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Hare was a great trickster. He had outsmarted every hunter on the plains over and over again, becoming a legend in his own time among both predators and prey. It was said that no one could match his speed, no sound could escape his ears, and no one could match his wit. His mind was his greatest weapon, and he took pride in his ability to talk his way out of any situation. His reputation had grown to the point that most of the predators who hunted him didn't care about him as food anymore. They only cared about the recognition they would gain as the hunter who defeated Hare. For a time, that made Hare a target, and he found himself constantly evading or outwitting enemies. However, they eventually got tired of the constant humiliations they faced at his hands, and most of them gave up.

Only one remained who dared to challenge him. Coyote was persistent. She had a reputation as a trickster herself, and it irked her to no end that Hare had bested her at every turn. Each gambit she had tried had failed miserably. Once, she had managed to lure him into a canyon, where she tried to push a boulder off of a cliff to crush him. He caught the sound of pebbles shifting on the slope above him, and dashed away before the rock could fall. Another time, she hid herself in a swimming hole, using a large reed to breath. Just before he jumped into the water, Hare caught her shadow beneath the surface, and decided to stay on shore. He started skipping rocks at her, dropping the smooth stones on her head one after another. Coyote maintained her composure and her cover, as any good huntress would, until he heaved a large, flat rock at her. It smacked her, and she came up coughing and sputtering for air. While she rubbed the bump on her head, Hare ran away laughing. Worst of all had been the time she stalked him for days, learning his habits, until she felt confident enough to lay an ambush. However, Hare had known from the beginning that she was following him, so when she tried to hide behind one of his favorite sunny rocks, he climbed a tree and dropped a beehive on her head. She bolted from the spot, screaming as the angry bees stung everywhere.

After the bee incident, Coyote left Hare alone for a while. He went on his way, playing jokes on people, running to his heart's content, and lazing around in sunny spots and swimming holes. Despite his carefree attitude, he still remained cautious and vigilant.

One day, Hare was out for a run on the plains. He was shirtless, letting the sun fall on his light brown fur. After several hours of exercising his powerful legs, he had slowed to a jog and was considering a rest, but he couldn't shake a feeling of unease. The feeling only got stronger when he heard a rustle behind him in the tall grass. He stopped, turned around, and perked his ears, listening to his surroundings. The grasses swayed in a light breeze, and for a moment he thought it was only the wind. But then he heard another rustle and saw some of the grass moving independently of the breeze. "I know that's you, Coyote," he called out, taking several large hops in the opposite direction. "You're going to have to try harder than that to sneak up on me."

It was then that he heard her howl, but it didn't come from the direction of the rustling. It came from his right. Was she working with someone else? He ran left, deciding that he didn't want to find out.

He had gone less than twenty yards before another howl rang out. It was ahead and slightly to the left. He changed course, but it wasn't long before another howl went up. No matter where he turned, more howls greeted him from every direction. Was he being hunted by an entire pack? How had they gotten so close without him hearing anything?

By this point, he had gotten completely turned around without realizing it. He rushed through a dense stand of high grass, only for a new terror to course through him. Coyote was right in front of him! He skidded to a stop, hoping to dash off in another direction, but it was too late. She pounced, and her weight drove him into the ground. The impact stunned him, and when he recovered, he found himself on his back and face to face with Coyote, whose broad grin revealed a maw full of sharp teeth.

"Ha! I finally caught you," she crowed. "You'll make a fine meal."

"Wait!" he cried, desperate to stall her somehow. "Tell me one thing, as a last request. How did you sneak up on me like that? No one has ever been able to do that before."

The canine considered for a moment, and in the end she couldn't resist boasting about her achievement. "I knew that no matter how stealthy I was, I couldn't escape the notice of your vaunted hearing. So I wondered if I could trick your ears instead. I learned how to throw my voice, and make my howls seem to come from any direction. Once I could do that, it was a simple matter to herd you wherever I wanted. I've been toying with you for the entire chase, and now I have you as my prize. But enough talking. It's time to eat!"

"But I'm too cute to die," Hare whimpered.

"Sorry, bunny rabbit, but-"

"Hare."

"What?"

"I'm a hare, not a rabbit," he declared with indignation. "There is a difference."

"Whatever, you taste the same."

"We do not!"

"How would you even know?"

"Well, I've kissed other hares before, and I've kissed rabbits before, so... yeah."

"I see. If half of what I've heard about your kind is true, I'm guessing there was a lot more than just kissing involved."

"I assure you that I only kissed them. I just won't say where I kissed them."

"Oho! All males have the same appetites, don't they?"

"You could say that." Suddenly he kissed the coyote, fiercely locking their muzzles together. As he drew back, he licked his lips and smirked. "And now I know what a coyote tastes like."

"You arrogant bastard!" she snarled, baring her teeth and growling dangerously.

"What? Never been kissed by your prey before?"

"Absolutely not! I don't let just anybody kiss me, especially not impudent food like you!"

"I like a female with high standards. A mighty huntress like you must have her pick of males. I bet you see plenty of action in the bedroom."

Coyote stuttered, looking for a retort, but came up with nothing. Blushing hard, she looked away, clearly embarrassed.

"Going through a bit of a dry spell, are we?" Hare teased.

"Well... it's... I mean... Why am I even talking with you? I should be eating you right now!"

"If you need someone to listen, I have the ears for it. Besides, I'm a bit of a captive audience."

She laughed in spite of herself. "Fine. No one has shared my bed for some time, not that it's any business of yours."

"True, it's none of my business, but I hate to see a lovely, powerful female go without the attention she deserves."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, prey."

"It is no flattery; I merely speak the truth. I am the fleetest and craftiest of all prey, and you caught me! That makes you the mightiest of predators, and such a skilled huntress deserves recognition. The males of your village should be lining up for the chance to win your hand, yet it seems they ignore you. Their rejection weighs heavily on you, doesn't it? Don't try to deny it. A huntress needs more than just food. Plentiful game is all well and good, but there are other desires that need to be satisfied from time to time."

"You don't really mean that." Coyote tried to hide her delight, though Hare noticed how her tail wagged when he complimented her. "Besides, if it were true, I'd have a mate by now."

Hare decided to press his advantage by continuing to appeal to her vanity. "Give yourself more credit! The males of your village are fools to ignore you. You have the quickest wit and the clearest mind, the keenest eyes, the sharpest claws, and the sharpest teeth. You're terrifying to prey like me." He brushed her leg, letting his fingers slip through her fur to feel the muscles underneath. "Your body is so sleek and your haunches are so powerful, yet you maintain such feminine curves, and somehow you keep your fur so soft. And look at that tail of yours, gracefully sweeping from side to side. I admit I'm partial to the cotton ball tail of my own kind, but yours is still a very nice tail."

Coyote was practically preening by now, basking in his praise. Though she still sat on his stomach and prevented him from getting up, she no longer kept him pinned to the ground. Her grip loosened so that her claws no longer dug into his chest. The look on her face plainly said that she wanted to hear more.

"I see the tension in your muscles and the weariness in your eyes. You want for companionship, don't you? You yourself admitted that you have not known the touch of a male for too long. I can help you."

"How can you help? You're just prey." She tried to maintain the demeanor of a fierce huntress, tried to show that she still had complete control, but her voice betrayed curiosity and even excitement.

"I may be prey, but I am still a vigorous young male! You could search for years and never find anyone who knows more about the art of sex. The females I have satisfied sing my praises still. Indescribable pleasure can be yours. All you have to do is relax and promise not to bite."

Her ears were reddening, and a coy smile formed on her face. Her blushing did not escape Hare's attention, and he knew it was time to make his move. He caressed her muzzle and drew her into a kiss. She did not resist. In fact, she eagerly pressed into it. Their tongues struggled for dominance within their mouths, pushing back and forth and probing side to side. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hand continued to explore her face and neck - a caress along her cheek, a scratch behind her ear, a stroke along her neck. His other hand traveled along her supple curves, moving up along her side from her hips to her breasts, and then down her back in long strokes. His fingers left little furrows in her fur and tickled her where they grazed her skin.

Coyote was moaning now, giving in to the sensation of being kissed and petted. With her distraction so apparent, Hare thought he had a chance to take control. He tried to flip them over so he could be on top, but she stopped him and pinned him against the ground once more. "No, Mr. Hare, I will stay in control. We can't have you trying to run off before you make good on your bragging."

Fear flickered across his face for the briefest moment. She had seen right through his plan. His mind raced for other options and hastily assembled a new strategy. The contingency was obvious. He would simply have to employ every bit of carnal skill he possessed to leave her so enraptured that she would willingly let him go. It was his only chance, and though it initially seemed a long shot, he was confident he could do it. After all, he was the best at this sort of thing, and she was so starved for attention that even a male of far lesser skill could probably leave her satisfied.

"My dear, I wouldn't dream of running off. I promised you indescribable pleasure, and that is what I will give you. I merely thought you would be more comfortable on your back, but if you prefer to stay on top, I can work with that."

He moved both hands to her body and began to give her a frontal massage. He rubbed her hips and thighs, relieving some of the tension in her powerful leg muscles. Then he moved up to her belly, petting and brushing her lightly toned abdomen as he complimented her figure once again. His hands moved even higher, until he reached her chest and removed the leather wrappings that covered her breasts. Coyote made a happy growling sound when Hare began to knead the mounds of flesh. Her growls and pants grew louder as he squeezed and rubbed and played, tweaking her nipples into hard points.

Suddenly, she smacked his hands away and looked down at him. There was a gleam in her eyes, not of hunger, but of lust. She pulled down his cloth breeches to expose his loins to her view, licking her lips as she appraised his worthiness. He was bigger than she had expected, and his shaft was only half erect so far. She decided to help him along by giving him a slow lick along his length. Another long lick followed, and then she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Pre-cum began to leak from his tip, and she hesitantly tasted it, finding that she enjoyed the saltiness. Finally, she took his entire shaft into her muzzle and gave several quick bobs of her head until the hare grunted.

He was fully hard now, and she was more than ready to see if he could live up to his boasting. She removed her loincloth, repositioned herself so that her hips were over his, grabbed his length, and guided it so his tip nestled just inside her slit. Then she sat on his shaft in one smooth motion, gasping as she took him to the hilt. She locked eyes with him and flashed a toothy grin. "It's time for you to show me what you can really do."

Hare let out a happy sigh as the coyote's tight tunnel gripped his length. He took a few moments to get used to the silky squeeze of her inner walls, and then started thrusting, setting a steady pace from the outset. He let her get used to the intrusions of his member, and then surprised her with several hard bucks before going back to the more even pace. He gave these harder thrusts at random intervals to try to keep things interesting, and the gasps and groans that escaped her throat showed the effect he was having.

After a few minutes, he decided to take things to the next level. He bucked a little harder and faster, enjoying the tight, warm, wetness that coated his length. The next step was to cajole Coyote into taking a more active role. "Try moving your hips more. It will feel better if you meet my thrusts. Trust me."

Coyote decided to listen to his advice. Instead of merely sitting there and letting him do all the work, she began to move up and down. It took some time before she found a rhythm to match his, but soon she was grinding against him expertly. Each time she lowered herself, he bucked into her, allowing his cock to completely fill her passage. She felt so wonderfully full when their hips met, and so depressingly empty when he withdrew, that she quickened her pace and urged him to do the same. The top of his shaft grazed her clit with each movement, sending sparks of pleasure through her body and forcing lustful noises from her throat. Her soft whines turned to pleasured moans and then to eager yips as she bounced harder on his cock.

Hare was not unaffected either. The faster and harder they moved, the more he sighed and grunted. She was so much tighter than he was used to, and each time her walls clenched around him, his shaft throbbed harder. He wanted release, but knew he had to hold off until she was completely satisfied. He grabbed her hips, partially to steady himself, but partially so he could thumb her clit and speed her climax.

Coyote's whole body shivered under the practiced touch of the hare. Whimpering, groaning, and growling, she found she couldn't make her muscles listen to her anymore. Her rhythm faltered as yet another shock ran through her body. She sat hard on his cock and placed her hands on his bare chest to keep from falling over, but her hesitation didn't stop him. He kept pounding away, using his grip on her hips to keep her moving in the right directions.

Something was building in her loins, a pulsating anticipation that left her breathless. It became greater and greater, undeniable in its intensity, until it exploded through her entire being. She threw her head back and howled as she reached her peak, her yips and cries echoing across the plain, telling the world of her blissful release.

Hare already thought she was tight, but when she reached her orgasm, her inner walls gripped him like a vice. Holding back was no longer possible, so he forced her hips down, impaling her on his twitching shaft as it spurted his essence into her deepest places. He continued to thrust hard and fast even through his orgasm, and some of the warm, sticky semen leaked out around his length and matted into their fur.

Their movements slowed, until they were merely resting. Hare relaxed, and Coyote collapsed on top of him, eyes unfocused and tongue lolling out of her mouth. "That was so good. It was just what I needed," she panted.

"I knew you'd enjoy it," he murmured, stroking her back as she recovered. "Do you still want to eat me? Wouldn't it be a shame to never experience that again?"

Coyote didn't answer right away. She took several deep breaths, enjoying Hare's scent in her nostrils and the warmth of his body against hers as she reflected on her experience. "Alright. I promise I won't eat you. I'll never hunt you again, so long as you promise to satisfy me whenever I ask."

"I think we have a deal."

Coyote rolled off of him and propped herself up on her elbow, marveling at the thick globs of semen that leaked from her well-used hole. Meanwhile, Hare pulled his breeches back on and sat up. He looked at the naked, smiling canine next to him and gave her one last smoldering kiss to remember him by. Then he got up and ran off into the plains, leaving behind a dazed, but extremely satisfied, female.

***

Months passed, and Hare didn't encounter Coyote even once. He didn't really care whether he saw her or not, as long as she stayed true to her word and didn't try to eat him. He went on with his life: running free across the plains, lazing in shady groves, and bedding as many beautiful female hares as he could seduce. Things were better than ever, and he gave no thought to what he had done to escape the jaws of his latest predator.

However, that all changed one day in a peaceful grove of Ponderosa pine. Hare was resting beneath the cool branches of the trees when he heard a twig snap. His ears perked. His muscles tensed, ready to run if he decided the sound meant danger.

"Who's there?" he called.

"It's been a while, Mr. Hare," answered a familiar feminine voice, though the sound seemed to come from the opposite direction of the earlier noise.

"Coyote? Where are you? I don't like this feeling of you sneaking up on me."

"You'll see me when it's time."

"Don't tell me you've started hunting me again. I thought we got past that." He looked around, but didn't see her. Nor could he locate her by sound. Somehow, her voice seemed to bounce off of every tree and come from every direction at once.

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of trying to eat you. You're just too clever."

He relaxed somewhat, enjoying the feeling of being complimented by a predator. "I'm clever? Well, I don't like to brag, but I've worked my way out of quite a few predicaments."

"And you're powerful too. Those strong, fast legs; those long, attentive ears... You're quite impressive for a prey species."

"Thank you. That's high praise from a hunter like you. I'm not perfect though. Honestly, I always wished I was a little taller."

"But you're big where it counts. I was very impressed."

"We hares do have a reputation to uphold in that department."

"Mmm, and you did such a good job upholding it. So big, and skilled, and potent."

"Yes, I am quite... Wait, potent?"

"Yes. Very potent." Coyote finally stepped from her hiding place. She smirked as she watched the hare's eyes go wide as he noticed how her body had changed. It was still powerful, but it had lost some of its sleekness. Her figure had filled out, with larger hips and swollen breasts. Her belly, which had been thin and toned before, was now quite large and round. It was impossible to deny that she was pregnant. "I think you'll make a very good mate."

"M-mate? But, but..."

"Come now, you wouldn't think of running out on our new family, would you? Especially since you know I can catch you. I may not be as fast as I was a few months ago, but once I get back in shape, there isn't much that will stop me."

"N-no, of course not," he reassured her. It must take real skill to sound friendly and threatening at the same time, he thought, while attempting to reign in his panicking mind. He wanted to run, but his feet were rooted to the spot, and he knew she could make good on her warning either way. It didn't take much thought to determine what he had to do. "Come here, my lovely mate!" he exclaimed, closing the distance between them and hugging her warmly, trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. At this point, he wasn't sure if he was more scared of her or the cubs. He wasn't ready to be a father, but he also wasn't ready to be eaten by a scorned coyote.

"I knew you'd do the right thing." She hugged him back and nuzzled him. "Let's go back to my village now. I want you to meet my family."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he wondered, though he wasn't about to refuse.

"Don't worry; I'll make it very clear to everyone that they are not to eat you." They set off at a brisk pace, her iron grip around his wrist, practically dragging him behind her. Hare gulped and tried to keep up, wondering how long he would survive as a vicious predator's mate. Even if he didn't end up as a meal, he still had to deal with the responsibilities of family life, which had never appealed to him.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, until Coyote looked back at Hare with a broad grin across her muzzle and a gleam in her eye. "After you meet my family, maybe we can sneak off to my den and have some fun together. Pregnant females still have needs, after all."

Well, maybe the situation wouldn't be all bad.