A Wild Chase

Done by Coercer1730 as a gift for awesomnessman, winner of this contest. Without further ado, here it is, the promised story.

Enjoy.

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"No doubt, there's an intruder around here" A Houndoom muses internally "I can sense them..." He growls slightly, his stance shifting subtly, his muscles tensing. He stands at attention, ears twitching and eyes narrowed as he surveys his surroundings with intense scrutiny.

The forest floor crunches softly beneath his paws, each step deliberate and precise. His tail flicks behind him, the air heavy with the scent of prey or perhaps something more ominous. A subtle tremor runs through the ground, barely perceptible, but enough to send a shiver down his spine.

The tension in his body heightens as he picks up a foreign scent on the wind—something unfamiliar yet intriguing. His hackles rise instinctively, the fur on his back bristling as his senses go into overdrive. He lets out a low, guttural growl, his sharp fangs glinting in the dim light.

"Come out!" Houndoom barks, his voice rough and commanding, a challenge issued to whatever lurks beyond his vision. He crouches slightly, preparing for an encounter, every fiber of his being on high alert. However, in a fraction of a second, the scent swiftly vanishes, leaving only the faint traces of his own musk lingering in the air. As the moment passes, his breathing slows, the adrenaline subsiding. He shakes himself slightly, regaining composure before moving forward once more, his keen senses still scanning the shadows for any sign of the elusive, unwanted company.

"This isn't over..." He whispers with a snort, his long strides carrying him deeper into the treeline, the thrill of the unknown fueling his relentless pursuit. "Something out there... And I WILL find it." The smell, the sensation. The hunt was still very much alive.

Houndoom's mind is sharp, his instincts fine-tuned by countless hunts in these same forests. His eyes scan the terrain methodically, noting every twitch of movement, every shadow that could be an ambush. The wind carries subtle changes—shifting leaves, the crackle of dry twigs—but also something else: the unmistakable feeling that he is being watched. His ears flick at distant noises, his muscles coiling, ready to strike.

The air vibrates again beneath his paws, sending another shiver through his body. It wasn't just a feeling this time—the ground trembled ever so slightly. His hackles rise once more as he steadies himself, eyes locking onto the shifting shadows ahead. Something was moving, slow and deliberate. A challenge or a warning? Either way, he had no intention of retreating.

"Come out!" Houndoom growls, his words roughened by the fire burning in his throat. The challenge is clear, his stance wide, body coiled with intent. There is no fear—only hunger for the hunt. He waits, every muscle taut, ears perked, pupils narrowing as they scan the darkness beyond the treeline.

Then, just as suddenly, the air shifts again—and the presence vanishes, once again. The forest stills, silent once more. There is no response, no sound, no movement beyond the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a night bird. His prey—or whatever it was—has slipped from his grasp. But he knows better than to think the game is over.

With a snort, he lowers his head, sniffing at the ground once more, searching for any remaining traces. It sure felt like chasing ghosts in the night, but that did little to dull the thrill of the hunt. And, in fact, it was far from over. The presence surrounding him might be elusive, but the almost imperceptible traceof broken twigs was prominent enough for the experienced male to detect, and it was fresh.

The trail led away from the thickest part of the forest, toward an area where the trees thinned and gave way to a small clearing. The wind howled as Houndoom stepped forward, the crisp air cutting against his fur. Whatever lurked beyond that line was testing him, tempting him further. He snarled, baring his fangs in a defiant display, daring whatever force to come forward.

Houndoom's claws sink into the soft earth beneath his paws as he steps into the open space. His eyes sweep the area, taking in every detail—the moonlight filtering through the sparse branches above, the faint glow of distant bioluminescent plants, the subtle shifts in the shadows ahead. The feeling is stronger here, pressing down on him like a phantom weight, yet still unseen. Yet, he is close. He can smell it—something wild, maybe dangerous, something that does not belong. A low growl rumbles from his chest as his instincts scream for action.

Then—a sudden movement catches his eye. Something shifts along the treeline, a shadow among shadows, darting between the trunks. His ears perk, body coiling as adrenaline surges through him. In a burst of speed, he lunges forward, his powerful limbs carrying him toward the disturbance. This was it, this time, he wouldn't let go that easily. He was getting closer and closer to his elusive prey, the tension in his body escalating, pushing himself to his limits, ready to capture whatever had been lurking just beyond his sight.

The chase is on.

His body moves with unmatched agility, weaving between the trees as he tracks his unseen quarry. The presence ahead does not flee outright; instead, it seems to be guiding him deeper into the woods, leading him somewhere specific. Every instinct within him screams danger—but also excitement. He doesn't slow, doesn't hesitate. This hunt has become an obsession, and he will see it through to the very end.

Then, in one sudden burst of motion, the elusive figure steps from the shadows, revealing itself for the first time. Houndoom skids to a halt, his breath heavy in his lungs as his eyes lock onto what stands before him.

It wasn't some feral beast or phantom entity—as he'd almost come to believe—but a Mightyena, its dark and grey fur blending seamlessly with the night. The sleek canine stands at the edge of the clearing, its red eyes flickering with amusement, its posture both challenging and playful.

Houndoom narrows his eyes, muscles tensed and ready for battle, but... his heart doesn't quite race in alarm the way it had before. He recognizes it now—not just as prey, not just as another hunter—but as something more. Another predator. An equal. A dangerous living being to match his own.

Mightyena's lips curl back slightly in what might be a smirk—or perhaps a taunt. "Well," it says, its words laced with a sharp, velvety quality. "Didn't think I had much company out here tonight." Its tail flicks behind it as it watches him carefully, gauging his reaction. It's testing him.

Houndoom holds firm, refusing to be intimidated. If this is a challenge, then he will meet it head-on. His growl is deep, steady, his stance unwavering. "I always make it my business to know who's lurking in my territory," he replies, voice gravelly with a sharp edge.

The Mightyena tilts its head, ears flicking at his words. Then, after a moment's consideration, it gives a slow, deliberate step toward him—neither aggressive nor submissive, simply closing the gap between them. "Interesting," it murmurs, its gaze never wavering. "Perhaps it's not so bad that you found me after all." Houndoom lets out a breath, his instincts still on high alert, but the thrill of the hunt has subsided into something else—a tension more intricate and less easily defined.

"Perhaps," he rumbles, standing firm beneath the watchful eyes of this enigmatic opponent. Whatever game they play now is different from what came before—but no less enthralling for it.

The night air was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by the wind. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Houndoom stood near the center of the clearing, his black fur absorbing what little light reached the ground. His muscles remained tense, every nerve alight with readiness. The Mightyena had not moved any closer, nor had it backed down. Instead, it stood there, its dark silhouette a silent challenge in the night. The atmosphere was charged with something unspoken, a balance teetering on the edge of confrontation or alliance.

"I don't like intruders," Houndoom stated plainly, his words edged with warning.

Mightyena chuckled under its breath, the sound almost lost beneath the hush of the night. "Funny," it replied, amusement flickering in its deep red eyes. "I was just about to say the same thing."

A beat of silence passed between them before Houndoom scoffed, shaking his head. "So we're both trespassers here, you say? Heck, no."

Mightyena snorted lazily. "Depends on whose land we're standing on," it countered, ears flicking in amusement at his stubbornness.

Houndoom's tail flicked behind him, irritation evident in his stance. "It's mine."

"You think so...?" Mightyena tilted its head slightly, lips curling ever so slightly.

The silence between them grew heavier. Houndoom's claws flexed against the soft earth, a low growl rising in his chest. "If I thought otherwise," Mightyena murmured, watching his reaction closely. "Wouldn't be having this conversation now."

"Hmm." The Mightyena's eyes glinted in the moonlight, considering. "Then maybe we should talk about it properly. Or fight for it." A test, then. Not necessarily one of brute force—but one of will, of determination. Houndoom knew better than to take any battle lightly, especially not one with such high stakes.

"Fine," he rumbled, adjusting his stance. This wasn't just a challenge—it was an opportunity. To prove himself. To see what kind of predator this Mightyena truly was. He would rise to it.

A slow grin spread across the Mightyena's face—then with a sharp twist of its body, it ran towrds a particularly dense section of the forest. Houndoom didn't hesitate; within seconds, he was in pursuit once more, this time with something much more exhilarating than mere instinct guiding his movements.

The chase continued, weaving through trees, over rocks and fallen branches. But this time, it wasn't out of aggression or fear. It was out of fascination—a challenge accepted, a hunt transformed into something deeper.

Soon, a somewhat sweeter scent, different from the wild aroma he had been chasing before, drifted through the air—something softer, warmer. As they emerged into a smaller, moonlit clearing, the Mightyena slowed before coming to a complete stop, looking back at him. "Welcome to my... home sweet home... Or... territory, as you put it."

Houndoom skidded to a halt just short of colliding with him, breathing heavy but eyes alert. "So that's where you've been hiding all night?" His voice was still gruff, but there was less bite behind it now. Mightyena let out a low chuckle, dropping into a crouch as it stretched languidly, its tail flicking lazily behind it.

"I suppose so," it mused, eyes locked on Houndoom. "Guess you'll have to guess if I'm still an intruder now... or maybe a friendly visitor..." It said, almost motioning him to investigate its own space.

Houndoom scoffed lightly but didn't immediately reject the idea. Instead, he stepped closer, taking in the scenery—a cozy den nestled beneath thick roots of an old tree, surrounded by comfortable patches of grass. A stronger scent wafted up—faint but familiar—something sort of...

"Sniffing around?" Mightyena hummed approvingly. "You might solve the mystery of my presence, after all..."

Houndoom turned his head toward Mightyena, who merely gazed back at him with quiet amusement. "You... your scent reeks of... something else..."

Mightyena rolled its head, its smirk deepening. "And what would that be, then?"

Houndoom hesitated for just a moment before answering, his words laced with uncertainty. "...Heat?"

A slow grin spreads across Mightyena's face. "Bingo."

Houndoom's breath catches in his throat. It wasn't a fight. It wasn't some wild phantom of the night. This entire chase had led to something entirely different. He studies the Mightyena now, realizing the implications, his instincts screaming at him even as his mind struggles to process it. He has never been in such a situation before. What he does next is not just a matter of pride but something far more significant. Something... intimate.

"You're... a female?"

Mightyena nods once, watching Houndoom carefully, waiting to see how he responds. His reaction is crucial, and she knows it. Houndoom, for his part, stands very still, his tail twitching behind him as his mind races through possibilities. He doesn't retreat, and that alone tells Mightyena everything she needs to know. "Interesting..."

His low rumble vibrates through the air between them as he takes one final step forward, closing the distance until he's mere inches away from her. His presence is imposing, yet there's something undeniably alluring in his strength, his confidence. Mightyena watches him, holding her breath, waiting...

With one final, steadying inhale, Houndoom leans down, his muzzle pressing against her rump in a gentle, claiming nuzzle. The message wafting from her is clear now. There were no games left. Only reality. The hunt was over. And it was time to claim the prize.

"Mine," Houndoom murmurs, voice rich and final.

Mightyena exhales a soft sigh, surrendering to his presence as her body relaxes on front of him, the realization settling in both their minds. He was strong enough. She was right about him. "So be it."

Houndoom's claws scrape against the earth beneath them, his muscles tensing in expectation. With one last glance at the female Mightyena before him, he steels himself, preparing to leave his mark on her this night. Tonight, he would claim much more than just land.

He lowers himself, his powerful body settling besides hers as she lifts her hindquarters slightly in submission, allowing him to mount properly. The moon hangs high in the sky, witness to an age-old ritual played out in the shadowy heart of the forest.

"Alright... let's do this." The Mightyena murmurs softly, her words almost lost to the gentle rustle of leaves overhead.

Houndoom growls lightly in approval as his canine penis emerges from its sheath, stiff and throbbing with arousal. He wastes no time, guiding himself to Mightyena's entrance before thrusting deep into her hot, waiting hindquarters. The feeling is intense, electric—his breath catching as she envelops him completely, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him. His rear claws dig deeper into the earth, anchoring himself as he sets a steady rhythm, driving himself into her with each firm thrust.

Mightyena gasps as she feels Houndoom take control, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. She moves in sync with his motions, pushing back against him as he pounds into her relentlessly. The heat between them intensifies, their musk and sweat mingling in the humid night air. Her tail flicks erratically as pleasure courses through her body, every nerve alight with exhilaration. "Oh... that's..."

Houndoom listens to her soft murmurs, his own breathing becoming heavier as his pace increases. The way she writhes beneath him, the sounds she makes—it all encourages him to go harder, deeper. His claws rake against the ground as his movements become more forceful, chasing both his pleasure and hers.

Mightyena keens softly, her tongue lolling slightly as her mind fades into ecstasy. Each thrust sends her deeper into bliss, her inner walls clenching around Houndoom, milking him for more. The rhythmic sounds of their joining echo through the clearing, primal and raw. Their bodies move in perfect unison, driven by instinct and desire, working as a well-oiled machine toward release. Mightyena trembles, her hind legs buckling slightly under the onslaught. Her breath comes in quick pants, her tail lashing wildly behind her. Houndoom snarls lowly, his thrusts growing erratic, his body preparing itself for the coital tie.

With one final, hard push, Houndoom buries himself completely inside Mightyena, his knot swelling at her entrance as his hips grind forward. She shivers violently beneath him, her body spasming in pleasure as her climax hits. He groans loudly, the muscles in his back flexing as his orgasm surges through him. His knot starts to swell quickly, as big as nature allows it, locking the two together.

"Fuck..." Mightyena pants, her entire body trembling as the intense pleasure courses through her, leaving her weak in its wake. Her inner walls pulse around Houndoom as he continues to grow inside her, a telltale of what was about to come. "Ahh... you're not... holding back, are you?"

Houndoom chuckles darkly, pressing his muzzle against her ear. "Never." He adds before turning around, standing in an ass-to-ass position so he could finally start delivering his warm, liquid gift he had been holding back all this time.

"Mmhhrr~" Is all Houndoom could purr out as his whole body relaxes for a moment, allowing him to fully experience the ecstasy coursing through him as his cock starts pumping his hot seed deep into Mightyena's waiting womb, filling her with his essence. She moves slightly, her body twitching as she feels the first spurt of his release hitting her sensitive insides. A soft whine escapes her, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. He snarls lightly, his hips jerking as another powerful pulse rips through him, more of his cum flooding into her tight channel.

"Shit, you're... you're filling me up," Mightyena groans breathlessly, her voice laced with both surprise and satisfaction. The feeling is overwhelming—his thick knot still wedged tightly inside her as his release pulses out relentlessly. Her own body quivers, aftershocks rippling through her from the sheer intensity of their joining. Houndoom growls once more, his fangs flashing in a savage grin of pride as he continues pumping for several long minutes. "All yours..."

When the last of his orgasm finally subsides, Houndoom catches his breath, his breathing heavy but content. His knot remains lodged inside her, ensuring that his seed has no chance of escaping, so the genetic message he left behind can work properly. Mightyena lies beneath him, spent but satisfied, her body warm against his own. The two remain locked together for several more minutes, until nature itself decides they are done, and his knot slowly recedes from her entrance, his reproductive duties finishing in a messy plop of cum dripping down her inner thighs as his cock dangles large limp between his own legs. The air around them is thick with the musk of their coupling, their mingled scents now inseparable from this place.

"I... guess this makes it official," Mightyena murmurs after a moment, her tone drowsy. Houndoom exhales slowly, still catching his breath as he looks at the female beside him.

"Guess it does," He says finally, settling his weight against hers comfortably, his tail wrapping around one of hers.

"Houndoom," She murmurs back, before adding, "This won't be our last time." His answer to that is simply to tighten his hold on her. No words needed. He knows. After all, the hunt... had just begun.