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This story was written for J as part of my Patreon Request Days for February. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, one anthro and one feral. :)

Prey

Xander cried out in terror as the shadow fell over him once more, the kangaroo leaping to one side just in time to avoid the sharp talons which raked across the spot where his body had stood mere moments before. He stumbled as he dodged the gryphon's latest attack though, and thus was slower to set off once again as he sprinted across the open meadow towards the forest's edge. Already he had dropped his bags. His weapon. Everything that might encumber his escape. After all, what good would a shortsword be against a flying target? Against claws, talons and a beak that sharp?! He was defenceless, and all he could do was run, and hope to make it beyond the treeline.

Twice more he came under attack before he reached the forest's edge, the kangaroo howling in pain as on the final stretch he felt a clawed hindlimb sweep forward and drag itself through his leather armour, cutting it to ribbons and just barely making contact with the sensitive flesh below. Somehow though he stayed on his feet through that attack, and mere moments later was stumbling over roots and past tree after tree, bolting not just under cover of the forest, but deep into it as the gryphon's piercing shrieks of rage echoed forth from behind him.

At some point, countless breathless minutes of running later, he tripped on a wiry bush that caught one foot in its clutched, and fell face-first into the leaf-strewn dirt. There he lay. Gasping. Shuddering in terror, in residual pain from the claw-strike he had taken from the leonine paw of the gryphon. Slowly though, he composed himself. He caught his breath, regained some small portion of his senses, and dragged himself up into a sitting position.

"A-ah... dammit..."

He winced as he pulled his foot free from the bush. It hurt. He touched his fingertips to the sides of his ankle and groaned loudly. It wasn't broken, but it was certainly sprained. He looked around. Seeking shelter. Seeking any sign of life, a path he could perhaps hobble down to a woodcutter's camp, an alchemist's herb garden. Anything that would mean he didn't have to risk stumbling all the way back through the forest and risking emerging back out into that same meadow to recover his bag, his sword, all his rations and other supplies before even giving his ankle a chance to heal.

Slowly, carefully, Xander rose to his feet and began to make his way towards a nearby tree. He scoured the ground for fallen branches as he moved, something to use as a crutch or walking stick, to keep the pressure off his injured leg. Every time a twig or leaf rustled and cracked beneath his feet, he winced as though expecting the sound of a gryphon's angry cries to follow, and a sharp beak to plunge its way through the canopy above. But the forest remained still and quiet, almost eerily so in fact as he continued his search.

After perhaps thirty minutes of scouring the floor, the kangaroo found a stick he could easily repurpose as a cane. Another hour later and he'd found a large tree with roots that acted as a kind of shelter, big enough and free from at least any meaningful amount of bugs to give him a place to rest that night. Already the green-tinged sun through the canopy was beginning to fade in intensity, so he knew he didn't have too long to wait. Thus, he began to search for the necessary kindling for a campfire, and once there was a sizeable pile of twigs and larger sticks gathered, he returned to a nearby bush where there was at least a handful of edible berries. A veritable feast, or so he joked to himself with a chuckle as he gulped them down in just two mouthfuls.

Evening came and went, and night stole over the forest, filling it with unfamiliar sounds. The kangaroo rested in his makeshift camp, occasionally wincing as movement aggravated the cut upon his back, but mostly comfortable in the warmth of the crackling fire.

It was only when the fire was burning low, and the male's eyes were growing heavy where he lay in his little root-formed hovel, he heard a more loud and purposeful cracking of wood. The sound of footsteps moving through the woodland floor towards him. He refrained from swearing under his breath, and clutched at his stick rather feebly as he dragged himself out of the hole under the tree. He prayed it was others seeking shelter in the woodland. Not bandits. Not murderers. And certainly not...

The stick fell from his hand, and Xander dropped to his knees with a whimper of horror as the source of the noise stepped into his little campsite.

A gryphon.

A fully grown gryphon with eyes that glowed a vibrant amber in the dying firelight, a dazzlingly beautiful tawny feathered head, a pale yellow beak that was curved at the tip, and the sandy back end of a vast and powerful lion.

This wasn't the same gryphon he had run from. That one had possessed white feathers upon its head. But, that didn't really matter. It was still a gryphon. Still a perfect killing machine. And here he was, injured, less mobile, and with a stick for a weapon.

Xander closed his eyes. He shed a few tears as he waited for the killing blow to come, feeling, hearing the gryphon drawing closer. So close in fact he could smell its scent, and feel the warm rush of its breath against his face.

He cried out in shock, expecting searing pain but instead finding himself simply shoved backwards by the gryphon's beak pressing into his chest. He tumbled over onto his ass, and just sat there, eyes open now and staring in confusion as the proud, beautiful, terrifying creature stood before him.

It opened its beak, leaning closer to him, and chirped softly. It pressed its beak against his chest again, and rubbed up and down, like a cat asking for attention from its owner.

And then, as Xander sat and stared, the gryphon turned around on the spot, spread its wings... her wings wide open, and leaned forward, pressing her neck and forelimbs to the ground while her tail rose up high, revealing the reason for her affection... and indeed why Xander had likely come under attack for even daring to walk in the vicinity of this forest.

"Oh god..."

Her pussy was glistening. Soaking wet and swollen to obvious visibility. There were streams of liquids running down the backs of the gryphon's thighs, and even as she turned her head to look back at her own hind-quarters and the kangaroo seated before them, she gave a plaintive, clucking cry of desire.

She was in heat. And by the looks of things, how she was hiding away here, she was very much seeking to avoid that heat being taken advantage of by the male that had attacked Xander.

"Oh, you poor thing. But... I'm not a gryphon. I'm just a person. I... I don't think I can help you. I'm sorry."

Xander spoke and shook his head, but the gryphon just kept staring at him, clucking and waving her hips from side to side with obvious impatience. Her pussy clenched, visibly convulsing before Xander's eyes, and a swift gush of liquids came dribbling out, dripping down to the leaf strewn ground between the gryphon and the kangaroo. She let loose a deep, keening cry, and took a shuffling step backwards. Towards the bipedal male where he was seated, and very nearly pushing her crotch directly into his face before he could draw back.

"Hey. Whoa. N-no. This can't happen. I can't..."

He started to rise to his feet, to back away more purposefully, but the gryphon wheeled around and screeched loudly in his face. Again Xander dropped to his knees in abject terror as hot spittle flew out and hit him across the cheeks and muzzle, and then watched as the savage rage left the beast's eyes, only to be replaced by hunger, by pleading desperation as she swung around and presented him with her rear end once more.

Shaking his head in dismay, Xander looked at her pussy. He raised a hand, then lowered it again. This was ridiculous. What the hell did he think he was about to do? Finger a gryphon? Fist her?!

She cried out again, and from somewhere high above, a familiar screeching answered. Xander winced and ducked instinctively, and the female too seemed to hunker down, chirping in anxious frustration. The kangaroo sighed.

"Fuck. You really don't want to have to be with him, do you. And yet... you come to me, and offer yourself up when you could just have yourself a nice kangaroo steak buffet."

Again he raised his hand, and looked at it, then at the gryphon's hind-quarters. It looked like it would fit. He closed his furred fingers into a fist, and with his other hand, carefully, slowly reached out towards the female monster's backside. He touched her ever so gently, half expecting to find his hand a bleeding, oozing stump mere seconds later, but instead felt her shudder beneath his touch. She pushed back against his outstretched fingers, and gave an almost gentle, cooing chirp of delight.

"Okay, girl. Okay. If... if it'll save you from that fucker out there, and... I dunno, maybe make him go away if he thinks he's missed his chance? Okay. Fuck it. What the hell do I have to lose... other than, y'know, my life."

His fist opened out once more, and the kangaroo drew in a deep, steadying breath as he reached out with his fingers and gently pressed them between the folds of the gryphon's nether regions. The reaction was instant, and quite honestly rather exciting in its violence. The female creature's wings flared and fluttered. She tossed back her head, letting loose a keening shriek, and as her forelimbs drummed and scratched at the leafy ground, a torrent of thick, sticky juices gushed forth not just over Xander's outstretched arm, but with force enough to hit him in the chest and splash all over his torso.

The kangaroo didn't pull away though. Indeed he moved his other hand in too, and began to explore the female's anatomy to ensure he was dealing with something even remotely familiar. He knew the basics of mammalian versus avian physiology, and thus was at least pleasantly surprised to see not just one hole, but a central vaginal opening and a smaller, less obvious hole just beneath it no doubt reserved for urination like in most female mammals. Below that though... at the very lowest point of the gryphon's intimate anatomy, there lay something else that the kangaroo knew to be familiar. He chuckled softly to himself, and blushed as the gryphon looked back over her shoulder, squawking and wiggling her hips expectantly.

"You want some relief, huh? Well... how does this feel, girl?"

He placed the fingers of his left hand between the folds of her pussy, spreading them apart at that low point to reveal as much of the gryphon's clitoris as he could. It was still small relative to her overall anatomy, but compared to any he had seen it was huge, the size of a large and rounded pebble. He moved his right hand closer, and closer still, until finally there was nothing else to do but reach out and not just touch it... but begin to squeeze and stroke it.

Again the gryphon began to scream, to call out in obvious and potent ecstasy as she thrashed her wings, tossed her head and pawed feverishly at the ground. This time however it wasn't just one cry, it was over and over again as Xander kept on going, massaging the powerful creature's vast clitoris and feeling wave after wave of shuddering pleasure surge through her, not to mention pouring out over his now dripping wet hands. He found himself grinning the more he pleasured her, and the more she reacted to his pleasure with such obvious and frantic delight. Indeed before too long he was almost relishing the idea of putting his whole fist to work inside her, and might well have done so had what happened next been delayed by just a short while longer.

Once more, suddenly and without warning just after another gush of juices had soaked the front of the kangaroo's shirt, britches and his damaged leather armour, the gryphon span around upon the spot and snapped at Xander with her sharp beak. She called out, and began to jab her face against his chest. Or rather, against his stomach, nudging lower and lower even as Xander tried to keep her beak as far away from his admittedly now swollen, aroused crotch as possible. It was only when she finally overcame his feeble attempts at defense however, and rubbed her beak against his bulging britches until a moan of undeniable pleasure escaped the kangaroo, that the gryphon stopped once more.

She blinked at Xander. He stared back at her, dumbfounded but obviously understanding what she was wordlessly asking.

"But..."

He blushed, looking at this huge creature and then down at the lump in his crotch.

"I'm... I'm not exactly gryphon sized."

She chirped. Snorted. Turned around, and presented her hind-quarters to the kangaroo once again. Bashfully he tried to reach out with a dripping wet hand once more, but she stepped forward and away from his touch, squawking loudly and clicking her beak together in frustration. Xander chuckled weakly.

"R-really? You... you really do want that or nothing, huh?"

He rose to his feet. This time she made no attempt to stop him. He began to fumble with his britches, with the rope tie that held them up, and she chirped happily, her back legs bouncing and pawing eagerly at the ground.

"Oh god. This is really happening."

He pulled his cock free. It wasn't huge even by normal standards, never mind those of a gryphon. Yet as she set eyes upon it, the female let loose such a gleeful, desperately happy cry that Xander couldn't help but feel a little more confident.

He stepped forward. He placed his hands upon the gryphon's hips.

She shrieked. He cried out, his voice dwarfed by her shrill, echoing avian screeches. And in the depths of the forest, while a very frustrated, very angry male gryphon circled and listened high overhead, the female and the kangaroo began to fuck. His failed conquest and his escaped prey filled the forest with the sounds of their breeding, and did not cease doing so until every last trace of the female gryphon's heat stricken scent was gone from the air.

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By the time the dawn of the following day broke, the forest was quiet. The skies were quiet too. Devoid of giant four limbed predators, safe once more as the male gryphon flew off elsewhere in search of more receptive mates. But despite the quiet, despite the peace that now filled the forest and its surrounding meadows, no kangaroo emerged that day. Or the next, or the next in search of his supplies and his weapon.

Xander remained by his little camp, seemingly content not to go anywhere quite yet. After all, he still had to let his leg heal up. And more importantly, he had company to keep entertained. Company that brought him wild game... rabbits, even whole deer for him to cook upon his camp-fire while she ate the rest raw. And company who, though her heat may have been over, still had certain demands to make of her newfound mate.

He knew he couldn't stay there forever. That a kangaroo and a gryphon weren't exactly a match made in heaven. But the more days that passed, the more Xander ceased to tell himself the excuse that he was too afraid to try and leave. That he was worried if he was no longer seen as a mate to the gryphon, he might be again seen as her prey.

As his leg grew stronger once more, and he took to the skies with his beautiful mate as she hunted clutching tightly to her back, he came to realise that there was something deeply fulfilling about being here with the gryphon. Not just the fact that day and night, at the drop of a hat she begged him in her own way to make love to her. To give her pleasure, not simple biological satisfaction. But... a fulfilment that was far more emotional than the male would have believed possible, given the fact that he and the gryphon could not even talk to one another.

If there was one part of kangaroo that was still prey... still in danger because of the gryphon's presence, it was his heart. And as time went by, and he fell deeper and deeper in love with this wild beast as she seemed to do the same with him, he knew that his heart had not only been hunted... but caught, and devoured.

He was hers now. Not her property. Not her prey. Simply... hers.

And he couldn't think of a time when he'd ever been happier.

By Jeeves

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