Meet the Anthros - Predator and Prey
Meet the Anthros - Predator and Prey
Fair warning, this story is not a happy story, and involves rape. Is if you're expecting something like the earlier stories, this isn't it.
Note: my girlfriend thought the first version of this story wasn't "rapey" enough. So blame her if it's too dark for your tastes.
Story:
So here I am again. Same club, same people, same issues. I'll never fit here. It's shiny, it's pretty, and I'm, well, not. The only reason I ever go here is it's the only place in town that will serve me a drink. I've been of age for over a year, but no one even remotely believes me. Not that I blame them. I'm built like a freshman. A high school freshman. Hell, the only reason I can drink at the Re-Bar is I've known the bartender, Tony, most of my life. Kinda hard to tell a guy that he's underage when he's been in the same class with you for the past ten years.
The crowd tonight was the usual. Men that would consider themselves Adonises if they had bothered to ever read Greek mythology, and women who fancied themselves their Aphrodites. All sleek and sheen, they move around in their mating rituals that I can never take part in. On the rare times I am noticed, it's always with a mix of confusion and concern, as if my presence could cause their favorite watering hole to lose whatever trendy coolness they so desperately crave.
But that's when I saw Her. Tall, sleek, and in a simple black dress that told a story all its own. But that wasn't what stood out the most. She was, it appeared, to be a cheetah. I'd seen the occasional anthro around the university when I went, but I'd never interacted with one, nor had I been this close to one. She was taller than me by a foot easily, and I had trouble deciding if I was staring because she was an anthro, or because she was the most beautiful woman in the place. For this brief moment in time I fancied her my own personal Sekhmet, a goddess in a room of plebeians.
And that's when she noticed me back. In my embarrassment, I immediately hid myself in my drink, downing the remainder in a single gulp. When I dared put it back down, she was mercifully gone, her piercing gaze burned into my mind's eye.
"I didn't realize this club served younglings."
I jerked in anger, in part from being interrupted from my reverie, and in part from having to defend myself yet again. "I'm not underage, I'm-" My words died in my throat as I turned around to see the warrior goddess smirking down at me. "Ask Tony, the bartender, he can vouch for me..." I managed to mumble, before turning shamefacedly back to the bar.
Tony didn't even bother to turn around to respond, "Oh yeah, dude's good. I've known him since middle school, and he's always looked like a twerpy kid. He's just lucky his voice actually dropped, or there'd be no helping him."
As I glared at Tony's back, a hand tipped in manicured and fearsome claws came to rest on my shoulder. "You are quick to judge, little one." Her voice purred in my ear, "It is the way of things to hunt the weak. Leave with me. You have inflamed my appetites, and are my prey."
And so I was. I could no more resist her pull than a sandcastle can resist the tide. I dumbly followed her out to her convertible (a Jaguar, it figures) at her behest. The car ride was a blur both literally and figuratively. Her hand shared equal time between the gear shift and my leg. Barely a word was spoken the whole ride. I couldn't trust myself to speak without sounding like a blubbering idiot, and she was quite satisfied with giving me knowing looks and gentle purrs.
Who knows how long it was when we finally arrived at her place. I just knew that I had a raging erection that would have impressed Priapus from her playful hand, and really wanted to use it (for once). Her place was a nice two-story house on a lot of land. Good to know that I could be as loud as I wanted without disturbing the neighbors.
Not two steps inside, she kissed me deeply, and we made out right there in the foyer. Her powerful tongue dominated my mouth, tasting me as much as kissing me. "Strip down and sit on the couch," She ordered. Silently rejoicing in my epically good luck, I stumbled over my shedding clothes to the couch and took a seat. As I waited for her, sensual music started playing over the stereo system. The rhythmic drums make me think of a hot night on the savanna. Impressive, as the closest I've ever been was the Discovery Channel.
I'm captivated as she prowls around the side of the couch. Her dance shows off every lithe line on her body, and there's not piece of her that isn't defined by lean, strong muscle. As she slowly strips off that little black dress, I don't dare touch myself, for fear of finishing before we've even started. Agonizingly slowly, the black dress reveals its secrets. Her breasts are the first. Glorious and pert, they fit her slender frame far better than the ridiculous balloons so many women insist on inflicting upon themselves. As the dress continued it's downward decent, she turned around to reveal an ass that had run more miles than I would run in my life. It was so perfectly round, I reached out just to feel. In retaliation, she tickled my nose with her tail and said "if you're that impatient, perhaps you would like to remove my panties." She bent over a bit to make it easier for me, as I trepidatously pulled down the last piece of fabric standing between me and her. I held my breath in anticipation as she slowly turned around and showed me her huge throbbing cock.
Wait, what? That wasn't part of the deal! That thing was thicker than any penis had a right to be, and a length that do a porn star proud. I sat there, frozen, staring at that thing that was staring right back at me. Slow realization and panic mutually rose in me as I grew to understand that I wasn't in control of this situation at all. About this time, she leaned her face close to mine, grinned viciously and growled, "Flee, Prey."
Whatever rational thought I had shattered at that moment, and escape became my only goal. I dove past her toward the door, only to see it was dead-bolted with a key. As I hunted for the key on the table next to the door, I looked back to see her slowly and confidently advancing, with that thing acting as some sort of vulgar heat-seeking missile. Giving up on the door, I ran to the living room, and to the room beyond, only to find the same situation. Sealed windows and locked doors met me at every turn. Shit shit shit shit! I don't know what her ultimate intent is, but I don't think I'm getting out of here without at least a broken pelvis if I don't find an exit soon! As I burst through another door, I nearly run into a stove. The kitchen! There should at least be a steak knife around here. That would be better than nothing. I tear open the drawers, desperately looking for anything I could use in self-defense.
I hear steps behind me and spin around, only to find her mere inches from me. "Oh, were you going to cook me dinner too?" She smirks, while taking the unfortunate spatula I was wielding out of my hand. Goddammit, nothing is going my way tonight! This is bullshit! "Oh, I love a man that's not afraid to be domestic." She reached out as if to hug me. She still is treating this like a game! What the hell gives her the right?!
"Get the hell away from me, you freak!" I push her with all my anger and frustration, and to my surprise, she tumbles over. Suddenly unsure of what to do yet, I watch her stand back up. The color drains from my face as I realize I have fucked up. Her demeanor has completely changed. No more of that playful smugness was left, just cold anger. "I was going to make this fun for you, too. Too late for that now." Whatever sense of fair play was gone from the night. My changes of coming out of this unscathed were worse than Frosty at a fire eater's convention. I had to get out of here, now!
My chances were obviously nil on the first floor, but I remembered a staircase leading up! I couldn't possibly be any worse there than here, so I made a break for it, and dashed out the kitchen. I hear her determined footsteps coming after me. Still not running, but nothing like the playful paws I now suddenly desperately wished I heard. Somewhere in the more rational part of my head, I realized she had intended to herd me upstairs anyway. However, some chance is better than no chance, which is what I had down here. As I cleared the steps, I ran into the first open door and slammed it behind me.
Fuck! This door wasn't a random room, she'd left the door to her bedroom open! You idiot, you put yourself right where she wanted you to begin with, and now she's almost up the stairs! Without time to search the room, I dive under the bed, in a last ditch effort to hide from my erstwhile goddess. From my vantage, I see her feet enter the room, and hear the latch as she locks my last hopes behind her bedroom door. "Prey, I'm ready to forgive and forget. Why don't you come out so we can play?" Her lighthearted banter was back, but there was steel in her voice that pinned me in place, under the bed.
The eventuality of my fate refused to sink in, even as her feet came closer, and a hand snaked under the bed to reveal me from my hiding spot. "There you are, Prey! I think it's time to get started. I want you to worship my cock. Make sure you do a good job, we'll need it nice and lubed." Her hand on the back of my head inexorably pulls me closer to that behemoth between her legs. I push against her legs with all my might, but she easily overpowers my feeble resistance. As I kneel eye to "eye" with it, I tell her with the last of my defiance "If you put that in my mouth, I'll bite the hell out of it."
"Oh, you can try," she retorts, and shoves the beast into my unwilling mouth. It's so big, I can't even try. My jaw is stretched to the point of agony, and all I can do is gag against the monstrous meat filling my mouth and entering my throat. I start choking as she forces it down further, and cuts off my air. "My goodness you feel so good! Keep moving like that and you'll make me cum in no time. I can see my penis in your throat! I'm really stretching you tight there, aren't I? I bet I could even stroke myself off if I rubbed your throat!"
'I can't breathe! Please take this out of my mouth and let me get some air!' I try to say, but really all that comes out is "MMMMMMMMMHH!" As she starts stroking her own cock through my throat with her hand, I can her her purring loudly, and she starts thrusting into my mouth all the way to the hilt. "Oooooh, oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum straight into your stomach!" Things start going grey as she starts convulsing against my throat, filling my belly with her semen. Her grip is so hard against the back of my head, I can feel her claws digging in, and a warm trickle of blood down the back of my neck. Is this how I'm going to die? Choked to death on a cheetah woman's dick? It's a concept so absurd to me, I hardly notice when she finishes until the seemingly endless pull-out of her still-large cock.
"Ooh, isn't that cute! You have a little belly now! You're my little pregnant Prey." Sure enough, she's pumped me so full my stomach is noticeably distended. I'm nauseous, and gasping for air, but I'm honestly deathly afraid of what she'd do if I threw it up now. This terrible creature is going to use me as her fuck toy until she 'breaks' me, and there's not a thing I can do about it! Sobs start racking my beaten frame as tears come unbidden to my eyes. What the hell did I do to deserve such an insane fate? Fucked to death by a creature most people don't even believe exists? The thought makes me cry even harder, as I finally accept my twisted fate.
"Aww, poor Prey. And to think, you could have had a good time, too. Oh well, but now it's time for the main event! Show me that little ass of yours, I'm all lubed and ready." As she pushes me onto my back, I try and tell her I need a break at least, and I really want her not to do this, but all I can manage is a pitiful whimper, "Nonononononono..."
"Oh Prey, you know just what to say to get me in the mood. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're really looking forward to this." I look at her with shocked incredulity, but all I get back is a cruel smirk. "Oh my, you're so tight, I can barely fit it in! You're going to make me pop quickly, I can already tell."
I feel like I'm being torn in half as she enters my previously unsullied anus, and start a low keening cry in response. "Don't whine so much, you're luck. If I were a male, you would have bled to death by now. Those penis barbs can be pretty nasty." Any rebuttal about me not sleeping with guys is lost as she finishes her first push, and my world is filled with stars and pain.
"Goodness, my little pregnant Prey is so full, I can see myself in him! Look Prey, my cock wants to say hi." I numbly look down, and as she continues thrusting into me, I can see by belly being pushed up. I can even catch the outline of her cock itself, she's so tight in me. God knows what that's doing to me internally, if I'm lucky, I'll make it to a hospital...
"Oh, you're just too cute this way, I can't possibly hold back any more! I feel a big one coming on..." She starts pushing more vigorously into me, and my entire body is on fire with a pain centering around the piston destroying everything it touches. "OooohhhHHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOOD! I can't stop cumming! You feel so good, I could fuck your ass forever!" I wordlessly cry out as I see my abdomen swelling to accept the seed of my rapist. Eventually she collapses on me, finally spent.
My last thought is "Funny, for a cheetah, she wasn't all that fast..."