The Long Course
The Long Course
By Ziegenbock
We run. It's what we're born to do.
And ever since I was just a young leveret, it's been my speciality. I live for the thrill of speed. The spring of turf beneath my paws. The wind rushing through my fur. The gorgeous surge of adrenaline through my lithe, muscular body. 'Live hard, live fast'; that's my motto.
And how soon it comes true.
We had no idea where she came from. But faster than I can sprint through a cross-country race, my whole life changed. And in case you're wondering, that's pretty fast.
One moment, everything was peaceful. A cool early-evening breeze danced over the lush sage meadow to the place where I stood with my dear Hanna. Oh, Hanna. I've never seen such a fine hare in all my life. Savagely tender, with beautiful chestnut fur and vivid amber eyes, yet at the same time recklessly powerful, and wild. Such speed, such strength, such stamina...
Soon we arrived beside a stream. Relieved after our journey, we lay beside each other, panting softly, sweat clinging to our fur. For a while we lay still, before Hanna moved over to my side, resting her head on my chest, sighing. I turned to her, my gaze meeting those deep intense amber eyes, gazing longingly back at mine. I was awash with comfort, excitement, enticement...
She bolted. Then she stands. Frozen. Ears perked, alert. Eyes nervously scanning the horizon. Her tender paws trembling in fear. She's felt something, but what?
Then I feel it. Waves of chill coursing through my body. Every muscle in my body tense. I look left, right, across the meadow, over the stream, straight into the lynx's eyes.
Silence. Neither of us can move. We simply stare transfixed at the prowling mass of muscle of muscle and claw before us.
Hanna keeps whispering, something like, 'Not like this, oh please not like this...'
A paw edges closer. We stand still. Bluffing. Our best bet. We know better than to run: to turn would be forfeit.
But we couldn't stay still either. The lynx approaches, calm, calculating, commanding. Time was running out and fast. Options raced through my mind. What could we do? What could we do?
We were losing vital seconds. Slowly, I edge in front of Hanna, for whom this ordeal is taking its toll, as she sobbed, trembling violently, continually breathing her last rites.
I turn to Hanna, whispering one word.
'Run.'
She runs. Faster than ever in her life.
Suddenly, the snarling beast springs into life, leaping into the air. This has to work.
Come on, one shot, one shot...
Footpaw connects with chin. Yes! With a satisfying crack, the beast flies back, nose cracked and streaked with blood. All the opportunity I need.
I run. She follows. The chase begins.
The world's a blur. Colours, sounds, scents rush past, muscles pound and ripple, breath rapid, heartbeat soaring. Yes it's frightening, but fear only adds to the excitement. This is me, in my element, living on pure adrenaline.
On we run. One wild animal behind me, another before, without a clue what lies ahead. There! Just in sight. A thicket. Our chance to escape. The lynx is closing in fast, but she'll never catch me. And Hanna's almost there. We're going to make it, we're going to make it...
Ah, my foot! I roll headfirst, landing in a heap. Slowly, I unfurl myself, blinking and gazing dimly. Sharp pain throbs in my foot. I look down.
My paw! Oh no, my paw! And after I scored that wonderful blow with it earlier. Now look at it lying there, mangled, bloodied, useless.
The lynx closes in, faster and faster, snarling victoriously, and...
'Is this it then? Is this my lesson? For a life of wildness? 'Live hard, live fast'. Should I have been more careful, more cautious? Could I have done something with my life? It's too late to repent now. It's all gone. My life, my home, my Hanna.
Hanna...'
"Hanna, no!"
A flash of beige before my eyes, before an almighty force knocks me aside and I fall, landing in some undergrowth. Slowly, I look up to see the lynx, crazed and wounded, turning on Hanna, who even with a massive gouge in her side and her skull cracked, still stares back coolly, utterly focused. But she never stands a chance. The lynx simply plucks her up, easily overcoming her desperate thrashing, before sinking her teeth deep into Hanna's neck.
A cry, and then another, rings around the forest like a bell. Hanna's breath becomes weaker as those jaws crush the life out of her, blood gushing from the gaping wound in her throat. She squeals, she twitches, and then, she moves no more.
I can't speak. I can't move. I simply lay in the undergrowth, fur soaked with blood and fresh vomit. She could have escaped easily. And now I'll never see her again. Never get to feel those tender paws or that dusky fur, never hear her soothing voice nor lose myself in her gorgeous scent. And we'll never start a family either. Because she's gone. Just, just... gone.
The lynx wastes no time in prising apart her carcass. Savagely, she tears off a strip of warm flesh, swallowing it ravenously.
I'll make her pay. Oh, how I'll make her pay for what she did to my Hanna. I can do it. She's staggering around, still disorientated from that blow. And that scent... she's in heat as well! Oh, you'd better believe I'll make her pay.
She never hears me through the orgy of blood and hare entrails. I simply sneak up, no longer caring.
A howl of pain. The lynx keels over, my good paw slammed hard into her ribs.
Smiling, I take away my foot away. She clutches her chest, gasping for breath, while I move around to her rear, lifting her tail to expose that wet, dripping sex. Straightaway, I lean in to sniff at her, before giving her a long, sensuous lick. Oh, that's good! My cock swells quickly; I give it a few rapid strokes, gasping as several shots of precum spurt powerfully into my paw.
The lynx moans weakly, clawing at the ground, trying to escape. Hah. You're not going anywhere.
I leap onto her, grasping her fur before thrusting my cock wildly, searching for that red-hot tunnel. Nothing else matters now. I want her. I need her. You took my Hanna. Now I'm going to take you.
Oh!! Oh, oh... God! That's incredible! My whole body convulses as my engorged shaft pounds into the lynx's burning sex. Immediately I start rolling my muscular hips, building up a furious pace before very quickly beginning to hump frantically, bucking wildly and fiercely, breeding like rabbits on steroids. My massive balls churn, heavy with semen, semen I spent days building up for my mating with Hanna. Now I just want to screw this cat, give her every last drop of it.
Oh, the ecstasy! My groans grow louder and louder as I pound the lynx relentlessly, slamming in my cock lightning quick, my whole body jerking, contorting, convulsing as the lynx begins to tense and shudder and pant before suddenly screeching, screeching wretchedly as she clamps me hard with that glorious cunt, rippling all over my bone-hard length, clamp after clamp driving me lustier than ever, hammering into the yowling beast right up to the hilt with every muscle in me tensing and tensing, the last of my control slipping away before I suddenly jerk, shuddering uncontrollably, a hot spurt firing from my cock, until finally all inhibition gives way and I scream up to the heavens at the mercy of my ferocious orgasm, endorphins and adrenaline saturating my body, holding, holding before I relax with a huge sigh and at last that gorgeous cock bursts forth with my warm, spunky fluid, slamming in at my quickest yet like the filthy rabbit I am, massive shots of gorgeous hare cum firing out with every thrust, huge furry balls draining steadily, breath startled and ragged as I buck, buck, buck, floods of thin and copious semen soon slowing and thickening and even bursting past my huge engorgement to coat my chest fur and smother the lynx's hind legs. My revenge is complete. This is me, in all my filthy leporine glory.
Gradually, the world drifts back into focus. Lynx fur rubs and bristles against my face, making me snort and twitch. I drag my head away, reminding myself where I am. I'm still gasping in deep satisfaction, and every so often my entire body jerks, sending surges of deep pleasure right through me. Licking strands of saliva from my muzzle, I reach down to feel the lynx's rear. Our fur is absolutely soaked in rich, sticky rabbit semen. Grinning with pleasure, I slowly slide off her back, my cock pulling free from that blazing snatch with a delicious slurp. For a while I stand clutching her waist, nose raised and twitching, savouring the gorgeous, intoxicating scent of feline heat blended with hare cum. Then, for a final insult, I crouch at her rear before leaning in, lapping up all those thick fluids, tongue rasping over matted fur and that burning sex, the lynx groaning and growling at this one last rape.
And there I leave her. This wretched cat, who killed my Hanna, reduced to a howling wreck; weak, pained and defeated. Without a second glance, I turn, taking a few soft steps on my injured paw, that dull throbbing thankfully starting to subside.
One moment, and then... Away.
Legs pounding the earth in furious rhythm, perfectly honed muscles taut and pumping, the whole world being left behind as I gallop into the night. This is me. Born to run.