{"sf1_id":68113,"sf2_id":"bebLWwnA","title":"Harvest","author":"pyrostinger","words":1921,"posted_at":"2008-11-25T22:45:00.000Z","tags":["Cheetah","Dancing","M/F","Panther"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/68113-harvest","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebLWwnA","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5a/93/5a934ec1-fc81-4273-a7fc-e4c112f4ae78","description":"","content":"This story came to me after reading this past week's Thursday Prompt, which was \"harvest,\" in the shower.\u0026nbsp; I built upon it, and ran with it.\u0026nbsp; I'm pretty satisfied with it, despite it's relative shortness.\u0026nbsp; Warning, however, that the story has sex in it... but I glossed over it.\u0026nbsp; So if you're here lookin' for hot, hot lovin's... probably not what you're gonna get.  \n  \nStill, no kids.  \n  \nHarvest  \nby pyrostinger  \n  \nA Thursday Prompt response - check out www.furaffinity.net/user/poetigress for details  \n  \nI love raves.  \n  \nThere are many reasons why I do.\u0026nbsp; But I think the thing that I find most captivating about them is the sheer amount of energy circulating in the room, in the darkness.\u0026nbsp; Lights shining, people moving, dancing, everything culminating in the neon blur of glowsticks, jerking wildly in a controlled sort of chaos... I think that's it.\u0026nbsp; The controlled chaos of a rave is what attracts me to them, time after time.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nThis particular one took place in a semi-abandoned club, on every Friday like clockwork.\u0026nbsp; However, what happens there is never the same... planned spontaneity, if you will.\u0026nbsp; Oh, there's a DJ, and somebody brings alcohol and opens a bar, but aside from that... it's come what may.\u0026nbsp; About the only thing that one can count on is wild energy and dancing.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;With so many here to let loose in the dark, I find I can slip in and out easily.\u0026nbsp; I know every face that comes here, by heart.\u0026nbsp; They, however, hardly know me.\u0026nbsp; I'm a shadow in the dark... unseen until, of course, I desire to be seen.\u0026nbsp; It matters not to me who I pick... I'm not picky when I'm in the rave.\u0026nbsp; I see many types, many species; foxes, wolves, rabbits, deer, humans; predators and prey, all here for one purpose.\u0026nbsp; To have fun.\u0026nbsp; To forget about all the trials and tribulations of life... and whatever else it may spawn, and just dance.\u0026nbsp; For the most part.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nFor the friskier, or for those who can be convinced that way, there are the side rooms.\u0026nbsp; Little pockets of alone time, poorly soundproofed, but nobody cared.\u0026nbsp; For some, they could tune out the noise and the madness of outside the room, and focus on their partner... or partners.\u0026nbsp; I did say \"friskier,\" did I not?\u0026nbsp; For others, counting myself, the music was the background, rolling through the experience, making it that much better to pound the pulsing beat.\u0026nbsp; It infiltrated everything, enhancing it, making those pulse-pounding moments... more.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Of course, when I said that some took more than one person to the back rooms, I can't count myself as one of them.\u0026nbsp; At least, not regularly.\u0026nbsp; There are the occasional moments when I feel as if I want another on top of the one I have, but then I'm greedy.\u0026nbsp; Like I said, I knew everybody here... and the new people are always appealing.\u0026nbsp; For the most part, I focus on my... prey... individually.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nTonight, I was surfing the crowd, dancing and smiling and generally having a good time, but looking for my next target.\u0026nbsp; I hoped that there would be a new face in the crowd, and hoped not in vain.\u0026nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I do like everybody I do take away, for their own reasons... but I do want fresh meat.\u0026nbsp; Every predator does.\u0026nbsp; The excitement of going in for the \"kill\" can match... very little, except for the act itself.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nThe newcomer was a cheetah, a lean, almost gangly female.\u0026nbsp; She gave off the impression of height, and was all legs, with a relatively small bust.\u0026nbsp; I had a feeling, however, that she projected that intentionally.\u0026nbsp; Her clothes reflected that, an almost scandalously short skirt that drew more attention to her legs and away from the neon sports bra.\u0026nbsp; I saw her as she stalked from the bar, my eyes riveted on her graceful form, glancing across the crowd as if she owned it.\u0026nbsp; That... amused me, honestly.\u0026nbsp; Amused and intrigued me.\u0026nbsp; Still, I observed her... waiting to see her hit the crowd.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I must say, the decision gratified me as I sat at a table, nursing some kind of alcoholic drink the barman mixed for me.\u0026nbsp; Tossing down whatever was in her cup, she strode directly into the crowd, making it ripple around her.\u0026nbsp; And she danced... pulling off moves I can only describe as graceful, and a little frightening.\u0026nbsp; Her energy was palpable, visceral.\u0026nbsp; The crowd knew it, and as I could feel it from where I was, I wondered how much the rabble was subjected to.\u0026nbsp; I had to find out.\u0026nbsp; Tossing down the rest of my drink, I got up and moved into the crowd, gliding through it to the center.\u0026nbsp; Unlike her, I didn't leave much of a wake.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nOh, but to feel that energy... she was full of it.\u0026nbsp; The beat pulsed through her, and her movements made it seem like she was apart of the music, and apart of the masses, but also separate, unique.\u0026nbsp; My desire only grew as the song slipped into another, the circle around her disappearing to incorporate her fully, but still she danced.\u0026nbsp; And with her every movement, though the crowd no longer singled her out, she still sent shockwaves through the rest of them.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I had to have her.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nThere were, of course, at least six others surrounding her, trying to curry her favor... a good mix of predators and prey in various states of dress, but I cut through them like a scythe through wheat.\u0026nbsp; I was going to have her, and I made my presence known, aggressively pursuing her though she fought to keep me at arms length, like all her other suitors.\u0026nbsp; Eventually, she knew that the gauntlet had been thrown down, and the crowd did as well.\u0026nbsp; As if the planets aligned themselves, the DJ started to play something new, high energy as the crowd parted around us to see our moves.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nShe, the challenged, moved immediately to attack, showing off a few more moves from her expansive repertoire.\u0026nbsp; I fired back, smirking at her, and she was arrogant enough to instead push up against me, then push me away, causing me to stumble back a few steps as she danced her response.\u0026nbsp; When my sheer amusement at her gall caused her to dance on, mocking me, I took the challenge she threw in my face, matching her step for step.\u0026nbsp; Gradually, I gained control, and by the time she realized this, it was far too late.\u0026nbsp; Soon, I had her spinning and dancing for me as if it was a choreographed routine, her face burning in a blush that none could see but I could smell.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;As the song came to a close, I pressed her up against me with a flourish, her back to my front.\u0026nbsp; At that point, of it wasn't clear enough already, she could feel the interest she had aroused in me.\u0026nbsp; We stood there for a moment, a heart beat, recovering our breath, and she made a minute push against me.\u0026nbsp; I would have celebrated right there, that I had tamed this kitty with my own feline movements, but now I wanted to take her to a slightly slower dance, to recover our energy.\u0026nbsp; I needed hers... I was feeling a bit low.\u0026nbsp; By dance's end, I was feeling much better... though I admit to have been siphoning off of her.\u0026nbsp; Her energy seemed boundless, and she gave it away, even with the considerably low tempo song.\u0026nbsp; But we both knew that she was mine, and when I drew her away from the dance floor to the back, she came with me without complaint.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nWhoever masterminds these parties, somebody I have yet to fully figure out, knows what happens when you add backrooms to a rave.\u0026nbsp; There was a hallway of six rooms, guarded by a large hippo.\u0026nbsp; The bouncers switched off every few hours, and were pretty good at sifting out all of the rabble, and keeping people in line should alcohol get them too troublesome.\u0026nbsp; After all, they've stopped me more than a few times, taking my prey to the side and questioning them to make sure they're under their own will and not of any other substance.\u0026nbsp; I've patrolled this party for at least a year now, and while I know all the guards, they won't let their guard down for anything or anyone, which speaks of good training and good instincts.\u0026nbsp; Of course, they can still be convinced to let me in despite their misgivings; I can be very persuasive.\u0026nbsp; Here, however, there was no suspicion of clouded judgment, so it was a wink, a nod, and in we went.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;She didn't want to wait.\u0026nbsp; I loved it.\u0026nbsp; As soon as the door closed (probably a few seconds before it did), she was on me, pressing me against the wall.\u0026nbsp; Her passion flamed brighter, hotter, and I rode it, my mind flooded with the energy she gave me.\u0026nbsp; It livened up my own slightly ebbing libido, and I drove her against the opposite wall, pressing my lips to hers as fiercely as she did mine.\u0026nbsp; Her claws raked down my shirt, almost tearing it, and I figured to dispense with the pleasantries.\u0026nbsp; I still needed some measure of privacy...  \n  \nGrabbing her wrist, I pushed her into the nearest room after checking that it was unoccupied.\u0026nbsp; It was sparsely furnished, like all the rooms, but there was a bed and that's all that was needed.\u0026nbsp; I let out a short growl as I pushed her onto the bed, and finally let myself go.\u0026nbsp; I fed on her.\u0026nbsp; I fed on her lips, on her neck, on each of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her core.\u0026nbsp; There was not an inch of her body that went untouched by me, her spotted fur soon matting with sweat and saliva.\u0026nbsp; Clothes were dispensed, and soon I had her open and accepting, driving myself into her while I continued to feed.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Among cubi, the old ones like to draw from one emotion and one emotion only, placing their target in such a situation as to deliver the most energy from that emotion, and draw it out of them.\u0026nbsp; The new breed find more creative methods, and generally draw from a variety of emotions at the same time, which very often leave their victims more drained, but better able to recover.\u0026nbsp; To be honest, we quite fell into the practice.\u0026nbsp; Of course, when the feeding is done, often this leaves our victim as quite the mess.\u0026nbsp; Some will walk away, sated.\u0026nbsp; Others... will stay behind.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nWhen I finished inside her, riding the wave of her massive energy of joy, tapered with strong helpings of lust and fulfillment... I had drawn out of her also sadness, disappointment in herself, and others.\u0026nbsp; It seems that my prey was a student in college, suffering from some failing grades.\u0026nbsp; As we lay together on the bed, I offered a few words of advice, something I feel I can do, drawing on my many, many years of experience.\u0026nbsp; As we cleaned up with some thoughtfully provided towels, she left, but not before leaving me her phone number.\u0026nbsp; Already, I felt her energy begin to make a massive rebound.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;This is the reason why I like raves.\u0026nbsp; People like her... like... what was her name?\u0026nbsp; Penelope.\u0026nbsp; I could harvest and build up Penelope, and others like her; they were abundantly available at such a high-energy location.\u0026nbsp; And they were so delicious. both physically, and mentally.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}