Huntress of Flesh
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Dear reader, this story is for mature audience, because it contains erotic elements and a rape scene. The handling actors are furries. This story is about the confrontation of death and playfullness. This means that it is not a very easily readable erotic story. If you agree to that what you just read, please continue else stop reading. Any comments and questions about the story are wellcome. The Story copywrite is owned by the alias, little cheshire skunk. No copies and publications of this text is allowed without the agreement of the writer.
Huntress of Flesh
The nearly motionless shadows that crawled by below his paws were the only signs of the time passing by. He sat there for many hours today like he had done so many other days before. He is a skunk that recently reached the age of mere fourteen full season circles. The hot beams of the steppe sun warmed his thick fur. It is spotted in white like the fresh liquid of the subtantial cactuses and in black like the firmament of the night sky. The only stars on this dark sky are his two watchful emerald eyes. Their view glide over the lush green and steamy jungle thicket beneath the bank he was sitting. The scream of a strange animal cut through the air. An image of a colorful feathered bird was created in his mind. This wonderful beings were the only living in the jungle he knew from sight. All the others only existed in his mind, formed by tales, rumors and fantasies. He keeped up the illision for a moment to return after to trace the mist wandering between the tree tops. It looked like countless green hills full covered with fresh grass.
Clouds gathered together at the horizont. It is going to rain. What a wonderful place is this. It is gifted with a sprinkle of the lifebringing water each day. He should go now and head back deep into the wast steppe lands. He should find some food on the way and return to the safety of his families den until dusk awakes the creatures of the night. Every day he walked out to the outskirms of the jungle he had this inner fight if one step further would be his peril or a fantastic journey. The warnings of his mother clanged in his mind. No one should have ever returned from the green hell. And when he asked why, they talked of huge hunters, flesh eating flowers and a insuperable labyrinth. This horror stories did affect him less with each season that passed by. He knew that no one of their kind did watched the jungle as long as him. Additionaly he grew older, stronger and more courageous. What are they affraid of. He couldn't imagine. A deep sigh left his lungs and he stepped one step downwards on the slopes towards the moist and green jungle. This step followed by an ohter unsure second step. A third, a fourth and then his body started to trot onwards by its own.
He submerged into a sea of impressions for his hungry mind. Hundreds of unkown scents enmeshed his nose. From lots of different fresh green plant life and their various colorful strange blossoms. Spotless white, sunburst yellow, warm orange, violette and firey red were the colors the blossoms weared. The cuts of their clothes didn't lacked in variety behind the multitude of colors. Their garment was of the finest of nature. Beside the odours of flora the air was filled with additional scents of sweat and markings created by the hiding inhabitants of this wonderous place. It was a mighty catherdral of life. Some rare sun beams peeked through the lush green ceiling. The meeting place of mist and light turned out to a million of tiny floating diamonds. He felt his fur geting wet from beneath, his sweat. The place was hot even without the direct glance of the sun. His view traveled along the grand ancestors of this place the enormous tree gaints. On the way upward his eyes catched the sparkling of a rainbow. It was the reflection or a sun ray upon the fragile wings of a large flying insect. It hovered there in the air like it wouldn't be affected by gravity nor his simple presents at this place.
A faint warmth did spread from her back and a relaxing feeling with it. The sun did scritch her back fur gently. One forefoot dangled in a slow rhythm below her body. The tail surrounded the thick branch that carried her weight. Though the touch of ther sun was pleasent she did wait for the refreshing shower of the afternoon. The buzzing sound of an insects flyby did disturb her peaceful slumber. Her sleepy eyes glided accross the green thicket looking out for something of her interest. Between her half opend eye lids she spotted a stranger in her realm. It was a small furball with a fluffy tail on the floor of the jungle. The furs color was black as a panther and white like the rumps of the cheeky apes. Her watchful eyes did trace the newjunglers movements. She was unsure if he was more of a hunter or more of her prey. Alerted by her curiousity her body began to awake. A gentle strech to ease muscles from the long rest. A pricise appraisal of the range to the next branch. Her agile body contracting like a spring. A rustling in the branches a blured flying shadow was recongnicable before she securely landed on the target branch. Now she was a jump closer to her furball of interest.
He felt a bit dizzy from looking up into the top most regions of the trees. Some strange furs were hangling themselfs form branch to branch in this vertiginous heights. Their fur was mostly brown while his eyesight caught their shine white bums first. Out of a sudden they started to scream in high sharp tones. They must be quarreling amoung themselfs as his check for any danger around him didn't noticed any thread. And in case he still had his special weapon nobody here would know about. The acheing of nearby wood turned his attention towards the direction of the sound. She was in full flight towards himself. Her body was nearly twice as big as himself. The yellow fur covered with black stripes did conceal her body from his eyes befor. Her eyes fixed on him. They starred inside of him revealing the sudden fear that spread towards his body. Her open muzzle showed a couple of sharp and blood thirsty arrow peaks. They were crowned by the eyetooths. Two daggers ready to rip his throat apart. The fangs were wxtended and ready to grap his frozen body in a last embrance of death. His mind did strech the second of her approach into a endless torture. Visions and memories of his life did past by and the last word that stayed were, "None did ever come back." His body was struck down by her impact. She pinned him down on the floor. Searing pain paralized his body. Each hasty gasp he felt her pointy teeths closing more around his neck. Cold sweat ran down his body and his eyes were closed firm in expection of his own death. It didn't happen the moment after. Why was his capturess extending his pain.
He was prey that was for sure. Nevertheless he was a new kind of prey and new things had to be examined acording to her nature. Beside his now dominating smell of fear he carried the scents of the steppe. The fur was that of a young one, soft and thick. It felt nice to touch it even when it was a bit sticky by his own sweat. His frame was small and not to fragile since it hasn't been broken by her assault. She filled her lungs with air and pressed herself close to the shaking thing beneath. Her body did feel his frim chest and tummy muscles as he was hastely breathing. She hold her breath to recognice his tiny hearth running. She loved the essence of fear. Her set of teeths eased its lock around his neck. While she was looking down onto his face she growled at him in a gutteral fashion,
"Open your eyes. I want to see them."
His mind was unable to form anything else than the cold emptyness of his fear. He lost his sense for time. Just enduring the tortures of waiting for his eternal journey. A silent voice from far away reached his mind. It was only a mumbling. He began to fade back into his real existance.
"Don't you hear me. Open your eyes."
His eye lids sprang open revealing two emerald green eyes. They were green in green like a minature of the jungles. Her view did drop into his eyes. She didn't find his youthful gleam, only the horrid emptyness of his mind. Salt water gathered together in the inner corner of his eyes. It fromed to a tear and rolled down his cheek. She caught the escaping tear with her left paw. Her voice spoke in a softer tone,
"Don't cry. It spoils the beauty of your eyes."
His muzzle droped open unable to create a hearable noise. He starred into her face. The soft forms of her face were cut apart by expressive black stripes all over it. A fine marking in red color was added to the fur on her forehead. It showed a lettre of a forgein language. More irritating than that were her two slutry eyes with their large pupils. Its colors matched her fur, with mostly bright yellow separeted by black. Her muzzles was shorter then his own armed with her deadly killing equipment and it did smile. Would she show mercy upon him or continue her crule play. His nearly unhearable voice formed some faint-hearted words, "
"I don't wanna die. Please, will you spare me ?"
"Maybe, I will."
"Maybe, what do you expect of me ?"
"I want to taste your flesh."
"You want to eat me alive ! Then kill me swift ! I beg you. Please end my pain."
His body shook in fear. The eyes were shut firmly and a stream of salt water ran over his cheeks. The faint hopes of his survival vanished in the moment her tonuge touched his face. She was licking up his tears. Disgust did rise inside of him form her as she was feeding on his terror. His arms were forced behind his back. A short cuting pain emerged in his wrists. A plant liana was bond around them. The pain did fade away letting the arms behind unable to move. He tried to wiggle his body out of its miserable situation. No chance, the more he tried the firmer did her grip pin him down. Encaused by his effords and the pain of his acheing muscels he resigned to her doing. Her claws were scritching his body gently while her paws were running along his flanks and chest. The moist touch of her tonuge moved deeper onto his chest. The pressure on his body got less as he was moving down ontop of him. He prepared his body to wrest out of her doomful claw. Just the moment before the execution of his bold plan his testies were enclosed by a cage of sharp claws.
"Move and they will stay with me."
He swallowed dry. A pervert mixture of fear and pleasure did mix up in his body. She was gently kneading his ball sacs. He shrug as her wet lobe moved over his sheath. He did fight the heat arising inside of him. He didn't want to be used like that before ending on her dinner table. NO, his cook grew and with it his resistance. The tongue was running on the edge of his sheath. It moved inside of it greeting the slowly arising shaft from within. Under this treatment it reached the light quite soon. Her tongue did encloth the peak of his shaft to keep it warmth outside his protecting sheath. Then her wet touch did run from his testis to the last tip of his cook.
"Stay stiff and firm and you may survive this."
He was humiliated by her. He hated his erection for being the pleasure toy for her out of his control. Her lips kissed the head of his cook. The next kiss included her tongue. The next step ahead an intense impulse of mixed pleasures ran through his body. She pushed her muzzle around his skunkhood. It felt warm, moist and creepy as her teeths slightly scritched it. Then the wet lobe in her muuzzle came back into motion. It ensared his skunkhood in a thight grip. He focused his mind to keep himself calm and from cumming to early. His life did depend on it. She bobed
her head. She increased the pressure of her muzzle. His shaft trapped in her vise of flesh and teeths. Pleasures and pain were fighting over the control of his body. His concentration did slip out just for a second. He humped in her muzzle forcing her to gag. Simultaniously she bited his shaft. The shock did cause him to shoot his hot skunk sperm into her muzzle. There the salty taste of the skunky cum was combined by his sweet blood. His world did crumble the same moment for the second time of this day. Her muzzle released his skunkhood and a sharp claw teared the bondage of his arms apart. Her body moved away from him. He felt free as her dominating voice was heared,
"You didn't please me well. Run !"
He didn't move a step.
"Run ! When you reach the outskirm of the jungle before i get you, you will be free. Now Run for your life !"
An other moment passed as meaning of the word unfold in his mind. He standed on all of his four legs. Each step inflicted stinging pain in his both front legs from the recent bondage. His teeths gritted as he supressed his tortures and began to ran. His muscels wanted to explode as they were ripped nearly apart by pain. The bleeding errection was the second source of his tormentent. It let behind a spare trail of blood stains. The branches of the jungle plants did splap into his face. They clawed additional tiny wounds into his body. It felt like being hit by hundreds of whips with metal thorns attached to them. He heard her moving behind her. She was closing for her kill. His hearth was pumping as much power as possible into his body. The space between the trees widened. He got closer to his freedom. The last reserves of his body whiped him forwad. He saw his goal. The impact of her hit him hard and he tumbled onto the ground. He let loose of the control of his body. A small shaking clew on the floor soaked in sweat of fear and piss. He had wet himself. It didn't matter any more. His time was up. A kiss on his cheek forced him to shrug in terror.
"You naugthy piece of food. You spoiled your fine flavour."
"Kill me you horrid thing. Kill me now."
"No, I will not kill you."
"Still in need for a play toy. You freak."
"Ease your tongue. Hunting you did amuse me so i decided to spare you. Now lay still and let me clean you."
She didn't had to say that because he couldn't move any more. His powers were depleted. The last thing he remembered was that she began grooming his fur. He faded away in a deep dreamless sleep. When his eyes openend again he was laying on a branch high up in the trees close to the warm body of the tigress. Fear filled his mind again, but this time it wasn't the hunteress. It was the height.
"You are save up here. Enjoy the view."