Razer's Edge - Chapter One -
Razors Edge
Chapter One
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr
15thSeptember 2017,
All Rights Reserved.
Sela was patient, she had stalked the young human for days, moving stealth-fully as only a Vixen can, flickering like a wraith from tree to tree, her black tipped ears flicking and brush of a tail swishing, a cruel, predatory look curling her dewlaps as a sliver of saliva drooled from her exposed gums, as she smiled wider. He had no idea he was being hunted - instead of the hunter - and this is what made this dangerous game, all the more arousing for Sela as she placed a black gloved paw on a tree, then she slipped around it, the sharp long claws gouging at the soft wood as she narrowed her gaze, licking her lips in anticipation of ending this hunt..
Sela smirked, her sharp canines glistening in the light of the full moon whose dappled rays shone down through the canopy, as she flexed her fingers - sharp claws glistening and paws quivering, as she relished the thought of sinking them into the shoulders of her prey - then the orgasmic pleasure of driving him to the loamy soil, hearing his screams of fear - oh, that sweet, intoxicating scent - before she would grip the side of his head, pushing it aside and then plunge her narrow muzzle down, sharp teeth biting and shearing through flesh and gristle, the spurt of rich, coppery blood...
*
Sela shrieked, as a heavy book was slammed down onto her desk, startling her out of a fantasy, as her ears flattened and she yelped in fright, the other students in the class laughing at her, as her black gloved paws flinched and scattered her books to the floor, before she swallowed and nervously looked up at the Elk Professor who towered over her lithe form.
"Sela, how _wonderful_of you to join us..." Snorted the professor, his dark eyes narrowing behind pale lids, as he looked down intimidatingly at her, as Sela whimpered and bent over, scrabbling to pick up her scattered books off the floor
"Does my discourse on Human Mythology bore you?" He asked, as he turned and walked back towards the front of the classroom, then turned and crossed his arms, leaning back against the table. "Who was Freya?"
Sela bit her lower lip, mind scrambling, before she answered, more out of nervousness and fear - but thankfully her answer was correct, a she blushed and put her books back on her table.
"Interesting, it seems you may have been paying attention after all..." Spoke the Elk, as he snorted through his nostrils and turned back to the chalkboard and began writing.
"Lucky guess - " Come the soft whisper of an equine sitting behind her. "You're going to slip up one day..."
Sela shivered, knowing she was failing her classes, as her instincts had begun to grow within her, the compulsion - almost an insatiable urge - was coming, as the full moon approached. Every month, Sela would take to the woods, alone, to embrace her heritage and hunt, to feel the adrenaline of her people, to smell the scents of the prey and to savour in the sweet victory of the hunt in a primal and feral way - but such had it been for millennia with her people.
Oh, sure, she remembered their oral history, passed down by the elders of their kind - how once - they had hunted and slaughtered humans, feasting on them - men, women and children - how the human's had grown fearful, then angry, and eventually, a cabal was formed to prey on their kind...they become the hunted...and Sela still suffered terrible nightmares from the stories she was told as a kit - of what humans had done in revenge for centuries of her kind's depredation...
Once again, Sela snapped back to wakefulness, as she heard the students filing out of the lecture hall, then she chastised herself and quickly rose before the Professor called out to her and she stopped, hanging her head and feeling ashamed and guilty, knowing he was going to give her one of his lectures again.
"Sela - a word - " He called over the noise of the departing students.
Her brush swept the floor nervously, as she flicked her ears, then turned about, her head downcast and eyes looking through long eyelashes. As the professor walked closer, his cloven hooves clicking against the hard wooden floor, Sela couldn't help but smell his strong,m masculine scent - and under that - she felt her stomach gurgle and salivary glands start producing excess saliva, before she swallowed and clasped her books close to her chest, squeezing her eyes closed and shivering - he mistook it for fear, but it was actually her fighting the urges within her, as his scent inflamed the already sensitive instincts.
As he drew nearer, her eyes no longer seen her professor - they seen his furred throat, the feel of that fur against her jaws, the tickle of it against her tongue and the pleasure of driving her sharp canines through that fur to the succulent flesh and blood that lurked beneath...
"Sela, are you alright?" He asked her, as he gently lay a paw on her shoulder, his hooflets clicking lightly against her collar bone. "Are you unwell?"
"A..." Sela swallowed the muzzle full of saliva, then she shivered helplessly and with a supreme force of will, calmed herself. "I think I'm coming down with something, sir - "
"Sela, I've been watching you these past two weeks - your grades are slipping across your lecturers, you're - distracted, forgetful and seem - disinterested at best, your attention wavers and often you don't respond at all when asked a direct question. Is there anything wrong? You know the staff will try to help - maybe a session or two with the counsellor? Are things okay at home - is another student pressuring you?"
"No...Sir - " Sela whispered, as she swallowed again and shuddered. "I'm - just overtired sir, too many hours spent studying, trying to remember everything I learned that day and - you must remember how it was, back when you were a student yourself?"
With a concerned look down his muzzle, he then smiled and nodded. "I do, it was a trying time, back in my youth, but I survived, and I'm sure you will too - now - the offer is there young lady, go see Miss Kendra if you're feeling overwhelmed, I know it's hard, so much to study learn and remember, but I believe in you, now, go get something to eat, yes, I can hear your stomach growling..."
With a blush, Sela nodded and hugged her books to her chest,before she turned and ran out of the hall, her long thick brush swaying as she ran on her black booted feet. Little did the professor know - but he had come dangerously close to a tragic end - it had only been Sela's self-control that had prevented her true nature from taking her...and ending him...
*
Sela sat alone in the cafeteria, taking large bites out of the hamburger she held in one paw, whilst gazing at the textbook she had propped up before her. Her concentration was broken, when a large shadow loomed over her shoulder, then a grey furred paw snapped the book shut and slammed it on the table, startling her. Sela's sensitive smell knew who it was, even before she turned her head to look at the football jock - a six foot ten walking mountain of wolf, who sneered at the Vixen in contempt.
"Whatcha studying?" He growled, then sneered, his dewlap curling in disgust. "Oh, wait, who said you Vulpine's had anything between your ears? All you're kind is good for is being a living flesh light..."
To his left, a Raccoon giggled and to his right, a Brown bear smirked, as they were the bullies sycophantic followers.
"Hey!" Sela squealed, as she snatched at the book the wolf held up over his head.
"Filthy slutty little Vixen...you're just begging for it, aintcha?" Snickered the Wolf, as he slammed the book down on her left paw, making Sela shriek, and other heads turned, but no-one dared come to her aid as she pulled her paw out and clutched it to her chest, tears running down her cheeks. "Yeah, I'd bend you over, take you like the slut you are, knot and all...make you cry _real_good..."
Sela sobbed and trembled, internally her feral nature flared like a white hot flame, and it took all her self control not to snap and show him what a frightened, hurting Therian could do...but her self control won out and she bit her lower lip until she tasted blood and sniffled.
"Please...just leave me be - I've never done anything - " Sela sobbed, heartbroken and afraid, her ears flattening.
"Oh, I've heard the stories, you Vulpine s, you're all sex sluts...multiple partners, often at once, nothing but walking bags of cum, its amazing your noses don't drip constantly..."
Sela flinched, making them laugh, before the Wolf took what was left of her hamburger, then acted like he was going to eat it, before he dropped it on the floor and stamped on it, grinding it into a mush.
"Lick it up, like you would your betters cum little Vixen, you know you want too - you can't help yourself..." Smirked the Wolf, before he snorted at her and strode off, his lackeys in tow.
Sela looked at what was left of her lunch, before she burst into tears and fled the cafeteria, laughter and cruel jibes following in her wake....
*
That night, Sela left the library at 11pm, tugging her coat around her shoulders as she felt the light drizzle falling and she glanced up, before a shudder ran through her body as she saw how close the moon was to its fullness. Instead of taking the longer path back to her solitary dormitory, she decided to cut across the quad and through the narrow pathways between the halls, as it'd get her back to her room quicker and out of this drizzling rain.
Her paw holding a folder over her head to ward off the light rain, Sela sniffled and began trotting, her foot-paws squelching against the wet concrete then she moaned as she felt the grassy quad and the water oozed up between her toe pads. Hurrying her steps, she slipped beneath the overhanging elm tree's branches - then she gasped as her nostrils caught a scent, seconds before a large paw gripped her by the scruff of her neck and another gripped her muzzle tightly, silencing her cries.
Her books scattered onto the wet grass, as she was forcibly marched about a dozen paces, then slammed up against a dark, wet concrete wall,the air crushed from her lungs by the impact.
"Mmmmph!" Sela gasped, as she felt the paw that tightened on her neck, pinning her, the other one sliding down her blouse and gripping the hem of her skirt, before tearing it away and throwing it to the ground, revealing her plain grey coloured panties she wore.
"I'm so going to make you scream little Vixen..." Come the thick, guttural grunt of the Wolf who had interrupted her lunch.
Already, Sela could smell his rising lust, and he ground his hips against her rump, and she felt the firm sheath, which made her struggle more violently.
"Yes, good little slut...you want it bad, right up under that brush...all the way, then you'll beg me to knot you..."
Sela struggled, but she gasped as his fingers squeezed down on her shoulder blade and applied cruel pressure.
"I could snap this like an eggshell...so I suggest you be a good little whore...and obey me - "
"Please...don't - " Sela wept, as she began crying quietly.
He growled lustfully, then tore her panties down to her ankles, then gripped her brush and cruelly pulled it up, making Sela squeal breathlessly as she felt he was going to tear it off, before he growled and bit her neck, as he gripped her by the hips and began to thrust his swelling sheath against her sphincter.
"You shut that muzzle, you little whore..." He hissed, as Sela moaned and squirmed, her sharp claws scraping at the wet cement, the tears trickling down her cheeks.
"You...don't understand..." Sela sobbed, then she began gasping as he sank his blunt claws into her hips and drove half his length into her tight puckered tail hole and threw his head back, as he prepared to bury himself inside her, then tie her.
"Fuck, you feel so hot..." He growled, then bit at her shoulder, drawing blood as he humped harder, sliding himself deeper.
"Please...." Sela whined, her eyes widening and her body shaking. "You don't understand...."
As he pushed forwards, Sela's self control snapped and the therian she was - rushed forwards and took control like a hurricane. With frightening strength, it pressed against the wall then pushed back, knocking the wolf away and forcibly dismounting him, as he crashed onto his back and his head hit the wet cement with a loud crack. Stunned, he lay there and moaned, shaking his head and whimpering - before his eyes widened in genuine fear - for the first time in his life -
He tried to scream, but the Therian leapt onto him, strong paws gripping his shoulders and sharp claws burying into the tight muscles, as its dewlaps pulled back in a predatory snarl of pure hunger and blood-lust. It smelt the fear, saw the blood that glistened darkly on the wolf's shoulders, and as he drew breath, the therian snarled and snapped its head sideways - the last thing the would be rapist saw - was the sharp canines glistening as the head snapped down and there was a sickening crunch as the Therian bit deep, severing the jugular and carotid artery. Blood spurted and the Therian sucked it like it was guzzling fine wine, the white cheeks and lower muzzle turning crimson, as it felt the death throes of the dying wolf beneath it - then the hot, sticky spatter of his semen as he involuntarily ejaculated in his death throes, the semen spattering the Therian's brush and hips...the scent of that only fuelled its hunger more - before it began feasting - as it'd never feasted before...
To Be Continued...