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Matt still felt his heart thumping, his fingers reaching again and again for the new tattoo at the base of his neck. It was simple, a circular design of two arching lines, a stylized ouroboros with an ID marking inside, a design like a bar code and the unified symbols. Reformer. Autonomous. Stable. It marked him and set him apart. It was required by law to be at an easily visible vital area. It meant that killing him was under no circumstance a criminal offense and that his human rights were no longer non-negotiable…

The passenger opposite him in the small bus compartment had a slightly sour expression as she eyed him with apparent disapproval. The elderly woman had her shopping bags clutched to her as if she was trying to keep them as far away from him as possible. Matt felt his darkly tanned cheeks flush. The air on the bus was quite stifling, hot enough to make his t-shirt cling to him.

He felt a bit embarrassed. It had been among the rules for tonight that he was not to wash with anything but warm water, no artificial scents of any sorts were allowed. He wondered if she was taking offense to his scent or if she just might be the sort of person to disapprove of long haired men - or resent him for taking up the space her shopping bag should have occupied.

Tonight would be his first time, both at The Jungle and for him to be prey…

Well, that was not technically true, there had been the tests, but they had not quite been the same, they had been focused on finding out if his body had taken to the treatments and was now ready to recover from what punishment it, he, might be subjected to.

He remembered the dulled agony as he had helplessly thrashed inside the tank and his body had been dissolved. The memory was a bit fuzzy afterwards when he had woken up, coughing, feeling weak, the firsts breaths aching strangely in his lungs.

He felt goosebumps spreading along his arms as he looked outside, at the burning red evening sky that cast everything in a surreal glow.

His destination was unsurprisingly at the outskirts of the city, though visible from afar with its neon sign and the great glass dome under which thick, luscious foliage stretched into the sky.

The club was still relatively new, having taken over a building that had once been part of a botanical garden, parts of which still stretched out next to the building, repurposed like the huge greenhouse had been.

There hardly was anyone else on the bus as he stumbled out, clutching the small bag he had brought along as he made his way towards the large building, all steel and glass, majestic and dark. The music was barely audible until he was practically at the door. There was no line here, not tonight at least. Anyone who wanted to join had already made sure he would be let in, as had Matt.

Two black panthers, both of them in costume, with decorated loincloths, fur paint, and rather realistic looking spears were standing on both sides of the door. Matt felt a flush as his gaze came to a halt at their sculpted muscles, easily visible under the short fur.

His heart was beating very fast as he hesitantly approached, only to be greeted by a quite nice smile.

“Do you have a reservation?" One of them asked, his nose twitching just a bit as if he had just sniffed the air.

“I, yes." Matt gulped, feeling a drop of sweat running down his cheek. “Matt, Matt Greyson..." He reached for his bag, fumbling for the printed reservation slip. The large cat gave it a quick glance, then looked at the ID he was holding out with shaky fingers.

“Very good, you are all set to go." He showed perfect white fangs as he grinned at him, making the boy feel a nervous shiver running down his spine, his breath quickening as he inhaled the air, able to pick up the musky scent of panther coming from the bouncer.

“I'll assume you want to have us hold on to this." He pointed at the bag Matt was holding. “I'll take you to the checkroom." Matt just nodded, following along, feeling his heart almost skip a beat as he felt the panthers arm brush against his.

The process was simple and apt for the purpose. No key he would have to hold on to. That would be rather pointless given the purpose of all this. But they had a thumb print reader as well as one for his new ID code, the one permanently imprinted on his skin. He was unable to help the shiver as the panther brushed his hair back, standing behind him, radiating heat as the scanner gave a beeping sound.

“You're good. Just go and change and then you can put it all in. You only need to close the door of the locker, but, I can stay till you are done." The big cat gave him a look that had a slightly playful note and Matt nodded, hurrying for the changing room. His t-shirt and jeans as well as the sandals were quick to go. As were his briefs. He stood there, naked, looking in the mirror, taking the brush to comb his long, tousled dark brown hair for a last time, till it fell softly down over his back, stopping just around his shoulder blades. His dark green eyes were wide, his chest heaving a bit as his breath quickened. He was lean but toned, testament to the time he had spent climbing, running, swimming and sometimes at the gym. Matt enjoyed his body. And, hopefully, so would someone else tonight…

The Jungle had one of their Tribal nights. Nothing was allowed that was modern. No electronics, no soaps and scents, no clothing but this…

He took out the simple yellowish brown loincloth, basically just a rag which he tied around his waist, giving it a last look in the mirror, seeing that it, as intended, just hang around his hips to reveal a little of his hairless groin to give a teasing hint of what would be beneath…

His skin shone slightly with perspiration in the soft light of the changing room.

Matt took a last deep breath, stuffing everything else into his bag and stepping out, his heart still fluttering nervously. He caught the eye of the panther, giving him a seemingly amused look as he stepped closer, maybe a bit too close.

“I see you are ready to go. Just go and follow the music, trust me, you won't miss it." He smiled, showing his fangs. “Drinks are included in the fee, so go and knock yourself out, or, well, maybe I should say, let someone else do that for you..."

Matt managed a nervous smile, just barely able to get out a thank you, before putting a bit of distance between him and the large cat. The panther winked at him as he took his spear and strode back to the entrance, while Matt made his way to the atrium of the Jungle, the place where the hunters and their prey would mingle and decide on their game for the night.

Though, as it was the Jungle, it was only all too evident how those games would end, once a group of two or more would have set foot in the large dome – the area within the structure of the greenhouse, sectioned off to provide as many people as possible a chance to hunt and be hunted.

The beat of drums and the melody of strange and archaic sounding instruments together with the deep male singing voice guided him, closer and closer…

The bar area was big, big enough that one might think to be inside a forest here as well. The floor was wood and naked earth, bridges connecting little islands in between which artificial streams were gurgling. Matt could see the band playing on the big stage, their half naked bodies writhing in the dim light of torches and well-disguised electrical lights. There was quite a crowd of people, though given how big the room was, it did not feel unpleasantly crowded as Matt made his way to the bar while furtively eyeing the crowd. His eyes were caught by a group of lithe cheetahs dancing between two huge muscular alligators and a fellow human, a light skinned blond boy who was half on the lap of a big golden leopard, looking up at him with an obviously smitten expression in his eyes.

Matt felt his heart beating quickly with the rhythm of the music as he climbed up the barstool, letting his ass plop down on the seat, a bit more forcefully than he would otherwise have intended. The bar itself, by a certain necessity, was the only part which could not betray some hints of underlying modernity. Though the drinks were mostly served from shells, or mugs made of wood and clay, the ice and the straws - even though the latter were rather good imitations of natural ones - as well as the door to the actual kitchen area were a necessary concession that broke the illusion when one looked for the signs. Matt took a deep breath, taking a moment to absorb the ambiance, the mix of exotic scents blending with musk and sweat, the heat of bodies, the voices, the music, the primal beat – though the boy was yet oblivious of the numerous pairs of eyes that had focused on the fresh piece of meat that had just entered…

It was time. Another night, another performance, another fantasy made real. As befitted a place called The Jungle, the entire club took note when the tiger prowled through it. At least, the did for this tiger, for Skylar. He enjoyed making a splash. Before entering through a private door -a perk of friendship with the owner- he took a moment to visualize his entrance and the effect it would have on the crowd, the same way other athletes visualized a perfect throw, dive, or routine. He held it in mind as he waded through the Jungle, watching the reaction ripple through the crowd.

Other club goers didn't even need to see him to know an alpha male was walking towards them. In the furnishing crowded bar the first sense to catch Skylar's presence directly was generally neither hearing nor vision, but smell. If all the warrior heroes of legend were had trained at the same gym and fucked in the locker room before hitting the showers, that locker room would have smelled like Skylar. Even when clothed and not sweating, Skylar's raw masculine scent tended to affect those around him, particularly those of species with keen noses. If he didn't shower after a workout, any such man spending more than a handful of minutes around him would begin spotting their underwear or even their pants with precum; hence why Skylar never showered at the gym if he was going to ride the city bus home, or to the Jungle, as he had done this evening. Now, with every step his swinging cock and balls acted as thuribles, and standing in the trail of scent he left could cause even spent men to grow achingly hard or their lips to drool at the promised taste of a cock far greater than their own. It was not unnatural for men midway through a fuck session to ended up cumming at his passage.

His feet hit the ground in a slow steady rhythm as he stalked through the club, his claws glinting in the varied lights of The Jungle. Had an appreciative ceramics artist been inspired to model his own work after the sculpted perfection of Skylar's body, any jug modeled after the tiger calves would have held a gallon with ease. Skylar's quadriceps and hamstrings were definitely of the tree trunk variety, in terms of their obvious strength and solidity, if a bit to graceful in their curvature for natural trees, harkening more to an artist's depiction of Yggdrasil. Even their curves however fell short of the perfection that was his ass, at least by Skylar's reckoning. Said ass was on full display, to the futile lusting of other tops, whom Skylar was in the habit of consoling with frottage. As above it was only a leather thong, which was only there to hold up the leaf.

The leaf was a green bit of cloth cut to mimic the leaves of a squash or melon plant. It was purposefully insufficient to cover Skylar's pendulous genitalia. Indeed, the leaf barely hid the base of his cock, and the contrast in color and orientation between the leaf's green and yellow green veins with Skylar's orange, white, and black stripes drew the eyes down to Skylar's crotch. His cock and balls themselves drew the eyes down even further, as well as side to side as they swayed, and they swayed plenty. Even the Mr. Hawthorne, the elephant owner of The Jungle, was outshone by Skylar in the showers of Thrive, the gym they both frequented. Being a gay elephant, he was himself good at classifying large endowments in terms of fruits. The first time they had showered together at Thrive he had thus dubbed Skylar “squash boy", stating that Skylar's nuts were obviously acorn squashes while his cock was a very healthy butternut squash. Indeed, it had been that meeting which lead Skylar to frequenting The Jungle in the first place. They remained on good terms, the tiger joking that even his cock couldn't measure up to Mr. Hawthorne's trunk, and the elephant teasing Skylar on his strut. Skylar didn't mind this at all. Having spent a good deal of time perfecting the strut as to maximize the swaying of his cock and balls while retaining the appearance of effortless feline grace, Skylar was always a bit proud of himself whenever anyone noticed. Of course, Mr. Hawthorne had the advantage of seeing Skylar walk around the gym normally and then immediately begin strutting on his way to the showers, as the strutting had become a habit whenever Skylar was naked. The older male's botanical knowledge had helped Skylar design his costume for tonight. The leaf was, in more specific terms, modeled after the leaf of a muskmelon.

Those eyes capable of rising above the allure of the hypnotic pendulum below the leaf had plenty left to admire. The navel was set like a gem in the marvelously sculpted six pack. Above that sat a chest unequaled in any gym Skylar had gone to. Massive, firm, and with the perfect amount of curvature. His nipples sat like gems upon the areolae, each the size of old silver half dollar coins. While the chest, along with its coins and gems, was the centerpiece, the rest of the torso was near equal in terms of firmness, definition, and proportion, from the lower back to the top of the neck. Upon that neck rested a well formed head. Upon that head lay a face that could have landed a thousand ships by charming the sailors to the shore, at least if they were cock hungry prey-boys. The golden eyes burned brightly in the night and the fearful symmetry of his stripes was at its most artistic upon Skylar's visage. Those eyes noted a human at the bar, new to Skylar and from his body language, new to The Jungle. Having a particular appetite for fresh meat, Skylar made his way to the bar, heralded by his musk.

“Well, hello there man-cub."

Matt had been allowing his eyes to wander, feeling a hazy, bashful heat rise up as he took in the other patrons. He was not the only one at the bar, but everyone else there seemed, like him, to be waiting. Prey types, whether by species or like the lithe and slightly androgynous looking Jaguar by inclination, some of them giving him a nod or a smile, all of them though seeming to be nervous with their eyes furtively wandering over the crowd and many apparently trying to build up courage with something to drink. The barman was a rather jovial looking bear who was only too happy to give Matt a coconut shell filled with a virgin Pina Colada that was nicely cool and white and creamy. Matt smiled back as he took a sip, trying to calm his heartbeat. Here he was, a virgin, well, a virgin when it came to this sort of thing at least, nursing a virgin cocktail while hoping for a proper cock…

The slight giggle he had to suppress made him feel a bit calmer. He slowly drew in the air. God it really did smell musky now. He almost felt a little shameful at how it made his cock stir. The unapologetic heavy scent of raw male that any polite society would frown on and the lewd nature of what was happening here had an undeniable allure, as if he was finally giving in to something he had been denied all his life…

Matt only noticed that the Jaguar had been picked up when he saw him walking next to another Jaguar, a bigger one, muscular and roughly masculine. He felt his heart thump as the pair made their way to where a sign highlighted the entrance to the hunting grounds. They both locked eyes for a last time, before the smaller jaguar was to be whisked away. He looked excited, but also a bit scared and it made Matt shiver, thinking of the lithe feline who would now be chased or stalked in that verdant jungle, hunted like in the old days, ending in a climax of wild, heated sex and a still warm and writhing meal for the larger jaguar.... He took a deep breath, noticing the musky aroma had become even stronger, almost to the point of being a bit too strong, a bit dirty perhaps but also undeniably alluring.

He shifted slightly in his seat, feeling his erection poke against the fabric of the loincloth he was wearing, just as suddenly a voice sounded, very close, close enough to make hot breath tickle his neck and ear.

Matt turned around, almost as if in sudden flight reflex, but even if he had wanted to run, the massive body of the tiger would have blocked his escape.

Matt at first only got out a gasp, a rather feeble sound as his heart was hammering and his senses taking in the huge form. He was big, a bit over the top big maybe.

The dangling endowment was close enough for him to have a good view more so though, he was in a prime position to realize that it and the tigers pits were the source of that particularly overpowering musky, masculine aroma.

Matt felt his own thumping heartbeat, but at the same time, there was, well…

There was something almost a bit cartoonish about the tiger. And his pickup line... Matt looked down, at his loincloth, then at the strands of hair falling over his shoulders and finally back to the memory of a certain cartoon he used to watch. He grinned a bit, realizing that, yes, he had rather ended up dressing the part of a certain jungle dwelling boy - and there he was being pursued by a tiger now. The corner of Matt's mouth twitched a bit at the thought.

“Well, hello there, tiger. I do hope it is only your pickup lines that are a bit lame."

It had been coming out more promptly than Matt had planned on. And maybe a bit more snarky than he had intended to. He definitely did not mean to turn away a big, hunky tiger, or play the hard to get game, that always had seemed extremely silly to him. But while part of him had to swoon over that sculpted body, the other part could not help thinking that everything about the tiger seemed maybe a bit too blunt.

Skylar smiled to himself. This was better than he had expected. Having prey melt under the shear force of his erotic virility was all well and good, but a chase, a hunt, that was always more fun. “Well let us just see." He glanced behind him, the bar was on a platform that was slightly raised, about as much as a standard stair step. The area directly behind him was clear, at least for the moment. Without another word be bent his knees, crouching for an instant, and then leaping. He swung his arms upwards and back backwards, tucking in his knees again. Combined, these movement allowed the tiger to perform a backflip. Sweat sprayed from this body as he flipped. A more than a few tiny droplets fell from his endowments and onto the human who stood before him. “No, I don't think I have any physical lameness at all." Skylar was very glad he had stuck the landing without having to place a hand on the ground. Even with the benefit of the drop onto the floor behind the bar platform, backflips were not easy for anyone of his height. He stepped up onto the bar's platform and took a seat beside the human. He crossed his arms and winked at the boy. “My name is Skylar, by the way. What should I call you then, seeing as you don't seem to like man-cub?" A drink was placed near him without a word and he took a sip of it without stopping to look at the coconut shell. Instead his eyes slowly, obviously, scanned up the human from toes to scalp, admiring every inch.

Matt gave the tiger a quizzical raised eyebrow. “Let's see" seemed a strange answer and when Skylar looked over his shoulder, Matt already thought with chagrin that he indeed had been too standoffish. The sudden crouch and backflip took him by complete surprise and he sat with his mouth open, not quite able to hide his interest, especially when the leaf covering the tiger's manhood flew aside and the ample cock and balls flapped about. Matt felt something wet hit his face, just at the upper corner of his lips as he looked with wide eyes at the display. His tongue almost reflexively flicked over his lips, tasting the rich, salty aroma, making his cheeks flush a bit with heat.

It just took moments for the tiger to be back on his feet, but it had seemed to take much longer for Matt. He looked at the tiger, trying to keep his expression neutral as the big feline stepped closer to him again, placing himself right next to him at the bar. Matt could feel the heat radiating from him as the thick masculine scent engulfed the boy, making his cock rise to full proud length and a trembling shiver run down his back.

He just felt torn, the remark, too, just seemed, well… He rather had pictured some suave purring seduction, graceful and with subtle insinuations what would be to come. And this tiger was anything but subtle and not all too suave. But he did for sure have a damn hot body, Matt could not deny that…

The human tried to take a few quick breaths to keep himself calm, or at least as calm as he could before he looked at Skylar. It did not really help given that he seemed to be breathing in pure sweat and musk. It definitely did not help at all...

“I did not say I do not like it. It is just, most big cats I know tend to get their pickup lines across a bit more seductively." He gave a slightly coy smile, trying to keep his mind away from the lustful images bubbling up as he looked at the tiger, Skylar as he had introduced himself. And the tiger also seemed to be looking at him, which made it all the harder not to blush too badly – at least the heavy tan helped there – or goof up and start stammering.

“My name is Matt, so, at least you did get the first two letters correctly and I guess I can cut you some slack with what you want to call me for that." He took a gulping swallow of the sweet drink, looking at the one Skylar was drinking from. That way at least he did not have to stare at the hunky tiger and make a fool out of himself, well, not when he was not even sure yet where he would want this to go.

He could imagine himself only all too well beneath that mighty body, pressed down, engulfed by the heat and the musky aroma of horny tiger, but, well, he honestly was feeling a little bit of doubt if that over the top hunk would fit into the kind of daydream he had about being hunted, being pounced, having a seductive voice whisper in his ear till he would just melt away and whimper helplessly…

Skylar would definitely have been perfectly fine if it was just about sex and, well…

He tried to calm his racing heart, giving the bartender a look, who quickly refreshed his drink.

As he waited for it to be mixed, his gaze returned to Skylar, trying to break the silence.

“So, I do assume that you have not come for us to reenact that plot of man-cub and tiger, have you? I mean, as much as I am sure that you have a fine pelt to adorn some rock for old wolves to rest on, I feel that might be quite a shame..." Matt grinned, trying, contrary to his confused state, to sound more casual, even a bit flippant. Truth be told, he really did want to touch that fur, both the black and orange and the softer white over the ripped abs and those big pecs. Matt had a real weak spot for pectorals…

“Oh, no, I intend to go with the proper ending,"Skylar licked his lips blatantly, “but don't worry you'll still be kept warm underneath my skin." The tiger took in the human's body again, glancing over him this time thinking of what he would do with it after the fuck. Stomach growled audibly and for the first time he appeared bashful, shifting in his seat to angle his stomach away from his future meal. He was glad he was having an affect on the human, but felt a little nervous at his own body's responses to Matt. A bit drool could be played off as another form of flirting, the same way precum might, but a high pitched gut gurgle was not sexy. Moreover it was exactly the kind of thing that might undermine the virile god aura he cultivated. Skylar had never been good at subtle and had long since decided to embrace excess in his displays of sexuality, but something as undignified as that noise could remove the “sexy" from the description “ludicrously sexy". He just hoped the human hadn't heard it over the sounds of the club.

Matt at first looked a bit puzzled, before Skylar's intended meaning sank in. He could not help his mouth twisting a bit and a slight chortle escaping his mouth.

“So, that is the proper ending..." Matt felt really a bit torn, Skylar's lines were, well, just really not suave, at least not the way he delivered them, but it still made a nice shiver run down his spine. He did wonder a bit if Skylar had seen his reformer mark, wondered if he would go about it as boldly if he wasn't…

The thought was strangely entrancing. As was the way he was being looked at, with more than one type of hunger.

The sudden growling sound made Matt grow rigid all over, his heart seeming to stop for a moment, as his eyes followed the sound, to the flat, ripped stretch of stomach muscle…

It seemed to push against that uncertainty, that hesitance, making pearls of sweat run down his naked skin.

Skylar really wanted to eat him…

It made him shiver, made a beat of precum drip from the tip of his erect shaft, slowly running down over his length.

He was really surprised though when he saw Skylar shifting away looking almost like a big house cat who had just turned a cool move into a fool move.

Matt reached out his hand tentatively daring to touch the tiger's fur, reaching for the flat, sculpted abs, the perfectly formed stomach.

He was looking up, questioningly.

“Umh, what's the matter?" His tone was not flippant this time and his fingers brushing the fur, with the heat flowing over into him made his heart beat faster and his whole body tense with hopeful anticipation.

Skylar had no intention of answering the human's question, not wanting to acknowledge his own embarrassment, Instead he opted for taking action to place himself back on more familiar ground in terms of predator-prey relations. Grabbing Matt's wrist, Skylar pulled the human toward him and spun him slightly. Skylar always let his prey make physical contact first, but as soon as they had, he felt no qualms about personal space. He soon wrapped his arm around the human's shoulder. This not only pressed the human's flesh against his but also placed his head a big closer to Skylar's armpit, affording him more exposure to Skylar's musk. As he walked the boy towards a booth he watched Matt's body writhe with arousal and anticipation. “We are going to have so much fun tonight." His own cock was now throbbingly hard. Precum leaked as he walked. Skylar couldn't strut while escorting his meal to the table, but his cock and balls still bobbed and swung as he walked. As they reached the booth he altered his hold, catching Matt's face against his sweating pit. It might have seemed like an accident or matter of chance had he not held Matt there for a few moments. His tail twitched with delight as he saw the effect this last act had had upon his prey.

“H, hey, wha…!" Matt was both surprised and flustered when he was suddenly grabbed and turned around. The touch made him feel tense, the soft fur tickling his skin. He could smell the sweaty aroma from Skylar's pit seeming to hover over him. It brought memories of his childhood, of the older panther babysitter he back than had horribly crushed on without yet really realizing what it was, the slight disapproval from his mom over the strong scent of young male cat when he had come over to look after Matt still sweaty from sport activities or other jobs – and his own flustered reaction to it. It had made arousal and a pang of inculcated shame blend into a helpless need for more, a heart thumping desire that by adulthood was undeniably burning inside. He felt dizzy being held, hearing Skylar's bold assertion that made him smile shakily. Who was he kidding, he could just not say no to this tiger…

It was odd to see how many eyes glanced over, both predators and prey, just like Matt minutes earlier had looked with shared eager anticipation at the other couples and groups of men.

Skylar's cock and balls, way too big to be contained by the flimsy leaf covering them, were bobbing about freely in a pretty lewd fashion. It made Matt blush, but he could not deny that the sight was hot, with that sheen of pre causing his heart to hammer with nervous excitement, especially when it got him to think he was partly responsible for it. He had been pondering whether Skylar was going to be quite what he had wanted, but now he felt much more concerned about whether he would be up to par himself. Well, at least, Skylar seemed to like what he saw, so Matt just had to make sure he would play his part well, right?

Matt being lost in his train of thought had the human to be caught by surprise, again, when suddenly, they stopped and he was held right against one armpit, his face pressing against where the sculpted pecs and strong arms met. The tufts of fur smelled musky and salty and his body just pressed so neatly against the wall of fur and muscle. It was raw and masculine in an unapologetic, primal way and Matt could not help a little moan as his erection rubbed against Skylar's firm thigh. He just had to lean in, trembling, pre running down over his shaft a he got to feel the body against body, the heat pulsing between them.

“You kinda smell, you know..." He said weakly, not able to work up even the slightest pretense of chiding. Skylar had to feel how his heart was thumping in his rib cage.

“So do you." Skylar replied, chuckling slightly, knowing both how he smelled and the affect it was having, and always had, on his prey. “You smell like food," with that he leaned down and licked Matt from his sternum to his chin. He watched the human squirm and writhe with pleasure and anticipation. Skylar's gut rumbled again, this time deeper, as the sweet yet salty taste of the human fanned the flames of his need. His cock throbbed and drooled precum. First things first, he leaned to whisper into Matt's ear. “You taste almost ready. I think you could use just a bit more salt and a cream filling to be a perfect meal. Perhaps a bit of pounding to make you more tender. Luckily I know how to do it all at once." With that he shoved Matt over the booth's table, his back against the cool wood. The human's own wood stood straight up while the Tiger's shaft was aimed at his hole. “Are you going to be a tight little fuck?"

Matt felt a hot shiver, his whole body trembling, jerking helplessly as he felt the rough tongue rasping over his skin. He heard Skylar's stomach growl audibly again and it made him grow achingly hard.

“You like it then…?" He moved a bit closer again, his naked skin against the firm abdomen. Whether in one piece and still squirming or taken apart in easier to swallow pieces of meat, he would be in there by the end of the night…

The tiger's cock was rubbing against his chest, smearing precum over his skin.

The young human was flushed and ready to burst when Skylar was whispering in his ear, warm breath tickling his skin.

“Uh, wai, wait..." Matt looked up, panting, a bit startled as he was suddenly shoved down, looking up at the tiger and his proudly erect shaft.

“Aren't you supposed to hunt me down for this first…?" He felt his heart hammering, drawn between the very obvious desire and his wish to let the intense tension that had built up between them culminate in the game of the hunt, in the jungle, all the scenarios he had had in mind…

But he could not very well argue with his stiff erection standing proudly and glistening darkly brown like a tasty piece of chocolate, a bit darker than the rest of his skin. The low hanging loincloth, deliberately revealing, had all too easily slipped and partly become undone to reveal his body. And when Skylar grabbed his leg to spread them apart, Matt was not resisting, it laid bare his hairless ass and the puckered sphincter shining slightly, both with sweat and with the coconut oil he had lubed himself up with, still leaving him a bit slick. Matt had pushed his finger in, thinking of this night and now it was no longer just a wild daydream.

“I, I am not sure, you are, really big..." He felt his cheeks burn and his nipples and cock stiffen as he tried to brace himself for Skylar. He never had been fucked by anyone that big, he might even be bigger than that rather oversized dildo he had in the secret box beneath his bed…

“Yes, I am rather large," Skylar all but purred, teasing Matt's hole with his tip. He could feel the boy tremble in anticipation, which was hot. It would be so easy to take the human right here. So easy to fuck this smaller male, to reduce him to a gibbering puddle of ecstasy. So easy to devour him afterwards, while the afterglow keeping him spellbound. “Too easy," Skylar gave voice to his conclusion, flicking one claw against Matt's pectorals, leaving a diagonal slash that stung without actually bleeding. “Too easy and too tense. I could force my way in but really, you wouldn't be able to appreciate the experience if I did so. We need to loosen you up a bit first my sweet. A nice run should get the endorphins rushing. You'll be excited during the chase, a bit tense, but by the end of it your body will be nice and supple."

The tiger raised the human from his back and gave his ass a pat in the direction of the large botanical dome. “I'll give you a head start. Let's make this interesting. You have until someone else offers to be my meat toy for the night, so you won't quite know how much time you will have. I'll tell them I am previously engaged and head in after you. Oh, do remember, hiding is all well and good, but there are no hiding places worth a damn in sight of the entrance, so you'll need to run a good way in first"

Matt whimpered, feeling sweat run down his skin and his body trembling, his cock twitching as he felt the pressure against the tight ring of muscle. He could feel how the warm precum smeared against his entrance and it was driving him wild, making him buck and moan, looking up to Skylar with almost unbearable need in his eyes.

It was almost like being hit by cold water when the tiger suddenly retreated, leaving the boy with precum running in a thick pearl down his shaft.

He looked at Skylar, close to begging him on his knees to continue, feeling a bit of moisture at the corner of his eyes from the frustration and that desperate feeling of being rejected when he was so close.

“Aaaah, hnnnnh, Skylar..." He could not help a bit of a whine in his voice, breaking as he felt the sharp claw trace his skin, making him buck and whimper and almost cum right there and then.

Matt was panting, listening his whole body trembling. Just moments before, he had longed for exactly the kind of chase Skylar now was suggesting, but... Matt would be lying if he wanted to claim he was not howling within for the tiger to just push him down and fuck him right there…

It was only the enticing fantasy of being chased by the tiger through the jungle, brought down and…

Well, only that outlook that helped him calm down enough to take a few deep breaths and bring himself down from the plateau of near orgasm. It still left his body feeling overly sensitive, intoxicated…

He felt rather thankful at that point for Skylar lifting him up and Matt grinned a bit sheepishly as he felt the hand slapping his ass. The way Skylar had phrased it rather confused Matt at first, the boy fearing for a moment Skylar intended to say he would contemplate having someone else to be his prey for the night. He felt a bit stupid when he quickly ran it all through his head again and fully took in that cocky expression and the hungry glint in his eyes. He had to hope Skylar was not going to be so popular that someone would immediately try to throw himself at him. Though the opposite outcome of the tiger being too imposing for anyone to dare to approach him would also be...

“I know, umh, don't worry, it may be my first time here, but, I, I thought about all of that a lot." He took a deep breath. The almost-sex had torn down some of the barrier between them he had upheld and been holding on to. And as Matt re-adjusted his loincloth, he made a step towards Skylar, wrapping his arms around him in a hug, pressing his body against his and leaning up as far as he could so that he would be able to whisper to him, well, whisper loudly given that the music was, if not overbearing, at least loud enough to drown out a normal whisper.

“I really do not want to hide. I want to be chased. I want to run, do my best, all I can do. So, please..." He felt his body trembling, pressed against the warmth, the softness of fur and the firmness of muscle, feeling Skylar's solid abs. “Promise me you will catch me no matter how hard I try to escape. I do not want to just go home, I want to go in there..." He stroked over the powerful muscles, tracing the sculpted abdomen of the tiger.

“Good. Running prey is much better than hiding prey. “ Skylar leaned forward and gave Matt's cheek a lick before standing straight again and allowing the human to admire his body. “If you want to struggle and fight at the end all the better. I'd be more than happy to show you how much stronger I am than you." He gave a dominant yet flirtatious growl to emphasize his words.

Mad felt his body trembling, flushing as he looked up at the tiger, staying just long enough to press his face into the musky fur and inhale the masculine scent, before parting, feeling his heart beat fast as he weaved through the crowd towards the doors…

He had read about it, there were several sections and, yes, before you went through any of the connecting doors after the big entrance, there was some switch you pressed for the lights in front of a room to change…

It did not take him long to pass through the big archway and already find himself in the midst of vegetation that hid away the glass and steel partitions pretty well. Paths opened between the foliage with little lamps carefully placed to look like mysterious, glowing jewels hanging in the trees. Many were red, that was the sign for a session in progress – join at your own peril. Green of course meant unoccupied, but there was also orange for predators awaiting prey and purple for prey awaiting a predator. Oh, but…

How would he show Skylar which one of the rooms he had gone to? Matt felt rather stupid, but he also felt like it would not really do to go back, that would just ruin the mood…

So, what should he…

Just as he was looking up at the green light in front of one door, his eyes were caught by a branch that stuck out from one of the trees, just a bit above head height.

Matt grinned as he reached for the rag he had slung around his loins.

It was maybe a bit of a shame to lose it, given that it fitted so nicely into the tiger and mancub theme, but he did not have anything else, so…

Left completely naked, Mat tied the yellow-brown piece of fabric around the branch before reaching for the switch, circling through the colors until he had arrived at purple.

He looked down at his semi hard cock, feeling a shiver run down his back as he stepped inside…

The air was warm and humid, the moonlight falling in through the glass roof to illuminate the room together with the occasional luminous plants placed within. The room was set up to give predators with good night vision an edge, without completely crippling humans or other species that were bad at seeing in the dark. Matt took a moment to feel the air on his naked skin and breathe in the rich scent of the many plants. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his mind. This was it, he was in the jungle. No modern civilization, no pretense of civility. He was a human, Skylar was a tiger, and he would be hunted like humans would have been in the distant past. Matt had so often had erotic daydreams of being a human living back in those times and for this night, there would be just that. He would do his best to escape the tiger, but he trusted Skylar. He would catch him and the mere thought made the boy's heart race. Even though Matt was who he was, he could feel the primal fear, the terror of the hunted, mixed with all of his other complicated emotions as it was.

He knew that his seconds were ticking away, so he started to look around, measuring the space they had for their hunt.

He knew that there was an exit on the other side,which prey could escape through. He also had read that there was always some sort of marking line that showed the area you were allowed to traverse as prey to make the game sporting. Matt did very much intend to abide by that. In this room, it was a wall about nine feet high. It was pretty hard to miss and if he wanted to escape the tiger, he would have to scale it and better be quick. There were handholds and also large trees that he could climb to jump up…

Matt ducked into the cover of some big leaves and grasses close enough to the wall, placing himself in a position where he could see the entrance.

He did not mean to hide, but he wanted to see when Skylar would enter and run as soon as the tiger was there. Well, it would hinge on how quickly another helplessly smitten guy like him would beg to spend the night with the tiger. But, Matt was the one Skylar wanted tonight…

It filled him with an electric sensation of heart-pounding anticipation and a bit of pride.

He took a deep breath, guiltily rubbing one finger over his stiff nipples, feeling the intense tension of the impending chase.

Skylar grinned, enjoying the view of Matt's ass as his prey moved to the hunting ground. “Damn he's appetizing," he thought to himself. “Almost lost control for a bit there." Skylar walked over to the nearest wall and leaned against it, crossing his arms. He was not usually a wallflower but this was the best position he knew to lure in prey looking to hook up with a pred rather than waiting to be hit on by a pred. It only took a few minutes.

“Heya Skylar! Looking a bit lonely." A small jackal in a skimpy grass-skirt squished his way up to the tiger.

“Oh, hello Tommy, actually I'm just giving someone a bit of a head start in the green house. This should be long enough. See you around." Skylar was a bit glad to have an excuse to get out of the conversation with Tommy. The jackal was not really Skylar's type and really couldn't take a hint about it. Eventually Skylar knew he would have to set him straight about how they were not going to have a relationship, but not tonight.

As the tiger entered the greenhouse area a bit of anxiety came over him when he realized he hadn't agreed on a signal for which track Matt would be taking. That worry evaporated as he noticed the human's loincloth marking a door. Taking it from its position Skylar gave it a sniff, making his stomach growl again. He bit through the front of it and left it impaled on his teeth, trailing out from the left side of his mouth. He always enjoyed adding a bit of showmanship to his hunts, and this was a great accessory for that. He chuckled to himself as he walked through the doorway into the lush hunting area.

As quick as Skylar was to follow, for Matt, it seemed like an eternity of his body pressed against the smooth bark of the tree, naked and trembling, sweat running down over his flanks. The wait seemed like torture, his whole body flushed with the mixed emotions, the arousal, the fear, the longing anticipation…

Finally he saw the orange and black fur through the veil of vegetation covering him. Skylar was there and the hunt had begun.

Matt's heart was pounding, but when his eyes caught sight of what was hanging from the tiger's mouth, he could not help a half suffocated laugh, culminating in a definitely audible cough.

God, Skylar was, he really was…

Matt tried to catch his breath, feeling a bit unsure if he was a bit annoyed for making him laugh or maybe glad for easing the tension. Well, he had known Skylar was over the top, but, he still very much wanted him nonetheless.

Matt took a deep breath, watching Skylar, seeing him sniff the air, the feline's ears twitching, quite certain that he must have heard him.

So, the chase was on.

Heart still thumping, Matt braced himself, as he started to move, slowly at first, trying to put some distance between them, ready to bolt once Skylar would start the chase for real, use his superior speed…

But Matt was actually a pretty good climber and he would show the tiger his toned body was not just for show – and not just for making a satisfying meal for big cats.

Matt broke through his cover, only yards away from the wall, only daring a short glance back at the tiger, hoping he would appreciate his naked form, his visibly erect cock and the glistening skin as he made a running jump, catching a handhold and pulling himself up.

It took the boy little time to pull himself over the edge of the wall, immediately jumping up and running for his life. He ducked under some thick vegetation, trying his best to make it harder for the tiger to follow as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Up ahead, he could hear the faint gurgle of water. He did not dare yet to see how close on his heels Skylar was, but he had no doubt that the tiger would be chasing him with all the might of his muscular body!

Skylar purred with appreciation when the human first darted out of his hiding place. Matt had done a perfect job of being both alluring and challenging as quarry for this hunt. Skylar himself broke a cross country style run, fast and agile with the ability to shift into a sprint at the right time. In fact, cross country running was among Skylar's favorite forms of cardio, and he had occasionally been allowed to practice here in The Jungle during off hours when the weather had remained poor for weeks on end. The elephant owner tended to be a bit restrictive about these allowances as Skylar's sweating form tended to disrupt the staff as they were setting things up, cleaning, and the like. Skylar had, however, worked out on all the courses, including this one. That said, his training was different than an actual hunt. For starters Hawthorne had always been adamant about Skylar being clothed when working out in the greenhouse to minimize distractions. Indeed, Skylar's experience running without clothing was generally restricted to hunts like this, though his rock solid erection helped, there was always a bit of awkwardness in making sure his balls never came to harm as he ran, especially when the terrain required him to rapidly adjust his pace. The fact that Skylar had never bothered to work on a sexualized run the way he had his strut being a sign that once the hunt itself began, the tiger put more effort into pursuit than attraction. His rapid strides ate up the space between himself and the human as greedily as any glutton at the club. The gap was closing slowly but surely, as he heard the water gurgle in the distance. His gut returned the gurgle with its own, as if in a roar of challenge, declaring that it would be the wet abyss into which the human would descend and perish.

Matt could feel the heat and the strain on every muscle, paired with the flood of adrenaline rushing through him. No matter how hard his cock was, it did not change the panicked beat of his heart, the fear response of frantic flight. It was intoxicating, a cocktail of fear, stress arousal and confusion, primal instincts warring with each other, as the human reached the edge of the small river. He was forced to slow down a bit to make it over the slippery stones, feeling the welcome rush of coolness flow up from the heated soles of his feet.

He could hear Skylar, his breath, the heavy steps, the small branches slapping against the mighty body of the tiger.

Matt had to do something, if he did not want to end up caught in a precious few heartbeats. If it was just a race on open ground, Skylar would have him in no time.

Up ahead, the ground was suddenly falling. Matt felt a short moment of panic as his mind raced to take in as much as possible of what lay ahead. Ground falling, a pit or a gully. Trees, vines, oh, yes!

This was a parkour after all! Matt did not hesitate to jump, grabbing the thick vine (or was it a rope?) hanging from the branches, swinging over the gorge and landing square on the other side.

Now he was facing several paths, divided by sheer rock walls.

So, a labyrinth now.

Matt knew he could not even hesitate a moment, Skylar would not take long to catch up! Three paths, so, the middle it was. He had to hope he would be lucky.

Or well, not really, he thought as his feet beat a staccato on the ground. After all, he did not want to escape the tiger, not really. And his hard erection bobbing about as he ran was a pretty powerful reminder, even as the deadly panic of the hunted drove him on, running for his life…

“Damn!" Skylar thought to himself as he realized where Matt's path was heading. The maze wasn't too difficult, but if Matt made his way too far into it the chase would become tedious. The hungry hunter increased his speed, determined to end this game before it soured. He paused when he reached the gorge, ripping the loincloth from his mouth and tossing it behind him. It had helped him keep the scent of the human fresh in his mind, a far subtler scent than many of The Jungle's clientele. He couldn't risk odors of previous hunts or the flora causing him to lose sight of the nuances that would allow him to distinguish this human from others of his ilk that may have run the same way this evening. The risk was minimal, but Skylar prided himself on his hunting prowess, which meant not allowing the possibility of such problems. Now however the current issue was making sure the loincloth's scent didn't mask its owner's when he reached the maze. The took a few steps back then sprinted forward and cleared the gorge in a powerful leap. He kept his momentum as he handed and rushed forward to the branching paths. He halted for mere seconds, sniffing down each path in rapid succession before racing down the central path with renewed joy and vigor.

The boy could feel how his lungs were straining by now and more and more sweat was running down his body. The chase at top speed was draining away his stamina. Briefly he was wondering how Skylar would be holding up. He had heard that humans actually were pretty good at long distance running, but then again, he was not sure if that also applied to modern humans like him – or whether it would be any use when it came to how long he could maintain top speed.

More crossroads. Left, right, Matt tried to alternate, leaning slightly left, hoping he could confuse Skylar without leaving an opening for him to catch him by taking a shortcut. He wanted to give it his all though, to show Skylar he was worth the effort, he wanted…

Matt felt his attention snap back to the path ahead. He was not in a dead end but he was now facing another wall, small plateaus at different heights allowing him to scale it. But it was just high enough to make each step a climb. And he was pretty sure that for a tiger, it would just be a series of jumps!

He let out a small moan, bracing himself, his by now aching muscles pulling up his body, step by step. He could hear Skylar fast on his trail, thinking every moment that he suddenly would have a strong hand grabbing him, but he just could make it to the top, having barely time to draw breath as he saw himself looking down a steep slope, not hesitating to run downhill, making sure not to stumble as the sandy ground gave way under his feet.

There, a final stretch of grass and jungle opened before him, the exit on the other side just in sight, though still far enough and with a final climb up another cliff posing a last hurdle, should he make it through the jungle...

Matt knew already he would not, but he still tried his best, running as fast as he still could, feeling his muscles aching and his lungs burn as his feet touched soft grass again.

Matt could hear the ragged breath of the tiger, the rapid steps closing in on him, feeling the sharp, animalistic panic of the prey as a wave of adrenaline tried to push him even harder, desperately wringing his abused body for a final burst of speed as the tiger closed in for the pounce…

Skylar was reveling in the rush of his blood through his body and the rush of his body through the course. He was gaining, the gap closing with every step. At last the human was back in his sights. His prey was there for the taking. Matt had been struggling to climb out of the labyrinth, but the weaker male lacked the physical prowess to maintain his half of the chase with vigor. Skylar was pleased to see that Matt was neither stopping in surrender not flailing in panic however, even though now, as he ran towards the exit at half the pace he had been maintaining at the start of the hunt. He was proper game for a hunter like Skylar, but now this part of the game was over. Skylar sprinted after Matt and then leapt forward passing over his prey and putting the exit behind him. He let out a roar of triumph as any hope for escape died then tackled Matt to the ground, wrapping his arms around the other male's head and shoulders so that his forearms absorbed some of the impact with the ground, pinning the humans face to his pectorals.

Matt suddenly saw a streak of orange pass by him, only to be facing Skylar, towering before him, his fur matted with sweat, only accentuating the bulging muscles, all pumped up from the chase. It was both unbelievably hot and terrifying at the same time to Matt with his adrenaline flooded mind, even more so when the powerful roar made him flinch. It seemed so humiliating to be just so easily overtaken, not pounced from behind but just overtaken with a single leap. It made the human shake, eyes wide, mouth opening to make a sound. Even if he had wanted to escape, Skylar was already pouncing him before he could make another move and suddenly, Matt was on the ground with the large feline on top of him, enveloping him in the mix of sweat, arousal and the pure, musky aroma of male tiger. At first, wriggling and struggling against the strong grip, the powerful arms engulfing him, was just pure, panicked instinct. But Skylar's words from earlier echoed in his head and he pushed with all the strength he could muster against the tight grip and the embrace of muscle and wonderfully soft fur to give the tiger the kind of victory he wanted, not just the easy submission he was more than willing to offer. He could feel Skylar's strong body working in return, could feel the pecs he was so gloriously pressed into with his face tense and flex. His heart beat so fast, his cock achingly hard and leaking pre as he could hear a growling moan from Skylar, making him aware he was moaning, too, as his erection rubbed against Skylar, rubbed against Skylar's own hard cock. He felt the searing hot rush of it flood his body, knowing it was all too much, all the pent up longing as his struggles had turned to desperate grinding, unable to take any more of it as his face was smothered into the muscular chest, inhaling deeply, as their slicked shafts rubbed against each other, the searing arousal too much for Matt to take as his body jerked helplessly, pressing against Skylar in a desperate offering of submission. It felt so gloriously hot when he could feel an answering stir, a lustful sound as Matt felt his cock convulse and his balls ache for a moment with the sudden intense climax.

The whimpering moan was unmistakable as several shots of thick, sticky cum erupted from his shaft, mingling with the sweat, smearing over skin and fur, slicking up his cock that was rubbing against Skylar's own. There was so much of it that he was not sure if it was just him. He could only lie beneath the tiger, heart pounding still hard, quick, heavy breathes making his chest rise and fall, his neck bared in complete submission. He was all Skylar's. Matt knew he had been utterly overwhelmed and that there was not even any pretense left of him having any power to resist or say no to the tiger. Matt shivered and whimpered softly, knowing he finally was where he had longed to be all night – and so many lonely nights spent writhing in his own bed dreaming of something like this before…

Skylar roared in triumph as he felt Matt's body being overcome with the orgasm, all the better for the initial struggles. “Spread your legs," he demanded, his own cock leaking pre heavily. As soon as Matt complied with his order he began slamming his cock deep into the human while maintaining a tight hold on the males' body. The force of his grip and thrusts were both nearing brutality, but the tiger controlled his strength to keep what pain he might inflict in the realm of sensuality rather than true agony. His cock was loving every inch of Matt's inside, warm and tight. Indeed, the only thing which had been keeping Skylar from devouring the human the instant he caught him was the need to fuck his prey and give his cock release prior to letting his gut find its fulfillment.

Matt looked up into the gleaming eyes, his own clouded with the lustful afterglow, with an expression that just seemed to beg to be taken. The boy did not have enough breath to speak, he could just moan and try his best to follow the gravely command. He barely had a moment to brace himself as the well slicked cock met his thankfully also slicked up hole. Still, the pressure, the thick girth, the dull pain that only increased his pleasure, it all made Matt scream out and thrash helplessly, his sphincter clenching till it finally fully relaxed to allow Skylar in.

Matt had longed for it, he had hardly been able to endure it when Skylar had just withdrawn inches away from fucking him. God, it felt so overwhelming, amazing, wonderful and hot to have Skylar finally inside of him now!

He was not gentle, but Matt did not mind, he wanted to be ravished and given where he would end up, he would not mind some scraps and bruises. Just the apparent pleasure the tiger took in having him was blissful ecstasy. He was so tightly pressed together with him that he could sling his arms around him, feel the powerful muscles, unable to resist it, even if maybe it was slightly breaking character. But, was the prey not allowed to fall for the hunter after being so thoroughly chased and brought down? Matt hoped he was, as he inhaled the intoxicating hot scent of sex and male tiger, rocking his lithe body in the rhythm of Skylar's thrusts. His cock was still achingly hard as he felt Skylar's massive shaft push against his sensitive insides. The mix of the strain of exhaustion, the adrenaline, the heat of sex and the primal terror and lustful submission to the hunter seemed to quickly wash away everything but the blissful ecstasy of the carnal union.

This was what Skylar loved in a good fuck. Matt was tight, his body tense, but ultimately most of that tension melted into a more relaxed state as the pleasure washed over him. Still, due to the chase, the roughness of Skylar's ravaging, and the primal fear of being devoured that even a total slut of a prey still has at least at some unconscious level, there was a sense of struggle along with the submission. That minor aspect of resistance made the near total submission all the sweeter. Indeed, if there had been no fight in the human that the tiger's victory couldn't have been thought of as a conquest. Skylar's massive member penetrating deep into his prey felt immensely satisfying, but he knew it was in some ways the lesser of the two acts of carnal dominance he would display. As good as Matt's moaning form felt beneath him, as good as his insides felt around his cock, Skylar didn't need prey merely to get off. The truest form of dominance of predator over prey was far more intimate. He knew it would feel all the more rewarding to have Matt's body within his insides, his whole wriggling form fulfilling a desire unreachable through any act of self pleasure. Thinking of the joys to come pushed Skylar over the edge as he licked Matt's skin, the taste making his stomach growl again, but this time far deeper and threateningly. His body demanded that this weaker male, the one marked by his seed as unable to resist him, be sacrificed to it.

Matt was moaning loudly as he felt the tongue rasping over his exposed skin, his neck, his face and more. It was a clear prelude of what came next as was the rush of heat as he felt the tiger's warm seed erupt inside his body. It made his balls ache as he felt the throbbing in his own cock convulse to a second climax. It felt like his balls were being milked for what seed remained, overwhelming, painful and intense. Skylar's growling stomach was so loud and close…

There was a dark, primitive hunger in it that he felt drawn to, as if standing before a deadly deep pit with voices urging him to jump, even as the terrible wave of panic coursed through him. He made a whimpering yelp, looking at Skylar with a trembling, wide eyed expression that was also full of a desperate, self destructive longing.

He had now been chased, brought down, bred…

The tiger's ragged breath was caressing his skin as he could hear the rumbling emptiness within urgently demanding its due. His time was ticking down and no matter what his rational mind might have known, he was riding the rush of panicked, overwhelmed, helpless sensation that kept him rock hard, shivering and jerking helplessly in the tiger's grip. Any moment, that proud grin or cocky smile might open for him and put him where boys like Matt belonged…

Skylar didn't say a word more. He smiled wide and then opened his maw wider still. His head soon engulfed Matt's and his tongue danced over the face of his prey. He could feel the dazed blissful expression of afterglow on the human. The skin was delicious, accentuated by the basting of sweat that had begun the moment Matt began running. Skylar forced his jaws open still wider to allow the shoulders entrance. While other preds found it easier to either work up from the feet or start by the prey's hands above the prey's head, Skylar viewed this extra hurdle as one more physical challenge through which to measure and improve himself. Being able to stretch his ravenous maw over the shoulders of his prey in a single fluid movement demonstrating the flexibility of an apex predator who feasted often. Had he wanted he could have gulped the human down in less than a minute, under 30 seconds easy had he not gone to the gym, engaged in a chase, and fucked. Skylar however wanted to take his time. Not only had this prey provided a nice hunt, a great fuck, and a taste worth savoring, but as this was Matt's first time, Skylar felt obligated to go slowly enough for Matt to be able to fully take in and appreciate being taken in and appreciated by his first pred.

It went quickly, Skylar's hot breath washing over his face, the mouth widening, everything growing dark as he was suddenly encased in moist heat, feeling the rasping tongue on his skin. His body just froze, his heart seeming to stop for a moment before continuing with long, surprisingly steady beats. Then his shoulders went in, the mouth stretching unbelievably wide. How would that look? The thought rolled through his head dully. The tiger's jaws worked over him, shifting him. Matt realized with a sudden shock that his arms were soon to be fully engulfed! He felt a shiver run down his spine, felt drool run over his sweaty skin. He stretched out his hands, his fingers touching the matted tiger fur. He could feel Skylar's abs, the flat, ripped stomach.Matt shivered, feeling his spent cock twitch, his whole body trembling violently, his legs brushing against the tiger's fur, all the sensation coursing through his body. The shift in his position made Skylar's cock rub gloriously against his insides.

Oh god, he was finally being eaten! His cock was already starting to grow stiff again, it almost hurt in his balls and in his shaft. Matt made a muffled whimper, feeling the rough tongue rub over his pert nipples, making him buck, pressing into the hungry touch. He was sharing the tiger's warm breath now, feeling the current of air that must be passing through the feline's nose. It all felt so lewdly intimate like nothing else ever had.

Skylar continued slowly devouring his prey, lavishing the human with licks, savoring his flesh, nipples, navels, crotch, legs, all were given due attention before sliding down the tigers throat. As he continued Skylar began fondling the muscles of Matt's legs, rubbing and squeezing at them, in doing so gauging the level of strain the chase had put on them. The tiger was pleased to see how little his prey had held back. As a reward be began massaging the aching muscles before they reach his mouth, stopping this only once the human's knees were past his teeth. His prey's bare feet had too much of the trail on them to be savored, meaning he would soon tilt his head back and in a single large gulp leave the entirety of Matt within the confines of his stomach, but for one last bit of fun he endeavored to see if Matt's feet were ticklish, dancing his clawed fingers over them.

The initial burst of panic in the human seemed to have dulled, as if soothed by the slow flow of warm tiger breath through his own mouth and nose. With his head pushing into the tight gullet and air becoming much thinner, he felt everything growing still, as if his body was trying to frantically preserve the little air remaining. He could feel Skylar's throbbing heartbeat around him as the tongue danced over his skin, causing little trembling bucking motions as the realization hit him fully. He was being savored, tasted and enjoyed as a meal and all of it was too much. His nipples, his flat, toned abdomen, the skin soaked in sweat and sex and the natural aroma of human boy…

It made his cock so terribly stiff as he just let it happen, more and more of him being devoured, the tiger's grip firm, teasing and toying with him as if to feel up the quality of his meat. When the rough tongue grasped his balls and cock, he almost went wild for a moment, making a desperate moan as he felt the dull throb of his cock aching for release, but all that came was a painfully intense jerk that made his whole body grow rigid before giving in to the tiger's slow, steady hunger.

The entirety of his sore body so tightly engulfed felt lewd, both too tight and weirdly relaxing. His head by now had broken through into the stomach, greeted by the strongly acrid smell of impending digestion as squishy walls of flesh began to hug around him, his lower body now in the tight grip of the esophagus. Gravity helped and his cock and balls ached with the intense feel of hot, slick flesh around them. He was halfway there, where he had longed to be.

He felt the sudden tease of claws on his feet dancing over them, the light touch a sensual contrast to the pressure of the grass and dirt. He whimpered, his body jerking, a tight contraction pressing all around his lower body as more of him landed in the churning stomach, acrid and overpowering, preparing to break him down. Memories of earlier danced around his head, mixing with the intense stimulus, making his cock throb so hard as it pushed against the border to the waiting stomach, rubbing over the seal of flesh, greedily welcoming it until he could not help it anymore.

He felt Skylar's teasing claws still caressing his feet, the slight tickle more sensual and arousing as the human convulsed helplessly, this time shooting another proper load right into the waiting chamber of flesh.

Finally, the touch stopped and Matt felt a lurch as all of him came sliding down, his body turning over in a short moment of slick, slippery uncertainty, until he settled in, tightly curled up, feeling a welcome gush of air enter with him, allowing him a greedy breath before the stomach started to gurgle and contract around him, ready to press out the air again…

All his struggles had to result in a nice squirming as headjusted to his final position. But now he only stirred reflexively, feeling so exhausted, a welcome dulling of his senses as he experienced the onrush of heat, pressure and acrid juices beginning their assault.

Soon he would find out if he would just pass out, or feel how Skylar's body would claim him for the tiger, in the final, ultimate way. He would not mind either way. It just felt right. Thinking of the superior male he would become part of, that base fulfillment of purpose, the alluring simplicity of the animalistic cycle of the hunt, the rut and the devouring…

Matt whimpered, twitching slightly as he listened to the sounds of Skylar's body around him.

Skylar rubbed his belly idly for a few minutes before shifting himself into a position from which he could stand. Gingerly he let his legs take up his now increased weight. He walked slowly towards the exit, then leapt upon the plateaus one at a time, as the added weight required a moment to center himself after each jump. Skylar walked through the exit and switched the room back to unoccupied. The Jungle had scales to measure the weights of men entering and leaving the hunting areas, but those were only needed for larger groups when it could be harder to determine if one was the last man leaving the area. As he and Matt had been the only ones in their hunt they had not bothered with it. He strode purposefully onward to one of the cozy resting chambers, furnished with a rather large chaise longue ideal for resting in after a meal. Taking the first vacant resting room available, locking the door with a flick of the vacant-occupied switch, Skylar stretched himself upon the long sofa and let the primal satiation of his needs, the pleasant fatigue of his body lull him to sleep.

Matt could feel the dull pressure against him, pressing him into the spongy walls, Skylar's hands? He could feel the digestive juices burning slightly against his most sensitive parts, making him think of the feeling of something spicy against raw skin. He twitched. It hurt, but it felt rather sensual as well and the air became thick, making his head swim with a rush of weird pictures and sensation. Yes, this was not so different from the first time he had “died". In the facility. He had thought about being in a stomach then and now he was in one, he ended up thinking of that tank. That, that was weird, was it not? He giggled, moaning, feeling his cock grow stiff, burning as everything contracted around him, making him thrash a bit before settling down. He wished he could have heard Skylar's voice, but if he was saying anything, he did not hear so, just the slowing rhythm of his heart, wumm, wummm, wumm…

The gurgle of the stomach and slick acrid juice coating him.

Hnnnh, just tigerfood now, just a full belly and hopefully a happy big cat…

Had he been a good prey? Skylar had never clearly said.He, he, hoped…

Quite hoped so. He wanted to be good…

Was so hard to think now. Really was starting to hurt, so hot, still so stiff…

His cock throbbed as he tried to breathe, feeling so heavy, so dizzy, so….

By the time the tiger had risen up, Matt's consciousness had faded, sealed up, his remains ready to undergo the process he had been adapted for.

The cluster of tiny particles holding whatever subtle essence there was, that insubstantial echo of everything that was more than just DNA and chemistry, like a fine mesh of invisible forces.

Matt had not understood the process, few who did not have an advanced degree in several cutting edge fields of science really would. But it did not matter really.

Not where the information would come from, the energy, that still badly understood essence of actual continuity.

For the boy, it was the freedom to indulge his guilty dream of submitting to the natural cycle, returning him to where many humans would once have been and where boys like Matt longed to return to. And for the tiger, it was the guiltless pleasure of getting to hunt and rut and kill, just like his ancestors had.

Skylar woke quite contentedly the follow morning his gut still distended with the soupy remnants of his meal, or most of it at least. Predator's pyloric sphincter, the valve connecting stomach to small intestine, regulated the flow of digested prey thought the rest of the system to maximize the absorption. Indeed, Skylar would not need to eat food for a good while, though he would still require fluids. Shifting to his feet the tiger walked over to the doorway and slid a faux wood panel sideways, revealing a touch screen monitor. A quick pair of taps brought the device out of its own stupor, and it greeted Skylar simple text, “Biosignature Analysis 100%. View Details?" Skylar tapped an affirmative icon and read a quick paragraph which stated how proficiently the devices hidden in the bed had been able to lock on to the signature of Matt, how much the sync process would expedite Matt's reformation, and which reformation chamber Matt would be reconstituted in. Skylar smiled as he noticed how much faster the process had gone this time as opposed to the last time he had devoured someone during said prey's first venture at The Jungle. Hawthorne had mentioned that recent software updates had been improving the system gradually, allowing especially in terms of differentiating the signatures of returning guests more rapidly, even when paired with new customers.

Skylar tapped to the next screen which asked him if he wanted to leave contact details and/or a message for Matt upon waking. Skylar paused a moment. Ordinarily he just left a quick comment of appreciation, generally including a bit of additional flirtation, but this time around he decided to add his cell phone number to the message. While not currently looking for a steady relationship, Skylar wasn't the sort of pred who never wanted to see any his prey outside of places like The Jungle. Talking to the human had been fun, especially as he hadn't been completely overwhelmed by Skylar's charms. “Let's get coffee sometime," he suggested following it up with the name and general location of his favorite coffee shop. He smiled as he hit send and walked out of the resting chamber, idly wondering if Matt would text him or call.

Matt awoke when his head broke through the greenish nutrient fluid. He had to draw breath a couple of times, cough, his heart and lung starting to pump vigorously, feeling a slight shiver despite the air around him being warm and humid. He blinked. It took his eyes a while to adjust, the blurry dim light slowly forming into shapes, many flat basins, all next to each other, with a tiled corridor in the middle, separating to rows of them. His skin felt sensitive, so naked, making him wrap his arms around his chest, feeling his cock stiff and erect, morning wood…

He could see other shapes around him, other prey who had woken, or where about to, many looking lost, a bit bedraggled, like Matt felt. But he also could feel the pleasant memory of what had been before, of Skylar, of being inside, all snugly tugged away, with the soothing heartbeat around him. Matt made a slight whimper, his cock straining as part of him wished to return, even though he could remember the dizzy lack of air, the burn of digestive juices, the impending death…

Last time he had not been quite as affected by it, but this time, he really felt a weird clingy need for contact…

A sudden splashing sound and gasping breath next to him made him snap out of it, looking over to see a bedraggled, dripping wet Jaguar break through the surface of the fluid in the basin next to him. The lithe cat let out a mewl, looking around, just like a lost kitten. It tugged at Matt's heartstrings, he leaned over, carefully stretching out his arm, his muscles still feeling weird, weak and a bit wobbly. “Are you okay…?" His voice was raspy. The cat slowly rose his head, looking over to the human. He had seen that face before, had he not? It was a bit harder to tell with the fur sticking to him wetly and everything still having a slight blur. But, yes, had he not been the cute Jaguar at the bar, the one who had given him a nice smile, even though they both had been too nervous to talk?

Matt was taken aback when suddenly, the Jaguar lay pressed against his chest, clinging to him with a purr, his body shaking. Matt slowly put his arm over the feline's shoulder, drawing him closer, feeling a welcome comfort as they shared their body heat, both of them seeking the soothing feel of another body pressing against their own. Matt's fingers worked through the wet fur and the Jaguar gave him a slow lick over his shoulder with his rough tongue, still purring.

“Th, thanks..." He finally heard the voice, a low soft sound against his ears, accompanied by a tight squeeze. “I, I think we should be getting ourselves clean and dry though, this stuff feels a bit weird sticking to my fur..." The Jaguar looked at him, a very warm and sweet expression on his face. Matt nodded, both of them supporting the other as they got up, both still shaky, looking around to see other prey similarly huddled together, joined in the vulnerable camaraderie of the newly reborn. Down the roughened tiles, they came to a shower, warm water washing away the rest of the growth solution, the Jaguar taking his time to rinse it from his fur, purring with very obvious enjoyment. Like Matt and almost all other prey, he was sporting an obvious and persistent erection, the pinkish barbed cock looking pretty cute, the cat grinning a bit shyly as he noticed Matt's scrutiny.

After that, they both lay down to dry, the heat radiating from above letting both Matt's long dark hair and the Jaguar's fur dry under its rays and warm air current.

It also allowed them to lie cuddled against each other, just luxuriating in the soothing warmth and shared closeness.

“Who have you been with last night? Was it your first time too, I mean, getting..." the Jaguar trailed off, his tail twitching a bit nervously. Matt nodded.

“Yeah, first time, first time I went here at all. I was with a tiger, Skylar, he was pretty hot, he seemed a bit goofy at first, but..." Matt smiled, thinking of the chase, the intense adrenaline, his wildly beating heart, that overwhelming sensation when he finally had been caught and fucked and, eaten…

“Oh, you had Skylar take you? I have seen him before, I mean, I came here before I got treated, though my brother never let me leave his side back then. I did see him then. I think he is really popular, a total alpha pred, but, yeah, I do hear he is a bit of a large ham, strutting around like if he is the star of some cheesy movie flick and knowing it." He chuckled, having a mix of fondness and a bit of, regret?, in his expression and voice.

“Hnnnh, your brother?" Matt felt curious, wondering about the bigger Jaguar he had seen his new friend with the night before.

“Yeah, my brother..." The Jaguar seemed to hesitate a bit, his tail flicking as he bit his lip. “He, I..."

Matt gave the feline a slow stroke, trying to signal reassurance, feeling he understood what was weighing on the Jaguar's mind.

“You two are together, right? I mean, he was the one who has eaten you last night and…" He grinned a bit, not being able to refrain from a bit of easing “You are worried people might have problems with that, or with you two having sex? I do not see what is bad about that." The Jaguar looked a bit flustered, but also grateful, nodding slowly.

“It, it is a bit complicated, but, yes..." Matt drew the cat a bit closer to him, nuzzling his face against the by now only slightly damp fur.

“Would you like to talk about it, some time…?" He felt the purr as well as the slight nod of the head.

“Umh, that would be nice, he is picking me up later, maybe we could exchange numbers when we are both dry?" It was weird how easy it seemed to be open with someone he had never met before, but the circumstances made it feel natural. Matt nodded, making the Jaguar smile, stroking over his naked chest, his hand wandering down to where Matt's still erect cock was situated. He felt a bit of a blush in his cheeks.

“Hnnnh, what are you doing…?" He looked at the Jaguar, who in response moved down, starting to lick Matt's cock.

“Wanted to say thank you properly..." He mumbled, as the rough tongue started to lap over his length. It felt nice, not as nice as the time he spent with Skylar, but still nice in its own way…

He was not going to be selfish though…

The Jaguar made a rather cute sound when Matt took the cat's cock in his mouth.

“You, need not, not if you don't like too..." He shivered, Matt gave the feline's firm ass a playful squeeze.

“Hey, I like feline cocks..." He grinned, feeling rather good as the Jaguar started to buck and moan, both of them sucking on each other's cock. They did not seem to be the only ones who were doing it. Matt felt his hips bucking, thinking of his last night, with Skylar, wondering if the lithe Jaguar was also thinking of his big brother. He pushed one finger teasingly against the cat's sphincter, causing him to suddenly buck wildly, his voice muffled as he sucked with abandon on Matt's cock, his whole body twitching as he shot his load. He tasted rather sweet, not quite as intense and salty as Skylar. Matt groaned as he felt his own orgasm drawing closer, the Jaguar apparently quite eager to return the favor until finally, they both lay there, panting, spent and grinning sheepishly.

“You got a perfect score..." The Jaguar was looking at the tattoo on Matt's neck, slowly stroking over the patch of skin.

“Yeah, I think I was pretty lucky..." Unlike humans, most anthros got their marks inside their ear or at some other spot where the fur would not completely cover it. He turned over, inspecting the feline's mark.

“Your not fully stable?" The jaguar nodded. “Yeah, that is why my brother took me here, I am not sure if I can come back without help, not for certain..." Matt felt there was maybe something more, something in the tension in his voice. But he was not quite sure what it was, or what it all was about. He hoped maybe the feline would tell him some time, but both of them seemed to just want to enjoy the blissful afterglow, the memory of their last night, the comfort of knowing they were not the only ones…

Eventually, when they left, all dry, having chatted over this and that, they finally got to the rooms where Matt had left his belongings the night before.

The black panther was there again, grinning, giving the naked prey boys an appreciative look and a rakish grin as he helped them getting their things, flirty in a nice, easy-going way.

“You cuties have messages left for you both." He leaned in, his breath tickling Matt's ear.

“Though, just so you know, if that tiger is tempting you with getting you in here out of business hours for a personal bit of play time, he is not the only cat who would give you the chance to have the jungle for yourself some time..." He chuckled, giving Matt a wink, before stepping over to attend to another group of prey out from the resurrection chambers.

The Jaguar gave him a grin and a giggle, still having the short and precise message open which his brother must have left him.

“I would offer you to ask my brother for a ride home for you, but I think I will have to wait a bit till he is free. I am texting him now, but, well, if you should end up staying a bit longer anyway, let me know, okay?" Matt nodded, his eyes fixed on the note Skylar had left him. His heart seemed to beat much faster, a shiver running down his spine as his mouth shifted to a grin. Skylar's texting was just as over the top as his whole act had been, but Matt only now noticed the knot of worry that was starting to melt. He had not realized how much the uncertainty of whether Skylar had enjoyed their escapade had gnawed at him. He closed his eyes, clutching his hands to his chest.

“Let's get coffee sometime"

Did that mean Skylar would like to see him again? Did, did it maybe mean he would…?

Matt shivered, trying to beat away the silly hopes that seemed to bloom inside his mind. The exposed, needy feeling, the desire to cling to another body for comfort, how his mind had returned to their night together.

He had really fallen for the tiger, had he not…?

He felt an arm on his shoulder, squeezing him reassuringly.

“Umh, are you okay, Matt?" The Jaguar looked at him, already halfway dressed, holding his phone in one hand, obviously having intended to share their numbers.

“Oh, no, don't worry, it is all right..." His voice was a little bit shaky, the young man fumbling about to get his phone. The new contact, finalized with a smiling photo of the Jaguar, was safely stored now and as his new friend was getting himself fully dressed, Matt copied in the number from Skylar's message, double and triple checking it, still feeling his heart beating fast and erratically.

He had to steady his breath, his fingers shaking a bit as he typed his reply message.

“Sure! Let me know when you would like to meet. And…

Thanks. For making my first time really great!"

Matt had erased and retyped the message numerous times. First he had been way too eager, and had worried Skylar might think he was too clingy. Then he had to erase it again because he was afraid he sounded to cool and aloof and Skylar might think he was not really interested after all.

As he watched the message being sent, his heart was pounding and he was having to forcefully keep himself from aborting it and changing it, or chickening out altogether.

Finally, he had gotten himself fully dressed, his jaguar friend looking at him, his gaze furtively traveling to the panther bouncer who had flirted with them earlier.

“So, have you decided yet if you want to stay a bit longer too?" He grinned, but Matt slowly shook his head.

“I think I shall head home. Umh, and, maybe I will be having other plans, well, soon, I hope..." Even though the panther was hot and seemed pretty nice, Matt could not really think of anyone but the tiger right now, even if it might be a silly, puppy dog crush on someone who was likely having lots of eager prey at his beck and call whenever he wanted a playmate. But it was one thing to understand that with one's mind and quite another to get his heart to follow along…

“No worries, just, don't forget this if, well..." The Jaguar paused, before pulling Matt into a quick hug.

“Do give me a call tonight, I would quite like to meet up, I don't know many other prey really and..." He smiled, making Matt squeeze him in return and nod.

“Don't worry, I will make sure I do!" They parted, the Jaguar giving him a playful lick that made him giggle, waving to him as he went over to one of the small lounges, just as Matt was heading for the entrance, another of the loincloth clad panthers waving to him. Matt waved back, walking out into the midday sun, taking out his phone again to check for a convenient bus. That and seeing if there was maybe a response. He shook his head. Silly, he really was a hopeless idiot…

But as he sat alone in the back of the bus, the beeping coming from his pocket tore him away from his thoughts, as he hastily flipped open the case of his phone.

He reread the message twice, feeling his heart beating quickly, a smile spreading on his face.

"Lets meet up this Saturday. My apartment isn't far from the coffee house. You're welcome, by the way, and thank you for being so good. "