When the Predators Became the Prey

by Sherry Domino

Image property of Large-Rarge.

Written with permission. 

****Begin Part One****

Once upon a time, deep in the forest, a snow leopard named Tessa slowly blinked her way back into consciousness. Her head was pounding and her gut was churning with a nasty case of indigestion. As Tessa grew more awake, the pounding and the churning slowly eased. 

“Ugh” her mouth felt like it was full of cobwebs.

“What happened?” she shook her head trying to remember. The last thing she recalled was being on patrol in the Eastern Pines when she and her unit were ambushed by a platoon of deer rebels…

“Deer!” The young snow leopard tried to leap into action before realizing she could only squirm in place. She also realized she was vertical.

“Wh-Where am I? What’s going on?” Tessa realized that her hands were bound and roped around a beam in the ceiling.  From what she could tell, the paws on her legs were similarly restrained. Tessa tried to look down to confirm but her two old foes reared their heads. Tessa’s massive leopard tits blocked any sort of view from her chest down. Tessa tried to move them a few times using her limited field of motion and the grey spheres delightfully bounced and jiggled but any surveillance of her lower regions was not to be had. 

A sighing Tessa relaxed her pectorals and her tits settled back down against her fur. It didn’t matter much now anyways. As feeling slowly came back to her she could now tell for sure that her that her ankles were bound as well and she was actually hanging from the ceiling beam, her feet dangling a foot or so off the ground. Her long, bushy, tail was resting against the ground. 

“And why am I completely naked!?” she screeched, not caring if anyone heard her or not. Her armor and underclothes were gone and her spots were on full display for anyone to see. She might have surmised this before from her bare chest but her mind was still working off the sluggishness affecting her body. Tessa suddenly remembered her training and snapped her mouth shut. 

Inwardly, Tessa cursed herself, now whomever captured her knew that she was awake. Nothing for it now and Tessa quickly took stock of her surroundings. She was hanging from the ceiling beam in the exact center of a simple, circular, single-room hut like countless others spread across the kingdom. Used all over to house single occupants and couples and the small family. A single, circular window provided light from the midday sun. Tessa craned her neck but all she could determine from the window was that the hut was in a clearing surrounding by trees. She could be anywhere. No landmarks were to be seen. 

Tessa looked to the interior. It was simple, yet surprisingly luxurious. Like most huts of this type, it was built on the bare earth but a bright, green rug covered the floor and scattered about were several bright, blue pillows with golden tassels and trimming. The main attraction was a large, plush couch made up of much larger cushions. 

The walls were also painted a light blue color, another rarity. They were dotted with several wooden shelves surprisingly decked with a variety of lit candles. Unusual for midday, even more so, the soft, floral scent they cast as the wicks burned. 

Something caught her eye and Tessa squinted at the symbol decorating the corner of one of the pillows. 

“House Pardres” she said in a whisper. These pillows came from a leopard estate that had fallen less than two weeks ago. She scanned her surroundings once more. The seal was also gracing the thick curtains that served the hut in place of a door. The walls were also blue. A lighter shade than the pillows and were dotted with several wooden shelves. Some were at eye level, others chest, some actually close to the floor. What they all had in common was that they were all decked with lit candles, emitting a soft floral scent as they gently burned. 

The centerpiece however was just to Tessa’s side, near the rear of the hut. A large totemic symbol carved and sculpted from white oak and shedded deer antlers. The whole thing was bedecked with fresh wildflowers, if the scents were anything to go by. 

A shudder went through Tessa’s shapely body. That icon was of the pagan deity Bambianos, a dark god that the worship of which had become very popular among the deer tribes in recent years. It was said that the God had gifted his disciples with strange but powerful gifts. 

As Tessa stared at the totem, her ice blue eyes met the glaring gaze of the stature. The candles cast strange flickering light into the carved recesses which for moment made it look alive-

Tessa’s fur stood on end and she tried to struggle. 

“I have to get out of here!” 

To her dismay and frustration, all she could manage in the way of struggling was a slight sway back and forth and a little wiggle out of her paws. A strange numbness had taken hold of her body even though her mind had started to clear. Whatever those deer had used in that blow gun was very effective. Unlike any other poison she had ever seen. That would explain why her arms and shoulders didn’t hurt in spite of hanging from them for who knew how long. She looked around at the candles despite it being daytime. Maybe the poison was in the candles as well…

Tessa let out a small growl. 

“Those blasted deer!” 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen! When those primitives launched their little revolt over, “destruction of their sacred forests by Leopard Kingdom logging,” the Royal Court had literally laughed out loud. They did send a token force, of course, to quell the so-called “rebellion.” Mostly composed of raw recruits, young and eager to earn their fangs in battle. Tessa remembered watching them march of to war, their chests puffed out and heads held high, thinking that one battle would be all it took to frighten the skittish forest dwellers. 

It didn’t work out that way. The days passed, and then weeks. Nothing was heard from the soldiers in all that time. When forces were sent to investigate, they had found half of the Leopard March force slain to a soul and the other half…vanished without a trace. 

That would be only the beginning. The attacks by the deer continued and the Royal Court would send more regiments into the border lands. They too, would disappear with nary a trace. The few scant reports that would make it back to Court described female prisoners being carried off to the bowels of the forest. 

“Just like me!” Tessa futilely tested her bonds once more. 

When the deer would launch their raids on the logging camps and other locations, the weapons and armor of the missing regiments would almost always be gracing their bodies. That too was one of the mysteries of this war. The deer were once infamous for fragility and skittishness. Now survivors recount tales of deer being far more robust. They were able to shrug off injuries that would have felled even a leopard. Strange, unholy sorcery was at work here. It was the only explanation. 

Trying in vain to escape, one of her ears twitched and twitched again. 

Soft, barely perceptible footsteps could be heard outside. They slowly rose in volume to Tessa’s highly trained senses. They were approaching the hut. 

A rather curvy silhouette appeared behind the curtains. Without ceremony, they were flung open and one of Tessa’s captors was revealed to her. 

Just as Tessa predicted, it was a deer. Several things that weren’t predicted made Tessa bite back the nasty proclamation she was about to make. Several tendrils of fear prickled under her cerulean fur. 

For starters, like her prisoner, the deer was buck naked (no pun intended). Tessa could see every inch of reddish brown fur. If that wasn’t enough for the notoriously conservative deer tribes, the deer’s two partners were. 

Tessa’s captor was stacked, buxom, in possession of colossal funbags. The bigger sisters to Tessa’s own legendary rack. They sat firm and proud on the deer’s chest, as if mocking Tessa’s own girls. It wasn’t much better downstairs. Tessa’s guest had hips that would have cause the Breeder’s Dean to fight all-out war for and undoubtable were capped off by an impressive ass. 

Needless to say, Tessa was shocked. In addition to their restive nature, deer had been the butt of jokes for as long as anyone could remember. The joke’s being their stick-like figures or lack thereof of said figures. 

“If it wasn’t for the horns, not much else to tell bucks from does!”

“No wonder they’re so fond of trees. They look just like saplings!”

“Maybe they are saplings and then turn into trees”

That last one almost always got a laugh. 

The voluptuous example of the female form standing in front of her would cause all the jokes to cease in an instant. They jokesters would immediately be muzzled at the sight of a flat stomach and rich, glossy fur. 

What had Tessa’s fur standing on end though, was the Deer’s expression. It was not anger that graced her features. On the other occasions when Tessa had fought deer, their faces were full of it, eager to act vengeance on their oppressors. 

Her jailer didn’t even wear the neutral expression worn by the handful of prisoners they had managed to capture and interrogate. 

Her eyes were hooded and she bore a small smile worn by a temptress in the night, ready to seduce an unwary victim. 

The deer passed through the curtains and let them fall closed behind her. Even her walk was sexy. It was the same kind of light step, hip-swaying bounce that used by the Royal Courtesans, complete with the little flick of her short, white tail. 

She padded across the carpet, the bounce her step causing her head-sized melons to bounce and sway. They were like jellied deserts, the smallest gesture causing them to jiggle and sway. 

Still wrapped up in her shock at such a different brand of deer, it took longer than it normally would for her notice that the deer had crossed the small room and was standing right in front of her prisoner. 

Tessa gaped for a moment before setting her face into a snarl. 

“Save your breath and our time, traitor!” She spat out that last word. 

“I have no intention of giving in to whatever you have planned for me. You might as well just kill me right now!” 

The deer didn’t move. Not even an ear twitched. It seemed as though she had not even heard Tessa’s bravado. Her blue eyes remained hooded and they slowly scanned up and down the snow leopard’s body.  

Tessa’s breath came in short breath’s. 

“What is she up too?” It was then that she noticed that her captor was not naked, at least not completely bare. Wrapped around her left thigh in a leather wrap was a rather large knife with a golden hilt. No doubt it was a prize from some battle. 

Some of Tessa’s bravado left her. Maybe it was a mistake to tell this deer to kill her. She’d never thought she’d actually have to say. 

With the same look of her face, the deer reached out and gently brushed her fingers across Tessa’s boob. Tessa’s hanging body rippled with an involuntary shudder as her nipple hardened at the hands. 

“Hey paws off!”

With no indication that the words even reached her ears, the doe began to circle Tessa, her fingers still gliding over her fur. 

Something strange was going on. Tessa turned her head to follow the doe, her face still clad in the unreadable seductress smile. There was something in the air, some trace of the poison used to capture her still flowing in her vein. Tessa was a leopard, an apex predator! Yet no matter how hard she tried to raise her animal fury, bare her fangs and roar…she couldn’t. As much she wanted to deny it, Tessa was genuinely fearful now. Somehow, the deer had found a way to subdue her predatory instincts….

The doe returned to standing right in front of her. Then something shocking happened that startled Tessa out of her rumination: the deer made a noise. 

“Mmmmm” 

Tessa could only watch as a pink tongue emerged from the doe’s lips and made a deliberate path from one end of her mouth to the other. From corner of her mouth, a line of drool fell from her lips. 

There was no hiding it now. Tessa was shocked speechless. Her jaw unhinged and her eyes nearly popped right out her head. This wasn’t a deer! It couldn’t be a deer!

The questions continued when the doe knelt in front of her. Her eyes moved down and Tessa could feel her gaze rove over her footpads.

“growwl” 

Tessa flinched. She knew the sound…

“groowl”

She had heard countless times from herself and her comrades while in the field. It was not Tessa’s stomach that was growling…

Soft, cool fingers wrapped around her footpads and with a final licking of her lips, the deer placed Tessa’s toes in her damp mouth. 

For a moment, Tessa was befuddled. 

“What is she going to do? Tickle me?” Tessa wasn’t ticklish but she could not deny the sensation of the doe’s tongue on the bottom of her paws. 

Tickling did not appear to be the goal though, as when tongue licked her feet, the doe’s eyes snapped open and her tail stood straight up. Her eyes then rolled back into her head as her whole body let out a shudder than even Tessa could feel. 

The doe was named Jane and right now, she was getting a taste of heaven. 

“Oh my!!!” she said in her head, her mouth full of foot and not in a bad way. This leopard was wonderful and this was just the beginning!

“She may be the best yet!” It was her last coherent thought for a while. No longer could she wait. She began. 

With a move of her head, the snow leopard’s foot paws and ankles moved further into her mouth. The snow leopard cried in alarm but Jane tuned it out. She had long since grown acclimated to the sounds prey made. 

“gulp”

With a firm swallow, the snow leopards feet and ankles disappeared behind her lips and into her throat. 

Tessa’s eyes became as wide as dinner plates. Her jaw opened wider than ever before as the doe’s own jaws moved over her feet. 

“Impossible! There’s just no way!!!” 

It was way. Jane’s eyes clenched shut as she struggled past the bony parts of the snow leopard’s shapely legs. With another swallow, Tessa’s toned calves disappeared down the doe’s gullet. 

Tessa desperately tried to wake herself up or struggle but she could feel Jane’s warm, pulsing throat envelop her legs. As more of her disappeared, Jane got up on her own legs and came up to Tessa’s knees. Settling into a crouch, Jane’s hands rose and grabbed handfuls of Tessa’s pert, bubble butt. Tessa gasped as she felt Jane’s hands fondle and pinch the supple flesh of ass and slowly more of the healthy, young leopard was gorged upon. 

Even though her mouth was full of tasty enemy, a few muffled moans could be heard as Jane’s body was bombarded with flavors and taste. Her pressed tongue roamed of every bit of skin it could reach. Jane was in heaven, the ripe, juicy flesh of Tessa’s thick thighs was a delight for all of her senses that made her feel more alive than ever. 

“Wait, Wait!” Tessa tired to struggle but whatever witchery had held her still was still in full effect. As the prey consumed the predator, Tessa tried to appeal to her. 

“I’ll tell you everything I know! I ah!!!” 

Whatever she was going to say was lost to a moan as Jane’s tongue reached Tessa’s special place. Once again, with no sign that she heard Tessa, Jane continued with her feast. This part was critical. She had to concentrate as she reached the choice cuts. Jane’s stomach was already starting to plump out as her prey’s legs entered the waiting sac. The impatient organ let out another growl in anticipation of the meaty treat. Jane’s own nether regions twitched and as more of the meal reached its destination, it cramped in a familiar pleasure-pain as the size of the meal. 

As the pain and pleasure collided in her gut, Jane smiled as best she could. She lived for this. 

Heedless of the prey’s shock, Jane continued to gulp down the snow leopard. The hips and ass, like most times, were a bit tricky, but this was hardly Jane’s first course. The deer removed her groping hands as butt and hips were consumed by a hungry mouth. A quick bout of tongue gymnastics and Tessa’s tail snaked into Jane’s maw. 

Nearly half of Tessa was inside of Jane Doe now. Tessa was trying to resist but it was no use. She now realized why she tied to the ceiling. Her body merely fell into the hungry deer’s gullet, whom slurped and smacked with obvious delight as prey consumed the predator. The delicate fingers of the doe worked in tandem with the ravenous maw, slowly pulling Jane up the leopard as she feasted. 

Beneath her, Jane felt the scrumptious feline meat pool into her stretching belly. Jane closed her eyes as she felt the warm, soft fur of her expanding gut slowly spread over her thighs. She always loved that feeling. 

The snow leopards torso was soon consumed in symphony of flavor and soon enough, Jane’s black nose touched the underside of Tessa’s bouncing bosoms. 

“Oh No!” said Tessa. 

Jane smirked as much as she could with a mouth full of leopard. This part wasn’t bad either. What meal would be complete without dessert? 

Tessa’s shock was fading and being replaced with dread. It had all happened so fast, that Tessa barely had anytime to comprehend it. She was trapped, her body refused to move. 

Tessa’s boobs jostled as the soft lips and warm tongue roamed over her girls. Jane nearly came right then and there. She could almost taste every bit of the sweet, succulent titflesh. Inch by inch the soft tits, disappeared into Jane’s gulping gullet. Another swallow and then another and only Tessa’s head and arms were left. As much as she hated to break the spell, Jane’s brow furrowed as she forced her mind to clear. This part was critical or else she end up like Mareena did when she became to wrapped up in her meal. 

Jane’s hand moved down her side. She resisted the urge to stroke her belly, knowing that if she did, she would be unable to stop. The knife came free from it’s sheath, and with one quick slash the rope attached to the ceiling and binding the snow leopards wrists. With that action, so to, was the snow leopards attachment to the outside world. 

Tessa had time for one last gasp: 
“No..plessurrghmmph!”

Tessa’s head was enveloped by Jane’s muzzle. Now standing straight up, Jane allowed herself a few last lick of a bound pair of weakly grasping fingers before finally slurping them down like so much noodles. 

At long last:

“GULP!!!” 

Jane head herself still with her arms and legs spread as she worked down the bulge in her throat past her sphincter into her waiting belly. 

Jane gasped before suddenly: 

“BUUUUHHHHURRRPPP!!!!”

The hut shook and candles flickered with the force of the belch. Jane could not have cared less as she gasped in relief as her prey slowly settled in huge, bulging belly. 

“Oh Yes! Yes!” the deer panted from such an exertion. Her few was matted with sweat and her loins were positively drenched. No more restraint for this girl! Jane’s paws roamed over every inch of her deer gut that she could reach. The sensations of euphoria were not at all diminished from mouth to belly. In fact, Jane felt more pleasure than ever. Her belly groaned and gurgled as it got the meal settled and the flavors she felt made Jane feel a not a little bit light-headed. 

Jane quickly, (or as quickly as she could with a belly full of meat) waddled over to the pile of cushions that served as a couch and finally fell backwards onto it. Her sweaty fur sunk into the plush cushions and Jane Doe sighed in contentment. She then let out deep moan as she felt the snow leopard writhe and wiggle within her tight satisfied belly. 

Her meal tried to fight, but it had all gone so fast. The snow leopard was trapped in a warm, wet darkness. As soon as it was fully inside, the walls of her gut contracted and confined her meal in its fleshy roundness. 

“Ah! Oh! Uh!” Jane gasped as her prey tried to struggle against the firm muscle, but it was hard to do that when her hands and paws were still bound. 

Still gasping in pleasure, Jane spread herself spread-eagle over the comfortable cushions with one hand propped behind her head and the other dangling to the side. Gazing down at her big belly, Jane reveled in every second of the young leopards struggles in her tight belly. The sun was passing into early afternoon and its warm, amber, glow was shining down upon her magnificent belly. 

The initial pleasure-pain from earlier had eased its grip and Jane allowed herself to bask into a glow that rivaled anything that came after sex. Her belly churned around her meal and her prey’s firm but cushioned movement was a like a calming massage from the inside. Her belly gurgled and groaned in contentment as it began to digest in ernest. Occasionally, Jane felt feet or hands press out of her belly and every now and then what looked like a face. Jane gasped in delight at the spike of pleasure and her roving hands would stroke over the protuberances. Cooing softly, she felt the appendages slowly sink back into the lumpy sphere that was her gut.  

“Delicious” Jane gave her lips a lick and her belly a pat. As good as this was, it was nothing compared to what came next. 

As Jane lounged in the warmth of the hut and the floral scent of the candles, she felt the squirms and writhes slowly diminish as her belly contracted further and further. 

“Good…Girl” Jane said with a slur as she stroked her gut as it churned around her tiring meal. 

“Gurgle, Urgle, Glorp”

Jane sighed in contentment. Just a little more…

She might have been tired but sleep was the last thing on her mind. All too soon her prey’s struggles had ceased and the mass of meat slumped inside her. This one had been one of the longest lasting and Jane had loved every minute of it. But soon…

“oooOHooH. More! More!” 

Jane leaned back and moaned as her belly soon began the task of processing the massive mound of leopard meat. Her humongous belly gave a sharp gurgle as her juices quickly rose to engulf the delicious and nutritious leopard. 

This was the best part!

“So full” she shouted her glee to the heavens. She could already feel the first batch of nourishment from the leopard flow into her body. Warmth soon filled her from head to toe and most importantly, to her tits and ass. 

The sun shined on her belly and her fur was becoming matted once again as she began to sweat from the massive job her body was performing. Rendering a full grown leopard into a nutrient past was hard work. 

As the skin and flesh of her prey was slowly eaten away by her belly, Jane did some writhing and wriggling of her own as the fire in her belly warmed every inch of her flawless body. There was no stopping her moans now. Having no room to reach her nethers, Jane had to settle for fondling her tits, not that she was complaining. 

As the doe moaned and squealed, a faint ring of small symbols appeared, enciriling her since popped belly button. Glowing with a strange purple light, the symbols slowly swirled and angled outward before they wove their way all across Jane’s curvaceous form. Jane knew about them but paid them no mind as she cooed and giggled and shook her bloated self. Her belly happily digested her meal and she stroked, squeezed, and pinched every inch of her wobbling self she could reach. 

To put it simply…Jane Doe of the Deer Tribes was in heaven. This was going to be quite a night. 

“Bambianos be praised!” 

One of the nights many orgasms rushed through her and many more were to come. 


****End Part One****