Kay-Larra 2 : The Taking of Brian Warner

"He was good Vi.....very good, and Im going to deliver my litter soon." Jennafrea told her best friend as

she watched her lover play his bass on the back porch. He looked different now, wearing jeans and a

tshirt. Jenna watched him, his pouty lips and chocolate brown eyes still evident on him. He shifted

with the cold and went inside, a secret smile on his face. He was at peace in his new band, and although

it took from him his beautiful dresses and exciting rock star name, Jenna still relished having a litter

of his young growing in him.

"He looks so peaceful. Not enough of a challenge for me." Vienna, a black version of her kay-larra best

friend. Her blue eyes and black fur shivered in the twilight. Her white face and muzzle, framed by her

fur. She shook out her blue black hair, and crossed hr arms, stripes of black and white running down

her arms and legs.

"What of his former best friend?" Jenna asked.

"Brian, was that his name?"

"No, he goes by Marilyn.....Manson."


Kay-Larra - The taking of Brian Warner

Vienna watched him fumble with a midi-board. He licked his black lips and she watched. You are

mine, you just dont know it yet. You are nervous, gtting up to get another glass of that green liquid

you love so much. I hate the smell, and I dont want you drunk tonight. Sighing, I watch you dress. You

put on your black shirt, a black tie, and your long black coat. You vest is striped. You put on fingerless

gloves. Your hair looks perfect combed smooth on either side. You put on makup, alot of it, and your

signature blue contact. I love it, the decadent way you look. Smoothing out your black lipstick, you

leave the house, your thigh high boots clicking ever so slightly, and you smile. Only I know the

insecurity youve been feeling. Youre afraid. I can smell your fear. You dont know if you can do this on

your own. As the car pulls up to take you to the club, I slide in the other side, and you panic.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? HELP....please...." You scream, before anger sets in, and you advance on me, "Get

out, what are you, dammit, where is Tiny?" You shriek. I smack you with the end of my tail, and you

shut up.

"Oh DO shut up." I growl, and stick my claws into your crotch. You shiver in fear and look at me,

begging me, "Please...dont....not that....."

"I wouldnt. I need that. Now keep your big mouth shut for once." I order, and wrap my tail around

you, using the end my tail to cover your lips, smearing your lipstick. You squeak at the damage to

your carefully applied makeup, and I laugh at you, "Oh, did I mess up your makeup job?"

Back at my liar, I release you, and you stand, straightening your clothes, and licking your lips, your

one hazel eye blaring with firey hate.

"Who are you and what the FUCK do you want?" You scream in that haughty gravelly growl I love.

"I am a kay-larra. We have been round for millions of years. Im in heat human, and youre going to

provide the seed." I state matter of factly.

You laugh, and pull at your gloves. Youre nervous, but you try so hard to hide it. You straighten your

clothes and take in the sight of my body. I preen for you, though Im not sure quite why. You lick you

lips, a bad habit, and I watch your mismatched eyes travel over my body. I shake my white boobs

slightly, and circle you. Letting you feel my soft fur and you actually reach out two fingers to touchm

my hair. I lick my muzzle and we stare at each other. Hazel and cloudy blue meeting red.

"Where are your men?" You ask, trying to draw out the inevitable.

"They are all gone.War, famine, disease, overpopulation by humans. All thats left is us, and so we

have decided to take members of the male human race to have clean litters."

"Im a bad choice. I drink too much and use too many drugs.....please...dont do this...I dont want

children." Youre almost in tears. You really dont. But I have no choice, and deep down, you know you

dont either. When I light the fire with my very thoughts, a part of you that was full of fire is all of a

sudden banked.

"Please...let me go. I wont tell anyone, but please, no children." You squeak, back against the wall by

me.

"They wont be yours, theyll be mine." You look for a moment sadder than Ive ever seen you before. I

advance upon you, and you back away. You cover yourself, and Marilyn Manson dissappeared. Before

me stands a defenseless and sightly defiant Brian. You push yourself further into the wall. My tail dips

into my pussy, and brings the liquid under your nose. You eyes blink, as though youve been drinking

that awful liquid or snorting that white powder up your nose. You moan, and I bring my tail to your

crotch. Moaing, you hurridly try and cover yourself, as your erection dovelops. You close your eyes

and make sound of anger as you become hard. I open your tailored pants and out you spring. You

make a face and blink your eyes. You beg as I cover you in my juices.

"PLEASE....Please...dont do this...you cant do this!" You growl, but you know now that you have no

choice.

"Strip!" I command, and you give a look of almost shame. You havent enjoyed you own nakedness in

years. You take off your clothes, and there you are, pale skin, a latticework of self inflicted scars on

your chest. You blush as you are caught wearing thigh highs, and I laugh, oh how you love your lace

and garters under your sophisticated clothes.

"Why did you feel the need to do that?"

"I was expressing myself. At.....the....time...." You start to trail off, and you pale, skinny body shivers. I

approach you, and shove you down. Your eyes widening, you shove back.

"Dont touch me!" You shriek, your erection bobbing.

"Oh show me that fire Brian." I roll you on your stomach, and you push back against my considerable

strength, and you scream as you realize you have no control.

"Fuck you, you freak!" You hiss, and that gutteral growl turns me on, you squirm under me, your lips

coming out to moisten your black lips. You feel my tail wrap around your cock and pull, pre-cum

bubbling out. You start in shock and fight harder, knowing the time is coming fast. I place the end of

my tail at your nose, and you struggle with yourself now.

"Oh god no....no....NO!" I flip you over, and cover your mouth with mine, running my claws over your

tattoos, and your legs and ass. You actually blush.

"But you love to show em off in concert so much" I taunt, and you give my a firey look, "Yeah, for my

fans only."

"Mmmmm......such a nice body....concert used and ready for rough sex," I lick your hip, and you

moan despite yourself. Your eyes flaring, you grab me, wrench my legs open, and scream at me.

"Fine....you want it, you can have it." You lick your black lips, and wrapping your arms around my

waist, drive in your hard penis, starting to rut at me, my tight sheath surrounding you. falling ontop of

me, i can hear your broken cries.

"Fuucckk....oh god...soft....tight.....Im not gonna...last....." You pant, and I take my claws, putting

them threateningly in your ass, and you know if you attempt to pull out, Ill scratch you deeply.

You fuck harder, you eyes blazing, and your hands all over my body, feeling the soft fur and long

hair. I lick your neck. Bite into it. Youre covered in sweat, ruthlessly pounding me. I arch under you,

meeting your blazing eyes.

"Give up your seed Brian. " I whisper, and you huff.

"Marilyn.....call me Marilyn...." You insist, and you pound harder, holding my tits and running black

fngernails over my tummy.

"Give it up Marilyn!!" I order, and you bite my nipple, showing me that you have power. You push in,

my tightness swallowing your purple erection, and you glare at me, your words huffs against my

mouth.

"I cant...stop...fuck you....fuck you....oh god.....fucking fuck...fucking fuck fuck fuck....oh

shit...n....no...I CANT....have....please. I dont want......dont make me.....do..THIIIIISSSS!!!" You start to

cum, and you cry as you throw your head back, tense, and pound your seed into me, exploding as

pleasure slams you, batters you, and your attempt to pull out is blocked. Your seed floods me, and you

shake as your body releases, your head coming down to nuzzle my neck. "Oh lord, Vienna, what have I

done?!" You panic.

"Sleep human, you have done well"

Collapsing next to me, you hang your head, your growl is apparent. But you close your eyes, both

colors fading as you fall into a deep sleep. When you wake, the fire is gone, and you find a lock of my

hair in a purple ribbon.

"God no......" You whisper, feeling suddenly empty as you dress and make your way back to your

house, drinking an entire bottle of absinthe to forget. As you dream over the next year, you are

reminded of my soft body and scared to death of the consequenes of our union.


One year later

You are filming a music video as I approach, and youre in full on glamour. I come up behind you

and whisper, "Im sorry.....but you were impossible to resist. " Turning around in the outside field, you

find me standing there with another one of us, with orange hair, and four black haired, hazel eyed

kittens. You hang your head and then look at me.

"Ill never see you...or them...again...will I?" You ask.

" No, but worry not, human, you will never be forgotten be me, or them. Now go, your human mate is

waiting."

You turn and go, but before you join Dita, you look at us with a mixture of anger and regret. We will

never be far from yours either. A part of you almost wishes you could stay with us. A part of you pines

for the children you were forced to have.

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"You were right Jenna, he was fabulous." Vienna told her friend, and as they watched thier litters

play together, they put thier heads together,

"You know, Hatfrea has yet to find her human mate...." She said.

"Well, they DO have a drummer." Jenna laughed, rolling over and licking her paws.

Somewhere, Ginger Fish shuddered.