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Primal Hunt Story by Raziel

His heart was pounding in his chest so hard that it felt like it was about to explode through his rib-cage. He'd been on the run for days already. Rest had been a precious commodity, a nap here, a moment to catch his breath there. The hallway he ran through was dark and cluttered with fallen debris from the attack that had devastated it. He tried to stay out of the open air as much as he could, but sometimes, he didn't have a choice. He entered a plaza, taking a moment to analyse his surroundings. The overturned tables, the broken ceiling and shattered walls. He realised that this hadn't been a plaza originally; it'd been a food-court before it happened. The exposure to the elements encouraging nature to start claiming it back; a tree, small but clearly growing, emerged from a crater in the tiled floor. Raised tiles radiated outward, hinting at other plants and roots finding their way below. There was one other exit; one that'd take him truly outside into the remains of a thoroughfare. He could see the remains of proud skyscrapers against the grey air and found himself wondering if he could move from building to building using whatever was left of the many skybridges that used to connect them. Looking around the old food-court, he took off the backpack he'd scavenged from an abandoned outdoor-store the day before. Weighing it in one hand, he decided that he had enough food for now and shouldn't waste time on getting more at this moment. His heart skipped a beat and his senses sharpened from a spike of adrenaline; was that a faint snorting sound he'd heard behind him? He could sense something closing in despite the lack of confirmation by the sound repeating itself. His pursuer must've found his trail again. Frustration welled up. He let it fuel him, forcing his tired legs to carry him further.

The street outside was a mess of wreckages; silent witnesses to the suddenness of the attack. Nobody had seen it coming. Nobody knew who's finger it had been that pressed the button. After the initial devastation, a strange plague followed and the entire city and surrounding countryside was deemed too dangerous, and an exclusion zone had been called into existence. He felt stupid for violating it, but the sightings and odd reports from along the cordon had proven to be too seductive to his curiosity. The potential for profit had been too much for his greed. Now he was being hunted. He should've known getting in was too easy. He'd popped in-and-out of city limits a few times without trouble. Even then he sensed they were watching him, but he wrote it off as nerves and paranoia. A glance of something moving dismissed as a shadow. Only now did he realise that they'd lured him in purposefully. He'd managed to avoid them, dodge them until now. He used every trick he could think of; small passages they wouldn't fit through, changing clothes when he found an old department store and using his old ones to set out a false path by slathering it with some food and letting rats drag it away. In all of that, he'd gotten lost; the old map he had of the city useless with so many collapsed buildings and sinkholes barring his path. Even now, the direction that he felt would take him out of the city was blocked by a high-rise that'd broken in half and fallen across the avenue. He cursed to himself before his eyes analysed his surroundings again...perhaps there was a way through if he could reach one of the higher windows. Around the skyscraper, the road had caved-in, making it impossible to make the jump. Unless... His eyes remained fixed an old bus, precariously balanced over the edge of the sinkhole.

His hands ached when he climbed the metal of the old bus, filled with strewn skeletal remains. Despite the rust caked everywhere, it was still quite solid. He breathed in and out heavily a few times, before breaking into a sprint. His arms and legs pumped as his feet slammed on the metal again and again; the sound reverberating through the abandoned streets. He launched himself off the front of the bus, legs wheeling in the air. He grunted when his hands caught the lamppost that stuck out of the debris at an angle; the shock hurt his shoulders but he bit through it and struggled to climb on top of it. The post shifted under his weight after already dropping on his first impact. It wasn't going to hold. Now or never. He jumped just as the pole fell completely, the added weight wrenching the bottom out of the debris. The air was pushed out of his lungs when he hit the old fire-escape and slid down the old metal. He grasped it firmly and climbed on top of it, the escape straining as he went, and reached for a window. He carefully placed his hands between the shards of glass remaining in the frame, and hoisted himself inside without getting cut.

He balanced on the frame, looking down a hallway-turned-vertical shaft. Directly ahead was a different corridor perpendicular to this one; he jumped and made it easily. The building had been old; its corridors were narrow enough to allow him to just reach the doors that were now in the ceiling. He tried a few at random and found one unlocked. It fell open as he turned the handle, stepping aside as he did so to avoid anything that might fall out. Dust and small debris was spilled at his feet. He pulled himself through and continued on his way. Traversing the fallen building was maddening and it quickly turned into an instinct-driven gauntlet that he barely remembered, clambering through partially-collapsed corridors. At last he saw the faint light of day through a window above. He climbed despite his fingers being cut and painful and his legs cramping and begging for rest. Then he suddenly was on top; breathing fresh air being pushed forward by a coming rainstorm. Rocks fell somewhere and he instantly dropped to his belly. He crawled to the edge, holding his breath as he peeked around what was once a corner.

Down below, a slender, furred form was sniffing around, emerging cautiously from the food-court he'd been in before. He imagined he could see the shark-like grin of the creature, the shining, yellow eyes. The grey-white fur was already familiar enough. It sniffed around some more, turning its head left and right as if waiting at the pedestrian crossing. It remained oddly still for a moment and then bounded away with a growl. He had to stifle a laugh; it went in the wrong direction, wrongfully assuming he'd chosen the path of least resistance. He rolled onto his back and breathed out, but not too long; he knew that if he stopped moving now, he'd fall asleep for who knows how long. He still needed to find shelter. Then he'd rest. Perhaps get a chance to forage for more food. Getting back down to the street had proven to be much easier; a section on this side of the fallen building had collapsed further, but the façade had remained mostly intact. It wouldn't be an amusement-park slide but much easier than the climb he had behind him. He paced himself, moving slower than he felt he could; a wrong step and a fall could easily lead to a broken ankle or worse. And even a broken ankle would be incapacitating. Relief washed over him when he reached the asphalt again; he might have saved as much as a day trying to go around it in a maze of collapses and sinkholes. Not to mention shaking his pursuer. He forced his exhausted body to keep walking and yet again he stuck to the buildings so he could dodge inside at a moment's notice. Or a glimpse of moving shadow.

Rain started pattering on the asphalt, a little at first, but then more started to fall. Lightning split the sky and a fierce wind began to pick up. He realised he needed shelter; with so much damage, who knew what the rain might start to shift. He almost collapsed when he'd found a hidey-hole in the bones of an old department store. He breathed in relief at finally being able to rest. He was lying snugly in what used to be an information-booth; a hole carefully made so he could observe the exit without having to poke his head out. At the entrance, he'd carefully placed some empty bottles and cans in ways that'd make them fall if anyone entered as an early-warning system. Not wanting to risk attracting attention by making a fire, he wrapped himself in a blanket and ate some of the food he had with him. It was cheap stuff, cookies, crisps, the drink just a simple soda, but it tasted like ambrosia to him. Sleep came easily afterwards.

And it just as easily left him. The loud rattle of a falling bottle had woken him. In the light from outside, he saw the unmistakable, shark-like profile of his hunter sniffing around. The eyes were lit pinpricks in a black profile. He shifted silently, getting ready to run if he had to. Instead, the creature growled to itself, a peculiar hissing sound audible along with it, and then slowly walked away. He knew he had been compromised, and was glad he'd checked if the store had multiple exits. He went for the one directly opposed the one where he saw his pursuer. Moving quickly and silently and low to the ground, ears piqued for the slightest sound of chase. He saw the light of the other exit ahead and resisted the urge to sprint once again. Almost there.

Then the shadow was on him with a roar. A shark-like grin of sharp, thin teeth gleamed at him from just below the top of the doorframe. The grin didn't fade as his pursuer let itself fall to the floor soundlessly, its eyes ablaze with joy. The mouth opened and a long tongue licked its lips, no doubt savouring the meal to come. The mouth moved. "You evaded me for days...I am impressed." All thought-processes faltered at that moment of pure dumbstruck. "...You...you can talk?" The creature shifted, the grin fixed on its face. "Surprised? Intelligence isn't reserved for bipedals, even though you seem to prefer to think so." He tried to slip past, but found his escape blocked every time. The creature was larger than he was, but faster despite that. Powerful paws dug into the floor for purchase in anticipation for any move on his part. The creature's mouth opened, emphasizing the grin even further before it licked its lips once again. "Still...you were fun to hunt. You lasted much longer than I thought you would." It cocked its head, seemingly contemplating. "If I'd known in advance, I'd have let one of the other females go after you." In charged him in a burst of speed and at that moment, he felt his legs fail, falling back on his arse and using his arms to cover his face for the inevitable. Instead of pain, he could hear it sniff at him. For the first time, he smelled the musky odour of the creature itself, a strange, heady scent. The creature exhaled, and he felt the hot breath wash over him. "Hmm...I wonder." A giant claw extended to him; only now did he notice the opposable thumbs and general similarity to hands. It slashed and he yelped in reflex. With a single, shift rip, the creature had torn away the clothing on his front, his shirt reduced to scraps and revealing his toned torso. His pants were also wrecked, exposing him entirely. He didn't dare move as he watched the creature eye him with a strange glint. "Perhaps we can...help each other." The creature sat on its haunches in front of him, the grin thinned to a black line but still present. "This merry chase has left me in the midst of heat and no male in sight. Holding out feels quite unpleasant for sergals...except..." It took a moment for him to understand the implication. He shook his head. "You can't..." Teeth bared and for a moment the grin disappeared. "I could also feed on you right here and now and make my way back."

He didn't know how to respond to that. Instead he stared at her and details about the sergal's form started to finally sink in. Despite the feral, quadrupedal look, it had some curious, humanlike qualities. A puffed-up part of the fur seemed to hide a set of breasts; they were slim just like the rest of her form, but certainly there. There was something else about the being too that seemed to ooze sensuality. She shifted slightly, changing her pose from that of a predator ready to pounce to something else, something that seemed inviting. Shapely calves hiding tightened and relaxed slowly as she rocked back-and-forth. Her scent also seemed to intensify, making his nostrils quiver as it hit him. Despite the initial revulsion of the idea, it still seemed better than to be torn apart at that moment. "I...okay." She grinned. "Good." Before he realised what happened, she pounced on him faster in the blink of an eye, slamming him flat on his back among the ruins. She was much heavier than he was despite the lithe form, indicating that most of it must have been pure muscle. The long, prehensile tongue emerged from behind the wicked teeth and lapped gently at his face. "Let's have fun." He froze up when he saw something move down below as she crouched over him. A strange tentacle that had initially been in position to protect her intimate folds lifted away; old biology classes floated to the surface of his memory unprompted and making him realise that it'd corresponded to clitoral hood that developed into a much more proactive form. He gasped when the tentacle proved prehensile and wrapped around his cock gently, squeezing and rubbing him all around. The sergal leaned forward and put her powerful claws to the floor next to him, subtly pinning him in place further despite not actively grasping him. The way she leaned in brought the fluffy fur covering her breasts closer to his face and her scent intensified. He squirmed involuntarily when his body started to make decisions for him while at the same time he felt himself grow. "Hmmm...your kind seems well-endowed for your size," her tongue extended again. "All the better for me."

The air was forced out of his lungs when she pushed down on him hard, using the tentacle to guide his cock into her pussy fully on first thrust. Her claws dug deep grooves into the ground inches from his head. She ground her hips against him, her toothed maw opening wide with pleasure. Despite her size dwarfing his, her slit was remarkably tight and he felt every movement and motion she made. Pain and pleasure became mixed as she slapped on him again and again, her superior strength slamming his hips into the floor mercilessly. He began to move with her, instinct taking over and being carried by a wave of lust and instinct unchained by primal pleasure and something in her scent. She looked down with bright eyes, just before her tongue extended and lapped him across the cheek and lips. Her flavour was oddly sweet and similar to the scent that permeated her being. He felt his climax come closer as her wet pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing and milking the throbbing member.

And then she stopped, pinning him between her hips and the floor by weight alone. "Still want to run away, little pet?" He shook his head. "Good. Then let's see what you can do." She lifted herself off him and turned around, her tail lifted away and presenting herself. He didn't wait for further voiced invitation when the sight of her gleaming wet, quivering snatch was more than enough. He stood up, the shredded remains of his clothing fluttering to the floor as he did, and took up position behind her. His hands could feel the curve of her hips through her fur before grasping firmly and he already felt the curious tentacle feel around to grasp and position him. And then she pushed back hard. He groaned and began thrusting immediately plunging into her again and again as she moved to meet him. The tentacle slithered between his legs and tickled his balls, making the tightness in his belly increase much faster than expected. Finding himself leaning forward as he kept thrusting against her, his nose came close to her fur again, letting it tickle his chest and breathing in her inebriating scent with each gasp and moan. Her claws tore into the floor as she shivered with impending orgasm and her slit clenched around his rod fiercely. "Harder!" The tentacle started to urge him on, turning his fierce thrusts into shorter, almost frantic ones where the tip of his member kept touching her depths. His arms wrapped around the sergal's slender form, brushing through the bushy fur on her chest and indeed finding a set of pert tits hidden by the fluff. She clenched around him even tighter - provoking a groan - when his palms pressed on her erect nipples, the mere touch sending waves of heat through her body. Her tongue dangled out of her mouth, dripping saliva and curling with the mounting desire that brought her to climax fast. She snarled and roared in the throes of orgasm, her tentacle wrapping around his balls and squeezing them, the mild shock of pain suddenly dragging him across the line as well. He gasped with the surges of desire when he came released inside her pussy, his seed adding to the heat. His legs gave out again and she let him pull her sideways to the ground. He slid out of her, and the tentacle instantly folded back reflexively, capturing his gift inside her slit.

She was so warm and soft that he didn't want to let go. Unfortunately, true to her predatory nature, she recuperated much faster than he did and stood up. The shark-like grin returned. "I'm leaving now. You have two...no...three hours. With that soft, pink skin of yours you probably need some time to scavenge some coverings," the smile widened wickedly. "Good luck." It took a moment for survival instinct to break through the haze. "Oh, shit." The sergal slipped out into the open air, quickly climbing the building and hiding in an alcove. She licked her lips and felt certain she'd be able to catch him again before he'd be able to exit the ruins. It took more than a single, meagre mating to slake a sergal's lust during heat. Her heart pounded at the prospect of taking up the hunt again, especially against such resourceful prey.