The Hunt
A Mouse signs up to take part in a game where hunters and predators chase, collar and capture prey.
They kept the prey and the predators separate upon arrival. The predators were given a full run of the resort. I suspect most retired to their rooms or took to the sauna, taking the time to prepare the games both physically and mentally. Those who came as pretty were held banquet hall that had all but a few tables and chairs removed. There wasn't much food, save for what the vending machines had to offer, but there were plenty of pitchers and glasses of water.
Most of us were already in collars, and none of us were talking to one another. All but a few of us disrobed down to our underpants, as instructed by the event staff. For women taking the tops off was optional, but just about all the girls here were bare-chested. Some of the more confident males stripped down past their underwear, letting their packages swing low.
There were a few predatory species that signed up to be prey. A Lion with a muscle gut and matted fur about his testicles, and a timid looking jaguar woman with thick thighs. There was a Wolf that seemed to pace about the back of the room who appeared to be in the wrong place. The rest of the makeup appeared to be half a dozen rabbits, a horse, a couple of cows, a rat, a ferret, and myself, a simple scrawny gray mouse.
"The hunt begins in five minutes," called out a feline staffer, "Please disrobe to your undergarments. You will not be allowed to leave the building until your clothes are off and your collar is on."
My body froze and my stomach twisted in knots as the room slowly shifted into something that looked like a line. My place in the line was chosen by the people around me. I just went along with it, trying not to be in anyone's way. With my entry fee and the waiver, I had signed my life away for the entire weekend. Once I was out that door there was no turning back.
"I kinda want somebody to mount my head to the wall," a woman behind me said. It sent chills down my spine. I kept playing that sentence back in my head. It should have been easy to write off as hyperbole, just anxious prey eager to be part of the hunt. Yet each time I thought about it I came closer to convincing myself that I could be trapped, shot, killed, devoured, or stuffed like a piece of furniture. Of all the depraved fantasies that I had overheard in the room, many of which I shared, I couldn't understand that one. Yet it was treated so matter of factly and met with positive reception.
I gulped as I exited the building. I might have been afraid of continuing onward, but backing down was a far more terrifying prospect. I shielded my eyes from the sun realizing that a southward run at this time of day would put all of our prey at a disadvantage. The only cover from the sun was the forest, which was some hundred yards from the bottom of the hill where they were lining us up.
We stood at the top of the hill for thirty minutes. We were instructed not to look behind us as the predators came out to see us all for the first time. I couldn't help but twist my head to see if I could make anything out from the corner of my eye. I jerked my head back the moment I saw how many of them were armed with rifles and shotguns. I kept reminding myself "It's only paintball." Doing so didn't help.
The first gun to go off was the one that signaled the prey to start their run down the steep incline. My feet were carrying me down the hill before I had even realized it. I turned my head to see that pear-shaped jaguar taking a tumble beside me. The sounds of guns went off all around me. Laughs and snarls came from the hunters behind me. Large red splats covered white rabbit fur on every side of me. After they were hit they took a dive. After the dive, they were leashed by big, burly beasts. Some didn't even bother with the leash and just started plowing right into them in the grass. I saw the rat from the reception area being pissed on by a Rottweiler, marking his new property.
It all seemed to be moving in slow motion. The wolf managed to make it a few yards in front of me only to be taken down by another wolf, who bypassed me entirely. He wasn't just leashed, but pulled back and dragged by the leash. He grabbed on to the collar to get just enough air. I watched as the experience made his red cock grow from his sheath.
I raised my head back up to see the trees in front of me. Just as soon as I passed the first one I was tackled. Large paws dug into my shoulders. I knew whoever this was had made bruises under my fur. He was a snarling beast and little flecks of saliva hit my cheek as I turned to get a look at the Polar Bear. He was fat and showed off his ivory white teeth. He attached the leash and jerked it up. I gasped as he forced my back to arch upwards. The predators here all had different ways of marking their prey. His was to turn his whites red by biting deep into my shoulder.
I cried out in agony, squirming beneath the fat bear. Underneath my briefs my small cock was getting stiff, bending into the ground the more I squirmed. My heart was pounding and my brain was beckoning me to break free. The more I struggled the more it hurt, and the more inclined he was to hurt me. And the more pain I was in the more aroused I was.
"Fight all you want," he said, "Don't make no difference to me."
He took the weight of his protruding belly off my small frame. My feet kicked back the dirt. He held tight on the leash. With his other hand, he grabbed my underpants. All my struggling did was help him pull them between my ankles. He spread my cheeks wide with one hand, and he pushed the tip of his cock inside of me. The moment it "popped" my body became weak. My legs slipped to either side and my arms fell forward.
He took his time pushing the entire length in. It felt like ten full inches, though I later learned it was between six and seven girthy inches. It spread my sphincter just to the point of tearing. It was one long, slow push and soon his large testicles came into contact with my small ones. Then a release, a long pull back, spreading the hole to accommodate his size.
He slid the length in with ease in the second push. Now that I was pre-stretched I was able to really feel it on my prostate. It felt fantastic, though that was completely incidental to the polar bear. So long as he can use my rectum as a sleeve he was satisfied. His thrusts became faster and faster, and before I knew it I could feel him throb.
My cock was hard and I dripped liberally onto the dirt. The tip was heavy and ready with a piercing sensation that could only be relieved by me stroking it to the point of orgasm. I hadn't even gotten my hand around my small rodent member when the leash was pulled and my ass was slapped.
"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" he asked with an angry, guttural growl.
I tried to say no and apologize, but the leash was pulled so tight I couldn't let anything more than a squeak out. He raised his fat gut and dropped it on my ass and lower back. He released the tension from my throat, and I fell forward again. At that moment shot a load in the dirt. His response was the grab my underwear wipe up my cum and shove the balled up undergarments in my mouth, gagging me.
His belly fat jiggled on top of my ass. He spread my cheeks to make it easier to pull the whole length in and out. My balls hurt like hell being bounced around by his massive testicles. My spent cock flopped wildly. My chest hit the ground and my legs were so limp that his hands and cock were the only things keeping my rump in the air.
Then he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He took the dirt and cum covered rag out of my mouth and threw it to the side. His thick thighs surrounded me, and his musty cock hung over my nose. It was coated with pre and smelled of the two of us. He grabbed the back of my head and forced it up. I stuck out my tongue and let him run it along the shaft, thinking that is what he had in mind. Instead, he grabbed my throat and forced me to open up wide. He shoved it in my throat and I gagged.
"Come on clean my cock," he said, "You're the one who made a mess of it with your filthy asshole."
I had no part in this. I tried to lick and suck and perform my task admirably, but all he was interested in was seeing if he could force it deeper into my throat while he face fucked me violently. Every few moments he let me take a breath but would shove back in before even letting me exhale. My throat was doing all the work. My tongue let me experience all the flavors his sweaty cock and my tight rectum would allow for.
He stopped the thrusting back and forth. He held my head in place. I ran my tongue back and forth along the bottom of the shaft, coaxing out a long stream of semen. He held my muzzle closed while his juice filled my through, cheeks, and dribbled down the side of my lips. I swallowed as much as I could with three gulps, then he pushed my head back. I feel to the ground with a sore body and a hot belly.
He stood over me and gave me a few moments to collect myself. He turned around after I got to my feet and walked at an even place while I slowly limped behind him. I saw the other predators and prey at play all around me. I saw leashes being traded, and hunters arguing over who shot what quarry. They prey were mostly in the same position, bent over, collared, covered in whatever fluids the dominant hunters felt appropriate. Some were treated more delicately than others. As a gripped my bloodied shoulder I was somewhat envious of them.
That feeling didn't last long, however, as I realized that while this wound will heal the scar will stay with me forever. It will be a memento from this weekend that I carried forever. As I get older and my life changes, I may not have the stamina or the mind to participate in these hunts. If I settle down and have a family I might find myself unable to give myself up as readily as I did on this day. That's way, despite all the apprehension I had, I walked out that door.