Pheasant Hunt 11 - Three to go..
#22 of Hunting
The next three prey to be taken down
Julian
Julian and Mike parted some time ago. The two Ibexboys decided it would be better to seperate while exploring the quarry.
Julian was alone now. He tried to hide between huge boulders, but in his case, it was like a huge trap.
The dark furred boy was rather wiry. He had a flat belly and full lip. His butt was firm and round and his legs were strong and slim.
He was naked, completely apart from the collar around his neck. His fur was trimmed and washed. He hid into a crack, ignoring the fact, the danger could also come from above.
It was too late. The arrow hurtled through the air.
The tip penetrated his hips from the backside and pushed him down on the ground. Blood sprayed out of the fresh wound and started to flow over his muscular buttcheek.
The boy gave a sharp cry, gasped and then put his paw onto the hurting spot. Blood ran throuh between his fingers, who held his hips, trembling.
The arrow had penetrated him. From his back, just above the butt to the front, about at height of his cock.
"Crap!" the boy cursed and tried to crawl into cover. He wasnt able to move his legs because of the pain. The red fluid ran out of both of his wounds and decorated his upper thigh and flowed into the crack between balls and legs. His naked body moved helplessly, squirming on the dusty ground.
He turned around, laying on his belly, tried to get up. His clenching butt was bright shining in the sun. His face grimassed of pain. The wounded side slid to the ground. He tried to pull hisself, twitching, closer to the face of the rock, just one, two meters.
He paused, panting, trying get a bit of strength back. He looked upwards, the cliff and there he was, the hunter, a huge proud looking lion, looking down at him raising his bow again.
A second arrow whirrled down to him im and hit him hard, pentrating his upper body, the lungs and his heart. His dieing body trembled, hard, helpless.
He fell limp, moaning, restes shivering. His cock slightly spasming on the gravel below him.
The pink tip touched one of the stones, coloring it dark as he lost his bladder control.
Himiko
Himiko didnt want to die yet. She tried to run, fast. They should never get here. Not at that beginners event.
She was rather small, a white bunnygirl, naked, like the others, small tiny breasts with erect nipples, her pussy a pink slit, almost hidden behind soft white fur. The butt round and firm, with a cute round fluffy tail above. Her legs were dirty now, muddy and she had some scratches along her legs and arms, with black spots, results from an encounter with a larger blackberry field.
She just had climbed upon a small hill which was not covered by the forest. Huge boulders of white chalc stone covered its tip.
Suddenly she felt a hard blow on her right shoulder, followed by an intense pain.
She staggered. A burning pain drilled through her body. She looked around, startled.
Then a second blow in her belly. Her paw moved to the hurting spot. She grabbed the shaft, then removed her fingers quickly ins surprise and looked at the blood messed fingertips. She staggered furthrt steps, almost fell over the stones at the ground while more red blood flew out of her wounds, along her white body down to the ground.
Her buttcheek shined bright in the sunlight as she tried to get down from the hill. A third arrow flew and penetrated her butt.
Weakened by the three shafts inside her body and the bleeding wounds she staggered and felt to her front, slowly, fell down between two large boulders, rolled down the slopes and finally came to a halt with head and belly showing between some rocks. Blood flew from multiple wounds and bruises. She breathed shallowly. Her nipples were hard and her legs slightly spread, showing her pink pussy.
The hunter found her like that. The hunter, Mr. Johnson, that was a lion guy, a bit chubby with glasses. He owned a smaller toy factory in capital city and usually visited Sams resort for holidays and hunts. He had a bigger collection of trophy heads at his own house.
The lion slid down to her and checked for the wounded preye lifesign. Then he pulled her out of the crack and laid her on one of the large boulders. Blood colored the white of her fur and the stone. Her legs slid apart and her arm skidded to her left and right making her lay down with stretched neck in the plain sun. Her lips moves constantly, whispering "run away..."
The hunter sat down next to his prey. Compassionate, he stroke along her body, then fetched his hunting knife and opened her throat with a quick, professional cut. The bunnygirl twitched as he cut her soft skin.
He opened her eyes wide and she gagged. A gurgling sound came out of her open maw while streams of her red juice ran down the rocks. Her paws moved up to her severed throat. She spasmed hard, coughing... then fainted. Laying calm, the boulder below her was red of blood. Her own, white body lay like whipped cream atop.
Mike
Mike reached the quarry some minutes after Julians demise.
Heavy breathing he reached the open area and finally found his friend lay between the boulders.
He kneeled down next to the dead Ibexboy.
"Jules!" he whined and turned the dead body of his friend on his backside. The dead ibex cock hang limp and swayed with each of his moves. Blood flew from the wounds in his body.
Juiles eyes were closed and his full, reddish lips slightly opened. He seemed relaxed. The boy stroke along face, caressing it.
.
.
.
He didnt hear the hunter approach him and as he realised he wasnt alone, it was too late.
The hunter, a dark panther guy just got down from the gliff, sneaked behin the griefing boy and put quickly a rope around his neck to pull close tightly.
Mike jerked as he felt the rope digging into his soft skin. He wanted to cry, but no tone left his maw, bust just some gurgle. His eyes were wide opened as he realised, the hunt was over for him.
Mike had blond hair and his fur was a bit brighter that that of Julian. He had blue eyes and was a bit smaller. Usually, he had a naughty smile on his lips. His butt was a bit rounder than the one of his friend, as were his thighs.
His toned body was trapped.
Helplessly, he tried to push his fingertips between his body and the rope. He tried to get up, pushes his hips to his front and his shoulders against the hunter.
Rattling, he pushes his hoofes into the groun, making his knees getting lifted up in the air. His half unsheathed cock bounced with his jerkings as did his balls. Both uncoverend and naked between his musculur thighs.
His hands moved up and down his body, uncontrolled and in panic.
His cock grew. Its moving pattern changed and it slapped back and fore and finally stood proud and erect. The pink part pretty visible and with a hint of pre glistening at the tip.
Mike knew what would happen. Why he got a boner. Thats what the training program was made for and they even did some breathplay before to get a feeling of lack of air.
He would die with a hard cock.. and this one was to present and if he would succeed, he should try to cum.. like that.
He pushed his hips to his front, spreaded his legs. His buttcheeks were twitching.
His lips turned slowly blueish.
Just like in training his paws moved to his erect member and started to stroke along the shaft, pulls back the sheath, and teasies his pink inners.
It glistened wet. A drop of pre formed at the thip and was shaken to the ground.
The, suddenly, they boy felt a hard tip in his buttcrack. First, he didnt realise what it was, but then, he was sure. The hunter wanted to fuck him.
Mike gagged as he tried to moan, Then tried, as far as he was still capable to push back his butt and spread his cheeks, offering his tailstar.
The hunter didnt take lots of cautions. He just pushed his hips foward, forcing his cock deep inside the strangled boys tailhole.
Mike would have cried, but his windpipe was crushed and he was slowly fainting since the lack off oxygon slowly killed him.
He felt the cock plunge deeply into his guts while his body started to die off quickly. Spasms ran through body, trembles.. he started to kick, struggle.. His cock even grew, then suddenly, he burst. The boy climaxed, his mind half gone and only vagualy realising what is happening he sprayed his seed over his shot dead friend, then death spasms started to shake his body. The hunter groaned and came, filling dead boys rear with his cum.
Mike fell limp. Hot pee started to spray from his slowly shrinking cock on his friend, then the stream ebbed off. The hunter released the rops. The boy fell on his front, the cock sliding out of his butt. Cum messing his tailholw he fell hard on his friends arrow ridden body. His head bounced hart on the rock ground and the boys tonge looked neatly between his open lips.
The hunter was happy. His prey lay one on another. The darker one on his back and the lighter one just over his belly, showing his messed butt. The thighs were spread and gave a nice view on his balls and tailhole. His cock still looked stuff and pressed down against the darker ones hips. Just above the cock, there lay the balls and above the perineum and the anus between the buttcheeks, still a bit open and relaxes.
He waved to his assistants and the two carriers came down, two young bucks, also staff of the resort.
One of them pulled the lighter one down from the darker and laid him down, with spread legs on the ground.
They took photos with both laying left and right of the hunter, on their backs with legs spread and staring into the camera to show all naughtyness.
Pepe
Sam was with one of the hunters, a rather huge bear, Alphonse da Silva, CEO of a weapons factory down in the south. He didnt want to wait at the basecamp until all hunt is over, but decided just to go with on of them, unarmed to supervise the hunt.
They went about half an hour as Sam could hear some sobbing not too far away. He was pretty sure Alphonse didnt hear that yet.
"Uhm.. Alphonse.. I think i have to take leak." Sam announced and headed just into the direction the sound was coming from. "Just keep on looking over there, I'll catch up then, ok?" he asked and the bear nodded.
The dragon quickly ran off reaching a small clearance after only some steps. And there, Pepe was sitting on the ground, obviously crying.
"Pepe, what are you doing here!" Sam shouted approaching the griefing deerboy.
"Just leave me alone.." the cute one cried, haolding his knees to his body. "Ok?"
"But.."
"I will finish this nightmare now. I cant..." the boy trembled, then snored.
Sam sat down next to him, putting his paw on the boys shoulder.
"Pepe.." the dragon hesitated. "You cant just wait here for getting killed."
"Why not! Isnt that what all of you want!" the boy shrieked now looking at the dragon with a fatalist expression. "Just slaughter me and then skin me?"
"No.. I didnt bring you here for just getting slaughtered." Sam started with a calm voice, stroking along the whitetails headfur. "Sure, maybe you get killed at one point, but before you have to do your best!"
"There is not much best in me.. I just.. suck, you know?" the younger bit his lips, then rubbed his tears away. "I.. am not like the others.. I..." he sobbed again.
Sam shook his head, then got off again, putting hisself in front of the boy, bowing down towards him. He put his paws on the younger left and right shoulders.
"Pepe, listen.. you dont suck. You are a great runner, believe me, I know what I am talking about..." he paused. "So.. now, I want you to get on your hoofes and do what is your duty.. ok? You will run past that bear guy in that direction and the head for the creek downhill, ok?"
"S..sam ple.." Pepe wanted to contradict, but the dragon didnt want him to.
"If you succeed, an I know, you will, i promise you, I will take care of your training and give you extra lessons, ok?"
"I..." Pepe begged.
"Shhht!" Sam quickly pressed his lips on the deerboys, giving him a kiss. The boy opened his maw like it was the most natural thing to do and Sam pushed his tongue deep in the boys mouth, giving him a long tongue kiss.
Pepe heart stopped beating the moment Sams lips touched his. It was like the world bursted around him, making his body tremble and shiver in excitment. He allowed that kiss to take away all the grief and pain in his heart, just for the moment, the very seconds of that intense connection.
As Sam pulled back, the deerboy just looked at him. The dragon, startled like the boy just looked down.
"Pepe..." he stuttered. "Ok... Sir.." the whitetail got up, stood a bit flaky on his feet, rubbed his tears away and then took a leap and ran just into the direction Sam has told him to.
Sam just stood there, hoping deep inside, the boy would survive, realising he just send him to get killed. That kiss...
A short time later, he heard the bear swearing in surprise and quickly followed the noise.
"Whats up?" he asked as he found Alphonse standing there, looking perplexed. "Ya should have seen 'em" the boar told gesturing, holding his bow in his left paw. "That buch came from behind and almost touched me.. then i quickly dragged my bow and shot.. but i must have missed him since he just kept on.. that was.. wow..!" Alphonse told quite in excitment about what just had happened.
Sam looked around, then went into the direction the bear told him the boy ran, hoping the hunter missed him. "Did you find the arrow?"
"N.. no.. but thats hell of a lots of bushes.. it could be everywhere.." the bear shrugged.
"Hmmm.. well.." Sam licked his lips. "Well.. then maybe.." his eyes wandered along the traces and footsteps the boys had left, but he wasnt able to see any blood traces. He went a bit off and grabbed his walkie-talkie.
"Kennel.. Can you hear me? This is Sam speaking.."
"Here Kennel.. what can i do for you?" Lucies voice answered.
"Can you tell me if Pepe is ok?" he asked.
"Pepe.. wait.." it took a time. "Well.. running towards the lower creek.. live signs.. a bit in distress, but that is propably the exhaustion.." she answered. "Is everything ok with him?"
"Well, maybe a miss then.." Sam shrugged relieved. "Thanks Lucy.. over and out!"
He headed back to the bear. "Lets go.. that one was faster than you!" he laughed.
Pepe ran, leaped like crazy. He hopped over stones and branches, then suddenly saw the bear in front of his. With a huge leap he jumped to the side, evaded him and could only hear his startled gasp. Then he tried to get away, diagonally over the clearing in front of him. He almost had reached the safe cover of the forest as he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right buttcheek, down to the thigh.
The boy cried loud, but didnt stop running. It hurted, burned with each move of his leg, but he didnt think about. To reach the creek.. that was what Sam told him.
The arrow was stuck in his right side, torturing the muscle there.
The boys cried while he kept on. He moves his paw down to the shaft, feeling in terror the wooden thing twitch with his moves.
He kept on, leaking blood. The white fur of his butt messed, the red fluid running down his leg he finally stumbled, almost fell out of the forest, seeing the creek.
Between sand and stones, the water was flowing peacefully.
He stood there, almost unable to keep hisself upright. Then, his knees weaked and he fell down, on his belly, the cock and his face in the dirt. His legs were spread, parting his buttcrack a bit. The arrow stood out, upwards, the shaft pointing to the sky.
His tail flicked irregular.
"Sam...." he gasped, slowly getting weaker.
Karazel
The green signal flare above the main building signalled Karazel the event was over.
"Damn.." the dragon girl was cursing. "Four hours at the range and no hunter at sight.."
She smirked and went back to the camp.
As she arrived, she was one of the latest. Most of the trainees were sitting around the huge campfire that was burning in the middle of the camp.
A bit off was the spot, Pierre was field dressing the four trainees who were taken down. He had them hooked up on a rather large wooden frame, legs up in the air and spread far apart, showing their bellyfurs in the sunlight. D'Dele, Mike and Julian and Hitomi. Kara knew them all.
All four had cut open throats and blood messed heads.. the necks exposed so that the cut was quite visible.
N'Dele's belly was cut open cleanly and empty. A bucket with her guts was standing next top her head. Her face looked relax and her eyes were closed. Still, blood stains were messing her breasts and front fur. Her pussy was still intact with her pink folds glistening in the sun.
Piere stood in front of Mike and raised his butchers kn
Kara was a bit surprised, seeing no Pepe there, since he had confessed his plans to her. Maybe he was even to whimpy for a suicide like that.
"Toi, You want to say au revoir aussi?" the rat asked.
"W.. what me?" the dragon girl said.
"Bien sur.." he nodded. "Some kissed them, others just touched them.. that is tradition.. like saying a last good bye.." he gestures with the blood stained knife in his paw.
"What are you doing now with them?" the scaled girl asks back.
"Eviscer... I gut them.. then wash them and then we take a photo avec les chasseurs.." the cook explained. "Et Julian is getting roasted..." he paused "And after that, I skin then them.."
"You.. need help?" she asked suddenly.
"Moi?" Pierre looked a bit sceptical.
"Sure.. I did such stuff before. With my das as we were hunting and I was officially pred.. so.. I know how to do it.."
"Pourquoi pas.." the ratling said after some moments of thinking. "Get a knife from over there.."
Sam
Sam brought Alphone back to the camp as hie walkie-talkie beeped. He grabbed it from his pocket.
"Lu.. this is the kennel, Sam, can you hear me?" he heard Lucies voice.
"Sure, What's up?"
"Pepe is still out there with very bad life signs. Can you have a look? It.. from the values, you better take your hunting knife with you.." she said
"Damn! Where is she?" he asked.
"At the lower creek.. not far from the bridge."
"Thanks.. I will look for him!"
Sam turned around and ran back down to the range.
About ten minutes later, Sam arrived at the creek he was told. The last five minutes he was following bloodstains on the grass and then, he found Pepe laying, face down in the muddy ground.
"Pepe!" Sam stopped, seeing th wounded boy laying face down. The arrow still sticking in his right side. Blood messing the ground. He kneeled down, touching him. "Hey, boy! Still here?" he asked with a shaking voice.
Pepe didnt say a word. The dragon grabbed his side and turned him around, looking in his face and exposing his dirty frontside. He took care not to push in the arrow deeper. The deerboy was breathing shallow.
Sam checked his heartbeat.
"Sam.." the boy suddenly whispered weakly.
"Shhh.. I am here.." the dragon answered, stroking the head of the wounded one. Then he grabbed his walkie-talkie and called Lucy again.
"Hey Lucy, this is Sam here.."
"Yes, the kennel here, Sam?, whats up"
"Can you call Jose to get a jeep up here at the crossing next to where I am? And call a doctor for treatment."
"W.. what?" the squirrelgirl said. "You.. He..?"
"Just do it, ok?" the scaled one ordered.
Two days later...
"He is awake now!"
Ayla, one of the staff girls, a cute doe in a nurse dress guided Sam into the sick room of the trainee barracks.
Pepe had a transfusion in his left arm. Some flowers were in his bed table and big box of chocolates lay next to it. He looked up as Sam entered the room, followed by the doe.
"Hello pepe.. How are you?" the scaled one asked as he sat down next to the boy on his bed.
"It still hurts and i cant lay in my side.." the whitetail answered, looking still quite exhausted.
"But its getting better?" the dragon asked.
"I.. think so.." the boy said, looking down. "Ayla helps with everything and takes care of my bandages."
"Thats good!" the dragon nodded. "So.. we will see soon.. for the extra lessons?"
"Eww. well.." the boy shrugged. "Of course.."
Pepe wasnt sure about what to think. There, he sat, the murderer asking him wether he wanted extra lessons for.. what.. getting killed? The boy was tired, too tired to have a straight thought. Despite all that, he felt strangely attracted to that white scaled guy. And.. well, he saved him. If he remembered the rules they had learned, he was sure he would be dead now and skinned like the other four. But why all that. Just to torture him for longer...?
But he said nothing about that, was just looking.
"Sir!" Ayle suddenly interrupted the awkward silence. "I think Pepe needs a rest.. so.. maybe you come back tomorrow?" she smiled, but obviosuly guessed the boys feelings.
"S. sure.." Sam nodded. "Then, I see you later?" he patted the boys head and left then.