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It could see something up ahead. The beast gazed through the bushes to spy what sat under a nearby tree, letting its yellow eyes fall upon what would be its next meal. Slowly and deliberately, it shifted a paw. No rustle of grass was heard even when placing its paw back down on the ground before repeating the motion with another. Closer it came to what it could make out as a feline, and a large one at that. Sleeping. From experience, the beast knew that sleeping prey were an easy meal, knowing this one to be no different. Within a few more soundless steps, the scent from this cat wafted into its nostrils. It was a male, and from the scent of it a strong one. His odor reeked of masculine sweat and testosterone. Another deep inhalation revealed one more aroma wafting from the cat's body: that of semen. It was a familiar scent, the beast realized, from the times when it and the other animals went into heat and mated a female or, for some, another male. Its heartbeat quickened as a heat spread through its body, blood beginning to flow through its veins to pool in its cock which peeked from its large sheath.

The beast was close enough now to have full sight of the cat before it, and the scent became stronger. It's thick member pushed from its sheath steadily with each intake of breath, soon engorged enough to be fully protruding from its previous resting place. It couldn't take it anymore, it wanted to mate. No, it needed it. Male or female, this new prey wouldn't lie in the beast's belly until its own belly was packed with hot cum. Looking around, it noticed that beside the slumbering feline was a one of the flat, shiny sticks that those who walked upon two legs used to attack others. This one had no shine to it, though. Maybe it was different; regardless, it would have to get it away to leave its prey defenseless. Crouching down, it eyed the black cat for another moment, making sure it hadn't stirred from sleep. This bipedal cat had no coverings that its kind often put on their bodies aside from a small strip of hide, pushed to the side. It would be easy to overpower and drive its cock in from behind.

The moment had come. The beast couldn't hold its arousal any longer. With a feral roar, it lunged forward.

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"What the hell?" Leonard jolted upright, instinctively reaching for his sword, which had become second nature after waking outside to any little sound; unfortunately, the beast was quick. One of it's massive paws batted the weapon away before it pinning Leonard's back to the tree, opening its mouth to bite his shoulder.

Reacting quickly, Leonard thrust his hands forward, gripping the bottom and top jaw of whatever this thing was. Because of the darkness, he couldn't get a clear view of it. The fact that this monster wriggled in his grasp didn't make things easier. What he did notice, though, was the set of sharp teeth directly before him and the strength behind this beast.

"Argh!" By taking hold of the monster where he had, his fingers were pressing upon the thing's teeth. Blood dripped from his fingers as their sharpness caused skin to break. This seemed to excite the beast further. It pushed forward with deep growls, Leonard barely able to hold it at bay while his arms shook and buckled. What caused him more concern, though, was the feeling of something hot, wet, and slippery occasionally rub across his leg. "Hell no! I refuse to be food or breeding fodder for anything!"

Leonard forced his arms to the left with as much might as he could bring forth from within himself. The beast's head lurched in that direction before its body toppled over. Seeing the opportunity, Leonard rolled in the opposite direction; however, that proved to be a mistake. Just before the thing got to its feet, Leonard realized that his sword rested in the grass behind the behemoth. Finally, he had a clear view of the thing, though the darkness obscured most of its features. What stood out most of all was its size. At least as large as a Clydesdale with deep red fur covering its body, it looked menacing. Especially when two large teeth protruding from its mouth glimmered in light reflected from it's almost glowing yellow eyes. Its paws, easily the size of Leonard's face or larger, pressed heavily into the ground while sharp, dirty claws cut into the grass. A wolf-like tail extended behind its rear, raised in a battle position. What caught the cat's attention most of all, however, was the inhumanely large cock hanging between its hind legs. That cock was long and blunt, much like a horse's equipment, though shorter and much thicker, with an orange fruit sized knot at its base. If Leonard remembered anything from seeing animals mate, that knot got a lot bigger when it's deep inside of an unfortunate bitch, and the look on its face told him that this monstrosity had chosen him to be the bitch this time around.

"Alright, big guy... from the size of those teeth and claws, you must be what's terrorizing my village," he said, then grinned. "I'm close to the cave, so it only makes sense. Just have to kill you and take you home for a trophy."

The question now, though, was how to lure the thing away from the sword. As soon as Leonard made a move, the beast barked out, growling before bearing fangs. They began to move slowly in an almost circular motion. Maybe, Leonard thought, if he could just keep the monster calm until he could circle around to the sword he would have an advantage. It may fall for it, he surmised, seeing as how precum dripped from its bestial cock regularly.

"Even things like you think with their dick, don't they?" he mused quietly as they continued to circle. His eyes cut over to the sword lying on the ground. He was only six feet from it now. He'd just risk it.

In one quick motion, Leonard darted for the sword, reaching forward; unfortunately, the beast's muscular legs propelled it forward with more force than expected. An outstretched paw caught Leonard's leg, cutting into it with two of its claws.

"ARGH!" he yelled out, fingertips mere inches from the hilt of the blade, bleeding fingers leaving smudges on the dewy grass. The horny canine assailant yanked him backward, ending any hope of grabbing the weapon for now.

A sudden weight on his back told him that the creature was close to getting exactly what it wanted. In a last ditch effort, he swung a balled fist upward toward the monster's left eye. The howl and whine of a mutt pierced the air as Victor grinned, making a lunge to his sword. That self-congratulation died quickly when a searing pain tore through his right shoulder, followed by a yell of agony. The beast had sank its teeth into him to keep his motions limited- what it had been attempting the entire time.

Leonard couldn't move. The pain was unimaginable. Two large teeth deep within his flesh held his clavicle and shoulder blade tightly, effectively rendering his right arm useless aside from the elbow. This wasn't looking good for him... he was right handed in combat.

"UGH!" he grunted in pain when the monster pulled its head back, forcing his torso backwards. He knew what it was doing: trying to take him like a true bitch on hands and knees. Despite this, his left arm reached for the sword before another savage pull accomplished the hellish hound's ambition; Leonard was forced onto all fours just before the massive weight of the beast pressed down upon his back and its forearms wrapped over his sides. "Gods, no! This can't happen to me!"

A wetness pressed against his clenched ass cheeks. The fucker's flared head was thicker than Leonard imagined. It felt as though a fleshy, round lily pad was pressing against his furred cheeks. A sudden comfort washed over him. "There's no way that will fit inside. I've still got a fighting chance here!"

Still reaching for his sword with blood-coated fingers, he felt more comfortable releasing the strain he had placed on his ass, going so far as to take a painful step forward with his knee. The sword was just within grasp when something shifted his hope to fear. The bulbous flare of the beast receded slightly, becoming more pointed as it thrust forward once. Leonard's virgin hole was speared roughly two inches as the strange appendage around the tip of the beast's member folded backward.

"DAMMIT!" wailed the trapped cat. The beast's flare wasn't rigid like the rest of its cock!

The beast pulled away ever so slightly before savagely ramming forward once more. This time, the inevitable happened to the agonized cat: the flexible flare slipped into his stretching anus before springing back to full size... inside of him.

The screech of pain from the panther threatened to wake the dead. Never before had he experienced such pain. Not from battle, not from emotion, but from this horny monster that somehow, beyond all odds, found its way into his most private of places. The scream didn't last long, however, as the beast thrust forward, burying half of his overly thick rod into the struggling panther, knocking his breath away. Leonard had prided himself on having the largest cock in the Panther Tribe. This monster put him to shame in both length and girth. Easily twice the size around as his own, this beast's cock could ravage anything. Leonard couldn't keep his thoughts straight as another brutal lunge forced the beast up to it's bulbous knot with him. He tried to scream, but there wasn't enough air left in his lungs to do anything but grunt as the beast raped him as it pleased. Over and over again the monster battered his abused ass, stretching his hole farther than he ever thought possible while bruising his cheeks with the massive knot that grew with each thrust. Nine inches of hot cock were ripping into him; if that knot forced its way in, there would be a total of twelve massive inches. He couldn't let that happen.

As he grunted out with each thrust, Leonard's mind became hazy from pain. He was sure he was bleeding from a new place now, but his sword was so close. Just a few more inches and he could end this beast's life, as well as his misery.

"Just... have to- NGH!- stay conscious..." he told himself weakly, knowing what had to be done. He took a deep breath- or as deep as he could with this rutting mutt slamming into him- and thrust himself forward, pulling himself as far off of the beast's cock as he could. It slid out painfully, but the flare at the end refused to slip out of his hole; rather, it formed a lock that kept it inside. "Fuck! Of course i-it's not flexible from that direction!"

Nevertheless, Leonard weakly grinned as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of the sword, slipping it halfway out of its scabbard. The beast, displeased with his new bitch attempting to escape, roared out more loudly than ever before, thrusting forward as it pulled Leonard back.

Leonard froze, unable to make a sound. The monster's wet knot had forced itself, in that single motion, halfway into his already stretched hole.

And it was throbbing, getting larger.

"D-don't you fucking da-" he began, unsheathing his sword fully, but it was too late. With a mighty howl, the beast yanked backward, its claws digging into Leonard's sides hard enough to cause small scratches, as its knot implanted itself into him. "NO!"

An immediate rush of white hot fire erupted within the panther. Shocked and his mind in a blur or new feelings, mixing pain and pleasure, Leonard's mouth hung open as his testicles contracted, his own seed spilling onto the grass below as he held his abdomen. He could feel the heat of the mutt's cum within him, filling him to the limit and then some. The cock throbbed and grew thicker within him as it continued to spew hot seed within. With the knot tied into place and that strange flared head preventing anything from escaping, the warrior's toned abs began to swell as his body took every bit of what this monster forced deep inside of him.

As the monster continued to pant, making short and erratic thrusts into Leonard's once virgin ass, the panther breathed heavily, his mind now blank as he processed what was happening. His belly bulged with seed that began to slow to a trickle, while his own substantial cock dripped what cum was left on the tip down into the puddle on the ground.

With gritted teeth, he gripped his sword tightly, bending his torso and, with a mighty yell, thrust the blade into the beast's chest.