To hunt or be hunted
Hi!
You know the rutine, under 18, copyright, blah blah blah...
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*waits a second* everybody under 18 have left? Good.
Anyway this is my very first story and the longest paperwork I've ever written, so I would really like some positive feedback!
Oh, and by the way, thanks to Alphaetus for inspirating me and helping me with the story!
Enjoy!
-To hunt or be hunted-
It was hot on the african savannah, very hot, as always around midday, when the sun was at it's highest.
A wild dog snuck through the high grass, his ears alternately perking and relaxing, picking up any sound on the savannah. Normally Haraio loved the feeling of the savannah grass brush over his slender grey and brown body, but now all his consentration
was pointed at one thing: Her, his prey. He had been stalking her for hours, now he was just waiting for her to make a mistake. The wild dog slowly lifted his head over the high grass and there she was, with her back against him. He let his gaze wander over her body, her golden fur and powerful legs. Haraio grinned and licked his muzzle.
Dinner time, said his instinct. He started trotting forward, then increased to his full speed.
"She will never know what hit her", his mind chuckled.
Nevaeh looked up, ears perking, with blood dripling down her muzzle. She couldn't shake of the feeling of being followed.
The lioness looked down at the gazelle spasming in front of her, blood pouring out from where the throat used to be, before life left the small body. Not a big catch, but enough food for her alone. She had always been a lone wanderer, mostly keeping away from other lions. Not even when she was in heat did she try to find a male, she could hardly find enough food for herself, and cubs would only be a burden to her. She sighed and looked over to the dead gazelle, lying a few feet to her right.
Just as she turned around to begin eating, a brown and grey figure jolted out from the grass and grabbed the gazelle, running away with his stolen catch. For a moment she just stood there, then she snarled and sprinted after the soon-would-be-dead wild dog. The wild dog had surprised her and had therefore got a headstart of about a yard, but she slowly gained on the canine. Then he suddenly started taking a serie of akward turns that she could hardly follow, increasing his lead. Nevaeh cursed herself for beeing so tired, hunting the gazelle had taken most of her stamina.
After a while she just had to slow down, her body completely out of energy. She could only watch with anger as the wild dog ran away with HER dinner. Then she noticed his strong male scent, mixed with the smell of blood from the gazelle.
"You can run, but you can't hide", she said to herself as a devilish grin spread across her muzzle.
"Easier than I thought", Haraio said to himself when he walked into the gathering of trees that served as his place.
"I thought she would be more of a challenge to shake off, but she didn't even get close."
He laid the catch down by a large central tree and started stretching out after the long sprint.
After a few minutes he turned towards the gazelle.
"Time to eat", he chuckled and licked his muzzle.
Just as he bent down to take the first bite, he heard a snarling voice behind him: "Indeed..."
The wild dog spun around, just in time to get a giant paw at the side of the head, striking him down. The pain flashed before his right eye, his left one was already covered in blood pouring down from the wound. He tried to place a paw steadily on the ground in order to get up, but failed and drifted into unconciousness...
Nevaeh glared angrily at the canine as he fainted, then she bent her muzzle down and locked it around his throat, intending to finish him off. But then...something...made her stop.
She slowly released her grip around his throat and pulled a few feet away, staring at the canine in surprise.
Why couldn't she just kill the little fuzzball?
"Aww hell, I'm starting getting soft", she groaned to herself as she walked over to the gazelle and started eating on her, twice well-earned, prey, while she kept an eye on the wild dog.
Even though he was small, only half her size, she couldn't help to notice that he was well muscled, especially the hind legs.
"He may have outrun me, but that doesn't help him when he's easier to follow than a herd of wildeebeasts", she chuckled as she took good time to scan his entire body; his canine muzzle, the black line going up between his large round ears, blood still dripling from the wound right under his left ear. His slender neck, his grey, brown and black-spotted fur, his long thin legs that let him run so fast. Again she gazed upon his powerful hind legs and his long, fluffy tail. Then her eyes stopped on the bulge between his hind legs. Her mind instantly started whispering: Come on, you know you want him.....you haven't had a male for years.....look how cute he is, you think he's cute, don't you?
"NO!", she snapped, shaking her head violently to eradicate the voice. Noticing the wild dog had started to wake up, she got up and walked over to him.
Haraio blinked his eyes, then he whimpered as the pain came back to him.
"Oh my god, what a headache.....that's gonna stick for a while....", he mumbled to himself.
Then he suddenly remembered what had caused the headache.
"Shit....I wonder why she didn't kill me..."
A low growl made him look up and there she was, standing over him.
Before he could do anything, she had placed a paw on his throat, pushing it into the ground.
Haraio gasped for air and grabbed around the paw, trying to push it away, but to no avail.
He could feel himself slowly running out of air, until she finally loosened her grip a little, allowing him to breathe.
She growled down to him: "Trying to steal my dinner, eh?"
The wild dog smiled his most innocent smile.
"Who, me?", he said with an equally innocent voice.
Nevaeh growled angrily and tightened her grip again, her claws directly on his larynx, making him gasp. Then she bent down until her muzzle was just a few inches away from his and snarled, showing off rows of sharp teeth:
" Yes, you! Don't kid with me, puppy!"
"I wouldn't dare kidding with a big, angry lioness", Haraio assured her as he slowly rolled around so that he lay on his back, then he suddenly placed his hind legs on her chest, and kicked hard. The lioness rolled backwards and landed belly-down on the ground and before she could do anything, the wild dog had pounced her, pinning all of her paws on the ground with his own. Nevaeh tried to struggle, but found out that even though the canine was small, he was surprisingly strong. Haraio, on the other paw, found out that he was in a very vulnerable position. If he was to bite her throat, he had to release her hind paws, far to dangerous. He couldn't jump off and run either, he was far too dizzy to outrun her a second time.
"Let me go, you hairy little dung of flesh, or I'll skin you alive!", Nevaeh snarled up to the canine.
"Don't think so, I think you'll skin me anyway", Haraio said mockingly.
"Of course I will, you little fuzzball!"
"Are you....sure?", Haraio mocked as he suddenly lifted one of his hind legs, scratching her cunt lips with the claws.
Nevaeh let out an unvoluntary moan of surprise at the sudden burst of pleasure and started writhing under the canine.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?", Haraio chuckled as he started stroking his tail back and forth over her pussy.
"Y..yes...", she managed to say between gasps of pleasure, beginning to get fairly aroused.
"I knew you would", Haraio whispered into her ear before he released her, confident she wouldn't do anything, and lay down behind her, instantly starting to lick her cunt lips.
Nevaeh moaned at the constant pleasure of his tounge dragging over her cunt.
Haraio was getting quite aroused himself, his cock already poking out of it's sheat.
Haraio pulled his muzzle away, electing an angry growl from Nevaeh.
"Why did you stop, fuzzball?" Then she turned her head and saw his throbbing meat, poking straight at her soaked cunt.
"Are you ready for this?", Haraio asked.
The lioness nodded in approval as she grabbed hold of some tufts of grass.
Haraio grinned and grabbed hold of her hips, then he impaled her with one swift thrust, tearing through her hymen and burying his entire seven inches inside her. Nevaeh cried out in pain as the giant organ tore through her, a single tear running down her chin.
As the pain subsided, she turned her head and smiled meekly at the canine, who grinned back.
"Ready when you are, fuzzball."
Haraio chuckled as he started a rhytm, slowly at first, then steadily increasing in speed.
"The....name....is Haraio!", he managed to say between thrusts.
Nevaeh was in no condition to answer, laying on the ground, panting and moaning, tounge lolling out of her muzzle, overcome with the immense amount of pleasure coming from the canine's powerful organ smashing in and out of her pussy.
She felt herself getting close fast, very fast. Then she felt a claw rubbing in circles around her tailhole. That was enough.
With a roar that could be heard kilometers away, she orgasmed violently, splattering her juices all over Haraio's crotch.
Haraio felt her inner muscles tighten, pinning him in place inside her as he howled out his own orgasm, spurting his seed inside her womb.
Waves of incredible pleasure washed over them both, eradicating all thoughts from their minds; two howling, roaring creatures lost in sexual bliss, lost in eachother.
As they came down from their peaks, Haraio pulled his member out of the lioness' pussy and lay down beside her, snuggling into her warm body. As they drifted into sleep, Haraio turned around and licked her muzzle.
"Still wanna skin me alive?"
"Maybe tomorrow....fuzzball", she smiled as she fell asleep.
Haraio chuckled as he too fell asleep.
The end