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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

This story was both requested and inspired by a stripey friend ;3

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It was the same shit every night, the last car was the least crowded so the construction crew piled in and sat down to relax on the train between New York and New Jersey. Their current job had kept them working on this site for the last month and a bit, causing them to take the same train home every day due to working overtime thanks to a tight schedule for completion.

Unfortunately, their trip home happened to coincide with another of the train's denizens, a rather snooty looking Tigress. Her formal looking black skirt, black coat and white blouse on top of expensive looking heels screamed lawyer, which was probably why she always seemed to look down her nose at the grubby looking construction workers with an air of superiority. With all the other carriages full by the time she boarded; she had no option but to be forced to mingle with these common folk.

Every night was the same thing, Jack and his crew would let off some steam as they laughed and joked, doing their best to ignore the haughty look on the felines face. Or worse, the snarky comments she made whenever one of them spoke about trying to improve themselves or even just about their families, she thought they couldn't hear her when she mocked them. But the pack of mongrels had excellent hearing and unfortunately for the young tigress, excellent noses as well.

As soon as the tigress entered the carriage and the doors closed that fateful night, all five mongrel snouts began to twitch and turn slowly to look at her. Jack and his men shared knowing looks, grinning as they caught whiff of the felines heat in full bloom. They noticed how twitchy she was too, it almost looked like she hadn't gotten taken care of since it started either.

"Doing alright there, miss?" Jack asked as politely as he could.

"Fuck off, mutt!" She hissed at him, clutching her purse tighter to herself defensively.

"Awfully hot in here, don't you think?" Mike said off-handedly to one of the other guys, earning a little snigger from his crew.

The way she refused to look back at them but went visibly rigid instantly was a clear indicator she knew what they were insinuating. They were damned mutts, of course they could smell it on her! If only her husband wasn't out of town right now...

"We can help you with that, if you'd like?" Terrence the broad-shouldered Pitbull offered in all sincerity. His sleeveless white top stained with cement and paint alike, along with his well-worn demins that framed his hefty package almost scandalously.

"I said fuck off; I wouldn't fuck you lot if you were the last men on earth, even if I wasn't married!" Madres snarled back over her shoulder while flipping the men the bird.

"You're married? What poor sap would be dumb enough to fall into that trap?" John laughed, quickly being joined in by the other guys.

"He's a surgeon, I'll have you know. Not that any of you lowlifes would understand what a gentleman is anyway" the tigress continued to growl, refusing to look back as they continued to joke and tease her about her soft handed husband. While he might not be tall and muscular like them, he was still a good, kind and gentle man whom treated her well.

As the train began to enter the North River Tunnels, the lights suddenly went out as the train slowed to a complete stop in near pitch-black darkness. A moment later the sickly-looking red emergency lights came on followed by the announcement over the PA system, "Sorry folks, looks like there's a power outage. Just sit tight and I'm sure it'll be on again in no time so we can get you home to your loved ones..."

Madres wouldn't hear the announcement though, no sooner had the lights gone off would she find hands all over her and pulling her from her seat. After weeks of verbal abuse, the mutts had had enough of her smart mouth and were seeking revenge. Her heat cycle seemed like the perfect time for it, especially when it lined up with them being stuck in a tunnel for who knew how long. Being in the last car meant no one would be coming to check on them anytime soon as well, if they even bothered to at all.

The feline growled and struggled against their grasp as her handbag was ripped away, tossed somewhere under a seat, leaving her Taser and pepper-spray out of reach. Strong hands began tugging at her clothing, popping buttons on her blouse before her bra was roughly tugged up to expose her breasts.

"Nice tits kitty, wonder how they taste" Jack, the large mastiff growled as he roughly squeezed at her breasts with his large rough hands. He leaned in to nip firmly at a nipple before beginning to suckle at her sweet flesh, his broad soft tongue swirling about the quickly perking pink bud. "Bitch tastes like strawberries..." he growled out a moment later while locking eyes with her.

Behind her something thick and hard was grinding against her behind, she could only guess it was the portly Rottweiler she'd seen earlier as he panted into her ear. His strong unyielding hands gripped painfully at her wrists, forcing them up and through one of the hanging loop handles before gripping at the top of it to keep her locked in place and freeing his other hand to explore her form below. The Rottweiler's thick fingers groping at the felines plush backside with a firm squeeze of appreciation.

"Stop...my husband..." Madres began to beg in panic as she watched John, an older looking German Shepherd, reach up under her skirt to hook his fingers into her panties and tug them down about her ankles. His thick calloused fingers reaching back up beneath her skirt a moment later as he cupped her mound and began to rub at her, causing the tigress to hiss in discomfort, her hips squirming and trying to avoid his touch as her delicate folds were teased by his grubby fingers.

"Your husband isn't here, cunt. Neither will you be tomorrow if you don't play nice" Hugo snarled, flashing his box cutter at her to get his point across. When he saw her wide eyes stare in horror at the blade before finally nodding in understanding, the Malinois pet her cheek mockingly. "Good kitty."

Madres winced again as thick rough fingers began probing between her thighs, soon joined by even more under her tail. She tried to ignore all the mutts' comments about how soft she was outside and inside as they probed her openings crudely, stretching her more than her husband ever did she hated to admit. She wasn't sure if it was her heat or some sick and twisted part of her mind, but there was something starting to grow in her as the fingers between her thighs and under her tail began to pump in counter motion to one another. It seemed the mutts picked up on it too as they watched her with lecherous grins, working their thick fingers in and out of her at a constant pace, forcing her toward her inevitable end mercilessly.

"No, no no no...." The tigress whined as she felt herself begin to climax in unwanted pleasure. What kind of fucked up person was she if she came from having strange men grope and molest her on a public train? Her knees going weak for a moment as she shuddered through her climax, being held aloft by only the loop about her wrists overhead, painfully.

"Hot damn, she really is a slut under that fancy suit. I knew it!" John laughed as he withdrew his fingers from her slick cunt, making a show of licking his fingers clean before her.

"Please, just let me go..." Madres whined pitifully as she still twitched and jerked a little, her long striped tail curling and twitching behind her as the Rottweiler continued to pump his thick digits in and out of her behind unabated.

"Sure, once we're done teaching you a lesson in manners" The mastiff replied as he stepped before her, grasping behind her left knee and lifting her leg upward to leave her exposed and vulnerable for what came next. His thick red angry looking fleshy spear poised right against her soft little pink pussy, her eyes meeting his with a pleading look, which he promptly ignored and bucked forward into the tigress.

They didn't even take turns; the Tigress feeling two men enter her at the same time. The big Mastiff before her, and she assumed it was still the chunky Rottweiler behind her. She hadn't noticed him remove his fingers from under her tail, but she certainly did feel when they were replaced by another part of the chubby black and tan mutt. Unfortunately, the chubby mutt's cock was also just as thick as he was, stretching her out as he forced inch after inch of his stiffness under her raised and wildly flicking tail, her tail tip trembling and almost convulsing at having something that thick beneath unexpectedly. They weren't gentle lovers by any stretch of the imagination, her pleasure was not even a consideration for these men as they immediately began to rut her hard and fast. Despite this, Madres still felt herself being pushed to another unwanted climax, her eyes screwed shut tightly as she shook her head in vain denial.

As she was sandwiched between the first two men, the remainder were still pawing at her undaunted. Fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples, hooked at the corners of her mouth as they forced her to suckle their grubby digits. One of the bastards even gripped her twitching tail and began to stroke her fur the wrong way, something Madres had never experienced before but had a curious effect on her. Normally such a thing would wrinkle her nose so bad she might dislocate it, but while she was the filling in the tigress and mutt sandwich, it sent sparks of pleasure through her every time the person did it.

Her slender form bounced and rocked between the two large canines, their hot thick lengths working in and out of her, front and back out of synch with each other. As one cock entered, the other withdrew, never giving her a second without something in her. They started to bite at her as well, a typical canine mating bite as the Rottweiler bit down on her scruff, but the mastiff bit down onto her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. That surely would leave a mark which would be hard to explain to her husband later on. They fast, eager and jerky thrusts they were hammering her with now was a clear sign they were nearing their peak, she tried to beg them not to cum in her, but the only sound which escaped her would be a deep lusty groan.

With a growl and a vicious snarl, she fought not to cum again, but it was no use. As soon as she felt that hot seed spatter deep inside her and so close to her womb, her body simply let go. The way her hips ground and rolled against the large Mastiff's own would soon bring the Rottweiler to his own peak as he flooded her back passage with his own deposit a few moments later. His broad hips grinding against her plush striped cheeks as he tried to force his knot under her tail, but thankfully the tigress was still too tight to take it.

Both Jack and Mike huffed and panted, stepping away from the bound tigress as they stuffed themselves back into their jeans as if nothing had happened. With the loop handle no longer being held, the tigress slipped her hands free and began rubbing at her aching and now bruised wrists as she stared at the group of canines still staring hungrily at her. Even though her hands were free, Madres's ordeal was far from over, she was nowhere near free herself. John, the German Shepherd, guided the feline over to one of the passenger seats along the side of the carriage before he seated her down in his lap and right onto his waiting cock. His strong hands gripped about her waist as he sunk her down firmly, all the way to his knot as if he was intent on popping it inside her already.

Madres almost howled at the sudden intrusion, trying to rise off his thick cock, but his grip about her waist was absolute. At most all she could do was squirm and gyrate against the thickness stretching her cunt again. She was tempted to sink her claws into his shoulders as retribution, but something told her that would only entice him to harm her worse back. Instead she sunk her claws into the fake leather of the seat either side of him, glaring down at the smirking face staring back at her.

As if the worry of being tied in public wasn't enough, she felt hot breath at the back of her neck as well. Another black muzzle appeared beside her with that same shit eating grin as before; Hugo pressed himself up against her back and reached around to fondle her exposed tits while he ground his turgid length against her backside. She knew what was coming, but it still didn't make it any easier, as the Malinois found his mark and began to sink his thick and throbbing red rocket up her freshly fucked ass as well. At least the first load of cum provided a little added lubrication this time. Madres quickly found herself being bounced and shifted about between the two mutts as they too took their pleasure from her unwilling body.

Her brow furrowed in concentration as she once more tried in vain to fight off a growing climax as the two mutts fucked her fast and deep, using almost the entire length of their cocks to fuck her with. Again, they kept up the unsynchronized pattern of fucking her, never leaving the tigress without a cock in her. With her tits being roughly groped and pinched, she was not expecting anything else that would add to her losing battle. But then the Malinois currently balls deep under her tail managed to catch the twitching striped length in his jaws. Madres's eyes went wide as the mutt began to almost chew gently on the sensitive tip of her tail, making the tigress squeak in response.

"Power is due to be restored in the next few minutes folks, looks like we'll have you home in time for dinner after all!" the cheery voice called over the PA system.

"Shit, well looks like I can't wait for my turn with that ass. Say aaah kitty, best not bite or you'll need a fucking amazing dentist..." Terrence growled as he climbed up onto the seat beside them. He'd wanted to fuck the tigress's pert stripped ass as well, but it looked like he wouldn't get his shot, at least not this time. His fingers gripped at her short white hair as he tugged her head over to one side, shoving his own throbbing red tapered length into her maw so deep Madres nearly gagged on him.

Madres had no choice; she had a feeling they would follow through on their threats if she didn't do as told. This meant she would be taking three cocks at once for the first time in her life, the three eager canines bucking, grinding and thrusting into her at alternating intervals. As her nethers and behind were roughly fucked, she tried to ignore the discomfort and focus on not being choked by the thick cock in her maw and partway down her throat. She was sure some ladies might enjoy this sort of thing, but she had been raised right, goddamit! She was also a married woman, what would she tell her husband, could she even tell him what happened here? Especially after having two of the most intense climaxes of her life during all of this and with another on the way.

She wouldn't have long to consider it all as soon fresh deposits of hot sticky seed began to flood her pussy and ass once more. She wasn't one for swallowing either, but Terrence wasn't about to give her a choice as he firmly gripped her hair and held her down on his cock. The vicious Pitbull emptied his balls down her throat, smirking down at her looking up at him with pleading eyes to just let her breath at least. Only once all three canines were satisfied with their handiwork, then would they let her slump off and to the side as they tucked themselves back inside their clothing just as power was restored and the train began to move again.

By the time the train was pulling into the Weehawken station, Madres was somewhat composed and relatively put together, only hoping no one would smell all the mutt stench on her now. Only if someone took a very close look would the notice the missing buttons on her blouse, or her missing underwear which had been kept as a trophy. She shivered in the cold night air as she felt the sticky mess leaking from between her thighs and under her tail as she made her way across the platform to try hail a taxi for the final leg of her journey home, all while wondering what her train ride home tomorrow would be like.