Kanga

Howdy everybody! So this was my entry in the Australia Day writing contest, and seeing how it was a bit rushed I’m kinda thinking about revising some parts of it at a later time. Idk, we’ll see what happens. In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy it.
(Additionally, please be sure to check out the entries of my esteemed competitors: LDR, Laaren, Deecomputer, Zera, and Choruss. I know those guys all worked really hard on   their stuff and I would really appreciate it if you gave them a moment of your time. )

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Dust and a hail of rock spews wildly into the rural morning air as you automatically slam the brakes of the pickup into engagement, trying in vain to halt your momentum only a second or two before you subsequently crash into the figure that’s suddenly crossed into the road.
Immediately overwhelmed by the ensuing explosion of sound and motion, your mind blanks out, leaving you sitting there stupefied in the driver’s seat as stirred plumes of reddish dust swirl cautiously around the wreck, gawking and gaping at the travesty that’s just visited the arid sect of land.

Bit by broken and disjointed bit, your mind only just begins to return to you a short time later before it then hesitantly registers that you’ve not only just killed someone, but that you’ve done so in a country you’ve only been in for less than a year.
That, you figure, when combined with the fact that as a fresh student at Matroin University you lack both the money for a lawyer or any kind of relationship with anyone who could possibly help you, ultimately means that for all intents and purposes your life has just ended here alongside that of your victim’s. . .all in the span of a few seconds.

Nauseous and shaking as if you could fall into pieces at any given moment, you try to overcome your shock by breathing in the hot air of the rural Australian tract, but it does nothing. You feel like you’re suffocating, like you’re being poisoned by the psychotic river of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body. . .you need out, right now.

Stifling back your rapidly growing urge to vomit, you pry your hands away from the steering wheel and blindly fumble with the door until it finally clicks open. Ignoring the repetitive, scolding electronic chime of your vehicle’s cab, you weakly slide yourself out of it and tentatively set foot onto the loose orange soil of the land you’ve just betrayed, feeling your guilt already surrounding you like a cage.

Taking two or three quivering steps away from your truck, you feel your legs struggle to remember how to properly carry you as you mindlessly amble off to the side of the road, clutching your head in your hands. You press hard, trying to keep it from bursting as horrified, agonizing thoughts begin to swell within it. Who did you just run over? What were they? Were they a father? Maybe a mother? Did you just tear apart a family? Oh god. . .what if it was someone’s child? What if they w—

“AAAAAAAH ME FACKIN’ LEG!!”

You turn around, incredulous at the thought of someone somehow surviving such a violently energetic collision. How? How could something do that?  You shake your head, moving towards the crumpled front of your truck without so much as a single thought of what to do.

“My god, lady, are you okay?! Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see y—”

You stop dead in your tracks as you round the mangled front corner of your truck, unable to believe what you’re seeing. Before you, writhing across the dusty ground is a woman. .no, a girl. . .but not like one you’ve ever seen. She’s absolutely massive, easily outweighing you by some two hundred pounds and besting you by three to four heads of height. Across her immensely muscular arms and the portions of her otherworldly, digitigrade legs that her tight khaki shorts don’t cover are thick patches of bluish-grey fur that shimmer almost hypnotically in the early morning sun, their subtle luster repeatedly drawing your eyes back even after you’ve glimpsed the arguably more peculiar sights of both the long, marsupian ears that spring out from the wilds of her messy auburn hair, and the massive, powerful tail that trails down between her legs.

For a moment you simply stand there, awed by the sight of such an impressive creature. Although you’d heard plenty of things about demi-humans like her growing up as a kid back in the states, you never imagined you’d really ever see one in person. . .and truth be told, on some level, you actually hoped you never would, especially given what you heard they usually did to men unfortunate enough to cross their paths. It’s weird though, she doesn’t. . . .

“. .Oi. . .you hearin’ me?” The girl’s voice intrudes, abruptly pulling you from your thoughts.

“Y-yeah. . .I’m sorry, I um. . .” You respond ineloquently, letting the words fall away into silence as your eyes briefly fixate on how the light deposits of powdery orange dirt that are covering portions of the front, back, and sides of the girl’s T-shirt all somehow work to subtly highlight the profile of her plump G-cups. “Are you h-err. .um . . .h-how bad are you hurt?”

“Ah, me poor fackin’ legeridoo’s all cactused. . .” the girl hisses through clenched teeth, cradling her left leg protectively as her softly defined face tightens up in a wince.

“I. .uh. . .” you begin, blinking confusedly as you try to decipher the girl’s words. “S-so should I call the param—”

“NO!” She lurches up, moving with startling speed as her soft emerald eyes briefly widen in panic. Catching herself, the girl smiles uneasily, “Err. .I mean I can’t really swing that sorta boondogle right now, so it’s probably best not to go off callin’ fer no ambo’s or nothin’ ya know?”

Confused, you raise a brow. “Are. .you sure?”

“Nah yeah mate I’m bloody positive, a hundred fackin’ percent certy! ” the girl nods, flashing you another quick smile.

“Well. .um. .how else can I help? Is there anything I can do?” You ask, feeling increasingly bad for having put the girl into such a predicament.

“Eh. .? Oh, oh right! Yeah! Yeah there is!” The girl nods excitedly, her eyes suddenly lighting up at the offer. “I uh need ya ta ‘ave a gander at me leg since I’m too shit scared to ‘ave a look at’er meself. Just tell me how facked it is and we’ll go on from there alright?”

“O-okay. .sure,” you nod and promptly kneel down at the girl’s feet, eager to be of some help to her. At first eyeing her left leg, you move over to the right, then furrow your brows. “So. . .which one is it again?”

“It’s uhh. .the one on the right. . . .”

You pause. Hadn’t it been the left? You could’ve sworn that it had been. .but . . . .
You shake the thought from your head, focusing your attention on looking for protrusions or any other immediate signs of injury as you run your eyes up from the fine black points of the girl’s claws to the base of her thigh, then back down.

“I. .don’t really see anything,” you admit confusedly, flicking your eyes back up to the girl’s face and the puzzling expression that’s spread across it.

“Oh, really? Huh. .well could ya maybe look a bit closer love?” She grins shyly, keeping her eyes locked on yours until you relent and hesitantly move back down, getting just close enough t—
In an instant, the top of her foot suddenly rockets up and violently connects with the bottom of your jaw, smashing you unconscious almost instantly.

When consciousness finally tentatively returns to you some far off and unknown amount of time later, you find yourself gagged and immobile, bound tightly to an unusually sturdy wooden chair in the center of a dim, messy room. All around, laundry of varying degrees of cleanliness and numerous empty beer bottles clog the already smallish living room of your captor’s apartment, lending a simultaneously repellant if somewhat relaxed atmosphere to the environment. From the look of it, the majority of the clothing strewn over the neighboring sofa, the coffee table, the recliner, and the two loveseats all belongs to that of a female, however you can’t even begin to fathom who. . .at least not until the dull pain in your jaw reminds you of the hulking demi-human from earlier that morning.

A grim, weighty feeling suddenly settles in your stomach at the thought of the massive creature. Had she been the one that brought you here? Was this her house?

Looking around you, you find that the idea doesn’t seem altogether implausible. . .but why? Why would she bring you back to her home of all places when she could’ve just as easily taken your truck and left you on that desolate little strip of road? What reason would she have t—

The stuttering rebound of a spring doorstop abruptly pulls your attention across the room, drawing your eyes to the very object of your thoughts as she stands pridefully in the doorway of her bathroom, her hair and body wrapped up in damp, mismatched towels.

“G’day there handsome~” she grins, unwrapping and shaking her damp hair about as she hops her way into the kitchen. Rummaging around in her refrigerator for a moment, the creature subsequently retrieves a bottle of microbrewed beer and summarily snaps the cap off with the end of a claw before taking a quick swig of the overpriced concoction. “So how’d ya sleep?”

“Mmumpf hmpff muumphf hafmpf. . .” you mumble, articulating your confusion and irritation as best as you can through the cloth buried in your mouth.

“Ahh right, the gag. . .I kinda forgot about that,” she frowns, clicking the lethal tips of her claws thoughtfully against the sides of the bottle. “See. . .I’m thinkin’ I really wanna take those knickers outta yer mouth, but I’ve also gotta know if you’ll be able to behave yourself if I do. . .ya know, can’t have you screamin’ for help or nothin’ the second your gob’s free right?”

You swallow dryly at the question, feeling your pulse quicken at its more sinister implications before you then pause to consider its other, more agreeable aspects. Rationalizing that, given the possibility that you’ll be allowed to speak at all, you quickly draw up a handful of possible motives for the girl’s actions and swiftly begin running through them. Does she want money? Kidnappings usually involve money so g—

“Thos’re my knickers in your mouth by the way,” the girl adds with a dark grin, calmly taking a sip from her drink as she watches you slip out of your thoughts and slowly begin to flush red with embarrassment. Seemingly amused by the reaction you’ve given her, the creature snickers softly as she begins hopping towards you, “So tell me love, how do they taste? Are they stirrin’ anythin’ up in ya?”

You shake your head emphatically before quickly lowering it, trying to hide your fiercely blushing face from the girl’s words.

“Awww, you’re just too bloody cute, ya know that?” She smiles, fixing her piercing green eyes on you ash she casually moves some furniture aside with a foot, then draws closer. “Ya know, it was right fackin’ bonzer that I peeped ya goin’ off as ya were earlier this mornin’ ’cause, if’n it’d been any later, I woulda just pissed off to the bottle’o and chucked the whole day up as cactus,” she chuckles, tipping her bottle back one last time before downing the remainder of its sudsy contents. “Now can you imagine just how bloody stoked I was when, as fate so had it, I found meself a hubby that was not only speedin’ down the road, but also headin’ my way?” she shakes her head, “I don’t think you can. . .that’s fackin’ fairytale stuff right there, love. Hell, all I had to do was just step out into the road an’ here we are. Ain’t that just fackin’ ripper?”

You blink. Had you heard her right? Had she just insinuated that. .you. .were. . .?
You blink again, cycling the information back through your head once more to try to uncover some further meaning in the girl’s words, maybe something that you aren’t understanding. . .but it’s as plain as day: the girl’s trying to claim you as hers.

Watching as comprehension of her intent slowly fills your eyes, the girl grins malignantly, “Oh that’s right love, you’re mine. . .or rather you’re about to be.” Tugging lightly at the towel draped over her body, your captor lets it fall to the floor, drinking in the ensuing shock that shoots across your face.

Despite knowing that you should, you find yourself unable to draw your gaze away from the divested splendor of the creature’s body as she stands before you, her every curve and angle proudly laid bare to your eager eyes. Beauty defines her just as surely as stupefaction does you as you sit there, hypnotized. Though you know, almost innately, that at this moment your every breath should be devoted to protestation, you can’t find a single scrap of resistance in your body. Instead, you feel a desperation. .a hunger, an aching somewhere deep inside your chest that’s quietly crying to be sated. Even as the girl begins clawing your clothing to ribbons and ripping the tatters away, you don’t find yourself suddenly thinking about the danger of your situation or what’s about to be stolen away from you, no. . .in this moment all that you find you can care about is her.

Cupping your chin, the creature gently lifts your gaze up to meet hers as she leers down at you, grinning widely. “Crikey. .look at how yer pervin’ at me. You ain’t gonna be whinge’n about this any time soon now are ya?” she chuckles lightly to herself, then looks thoughtfully at you for a moment. “Well. . .I think it’s time we got started, don’t you?”

You nod thoughtlessly, paying heed only to the amorous feelings fluttering through your body as your eyes lock on eachother. She grins, “Righto, let’s ‘ave a kiss then love!”

Pulling both the gag and her saliva-soaked panties out of your mouth, the girl hardly gives you a moment to breathe before she eagerly begins crashing her lips into yours, attacking you again and again with an almost feral intensity before, seemingly overcome by passion, she then abruptly forces her tongue deep into your mouth. Automatically retreating at the strange sensation, your flight is halted by a firm hand at the back of your head as the girl holds you in place and presses deeper into your mouth. Although you feel a sweet, terrible heat beginning to spill through your body as her tongue and her corruptive, beer-tinged saliva mingles with your own, you don’t find either of the sensations too entirely unpleasant, least of all with the haze that’s beginning to fall over your mind. It’s becoming harder to think, yes, but you’re also quick to realize that, at this moment, thought is just as unimportant as. . .well. . .anything else.

All that matters, in this moment, is her. . .this girl that’s willing to give all of herself to you when so many others haven’t. Shouldn’t you repay her in kind? Wouldn’t that be the right thing to do?

Giving yourself up entirely to the roo, you let your body ease into relaxation and begin to block out everything around you two, losing yourself in the kiss you’re both sharing as she slowly straddles your naked frame, pressing her needy body to yours.

“Oi, oi, oi. . .what do we have here?” she asks, abruptly breaking the kiss with a soft chuckle as she reaches down between your eager bodies. “Ohhh you dirty bastard,” she grins at you, her eyes glowing hot with a desire that borders on frenzy, “you’re fackin’ harder than a diamond after just a bit’a pashin’?”

You feel a blush sweep through your face and the heat it carries with it, but not any kind of embarrassment. In a way, you’re actually glad she can feel how ready you are for her.
Fuck. . .you’ve never actually been more ready for anything in your life. You need this.

“Please. . .f-fuck me,” you whimper, speaking in a voice you hardly recognize as your own.

Immediately taken aback by your plea, the girl swivels her fuzzy ears forward curiously as her brilliant eyes focus on you, “W-what? What did you just. . .?”

“Please, whoever you are. . .please just fuck me,” you say again, your voice tightening with desperation as the sinister heat in your body begins to rise, making you squirm needily beneath your captor’s warm, achingly close body. “Please. . .I need it. . . .”

Blinking in disbelief for a moment, the demi-human quietly studies you, then erupts into a fit of thick, mirthful laughter. “Ah, strewth! I just fackin’ knew you were a slut!” she giggles, “I knew you were because all you yanks are!” Pausing for breath and to fan her face, the girl coughs into her fist before excitedly continuing. “Ohh, haha, ya don’t get it mate. . .I’m just now realizin’ why all them fackin’ bludgers and boomers at the uni’s like to keep all you school dags so close’n comfy. It’s ‘cause they fackin’ know you’re all a piece’a piss to go and nab! Well, actually, it’s that and the fact they just can’t fackin’ stand the thought of all us crikey-mikeys ‘n bouncy girlies out’ere in the bush gettin’ anything but fack all! Tell me, did they ev—”

You lunge forward and hungrily press your lips to the girl’s, totally unconcerned with anything else she has to relay so long as the awful carnal fire burning inside you remains.
You can’t wait any longer. .every second spent outside the girl’s body feels like fiery suffocation. You need air. You need release. You need the relief that only she can offer.

“Fackin’ hell!” The roo-girl pants, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she looks at you with frenzied eyes, “You really want it don’t ya? Alright ya mongrel, give it a burl!”
Without any further warning, the girl suddenly grabs your dick and slips you inside her before slamming her entire weight down on you, nearly breaking both your pelvis and the chair beneath you. “How d’ya like that handsome?!” The girl growls menacingly as she throws her hair back and begins bouncing on you, hooking her hands onto the ears of the chair for support.

Though you imagine the forcefulness with which she slides the entirety of your length in and out of her is intended as punishment, all it serves to do is to whet your depraved appetite for more. It’s not enough. Your body’s screaming for greater stimulation, you need to be brutalized and put in your place, fucked until you’re only a faint memory of a man in the shape of a mewling splatter on the floor.

“More. .god. .please. . .more!” You cry out as little by little, the pace and ferocity of your joining begins to increase amidst the wildly creaking protests of your chair. At this point you doubt the poor thing will hold out, but it doesn’t matter, if it breaks you’ll both continue on the floor.
Intermittently at first, then later at the bottom of each of the girl’s thrusts, you begin thrusting up into her, drawing out small, surprised squeaks from her each time as you both gradually let your passions consume you. Before long, you’re both slick with sweat and your every gasping breath is promptly exhaled in a song of blissful grunts and moans, shaping a prothalamion and an overture to your looming unified climax all at once.

“I. .I’m gonna. . .” you whimper out from beneath the heaving might of your lover, hoping that the warning will slow her pace, but to no avail. She’s not only committed to sending you over the threshold, but actively redoubling and intensifying her efforts to usher you there. With no possible recourse, you can only groan and whimper as you’re led to your moment of splendor and then cry out as it subsequently crashes into you like a sledgehammer.

In an instant, all control disappears and all boundaries are transcended as your eyes slam shut and you begin pouring yourself into your lover’s eager body. It’s peace. . .it’s bliss. . .but then comes the awful return to clarity. Jabbing and carving into your mind like a knife, it delivers the pain of realization straight into your heart, forcing you to recognize what this means for your future: you’re going to be this creature’s slave, wholly unable to pursue the career you’ve worked so long and so hard for. Your dream is dead and circumstance has robbed you.

Suddenly painfully empty, you begin to quietly weep, unable to conceal the nauseating horror swirling up inside you. For just a moment your suffering flows freely down your face in the form of dense, bitter tears as you ponder the cruelty of your fate. Then, you find the isolation of your misery abruptly shattered by a gentle, consoling grasp.

“Oi, oi, oi. . .what’s all this? Why the tears love?” Your captor asks, her voice low and rigid with worry as she tenderly wipes your vision clear.

“I. .I. .” You begin weakly, your voice quivering and your chest heaving wildly as you struggle to fight back your sobs. “I can’t go to school anymore now. . . .”

Rearing her head back, the girl’s face quickly knits into an expression of confusion as she tries to deduce your meaning. “Wait. . .what? Why’s that love?”

“Because you’re never gonna let me go. . .you’re just gonna keep me tied up here in your apartment for the rest of my life,” you snivel gloomily, already resigning yourself to your fate as you try to keep your head low to avoid the creature’s insistent gaze.

“Oh. . .really? I am?” she asks, raising her brows in mock confusion before releasing the expression with an audible snicker of amusement. “Now, tell me, why would I go and do that?”

“Because that’s what you demi-humans do,” you grumble, already tumbling too far down into your misery to notice the facetious nature of the creature’s words. “You go out, find men, take them away from their family and friends, then you make them your slaves for the rest of their natural lives. That’s why you’d do that. . .and don’t go telling me that ai—”

“Yeah nah, ya actually got that all wrong love,” the girl interjects bluntly, “I mean, yeah, don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely gonna be keepin’ ya with me ‘cos that’s just what a man and his lil’ wifearoo are supposed to do . .but takin’ ya from yer oldies? From yer mates?” she shakes her head, curling her lips into a frown of sour distaste, “Nah, I couldn’t ever do that, least of all to me darlin’ hubby.”

You look at the girl, fixing your teary eyes on her as she somewhat awkwardly shifts herself around atop you, “You’re joking. . .right?”

Frowning briefly, the girl shakes her head again, “Nah. .not really. If yer keen to keep goin’ at yer studies then ya got my full support, love. Just promise you’ll be comin’ home to me at the end’a each day, that’s all I want.”

Though something in you is quietly apprehensive about the prospect of trusting the entirety of the girl’s word, you nod. “Okay. .I guess we can try that.”

“Good,” she smiles, “now just outta curiosity. .where’d ya get that nonsense about demi’s anyway?”

“School. . .” you answer hesitantly, drawing a disapproving frown from the girl.

“Makes sense I suppose,” she shrugs, “lord knows none’a them academic cunts has a bloody clue about anything anyways.” Kissing you gently yet firmly, the girl tussles your hair and climbs off of you. “Alright love, I’m thinkin’ we’re gonna have to have a talk about all the hogshit those uni cunts’ve pumped into yer noggin’ after we get tea settled.”

“I’m actually not a big fan of tea.” You frown.

“Eh?” She furrows her brows, momentarily stopping from picking through a pile of adequately clean clothes to look at you. “Hun, are you tellin’ me ya don’t e– wait. . .whaddya mean by tea?”
You furrow your brows, “What do you mean ‘Whaddya mean’ ? I’m talking about tea. Aren’t you?”

The girl chuckles, shaking her head slightly. “Love. .down here ‘tea’ means dinner. What d’ya want for dinner?”

You blink, feeling yourself blush slightly. “Well. .I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You keen on a Macca’s run?” She asks, slipping on a pair of panties and shorts.

“I guess,“ you shrug, “what is it?”

“It’s burgers’n fries love. .c’mon you yanks came up with it.” She chuckles lightly, looking slightly concerned at you.

“We. .did?” you frown, “When did we do that? Also, are you going to untie me?”
“Are you gonna try to run?”

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, briefly considering the thought of it, then you softly shake your head. “I guess not. .not as long as you’re telling the truth about letting me stay in school.”

“Of course I am!” she huffs, hooking her hands on her hips. “I think you’ll find I’m about as honest as they come mister! And besides, even if I did tell a little white lie every now and then, it sure as hell wouldn’t be to you, love. You’re my number one.”

Hopping over to you, the girl claws away the rope binding you to the chair and tenderly helps you up, moving you to the nearby recliner. “I got some bad news for ya love,” she sighs, looking around the room briefly, “I’m not too sure if I’ve got any clothes for blokes.”

Looking down at your naked body, then to the scraps of your clothing strewn all over the floor, you frown. “Well yeah I guess that complicates things. . .”

“No worries handsome,” she waves dismissively as she hops over to a towel on the floor and tosses it over to you. “There ya go love, chuck that on ya and let’s skidaddle, ya gotta be half fackin’ starved.”

Left with no immediate alternatives, you sigh and quickly wrap yourself up with the towel before joining your captor at the front door, “So am I ever going to get to know your name?”

“Whaddya mean love? Isn’t ‘darling’ or ‘wifey’ enough?” She grins, unlocking the door.

“Well in case you missed it,” you sigh, following the girl as she hops outside, “we never really really got to be on a first name basis. Don’t you think it’d be good to play a bit of catch up?”

“Mm. .I guess so,” she clicks her tongue, “it’s a bit of a drive to town, so I suppose introductions’ll be as good a way to pass the time as anything else. With that bein’ said, let’s get goin’ love. I’ll drive.”

Halting in place, you briefly furrow your brows at the thought that the girl’s words introduce, then promptly set it aside as you follow your newfound wife, first to Macca’s then to only god knows where.

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