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Foreword:
This was originally written as a short story for modern day version of a friends setting, pictures were provided which is why character appearances are not mentioned.  In this feline dominated society, other species find it difficult to thrive, or even to survive. Every non-feline trying to settle somewhere within the Empire's massive borders in the past quickly found themself isolated at best, and discriminated or even killed at worst. Sure the City of Nyanberg isn’t as bad as the rest of the Empire, thanks to history trading with other countries, but even then only very few non-felines decided to try to live there. The far more common reason non-felines ended up in the city was by being born there. Most of the street kids roaming around, trying to stay afloat by stealing, were non-felines. Rabbits, Mice... and a handful of canines, born as bastards to some whore before being tossed out onto the street... 

Our scene is the Mausdistrict, the place where you go when you have nothing left, or when you need someone for a less honorable job. The whole district is full of thieves, beggars, gangs and all those deemed undesirable by the upper class. Despite its name however, only very few Mousefolk actually live down there and, like the rest of the city, Cats dominate the small alleys and streets. 
Of course the slums of the City weren't always abandoned like they are now. Under all the dirt that litters the streets now actually lays the old city center, the Mausdistrict is the oldest district in Nyanburg in fact. The ancestors of the von Nyanberg dynasty started settling there but as the city grew the Dukes slowly shifted their focus, away from their old town-center as they built a new city-center where the Marketdistrict lays today. The nail in the coffin of the district however was, when the Royal Family itself moved out of it and up into the castle. 
In the span of a year the Mausdistrict, isolated by the old citywall from the rest of the rapidly growing new city, fell into disarray. While the Dukes tried to fight against the growing crime-rate, quickly they gave up. While they concentrated their efforts on the far more lucrative parts of the city, the Mausdistrict got more and more separated. Today you know exactly when you enter the Mausdistrict, not only because you have to pass through one of the old city gate, but also because of the destroyed roads, burnt out cars and litter standing in stark contrast to the new and nice roads of the rest of the city. The whole district is nothing more than a labyrinth of dark, dirty alleys at this point and all the old buildings, like the first small palace the von Nyanbergs build are unrecognizable by now. 
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The small office could barely qualify as a proper security room hidden away in the side streets of the Mausdistrict, for one it was cramp and narrow with little room for its various furnishings never mind any occupier and would be thieves. The pair of antiquated filing cabinets, wide office chair and a monitor cluttered corner desk that most likely hadn’t been moved from some time in the 60’s made up the “office” area separated from the “holding” zone by the heavy oak table that divided the room, the “holding” zone” itself was just over glorified term obviously designed to tick some company form checkbox whilst in reality it was just another office chair for the well behaved offender or a threadbare steel framed sofa that looked like it belong in a casting couch video to which a misbehaving one could be cuffed to.

The rooms oppressive feel emphasize and completed further by the complete lack of windows or natural light and the uneasy quiet that was usually only disrupted by the low hum of the fluorescent lamp and vents above, though at this moment it was been shattered by something else entirely.
The sound of taboos being broken and innocence lost again and again, quiet, panting woofs and soft murmurs of nervous delight emanating from a far too young pup in the lap of a far too old feline. Their noses brushing back and forth almost sweetly before the man's coarse sandpaper tongue gave her a single lap along her neck, centimetres apart his dark brown eyes shining with ferocity, gaze into her own as another low growl rumbles from him, his tail swaying with predators intent he remained still for a moment holding the gaze even as his hand slid down her body dipping into her trousers...

This moment was not a unique one, the young girl was now the felines personal pet after a month in the making, the feline security guards first encounter with the teen red wolfess the day she found her way stumbling into his office, shirt torn, arms bruised, the street child unable to escape her past scam victims even outside of the palace. With a tender touch the feline had patched her up and gifted the young pup with a new gothic shirt from the lost and found once she'd 'convinced' him, her red muzzle drool soaked and stained a touch whiter for it. The feline for once doing his job properly (once encouraged), a short moment returning to that kind, decent person he was before his time in Mausdistrict.. Before he had been pressured to gang raped his first repeat shoplifter into a choked out, corpse in a "team building" exercise with the local police team.
For all its picturesque glamour Nyanburg had at its core the rotting Mausdistrict every day growing in poverty and corruption that stain any individual that drifted from the glitter heights of the new city or the suburbia. You were either on the take or turned a blind eye, honesty and integritys only reward was a bullet in the brain and a trip to the bottom of the river.. If you were lucky.

So it was a rare opportunity for the feline to do something (semi) selfless in this town but even good intentions pave the way to hell, it was three days later when he found her battered and bruised again, black marks visible below that red fur. Once again he picked her up, letting her cry all that frustration into his chest whilst he pet and groomed her body before he sent her on her way.. And so this pattern continued, and each time the pups situation became a little clearer to the feline. An outsider with few friends and many enemies, and victim to the petty bullying that all non felines endured, ignored at best, a disappointment amongst her fellow strays at worst. She was a living uncertainty desiring freedom but also craving security and a place. Prowler in turn listened and soothed her, even as she opened her heart up to this man as well as her her young trembling body, having tempted his buried predatory urges as he recognised the signs of a young girl starved of affection and so easily moulded.

That cramped horrid room became Janes safe space, young girl returning there to sleep, stash a find in the unused lock boxes or listen to the felines old music rather than seeking shelter on the streets, a place where she escape from the taunts of her bullies and the background dread that the nights of Mausdistrict brought. The feline providing a kind word, an open ear and a gentle, caressing embrace and all it cost was to allow this feline, a man whose race she should of hated to lay her across that scratched, worn table and explore her body with paw and tongue until her thoughts feel away in that lust drunk haze of pleasure or to relive the stress of his days with her own increasingly eager maw to the rewarding whispers of "good girl..". The inexperience girl so lost in her growing crush that his wayward touch upon her body rose no suspicion, just soft sighs and a lingering glow that the budding teen would try to replicate in her makeshift bed at night whilst burying her face in the shirt he had given her. One would have thought he would have succumbed to his desires sooner and simply ravaged his young prey.. In a way he had, for others had suffered in the girls place. 

First it had been one of her fellow street kids Mixi, the sultry little bunny streetwalker one of the strays more aggressive bullies, trying to follow the wolf she found herself in felines paws. The older man for once not sated with the ruined rabbits budding breasts or nimble tongue. That old oak desk had gained more scratch marks, his clutching paw had muffled the screams from the petite waist high teen, unsheathed claws pricking at her cheeks ensured her compliance in their aggressive play whilst the wide eyed Jane had watched from the corner in a mix of fear, arousal and malefic, guilty glee at her tormentors terror. 
Her underwear and clothes tugged aside; they offered no protection from the looming black form that towered over her, aloud clatter filling the air when stationary and paper struck the floor each time the bulbous tip of his barbed manhood flopping loose slapped against her exposed mound.

He was hardly as monstrous as some of the large anthros but seven inches of thick flesh lined with soft nubby barbs was pleasing to most.. and massive to a girl of her age especially when compared to the bunny's limp dicked father that had been the one to break her in. The larger man almost crushing the air from her in his growing lustful pace as the crescendoing slaps of their colliding hips and the shaking of the desk filled that room, the lustful feline using the small girl for his pleasure with no uncertainty in her role as his fucktoy. She whimpered of course as she was impaled on his cock, his thickness and barbs giving the sensation he was tearing her tight teen walls apart. The streetwise girl so used to bargaining with for what she needed with her hands, breasts or mouth completely unprepared for the sensation of another man rather than her father inside her. The feline savouring her expression as her mind regressed to its safe place, her beautiful expression twisted in pained pleasure as he was forced to orgasm in spite of her discomfort.

Tears streaking from her amber eyes, her breathing shallow and ragged, the gentle sob of "Daddy.. No Daddy.." against his palm even as her abused body spammed with the overstimulation. In spite of the protests in her mind her fathers molestations had groomed her body to ensure that the little cock sleeves would endure very second of it, tongue lolling from her mouth with thrust of his thickness inside her, mercilessly pushing himself deeper and deeper. On the felines part the only thoughts that burned in his brain as he plunged into that warm, velvety pocket was curiosity of just how tight the young wolfess would be in comparison. ’Thunk',’Thunk', ’Thunk' That painful tempo increasing had signalled the encounters climax, the muffled slap of matted fur on fur filling the room as he had thrust inside the unresponsive teen. Those powerful paws now grasping her sides, pulling her back after each bounce to meet him part way and pushing deep into her most intimate places finally breaking through that last barrier aided by the bunnys own leaking lust. ’Thunk'," How many little bitches do you think I've .. ’Thunk', fucked on this table? .. ’Thunk' Stay away from my Jane... "’Thunk',’Thunk', ’Thunk', "Unless You like it when it hurts."’Thunk', "Little '’Thunk', bunny..’Thunk', painslut" 

The feline whispered cruelties into her ears sinking as deep as the invading shaft raping her body, that low mocking accusation was as inescapable as his claws. The hot slap of flesh on flesh rang out to its final crescendo, claws digging in squeezed the rabbit tightly as she groaned her last orgasm, mind and body shattered under her abusers assault for the moment. The man holding her contorting body close, the limp bunny having had released a quiet, whimpering sigh at the sensation of his hot seed stuck her deepest regions, the feline having used no protection there was always a chance that her scrawny body would be forcefully developed in the future.
Even if it did it was no matter, the feline knew the bunny was streetwise enough not to approach the police lest she'd risk becoming another missing case from the trailer park like so many girls before her.
The exhausted bunny had made no attempt to flee or fight still barely responsive when he used Janes mouth beside her sometime later, the confused pup almost jealously cleaning the evidence of the abuse off the feline when it came to the bunny herself it was a more complicated issue. In the end her torn clothes replaced with a loaned hoodie from the lost and found she was unceremoniously dumped several streets away. The little trailer trash knowing she was luckier in her position than most to be able walk/limp away with a new hoodie, and £50 in mall vouchers for spending money from the placated feline to sweeten the deal.

That day had been a changing point, the young pup seeing this somewhat sweet feline become a monster on her behalf, at been called his.. Neither of them left the room that night...

Nuzzling the young girl in his lap the felines ears twitch revealing his happiness even if his face was slow to show it, the small smile on his lips gradually growing at the adorable expression on the young girls face. That hand had been caressing her long hair now hooking around her, holding her lithe body in a gentle embrace as his fingertips drew spirals down her stomach.
"Don't threat .. You've been a very good girl.. My pretty little puppy." Those claws were so careful, so kind compared to late nights where the pair delved into dark desires. Where they had once left scratches then now only left a tingling trail of warmth. Twisting knots and tiny hearts were the invisible art and she his canvas as those fingers crept lower up and down her thighs.

"Mmm.. good girl..." Honey words kept the pup still, the chest against her back now rose and fell in great deep breaths, the subtle presence of warm air wash across her perky ears and neck as her older man breathed in her scent. He really did enjoy all the gentle noises she made, all the more that she was naturally quiet as it made each one all that more special especially when he nuzzled his shy lover with a reassuring "Murrrr".
Still encompassing her in that loving hold, the older man obviously in control but ensuring the wolf pup would continue to feel safe against him in the false assumption that if needed he would stop. His hand hips its thumb hooking the tiny fabric band of her shorts and silken underwear slowly lowering the cloth just enough that his fingers could slide beneath and make their presence known, spreading fingertips exploring the youthful firmness of her mound taking their time as they slid to what that lay beneath. That cupping palm ensuring her offered body wouldn't able to hide its treasure from him any longer should she try to squirm, fingers now teasing open the tight pink slit and testing layers of soft, warm, malleable flesh with a feather light touches.
Vibrations flow through her spine emanating from him, the feline vibrant purring growing stronger whilst his free hand slid from her budding chest to brush her maw. Fingertips slipped into the wet heat of her mouth coated in her saliva now brushing against the damp sandpaper texture of her tongue, slowly beginning to pump back and forth in time with the movements below.
Those coaxing fingers too were growing moist with his young pets lust, taking their time probing her most intimate place though her most sensitive button wouldn't be forgotten, a now lubricated thumb kneeding and rolling the tiny nub as if he was strumming a quiet melody.

Rolling, squeezing and kneading, the unceasing caresses continued with only the thought of making the pup melt with pleasure in mind, her body responding when her mind could not ensuring his fingers grew sticky with her desire. "Good girl.. here it comes.." As if to punctuate his words his thumb now no longer content to tease her slowly pressed faster using her own arousal as lube.
The tip of his middle finger that had been dragging itself up and down running it along between the lips of her sex plunging in as her body reacted to the bizarre and exciting feeling. The wet sound of flesh on flesh rising as he finger fucked her with increasing tempo, a second finger adding itself to the mix. Her tight body clenching down could feel every bump and twist of those long digits and the 'Come hither' motions they made within her.
Feeling her squirm under him her cries and movements remind him of just why he loved treating his pet, those fingers digging now squeezed as the teen grew closer to panting out her her orgasm. The older man chuckling at the thought of the fireworks that must be happening behind her eyes, holding her contorting, struggling body close while she shudders. Her orgasming body contracting around him only served to pleasure her further though his thrusting fingers slowly grew slower hindered by her tightness. 
His own aroused panting voice was muffled his face pressed against her hot flushed neck, as he slowly slipped finger by finger outside her with a sticky pop leaving her a tingling emptiness behind. His mouth had turned dry with anticipation, the tiny wolfs eagerness an aphrodisiac like no other to the frustrated feline, savouring the moment those somewhat sticky hands now once more caressed her feeling her tense and curl under his palm as they now circled slowly up and down from her offered sides to her sides...

This would be only the start of the night when would be finally be leashed and collared.