Move In for the Kill
Frosty tail bristled angrily as he crouched in the bushes. The cheetah's dull claws kneaded in the dirt with silent agitation as he watched and waited. It had been a fruitless day, and he was starving. Normally he would lure someone away with his charm and attractive frame, but today he felt unusual. He felt different. He felt...natural.
His location of choice was a small, lush grove in the park that was rarely visited. It was near the far corner of the vast landscape, nestled away at the edge of a dense forest. Despite being out of the way, the private grove still had the occasional visitor, seeking solitude from the bustle of the city park. The cheetah's ears perked as he spied a young buck strolling along the path. He grinned, the tip of his tail sweeping back and forth.
The buck seemed oblivious to his surroundings, and was clearly distressed about something; all the better for the cheetah. His eyes narrowed as he watched the young male approaching, padding slowly along the path, shuffling his feet as his mind poured over something. He was clearly distracted with his thoughts.
The male was wearing a pair of loose jogging shorts, along with a thin t-shirt that hugged close to his slender frame. A pair of small antlers sprouted from his forehead, rising to four slightly curved points. His red-brown fur shined in the sunlight as it beamed down over him, seeming to beckon to the lurking cheetah.
Frosty's breathing slowed as he relaxed, slowly crouching lower. His hind legs curled beneath him, his thighs and calves tensing. His forearms slowly stretched out ahead of himself, moving into position to leap out of the bushes. Everything seemed to go perfectly for him as the deer stopped right in front of him to kick a small stone that lingered on the dirt trail. This was Frosty's chance.
The bushes shook and cracked angrily as the cheetah dove out, his arms outstretched. He lunged at the startled buck, the male scarcely having the chance to turn to face his attacker. His arms wrapped around the male's chest, focusing his weight on the buck's midsection. The collision knocked the male down effortlessly, sending the pair tumbling into the dirt.
The cheetah was quick to strike, diving for the terrified buck's neck. The male tried to scream, but was muffled to a choking grunt when the spotted feline's jaws clamped down on his throat. The buck's hands immediately shot up in an attempt to push Frosty off, shoving firmly. The feline's paws reacted in a flash, shoving the buck's shoulders into the dirt. The cheetah tightened his jaws, his semi-sharp feline teeth biting down.
The terrified buck felt his heart racing as he pushed again, but the cat's hold on his neck was secure. He felt the white cheetah's teeth pierce through his pelt, sinking into the tough flesh around his throat. His fingers scrambled and scratched uselessly against the cheetah's body as he thrashed beneath the determined predator.
Frosty locked his knees around the deer's waist to keep the smaller male from escaping, tasting blood in his mouth as he bit down. He snapped his head in a quick motion, his teeth tearing deeper into the victim's flesh and piercing his jugular. A gout of blood splattered over the cheetah's face and jaws as he chewed on the buck's neck, a grotesque gurgle rising from the male's throat as the feline's teeth ruptured his trachea.
The cheetah growled dominantly, his nostrils flaring as heavy breaths rushed from his nose. He kept his paws firmly planted on the buck's shoulders, ensuring that the male didn't have any room to wiggle away. Even if he did manage to escape, the wound that Frosty had inflicted on him would likely be fatal. The cheetah was determined to make sure that he wouldn't be going anywhere, however.
The buck gurgled and grunted noisily, his heart pounding in his chest now. His face was quickly going crimson from the lack of air, his violent struggling tiring his muscles. His body was giving out quickly, the loss of blood from the neck combined with strangulation making him dizzy. His vision was blurring and growing dark, despite the beaming sunlight that was piercing through the trees.
Despite the weakening struggles, Frosty maintained his hold on the young male. The deer's paws feebly pushed against his neck and face, his lungs filling with blood with each attempt he made to breathe. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way out of his situation, but it seemed hopeless. He was going to die, at the hands of an insane cheetah.
Frosty let out an almost feral growl, a forceful bite crushing the buck's throat and sealing his fate. Blood spurted over the predator's white, spotted fur, staining it crimson as he kept his jaws firmly locked around his victim's throat. His tail lashed back and forth through the air, the fur bristling as it waved. His paws eventually let up the pressure on the male's shoulders, content that he wouldn't be going anywhere now.
The buck's legs scraped over the ground weakly, the toes curled as his body finally gave out. Several seconds passed before the male fell still, a sickening gurgle rising from his throat as he let out a dying breath. Despite the lack of struggling, Frosty maintained his position over his catch. His eyes glanced up and down the clearing, checking to make sure he hadn't been seen.
Satisfied that he was alone, he climbed off the motionless male and released his hold on the buck's neck. His pink tongue flicked out, lapping over his muzzle several times to brush the blood out of his fur. It was still stained pink, and would take proper grooming to clean completely. Frosty knelt down once more, latching his jaws around the male's neck again. He tugged sharply, hauling the dead buck across the dirt path toward the trees. It took several bursts of effort, but eventually he succeeded in pulling the buck into the bushes at the edge of the forest. A crimson stain marred the dirt path, reminding the cheetah of the deed.
Frosty licked his lips again as he let the buck flop down in the bushes, crouched possessively over his catch. He wouldn't start his meal yet, however. He had several matters to take care of, first. He reached down to untie the male's shorts, then tugged them off shamelessly. The buck's boxers followed suit, leaving the deer's lower body exposed.
The feline's paws tugged up at the bottom of the buck's shirt, exposing his soft, cream-colored underbelly. He pulled the shirt upward and over the buck's head, but it snagged on his small antlers. Frosty growled as he jerked sharply, the fabric straining against those dense protrusions. He was growing frustrated, his belly growling hungrily, calling for its meal. He yanked sharply upward, one of the buck's antlers piercing through the fabric with a crackling rip. Another jerk tore the shirt clean through, splitting it all the way to the neck as Frosty ripped it free.
With the deer unclothed, Frosty was almost ready for his meal. There was the matter of those antlers, though. He knew that he would have trouble digesting them, and it was likely that they could perforate him on the way down. He gripped one antler in each paw, tugging at them, but they seemed to be firmly affixed. Growling, he tugged sharply in opposite directions. There was a moment of resistance before they snapped away with a crack, leaving a pair of dull nubs on the buck's forehead.
Frosty tossed the antlers away, panting softly as he gazed down at his catch. His stomach growled hungrily again, calling out for the meal. As tempted as he was to let feral instinct take over and tear into the male's flesh, he was determined to fill his belly immediately. He reached down and grabbed the buck's head between his paws, hefting him up. The male's limbs dangled lifelessly as Frosty pulled him closer, licking over the buck's forehead. He enjoyed the pleasant taste for several seconds before his jaws gaped open, gliding over the male's head.
While he normally enjoyed the struggles of live prey, there was an enjoyable bliss in devouring something that he had hunted down and killed. He drooled hungrily, matting down the buck's fur as he pushed his gaping maw down over the head. He paused a moment when the buck's nose met the back of his throat, then gulped deeply.
The cheetah's jaws yawned open as he hunched over the dead meal, stretching his maw over the male's shoulders. Fortunately, the shorter male was quite slender. He would be quite a satisfying meal, without leaving the cheetah completely immobilized. Drool dripped from the feline's jaws over the buck's chest, clinging wetly to his fur as a deep, satisfying gulp wedged the deer's head into Frosty's throat.
Frosty slid back several inches, hauling the meal with him to give himself a better angle. He paused for a moment, his tongue flicking over the wounds on the victim's neck before another deep swallow spread his gullet around the deer's shoulders. His paws slid lower on the male's body, tugging at his waist to pull it toward his hungry maw.
Lewd, wet gulps broke the silence of Frosty's surroundings as he fed more of the buck's body into his throat. The slick muscles moved his prey toward his waiting belly, which gurgled eagerly. His lips slurped around the deer's waist, his paws working lower to grope and squeeze at his meal's hips and rump.
With the meal almost halfway over, the cheetah fell back onto his rump, sitting in the bushes. His meal's hips and legs dangled limply from his maw, the cheetah's rippling throat sucking the meal down with each swallow. He gave a firm push as he swallowed again, stuffing the buck's butt into his jaws. His tongue lapped over the male's crotch, savoring the musky flavor that permeated the surrounding fur.
By now, the male's head was starting to push into his belly, the front of the cheetah's body bulging obscenely around his captured meal. He reached down to clutch the deer's ankles, tipping his head up and lifting the male's legs into the air. A lewd slurp drew the buck's hips down his throat, forcing the male's upper body to start curling up in his gut.
Frosty watched the male's legs descend into his maw, each gentle gulp tugging and squeezing the meal into his belly. It gurgled quietly around its meal, a soft burp rising up the cheetah's throat. He swallowed again, the victim's thighs passing into his throat. A soft push against the buck's hoofed feet stuffed them into his jaws, sealing the remainder of the cheetah's meal inside his body. He paused for a moment, letting his belly relax and stretch, then allowed a series of soft gulps to tuck away the male's body.
Frosty wobbled for a moment before he rolled onto his back, rubbing his paws over his swollen gut and pushing firmly. He felt the outline of the buck's body through his stomach, another gurgle rumbling through his belly before a deep, satisfied burp escaped his lips. He licked over them, tasting the coppery hints of the buck's blood on his breath.
The cheetah sighed deeply, hugging his gut and squeezing the buck firmly. His stomach growled and gurgled as heated fluids began to seep from the walls, coating the deer's body. He licked over his muzzle several more times, yawning widely as the effects of a filling meal started to set in. He took another deep breath, then rolled onto his side and burped. His paws gently rubbed back and forth as he drifted off to sleep, his stomach diligently working to digest his victim...