Shirou's outlet

Shirou has been busy protecting beastmen for centuries, keeping himself primed and proper for the security of his people.
When was the last time he cut loose? Decades? Centuries?
What would make him just say "fuck it" and forcibly breed someone right there?

>Her tight shorts
>High cut "top"
>Loose jacket
>Her form fitting baseball uniform
>Her energetic nature
>Her youth
>Her soft fur
>Her tiny, cute fangs
>Her peppy, adorable voice
>And that goddamn hug
>It's her fault she's being pinned down
>It's been too long anyway
>It's okay, she can take a beating
>It's ok, she's legal
>It's ok, she'll get over it

>Recently found out that Michiru has a regenerative ability like Shirou, but slower
>His feral side takes this subconsciously
>Rapes are brutal
>Internal trauma is disregarded by him
>Deep clawing and biting is disturbingly common
>He constantly growls "human fuck" and many other cruel things as her bones snap
>She takes the abuse because she knows he needs an outlet, but the internal effects are still there
>At least Shiro is more friendly and outgoing

>But one incident showed the ugliest side
>Previous sessions were usually repressed, animalistic rage, but that certain session was the product of a fresh wound caused by her
>No amount of body spray could cover up the... abnormalities of Michiru's scent, especially to Shirou even in his human form
>His demeanor was a sudden drop from his new "older brother" personality to one of calm anger
>Of course, the calmness was lost in a sharp turn as soon as he transformed and dragged her into an alley by digging his claws into one of her ears before tossing her 100 pound body into the corner of a metal dumpster
>In many of their romps, there was always an unspoken rule, never hurt the head too much. The brain is fragile despite any healing powers
>Ogami was clearly and willfully violating that as he bashed her head against the lid of the dumpster, leaving a dent on it that got deeper with each bash

>With one more throw onto the dumpster, she was given the chance to collapse onto the floor and realize what was happening
>That realization cumulated into a desperate, angry, and feral "What the FUCK?"
>Kagemori never swore, not even in her violent romps with the wolf
>Even with her skull open, something in her was taken aback by her outburst
>But in her shock and rage, there was an underlying fear thanks to the wolf standing there stone faced.

>Using his left hand for support against the wall, Shirou continued bashing Michiru
>Each hit, his grip tightened
>Between gasps, sobs, and shrieks were sickening, definite cracks of the vertebrae within the Tanuki's neck and back before the much more prominent cracks of ribs
>A few sparkles manifested at her tail, in a pathetic attempt at growing her tail to cushion the blows before simmering away

>Michiru's grip on his arm loosened, and her arms dropped to her sides
>The abuse paused, and Shirou's muzzle began sniffing at the bloodied, caved in head and neck
>Michiru was definitely alive and conscious, with unblinking eyes with small tiny pupils
>"You're killing me."

>She was dropped onto the ground with an open hand
>"Kagemori, you're wearing cheap, generic, sports body spray. That's obvious. Behind that is your natural scent. Easy. Deeper, there's there's a peach scented perfume. Under that, is a distinct scent."
>Blood running from exposed skull and ripped flesh, Michiru looked up slowly and meekly
>"Stop fucking Nazuna. You're going to outlive her, anyway. Might as well take care of the heartbreak now than later."
>The Tanuki's head fell down again, shallow breaths becoming slightly deeper.
>"So we're stuck together. Get used to it. Our healing barely makes us age. You'll outlive your children. Accept it now."
>Her breathing sped up, just a little. As if it was trying to muster up the energy to express it's pain.
>"And you're not strong enough to hold your own. You belong to me until you get strong enough."