Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2025

Pirate’s Comeuppance

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

Alma strode through the village, though it was rather quaint, even by the pirate’s perspective. The Siamese cat anthro strutted through the small buildings, some of them with a second level to them, appreciating the small community she’d stumbled upon. Of course, she’d left her foolhardy crew back on the ship, tending to it, while she scouted out the locals. Being that it was a village, however, she didn’t think it would be at all a challenge for her in the slightest to find a place to stay. Uncovering somewhere to find treasure or another valuable bounty, undoubtedly, was her next step.

Her dark tail swung lightly behind her as she nodded and tipped her hat to a wolfess.

“A good day to you!”

She smiled winningly but did not pause as she headed through to what could only be a pub. Everywhere that was anywhere had booze flowing and, although she’d only, so far, seen femfur wolves in the village, even through the trees and thicker vegetation surrounding it, she was sure that was her first stop. There was nothing like lubricating tongues with strong liquor to loosen them up…

Alma, however, missed the wolves casting her dark looks, ears back, sharing glances. Their tails were stiff and yet the feline could not read their body language as easily as she could those who she spent time around, the door to the pub swinging open to the touch of her paw while more wolves, all seemingly female, followed her in.

“Ah!” 

Alma surveyed the interior of the pub, with the rickety, wooden tables and chairs, the bar top and wolfish barkeep polishing a glass with narrowed eyes. She strode up to the bar – and that was when things went wrong.

Two pairs of strong paws grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her back, a snarling muzzle shoved into her face.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” A wolf snarled, her lips peeled back from her teeth, showing the gleam of saliva painting them. “We don’t take to your kind in these parts!”

“Ah… Well, I had no idea!”

Alma blustered, heart pounding, but smooth words and sweet talk would not cover up the natural scent of her body and how it gave her away. Wolves were far more attuned to the sick scent of fear and sweat hanging in the air than she was and their noses twitched, the dark, block dots inhaling sharply, taking in the scent of their prey. She didn’t even get out more, at least that was comprehensible, as paws and claws tore at her clothes, ripping them from her body, from her blue overcoat to her pants and underwear.

“Hey – no! No, let me go, let me go!”

Her crew was not there to back her up and she lunged for her sword, only to find it was already gone from her hip. Alma’s breath raked through her throat and she heaved as her breasts were bared, eyes flicking over the wolves assailing her. It was strange how things seemed to slow down when she was in a moment like that, huffing and heaving, her body going into survival mode. Toothy, white grins with no humour behind them filled her vision, some of the wolves stripping down too, which made little sense.

At least, it didn’t make sense until she saw hard cocks springing out and realised, to a sick chill of horror weighing in the pit of her stomach, they were not femfurs at all. She’d assumed the wolves took female pronouns, of course, but they were not female – and they weren’t male either. She’d encountered that in some colonies and countries, where intersex anthros were more prominent than where she’d come from, and the wolves most certainly encapsulated that.

“Unff… No… C’mon, let’s make a deal! I can make it worth your while!”

“No… This is what we do to your kind!”

One wolf loomed over her, their muzzle darker and their eyes a rich, intoxicating amber. Alma could have shrunk from her if she could, though she was hauled back and pinned on a table, her ass nearly hanging off the edge. More wolves still crowded in and grabbed at her tits, pinching her nipples, too many paws roaming over her body all at once, groping her like she’d suddenly just become something to be used and abused.

She didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think about that at all.

“You shouldn’t ever have stepped a pretty little paw in our town, cat.”

She squirmed and fought, but there was really no helping it as a white-furred wolf shoved their muzzle between her legs and lapped deeply. Her thighs were pinned and held apart, though that was hardly something Alma was holding in mind at that time, muscles straining as she thrashed, or at least tried to. That hot tongue traced a blistering line between her thighs and the wolf snarled as they ate her out, but it didn’t seem like it was for her benefit. They were just doing it to humiliate her, to show her where her place was, the cat huffing and straining, even as her head was forced down and back.

Alma had not realised the size of the table she was on, but it was small enough that her head could hang down and back while her ass was nearly off the other side. Her stomach sank, if it was even possible for it to do so more than it already had, and a cock bobbed upside-down in her line of sight, jabbing furtively at her mouth.

Fingers curled into the corners of her lips, forcing her to open up – but was there really any opportunity for Alma to force them to stop in the first place? No, her body was their plaything to do with as they wished, the wolf between her thighs licking over her pussy and her tail hole, though there was no finesse to it. It was not for her benefit, after all, but more to make sure what they wanted to do to her went as they wanted it to.

“Mmmph!”

The cock jabbing at her lips struck home as her mouth was held open and she howled mutely around it as her eyes streamed with tears, though she didn’t want them to be there. She didn’t want the intersex round of wolves to know how much they’d struck her down, the cold fury they’d sent spearing right to her core. The tongue pulled away from her sex and her heart sank, but there was still nothing the feline could do about it, not in the slightest.

She was forced to endure as the wolf’s dick ground into her mouth, crushing her tongue into the bottom of her mouth, the cat red-faced and burning with shame. The feel of a big shaft crowding her mouth, using her for their pleasure in any way possible, was the worst kind of grounding she ever could have felt in that moment, trying to twist away as another pair of paws landed on her hips. Those paws held her firmly in position, ragged claws tearing through her fur, but she was not ready for their cock to ram into her, finding her entrance and then cramming as much into her pussy as possible.

“Aaaaggghhh!”

She yowled, but her cries fell on deaf ears, for no one was listening to her. Having her pussy stuffed was not even her preference and yet that was the least of it! Her body ached and burned with shame, rammed with cocks from both ends as they sawed back and forth into her with crude, rough strokes. There was no sense of delicacy at all in how they took her, forcing themselves brutally on her, but Alma could only bear through it.

That was easier said than done as cocks ground over her breasts, rubbing over her body. Someone climbed onto the table, though it shook under their weight (clearly not as rickety as Alma had initially thought) and ground their dick between her boobs, tit-fucking her. And there was not a damn thing the cat could do about it, her tail even pinned down with a rough paw so it didn’t get in their way.

She moaned around the dick in her mouth as it sped up, though there was no pleasure in it for her. Her jaw ached and she tried to twist her head away even as a dominant paw landed on her throat too, locking her in place. Thus, she was forced to take it as they creamed in her mouth, a powerful howl rising, joining the cacophony of noise in the moderately sized pub. The one in her cunny slammed in crudely, stretching her cunt around them, but there was no orgasm to come in that for her, not with them.

She felt it, however, the moment orgasm hit them and they blasted out their own howl, slamming deep and stretching her cunt while they unloaded inside her. Treating the Siamese cat as nothing more than their own personal cum dump, she was forced to take a hot load of seed deeply up into her sore pussy while the other dick sprang free of her lips, spurting a few last shots of cum over her face.

“Agh! No… Please…”

Alma didn’t want to beg, not at all, but there was nothing else for it, wanting her dignity, her freedom. The wolves ignored her, a sea of cocks bobbing as that dick was yanked unceremoniously form her cunt, semen bubbling up in a messy, sloppy cream-pie that slopped from her stretched sex. All they did was drag her off the table to the floor, where she was flipped onto her front and pulled up once again. 

One wolf grabbed her shoulders while another grabbed her around the hips, suspending her between them as they rammed their dicks into her ass and her mouth at the same time. Alma groaned and tried to twist, but someone else yanked her arms up behind her, stopping her from even beating against the wolves with her small fists, the pirate brought ever so low by the might of the wolf village. Too late, the despondent thought flitted into her mind that they were not all that friendly towards non-wolves, or even just felines like her, but the cocks painfully forcing her ass open around them and ramming into the back of her mouth again knew what they were there for. She was just to be used, to be taught her place, her chest heaving while she tried to keep everything she held close safe, her sense of pride shivering, tempting to shatter even then.

Yet there was nowhere for her to go and Alma was forced to feel every crude stroke, even her tail hole blistering with burning pain as it was rudely stretched. The “oral” she’d got helped only a little there as she was not meant to take anything up her ass without adequate preparation, but Alma was not asked her opinion on that. Not as her chest heaved and she was suspended between the wolves, no more than a toy for them to fuck, to use, to brutalise however they damn well pleased.

Again and again, she was slammed into. It was hard to track which wolf was fucking her at any time, one creaming in her ass and cum trickling down her thighs. She was rolled over on the floor and a cock rammed into her mouth, jaw aching as she strained around it, her pussy used once again as she shuddered in disgust. Ropes of cum splattered her body, marking her tits, other wolves just taking the chance to grind over her, laughs and crude words shared between them.

The wolves had made their point clear with the newest “visitor” to their community, exchanging looks and smirks, licking their lips. More and more of the intersex community crowded into the pub, everyone wanting to get a go in one of the cat’s holes, or even humping her tits, though they would all have their turn. It was not as if Alma was in any position to say “no,” after all…

So it was that the pirate faced her cocky comeuppance, though it was, perhaps, not a lesson Alma would learn all that well.