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The Great Hunt By Goliath Wildcat

The neon lights of Megalopolis do little to brighten the dark shadows that cling to the alleys and rooftops of the buildings. Shadows that hide both forces for good and for evil on this storming night.

A meaty thump is followed by a masked thug collapsing to the rain slicked concrete from the shadow he had been waiting in for an unsuspecting female to walk by. The reflected lights of a passing car briefly illuminate the white furred male lion in his safari outfit and cloak, a heavy rifle in his hands from where he had butt stroked the thug in the back of his head.

His goggled visage examines the thug and shakes his head, "This isn't my prey." With casual ease he pulls a large handgun and points it towards the unconscious Doberman gang member, "But I still have my civic duty to the people of this metropolis." Without a pause he squeezes the trigger and a puff shoots a dart into the thug's ass.

With a practiced motion he returns the pistol to his hip as he tosses a coin sized transmitter on the criminal which starts to blink. "The police will find you soon. I have bigger prey to hunt tonight."

Tapping a jeweled toggle on his left bracer he investigates the shadows with a sweeping gaze. He smiles as his goggles highlight some traces that he nearly missed, "You're not trying very hard to evade me young lady. I am going to find you."

Settling the rifle sling across his back he walks with careful steps into the maze of alleyways, his trained steps avoiding unnecessary splashes as the night's rain pattering hides him from casual observation. Pulling his oil-cloak over himself tighter, he vanishes into the darkness.

***

The police who respond ten minutes later find the thud still sleeping from the drugged dart in his rear. Reaching up to his radio on his shoulder he keys the mic, "Dispatch, we got another present from the Trapper."

His partner squats down and pulls down the mask, "I'll be damned, tell 'em we got Dominic Yasolva. We've been after this guy for the last month for serial rape. I don't know how this Trapper guy caught him, but I think we can overlook a few of his games tonight for this."

The second shakes his head, "Dispatch, it's Yasolva."

There is a pause as he listens to the response, "Copy that dispatch, we'll bring him in. Do you want us to pursue the Trapper? I hear there's more than one heroine who wants a piece of his tail." He lets up on the key for his mike and snickers, "And more than one villainess."

Again, dispatch comes back over the radio and he responds, "Copy that, we agree." He lets go of his radio and looks down at his partner as he handcuffs the thug. "They agree, we give him a pass tonight for giving us this guy."

From the roof of the building a black and white furred buxom figure with a wild look in her eyes and a fluffy tail grins in the gloom as she looks in the direction the Hunter had walked off in. With a flurry of dark fur, the figure is gone in the span between one flash and the next from the storm.

***

The Hunter slips through the city with only minuscule traces to show where his prey has passed. As he comes to the edge of the large park in the center of the city he crouches as his fingers trace a faint imprint in the small plot of dirt around a small tree, "A nature lover are you my dear." He takes a deep breath through his nose and smiles, "I can still smell you over the rain. You are good, but the Great White Hunter is far better my dear. I've had years to hone my skills, far more than you know." His rough leonine chuckle sounds like a purr, "Forget bloodhounds, felines are the true trackers and hunters of the world."

With practiced ease he slips a ball bearing which he throws with a flick of his hand to smash the lights. With the cover of the new darkness, he crosses the street and enters the wooded area which provides shelter from the falling rain with its thick canopy.

Entering the natural darkness of the trees he unlimbers his rifle and kneels near a tree to pick up a single feather too large to have come from any of the small birds that live here. "What game are you playing my dear? Do you think I am Hansel to be lured by a trail of breadcrumbs?"

There is a rustle in the trees a short distance off and the white lion scans the foliage, his Aether Goggles showing the darkness as if it were a sunny day. 'Nice try lass, but I am no cub on his first safari,' he thinks as he turns ninety degrees to the right to see his prey.

A tall amazon of a female skunk stands poised between two trees wearing little more than a loincloth, various primitive charms, and decorations. Her long red hair is blowing in a non-existent breeze that seems to affect only her. He notices several feathers that match the one he holds in her hair and gives a knowing smile. She takes a deep breath that makes her amazing chest reach out towards him. Seeing that he notices her she smiles and blows a kiss towards her pursuer before she leaps into the tree canopy like a tree squirrel and disappears before he can bring his weapon around to track her.

'Damn, she is good,' he thinks as he frowns. "Damn she's fast," he mutters to himself.

Standing, he slowly approaches her last seen position and crouches to find another identical feather, "You're leaving me a trail of breadcrumbs are ya lass? Very arrogant of you. You are baiting the hunter, and he always catches his prey."

Lifting his nose, he sniffs for her scent and again smells that hint on the air that he can only describe as the smell of a rainforest, nature embodied, and an oddly familiar scent of lust, 'I swear you smell of nature lass. There is something different about you that I've never encountered, and I know you've never faced a hunter like me.'

Lowering his muzzle, he smiles as he starts to walk further into the large greenspace that fills the center of the bustling city. A small oasis of nature in the middle of the civilized sprawl.

The skunkette smiles from a branch above the lion pursuing her. She doesn't know why, but the goddess who shares her body tells her this male is special and is enjoying their game of cat and mouse. She must wonder though, 'Who is the cat, and who the mouse?'

With her supernatural grace and speed, she follows the hunter without being seen. The limited disturbance she makes in the leaves hidden by the natural motions of the winds. The Amazonian goddess who she serves as a vessel for has given her skills and abilities far beyond what a mortal should have when she takes on her aspect. Her senses are those of the wild and nature is her playground. She can run in the urban jungle, but the hunter is on her home turf now, and is now the hunted.

A smile comes to her mouth as she closes her eyes and smells the lion's scent. He smells of a virile male, and one that the goddess wants to bring under her alliance. His smell reminds the goddess of someone she met, long ago. Another hunter, another time, and another continent. The smell of a hunter, one who is well seasoned with the musk of countless prey and... She frowns as the smell vanishes as if it was never there, only a trace of it lingering on the air but quickly dissipating.

She opens her eyes again and blinks as her prey is just gone. Her ice blue eyes scan the area, but the lion is just gone without sign or scent. Lifting her own nose again, she sniffs and frowns as the goddess in her feels an unfamiliar sensation, uncertainty. She silently groans as the goddess in her finds this sensation excites her more than the game they are playing with the hunter. This excitement heats her blood and dampens her loins.

She carefully moves through the tree canopy as she tries to find the hunter again. He wouldn't have given up and left, he's here somewhere. She licks her lips as her breathing quickens, the goddess' excitement is starting to overwhelm her.

The lion smiles from under his ghillie cloak and is thankful he developed that anti-scent that literally makes his personal scent disappear from anyone's sense of smell. 'Thank the gods for modern chemicals and laboratory equipment. A hundred years ago the alchemy for this was too complex and impossible for even my old teacher. What a difference time can make.'

A flash of a black and white fluffy tail in the trees makes him grin, 'Got ya!'

He dials his Aether Goggles to a different setting and her outline becomes visible even though she is mostly hidden by the tree's foliage. He is patient and waits until the prey is looking away before he lifts the thick barrel of his secondary weapon, 'This can't be a precision shot, she's too fast. Time to try out the spreader.'

The skunkette knows something is wrong before she hears the quiet thwump as the hunter's weapon fires. The goddess screams inside her soul to move, but it's far too late.

All her speed and agility, and she still gets hit by one of the dozen darts the shotgun like weapon had fired in a spread.

With a cry she falls from the trees and lands on the grassy turf under it. Due to the goddess' will and the lower than normal dosage of the drug on the dart she is still conscious, but her muscles feel weak and feeble as a cub's.

She grits her teeth and emits a low growl as the figure of the lion throws off the cloak that had hid him so well, even she couldn't see him. He lifts a small canister and spritz himself with it, suddenly she can smell him again and she understands, this male is an alchemist of some sort.

The goddess inside her rages at the trickery that has subdued her while she begs her servant to find a way out of this.

The lion kneels by her and gently strokes her blood red hair, a finger caressing one rounded ear, "Don't worry lass, I won't harm you. I've been looking for you for a while." He reaches to her neck and takes a feather from her headdress, "And I think you were looking for me too, you made it too easy to follow you."

She grits her teeth as she tries to push herself off the ground, "Aaah!"

The lion smiles at her with a visage that appears far too confident, "The drug will keep you secured for another twenty minutes lass. Don't struggle or you'll only hurt yourself."

Reaching to his pack he pulls a length of rope and smiles at the skunkette who frowns as her eyes widen in fear. However, deep inside her soul, the goddess stops her rage and studies the male before her. His calm at facing a being that would make any other mundane quiver in fear, and he treats her as any other of the prey he has trapped in this city. The skunkette is shocked to find the goddess inside her wants this hunter. No, she wants this male, and she will not be denied. If this is what it takes to claim him, she will gladly submit to this hunter.

The skunkette tries to move, to resist, but she is weaker than a newborn cub as the hunter moves her body as he needs, wrapping her body in the rope with practices ease. A careless graze of a nipple by his gloved hand as he ties her elicits a, "Oooooh!" from her as she finds it is easier to vocalize. The toxin on the dart must be wearing off faster than he thought, but she still can't move anything but her eyes and mouth.

The lion smiles as he finishes tying up the busty skunkette, though calling her busty was an understatement. In fact, she had a rack on her that would put a porn star to shame, large, natural, with a youthful firmness, and obviously sensitive as hell. He had noticed how a casual brush over her nipple made her moan while he was securing the ropes, "Hmm... you must like this, because I didn't put the usual aphrodisiac in that dart since I wasn't sure I would be using that weapon tonight on a pretty lass." He caresses her chin and lifts her head to look into ice blue eyes.

His voice is gentle as he explains, "The ropes are temporary. In about two hours they're dissolve and release you. You could call out and someone might find you sooner, but there is unlikely to be anyone you would want to encounter in the woods this late at night."

Releasing her chin, he throws the end of the rope over a branch and pulls with arms that are thick with muscle. Inch by inch, he lifts her until she hangs just far enough off the soft turf below so that her oversized breasts are just barely brushing the blades of grass.

Her mind races as the realization dawns that he is going to leave her like this for two hours. And during that time, she will be stimulated by every tiny motion as she dangles there and the grass tickles one of her most sensitive places. It will be torture of the worst kind, and she feels the goddess stirring in her at the prospect.

The scraping of metal on leather draws her attention and she sees the large hunting knife the lion has pulled from his belt gleaming in the darkness of the woods. She feels enough strength returned to her that she struggles and makes herself swing slightly, "Ugh!"

He makes a calming motion with his hand, "Don't worry lass, this won't hurt." He steps up to the wide eyed skunkette and reaches behind her. She feels a tug on the thong that holds her loincloth in place, and with a gentle flick her loincloth falls to the grass under her. She can feel the night's coolness on her wet and sensitive nethers. Her cheeks heat and the inside of her ears turn a deeper shade of pink a she blushes, the clear smell of a skunkette in heat filling the woods around her.

The smell gives her pause; she isn't in heat... In fact, she had come out of heat a few weeks ago, her heat should still be months off.

She feels the goddess inside laughing at her own little trap she has set for this hunter and sitting back with a gloating smile as she indicates her servant should enjoy this. This is a trap which no red-blooded heterosexual male can resist without a will beyond that of a mortal in her experience.

The lion's expression looks puzzled as he sniffs the air, "That is odd." He looks down at her, "You weren't in heat until I cut off your loincloth. There is something... familiar."

The goddess is confused more as the lion doesn't immediately rip his clothing off to mount her with the natural weapon she seeks. Instead, he pulls out a time and weather aged notebook and starts to flip through its leaves. The skunkette feels her strength returning to her and she tries to exert her strength to break the ropes and take this male as hers.

He ignores her struggles as he taps a page and sighs, "I should have guessed. You got someone else in there with you don't you lass?" He holds up the small tome and presents it where she can see it. Surrounded by hand scribbled notes she can barely understand is the ancient symbol for the goddess she is paired with, "You're a chosen of Sliphor aren't you, Amazonian Goddess of the hunt, nature, fertility, and sex."

She looks up at him with eyes as wide as saucers as she nods the tiniest of motions.

The goddess inside her is shocked to find an outsider, a non-follower who knows of her, how can this be? She feels the goddess surge forward and take over, her own consciousness slipping into the backseat. The only visible sign of the change of ownership is a glowing of the goddess' power from her eyes.

Her voice, normally a perfectly pitched soprano comes with an otherworldly echo as the goddess uses her vocal cords, "Who are you hunter? How do you know of things which few have learned in these last three hundred years?"

The lion nods and puts his small notebook away in its pouch under his cloak, "You really don't know me? I know it's been some time, but we met before. You were not in this vessel of course, but you were still a looker then, I think your vessel then was a young jaguar named Crisia if my memory serves." He taps his chin for a moment and nods, "Yes, Crisia of the Amazonian warriors. You might remember you failed to catch me then too. Have I really changed so much that you wouldn't recognize me?"

The skunkette observing this from the back seat of her own mind is shocked and can clearly feel the goddess' surprise as her voice whispers, "That was a hundred and forty-seven years ago... You cannot be him..."

The lion chuffs, "Heh, you, a goddess who has existed for millennia uncounted questions a mortal living beyond a mere hundred years?"

The hunter smiles as he pulls up his Aether Goggles and his deep blue eyes delve into the ice blue of the skunkette. In the darkness his eyes glow with a vital power that she remembers, the only male to ever resist her and yet, she still claimed him then too. "Thomas..." she croaks out as she recognizes him and says a name not mentioned in over a century.

The lion chuckles as the name comes from her lips, "I haven't gone by that name in many years. To hide my secret, I change it about every forty years and move on." He strokes a gentle hand through her hair to rub her behind one ear, "You can call me Great White Hunter, or your vessel can call me Theodore, Ted for short."

She closes her eyes and accepts the caress with a tilt of her head to feel his touch firm, "Yes, my hunter."

The lion smiles, "Let me talk to your vessel. I know what you want, but she gets a say in this too."

The skunkette's eyes return to the normal non-glowing ice blue and he nods, "I can smell the goddess' influence and know what she wants. But you have a saying in this too as it is your body."

"She is in agreement, and there is only one way to bring her to the front again and let her stay there. It is why I don't come to the front of her consciousness often." The skunkette smiles, "And you know what that is as you performed this service for me before young hunter."

The lion guffaws, "Not so young anymore I think, but young compared to you." He rubs his chin and examines the bound skunkette's suspended before him in all her beauty and sexual glory, "I admit you have selected a beautiful servant and I am tempted."

Closing her eyes, she moans with her otherworldly voice making it sound like a breeze through the forest, "Mmmmm, do I have to beg? I can tell even with your willpower you are feeling the effects of her pheromones. Please give us what we desire, what we want, what we need!" this last coming out a whine.

The lion frowns, "I need to know she wants this. You know my rules, they haven't changed since we last met. My flesh wants you, but I am not ruled by my flesh. You know I long ago learned to control base urges and can hold out probably longer than you can."

"Ugh..." she grunts as she wiggles in her bonds. With a focus of will she tries to let her vessel come forward to converse with the lion, but the strain is great and the skunkette is awed by this male's ability to resist and dictate terms with a goddess.

The soprano voice is missing the otherworldly echo as she begs, "Please sir, we need this. The goddess' power is driving me insane with lust... I need to breed! Please, help..." She closes her eyes again and with a shiver she is once more in the backseat, only an observer in her body. However, even in the backseat she can feel everything happening to her body, and she is looking forward to enjoying this if the goddess' memories are even remotely correct in their recollection of this male.

The goddess back in control, her voice resumes the strange tone that means he is talking to a being far more than she appears, "You have spoken with her, please help with the burning lust. It has been too long since I have felt your touch."

The lion smiles down at her and strokes her cheek, "One more question, her name?"

The goddess croons at his touch, "She is called Tiffany when I am not inspiring her. When we are together, as now, you may call us Amazon."

"As my goddess wishes," he says as he removes his hand from her cheek.

He reaches down and undoes the front of his trousers. The female smiles in delight as she sees the already turgid length that has been tenting his trousers free from of its sheath and seemingly eager to reacquaint itself with her in this new flesh.

She tries to reach for it, but the bindings still hold her tight and she whimpers, "You always were a tease." She sticks out her pink tongue to try and reach the hot organ she can smell just out of her reach.

He chuckles as he smiles down at the writhing female and removes a clockwork device from under his cloak, "This will ensure us privacy for a little while. I don't very well want someone else to interrupt."

She nods eagerly as he places the device to one side and it comes to life, a blue field energizing around them and silencing the noise of the outside world. She gives him a broad smile, "I see the Hunter has learned new tricks since our last meeting."

He grins as he takes the step forward required to let her run her tongue over his rod. "Ooooh," they moan in mutual satisfaction as she savors his taste and he her exhilarates in the warmth of her wet mouth.

He grips her hair, his thumbs playing with her ears as he slowly sinks more of this shaft into her eager mouth. She opens her jaw wide, closes her eyes, and relaxes her throat to let him sink the entire length into her eager mouth. Feeling his pubic fur on her nose she wraps her lips around the very base and wetting the fur of his sheath with her tongue.

"Damn Amazon, you are as good as I remember." He mutters as he slowly withdraws and buries his length in her muzzle. With each full thrust in she slips her tongue between her lip and his shaft to wet her white furred scrotum and feel the weight of his cubmakers.

She smiles and winks at him before closing her eyes again and enjoying the feel, smell, and taste of this virile male, this hunter who has captured her heart again. A thin trickle of salty precum leaks on her tongue and she purrs at the thought that this was her saltlick, and now that she found it again, she would not let it go. She starts to hum on his shaft, making him gasp, "I take that back... you've learned more."

He grits his teeth in concentration as he continues to enjoy her mouth for several more minutes before he finally pulls back and out of her reach.

"Ahhh!" she moans as she tries to recapture the pulsing length in her hungry maw. She was so close to getting a tummy full of his kitten cream and she wants her reward.

"Wow," he sighs, "You have improved from what I recall. But I don't think my prey gets her reward just yet."

He spins her on the rope that suspends her, making her nipples brush across the grass that tickles them and she gives a giggle, "Hehe! That tickles, please let me have my kitty's cream." She tries to use big innocent eyes, but it fails when he can still see the glowing power of the goddess in those eyes.

"I don't think you get your tummy full quite yet Amazon," he chuckles as he pets the skunkette's silky pelt. Running a hand over her posterior he gives it a squeeze with one hand while his other slides up her belly to cup on of her breasts and heft the weight.

Circling his palm over her sensitive nipple elicits a strong response, "Ahhh! Please... Don't tease! I need this fire extinguished!"

He purrs, "And I don't think painting your tonsils will do that lass." He swats her rear again eliciting another moan. He smiles as he notices some of her nectar dripping onto the grass under her, "How long have you been trying to catch me?"

The goddess whimpers, "Weeks. Ever since I found out there was a hunter stalking the city and no one knew who he was." She looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a knowing grin, "I never thought it was you."

He swats her rear again and enjoy how her ass jiggles, "If you had known?"

She responds with a toothy grin, "You would be the one tied up now, not me."

He smirks as he pulls the leather glovers from his hands, "But alas, here you are in my clutches. Much like last time as I recall." Running his now bare fingers along the crease of her ass to where her sweet-smelling nectar is leaking. Wetting his fingers without penetrating her and brings those dripping fingers to her nose and smears her own fluid there.

Taking a deep breath of her own pheromones the skunkette sighs, "Please... Please ease the ache, I need you..."

He spins her around and kneels between her thighs to smell her sweet and intoxicating scent. "I might be convinced," he says as he leans in to run his rough feline tongue over her swollen and sensitive nub.

"Ahhh!" she cries out as the sandpaper of his tongue rasps over her sensitive button. "AAHHHHH!" she screams as he laps several more times in rapid succession until her canal spasms, trying to clench on an intruding member that isn't there.

The hunter's laughing purrs fill the woods, "That was a good start I think."

Feeling him stop she hangs her head and gasps for breath. "You're mean," she whimpers as she closes her eyes.

"So, mean you don't want this?" he says as she suddenly feels herself speared on his shaft.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screams as she tries to arch her back from the forceful intrusion into her still spasming sex of the girth she has been begging for. "YES!!!" she screams at his second thrust which triggers a second orgasm that makes her entire body shake in bliss.

One hand on her hip he growls as his other wraps itself in her hair as he slams into her with enough force that his full balls swing forward to hammer her sensitive clit. "Grrrrrr, you're tighter than the last time," he grunts as he keeps pulling her back onto his shaft.

She gasps for breath as she is pounded out of her mind. "Please..." she gasps. "Now!" she cries out and she feels him slam a final hard thrust into her depths and the long missed sensation of his fangs as with roar he grabs her neck in a love bite and holds on as his scrotum pulls up tight to his body and she can feel the tensing of his shaft the precedes the flood of kitten batter that fills her womb. His arms encircle her to pull her body tight against his, taking her weight off the rope supporting her.

All she can do is hang there, her back arched in orgasm against the strong male behind her while her entire body tenses and quivers in the most powerful orgasm she's had in ages. Her arms and legs fall limp to the ground as the ropes that were holding her bound suddenly dissolve and her finds herself only supported by the jaws holding her neck, the strong arms circling her, and the still pulsing shaft buried deep in her pussy.

As the tidal wave of fluid eases to a trickle the lion slowly lowers her to the grass below. Leaving his still hard shaft impaling her he releases her neck and nuzzles with a few grooming licks to her neck.

"How can you resist her?" asks the skunkette between gasping breaths, the glow gone from here eyes and the otherworldly voice of the goddess gone.

He noses into her hair and sighs, "Lots of years studying meditation lass." He lifts his head and looks down at her, "Are you alright? Sorry I was a bit rough there. She knows how to bring it out in me."

The skunkette sighs, "That was the best fuck I've had in my life. That's nothing to apologize for." She looks sideways at him, "I did ask for it if you recall."

The lion chuckles as he slowly pulls himself free of her vice-grip on his shaft. "What now lass?" he asks as he stands and offers her a hand.

She takes his hand but only to kneel as she grins up at the lion. "Well, first I clean this," she gives his still hard member a long lick with her silky tongue. Pressing the wet and coated member to her cheek while her other hand fondles his jewels in their pouch, "Then we decide your place or mine for a long talk I think."

He grins down at her, "Sounds like this was a good hunt, for us both."

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