tear stains were still wet on her cheeks, reminding her that he was not safe either way, despite the unexpected direction he had taken her to. He could still snap and desire something more from her, tearing into her with his cruel teeth and claws.

There was a dampness trickling down her thighs as their swollen knot began to ebb away, and she cringed, humiliated by the weakness in her that allowed her to be dominated in such a way by a stranger. Even worse was the thought of her packmates being alerted to their howling, finding her here in such a compromising position. When he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the chest she lay upon, she ducked her face away from him. "...Good, just leave me here," she growled, ashamed to admit that she could not make her legs move. She wanted to slink back into her Vinátta home and disappear, but she did not have the strength to do anything more than lay atop the male responsible for her condition. She swallowed hard, glowering at the treeline that was still beyond her reach.

I thought the same thing, haha. The end?
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There was a strange peace between them, a calm after their wild storm. She could feel the summer sun again, warm against their entwined hides. Their roles had shifted from predator and prey into something different that neither of them could understand. Abruptly he turned on her, his claws raking the abrasions on her sides as he rejected her, eliciting a pained yelp as they separated. She tumbled to the dirt, whimpering faintly as she curled herself into a ball. She tucked her head low as he roared his challenge, and she fully expected him to rain violence upon her, taking out his surge of masculine energy on her prostrate form. Frightened tears welled in her eyes as the dog growled and stood, towering over her. He was going to kill her after all, and she was too beaten to even run away. This would be the end of her, stripped of her dignity.

But the pain did not come. She could feel his soulless black eyes glaring at her, but he did not make another move toward her. Hesitantly she raised her face, peering up at him through a veil of tears as he snarled his ugly threat. She hated him for forcing himself on her, and bared her teeth in response, though they both knew she would not bite him. "...Stay away from me and my pack," she growled defensively, clutching her knees to her chest. She could survive his evil because she had been dragged through its depths before, and it was not new to her. But if he was to harm any of her packmates, especially if he came looking for her and found them instead, she could never forgive herself.

She had not even given serious consideration to what would happen if he actually had impregnated her... they really could be monsters, children of two unstable bloodlines. She was too damaged to raise pups anyway, and to be a single parent... Well, it wasn't what she had in mind when she thought of motherhood, so she pushed it from her thoughts. "D-don't ever come back here," she stammered, afraid of what would become of her. She knew her threats were hollow; he had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could overpower her, and she was no warrior. She could rely on her packmates to defend her if she stayed within their borders, but... she hoped it wouldn't come to that. If the black dog never returned, she would not have to deal with the confusing feelings she had toward him, the mixed signals he kept sending her with his contradictory actions.

It was easier to hold onto the righteous anger and detest him, but as he stormed off away from her, she felt a sharp pang of loneliness overtake her. He had shown her mercy, which was more than she had gotten from other males. And she couldn't shake the feeling of him holding her at the end, how it had actually been... nice. She growled to herself, burying her face in her hands as the shuddering sobs began to rack her body. She was so pathetic. Even someone who abused her, she wanted to cling to them because it made her feel wanted in some way. He had called her a "dumb bitch", and he was right.