Mia was a small rabbit, but very athletic. She’d competed in track and field through school, winning numerous accolades in long-distance running. After graduating, she kept herself in good shape, was very active, and made sure to get outside and get exercise every day. She loved hiking, and demanded the same in any partner she had, as well as a good amount of endurance. It made finding boys rather hard, and she’d been going through a fairly long dry spell before finding Zack.

The ferret seemed like a perfect fit for her. He was polite, enthusiastic about her hobbies, loved getting outside, hiking, and he was always ready to drop what he was doing if she really needed him. Plus, she had to admit, he was awfully good in bed. They’d only been dating for three weeks, but she already felt incredibly close to him.

Right now, he’s right beside her, napping on the bus. She can’t nap; she’s too excited for this trip, and besides, they’re almost at their stop.

It’s going to be their first really long hike, a trip through the woods up in the mountains outside town. It will take them two days, meaning they’ll be sleeping out in the forest for the first time. She licks her lips at that thought.

In a few minutes, the bus slows and she nudges him awake. “We’re here,” she says, her voice humming with excitement.

Zack wakes up almost immediately, grinning. “I can’t wait,” he says.

The pair get out of their seats and take their packs out of the overhead compartment. His is significantly heavier than hers - while she’s in excellent shape, a female rabbit just doesn’t have the strength of a male ferret. He hands her her bag and takes his own, and the two exit the bus.

“I am so glad we get to have this outing,” Mia says, starting up the trail. There’s no one else out this early, and the two have the place to themselves. “Just you and me, alone in the woods…”

Zack grins, and zips his jacket closed over the Wendigo band t-shirt. He hoists his pack up with comparative ease as he starts out on the path behind her. They had a friendly bet as to who would make it further. He’d avoided his usual tricks, so she’d be properly confident. But cheating could start now.

“You and me alone in the woods sounds wonderful,” he says.

From behind, the view was slightly spoiled by the backpack, but he still gets a good look at the rabbit. She can’t see his smile.

She grins herself as the pair reaches the first real hill of the trail. “C’mon, race you to the top,” she says, and starts up the trail at a jog.

He started powering up the hill after her. It wasn’t a sprint. But it was a steady lope that didn’t yield to the slope, that didn’t slow down. It doesn’t win the race, but he arrives at the top just behind her, and unlike her, he isn’t sweating, isn’t breathing hard.

“Ha, you win,” he says, not even pretending to be out of breath. “I’m more of an endurance model. It’s what anthros are built for, I’ll have you know - the ferals can outrun us, but we’re like the Terminator. Just keep chasing them until they fall over.”

“I think you’re...thinking of wolves...not ferrets,” she says, a bit out of breath. “But we’ll see about that endurance. Got a lot of ground to cover before lunch.” She hikes her pack up on her shoulders and sets out again.

The trees are growing more thickly now. It’s already hard to make out the road behind them as they start up the switchbacks leading up the next, steeper hill.

They spend a while walking in pleasant silence before Zack says, “Mmm. It’s nice to get out and away from everybody. Well, almost everybody.”

“Yeah,” Mia agrees. “I know what you mean. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with all the people, I just need to be alone.” She smirks. “Except maybe for a boyfriend.”

Zack grins at that. “Oh, thanks for having me along, you big softie.”

The rest of the hike until noon passes mostly in companionable silence. Mia’s focus is more on the surroundings than the immediate, and while she’s always a cheerful enough person, it’s clear that the rabbit is much more at home out here than in the city.

Around noon, she stops by a large rock looking out over the forested valley below. "You ready for lunch?" she asks, already unclipping the straps of her bag. "Because I'm famished." She digs around in her bag for a moment before pulling out a pair of peanut butter sandwiches (neatly bagged, of course), a bag of chips, and a pair of apples. She sets all of it on the rock, sitting down beside it and patting the stone beside her as she looked at Zack.

Zack nodded. "Yeah, I could go for some lunch," he said, taking a seat next to her and nodding appreciatively. "Mmm… looks that much better when you've been hiking for a while. And the food doesn't look half bad, either," he adds, and leans in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. He opens up the bag of chips, setting it between them, and accepts his sandwich and apple before passing over one of the water bottles from his pack.

She rubs her cheek against his before she starts eating, gulping down the food with the steady pace of someone who’s hungry but knows better than to eat too fast.

After a few minutes, she finishes, well after he does. “You ready to keep going, or want a bit of a break?” she asks.

“That was enough of a break for me,” he says, standing and grabbing the pack. 

"Great!" Mia says, packing the empty bags neatly back into her pack and standing. She brushes the seat of her jeans off and then hoists her pack again with a grin, buckling it into place. The pace she sets after lunch is a bit milder than before it, but not that much so, even when the trail crosses a meadow and starts up another hill.


The afternoon leg of the hike is a little quieter. A lot of the small talk was out of the way now, and the silences grew more comfortable. The shadows eventually started getting longer, and Zack still retained all the spring in his step he started with. "Well, we should probably leave some of trail for tomorrow, yeah?" he asked, checking on Mia.

“Yeah,” Mia says, sounding tired but not exhausted. “Let’s look for a place to set up camp. Don’t want to be doing it in the dark.”

It isn’t much longer before she finds a clearing she approves of, and shrugs out of her pack. She begins pulling camping supplies out of it. “I’ll get a fire started while you set up the tent,” she offers. The tent and sleeping bag are, of course, in Zack’s pack.

Soon enough, the tent is set up, the fire going. Zack emerges from the tent with a bag of marshmallows to go with the rest of the s’mores supplies. “So, I do all right?” he asks, grinning and snuggling up to her where she sits on a fallen log by the fire.

“You’re doing great,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder.  "Isn't it great out here? The nights are so...peaceful out away from the city. No lights, no people around." She giggles. "I'm not sure whether I'm talking about how nice the woods are or setting us up for a horror movie."

“Mmm,” he says. “If it were a horror movie, wouldn’t the boyfriend need to start making a move?:” he asks. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.” He started to slowly slide a hand up the back of her shirt.

“I suppose so,” she says, not doing anything to stop his hand. “And it’s a lovely place for it. Out in the woods, warm campfire, nobody else around…” She leans into him a little more firmly, one hand running up his arm as his rubs up and down her back, fur to fur.

In the darkness behind them, a paw steps on the trail. The girl smells rich and musky, easy to track. It’ll be some time before she catches up, but that’s fine. Let them get a little bit of fun in first…

"It really is…" Zack says, hand now sliding up under her sports bra as he leans in to kiss her cheek. As she leans into him harder, he pulls her in tight. "As far as 'lovely' and 'warm' things go, though, I've got you." He's moved his other hand to her waist now, running it a little lower down every so often.

Mia seems almost to melt under the attention, snuggling tighter until she’s almost sitting in his lap. One leg hooked around his, rubbing his foot with hers. “You were supposed to be cooking,” she says. “But I think there’s something here I’d rather eat. Don’t you?”

“It sounds like you’ve worked up a healthy appetite,” he says, relaxing into a more comfortable position as she all but climbs on top of him. He pulled his hands back out from under her shirt, lifting them so she can pull his off. “I’m sure we can do something about that. I appreciate your help with the meal prep…”

“I like to be helpful,” she says, murmuring the words into his ear as she pulls his shirt off. “It’s awfully cold out here,” she comments. “I could use something to...keep  me warm.” She pulls away a little, so he can work on her clothing.

 As she whispers to him, he nods. "It's all right, I'll keep you warm," he replies, running his hands over skin. With each pass, they move further up under her shirt. Eventually under her bra, he keeps going, pushing it all further up until he was sliding it off over her head. While her hands are caught up, he leans in to kiss her, now full on the lips.

Mia moans lightly into the kiss, her body wriggling against his to make up for the absence of her hands. Once he finally frees her hands, she drags fingers down his chest, tracing curves of muscle until she eventually reaches his jeans. She toys with the zipper, not pulling it down just yet.

He sighs happily as she finally sees fit to start slowly unzipping his pants. From the bulge this revealed, it’s clear that the attention is starting to get to him. His hands work around to return the favor, dragging her jeans down. The hand working on the zipper presses in, rubbing just a little.

She moans some more as he rubs her. She finishes dragging his clothing off, jeans kicked carelessly aside in the haste to press fur to fur. She begins kissing him, starting at his neck and then slowly working her way down his chest to his belly, licking him, fur and skin gliding across her tongue. Now almost kneeling in front of him, she smiles up at him before engulfing his cock in her mouth, tongue dragging across his length.

Now it’s his turn to moan as she takes him into her mouth. At first he just enjoys the sensation, but then he rests his hands on her head, gently scritching her scalp as she goes down on him. “Mmm...you are hungry,” he says, his tone approving.

Mia breaks off long enough to say, “And you’re delicious,” before she goes back to sucking and licking him. Her tongue laps at his cock slowly as her lips drag along his shaft. She spends several minutes like this, sucking and teasing him until he’s fully erect. Zack enjoys it fully - it’s nice, being far enough out, that he doesn’t need to keep quiet about his appreciation.

 Then she pulls off, looking up at him. There’s a sparkle in her eyes, and she’s breathing a little faster. “I think I’m ready to go a little further,” she says.

“Oh, yes,” he says, reaching for his jeans where they’d been tossed. He fishes a condom out of one of the pockets.

“Then let’s do this,” she says, approaching and pushing him down to his back in the grass. The flickering light of the flames paints her face a garish red as she kneels astride his thighs. She smiles wryly down at him, her hands rubbing over his chest and belly before dragging across him down to his crotch. "Let's do this," she murmurs, one hand stroking him while the other reaches for the condom.

He passes it over easily, letting her take control of the moment. “Let’s do this,” he agrees.

In the darkness, at the edge of the camp, something shifts her hips as she watches Mia straddle Zack. For the moment, she is content to wait.

Mia takes the condom and works it onto Zack’s cock with steady, practiced motions. She manages to make it an erotic action, rubbing and squeezing him as she does it. Once she’s done, she smiles and scoots forward just a little, holding herself just inches above him, teasing him with the nearness of penetration. “You ready?” she asked, teasing.

He bucked under her a little. “If you think I can be any more ready after all that, you’ve met better men than me,” he says, low and husky.

Mia laughs and descends, impaling herself on his shaft. She slides down only halfway before pulling herself off, then descending again. The pace is slow, but not so slow as to be tortuous - rather, it tantalizes, promises sweet release to come so very soon. Each steady thrust takes her a little bit further down, until their hips are locked together. Once she’s all the way down, she leans in and kisses him again, before going back to thrusting, quicker now.

Zack lets her control the pace at first, content simply to lie back and enjoy the sensations washing over him. But after the kiss, he starts thrusting up into her, surprisingly steady strokes - not forceful, but steady, even, controlled.

MIa all but purrs atop him, the rabbit smiling down at him, teeth red in the firelight. “That’s it,” she says softly as he hits a good spot inside her pussy. 

Zack wraps his arms around Mia in a tight embrace. "Mmm… My turn," he says. Holding her, he pushes off to the side with one leg while thrusting up into her, rolling them over to bring him bearing down on her. His hands go to her shoulders, pushing down on her with surprising force as he begins driving himself into her to a quickening pace. "Out here, alone… just drives you wild, doesn't it?" he asks, his tone now more demanding.

Mia yelps as Zack rolled her over, clearly relishing the opportunity to be as loud as she pleased. "It's lovely...." she murmurs, her voice almost a whimper. "I want you...." Her hips press up into his thrusts, grinding into him hard.

“And you’ve got me,” he replied, thrusting in hard. “And you’re going to keep getting me until you can’t take it anymore, you gorgeous...horny...masterpiece.” He punctuated the final words with more deliberate thrusts, moving his hips to shift and grind his cock inside her.

She moans, going still as he thrusts into her harder. “That’s it, baby,” she whimpers, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips and hold him to her. “Give it to me,” she says, her hands coming up as well. She can’t lift them far with him atop her, holding her down, but she strokes his hands, his arms.

“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled, letting her support more of his weight, grabbing her shoulders more for better leverage. “Wanna hear you scream!” He slams into her again and again, hard and fast.

Mia pants hungrily, squeezing Zack rhythmically with her legs in time with his thrusts. There is a feverish longing in her movements now, an urgency. The pleasure, the raw sensation burning through her is building, too much of too much, filling her up until she is overflowing. She lets out a loud, ragged scream of ecstasy as her orgasm hits, her hips rising up to meet him as she contracts around him.

In the darkness, a wolf stands up.

Having been on the edge himself for a while, he allows himself to release as she comes, coming as well. He lets out a ragged shout and clenches on her shoulders, painfully tight, shuddering. He eventually subsides into a panting collapse on her, still buried inside her pussy.

Several seconds later, he pushes himself up a little, so that she isn’t supporting all of his weight. “Are you sure we have to go back to civilization?” he asks.

Before she can answer, a grey-black blur hits him, carrying him off of her. Zack tumbles away from Mia with how hard she hits him, and she lands on top of him, teeth clamped around his neck. She takes the opportunity to rub against him, teasing his sensitive skin, before raising her head to look at Mia. Her jaws are dripping with blood, her teeth gleaming scarlet in the light from the fire.

Mia screams, purely with shock at the speed of the movement. What actually happened takes a few moments even to register. Zack was gone (no over there). There was a feral wolf (was it rabid maybe starved or something). It’s on Zack (get up run move why aren’t you moving). She kicks at the ground, finally pushing herself to her feet, and stumbles into a run. Part of her is aware that she shouldn’t be running through the forest at night naked and barefoot, but she hardly feels anything. Which way was she going? She wasn’t even sure. She’d veered off to avoid the incline after a couple seconds, and that threw everything off.

That was his neck.

The wolf slides off of him after the rabbit is gone, smiling a terrible bloody smile, and sits. She looks in the direction that Mia ran, and she waits. It would be terribly unsporting not to give the prey a head start.

Mia is running, downhill, trying to remember what she knows about feral wolves. It doesn’t help that most of it boils down to “that shouldn’t have happened.” Or that her mind keeps going back to Zack lying there, still, with the wolf standing over him.

Focus. They were...endurance hunters, she’d joked about it, god, she’d joked about it. They were pack hunters. They were predators, but that one had a meal now, as sick as it was to think about it like that. She was still running, but she couldn’t keep that up forever. Need a plan.

Could feral wolves climb trees? She doesn’t think so. And not if they’re getting clubbed on the way up. Much better odds than trying to outrun it. She eyes a sturdy looking tree ahead, and when she gets there she throws herself at it, climbing. She was going to feel this in the morning (pines were not fun to climb naked), but then, that’s the point. There’s a good solid branch, and one near it that will work as a club. Tools. That’s how anthros win.

Aiva keeps her pace to a loping walk. No need to hurry yet, that will come later, and while she aches for it, she knows the hunt will be better if she takes it slow is enough to overcome that urge. She paces along the trail the girl left, easily following the footprints and that delicious scent.

She laughs internally as she sees Mia's trail lead to a tree and stop. Clever girl. She glances over her shoulder. Then she throws her head back and lets out a long, joyous howl, knowing that only the prey can hear.

Only then does she pace into the open, letting Mia watch her approach in the cold light of the moon.

Mia stares as the huge wolf walks into the clearing. She shudders at the howl, but pulls her legs up, tries to make herself a smaller target and focus. She clutches her improvised club tighter. Just make herself more hassle than she’s worth and it’ll go off to hunt ferals and leave her alone.

 "C'mon, just hurry up… we'll see how much you like a branch to the face while you're trying to get up here, huh?” she shouts down at it, brandishing the club. Seeming scary was one of the things you were supposed to do, she was fairly sure. She couldn’t exactly seem bigger than she was in this position, and “don’t let them smell your fear” was a lost cause from the start. So she has to be loud. Even if it comes out as a squeak because her throat is so tightened by fear.

Aiva paces closer, walking up to the base of the tree and looking up at the girl. Her jaws hang open, the blood looking black in the moonlight. She sits there for a few heartbeats and then walks away again.

Seconds after Aiva vanishes into the darkness below the trees again, Mia sees her approaching at a dead sprint, terrifyingly fast. She turns the momentum of that sprint into a leap, soaring far up into the air and slamming into the tree trunk about where the first heavy branches are. The impact vibrates through the trunk, sparking a dull ache in her chest that's easily ignored in the hunt.

Unlike most wolves, Aiva doesn't fall. One paw manages to hook over a branch, and the rest sink claws into the tree's bark. She then hauls herself up, slowly climbing through the branches with the same grace that a biped would use to ascend, and only a little less easily.

Mia’s relief when the wolf walks back into the shadows is short-lived. She sees it come running back far too fast far far too fast and how is it so good at climbing? She pokes at it with the branch, but it was obvious it wouldn’t deter it, it just shrugged it off and kept climbing.

She had to run. Has to run. It can’t work, maybe if she had her shoes but not like this. But there might be another person, or a bigger feral or a road or something. Anything. No matter how slim the chance was, she has to try. She works her way around to the other side of the tree, and drops.

She lands badly, twisting an ankle. She takes off running again, but she’s limping now. 

Aiva pulls herself up onto the branch, curling up halfway up the tree and watching the prey leave. Once again, she counts her heartbeats, and waits for a hundred of them to pass before she leaps down, far more gracefully than the prey had, and lopes after her. She moves faster now, following that sweet scent, and lets out another long howl.

Mia can’t spare the breath to swear, much as the situation deserved every expletive she knew and some she’d have to invent herself. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug, but it could only do so much, even with fresh thoughts of how much she doesn’t want to die like this hitting every second or two. She aches from the run, from the climbing, from the fall.

Where is the wolf, anyway?

She slows, just a little, to listen, over the hammering of her heart and the bellows of her breath. Nothing at first, but before she can tempt herself with the thought that she’s escaped, she hears crunches in the woods and how did it get so close? It’s behind her, to the left, and far too close based on the sound.

She takes off running again, tears running down her face.

Aiva runs after the prey, teeth bared in a vicious smile, easily following the prey. She picks up the pace until she’s almost sprinting outright, on the scent. It's easy enough to track Mia's position based on her scent, and then based on her sounds, as Aiva gets closer. She can hear the rushed footfalls, the frantic gasping for air, and it stirs something deep inside her, a pleasure that only comes from nights like this. She loops around, easily passing Mia, and then waits. Soon the prey will run into the clearing she has chosen, and a "chance" splash of moonlight will reveal her, directly ahead of Mia.

Mia rushes headlong away from her pursuer, her mind racing as fast as her legs, trying to come up with an out. Nothing works, not without the gear back at the campsite - even a river to break the scent trail will just mean hypothermia setting in. There’s a clearing up ahead and - no. How’d the wolf get ahead of her? No time to think about it, she was already wheeling and racing back into the trees.

She can use this, though! The only reason she couldn’t double back before was that the wolf was behind her. Double back, then split off from the trail. With luck, it will follow the wrong scent and she will escape. If it didn’t catch her first….

But she’s still alive, so there’s still hope. She leans into the run again.

Aiva gives the prey another hundred-heartbeat head start, then lazily stands and lopes after her, soon accelerating almost to full speed. She races through the trees, easily following the trail - the prey was too focused on speed to cover her tracks.

The girl still thinks she might survive. Time to disabuse her of that notion. 

It isn't more than a few more heartbeats that the prey is in sight again ahead of Aiva. This time, rather than back off or just appear as a threat, Aiva puts on another quick burst of speed, emerging from the trees and lunging at Mia before the girl could react. Aiva's teeth sink into the girl's thigh, and the blood washes over her tongue, sparking a flood of ecstasy so intense it is almost unbearable. It tastes so good, rich and sweet and salty and it just spoke to something primal in her, the taste alone winding through her like a drug. The meat parting under her teeth is the sweetest thing she's ever felt, it seems, and she wants so badly to just rip and tear and gulp it all down.

But no. That comes later, there is still so much more to be had from the prey. And so Aiva releases her, blood running freely from the jagged holes in her leg. The damage isn't so severe that she can't walk, though it might be painful for her to do so. Aiva backs off under the trees again, watching Mia from the shadows as she savors the first taste of her blood.

Mia can hear something behind her. She tries to put on another burst of speed, but it’s mere seconds before the pain crashed into her leg. She screams and staggers, unable to think. The fear just takes over and for a moment she isn’t even sure what has happened. There are teeth in her she is going to die this is it - and then suddenly there aren’t teeth in her. She took off, on instinct, running as fast as she can.

That lasts all of three strides before the pain hits her properly. Her leg simply refuses to comply, and she careens to the side, only managing to stay upright by shoving off a tree. She limps forward, tears streaming down her face. She has to go faster...why had the wolf let go? It had her. It could have had her at any point before now!

Was it...was it toying with her? She whimpers and shudders. None of this makes any sense. She’s leaving a trail of blood that even a human would have an easy time following, and there’s nothing to cover or bind the wound with. Keep moving. She can’t stop trembling. There’s a rustle in the undergrowth, and she veers away. Keep moving. Is she already dead?

Aiva grins at the taste of blood, the prey’s obvious terror. It won’t be long now before the end of this game, and that knowledge fills her with both excitement and sadness. Energy thrills through her, and she once again loops around to approach Mia from the side, herding her. She also takes care to move close to MIa, close enough that the prey can hear the rustling of her passage - and hear that it’s not coming from the same direction as the other rustling in the shadows

MIa limps on, trying not to succumb to the growing temptation to just rest, just for a moment. That’s when the wolf will come for her, she’s almost certain. Maybe to finish her off, maybe just to hurt her more, but there isn’t much difference. She can barely limp along as it is. The rustling was more frequent now, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the - wait.

Those two came too close together. There was no way it had changed its location that quickly. Again. And now the sound comes from both sides at once. She bites back a sob, collapsing against a tree. Of course there are two…

Almost immediately she pushes off the tree, continuing on. Can’t stop. If she does, she won’t be able to start again. Her mind has given up on trying to think of a way out of this. It’s hopeless - she can’t even say why she hasn’t been eaten yet. The only thing with any resemblance to hope is to keep moving. The trembling is getting worse.

Aiva watches MIa’s movements, tracking each stumble, each tremble, each limping step. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, absently licking another drop of the girl's blood off her teeth. The taste is driving her wild with lust and hunger, and she thrills with the knowledge that it won't be long before she's satiating her needs. The clearing with their campsite is just around the corner, out of sight through the trees. She wonders if the prey has realized where she is yet.


Wait...she actually recognizes this spot. She knows where she is. If she can get to the lighter...she doesn’t really expect to make it out alive, but she’s willing to do some damage on her way out. It’s to the left a little more. She starts limping in that direction, trying to balance keeping away from the rustling (there’s just one source now) with still moving towards the campsite (one source isn’t good). She’s limping faster now, clenching her teeth through the pain. It isn’t far now…. (why is she back here)

Just before the campsite comes into view, Aiva lunges forward again, once more sinking her teeth into Mia’s leg - the uninjured one. This time, though, she aims lower, biting into her ankle. The flesh parts under her tongue with another rush of blood. Halfway through the tendon, no more.

MIa could hear the wolf charging before it happened. There’s nothing she can do. She can’t even try to run; she’s just too tired. So close....

She screams again, falling to the ground, her legs giving out under her. Everything hurts. Her legs scream in agony, and the rest of her body hums along to the tune. So close….

The wolf had backed off. There was no doubt now. This was deliberate torture. They’d killed her boyfriend in front of her, probably even waiting until after the sex, hunted her down and wounded her without ever quite pushing her to the point of breaking, and forced her back around here. She wants to give up. What can they do that they aren’t already going to do, anyway? Why play along? But she’s so close.

One arm, then the other. This is what they want. One arm, then the other. Half the time, she even manages to use her knees a little. One arm, then the other. She’s not crying anymore; she’s out of tears. One arm, then the other. When she finally hauls herself through the brush, her heart sinks, just a little more. Zack is gone. No bones, not even enough blood. She can’t even figure out what it means.

She slumps down. The wolf - the wolves - will come for her now. This must be what she’d been meant to see.

The wolf comes out of the woods into the clearing, growling, getting close. She begins to approach, teeth bared.

Mia knows there’s no chance. She’s already dead. But she’s so tired and in so much pain that she had left rational thought behind a while ago, replaced by raw animal instinct that refused to give in. She crawled forward desperately, doing her best to angle towards where the packs are. Where they have to be, even if she can’t see them. The wolf closes in and she lets herself fall to the ground, sobbing in pain and fear. She doesn’t want to die….

As the wolf bore down, a figure suddenly half-stumbled, half-dove out from cover. Zack steadied himself, crouching down between MIa and the wolf and brandishing a hatchet. “Get back! I won’t let you near her!” he shouted at the beast. He was still nude, and had blood smeared across him.

When Zack appears out of the brush, Mia can’t believe her eyes. It isn’t possible, he couldn’t still be alive. She had seen the thing bite his fucking throat out, for god’s sake. It had to be a hallucination, an invention of a mind pushed past the breaking point by pain and fear.

Except the wolf was drawing back again, snarling cautiously at Zack. Mia can’t believe it. She lets out a sound that’s half sob and half hysterical laughter, redoubling her efforts to crawl towards the packs.

Behind her, Zack starts laughing as well. It’s a lot more controlled. “You were right,” he says. His tone is...casual. Amused. “It is a good spot for a horror movie. I think my favorite hint -” He tosses the axe haphazardly at her. It flies wide, burying itself in the ground a good two feet from her. “- was the t-shirt. But it’s tough to pick.” He strolls over, crouches down in front of her. “Anyway, you’ve been a great sport, Mia. And great sport, for that matter. I’d like you to meet Aiva, my girlfriend. Oh, and yeah. The second ‘wolf?’ Yours truly.”

Mia just stares for a long moment, unable to comprehend what she’s hearing. “What?” she says, starting to cry again - not quite out after all. “But...what? Why?”

Behind her, Aiva steps forward, her form slowly shifting as she walks. At first she is a feral, then a hunched wolflike creature, then a fully bipedal anthro wolf.

“Because we can, darling,” she purrs, walking up to Zack and pulling him into her arms. She kisses him passionately, hungrily, as much licking at his face as actually kissing him. Her mouth tastes strongly of the prey’s blood.

“And because it makes her unbelievably horny,” Zack adds, pressing up against the wolf and meeting her embrace and kiss. “Mmmph. Sorry, honey, I meant to say something romantic like ‘Anything for love,’ but that’ll have to do,” he apologizes when he can finally speak again.

“I’ll take it,” Aiva says, rubbing the whole length of her body against Zack’s. One leg wraps around his hip, holding him close. “And you’re not wrong,” she murmurs, licking his face again.

Then, however, she lets him go and turns to face Mia. Her teeth are bared in something no one would ever mistake for a smile. “I’m afraid we aren’t quite finished, though,” she says sweetly. “I just wanted to make sure you knew what was happening to you before we...wrapped things up.”

As the...monster turned to face her, Mia’s mind finally snapped into gear once more. Not like this...it was too much to take. She pushed off with one hand, reaching with the other to try and grab the hatchet from where it was embedded in the ground.

Aiva laughs softly, waiting for the prey to grab her weapon. It was unlike her not to give her prey a fighting chance, after all. “Are you ready?” she asks lightly, once Mia has her axe in hand. “I wouldn’t want to rush you.”

Mia made as if to answer, then pushed off her less-injured leg, stumbling towards Zack and grabbing at his shoulder for support. An instant later she had the axe in the general vicinity of his neck. “Get back! I’ll...I’ll kill him if you don’t!” she threatened.

Zack just looked bemused. “Oh dear, I am imperiled,” he said. Mia was too far gone to notice how dry his tone was.

Aiva laughs. “Darling, let’s be realistic. That axe is hardly sharp enough to slit his throat, and the way you’re holding it, you couldn’t slice with it if you tried. An axe is a chopping weapon. Oh, you can stop pretending now, honey.”

As Aiva finished speaking, black oil was sliding out of Zack’s shoulder, flowing up along Mia’s arm. She lets out a shriek of shock, trying to pull away. She manages it, mostly by collapsing to the ground when  her legs refuse to support the sudden movement. She doesn’t even manage to hold onto the axe in the process and it tumbles away, out of reach.

“Thank you, honey,” Aiva says. “Now, I believe that was your very last chance, darling. Now it’s my turn.” So saying, she takes two slow steps before she pounces, leaping on Mia and tackling her to the ground.

“You were such good prey I’m going to give you a reward,” the wolf whispers in the rabbit’s ear, pinning her shoulders to the ground. “You get to be dead before I eat you. Well, aside from maybe a bite or two. You’re welcome, prey.”

The beast was on her before she could do anything else. The force was tremendous. She kicked, but there was no good angle in her position, and she couldn’t possibly hope to move the monster with her injured legs. She is screaming incoherently. The eyes, go for the eyes...she tried to claw at the beast’s face when it leaned in to speak to her, but it had her upper arms pinned with her shoulders. Furiously, she tears at its fur. Not like this. Anything but this.

Aiva laughs, the sound coming out somewhere between a chuckle and a snarl. “Sorry, darling,” she whispers, the soft voice carrying with it a sort of horrid intimacy. “I’m better at this than you are.” Seconds later her head moves and she strikes again, her jaws clamping down onto the girl’s shoulder. Her teeth sink in easily and she only has to work a little to bite through the muscle of the shoulder. It’s dense - Mia is an athlete of sorts, after all - but Aiva is strong, and she has all the advantages.

As the blood washes over her tongue and down her mouth, she shudders in ecstasy, the taste and the thrill feeling like they’re sending an electric charge down her spine. She can feel herself getting wet, the excitement and anticipation and blood turning her on even as she gulps down the bite of meat. Before Mia can even adjust to that Aiva darts down again, her mouth clamping onto the bite wound so as not to waste any of that delicious blood

Mia screamed and writhed as the beast’s jaws sank into her again, ripping out a chunk of her body. Clawing, kicking, none of it did anything. She could hardly budge the creature before it started eating her alive. There is only pain at this point. She arches her head back, wordlessly begging for the promised swift end.

Autumn, 8:18 PM
Aiva sees the submission, the acceptance in the prey. It's time, and the hunger in her rises with the knowledge, her eyes glazing over with crimson and the blood is so rich and it's a beautiful night and a beautiful hunt. She leans in, almost gently placing her jaws on the girl's neck, and then closing them with a single sharp snap, her fangs sinking into the sides of her throat. More blood comes with the bite, faster this time, the arteries are already torn. She snaps her jaws shut, tearing the whole of Mia's throat out. Her muzzle is soaked in blood now, her claws the same. She goes back in for more, seizing on her throat and then wrenching. The spine parts with a satisfying crunch and she knows that death is only seconds away for the prey.

Feeling Mia's last feeble pulses lapping against her tongue, Aiva reaches deeper, twisting through her spirit at the same time as she ravages the flesh. Magic sparks crimson, barely visible against the dark, as she seizes on parts of the prey's soul. She can feel the girl's horror and despair as she does, as the echoes of her spirit depart.

Thus left in peace, Aiva slows down, leisurely chewing on a chunk of meat.

Zack approaches Aiva from behind, running his hands over her, around her waist. “Mmm...I believe somebody mentioned how unbelievably horny you get after running down your prey, subduing them, and devouring them, body and soul,” he said, one hand moving between her legs to feel just how aroused she is.

Aiva snaps another few chunks of meat from Mia’s torso before pushing what’s left of her aside. The rest she can save for an afterglow snack. She looks over her shoulder at Zack, jaws hanging open in a wide, bloody grin. “Just a little,” she says, but Zack’s hand proves her words a lie - she’s so wet she’s practically dripping. She arches at the touch, hands resting on the ground while she rubs against his hand, moaning softly.

“Don’t wait,” she says, still looking into his eyes. Hers burn crimson.

The lengthy foreplay of the hunt complete, Zack wastes no time in complying with her order. His fingers spread her pussy open, and he drives himself in, pulling on her hips as he did. He leans in over her, fingers gripping her tighter and beginning to form claws. “I love it when you’re like this,” he says, pulling back and thrusting back in aggressively. And again, harder. “So beautiful.”

Aiva falls to her hands and knees under the force of the thrusts, panting like a dog in heat. Her whole body arches to press up and back into him, her tail waving before his face. “Beautiful,” she says, struggling to form coherent sentences through the haze of blood and pleasure. “She was so good….” Her words are cut off by another moan of pleasure, and she gives up talking in favor of pressing herself back against him.

Zack leans in, cupping her breasts with his clawed hands and squeezing tight enough to draw blood as he rams her from behind. “Mmm...she was good. And now…” he clutches her tighter and draws back for a particularly forceful thrust. “Now I get to do you both at once,” he finishes with a snarl.

Aiva continues to pant feverishly, her legs spreading further to absorb the force of the thrusts. “She...enjoyed...you,” she says, each word punctuated by one of his thrusts into her body. Her head twists to look him in the eyes again, though she can barely see through the haze of pleasure and raw need. “We want it…” she fades away into a slack-jawed gasp of pleasure as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, not bothering to finish the thought.

Zack lets out a low growl of approval, sliding his hands back along her body to rest on her hips. When her tail wagged past his face, he twisted his head and snapped at it, holding it tight in his jaws. With this new grip, he tugged back, pulling on it as he thrust violently into her. He snarled at her through the mouthful of fur, and dug his claws into her hips as he pulled himself deeper.

Aiva whimpers at the sudden spike of pain, the sense of control as he pulled her up into him. Teeth in her tail and claws in her hips and blood on her tongue and cock buried deep inside her, it's all rapidly becoming too much for her. Her hips jerk, pressing forcefully up into him as he pulls her tail up. The change of angle leaves him rubbing along that sensitive spot deep inside her, and the friction sends her wild, painting hoarsely and shuddering.

Zack’s powers let him set a tireless pace, mercilessly driving into Aiva again and again, each thrust leveraged with claws and jaws and oil. He did occasionally shift where he bit down, adjusting his position over her as he did so that he tugged on her tail from a slightly different angle. No more speech, only guttural growls of aggressive dominance.

Aiva whimpers as Zack just keeps pounding away at her, each thrust landing with punishing force. The leverage of his claws and the unrelenting pace of his thrusts conspire to leave her as little more than a shaking wolf barely able to hold herself up under the assault. The wrenching of her tail in his jaws, meanwhile, sends little shocks of sensation running up her pain, jolts that she knows should be pain but which are somehow converted by the blood and the hunt and the raw intensity of the moment into spikes of pleasure. It’s all growing to be too much, the sheer pleasure and satisfaction reducing her rapidly past the point of conscious thought. Her pants give way to a soft, needy whine as the sensations overwhelm her, pleasure rising up to a rapid and mind-numbing release.

As she descends into ecstatic, whining pleasure, Zack keeps up his pace with gleeful relish. Only when she finally came did he provide some measure of relief, letting go of her tail. He thrust himself into her one more time, holding himself inside her so she can feel him throbbing inside her. He leans in over her so he can get closer to her ears, whispering gently as he does.

“You’re not getting off that easy. I’m going to make you beg for me to finish.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust again. He grabbed her tail with one hand, pulling on it in a steadier tug while pushing down on her upper back with the other to force her face lower to the ground. The pace and force was every bit as intense as before, making no allowance at all for her to recover herself.

Aiva pants and nods feverishly as Zack tells her what he's going to do to her. She doesn't - can't - speak, but approval is written in every line of her body until it's wiped away by pleasure so intense it's almost painful in itself. She whimpers as he grabs her by the tail more firmly, wrenching up on it to pull her into his strokes, while her face is shoved down to the blood-soaked ground below. Everything about the scene excites her, and she knows it's only going to keep escalating until she can't take it anymore. The angle leaves him rubbing all over her insides, back and forth over too-sensitive skin until she wants to scream with ecstasy. She hasn't even had time to come down from her first climax and she can already feel him beginning to push her to a second.

Zack had his claws dug into Aiva as he kept her face down in the blood she’d spilled. Less growling now, and more low rumbles of approval as she took him again and again. “You’re just a wet mess, aren’t you?” he asked, not caring if she was even capable of hearing with how far gone she was.

Aiva’s moans grow more ragged as Zack slams into her again and again. The air is thick with the scent of blood, and the sweet-iron aroma leaves her barely able to think as he pushes her further and further over the edge. When he speaks, she’s barely able to utter a contented sound of agreement. She is a wet mess, fur soaked with fluids from her own body and Mia’s alike. Without even being prompted she shoves her own face down into the ground, rubbing her cheeks in the bloody dirt. All the while her body is rocked by almost violent waves of pleasure.

She loses track around the fifth orgasm, but finally she can’t bear the excruciating pleasure of him rubbing against her sensitive spots any more. She twists slightly, turning to face him as she whimpers, “Enough.”

For his part, Zack watched with mounting satisfaction as Aiva was driven to depths of debauched ecstasy. When she was finally overwhelmed by it all and couldn’t take any more, he slowed to a halt once more, allowing himself to release everything he’d been holding back so far. He let go of her tail, and the oil sank back into his fingers, leaving him with only a ferret’s claws as he rubbed her back gently. He pulled his cock out of her and there was a gush of cum out of her cunt, splashing onto the ground and adding another scent to the blood-soaked clearing.

Aiva lets out a sort of howling-screaming sound as Zack finally comes inside her, her head lolling back to the side. Zack can clearly see her eyes, rolled up into her head with the intensity of what’s washing over her. Her back arches to press weakly into his hands as he finally slides back out of her.

It takes her three tries to push herself to her feet and wrap him in a gentle, wordless embrace.

Luxuriating in the afterglow of such an intense release, Zack meets Aiva’s embrace, sighing contentedly. “Mmm. I do love our little date nights,” he says, running his hands through her fur and snuggling up closer to her.