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Caleb couldn't believe the scene unfolding before him. The 5'8" collie's frame was wracked by a nervous energy which exploded out from his throbbing cock like an oil fire burning through his nerves. The zebra's naked body was almost statuesque as the canine's eyes roamed over it, drinking it in with a desperate need as the equine moved towards the small pond.

I wonder if he'd like me, the boy thought bashfully as he adjusted his position behind the tree he had pressed himself against. His black fur was a dark shadow against the night-time backdrop of breeze tickled trees and prickly foliage, and for at least a few moments the boy forgot about the situation he had found himself in. He had signed up for the competition on a bet, a whim on the part of his friend who had decided the collie wouldn't last an hour; Caleb had proven him wrong, lasting well into the first night of the contest, but that minor victory hadn't yet assured his survival.

The boy's dick was an aching rod of steel against the cool bark of the maple tree he had taken as his hiding spot. The bushes around him provided some security from prying eyes, and the leaves which jostled and waved above him like dancers provided some shelter from the looming moonlight which permeated the night air. The zebra hadn't noticed the boy's gleaming green eyes as they followed his movements towards the pond, how they widened slightly when the stiff-dicked equine first stepped into the seemingly benign water, nor how the boy moaned when he saw his fellow competitor be dragged helplessly beneath the water's surface. When the large male didn't reappear, the collie slid down into a crouch; was it really that dangerous here that even a simple pond could end him?

The collie turned to press his back against the tree, sitting at its base now with his dick sticking nearly straight up from between his thighs. The sounds and smells of the forest washed over him, lulling him into a sense of security which, in turn, gave him the courage to stroke his needy dick. Minutes passed like this, the soft titter of nightbirds in the canopy overhead the boy's only companion. It was the snap of a twig in the distance which finally woke the canine's senses, his eyes shooting open and his paw stopping its rhythmic jerking of his shaft.

The silence which followed was un-nerving. The Nighthawk which had been calling for its mate from the tree next to the collie's had fallen silent, as had the other animals in the area; something was here. The boy looked back around the tree he had taken as cover and saw the 'pond' still shimmering silently in the moonlight. The hideous certainty that it had slithered out of its ditch to claim him had grabbed the collie's mind so tightly he found himself staring, certain that his eyes were betraying him.

"I can smell you, boy" the taunting call drifted through the air like some half-corporeal ghost, pulling on Caleb's nerves and drawing his gaze away from the pond. The voice was deep, powerful and demanding. The owner of the voice- and no doubt the one who had snapped that branch- seemed to pay no mind to giving his intended prey some warning that he was there. "Come out now and I'll make it quick; I get angrier when I have to hunt my supper." Again, the tone which oozed beneath the almost playful offer hid something that had the boy scared more by what the voice didn't say, rather than what it did. Caleb's only relief was the safety offered by the dense hiding spot he had found; surely he was safe here?

The sound of slow plodding footsteps began to wear on the collie's confidence. The unmistakable signs of movement were growing closer, the rustling of leaves as a large body passed by a bush, or the crackle of dried leaves on the forest floor. These things- and more- had Caleb sinking back down onto his haunches, eyes wide and heart racing like a marathon runner readying themselves for the final stretch. At last, movement caught the young canine's eyes. Amidst the dancing shadows, interspersed by dancing moonlight which filtered through the trees, a Tiger appeared.

The male was large, easily 7' tall and he looked hungry. The feline's cock was bouncing stiffly as he walked, pre-cum glistening on its tip as those ferocious yellow eyes scanned the darkness around him.

"I can smell your cock, boy. It wants me to find you, doesn't it?" The tiger's svelte voice curled around the collie, tugging at his throbbing desire and threatening to pull him right from his hiding spot. "It wants to feel me against you, yes? To feel my teeth as I take you as my bitch; I've been on the move all day, boy, and now I need to play." As the tiger spoke he continued his search, drawing closer to the collie's hiding spot as though he knew exactly where Caleb was hiding and was simply playing the fool as he goaded his prey on.

The rules had never specified that it had to be a creature or environmental danger which removed boys from the competition, and clearly the tiger had seen this loophole as an invitation to take matters into his own hands. The tiger's body was powerful, and Caleb could smell the hint of his musk on the mischievous breeze which blew through his sweat-beaded fur. The thought of the Zebra exiting the contest in the clutches of that pool bubbled to the forefront of Caleb's thoughts as he watched the tiger hunt for him amidst the bushes. He could run, perhaps he'd even get away; a part of the canine's mind stopped him, however. It urged him to remain hidden, to take his chances; the tiger might be bluffing.

It happened quickly. The collie could feel his muscles begin to tense, acting without orders as they readied themselves for flight. The tiger was perhaps 10 feet away, and if he could smell the collie before, there was no doubt he could smell him now. Finally, Caleb broke through the bush like a bullet. His feet carried him swiftly, but the tiger had been waiting for this inevitable move on his prey's part. As quickly as the collie moved, the tiger moved just as fast. The large male's body twisted, falling upon all four paws as he threw a snarl towards the fleeing canine; his claws tore through the sod of the forest floor as he began to give chase, throwing chunks of dirt from the leaf-dusted ground as he moved.

Caleb's breath came in controlled spurts of ragged desperation. His muscles were lean and strong, but the tiger was still gaining on him. Trees moved through the collie's field of view like blurs amongst blurs, only the path before him and the occasional rock jutting from the ground clear to the collie's eyes. Behind him he could hear the heavy footsteps of the tiger, and for at least a few seconds the boy could swear he felt the tacky heat of the predator's breath. At points the darkness grew so thick that the collie felt as though he were swimming through it, only the distant light of an opening in the canopy giving him any sense of direction at all.

"Stop running, boy!" roared a voice behind him. It was close, but not as close as the collie had thought it would be. "You'll only die tired!" Caleb didn't slow. By the time the boy did begin to slow his run-- his chest burning with the exertion-- a thin line of light had begun to grow on the horizon. Despite the blazing radiance which continued to build in the distance, the collie was still well shadowed amidst the trees. There was no sound of pursuit now, and Caleb allowed himself a moment of rest.

"I told you that you'd die tired, boy" purred a voice in the boy's ear even as he knelt down behind one of the trees to dry heave after the intensive run. Caleb's ears pricked and he tried to scramble to his feet, still retching out stale air and strings of cloying spittle. The paws that came down on his shoulders were like bricks. The collie was thrown face down onto the ground and could only groan out as he tried to climb back to his quivering knees. Once again he felt a weight come down on him and Caleb cried out. His head raised, the boy was treated to the sight of the tiger's dick only inches from his muzzle. The feline was sitting on his knees directly in front of the sprawled out canine, his thighs spread and his cock pointed right at the captured canine.

"End of the road." The tiger's words were almost comforting to the collie. His fear dissipated as the certainty that he was cat-food sunk into his mind. A kind of acceptance washed over the collie who could only stare at the tiger's oozing cock almost appreciatively; he could beg, he could fight, but he doubted either would get him very far. The boy resisted only when he was flipped over, those powerful paws curling around one of his shoulders before he was rolled onto his back and forced to look up at the tiger who had hunted him down. The male was grinning down at his prey sardonically, certain that he had run the fight right out of the doomed collie. Chest heaving, Caleb's head tilted back, grudgingly exposing his throat as he closed his eyes in the hopes the successful predator would make his death quick.

"Oh. I'm not that kind of hungry, boy" chuckled the tiger. Still, Caleb felt a warmth begin to crawl over the top of his head and engulf his ears.

_ 'Dear God, he's going to eat me whole!'_ thought the canine, mortified. The tiger was moaning heavily even as Caleb's eyes shot open. The large male was still towering above Caleb but still that warmth continued to creep across the boy's forehead. The scent of musk was overpowering by now and it was only as rubbery pink flesh crept over his eyes, blotting out the growing dawn light, that Caleb realized what was happening! The collie's struggles resumed in earnest, but it was far too late. The overpowering scent of the tiger's pre-cum as his dick continued to devour its prey was intoxicating. Caleb's body thrust and bucked, hips lifting from the forest floor only to be pushed down roughly by the tiger's paws once again.

Caleb could feel pre-cum trickling over his body as more and more of it vanished into the tiger's un-naturally distorting cock. The clear fluid only made it easier for the tiger's dick to slide over his shoulders and chest. As shocked as he was by the sudden development, Caleb could only kick his feet even as his arms were immobilized by the surprisingly powerful tiger-flesh. Darkness surrounded him, tinted only by a pinkness from the stretched skin of the tiger's shaft; how long would it take? Caleb was already gasping for breath as panic tore the last remaining air from his lungs. He had already been engulfed up to his stomach, trim belly offering little resistance to the hungry need of the tiger's body.

When Caleb's head finally breached into the confines of the tiger's balls, he could taste poignant cum wash over his lips. 'How is this possible?' demanded the frantic thoughts which raced through Caleb's mind. How was the tiger managing this!? However the collie had found himself in this situation, he desperately fought against the inevitable thought that he had just been devoured by a large tiger's dick; that Caleb could feel his own cock reacting only made the situation all the worse, it was a humiliation that buried itself inside the dog's gut and refused to give way. As the gaping 'mouth' of the tiger's penis neared the collie's cock, a pair of heavy paws curled around it and began to pump. It was not the calm stroking of a lover, but the powerful demands of a conqueror. Despite himself, Caleb moaned out, body bucking instinctively as his toes curled.

"You're mine, pup" came a muffled purr from somewhere in the darkness which surrounded Caleb. The paws continued to tug on his dick, milking the boy one last time as either a final mercy, or final taunt; whichever it was, Caleb could only play his role. He had run out of air minutes earlier and the squeaking moans which forced themselves breathlessly from his muzzle weren't helping. Each time the collie tried to breathe in now, cum flooded his mouth. Somewhere between the time that the Universe began to explode before Caleb's dying eyes, and he passed out, the boy came. In his airless daze, Caleb could hear the chortle of pleased laughter which rumbled from his captor as thick cum fountained from Caleb's dick.

Several powerful pulses of cum-- hidden from Caleb's own gaze-- glistened in the youthful daylight as it landed amidst the collie's thighfur. His hips bucked once, twice, three times then fell still as the tiger's dick greedily sucked them into its length. The collie's pleasure provided a comfortable haze that sapped the panic from his muscles. That was how the collie died; his cum-filled muzzle was cracked in a traitorous smile, locked away the depths of the tiger's balls.

The tiger looked down in satisfaction as he coaxed his dick to continue to absorb its prey. When the collie's legs finally fell still the tiger frowned.

"He didn't last very long at all, did he, precious?" sighed the dominant tiger. He sat back comfortably, legs still spread to allow his enormous cock some room to do its work. The male's girth had grown considerably, puffing up to allow the collie's body to slide down its length. Now nearly 8' long and perhaps half that wide, the tiger's dick was a monstrous beast of oozing pre-cum and needy flesh. Dawn had come in full force, orange glow giving way to a startling brightness that only served to make the contours of Caleb's body all the more obvious as it slunk lifelessly into the tiger's waiting balls. Within minutes, the boy was gone entirely.

"Unh... fuck..." gasped the tiger as he thrust his hips up slightly. His cock rose from the ground, bouncing up before bumping back against the ground. Every inch of it was aflame with pleasure, thick lancelets of lust impaling the tiger's guts as he downed his prey. "So full..." he panted. It was almost unbearable. The tiger could feel the pressure in his balls continue to grow as more of the collie made its trip down his shaft. Soon, his cock was dribbling hazy white fluid and he knew it was almost time.

"Ah... ah... fu..." The tiger lost himself in the pleasure of his situation. He felt like he was going to explode, and the anticipation was enthralling. He could feel the weight in his balls shift and churn as they tried to make room for their new occupant. It was a temporary issue, however, as already the outline of Caleb's body began to soften and smooth. Each minute made it a little easier on the feline's heavy sack as more of the collie broke down.

"Gotta... need... come on..." muttered the lust-drunk feline as he fell flat on his back. His large paws wheedled their way beneath the bulk of his dick and drug it up against himself, laying it on his own chest and belly. His head turned away from it as it flopped against the side of his head, the tiger's dick taller than he was by several feet now! The move was too much for him.

Though Caleb's body was not fully broken down, the tiger came powerfully. A geyser burst from the tip and created a divot in the ground that filled immediately with his thick cream. It poured, pulsed, sprayed and gurgled from his dick in a torrent of collie flavoured cum. Bits of black fur still floated amidst the white fluid.

The mighty feline howled as he tried to hold onto rational thought through the intensity of his orgasm. Everyone in the area would hear him, but the large male didn't care... let them come if they wanted to take him. As his orgasm finally began to taper off-- a river of cum rolling through the dirt above his head-- the tiger drew in a deep breath and found himself snapping to attention. Beneath the smell of his own cum, and the lingering scent of the collie's sweat, he smelled something; it was a welcome smell.

Rabbit.

He could use some dessert.