# Harvest

Author: pyrostinger
Tags: Cheetah, Dancing, M/F, Panther

This story came to me after reading this past week's Thursday Prompt, which was "harvest," in the shower.&nbsp; I built upon it, and ran with it.&nbsp; I'm pretty satisfied with it, despite it's relative shortness.&nbsp; Warning, however, that the story has sex in it... but I glossed over it.&nbsp; So if you're here lookin' for hot, hot lovin's... probably not what you're gonna get.  
  
Still, no kids.  
  
Harvest  
by pyrostinger  
  
A Thursday Prompt response - check out www.furaffinity.net/user/poetigress for details  
  
I love raves.  
  
There are many reasons why I do.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The controlled chaos of a rave is what attracts me to them, time after time.&nbsp;   
  
This particular one took place in a semi-abandoned club, on every Friday like clockwork.&nbsp; However, what happens there is never the same... planned spontaneity, if you will.&nbsp; Oh, there's a DJ, and somebody brings alcohol and opens a bar, but aside from that... it's come what may.&nbsp; About the only thing that one can count on is wild energy and dancing.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;With so many here to let loose in the dark, I find I can slip in and out easily.&nbsp; I know every face that comes here, by heart.&nbsp; They, however, hardly know me.&nbsp; I'm a shadow in the dark... unseen until, of course, I desire to be seen.&nbsp; It matters not to me who I pick... I'm not picky when I'm in the rave.&nbsp; I see many types, many species; foxes, wolves, rabbits, deer, humans; predators and prey, all here for one purpose.&nbsp; To have fun.&nbsp; To forget about all the trials and tribulations of life... and whatever else it may spawn, and just dance.&nbsp; For the most part.&nbsp;   
  
For the friskier, or for those who can be convinced that way, there are the side rooms.&nbsp; Little pockets of alone time, poorly soundproofed, but nobody cared.&nbsp; For some, they could tune out the noise and the madness of outside the room, and focus on their partner... or partners.&nbsp; I did say "friskier," did I not?&nbsp; For others, counting myself, the music was the background, rolling through the experience, making it that much better to pound the pulsing beat.&nbsp; It infiltrated everything, enhancing it, making those pulse-pounding moments... more.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;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.&nbsp; At least, not regularly.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Like I said, I knew everybody here... and the new people are always appealing.&nbsp; For the most part, I focus on my... prey... individually.&nbsp;   
  
Tonight, I was surfing the crowd, dancing and smiling and generally having a good time, but looking for my next target.&nbsp; I hoped that there would be a new face in the crowd, and hoped not in vain.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I do like everybody I do take away, for their own reasons... but I do want fresh meat.&nbsp; Every predator does.&nbsp; The excitement of going in for the "kill" can match... very little, except for the act itself.&nbsp;   
  
The newcomer was a cheetah, a lean, almost gangly female.&nbsp; She gave off the impression of height, and was all legs, with a relatively small bust.&nbsp; I had a feeling, however, that she projected that intentionally.&nbsp; Her clothes reflected that, an almost scandalously short skirt that drew more attention to her legs and away from the neon sports bra.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; That... amused me, honestly.&nbsp; Amused and intrigued me.&nbsp; Still, I observed her... waiting to see her hit the crowd.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;I must say, the decision gratified me as I sat at a table, nursing some kind of alcoholic drink the barman mixed for me.&nbsp; Tossing down whatever was in her cup, she strode directly into the crowd, making it ripple around her.&nbsp; And she danced... pulling off moves I can only describe as graceful, and a little frightening.&nbsp; Her energy was palpable, visceral.&nbsp; The crowd knew it, and as I could feel it from where I was, I wondered how much the rabble was subjected to.&nbsp; I had to find out.&nbsp; Tossing down the rest of my drink, I got up and moved into the crowd, gliding through it to the center.&nbsp; Unlike her, I didn't leave much of a wake.&nbsp;   
  
Oh, but to feel that energy... she was full of it.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; My desire only grew as the song slipped into another, the circle around her disappearing to incorporate her fully, but still she danced.&nbsp; And with her every movement, though the crowd no longer singled her out, she still sent shockwaves through the rest of them.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;I had to have her.&nbsp;   
  
There 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Eventually, she knew that the gauntlet had been thrown down, and the crowd did as well.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp;   
  
She, the challenged, moved immediately to attack, showing off a few more moves from her expansive repertoire.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Gradually, I gained control, and by the time she realized this, it was far too late.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;As the song came to a close, I pressed her up against me with a flourish, her back to my front.&nbsp; At that point, of it wasn't clear enough already, she could feel the interest she had aroused in me.&nbsp; We stood there for a moment, a heart beat, recovering our breath, and she made a minute push against me.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I needed hers... I was feeling a bit low.&nbsp; By dance's end, I was feeling much better... though I admit to have been siphoning off of her.&nbsp; Her energy seemed boundless, and she gave it away, even with the considerably low tempo song.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp;   
  
Whoever masterminds these parties, somebody I have yet to fully figure out, knows what happens when you add backrooms to a rave.&nbsp; There was a hallway of six rooms, guarded by a large hippo.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Of course, they can still be convinced to let me in despite their misgivings; I can be very persuasive.&nbsp; Here, however, there was no suspicion of clouded judgment, so it was a wink, a nod, and in we went.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;She didn't want to wait.&nbsp; I loved it.&nbsp; As soon as the door closed (probably a few seconds before it did), she was on me, pressing me against the wall.&nbsp; Her passion flamed brighter, hotter, and I rode it, my mind flooded with the energy she gave me.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Her claws raked down my shirt, almost tearing it, and I figured to dispense with the pleasantries.&nbsp; I still needed some measure of privacy...  
  
Grabbing her wrist, I pushed her into the nearest room after checking that it was unoccupied.&nbsp; It was sparsely furnished, like all the rooms, but there was a bed and that's all that was needed.&nbsp; I let out a short growl as I pushed her onto the bed, and finally let myself go.&nbsp; I fed on her.&nbsp; I fed on her lips, on her neck, on each of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her core.&nbsp; There was not an inch of her body that went untouched by me, her spotted fur soon matting with sweat and saliva.&nbsp; Clothes were dispensed, and soon I had her open and accepting, driving myself into her while I continued to feed.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; To be honest, we quite fell into the practice.&nbsp; Of course, when the feeding is done, often this leaves our victim as quite the mess.&nbsp; Some will walk away, sated.&nbsp; Others... will stay behind.&nbsp;   
  
When 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.&nbsp; It seems that my prey was a student in college, suffering from some failing grades.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; As we cleaned up with some thoughtfully provided towels, she left, but not before leaving me her phone number.&nbsp; Already, I felt her energy begin to make a massive rebound.&nbsp;   
  

&nbsp;This is the reason why I like raves.&nbsp; People like her... like... what was her name?&nbsp; Penelope.&nbsp; I could harvest and build up Penelope, and others like her; they were abundantly available at such a high-energy location.&nbsp; And they were so delicious. both physically, and mentally.&nbsp;

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/bebLWwnA