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Natural Predators-Chapter 1

He never knew how adorable the thief would look tied up in his basement, wrists cuffed and arms high up to the ceiling, leaving the unconscious lizard slightly suspended.

But then again, neither did the Digimon.

Staring at the cute little teen before him, the Tiger smirked, loving the serene expression Flamedramon held as he was slumped forward slightly.

"heh. What a cute little slut..."

The feline had been eyeballing the Digi each afternoon, running home from school, usually clad only in his black running shorts and a tight short-sleeve T-shirt, adorned with a backpack. The boy had been alluring, almost teasing the Feline as he sat out on his porch, often curling some dumbbells, often staring back at the big-armed tiger, but never said hi. He usually just stared surreptitiously (of course, Tiger didn't miss the gaze), got a blush on his white cheeks, and ran off.

But tonight, the Teen would do more than stare...Tonight, and for many many years.

Grinning a fool, the tiger drank in the sight before him: A slim Flamedramon, with a runner's body, chained up in his basement, courtesy of the rag and chloroform , his cute little muzzle, slim neck, his underdeveloped pectorals, and his tight six-pack abs, with the V pointing to the cute little slit, accentuated by pair of golfball testicles and his toned legs.

The cat wanted to plow him right there, but that could wait...

With a powerful slap to the Teen's cheek, he woke up with a yelp.

----------------------------------------------Flamedramon's Point of View-----------------------------------------

"AHH! w..what..? m..mgh..my head..where...." The words died in his throat as he stared at the wall of muscle and fur that was the tiger.

Staring a few moments like deer in headlights, he couldn't help a whimper as he tugged at his paws, looking up in horror at his cuffed wrists.

"w..w.ho...wait I see you every...OOOOFG!" He never expected the good looking Tiger to kidnap him, much less punch him in the stomach that HARD!

Whimpering in pain, biting back tears, he tried to curl up, but only succeeded in entertaining the tiger, who drew his fist back from the unsuspecting Flamey, letting him cough and catch his breath

"w..why...AAAHHGG!"

Another thud and a scream, then the Flamedramon went limp, panting softly.

----------------------------------------------- Terry's view-----------------------------------------------

He had struck the teen twice, and oh how hard those terrified yells made him...

"Do not speak unless spoken to"

That got a nod from the teen, he'd probably never been abused as he was about to be.

"Now. What is your name"

"M...Matt...GYAAGH!" His right fist driving into the unprotected stomach again, he enjoyed the thrashing Flamedramon's yells and coughs.

"No. your name is Pet. Understand?"

"w..what..? FUCK YOU! I'M N...ARRRRRGHAAAAAAA! ST..STAAAHHPP!"

Matt thrashed violently and howled into the soundproof basement as the tiger squeezed his nut-sac mercilessly for a few seconds, letting them flop down like the Teen before him. Panting and groaning in pain, the Flamey could only let out tears from his bright blue eyes.

Unsheathing his claw, he tucked it under the Flamedramon's chin, making him freeze still in fear, then lifted his chin until they were eye-level.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"haa...haa..y...yes.."

"Yes what..?" The cat's left paw rubbed the Flamey's stinging abs slowly, soothing some of the pain

The Flamedramon's muzzle was only cocked for a second before pointing straight up in yet another scream, the Tiger's left paw was lodged deep in his stomach, the punch harder than before.

Crying and clenching his burning abs, the Digi only let out heavy pants, glaring hatefully when the Tiger forced their gazes together again.

"My name is Terry K. Mcguire. You are my Pet henceforth and will always address me as 'Master'"

Ignoring the incredulous, hateful look, he continued on, smiling at him all the while.

"Rule number one: do not Speak unless Spoke to

Rule number two: You will obey my every command, regardless of the outcome

Rule number three: You are not allowed to masturbate or cum.

Rule number four: If any disobedience is displayed, you will be punished, or given privileges should you be a good little pet"

--------------------------------------------flamedramon------------------------------------------

Snarling at the tiger, Matt scoffed and spat at the tiger.

"Yeah right, you crazy FUCK! Let me go right now!"

"or what?"

"o..or...you......I'll call the cops!" the flamey threatened, really pissed now.

"how will you do that?"

"......"

He just resigned himself to glaring at the offending tiger, tugging at his paws, but he knew he was trapped: even if he could get out of the cuffs, the Tiger had easily 80 lbs on him, with defined Eight Pack, stone-hard pecs and bulging arms, Matt was sure he would be no match.

"Let me go." He adopted a pleading tone, accentuating it with a whine.

"no" Terry replied flatly, smirking ever more.

"but..why me?"

"Because you're my pet"

"No I'm not. I'm a free fur!"

"You won't be saying that soon enough."

He wanted to argue further, but the tiger had punched him yet again, causing him to double over, yowling in pain.

"ghaagh...haa....s..stop..please."

"why should I?"

-------------------------------------------------- Terry's --------------------------------------------------

He had enjoyed the cute Flamedramon's yells of pain, but of course, all good things must end.

Leaving the limp Digi to glare at him, he turned about and wheeled the cart next to the mon, a small Machine sitting on it, three translucent hoses connecting to it, one ending in a dildo-looking tube, and other going to what looked like a Mouthpiece for snorkeling, the third to a bright metal dildo, complete with barbs and what looked like a balloon at the bottom.

"w...w..w..what is thaaAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Pet's question was interrupted by yet another scream as the tiger's tail squeezed his swollen sac, letting go after a few painful seconds.

Stoic and expressionless, Terry store up to his new pet, his right paw going for the slit, while his left shot up to his right nipple, surprising the teen with a pinch and a twist

"a..ah! Ow! w..what are youuuuuuhhhhh....." his moan was music to Terry's fuzzy ears as he dove a claw into the young teen's slit, the sharp clawtip rubbing at the cock, coated in internal fluids, even as his left tweaked and tugged at the now-hard nipple

"yes....moan for your master, Beg for more..."

The flamey bit his tongue, even as a squeal of pleasure escaped his muzzle when his white cock poked out of the slit, immediately assaulted by the unrelenting paw, squeezing and rubbing the head.

When the rather impressive cock had hardened to its full 8 inches, Terry was honestly amused: he didn't expect a 15 year old to be so...hot!

Gripping the adolescent tool, the tiger stroked up and down, chuckling at the loud moans given off by the bound mon.

"you're a virgin aren't you boy?"

A mix of loud whimpering and groaning was all he got for an answer, causing him to go slightly faster, his left paw moving over to the boy's navel, rubbing and massaging each of those delicious abs, driving higher pitched moans.

"a..ahhh..ohhhggmmm....s.s..s.taaaamm.....p..pleeeeeeaaase....mmmhhhh...."

All too soon, the boy was bucking against his pre-slicked paw, rubbing up and down, squeezing rhythmically, loud whining letting the Tiger know the teen was about to cum.

"no you don't little slut" He squeezed down hard, much to the Flamey's loud whimpering, on the base of the cock, preventing him from orgasm, holding tight as he tried to hump the paw.

"beg." Holding the digimon's cock in his paw, just a stroke away from the edge, he smiled into Matt's eyes, the internal conflict clear when he bit his lip

"n...n..no! g..go fuck your..s..Se..OOOOOOMPH!"

Clearly annoyed, he let go of the throbbing member, instead, punching the poor Flamedramon's midsection over and over, the slim teen barely getting any air as the tiger's fists turned his proud abs to jelly, slumping unconscious after the twentieth strike.

"hmmph. What a weak little shit."

with that, he prepared the machine: hooking up the mouthpiece, forcing the boy's muzzle open to insert it between his white fangs, the cock-piece wrapping tightly around the boy's member, only the metallic, silicone dildo was left...

------------------------------------------------- Flamedramon--------------------------------

His stomach hurt so much...he wanted to gag and cough, barely containing the contents of his stomach, punch after punch landing on his stomach, Matt was more than relieved when he passed out.

'finally...'

Like all things, his relief came to an end when the tiger slapped his right butt-cheek hard, the firm mound of muscle not even wobbling

"AMMMMPPPHH!!m...mMMPH!?MM?!!"

Muffled yelling is all he could manage, what with the mouthpiece in his mouth, and a strap forcing it firm against his snout, he tried to look for the tiger, only to feel his presence behind him.

"mm..mmmhpmm.d.mm!" He covered his vulnerable ass, tightened with years of running, with his thick tail, earning a growl of annoyance.

Few moments passed in silence as he held the tail tight, even against the tiger's tugging and claws digging in, tears rolling down his muzzle, his member forgotten and throbbing.

Another scoff of annoyance, and footsteps retreated, prompting the Flamey to sigh and relax, only to scream yet again as the lash leaves a line of red on his slim back, his body arching sharply

"MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The fuzzy paw was back at his tail, the tiger's hot breath washing over his sensitive ears

"lift your tail."

"M...Mmn...n..no."

"KER-SLAP!"

"MMMAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

"Life your tail"

"Mmmphaa...mphaa.a...n..no."

"WHACK, SWISH, SMACK!"

Howling out his pain, the flamedramon slumped forwarded, every one of his muscles outlined, whining pitifully as his tail lifted, trembling, trying to look back and begging him to stop, feeling the blood run down his back.

"Good boy. Now clench"

The pain was too much, his back still afire, he complied, clenching his butt a little bit, whimpering pitifully.

The tiger, of course, rammed the metallic, thankfully lubed, dildo right up the teen's virgin ass, drawing another shriek of pain through the mouthpiece from him, blood from his tailhole now joining the puddle between his legs, whacking the tiger with his tail.

With a surprised grunt, Terry snarled and grabbed the tail, the teen too dizzy from the pain to react properly, and bit around the middle of the juicy flesh, letting the mon Thrash and scream louder, just drinking in the warm blood that coated his fur around the muzzle and whiskers, before releasing the appendage.

Without a word, Terry licked his lips and walked back around to the machine, finger on a switch, smiling at the sobbing Flamedramon cruelly.

"Now, you are my pet. Nod your head."

Few tense seconds and defiant, tear-filled scowl only caused the tiger to smile even wider, flicking the switch on, an Odd clear liquid shooting up through the tube connected to the mouthpiece, filling the mon's mouth rapidly: it was drown or swallow. So Matt swallowed, trying to turn his muzzle, but soon he was docile and limp, the aphrodisiac doing its job, as seen by his cock getting harder, slapping against the bruised abs.

"good...now..you'll call me master and beg me to fuck you soon enough."

Two more flicks later, the Flamey was moaning helplessly in his bindings: The metallic cock in his ass had started vibrating, squirting tiny amounts of unknown liquid that splashed against his prostate, making him even hornier added to the tube now around his throbbing cock, which had started sucking and flexing rhythmically.

"mm.mmmm.mmph..mmm."

Eyes screwed shut in the huge waves of pleasure, Matt squirmed and panted heavily, humping at the sucking tube, pre running through the tube endlessly.

"See you in three days" With that, Terry walked up the basement steps, waving at the wriggling Flamey.

It took a few seconds for the words to register, but Matt's crystal blue eyes flew open, and let out a whimpering plea, that ended in a long groan, his hips shooting forward to hump the machine again.

The basement door closed with a snap, only sounds being the soft whirring of the machine's pumps, and loud pants and groans from the captured Flamedramon.

With a smile, Terry went to his room, taking a quick shower and walking out of his two-story house to work at the bank, knowing he'd have an obedient pet in three days: the machine he designed and made, would keep the victim on the edge of orgasm for however long the operator wished....

"Hey Jane! How goes the gardening?" He waved cheerfully at the neighboring Lioness, who waved back with a smile.

"The zucchini are coming in great! Would you like some"

"Sure! I've got a guest coming in three days and he'll love it!"

"Drop on by after work!"

"Will do Jane, See ya!" With that, he got into his Nissan 2010 Altima, driving away from the unassuming house.

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Well, the perspective thing didn't work out too well, I wasn't really "trying" too hard per se, Just bored at work writing some smut :3

Thoughts and comments are welcomed and loved.

Haters are loved too, only once though. >=3

-Ephy