Jim was a buck that was known around the campus as a ladies' man, but he also did guys too. The deer also was a bigger figure in the prey pride conversion nights they did once a month. The strong-looking male walked with confidence and had no problem speaking his mind. That sure did put a target on his back even more so than normal being an herbivore. He knew the preds out there were aware of his extracurricular activities, and most were looking to take a bite out of his ass. It was one evening when Jim and his ram buddy Billy existed out of the campus Library, it was already dark outside and the faint electrical hum of the buzzing outdoor lamps filled the background combined with the crickets. Billy and Jim had finished with the evening’s studies and now it was time to head home. Billy being the good little hard-working student he was, intended on heading back to the main dorms, where Jim had caught wind of a party at one of the frat houses that he wanted to check out. He said there was a guy or two he knew was going there that he was dying to rail against a wall until they howled like the wolf bitches they were. 

Jim and Billy started to walk in different directions. The buck’s head turned and looked around a few minutes into his walk and noticed the evening was really quiet, there wasn’t anyone out, it was, too quiet even. The little hairs on the back of his neck stood up in warning. Something in the air didn’t feel right. That sixth sense would have kicked in too late for him when the rapid ‘pap pap pap pap’ of two pairs of feet slapping against the ground just behind him reached his swiveled ears. He had just enough time to turn his head to the wide and catch a glimpse of one of the ambushers as they tried to pull a black hood over the top of his head. They may have been using a bag big enough to fit over his antlers sure, but there are reasons why Jim wears button shirts, as the attackers soon learned. They struggled to yank that black hood down over the top of the deer’s head quickly, it gets caught on the buck’s rack and giving Jim the chance to fight back before they could subdue him. 

The buck squared off with a lion on his left side and a snow leopard on his right. The three males fought loudly, yelling and cussing as they struggled back and forth. They didn’t expect Jim to put up that hard of a fight, but this buck had grown up on a farm and he was toughened up by several brothers that prepared him for things like this. Delivering kicks and punches back at both attackers, the buck managed a lucky elbow shot into the throat of the snep which had the male stumbling back in massive regret and gasping for breath, ready to disengage from the fight. The lion guy was all that was left. Jim was pulled down to the ground, grappled, and was being effectively pinned down on his back when his knee shot up between the lion’s legs and smashed into the big cat’s sac. The feline yelled in pain and rolled off the buck, clutching his berries as Jim hurriedly got back up to his feet and then tugged that stuck black hood off his antlers with some effort, wadding it up and throwing it down at the lion’s face. “You mother fuckers!” He said in a snarl of anger, looking over at the snep who saw the buck on his feet, his friend on the ground disabled, and decide that he needed to save his own pelt. 

The spotted kitty tried to get up to his feet, but Jim rushed him and shoved the cat back down onto the ground, not giving a fuck that the cat was coughing and hacking and struggling to breathe. Jim kicked at the snep between his legs and didn’t connect with the cat’s balls as hard as he had hoped to. “Fucking bastard, where you going!?” the buck grabbed one of the snep’s ankles and pulled the leg up, and then delivered another powerful punting kick to the cat’s groin, this time connecting with propper force on the target, drawing a deserved cry of agony as the cat curled up into a ball and yowled while rocking back and forth. Jim spit down upon the snow leopard with nothing but contempt for him as he then looked to see the lion was on all fours, head hung low, a single hand on the ground the other holding his balls. “Not so fast!” he called out and got a running start before delivering the best rib kick of his life into the lion, that was so hard it lifted the cat up, rolled him 180, and left him to land on his back. 

Jim took this moment to look around, was there anyone there that could help him, that could call the police or anything. He looked down at the lion and part of him wanted to keep going, but the better part of him was nagging at him to leave now and hope that these two fuckers learned their lesson. The lion’s scent finally hit the buck’s nose, and his tail flickered as his brain went super active from the scent. Jim’s eyes widened. “Your smell, do I fucking KNOW you?” Jim stepped up to the lion and looked down at that face contorted in pain, the lion raising a single hand up as if to beg for the buck to stop beating him, the hand trembling in the air to denote how much pain the lion was in. Between his knee smashed balls and likely broken ribs, the cat didn’t want any more trouble. Jim tilted his head and stared at the lion and sniff the air again a few more times. “I, do know you. Are you in a class with me or….” Just then the buck’s mouth salivates as he recalls the prey conversion night from 4 months ago. The lion cub! They share similar smells. Looking closer at the cat’s face he could see some of the features that the cub they converted. 

Wagging his finger down at the fallen cat Jim grinned, and not in a nice way “Oooh ho ho ho hooo Nelly! Ahhh this makes sense now. I know who you are. You’re Taylor’s big brother aren’t you?” Just then Jim saw an angry fire flash through the lion’s eyes, a look of pure hate shot up at the buck which confirmed his suspicions. Jim knew why he was attacked now, knew that if this big cat and his buddy over there had gotten him, he’d likely be meat in their stomach before the evening was done. “Did your little brother tell you about me? How me and my buddies took turns with him? How we passed him around like a peace pipe. One herbivore cock to the next, stuffing his ass and mouth until his little pred brain broke?” The buck felt his dick moving inside his jeans and reached down to squeeze his bulge with growing dominant arousal as he looked down at the lion just starting to catch his breath.

The lion lowered his arm, still in clear pain, ever breath labored and hurting. “You destroyed him, he won’t even eat meat anymore because of you!” the lion growled. “You broke him, so I’m going to break you.” The cat coughed and groaned in pain, clearly in no position to dish out any breaking. Jim curled up his fists and was about to just beat the lion down even worse when the snow leopard groaned, drawing Jim’s attention, the cat managed to get one foot under him and was about to stand. Well, he couldn’t let the snep go, at least not yet. Jim approached the snep from his back, and soon as the spotted cat got both feet under him, Jim grabbed the kitty’s shoulder, turned the guy to face him, and didn’t even waste a microsecond before punching him right in the eye so hard that the snow leopard collapsed in a heap to the ground, knocked out. Jim winced and shook his hand “OOOW FUCKING! FUCK!” he shouted. Hitting people hurts, but being hit still hurts worse. With the accomplice dealt with, the buck could focus all his attention on the lion that lay in the grass beside the sidewalk, under the bright light of an overhead lamp. 

Once again Jim felt powerful, in control, it was a feeling most plant-eaters never got to feel, it was something reserved for predators and meat-eaters. He looked down at the lion like it was his prey. If ever there was a time to kill a mother fucker, this was it, Jim thought. The buck moved to grab the lion’s ankle which kicked at him. Jim straight up paused, looked the lion dead in his eyes, and warned “Kick me again, and I’ll break your fucking neck, bitch!” Trembling and in fear for his life, the lion didn’t kick back this time as his ankle was grabbed and his leg was lifted up into the air, spreading and opening his groin to attack. The lion had one hand cupped over himself to protect and shield his bits. Jim gripped that ankle tight and demanded. “Move your hand.”

“No, no way, I know what you’re going to do!” the lion cried out, fearing that his nuts were going to suffer more abuse. 

“You’re going to decide right now what I do over the next hour. Either you move your fucking hand and do whatever the fuck I tell you, or I’m going to call a few of my buddies, and we’ll take a trip down, to your house, and go have some fun with Taylor again. I got an equine buddy that will punch his fucking kidneys into new positions like up to his shoulders. So you decided now, either you take this for your little brother, or you puss out and I go get my rocks off using him, AGAIN!” Jim’s eyes burned with fire and the intimidation worked on the lion who didn’t want anything else to happen to his brother, especially if it was a result of his actions. The lion’s hand moved off to the side, and his head laid back on the grass as he let out a defeated sob. He was so fucked, and he knew it now too. 

Jim lifted his right foot and pressed it down on the exposed groin and leaned forward to compress those injured balls as he ask. “Don’t lie to me, because I know. I’ve been converting you preds into vegans for quite a while now, I know how your brains work, I know just what you are thinking by looking at you. You were going to eat me tonight, weren’t you?” The lion shook as he laid there, hands gripping blades of grass as his package was compressed mildly under the weight of the buck’s foot. He looked into Jim’s eyes and nodded his head. Jim leaned forward, adding more weight, and making the lion groan and arch his back a little bit. “You love your little brother, don’t you?” Again the lion nodded his head. Jim slowly started to twist the ball of his foot over the lion’s compressed junk, making the cat’s lip snarl, his chin lift as he groaned in increasing pain. “You want to live so you can protect him?”

“YES! Please yes!” the lion shouted out. He looked up at the buck with increasingly defeated eyes, which welled with tears as he considered that this could have been his last night alive. Jim licked his lips as he saw the fear in the big cat’s eyes. Jim lifted his foot off the predator’s balls and dropped the cat’s leg before he stepped back and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. A few moments later, the light on the phone came on as the buck began to record. 

“Take off all your clothes, all of it, down to your pelt,” Jim demanded. The lion looked up and was humiliated by what was being done to him. He cried like a little bitch as he lay there on the grass, slowly stripping out of his clothes. Jim made sure to degrade him further with words, all captured by the recording “Yeah, you’re just a big PUSSY cat, ain’t ya? Don’t worry, you’re going to have a real man inside you soon. Bet you’ll love that huh faggot?” The lion continued to think about what would happen to his brother if he dared to fight back, or not do what was told to him. The pain continued to radiate up from his injured nuts, keeping the idea of trying to turn the tables on the buck into a reality. Once the lion’s privates were there being recorded “Haha.. look at that little sheath! That’s a cub-sized sheath, isn’t it? Hah! How the fuck can you make cubs with a sac that tiny, no wonder you cats have to nut 17 times into a pussy to make a litter. Bet you squirt a few drops every climax!” 

The lion is completely demoralized by the buck. Jim waited until the cat was void of his clothes and said “Get on your knees kitty.” The lion continued to obey, kneeling before the stronger more in control male. “Now…” the buck started to open up his own jeans and fished out his cock and lowered the phone down to get his half-hard man dick in the frame. With it being up close, it looked nice and big contrasted with the lion’s sad-looking face in the background. “See this, this is what a man packs. Is it bigger than yours?” The lion looked up and nodded his head, but Jim wasn’t happy enough with that. “Use your words little bitch. Is his deer dick bigger than your lion dick?” 

With his chin trembling and looking at the buck slowly stroking his hand along the length of his own cock, the lion said softly “Your dick is bigger than mine.” 

Jim murred and wagged his cock. “This dick made your little brother a vegan didn’t it?”

The lion again nodded his head, but then used his words as the buck wanted “That cock broke my little brother, and now he won’t eat meat at all.” 

“You want to be converted too, dontcha?” 

The most defeated frown spread over the lion’s muzzle. “Oh god please don’t do this to me!” 

“SHUT UP BITCH! You did this to yourself when you attacked me with your boyfriend who I beat the fuck out of over there. You wanted to taste my meat, so it’s right here. C’mon, come get a taste from daddy. Just like Taylor did, he loved it you know. The kid has a set of lips on him, mmmmm so damn good. How it’s big brother’s turn yeah? Crawl over here, and taste some cock.” Jim brought his hand into the frame of the video and motioned the lion to come forth. “C’mon, it’ll be okay. Suck my dick, and I’ll let you keep your balls tonight, and me and my buddies won’t ever make use of your little brother ever again. It’s a good deal, all you got to do, is suck some deer dick.” 

The lion’s head was swimming, the scent of the deer was in his nose, he was looking at that dick, his mouth was watering, he wanted this to all be over, the video, the blackmail that was going to come from it, he knew he was at the mercy of the deer. Yeah he could bite him, but that is just something men don’t do, you don’t bite cocks, even if they are the enemy. “Fuck.” The lion muttered as he crawled forward on his knees towards the buck’s waiting outstretched hand which cupped the back of the lion’s head. And the cell phone recorded that thick meaty deer dick slipping between those carnivore lips, and those eyes cast up to meet the buck’s own, as he began to blow Jim. 

Jim moaned and stroked over the lion’s head as a reward, petting those ears, drawing his fingers across the side of his muzzle as the lions sucked him off pretty good. Praise and rewards of kindness were shown from Jim as he moaned and enjoyed the look of defeat and resignation on the lion’s face. Glancing over at the snep several feet away, he’d see the cat lying there, eyes open, watching the lion kneeling, sucking Jim off. The buck would smile and make kissy lips over at the snep who continued to just lay there and witness the breaking of a lion predator by a plant-eater. 

“Look at me dude.” Jim demanded, the lion still sucking on that dripping salty dick, gazed up into the eyes of his abuser and gave his full attention. His mind was muddled, he couldn’t think clearly, and Jim knew this was the moment he needed to bring the lion too. “Prey like me don’t deserve to be in the bellies of predators like you. For the rest of your life, you’re going to find meat alternatives. Just like your little brother. If you crave the taste of real flesh again, then you find one of us, and you beg to wrap those sweet silken lips around our dick, and we will give you what you need. We’ll do that for you every single time. If you don’t stay true, and I learn you go back on your word, you know what happens yes?” The lion whined around that dick and places his hands gently on the sides of the buck's hips, sucking even harder and drawing a groan from Jim which make his cock throb and get closer to climax. “There’s a good lion. No more meat for you, understood?” The lion gently pawed up at the deer’s stomach and dragged his hand down to press on the deer’s loins. 

Jim groaned out loud and pushed his hips forward and huffed as he started to cum in the carnivore’s mouth. “MMmmmm that’s it, swallow my cum sweetheart, drink daddy’s special milk down. Yessssss! You’re a hungry boy, oh yes, get that protein little buddy.” He pets and stroked the lion’s head as his cock spewed several shots of seed over his tongue which craved that salty tang of flesh. Slowly for the finishing shot, he dragged his long cock out of that lion muzzle, spent, shined, and polished from the blowjob he was given by the pred. Jim murred and continued to record. “Lay down kitten.” The lion gave a whine but his head dropped in full submission. He lowered himself down onto his side and reflected on what he just did, what he was just turned into by this buck. 

The dominant prey grabbed his cock, pointed it at the defeated predator, and started to relieve himself, pissing on the fallen male’s body. He did not aim for his face, he simply pissed on the lion’s chest and stomach, knowing that would be enough. “Though I made you my prey, you get to go home, you get to live, you get to continue on. You are not ended by being meat in my stomach.” The stream slowly tapered off, and Jim gave his cock a wag, and then tucked himself back inside, zipping up, good and finished as he finally stopped recording. Squatting down next to the lion he smiled and gently stroked his fingertips over the lion’s cheek. “Let me hear the most important words that you’re going to live your life by from this moment forward.”

The lion sniffled and took a few moments before saying “I’m never going to eat meat again.”  Jim smiled wide and proud, happily in fact. Standing up he walked over to the snep that had not moved from his spot, but upon seeing the deer approach he curled up into a ball, arms covering his own head. This was a suitable reaction, and he decided that converting the lion was enough for tonight. Just like that Jim continued to walk down the sidewalk, two predators laying there left behind. Well now that he just came, it wasn’t likely he was going to fuck that wolf dude’s ass as he planned, but he sure a hell needed a drink now. It was off to the party for Jim!