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miscling · 2 days
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Claws, Teeth, and Those Beneath
The cat sighed. The mouse in her claws squeaked in terror.
‘Oh be quiet,’ the cat said, raking a claw across its cheek. ‘don’t you do anything else?’
The mouse had no answer except to squeak again, shaking under the cat’s claw.
‘Ugh, just go. I’m not in the mood for this…’
The mouse looked up with terror in its eyes, scared for the pursuit it expected to follow, but the cat’s disinterested gaze didn’t follow its movements. Though the mouse might have been disappointed, it left. The cat sat, sighing loudly.
‘What’s got you so upset?’ said a voice.
The cat turned, eyes narrowed as she beheld the fox. ‘I’m not in the mood, kit.’
‘But I am,’ said the fox with a snarl. ‘I’m coming for you.’
‘No you are not,’ the cat hissed, but the fox still approached with violence in its eyes.
‘Please, struggle,’ the fox said with a smile. ‘Make this fun for me. I’ll still have your flesh for my pleasure.’
The cat’s situation came into focus. It was the prey now. The fox was the predator. It prepared its claws for a fight, but it wouldn’t win against the fox’s teeth. The cat would have to rely on its agility.
The fox squealed in delight as the cat took to fleeing, bounding after it with joy in its heart. A hunt was good for the soul. The fox chased the cat, until the cat was backed into a corner.
The cat raised its back, claws ready, teeth bared, hissing at the fox. ‘This is your last chance to turn back and run,’ it said. ‘I won’t let you have me without a fight.’
Something in the fox’s nerve broke. Staring at the desperate cat, its posture shifted defensively. It averted its gaze, backing away slowly, until it sprinted away at full speed.
‘That’s what I thought!’ the cat shouted at the fox’s back, relaxing its posture and settling down to lick itself. ‘I suppose the chase was fun, though,’ it mewed to itself. ‘Perhaps that’s what I was missing.’
‘Heh,’ said a deep, rumbling voice behind the cat. ‘You like being chased?’
The cat leapt into the air with a yowl, turning in mid-air to see the wolf behind them. They were huge, imposing, and strong. Before the cat could take to running, the wolf’s claws pushed the cat to the ground. They were too strong to fight off.
‘Let me go!’ the cat squeaked. ‘The fox would be more tasty!’
The wolf leaned down over the cat and licked it. ‘No. I like your fear more.’
The cat shuddered in pleasure at the wolf’s tongue across its flesh. ‘Let… me… go…?’
The wolf laughed. They knew what the cat had yet to figure out. The cat wasn’t a predator, it was prey. The wolf lifted the cat up effortlessly, throwing it aside and pouncing up and onto the cat. Their jaws teased at the cat’s throat.
‘What do you say?’ the wolf growled. ‘Do you want to be my prey?’
The cat squeaked, mewling shyly as it stared in wide eyed terror at the wolf. Its body betrayed it as heat passed through every fibre of its being. It wasn’t just the chase it wanted; it wanted to be chased. ‘I… I want to be your prey…’ it said.
‘Good,’ the wolf growled, and dragged the cat away in its teeth.
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Partially inspired by this post by @turquoise-lily, which crossed my dash this morning. It set off a little inspiration that made this story!
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femboybun · 28 days
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Puppy forcing bunny into a mating press and forcing their big puppy cock into bunny’s tiny holes and breeding bunny nice and full but the whole time bunny is crying and begging and moaning for more because bunny wants puppy’s big knot and puppy is biting bunny all over and growling and barking and slobbering on bunny’s face
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beeg-bark · 5 months
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Being chased through the forest by two malicious doms, them just working as a unit, hunting you, saving their energy, that way they’re both still full of strength while you get weaker and weaker, more and more exhausted. What happens when they finally catch you, when you have no strength left to fight back or run? Slammed down into the forest floor, pinned against the foliage while they discuss how to ruin their freshly caught prey.
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i-spilled-the-milk · 5 months
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I really don't stand for brats, cause I will hunt them down, throw them up a wall and make them cum in their pants until their legs give out, and that's for talking to that girl. The absolute disrespect, that boys think that women don't own them. If we are dating? Baby I own you. Ever bone and thought you have is mine and mine alone.
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the-black-manor · 7 months
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Who wants to dress up as Little Red Riding Hood and join me for a party in the woods on Halloween? Don’t worry if there’s no one else else there when you arrive, I’m sure they’ll show up… eventually. I’m the meantime, I’ll be happy to entertain you.
Run.
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being a princess' pet monster. Spoiled, pampered, but, oh, not tamed, not at all. I may purr when she pets me, I may allow her to rest her hand in my mouth with no fear of biting, I may eat from the bowl she's prepared for me but, oh, oh, sweet princess, I want something with more meat on its bones. I want something that will run. Will you run, Princess? If I promise to be gentle when I catch you?
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pretty-starboy · 2 months
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im not that tall. But I love to think of myself so tall and big that I'm towering over you. You are my prey and you make me feel so ferel. But yet you have tamed this beast. You have me muzzled and collared.
You are still so small and weak. Yet I don't want to harm you. No I'll protect you from other predators you are mine.
And I'll mark you as mine that way everyone knows it. You belong to me.
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subtleblades · 3 months
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The woods are dark and cold. The frigid air burns your lungs. When you lick your lips they are dry and cracked. You've been running all night. High up above the moonlight shifts through the trees, clouds clinging to its brilliance like a shroud.
You stop to catch your breath, chest heaving, sweat sticking damp clothes to your skin. The blood in your head pounds too loud for you to hear the thing that's been chasing you. You pray it's gone but the air pouring from your lungs in wisps of steam is far too loud. You may be prey, but you aren't stupid. You know it can hear you.
The thought wrenches a small sob from your chest, it sounds more like a laugh or a hiccup. And then you take another shaking step forward, but your legs are so sore. You are so tired. You just want to rest.
Then you hear the thing that has raised the hair on the back of your neck for untold hours. A noise that makes you want to scream and cry and run.
The snapping of a twig. Sharp, cutting through the air like an arrow.
Your scream dies in your throat, that sound arrested from its intended escape from behind your teeth. You remain silent. You wait.
Another snap. And silence.
You try counting the snaps, the steps, but forget at the third one. Your mind is blind panic, body frozen. Caught.
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preywhore · 10 days
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what if we were two small creatures huddled together as we hide from the predator stalking nearby and as we pressed our trembling bodies together maybe our hands start to wander as we comfort and shush eachother 🥺 our hunter found us easily but pretends to still be searching until they decide their prey is worked up enough to catch
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needypuppygirl · 11 months
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Run puppy, run
Whole idea sparked and by @nekotop and her charm, go check her out bc I just wrote some random bullshit
A puppy is carefully wandering through the woods in the middle of the night... knowing she's being chased down by a predator all she can do is run, hide and whine, for she's just a defenseless little puppy, not at all used to the forest's dangers.
As she hides in the bushes she sees a figure far away from her, but not far enough, tall horns immediately give away the identity of the shape, it's her own personal nightmare, dedicated to hunt her relentlessly, the predator looks around for traces of where her meal might have escaped to, she sniffs the air, inspects the dirt and looks ready to sprint in any direction.
The puppy whines at its sight, worried she might get caught, her heartbeat got faster and faster each second she looked at the predator so she decides to start looking for another hide out, a safer more distant one.
She walks and walks until a fallen tree trunk blocks her path, just beyond it there's a safer path with more blind spots and less open areas, the puppy takes a closer look at the tree trunk and notices there's a branch sticking out that could be used as leverage to climb over the tree trunk, for just a minute she forgets her role and stands up to try and climb over the tree trunk, as this happends...
"ZAP!"
"Gh! Ahhh!"
All of a sudden her cute devil collar betrays her, as a violent shock shock comes down her neck she can't help but get caught off guard and scream on top of her lungs. While still far away enough from her predator to not be seen, her scream was not something that could ever get ignored. Quick sudden steps echo in the forest as more and more leafs get crushed under the predator's dash, her thirst to breed and feast on a prey, any prey, is not something she'll ever be able to back down from, wether she wants it or not.
The puppy, still stunned from the shock, tried her best to get up, she knew her nightmare heard her, there was no way she wouldn't, not with a lust like that, with a dizzy head, burning heart and trembling limbs she still tries her best to quickly climb over the tree trunk, "ZAP" "GH! MGH... Mhhh..." once again the collar zaps as the puppy gets up to climb over, this time however she resists the shock up until she rolls over the tree trunk, much less noise was made from her whines of pain, but if was still a noise nonetheless, any noise it's an invitation for the predator to come and get closer to its prey.
And so the predator with her refined hearing manages to track down precisely where the puppy screamed from, by the time she arrives there was not a soul in sight, confident in her instincts she takes her time to analyze the scene, she sniffs the air and gets closer to the tree trunk, the branch is now broken and full of blood, the predator grins, takes off her white skull mask and licks the fresh blood off the fallen branch, her pupils dilate, delicious, just as sweet as it needs to be. She uses the remaining blood to paint her mask, a great way to scare and taunt her prey with her own blood.
Not too far from her the puppy runs, she runs and she runs and she runs, until she looks back to see if she was being followed, she exhales a sigh of relief and tries to catch her breath. As she calms down she checks up on the pain in her leg, she's been running with a limp this whole time without stopping, so she takes a break in a secluded spot, the more she calms down the more the pain comes back to her leg, she whimpers in silence and sits down to relax as much as she can, until... a melldy catches her attention... someone's humming a melody, walking slowly, and getting closer.
The puppy left a trail of blood along her run, so the predator did not waste time to go and toy with her prey as much as possible, the puppy now with nowhere to go tries to tries to desperately crawl away from the humming, but the predator appears from behind and steps on her hand, she whines, oh she whines so much, but not enough.
The predator stands above the puppy's exposed back, she scratches it without mercy, cries of terror come from her prey, and once more, and once more, until the puppy gives in and stops crawling, at this point the predator is drooling in anticipation, she lifts her prey's legs and with her knot mercilessly breeds with her, the puppy cries, whines and screams for help, but none would ever come, feeling split open she whines more and more with each thrust, until the predator finally knocks her up, desperate the puppy tries to crawl away again even with her ass leaking primordial seed, the predator gets in front of the puppy, making her freeze in fear, she lifts her up by holding her chin, stares at her, tilts her head and then bites her shoulder she wants to rip her meat off, but hesitates just before taking the final piece of the bite out... she goes back to staring the puppy and kisses her, making her taste her own blood, then the predator bites her prey's tongue before backing up and saying "you better run~" after that she climbs up the trees to get a better view.
In a puddle of dirt, semen, cum and blood the puppy tries her best to crawl away once again, knowing it will be futile but not being able to defy her instinct...
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mtftmeat · 5 months
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rewiring
a longtime friend i've been into hard kink with for years cleared our chat history and blocked me out of nowhere for going Too Hard with an edgier shared kink, and
at first it felt awful, horrible, still does, but now all i can think about is how this is soooo affirming to my identity feeling abt being a predatory fakegirl who feminised itself to be better at getting close to the vulnerable and fuck
fuck it's hard and leaking typing this, that friendship is gone and another trans "girl" sees it for what it is, a fucking predator, and that feels so good and RIGHT and validfating aaaaaaa
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beeg-bark · 5 months
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Being stalked through the woods by something that likes to play with its prey, feeding as much on your fear as it will on your corpse. It finds your terror so so funny, your pants and whines so adorable and you know you’re nothing more than a toy for it. You’re in its territory and it knows that means it can do anything it wants to you. Bonus points if it’s not alone, if it’s working with something else that’s just as bored or just as hungry. The hunt is nothing but a game to them and you’re the most fun thing that’s ever stumbled into their woods
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the-black-manor · 10 months
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I am horny as FUCK right now and it’s driving me crazy. I want to bury my thick cock as deep inside of someone and I can fill them with load after load after load of cum. I want to feel them clench and squirm around me as my cock throbs inside of them, pressed hard against their insides, unloading thick ribbons of seed to coat their walls and fill them. I want to feel their stomach against mine as it stretches and bulges from the cum pouring out of my cock and flooding their womb or ass.
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cottagecore-scarecrow · 9 months
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I want to be hunted. I want to feel the fear wreck my body as I'm naked and afraid, knowing that I can't see him but he can see me. Always.
I want to feel his presence even when he isn't there because of paranoia and desperation.
I want him to pin me to the ground and snarl, baring his teeth and to bite into my neck. Grunting. Growling. Predatory.
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feraldogteeth · 6 days
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On all fours. No, not my hands and knees. Hands and feet. Sprint through some woods on four limbs.
Man, I sure hope I don’t get ambushed and tackled to the ground, twigs snapping under me as I’m shoved down and wrestled.
Better not let me go or I’ll fight back, just hold me down for your own safety, yeah, just like that.
Of course I’ll keep struggling, baby, I’ll fight until I’m too exhausted to move. Let’s see which one of us can last the longest.
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subtleblades · 1 month
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A dagger gleams softly in the dark, cold fingers at your throat caress - then constrict. You can't breathe, you can't see. There's another hand over your mouth, ice water floods your throat.
Stars swim before your eyes, blurred and fading into black. You hear your body hit the ground, the grass is wet, footsteps circle above.
When you come to, the world takes a while to resolve. The smell of dirt, something sticky on your face, tension throbbing behind your eyes, in your jaw, and your ears ring. Your body feels so heavy, so slow. You try to move your arms and you can't.
Helpless, you are a wounded deer.
You try to speak, or to scream, or to moan in pain- and there is a curious emptiness in your throat. Your mouth is a void. You have no tongue to feel if you still have teeth, you have no tongue to taste the blood. But now that you are aware you can feel it dripping down the back of your throat.
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