Show Me Your Fangs - Chapter Two -
#2 of Show Me Your Fangs
In their society, the herbivores rule - carnivores are pushed into the background and are forced through laws and their centuries of repressed instincts to be subserviant and compliant. What happens when a Carnivore finally reaches breaking point? Just not how his feral ancestors would have...
Show Me Your Fangs
Chapter Two
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
15th March, 2020
All Rights Reserved.
It happened again; that proud, noble Stag and I were alone in the showers - whether by circumstance or fate, I know not which. He had been needling me for weeks, snide, snarky comments amongst his friends when I was within hearing range...all of it.
As a predator, I had to keep my anger and frustration in check - my urge to just strike out consumed me, my feral wolf instincts demanded I put the prey in its place - yet I knew deep down, I could not do such, I would not do such...
Clenching my paws so my sharp claws dug into my wrists, I bit back the urges that burned within me, knowing he was within striking range - that masculine, dominant stag - so full of his self importance and ego to match. He was loved, respected, held in awe and adoration by others...
A glance, its all it took, I could sense that blood pulsing through his artery in his furred neck, the scent of him, the...just looking at him, made me salivate, I couldn't help it. I knew these feelings were wrong I knew...
I found myself slammed against the shower stall wall, his strong paw locked around my throat as his nose was millimetres from my own, his hazel eyes gazing into mine with a look of superiority and contempt.
"Show me your fangs..." he growled at me, forcing his thumb into my muzzle, peeling my lips back.
I couldn't hold myself back, nor at this moment did I wish too...my senses overwhelmed, in the blink of an eye, our roles were reversed, him crushed belly first against the wet tiled wall, my fangs at the juncture of neck and shoulder, pricking the flesh...
What happened next, I don't know how or why it happened - he bleated like the prey he was, my paws gripping his shoulders and in a moment - I done something I'd never done before...
His frightened cries turned to ones of surprise and pleasure, my tail snapping from side to side as I ground myself against him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine...
It was too late, too late and too much - I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried...
His fingers splayed out on the tiled wall, his head titled to the side, those powerful antlers held away from my head, as he panted beneath me, a smile slowly spreading over his face as he grunted and twitched, those sharp cloven hooves clacking against the floor as I bit harder.
"You showed me more than your fangs..." Nathan gurgled, hooflets scratching at the wall as his tail flagged wildly against my belly.
It was wrong...yet it felt so right...
I had no words as I claimed the prey as my feral instincts compelled me...
Just_not_ how they actually expected it of me...
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