You turn tail and run. The mightyena chases you but you are faster. He disappears behind you. You run into the woods in hopes to lose it. You can't stop now, it will track you. You continue to run and zigzag through the forest. You double back over your scent trail to try and confuse him.
You keep running till you can't anymore. You stop under a tree and breathe heavy. It's now dark out. You've probably put a mile in between you and him. You think, I'm just going to lay down for a second. You lay down, you are so tired. You start to close your eyes. It's been such a long hard day, just a little rest.
Your eyes shut. You open them suddenly in a panic. What are you doing? If you fall asleep here you are going to wake up with teeth in your throat. You get up, your body aches. You'll have to sleep near here, if you try and find a different place you'll fall asleep on the ground.
You look around, the tree above has a good limb to sleep on. It's about eight feet off the ground, enough to keep the mightyena below you. You start to climb up. You are about halfway up and you start to fall asleep. You begin to slide down the tree. You wake again. You have to get it together, your life's on the line.
You sober up and climb the rest of the way up. You crawl out on the limb and look down. You should be safe now, mightyena aren't great climbers. You straddle the limb and fall asleep quickly.
You're a pidgey flying through the air. It's a beautiful day. It's wonderful, you fly over the forest with ease. You look down on the world and see a vulpix looking at you hungrily. He looks so tiny from up here, you're more than safe.
You flap your wings and soar through the air. It's so freeing, not being bound to the ground. You start to fall. You look down and the vulpix opens his mouth. You flap your wings to gain altitude but you keep falling. You are falling right to the vulpix. You flap your wings harder but you can't fly anymore. You are plummeting to the ground.
Before you land in the vulpix's mouth you wake up suddenly. You are still on the limb but you are slipping off. You grab the limb tight and try to pull yourself back up but you keep slipping. Something heavy is attached to your tail and is pulling you down.
You look over the limb and down. Terror fills you. It's the mightyena, it's caught up to you. In your haste to sleep you forgot to tuck your tail under you. It was dangling down below the limb about a foot. While you were sleeping the mightyena jumped up and bit your tail.You see him dangling from your tail, he is so heavy. You try and shock him but you are too tired to shock. You kick at his face but he holds on tight and growls. He has a good grip on you.
You try and hold on to the limb but your back legs fall off, you now feel the full weight of him on your upper body. You hold on to the limb by digging your front claws into the wood. You hold on for a minute but you are slowly losing grip. Out of ideas you scream for help but you know no one is coming to save you. You hold on for as long as you can but suddenly, one of your claws break. You are plummeting to the ground.
This time it isn't a dream. You slam hard on your back, knocking the wind out of you. Before you can even catch your breath, the mightyena is on top of you. He places one of his paws on your chest and with lightning speed, lunges his mouth towards your throat.
You see it happen in slow motion. His lips pull back and reveal sharp white fangs. He opens them wide as they approach you. You see the tip of his snout disappear below your chin. Then *SNAP*.
His teeth crunch down on your soft throat. It hurts bad, your neck has been crushed and slit at the same time. You try and scream but all that comes out are curdles of blood. You squirm but his paw keeps you pinned. The mightyena is so excited with his kill he is trembling with joy.
Your blood gushes into his mouth. You feel his tongue lapping the blood off your neck. You hear his throat gulping your blood down. His eyes close in satisfaction, as though he just had the best sex in his life.
You try and struggle but it's already too late. You are as good as dinner. He opens his eyes, this time with an evil look. He presses hard against your chest with his paw and yanks his head back. Your esophagus comes out. You feel everything. Cool night air rushes over your gaping wound.
You watch in horror as he eats, whole, the part of the throat he ripped out. You are losing blood quickly but not quickly enough. He shakes his head then bends down a bites into your soft belly ripping a hole into it. Searing pain washes over you. He leans his head back and swallows your flesh and fat.
He doesn't waste any time and bends back down. He inserts his snout into the hole and begins rooting around. You can feel his snout moving your organs around, making a wet sticky noise. You reach down with your paws to try and stop him but you are too weak. He stops, with his mouth still in your guts, and makes casual eye contact with you then goes back to digging. He must have found what he was looking for because he bites it. It hurts so bad, like you've been punched in the gut a thousand times but you can't even yell, you just gargle. He pulls out what looks like your liver.
Finally, the blood loss is too much and you begin to black out. From the first bite to now must have been less than two minutes but it felt like an hour. You have never felt this much pain before. As you fade you watch him gulp down your liver. You can see it slide down his throat. His face is covered in your blood and gore. He looks so happy. You can hear his tail swishing back and forth and him smacking and licking his chops. The pain subsides and is replaced by a numb cold feeling all over. Your body relaxes and you look up at the limb you were just resting on. One stupid little mistake turned you into fresh meat. For some reason, you're okay with that now. Your vision starts to tunnel. As you fade, you feel a peace come over you.
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The pikachu escapes. She is faster than him. He gives chase but she disappears into the forest, he stops. The mightyena almost breaks down and cries. That was his last chance at food. He pulls himself together. He can track her. It's a long shot but it's the only chance he's got. He begins to sniff. He gets a good whiff of her, she smells so good. He whines with anticipation. He starts following her trail.
He slowly walks through the woods retracing her steps. She's good, she zigzagged through the forest. He has to take his time. He comes up to a place where she doubled back. God dammit. Why did she have to be smart? His legs get wobbly, his front paws buckle and his face lands on the ground. He is so hungry that it doesn't even feel like hunger. His stomach feels like it's being stabbed with sharp talons.
He's tempted just to lay down, right there, and die but he gets back up. If he was good for one thing on hunts, it was tracking. He looks around, it rained recently so there should be prints. Sure enough he finds one and looks at the angle. She must have turned left here. Over the next hour he slowly tracks her making sure as to not to lose the scent or get confused. He finally comes to a tree. She must have laid here for a bit, he sniffs the base of the tree, and climbed up.
He looks up and sees the little pikachu peacefully sleeping on a limb. He starts a low growl and almost howls but quickly stops himself. That's what a pack hunter would do. He would call his pack and they would all come running and bark and scratch at the tree. She would get scared and scurry down. They would leave an opening for her. One of the pack would wait in tall grass or a bush behind the tree. She wouldn't see him and run right into its maw. It would bite into her shoulder and carry her into the open. He can imagine her screams now. Then the other pack members would all bite into her and pull her apart, in two, alive. A meal like her wouldn't last but a few seconds to a pack of mightyena.
No, he's not a pack hunter anymore he's a lone wolf. He has had plenty of opportunity over the past weeks to get a kill but he blew them because he's been acting like there's a pack behind him. If he barks now she's just going to run up into the tree and he is going to starve before she comes down. He takes a deep breath, 'think.' She's too high to climb up, he's not made for climbing plus she would hear him and wake up, then he's in the same spot as barking. He sits on his hind legs and looks at her. She is so beautiful and young. He licks his chops, slobber runs down his chin. He quivers with excitement. He bets she tastes great, the young females always do.
He looks at her. How is he going to get her down? She's about eight feet up, just too high to reach. Her tail, however, is hanging down about a foot. He walks under her and stands on his hind legs. He's about two feet short of grabbing her tail but he could jump up and bite it.
He'll have to put everything he's got into this. He's so tired but this is his last chance. He gets down and stretches. If he misses this, he'll land hard and she'll wake up. He walks under her tail and crouches low.
He puts all of his weight on his back paws and pushes off the ground. It all happens in slow motion. Her tail comes right up to his face. He opens his mouth and turns his head. He'll have to bite the tail with his molars, he can't risk ripping the tail. The tail enters his mouth and he bites down. He's got her!
Gravity starts pulling him down. He looks up at her. She is now wide awake and slipping off the limb. She looks down at him. He knows that look in her eye. It's the look all prey has when they know they've fucked up. Those eyes are like a dinner bell to him.
She tries to shock him but she's too tired to get anything but a few sparks. Good, he forgot about the whole electricity thing. Her back legs fall off but her front paws keep her held up. 'Come on bitch, give up,' he doesn't know how long he can hold this. She kicks him in the face but he will not let go, this is life and death for him.
"Pika Pi!" She cries for help. 'It's just you and me little pikachu' he thinks to himself. After an agonizing half a minute she falls off the limb. He's ready for her. She lands on her back hard, he lands on his paws. His natural instincts kick in and he goes for the kill quickly. In one second he turns around, places his paw on her chest and lunges for her neck.
*SNAP*, his teeth clamp down on her soft throat. He can't believe it, he's not going to starve tonight! She looks in his eyes in terror, she knows she is food now. He trembles with pure bliss. Her blood gushes into his mouth and on his tongue. It tastes so good.
He begins to lap up the blood pooling on her neck and drinks it. It's so good he closes his eyes and enjoys the moment. This is the best day of his life. He presses his paw into her chest and pulls his head back. Her throat comes out easily. He hears gurgling come from the pikachu as he swallows her throat quickly.
It feels so good to get flesh in his stomach, he feels faint. He shakes his head and snaps to. He looks down at the pikachu. She is still struggling even though a good chunk of her throat is missing. She looks like she's in great pain and blood is gushing from her neck with each pulse of her heart. Seeing her like this kicks in his prey drive again and he gets excited. He leans down and bites a good sized chunk out of her belly. Her fat and flesh taste amazing. He swallows that quickly too. He has a plan. He was the lowest member of his pack. He always had to watch for contenders on hunts, which meant he always got the last pick of the prey. He ate the shitty parts that only a starved maniac would eat. One time, they forgot a piece of liver. He ate it, it was the best fucking thing he ever ate. Now he has a whole kill to himself, he can eat whatever he wants.
He plunges his snout into the hole he just created. He has seen so many kills he knows where all the organs are. He roots around in her sniffing. He feels her tiny heart is beating fast. The pikachu grabs weakly at his snout. He looks up into her eyes. She looks mortified and tears stream down her face. This makes him love her kill even more. He goes back to searching. He finds the liver and bites down. It's attached but he pulls hard enough it comes out. She gurgles in pain. He bites into it just to taste the juices. Then he leans his head back and swallows it whole. God, it tastes heavenly. He feels so faint he gets off her and steps back. He sits on his back legs, his tail is wagging. He was so close to starving. His stomach grumbles as his body begins to digest his pikachu dinner.
He looks at the pikachu. She's dead now, her eyes are open and dull, looking at the limb she fell from. She lies limp in a pool of her own blood. Her throat is missing and has a gaping hole in her belly. Her back left leg still twitches occasionally. He admires his work. 'She looks better like this,' he thinks. Such a good little kill.
He's still starving, he thinks about going for more guts but then he realizes, this is his kill. Guts and gristle are for lower members, the alpha gets real meat. He is his own alpha now. His old alpha always went for the haunches first, they must be good.
He stands up and walks over to the pikachu. He nuzzles under her back and flips her on her stomach. She makes a soggy squishy sound as her guts spill out. He sniffs down her back slowly, enjoying her scent. He smells her haunches, something smells good. He follows the scent right to her cunt. He places his nostrils right up against it and takes a deep sniff, his eyes flutter. She was in heat. He was too hungry to notice. He can feel his dick start to unsheath. He can't resist and snakes his tongue, a few times, in and out of her pussy. It's sopping wet, almost like she was turned on when she died. He takes his tongue out and pants. His tongue is covered and dripping in a thick layer of slippery pussy fluids. He swallows the juices and smacks his chops.
He pauses then lets out a low dark chuckle. He often wonders what goes through a prey's mind as they are being eaten; fear, dread, terror, regret, loved ones, dreams crushed, a sense of a wasted life? Probably all of those, but he has seen plenty of prey die. In those last moments, just before they die, they all have the same look on their face. The mightyena doesn't know what to call the look, satisfaction maybe? The same kind of satisfaction you get from cumming deep in a warm fertile cunt or taking a big healthy shit. Come to think of it, it's the same satisfaction he got when he first bit into the pikachu's neck. It's a natural satisfaction, when things are the way they should be. When something does what it was intended for. It's only natural for weak prey to become food for stronger predators. The pikachu was made for him to eat and her wet pussy tells him, she knew it too. Her journey now over, ending right where it was meant to, in a belly.
He looks down the back of the dead pikachu. Maybe if he wasn't starving to death he would have naturally satisfied her in a different way. He likes the thought of forcing himself on a female prey and planting his seed in them. He would let them go then she would raise his offspring under the nose of her mate. He'll have to try that one day but for now, what's done is done.
His thoughts are rudely interrupted by a grumbling stomach. It's happy with what's inside it now but it wants more. He remembers he was going to try the haunches. He licks down the area to prepare it. He bites into the flesh and rips a large chunk of her ass off. He chews the bloody meat. It's so fresh, tender and raw. He swallows, fuck the liver, this is the best thing he has ever eaten. He sits down, closes his eyes and enjoys the moment. His tail thumps hard against the ground. He spends the next thirty minutes sampling different parts of the prey's body, the parts he's always wanted to try but was never allowed to eat. She tastes so good.
He is now full, his stomach gurgles and is bloated. He sits down to clean himself of gore and blood. He isn't quite sure what his favorite part is yet. He was so hungry everything tasted good. He'll have to experiment with more prey before he develops his palette. He ate over half of her. Her mangled corpse lays there completely still. He saved one of her back legs. He gnaws it to the bone then rips it off. The joint disconnects with a satisfying crack and pop. He leaves the rest for the scavengers.
He takes the leg with him, it will be his breakfast. He trots off happier than he's ever been. He finds a nice secluded clearing and curls up to sleep. He rests his head on the pikachu's leg like a pillow and drifts off to sleep.
He's tracking her again. He finally comes to a tree. She must have laid here for a bit, he sniffs the base of the tree, and climbed up. He looks up and sees the little pikachu sleeping peacefully on a limb. He jumps up and bites her tail. She holds on for a bit but eventually falls to the ground. He quickly turns around and places his paw on her chest. He doesn't bite her, he just grins. She looks between his legs and looks back up at him timidly. This time she's going to satisfy a different need. He enjoys the rest of the dream.
He wakes up the next morning, his stomach covered in half dried semen. He sniffs his breakfast. Some of her heat smell is on the inside of the thigh, which probably explains the dream.
He eats his breakfast, bone and all. It's not as juicy and fresh but is still good. He finishes and walks off. He thinks he won't have trouble killing prey now. When you're alone, you have to out smart them, not out fight or outrun them.
He walks for a bit then squats down and takes a shit. The shit has bleached yellow fur and bits of undigested bone in it. He walks over to a tree nearby and pisses. He then scratches his claws into the bark, this is his territory now. He lays down under a bush and takes a nap. Come dusk, he will hunt again.
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Thus ending your story. You were rudely woken from your peaceful dream to become doggy chow. You are forgotten by the tribe but not by the mightyena. He will always remember the look on your face when you realized he grabbed your tail. He thinks about you often and how he would have died if not for your tasty body. He enjoys recalling the memory of him biting your throat and how you squirmed helplessly underneath him. You leave no legacy. But hey, at least you saved his life!
