End of the Line
 
by Dark Sewer Rat
 
The small cheetah boy was lost, well not lost, he wasn't lost but his parents were as he walked up and down the empty carriage as the train rolled along the tracks.  It was dark outside as he hopped onto the seat and looked out into the darkness but couldn't see anything, apart from his own reflection.  So he sat there on the chair and frowned, then the frown turned to worry and he started to whimper, how could they have left him on the train.  With a worried fidget, he looked down at his small yellow spotted fingers and sighed, this was so unfair.
 
Elsewhere on the train, the male tiger looked about the carriage elewhere on the train, the large male was unaware that it was just him, the little boy elsewhere and the driver that was on the train now, the next stop was hours away and he closed the book that he was reading, bored out of his mind, the tiger was in his mid forties as he got up and stretched, his back popped a bit as he frowned and decided that it was definitely time to go for a stroll.  He looked one way then the other and decided to walk away from the front of the train as he made his way towards the back, all these cut backs the rail did was ridiculous, especially on night trains where the prices of the tickets were so high, no one hardly used them so of course the tiger looked at a poster on the wall.  "Now hiring!"  The male shook his head as he pushed through the door, they may be hiring but no one was really taking them up on the offer.  With his hand paws behind his back, the tiger walked down two other carriages as he pushed open the door to the third and stopped as he heard some whimpering going on down partway and he called out.  "Hello, who's there?"
 
The small head of the cheetah boy popped up and immediately spoke.  "Have you seen my parents?"  The tiger blinked and walked over as he came up to the row that the little boy was and looked at him.  "No, there's no one on the train apart from me."  The tiger looked at the youngster, he must've been about four to six years of age and here he was, alone without his parents.  "Have you checked further down the train?"  The little boy shook his head.  "This is the last carriage."  The small boy bit his lip as he began to start crying again.  "I want my mum."  The tiger quickly looked about the carriage as he saw that no one else was there and something just changed as he slapped the boy by the back of his paw across the face.  "Shut the fuck up."  The young cheetah reeled as he slammed against the glass and then fell into the chair as he looked in horror at the larger feline who was taking off his shirt as the buttons were being undone.  "W-what you doing?"  The young cheetah asked while he rubbed the part of his face that stung.

"Whatever I want, just had to be sure we're along on this sodding train."  The tiger growled back as he kept undressing, the strong muscles of his chest, the slight gut on his belly as the white fur, the black stripes along with the orange could be seen, then the tiger tossed the shirt onto a seat and then pulled on his belt, unbuckling it as he opened up his jeans, allowed them to slip down as his jockstrap showed the thick bulge underneath and stepped out of them as he slid into the seat next to the boy, the tiger laid the belt on the top of the seat in front of him.  "Come here."  The tiger ordered and pulled the cheetah boy into his lap as he started to feel around him with his large fingers.  The cheetah squirmed and tried to fight back as he screamed.  "Lemme go!"  The tiger though had other ideas as he rammed the kid's head into the front seat and then slapped him hard in the face again as he bared his fangs.  "Shut the fuck up, you little shit."  The adult used his sharp black claws as he tore the t-shirt front in half as he roughly removed it from the young kid's body, then tossed it to the seat beside him as the adult started to feel the soft yellow fur on the chest.  The boy though kept tensing up as he looked at the tiger hand than at the tiger himself with a terrified look, of which the adult ignored.  Something underneath the boy kept moving as he felt something press up against his bottom now and again as the tiger slowly moved his hand down towards the rim of the pants.  The young cub moved his hands to stop the adult and the tiger frowned and then quickly removed his hand before he rammed the kid's head against the back of the seat in front again twice this time and then punched the side of the cub's head.  "Will you stop resisting you fucking shit."  The tiger could hear the cub begin to cry as he leaned into the ear and his thick black lips moved.  "Go on cry, your mother doesn't want you, why you think she left you on here."  The tiger moved his hand paw again as he moved it to the rim of the pants and then he pulled as the claws tore the fabric apart and as he lifted the boy up, the cub slowly lost his pants as the shreds of clothing fell to the floor, leaving him in just his cute little bear briefs.  The male tiger moved his fingers to feel about the front and the sensation of that small bulge inside made his cock jump and press up against the small buttocks of the kid that shook in his lap.  
 
With a upwards motion, the fingers from the male reached the rim of the briefs and then slipped inside as the boy tried to stop but then paused as he heard the warning growl from the bigger feline and then the male felt the boy cocklet and balls as he played with them, the kid felt violated as his privates were being fondled by the larger male, but his cocklet did start to firm up as small as it was and the male tiger grinned toothily.  "So you are a fucking slut then, good."  The hand came out as the tiger removed the briefs so that the young boy sat there naked in his lap as the carriage continued to roll about on the tracks.  The adult knew he had plenty of time, they were out in the open and no one lived out between the two towns, so he placed his hand back on that erect cocklet and looked at it.  His own cock continued to throb underneath the boy.  With a thumb and finger, the adult began to stroke that small dick as the cheetah complained, squirming about as the adult continued to just wank the little penis in his thumb and finger.  The tiger though spoke again.  "Look at you, just a little fucking fag, begging for it.  No wonder your mother abandoned you, probably hated the fucking sight of you."  The smile on the adult grew as the little boy whimpered to the words.  "Not to worry though, I'm going to take real good care of you, as you deserve for being so slutty."  The boy looked at the tiger and shuddered as the male got up slightly pulled on his jockstrap and then with his cock free to jump up, the boy squirmed as the male slowly shifted the little one about as he pressed the kid up against the seat and then he aimed his large spiked cockhead against the pink star underneath the thin small tail. 
 
Without saying anything else, the tiger just pushed and forced his cock right into the boy as it slammed all the way in to the hilt as the cheetah screamed in pain as the tiger groaned, his cock throbbed deep within the ruined back passage of the kid, blood now oozing out as it stained the adult's white furred balls, then the tiger pulled back out a bit as his sharp spikes pulled and tore at the young thin inner bowel walls, then another forceful thrust back into the tight back passage as the kid just screamed, the sound filling the entire carriage.  "Yeah, scream for me bitch.  No fucker can hear you on this train."  The tiger growled as his hands gripped the hips and then continued to slam his body into the small boy as his cock pushed and tugged the inner walls as the spikes from the cock head continued to brutally tear and rip the small child cheetah inside.  The cries got cut off everytime the boy was slammed into the back seat in front of him, the chest of the little one became bruised very quickly as he was used roughly, the tiger growling behind him as the sound of the groin slapped against his small backside could be heard, the stench of iron in the air as the little cheetah was brutally raped, his small feet swinging in the air as they kicked at the lower part of the seat as the adult just kept slamming into him.  "Fuck, you're a tight fucker."  The tiger growled as his cock fought against the tight ring that made slipping his cock in and out of the youngster not as easy as resistance was still there, trying to stop what was going on.
 The dick though was covered in blood as it slid out from the abused backside, the ring muscle now red, puffy and sore as blood and shit came out, the vile mixture started to stain the inside of the young boy thighs as well as the large white ballsac of the male behind him, the clumps droped to the floor as it began to stink the place and the tiger snarled.  "Fucking dirty little shit, aren't you?"  His black claws dug into the side of the cub as they sliced and left lines of blood that started to roll down the outside of the kid's legs.  All the cheetah could do was grunt as his body was forcifully slammed into the back seat, time after time, his body weak now as he just hung there, held and felt sick as he felt that penis moving about inside of him.  The tiger snarled and then pressed the small boy against the seat as he felt his climax, thick ropes of cum shot out into the ruined back passage, the cheeath moaned in pain as he felt the cum sting, the white pinkish with brown cum spat out from the ruined anus as it splattered to the floor and as for the tiger, he was smiling as the glow of the climax flowed all over his body.
 
The young cheetah moaned.  "Let me go..."  The tiger snarled back.  "Why?"  The little boy cried.  "I want to see my mommy."  The tiger laughed as he moved his cock as he pulled out and then back in again, as the child cried in pain.  "No, you're a fucking bitch, you talk and I can't have that."  The boy shook his head.  "I won't say a thing!  Let me go!"  The tiger shook his head again and with the cheetah pressed agains the chair, he reached for his belt and then moved to sitting down, the boy still impaled on the large feline cock as the youngster was too exhausted.  The adult picked up a leg and then took off one of the cubs socks, then he started to tie the boy hands up behind his back.  "Ow, that hurts."  The tiger snarled back as he hit the boy on the head again.  "Oh fuck off with your whining."  Once the wrists were tied behind the back, the tiger slowly worked on his belt as he placed it around the neck and tightened it.  Then slowly he pulled out of the youngster as all the cum, blood and shit splattered to the ground and he got up, carrying the boy with him and then sat the boy on top of the seat head rest in front of him. 
 
The large handpaws moved up to wrap the other end of the leather belt about the metal railing and he tied a knot, then he carried the boy off the headrest and looked at him, the sick smile formed on the adult's face.  "You ready?"  The cheetah looked terrified with a questionable look, then the tiger just let go as the boy dropped and then hung there, the sound of the cheetah started to choke, fighting as his body jerked about and the tiger just sat down in front of him, spread out his legs as he took hold of his raging bloody shit cum covered cock and started to wank himself as he watched the young boy in front swing about as he fought for breath.  "Yeah, that's it fight it, make it last."  The tiger said as he held his balls with another hand and worked himself as he wanked fast and furious as the little boy started to go blue, the eyes were clouding over and the male climaxed again all over his belly and chest as the young boy died, going limp as he swung about on the leather belt.
 
The tiger sat there for a while and looked at him, before he reached for the cubs torn clothes, cleaned himself off and then tossed them into another seat, then he worked to untie the belt, lowered the kid back down into the seat, naked and closed his eyes.  The tiger got dressed again as he slipped the belt onto his pants and then walked back to where his seat was near the front of the train, whistling happily as he left the dead cheetah boy on the seat, the blood and cum just staining the chair with a open dead mouth open.  The next few hours and the tiger felt the train come to a stop as he disembarked, sniffed the cold night air and then turned to look at the train as it started off again and waved to the dead looking cheetah boy as it passed, by the time he was found, it would be far away and in the morning.  The tiger turned and walked off down the platform with a smile, that was a fun train ride for once.