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Predator & Prey

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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A sapient feral mini story

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"Ready for the prey to become the predator?"

Oak grinned, the young stag in adulthood, but still without his first doe under him. That made sense, even though Oak had an impressive rack of antlers, often laden with moss and other fineries from the rich forest, but he had chosen another partner, not a doe. For the beast of the moor had wandered into the forest a long time ago, a black panther with sleek, gleaming fur and a profile that was often kept low to the ground.

Beside the forest pool, water glinting lightly in the dappled sunlight, the feline was far from fearsome, however, on his back on a small bank so that his position was a little above the usual ground level, splayed out under the big stag. Rivon stirred and twisted back and forth in a fashion that was distinctly feline, though he stayed perfectly in place, moaning, purring, batting surprisingly long eyelashes at his partner.

"Oh, I think you are well-versed in that, dear," the panther groaned, though the ripple of a purr was always there, pressing up from behind his words. "Mmm... And you're sure you don't want your predator subject to serve you, my liege?"

The stag shuddered, moaning. Damn it, the panther always knew how to get to him! But that was not entirely a bad thing, not at all, not as he pressed forward over the panther, grinding his longer, slenderer cock up against the cat's sheath. Rivon shuddered and gasped, his own shaft pressing out eagerly, though it was most certainly not him that was going to be doing the penetrating that night.

No... He didn't need to, not as he submitted to the stag, his forepaws tucked up near his chest, tail swishing languidly back and forth. His breath might have quickened, but he was right where he wanted to be as he moaned, the deer's hind legs buckling a little so that he could get down to his level. It helped that Rivon was up on the small bank, something that they had learned over time helped matters, his tail hole relaxing and loosening in anticipation.

"My little kitten..." The stag grinned, Oak looming over him, his rack of antlers suddenly looking more dominating and powerful than ever. "You look so sweet... But you'll be even more so when you're yowling on my cock!"

With that, Oak didn't hold back for a single moment more, spearing into his partner with a single, driving thrust. It spoke testament to their time together that he didn't have to poke and prod to find entrance, merely sinking into sweet, tight heat as he licked his lips and bellowed throatily. The big pouch of his throat filled and trembled, thicker and rougher with fur, what allowed him to truly send out his calls to other deer across the forest and beyond.

But he had his beast under him and he was not about to let such a treat go to waste as his partner contorted and twisted in dappled sunshine, his tail curling back up against the stag's leg. Oak groaned, a deep, guttural sound that rose from the back of his throat, though he knew just how to keep his strokes level and easy, his forelegs bowing on either side of the cat to bring their muzzles close together.

They shared breath, every stroke driving deep, for neither feral was in the nature of holding back. No, it was all about building their love in the delight of carnal lust, binding both together, desire curling through. Their pants, their moans, the tightening of one body around the other... It all came together beautifully in the most important of moments, the panther trying to arch up in a very feline manner as his cock spilt pre-cum onto his own black fur.

"Oh... Yes... Fuck me, Oak - make me yours!"

The lines might have been cheesy, but, honestly, who said that they ever had to come up with something unique in the heat of the moment? No, it was all for them, always for them, words for one another's ears alone. Rivon trembled as his anal ring clenched around the deer's cock, for it was a good size even though it was a spear of a length and not fatter around like his. He didn't even know if he could have taken a bigger cock than that, but as long as Rivon there he knew that he could take anything the stag threw at him.

Breaths heaved together, winding into one another, desire throbbing, pulsing, building, the tightness in their loins blistering through. The stag's nuts ached for more, to spend a load, but there would be many more to come between two virile males, his nuts swinging back and forth with every grind of his hindquarters.

They could not have timed it better if they had actively tried, quite honestly, need rising to a steaming high at just the right moment. In that moment, they were one being, the stag bellowing as the feline yowled, hammering into him even as Rivon lifted his hips to get even more of the stag's dick right up where it belonged. It slammed deep and Oak held it there, dipping his nose to touch the big cat's, breathing in his essence as they revelled in the moment.

It was right, so perfectly so, from the throb of the stag's cock to the light barbs standing up on Rivon's shaft, a pleasure to behold at the right times. The feline's tail stilled, pressed to the stag's leg, wanting more, though Oak would be there to give him everything he needed soon enough. Passion was not to be held back, even between predator and prey.

After all, Oak thought with a grin and a cheeky lick to the black panther's nose. He was so very often the one on top that the roles really had been reversed for a good time by then.

The best of times. And neither was ready to be done with mating for the day yet either...