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Snow fell from the bright white and cloudy sky down onto the woody tundra; like dandruff from the head of someone who refused to acknowledge the existence of Head & Shoulders. In clumps, flakes, and an abundance of shapes, the snow covered the ground in a fluffy white that sucked the color entirely out of mother nature. The trees had lost all their leaves and the ground froze so deep that digging an inch-deep hole with a shovel would take three men three hours at the very least. In summer, when it rained, the ground was soft and squishy, but winter wasn’t kind to the northern territories; with ground harder than concrete, crops couldn’t grow, and with the local fauna in hibernation, meat was scarcer, too.

Among the vast white and blue of snow and ice, crouched two tigers around a small woodfire; one male and one female. Both of them had white body paint on their face and body to help aid with camouflage in the snow. The body paint that was meant to help keep the orange cats a little more hidden in their environment ranged from simple lines and dots that carried no more meaning than the superstitious belief around the wishbone in a chicken to symbols and written text excerpts that the feline tribe believed helped provide protection, strength, or fortune. The elders believed that one was only allowed to have one sacred symbol on their body at a time, but the younger generations, who were already slightly skeptical over whether a finger-painted symbol could do anything at all, believed that if they were real, that they could be stacked on top of each other. The male tiger and his female companion were both skeptics when it came to their tribe’s beliefs, thus they had the trifecta of symbols all over their bodies, most notably on their arms, legs, hands, and feet. If the symbols were poppycock, then there was no harm in having them on their fur. If they were real, then the only logical thing was that they were stackable. Plus, anything they could do to cause panic in the elders was a treat; a couple of deaths by natural causes meant fresh faces on the council, which meant no more barbaric and outdated traditions like arranged marriages.

The male tiger wore nothing more than a loincloth tied to a leather belt around his waist that sheathed his dagger. Although it was winter, tigers very rarely needed much in terms of extra clothing as their coats thickened enough to keep them warm. Plus, being a hunter, it was a lot easier to keep quiet and stalk prey without the sound of friction created by fur and fabrics. He had a spear with three freshwater salmon skewered onto it and was holding it over the fire. The fish sizzled and popped as it cooked over the orange flame that melted the snow on the ground around it. The tigress, who looked like a female version of the male tiger, wore mostly the same getup, with an added wrapping around her chest to keep her breasts neat, tidy, and out of the way. Instead of a dagger, she had a hatchet, and a quiver for arrows built into her chest bindings. She had a spear in her hand, too, but instead of being lined with fish, it was covered in blood. She had her hatchet in her other hand and was sharpening the dulled dip of her spear just close enough to the flame to feed its wood shavings to it. With her hatchet held at a slight angle, the tigress sharpened her spear and removed the bloodstains from it in the process. The fire cracked hungrily as the wood shavings burned into ash and kept the fire going just as strong as it did when the male tiger first lit it. Normally, setting a fire up during the day in such an open and vulnerable spot was a no-go, visible smoke, the smell of fish grilling over an open flame? Enemies, especially canines would be able to smell them from miles away. But the felines and canines had a peace treaty and were allowed in each other’s territory, within reason.

The three fish on the spear sizzled louder the longer they spent over the fire, steam and the smell of salmon wafted through the air, and the male tiger who rotated the spear to keep the fish evenly cooked, licked his lips every few seconds as his nose took in the sweet, sweet smell of one of his favorite foods.

“Man, that smells good...” The male tiger said with a chuckle as he licked his lips involuntarily multiple times. His ears flickered to the sizzles and pops and he watched as the fish skin’s skin crisp and brown. He glanced over at his female hunting companion who was still sharpening her spear, seemingly not even paying attention to him trying to spark up a conversation between them.

‘Qwwwrck! Qwwwck! Qwwwwck!’ the tigress was focused, as one should be when handling sharp weaponry. She continued to sharpen her spear with her hatchet until it was so sharp that just looking at it made the tigress fear for the safety of her eyes. With the last wood shaving fed into the fire in front of her, the tigress slid her hatchet into the leather holster on her hip and pointed the blunt end of the spear down onto the frozen ground to use it as a crutch as she turned her attention to the cooking fish and her male companion with a slightly annoyed look on her face. “You act like we’re in famine, brother.” The tigress rolled her eyes and shook her head, the bone-white hoops that were looped in with the two locks of her hair that weren’t tied up in her ponytail clinked as she made her disappointment known.

“What’s gotten you in such a sour mood? Planning to use that ultra-sharp spear on someone?” The male tiger joked as he looked at his sister, who had the look of a bitter old woman three times her age spread across her face; a frown, furrowed brows, and a scrunched-up nose that was putting a strain on her facial muscles was a look that the tiger had seen on his sister before, and it was never when she was feeling good and never when she was out on a hunt.

“I plan on using it on the elder who came up with this whole game that we have to play with the canine tribe every fucking winter,” Alex grumbled and she stared into the fire as it cracked and popped. “It’s a waste of time and incredibly insulting that we have to let them win.” The tigress rolled her eyes and flicked the fingers of her right hand against the half-melted snow that was on the ground underneath her. Her flicking turned into her drawing as she stared into the blue base of the fire and took in the scent of the salmon. She drew a circle, some lines, and little squiggly lines on the outside of the circle like how a child would draw a sun. She stopped when her brother pulled his spear of fish from the flames and placed it down on a clean tree stump. Axel removed the fresh-water salmon from the spear, pulled his dagger out from his belt, and started to cut up the fish into more manageable pieces that he and his sister could enjoy.

“Why are you worried about that? It helps us maintain good relations with those dogs, which if we didn’t have, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now enjoying salmon from the Wolf River, with enough to take back home, which we also hunted in their territory.”

Alex rolled her eyes at her brother and watched as he sliced the salmon into fillets and removed as many of the bones from them as he possibly could. Any normal tiger would just take bites out of the fish raw and just call it a day, but not Axel; he knew how to cook. It was no wonder why he was so popular with the women of the tribe; he knew how to handle his meat. Alex had no idea what else they saw in him, although her view of her brother might have been skewed by the “ew” factor that came when you thought about your siblings in that manner.

“I’m worried about it because I’m in the reaping this year,” the tigress grumbled and pulled her hand that she had been drawing in the snow with up to her knee. Axel didn’t react much to his sister’s words at first, but after a few seconds of processing and once he had sliced up the third salmon into a few fillets, he raised his brows and shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh, relax, there’s like a hundred other people in the reaping with you and they’re only picking one. You aren’t that unlucky.” The tiger chuckled as he turned to look at his sister and waited for the fish fillets that he had just cut up to cool down enough for them to start eating them. While he waited, crouched, he reached his right hand down underneath his loincloth to scratch an itch that very inconveniently appeared on his balls. His fingers combed through the delicate fur on his orbs and he curled his fingers around them in between each scratch and tugged at them. After scratching his nuts, he brought his hand out from behind his loincloth and quickly swiped it under his nose, disguising his obvious sniff as a rub of his wet winter runny nose. “And if you are picked, maybe we’ll win, and war will spark between our tribes, and it will go down in history as the greatest thing to ever happen. All you have to do is hide for 48 hours. I think you’re good at that. Hell, I think your little boy toy Jacob, who you’re avoiding for no good reason, would agree.”

Alex grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at her brother. The snow hit him right on the cheek and he almost lost his balance. He wobbled left and right as he turned to glare at his sister. “Ow! What was that for?”

Alex gave her brother a disappointed look that said “Really?” without her having to say it aloud. Even with how thick he could be sometimes, surely the tigress didn’t have to explain to him why she threw snow at him. After Axel’s balance was restored, he grabbed some snow from the ground and used it to wash his hands as best he could before he raised his hands in his sister’s direction for inspection. Alex’s disappointed look grew without her having to move a muscle in her face; it was all in her eyes.

Axel hated that Alex had their mother’s eyes; whenever she looked disappointingly at him, it reminded him of her looking at him in the same way. Growing up (and even into adulthood) he was a momma’s boy, who knew that it would work out so well in Alex’s favor. The disappointed look on his sister’s face was enough to get the tiger to stand up and walk away toward the small creek behind them where there was flowing water to wash his ballsack-tainted hands properly.

“Since when have I ever been lucky?” the tigress grumbled to herself and dropped her right hand back down to the symbol she had been drawing in the snow as her brother brushed by her. After adding a few final touches to it, she pulled her hand away and stared at it.

The symbol that she drew looked a lot like a sun with a couple of lines drawn diagonally through it. The feline tribe were quite big fans of the sun (practically worshipping it) and used it plenty in their hieroglyphics, the one that Alex crudely drew in the snow was thought by her ancestors and elders to bring forth luck and good fortune. The longer she stared at the symbol, the less lucky she felt about the reaping. With a reluctant sigh, she placed her hand down on the symbol, closed her eyes, and prayed.

“O Radiant Sun, eternal giver of light and warmth,

I prowl beneath your golden embrace,

My heart fierce, my spirit strong.

You who rise with the dawn, painting the sky with hues of hope,

Guide my steps, illuminate my path,

Bless my hunt with your unwavering presence.

O Mighty Sun, source of life and strength,

Shower me with your boundless energy,

Grant me the luck I seek, the fortune I desire.

Let your rays banish the shadows of doubt,

Fill my endeavors with your brilliant light,

May your eternal flame ignite my soul with courage and wisdom.

I honor you, O Sun, with my roars and strides,

May your blessing be upon me,

Today, tomorrow, and forevermore.”

As much as she and most of the tribesfolk of her generation mocked the elders and their beliefs, in that moment, she hoped that they were the ones who were right.

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15 hours into being hunted.

All it took was the sound of a snapping twig to wake the tigress. She wasn’t normally a light sleeper, but being part of the Hunt and hiding from the canines that were looking for her had turned her into one.

‘Crck.’

Alex’s eyes shot open and she instantly tightened her grip around her hatchet that had loosened from her falling asleep. She rolled to her left onto her stomach and looked through a small peephole-sized gap in between the two boulders that she had been using as part of her DIY shelter. She kept herself as quiet as possible while also trying her best to shake that post-wakeup grogginess that pulled on her eyelids. It took her a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, and once she did, she saw a canine carefully walking around, looking up into the trees and sniffing the air; sniffing her out, a thing that canines were unfortunately very good at. Alex wasn’t sure what specific type of canine he was, but his tall stature, dark brown fur, large sheath, and slightly pendulous balls that hung from between his legs reminded her of the ones that called themselves “shepherds”, although his tail resembled those of arctic foxes that she had seen once or twice when she was out hunting in canine territory. From what she could tell, he was alone; which meant that his four fellow canines were either spread out looking for her elsewhere, or they were hiding and trying to lure her out using “a lone canine” that she could probably take on in a 1v1. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, and Alex wasn’t going to fall for that.

The canine, adorned in red paint over various parts of his fur, tried his best to be stealthy and quiet. But with big canine paws and non-retractable claws came louder footsteps; crunches from frozen leaves, snow, and twigs cut through the dead-silent winter night and gave away his position to anyone with even a semblance of good hearing. None of that mattered though as he was also holding a torch to help him see in the pitch black of the forest. The fire from the torch shined an orange glow over the canine as he stepped closer and closer to where the tigress was hiding. He stepped on another branch that cracked so loud that even the dog himself got scared. His ears flickered and he turned his head left and right frantically. He held his torch out in front of him and glanced down at his feet where he saw the culprit of the loud sound. He let out a chuckle and shook his head at himself almost disappointingly. He lifted his foot off of the snapped branch, shook the snow and loose leaves off of his paw, and continued walking forward. He got closer and closer to the boulder where Alex was, which made her hold her breath.

“…..” the tigress was one of her tribe’s strongest swimmers and was able to hold her breath for an impressive amount of time underwater, but when it came to just holding her breath on land here, it seemed a lot more difficult.

When she couldn’t see the canine through the gap between the rocks anymore, she quietly got onto her feet and crouch-walked along the side of the boulder as the canine came closer and closer to being able to see behind the big rock where she had been snoozing. Alex was incredibly quiet, even as her paws stepped onto the crunchy snow, leaves, and twigs, she barely made a sound. She continued to hold her breath and slowly vanished around the boulder as the canine with the torch came to a stop behind the rock where he saw signs that someone had been there just recently. Pawprints, a small patch of ground cleared of snow, and a tall pile of leaves that made a pillow. “Hah, gotcha,” the canine smirked and crouched down to inspect the traces and tracks that the tiger left behind a little more closely. He placed his fingers into a paw indent in the snow, dragged his digits around it for a few seconds, and brought his fingers up to his big dog nose to sniff them.

‘Snff. Snff. Snff.’

The dog’s sniffs were loud and got louder each time as he took in a fresher reference of the tigress’s scent. By the end of the third sniff, the dog’s eyes were closed and he savored the scent of the tigress’s sweat that was fresher than any of the scents he had been clinging to and trying to find her with. The sweet and slightly salty smell was so strong that she couldn’t have been very far. The canine took another sniff of his fingers and let out a chuckle as he opened his eyes. With her fresh scent in his system, tracking her down was no longer a matter of how, but when. His lips pursed into a grin in a way that could only be described as sinister and he had a glow to his eyes that was a little more than the orange and red flames from his torch that reflected off of his retinas. His nose wiggled as he tried to sniff out the tigress, he turned left and right to fan out and find the direction where her scent was strongest. He did this for a mere two seconds before he stopped, turned on his heels, and followed the scent to the other side of the boulder where he hadn’t checked yet. His large paws crunched the snow, leaves, and twigs beneath them loudly, as he was no longer mindful of where or what he was stepping on.

‘Crnch.’

Alex kept as still and as silent as she possibly could.

‘Clnch.’

She was still holding her breath, which ironically made it feel like a balloon was swelling up in her chest. Her heart beat so fast that she felt like an unfortunate wall that a child decided to throw its fists against in a tantrum.

‘Crack.’

Then it felt like her heart stopped.

The balloon that expanded in Alex’s chest was so close to bursting that she squinted her eyes shut in anticipation of her eventual gasp for air that would reveal her location. It was either going to be that, or the dog was going to sniff her out. She was doomed either way, or so she thought.

She could also make a run for it. She was faster and much more agile than any canine could ever wish to be, after all. With her breath still held, for what was close to three minutes now, the tigress’s heart thumped harder and harder in her chest as it fought to circulate what little oxygenated blood was left in her.

The crunches from the leaves, twigs, and snow got closer and louder. Then there was a final crunch that sounded just like a bone cracking. The tigress’s grip around her hatchet tightened so much that the leather wound around the handle squeaked. When she heard it, she knew that she was going to have to run. She started a countdown in her head as the sound of the canine’s footsteps got closer, closer, and closer.

Then they stopped.

“Edward!” a deep and masculine voice cut through the dead of night like a hot knife through candle wax. The canine who was in the middle of following Alex’s scent, stopped in his tracks so suddenly that his hefty balls swung forward and smooshed against his fat sheath. Despite being surrounded by snow, sweat still poured from the dog’s pores. A droplet of his ball sweat rolled over the curve of his orbs as they swung forward and landed right on the tigress’s shoulder, which caused her to open her eyes and turn to look at the small wet spot on her shoulder. Slowly, the tigress looked up to see the canine standing just a few inches from where she was oh-so-perfectly camouflaged. But he had turned his head over his shoulder to look in the direction where his name was called from.

The canine paused for just a second to contemplate whether what he heard was real or if it was just a darkness-induced hallucination. Before he had any time to come to a conclusion on the matter, he heard his voice called out again; this time, much louder.

“ED-WARD!”

With an eye roll, the dog turned on his heels and walked away from the boulder. Torch still in hand and a disgruntled look on his face, he looked just about ready to pillage and burn down a village. When he turned around, he saw the other canines standing together in a group, with their torches and spears in hand. There were five canines in total (including Edward) who were tasked with hunting the lone tigress down; two unrelated grey wolves with unsolved homoerotic sexual tension, an arctic fox who hated everyone and thought he was the smartest man alive, and an older, wiser, battle-worn German Shepherd who just wanted to get the tradition over and done with. To say they were a rag-tag team would have been an understatement; that’s what happened when you relied on a randomized system to choose your hunters and hunted every year. Sometimes you got good ones, sometimes you got ones whose personalities conflicted so much that they called your name to interrupt you just as you were about to find the tigress you had been searching for hours on end for. It made for a good spectacle, though. What fun would the games be if every year both tribes just handpicked their best?

“What?” Edward shouted back at his ragtag team of knot-bearing boys with more than just a hint of annoyance in his voice. He stayed put in place as he looked at the four canines; if the tigress was anywhere near, or even far, she’d have seen all of them coming with how much light and noise they were making. The grey wolf that called out to Edward, gestured for the mutt to join them with an excited smile spread across his face. He was maybe a little too excited, as the tip of his dick peeked out from his sheath like lipstick.

“Ivan thinks he knows where our pretty little birdy is hiding, we’re going to go flush her out so we can end this, win, and get to the feast.”

Ivan was the older German Shepherd, the only one (other than Edward) who seemed to have any sort of sense of how to play the game. Edward was inclined to believe him, even if the scent of the tigress was incredibly strong where he stood. He sniffed the air a few more times only to realize that the tigress’s scent had faded. With another eye roll, Edward started walking toward the group. “I was tracking her scent, and now I’ve lost it, thanks to you.” He brushed by the two wolves and playfully shoved the one who shouted his name to get his attention earlier in the shoulder.

Once Edward rejoined the group, Ivan gestured his head in the direction where he thought the lone tigress was hiding out and started moving in that direction. The other dogs followed, with Edward being the last to do so after turning to look back at the boulder and sniffing the air in one last-ditch attempt to capture her scent again. The tigress’s scent was still there, but faint. As he turned his head toward his peers, he stopped, raised his arm with his torch up a little higher, and sniffed toward his armpit. With a little scrunch of his nose, but zero change in his expression, he then looked forward and followed the pack, jogging just a little to catch up.

The crunching and crushing of snow, leaves, and twigs continued as Edward and his peers walked and talked like the word “stealth” had no meaning. Even as they got quieter and quieter as they walked away, Alex continued to hold her breath. She didn’t want to risk getting caught. She waited, waited, and waited until she couldn’t hear the canines with her ultrasharp hearing anymore before she let out a gasp for air.

11 minutes and 36 seconds.

“Hhhhyyyyuuuuuugghhhh!”

Alex’s hands clenched into fists and she grabbed a bunch of snow and Mother Nature’s debris as she gasped for air. After her first breath, the tigress proceeded to hyperventilate to refill the depleted oxygen levels in her blood. Even while she was catching her breath, the predator-turned-prey did not rest on her laurels – she quickly got onto her feet and peeked over the boulder. With the pack of dogs out of sight and earshot, Alex crawled backward, away from the boulder; and once she was a good distance away, she got up onto her feet and ran into the dark so fast that she was all but an orange blur to the nocturnal woodland critters who were watching from the tall leafless trees.

25 hours into being hunted.

The forest looked a lot different once the sun was out; the snow-covered ground was bright white, and the sky, too. But it was almost as quiet as it was when it was dark, save for the very few chirps from the non-nocturnal birds singing and going about their peaceful birdy day.

Alex hadn’t slept for a minute since she was woken up unceremoniously by Edward and his band of mutts. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as tired as she thought she would be. After she had caught her breath from the close call, the tigress climbed up a tall tree and set up camp there until the sun came up over the horizon. The last hours of the night were quiet, as the canines had wandered off to the east, presumably to the frozen waterfall, where the hunted from every year tried to wait out the 48 hours in the vast cave network that sat behind the base of the frozen waterfall. It was a good place to hide, but it was high-risk and high reward. Whether because the hunted became claustrophobic and came out on their own, or took a wrong turn and were cornered with nowhere to go, Alex thought about using the caves behind the waterfall as a place to hide and almost went through with it. But since her knowledge of the caves was from the spring and summer months, when it was swimmable she’d probably end up getting lost in there and losing, too.

As much as she wasn’t a fan of stupid traditions implemented by ancients, she was even less of a fan of losing.

If the feline tribe wanted a victory, she was their best bet. So long as nothing incredibly unfortunate happened. Luck was never on Alexandra’s side. How hard could it be? All she had to do was outlast the dogs for 23 more hours. She was only outnumbered five to one, in somewhat unfamiliar territory, and had a fur coat that was better suited for camouflage during the summer months.

The tigress looked around from the relative safety of her high castle and all she could see was white; no brown, red, or black in sight. She was safe up in the trees for however long it took for the canines to look up. But she was starting to get hungry, as the last meal she had was before the games started. Alex shifted around on the large tree branch that supported her weight, careful not to lean too far to either side as she reached her hand behind her back to grab a small red-stained cloth. She placed it in her lap and unfolded it to reveal five little raspberries that she managed to forage before she ascended the trees. With a tiny bit of hesitation, she plopped three of the five berries into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. The red juice from the berries spilled from her lips and stained the white fur around her mouth. It looked like she had blood running down the corner of her mouth, but after a few laps from her tongue, it was cleaned up. Five itty-bitty berries weren’t enough to feed a small child and were not enough to keep the tigress’s hunger at bay for the remaining 23 hours, but it was enough to keep her stomach from rumbling and hurting just for a little bit.

She’d have to go back down to the ground to find some food eventually. But the longer she could put that off, the better. She was sure that the canines were banking on her getting hungry and letting her guard down.

40 hours into being hunted.

The last two berries in Alex’s food pouch lasted a lot longer than she thought they would. With a combination of sucking on the berries, doing her best to think about anything other than food, and some sleep sprinkled in here and there, the tigress was able to make it 15 more hours before her stomach started protesting loudly. The sun had gone down and come back up over the horizon in that time.

“Ugh.” she let out a heavy sigh – her breath came out as a mist not too dissimilar to someone smoking a pipe from how cold it was, but despite being fully nude, she seemed completely unaffected by it. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was constantly pumping through her veins, or the naturally thick tiger fur coat that she had. As the tigress climbed down the tree that she had called her abode, using her hatchet in one hand and her claws in the other like climbing axes, she felt a sort of tranquility. She was transported to her childhood where she spent a lot of her time climbing trees just like this one with her brother and the other kids in the tribe. A smile appeared on her face for the first time since the games started, but once her feet were back on the frozen forest ground, it faded, and she tightened her grip around her hatchet. She headed west, toward the frozen lake where she and her brother liked to fish.

45 hours into being hunted.

The sound of fish sizzling over the open flame and the smell of its flesh cooking only made the tigress’s stomach growl louder. Normally, setting up a fire and grilling food in such an open area was a no-go, but the tigress couldn’t help it. She had fished a few salmon out from the frozen lake and ate one of them raw, but for some reason, when she did that, her brother’s voice echoed in her head telling her; “cooked salmon is so much better”. And he was right; smoked, cured, grilled, fried, or baked; salmon was better when it was cooked. The layers of fat that marbled the pink flesh of the salmon were so juicy and rich when it was rendered out. With a single fish on a makeshift spear that she hastily crafted and sharpened with her hatchet, the tigress stared at the fish’s skin as it bubbled and boiled over the flame and rotated the spear around to cook the fish evenly on all sides. Once it was done, she pulled the spear from the fire and took a bite. Her sharp teeth tore into the cooked fish meat with ease, and steam gushed out of the fish’s open wound. It was most definitely wiser for Alex to let the fish cool a bit, but with how loud her stomach growled and how long she had been staring at the salmon as it cooked, she didn’t even flinch as the heat burned her tongue.

She chewed, swallowed, took another bite, chewed, and swallowed again until there was nothing but fish bones in a pile on the ground. With a satisfied sigh, she tossed the fish-stained and charred spear into the fire and watched as sparks shot out from it with a satisfied smirk. There were only three hours left, she had managed to survive 45 hours so far without getting captured, maybe she really could win this thing.

Her confidence may have come a little too early, though, as a figure cast a shadow over her shoulder while she watched the flames engulf and eat up the spear.

‘Crck.’

The tigress’s eyes widened when she heard the haunting sound of a twig cracking under someone’s feet and flinched when she felt the sharp end of something gently graze against her back.

“You’re a difficult one to find, cat.”

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19 hours into the Hunt.

Edward followed Ivan’s hunch and very soon came to regret doing so – as when they arrived at the frozen waterfall, it had been frozen shut with a wall of ice so thick and cloudy that it would take an act of God to dig through.

“Maybe she found another way in, sir,” said Carl, one of the grey wolves who was a lot more of an ass-kisser than the other one.

Ivan, not a fan of being ass-kissed, at least not in the way the wolf was doing, took in a deep breath through his nose, which he blew out the very same way just a few short seconds later to show his discontent in the politest, yet most passive-aggressive way possible. He knew that the younger generations were taught to respect their elders, but the canine tribe also put a lot of emphasis on the fact that respect had to be earned, not given away willy-nilly.

“Gee, Carl, maybe you’re right. Maybe she’s a witch and can phase through giant ice walls.” The old German Shepherd snarled at the wolf whose nose was so deep in his ass that he almost felt him breathing on his prostate.

“Yeah! She’s a witch!” Carl continued, seemingly not getting the hint.

The more Carl spoke, the more years were added to the German Shepherd’s already aging face.

Edward stood back in silence and watched as the other canines started to bicker over who was at fault for leading them astray. After a couple of insults about intellect here and a few slurs against specific Canidae there, he realized right there that he was the canine tribe’s only hope of securing a victory.

Edward walked away from the motley crew with a smirk on his face. He had 29 hours to find that tigress and he had already gotten close once. All he had to do was find her again.

45 hours into the Hunt.

Finding the tigress again wasn’t as easy as the Caucasian Shepherd mix thought; it was as if she had vanished into the white snowy wilderness without a trace. That was until he saw a smoke trail cutting through the otherwise completely white sky just a short distance away. The brown and white canine tilted his chin up and looked to the sky at the greyish-white trail of smoke that was instantly recognizable as a cooking fire. The dog’s lips curled into a smirk, which then turned into a grin as he adjusted the decorative bracelets around his wrists. The gold beads and black obsidian spades clinked together as he tightened them to make sure they didn’t fall when he started running.

Edward lifted his spear from its position on the ground as a walking stick, tossed it up into the air, and caught it in an act of showmanship before he took off in the direction of the smoke. His heart raced, his feet kicked up snow and debris, and he cackled to himself as he leaped over mounds of compacted snow, fallen tree trunks, and boulders that kept the landscape exciting. He ran for what seemed like 15 minutes before he came to a stop a comfortable distance away from the orange, black, white, and blue figure that he had been searching all day and night long for.

He took a moment to catch his breath; taking deep breaths through his nose and exhaling out through his mouth. He watched as the tigress sat by her fire, eating her fish, and involuntarily licked his lips when he caught a whiff of her meal. He too, hadn’t had much to eat in the past 45 hours. And while canines weren’t a huge fan of fish, the one the tigress was hulking down smelled so good that he would have tolerated the fish bones poking the roof of his mouth if he could just have a little bit of a taste. But from where he was standing, it looked like the tigress was just finishing up. Even if she wasn’t, was he just going to stroll up to her and ask her to share?

Edward did his best to be as silent as he could as he continued his approach on the tigress from behind. He was a lot more mindful of where his feet went this time around, avoiding leaves and twigs and keeping his steps restricted to only soft patches of snow that didn’t crunch when stepped on. He was a little annoyed at how slow his approach was, but each step brought him closer and closer to the tigress who had let her guard down.

Salmon, o salmon, why did you have to be so tasty?

The canine came up behind her just in time to witness her toss her spear and what was left of her fish meal into the flames in front of her. He came to a stop just a few feet behind her and waited for just the right moment before he made his presence known. He held his spear up, pointed the sharp end toward the tigress who sat comfortably on her laurels and took a single step forward to gently press the spear against the tigress’s back. His paw landed right on a twig, which prematurely announced his presence to the tigress. It didn’t stop him from smiling and saying the line he had rehearsed in his head on his walk over to her, though.

“You’re a difficult one to find, cat,” Edward said through his elated grin and prodded the tigress with the tip of his spear. “Looks like the felines lose again this year, as always.” his tail wagged around behind him as he gloated; he was unable to contain his excitement

Alex, at the unfortunate end of a spear, put her hands up in surrender as she sat in the snow in front of her fire. She was silent, but hyper aware of her surroundings. Her eyes darted to a bunch of different places as she tried to come up with a way to get out of the sticky situation. She had made it this far; three more hours and she would have emerged the victor. Regret started to show on her face as she looked at her spear which had already been reduced to charcoal. If only she hadn’t tossed it like an absolute idiot. What was she thinking?

The smug look on the canine’s face only got smugger the more he poked and prodded at the tigress with his spear. His tail continued to wag behind him with increasing speed and his heart raced to the same tune. All he could think about was how proud his tribe would be that he was able to bring the tigress in without the help of the four stooges that made up his team. Oh, how he was so ready to rub it in Carl the ass-kisser’s face.

“On your feet, slowly,” he barked an order to the tigress. As the tigress slowly got onto her feet, Edward dropped his left hand from the spear and grabbed the rope that he had fashioned out of tree bark that was loosely looped around the base of his tail. Spear in one hand and rope in the other, he moved a little closer to the tigress to grab her raised hands and tie them together. But to do that, the dog had to move the spear away from the tigress’s back, and he did that, just for a second as he grabbed her right wrist with his right hand – that was his mistake.

With the canine’s spear out of the way, Alex remained calm and waited for the dog to grab onto one of her wrists. Being right-handed, she hoped he would grab her left wrist first, and when he did, her surprised, scared, and vulnerable “tiger on her laurels” expression turned into a cute little smile that those close to her (especially her brother) called “the annihilator”. It was a subtle smile, but her lips curled in a way that was both innocent and sinister at the same time. Her tail swayed behind her and brushed against the canine’s legs as he reached for her right wrist.

With his fingers a mere millimeters away from wrapping securely around the tiger’s wrist, Edward’s smile grew wider and wider. He pictured how everything would go in his mind once he brought the tigress back to the canine village. He’d be hailed as a hero, inducted into the legends who previously single handedly won the Hunt just like he was about to do. Or at least so he thought.

Alex wasn’t going to let him take her win that easily.

The tigress moved her left hand away from the mutt’s as it approached and grabbed the hand that he had on her right wrist. Edward went wide-eyed and looked at the tigress, who now had her head turned over her shoulder. Their eye contact lasted just long enough for Alex to raise a brow at him and chuckle.

The tigress tightened her grip around the canine’s wrist and pulled her restrained wrist out of his grasp. With a simple, soft, and effortless move, Alex turned around and grabbed Edward’s spear with one hand, his shoulder with the other, and pulled him into a roll toward the snowy ground. By putting her entire body into it and relying on gravity for that extra pull, Alex pulled the dog off of his feet and to the ground, shoulder-first. Edward flipped in the air before he landed on his back with a loud thud. His spear was wrestled from him and ended up in the tiger’s hands – she slammed herself down on him with her knees straddled over him so hard that he had the wind of his latest breath was knocked out of his lungs.

‘Hooomph!’

Before the canine could snarl or fight back, the tigress twirled the spear around in her hands, wrapped her fingers around the weapon nice and tight, and pressed it down against his neck. Edward quickly put his hands up to grab the spear as it came down toward his neck. He wasn’t able to push the tigress off of him like he wanted to, as the feline possessed a surprising amount of strength considering her stature. His grip tightened around the spear that was oh so close to pressing against his Adam’s Apple and he put a lot of force behind his hands to try and get the tigress off of him. He grunted, groaned, stiffened up, and struggled under the tigress’s straddle. Although he wasn’t just going to give up, he knew that if he kept struggling, he’d be wasting energy. And since he hadn’t eaten anything in almost two days, every calorie counted. His grip was still firm around the spear, to keep it from pushing too close to his neck, but he stopped actively pushing against the tigress’s force.

“And you’re easy to trick, dog,” Alex said through grit teeth. Her voice was slightly shaky from how much force she had to put in to overpower the large canine.

“Doesn’t matter if you keep me pinned, tigress, I’ve found you, you’ve lost.” Edward’s snarl warped into a toothy smile that showed almost all of his pearly white blades that crowned his pink gums. The dog resumed pushing against the spear just in case the tigress lowered her guard when he spoke; she didn’t – thus his efforts bore no fruit.

Being completely naked, the tigress’s pussy pressed right up against the Caucasian Shepherd and Arctic Fox mix’s lower abdominal area. Almost immediately after she forced her way on top of him, the dog felt a warmth spread all over his body, which was normal when one partook in fur-to-fur contact with another person, but what wasn’t quite normal was the extra warmth that he felt pressed against his stomach. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was from, and when he did, he almost went wide-eyed but stopped himself just in time.

Alex felt a little bit of warmth against her when she straddled the dog and kept him pinned down, too; and while she wasn’t feeling cold, the sharing of body heat between herself and the mutt was quite enjoyable. Her reaction to it was a lot less dramatic than Edward’s, but she still had a little bit of a reaction nonetheless. She bit her lip and let out a little bit of a sigh that could easily pass as her letting out her frustration from the force she had to exert to keep the canine under her from shaking her off and gaining the upper hand. Her hips moved back and forth slightly as her knees dug into the snow to find their footing. Once she had the dog firmly in place under her and was sure he wouldn’t be able to wiggle his way free from her like a slimy little worm, she leaned forward to bring her face closer to her prey. Her muzzle hovered just close enough for her to be able to look down at him dauntingly with a smirk that curled into just one cheek and a raised eyebrow that mocked him for being taken down by a tiger, a lady tiger no-less.

The canines took masculinity seriously, almost to the point of toxicity; being toppled by a woman was something to be ashamed of, and it showed just a little on Edward’s face. But being under this particular woman, this tigress, wasn’t so bad. She was fit, and that warm pussy against him felt good – he was a simple man; tits, ass, pussy, or any combination of the three were like catnip to him, and Alex had all of them out, too much for just two eyes to look at all at once. Had the tigress not been part of the Hunt, he’d probably, definitely, maybe tap that.

Then an idea hit him like a horse drawn wagon full of loot tumbling down a hill.

He could tap that.

Alex was careful not to get too in Edward’s face; her past wrestling matches with her brother where she was headbutted taught her better. But she was still close enough that her breath blew over him and caused ripples and waves to appear in his fur. She stared at the dog in silence for a few seconds, before she said anything.

“Last I recall, the game ends when the time runs out, or when you bring me to the canine village, which is pretty far away from here. Even if I didn’t have the upper hand, you and your pack of mutts would never get me back there in time.” Alex’s smirk turned into a huge grin and she tightened her grip around the spear that kept the dog’s neck pinned down. Her tail swished and swayed behind her as her heart raced and her adrenaline-fueled confidence powered her continuous mockery of the dog underneath her.

Edward snarled at the tigress and tried to push his head up to headbutt her, just as she predicted he would do. After three failed attempts to knock her head with his, he gave up, and when the tigress told him that they were too far for him to win the Hunt regardless, the look of anger on his face turned into concern. His eyebrows relaxed from their near-constant furrowed state, and his grip around the spear loosened just a smidge. The way the tigress smiled as she said it made it believable and for the briefest moment he forgot that she could have just been bullshitting. If he restrained her somehow, carried her over his shoulders, and ran as fast as he could back to home base; he’d probably make it back with an hour to spare before the drums played announcing the end of the game, at the very least. He was being generous in regards to his running stamina, because who wouldn’t be? Failure starts with a bad outlook.

Regardless of whether or not he would be physically capable of carrying the tigress, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t able to get out from underneath her.

Edward, unable to overpower her, decided to play the same hand of cards as the tigress and tried to get in her head, too.

“You can’t keep me pinned down for three hours. You really think I came out here alone? My boys will catch up here any minute now. And you can’t take all five of us at once.” The canine let out a chuckle that was so deep and guttural that it too became believable. He cackled like a maniac – like him being pinned down by the tigress had been part of his plan to keep her distracted. The realization that she had forgotten about the other four canines who were also hunting her hit her slowly as if she were in denial about it. Normally, the tigress’s bullshit detector was on-point; but the situation that she found herself in was far from what anyone would call normal. With adrenaline, fatigue, fear, and anger coursing through her veins, the subtle body language hints that came with lying went over her head like a flat stone skipping across a body of water. Her grip around the spear loosened and her smug grin reverted to the smirk that it was previously, then it flattened out completely. Her heart skipped a couple of beats and she forgot to breathe. She worryingly turned her head over her shoulder to look behind her when she heard the familiar crack of a twig and looked around almost frantically.

With the tigress distracted, Edward took his chance and pushed against the spear with all his strength. The spear lifted from his neck and he was able to outstretch his arms until his elbows formed 90-degree angles. He let out a loud grunt, which was a mistake as it alerted Alex to what he was doing.

“Uuuggnnn!”

The tigress turned her head back around as fast as she could when she realized what Edward was doing, retightened her grip around the spear, and attempted to push it back down as best she could. She let out a grunt of her own as she was now the one on the struggling end of the spear. Her elbows formed perfect right angles, too, and she lifted herself with her knees just a little to apply more of her weight to it.

“Oh, you fucker!”

Alex’s arms tensed up as she tried harder and harder to press the spear back down against the mixed canine’s neck, but try as she might, she couldn’t move the spear at all. The right angles of Edward’s arms held strong and pushed against the tigress more and more. The spear moved further and further up until Alex’s arms were folded against her chest, at which point, Edward twisted the spear to the left and threw the tigress off of him.

The tigress held onto the spear until the very last second; her fingers slipped from the wooden weapon once the brown and white canine twisted, turned, and flung her off of him like a bull at a rodeo. The tigress fell off to the side and rolled three feet through the snow, only narrowly missing the fire that she was using for her food earlier with her feet.

Edward was quick to get onto his feet once the tigress was no longer on top of him; he used the spear in hand as a crutch to push himself up even faster. Once he was on his feet, he walked over to the downed tigress, who was on her stomach, coughing up some snow and leaves that had gotten into her mouth. The tigress pressed her hands firmly against the snow-covered frozen ground and pushed herself up, but before she could get up completely, Edward lifted his right foot and pressed it firmly down against the tigress’s back, keeping her flat against the ground as he fished for the rope that was still partially looped around the base of his tail.

Alex let out an airy grunt as Edward stepped on her back and continued to try to push herself up using her hands to no avail. When she was able to push herself up by about an inch, Edward let out a chuckle and pressed his foot down on her back just a little harder to keep her flat against the snow. He crouched down on one knee to tie the rope around the tigress’s wrists. He grabbed the tigress’s right arm first and brought it up over her head before he grabbed her left. While the tigress struggled; wiggling left and right to try and get out from underneath him, he had gravity on his side, and compacted snow wasn’t quite as forgiving as Alex hoped it would be.

The canine tied the tigress’s wrists together with the rope, and once they were bound together securely, he used the remaining rope to tie the tigress’s wrists to her neck and her left leg. The ropework seemed random at first glance, but it was a technique designed to restrict movement in both the arms and legs while using as little rope as possible. With the tigress’s wrists and legs bound and her movement severely restricting her ability to fight back, the canine lifted her onto her feet and prepared himself to hoist her over his shoulders like a bundle of firewood. The tigress was lifted from the snow, and like a powdered donut in the hands of a particularly hungry cop on patrol, flakes of snow fell from her to the ground and she let out a dazed and confused sound.

“Gyuh…”

The canine slung the tigress over his shoulder with ease – now that she was bound and couldn’t easily fight back or use her strength against him, this was going to be a piece of cake. Edward took in a deep breath through his nose that he blew out through his mouth before he readjusted the tiger print bag that was over his shoulder and began his trek back to base where he’d be crowned victor of the Hunt.

As Edward started walking through the snowy woods, Alex’s dazed and confused state slowly faded and she began wiggling and squirming like a captive worm in the web of a black widow spider. The rope that kept her arm tethered to her leg made it difficult for her to move and make her struggle known, but boy did she try and fail – until she didn’t.

Edward had forgotten one thing about felines, their retractable claws. After a few minutes of twisting her wrists around in an attempt to hook the claws on her middle and index fingers onto the rope that wrapped around her. Once the razor-sharp claw on her index finger hooked into the rope, she twisted, turned, and curled her finger to cut through the rope bit by bit. The canine was only able to carry the tigress around a mile before he heard the rope tear. His ears flickered and his eyes widened so much that his brows were pushed to the edge of his forehead. When the rope snapped, Edward quickly dropped to his knees and attempted to slam the tigress down onto the ground and pin her down to mend the restraints, but as soon as he got onto his knees and grabbed the tigress’s sides to throw her down, the orange feline turned mid-air in a way that had her landing on her feet in a superhero landing stance. Left leg outstretched, right knee on the ground, left arm outstretched, and right hand against the ground. The tigress whipped her hair back as she quickly looked up at the wolf who was now the one slightly dazed and confused.

Once the haze over his mind wore off, he found himself in a staring contest with the tigress. He knew that she was going to make a run for it, and he was ready for her. All he had to do was correctly guess which direction she’d go in; left, right, or directly behind her. He put his money on her running directly behind her and got ready to lunge forward. The claws on his feet dug small pinholes into the frozen dirt as he got into position to run.

Alex pondered over her options as she caught her breath; she knew that she could outrun the dog, but with the remnants of rope that were around her, she risked snagging them on something and stumbling into a loss. She was so close to surviving the Hunt, so close to bringing home her tribe’s first victory in at least a few decades. After staring at the dog across from her for what seemed like forever, Alex took in a deep breath through her nose that she blew out of her mouth, her retractable claws on her feet came out of the woodwork and dug into the ground, too. She took another deep breath through her nose, but this time she held it in.

Seeing the tigress breathe in but not breathe out was unsettling, he tried his best to pay it no mind, but with her tits out, with her everything out, it was a lot harder than he initially thought it would be. Her chest, with her perky breasts and erect nipples from the cold, was hard to ignore – so he took notice when it rose but did not fall. His gaze had only slipped away from hers for a moment, but that was all the tigress needed.

Alex’s feet kicked up snow and frozen dirt as she shot forward and sprinted toward him. She let out the breath that she had been holding in and charged at the canine at full speed. Her hatchet, which she had miraculously kept on her the entire time, was in one hand and she lifted it up into a ready-to-use position. Edward, expecting the tigress to run in the opposite direction, charged at her, too. He was expecting to be able to tackle her head-on, but Alex, as she got closer and closer to the canine, threw her hatchet through the air toward him as hard as she could. The dog, spotting the hatchet, took a hard left to avoid the sharp weapon as it spun through the air like a gymnast flying off the bar.  He fumbled slightly in his evasion and slipped in the snow, which allowed Alex to zoom past him as an orange blur. The hatchet continued to spin through the air even as gravity took its toll and pulled it toward the ground. It landed, bit-first, right into a tree with a loud thwack.

‘Thwck!’

The tigress let out a cackle as she escaped from the canine’s grasp. A smile grew on her face as her hair blew in the wind. One of the first rules of running away from someone was to never look back and check where the person that you were running from was. But Alex couldn’t help it; her competitive side just had to know how far ahead of the canine she was. It was an ego thing – if anyone else were in her position, spending close to two days being hunted in the wilderness, and outsmarting hunters at every turn; they’d probably have a little bit of an inflated ego and sense of accomplishment, too. But there was a reason why turning around to look at the person chasing you was the biggest rule one shouldn’t break; when Alex turned her head over her shoulder, she saw the canine chasing after her at full speed. There was a fair amount of distance between them, which gave her even more confidence, teetering on the verge of arrogance, as she continued to run through the snowy forest, without looking at what she was stepping on.

It only took a split second for things to go wrong once the tigress wasn’t paying attention. The straggling rope around her right leg whipped around as she dragged it along with her and eventually got caught on a stray root that was frozen solid and protruded from the ground like mother nature had stretched out a tripwire as revenge for how many fish the tigress had consumed from her rivers and streams over the years. It took a few seconds before the rope that was around the tigress’s leg went taut, and when it did, the tigress’s leg was pulled back with so much force that it whipped her down to the ground. She got a face full of snow and dirt and had the wind knocked out of her.

Dry-heaving on the ground, it took Alex a few seconds to get onto her hands and knees and realize what had occurred. But a few seconds was all Edward needed to catch up to the talented, strong, and slippery tigress. With a smile on his face as he slowed his run to a jog. He came to a stop at the tigress’s feet and looked at the rope that had tangled around a root with a smile that rivaled the tigress’s arrogance. He took a few more steps toward her before he crouched down beside her and snickered at her. When he crouched down, his balls touched the snow underneath him and tucked upward just a little.

“Surely, one usually tries to remove the ropes once they’ve cut themselves free. Stragglers are a bitch, did your father not teach you that?” Edward chuckled maniacally at the fallen tigress and watched as she groaned, moaned, and dry heaved her breaths through her mouthful of snow and dirt. When it looked like the tigress was close to recovering, the canine scooched himself closer to her and pressed his hands down onto her shoulders to keep her down – his maniacal grin grew and his heart raced like an 808 drum and pushed blood and adrenaline through his veins. His cheeks flushed a deep red, almost the hue of a tomato – there were only so many places for his blood to flow to while he kept the tigress pinned down and worked on binding her arms and legs. His sheath and balls rubbed against her lower back and he slowly became erect. His fat sack dragged back and forth over her thick fur as he tied the tigress’s wrists to her thighs and then looped the rope to wrap it gently around her neck like a collar of sorts to further restrict her movement. He grabbed a handful of her hair to lift her head up and let go once he was done.

This time, the tigress wasn’t going to be able to escape; not when he had her on a leash like the poor pathetic little prey that she was. He remained crouched over her as she came back to the land of those without difficulty breathing; and when she started wiggling, he laughed out loud. His balls tucked upward with each cackle that left his muzzle. His red rocket of a dick had slithered halfway out of its sheath and throbbed like the hand of an eager beggar outside the tribe chieftain’s hut, waiting for the one day that a kind member of the chieftain’s family, or the man himself would spare some coin. The small hole at the tip of his hog wiggled like a small mouth, widening and tightening as blood shot from the valves of his heart straight to his dick. It smacked against the tigress’s back as it throbbed its way further out of his sheath.

“Not getting out of this one, this time.” The canine smirked, wrapped the remainder of the rope’s slack around his hand, and clenched his fingers down into a fist over it. He lifted himself off of the tigress, pulling his hard-on away with him, and tugged on the makeshift leash that he now had around her neck to coax her into getting onto her feet. He started with a couple of gentle ones at first, which elicited no reaction from the tigress. Edward had to tug harder to get her to get onto her knees.

Alex struggled and wobbled as she got onto her knees. Having the wind knocked out of her weakened her, but the longer she spent on the ground and caught her breath, the more she recovered her strength. Once she was on her knees, her shoulders rose and fell with her heavy breaths; her nostrils flared as she breathed in, only to flare even more as she breathed out. Her hands were planted firmly against the ground, and her fingers dug about half an inch deep into the dirt and snow. She took in more breaths and as she recovered, she slowly realized that she had a rope around her neck when Edward continued to tug on it like a particularly bratty child handling a pet on a leash. The leash wasn’t too tight, but the constant tugging from the canine was irritating. With her wrists and right thigh tethered together, it became impossible for her to even try to move her arms up and slice her way through the rope the way that she did last time.

The cold air usually left the tigress’s nose quite numb whenever she spent a little more than a few hours out in the cold, it often dampened her sense of smell – but even while depleted, her nose was able to pick up a scent that she recognized within a millisecond. When it hit her, the numbing effects of the cold melted away. It was a warm scent, so warm that she could almost taste it in the roof of her mouth as she switched to take in breaths through her mouth. She knew exactly what that smell was, but she couldn’t help but turn her head to look at it just to make sure her scent recognition game was still on point.

Once she turned her head over her shoulder, her expression was that of defeat mixed with anger melted away into a blank stare. Her eyes laid upon a fleshy appendage that was unlike any of the ones she’d seen from the members of her tribe. It was pink, fleshy, and covered in colorful veins. It was without a single barb, too, which Alex always found fascinating, almost as fascinating as she found the bases on canine dicks that inflated to keep itself locked inside whatever hole it was occupying. The “knot”, Alex learned it was called from the tribe’s canine-feline diplomat (colloquially referred to by her detractors as “the Dog Fucker”) when she and her brother were chosen to take part in that year’s Feline-Canine Youth Camp where young’uns from both tribes took part in what the adults called “cultural exchange and understanding”.

Five long days of exploring, learning, and exchanging; with very little adult supervision once they were in their huts. Most of the young’uns left the camps with positive impressions of the other tribe. Surely the adults knew what was making all the girls and boys come back home with most of their biases erased and the biggest smiles on their faces, right?

It wasn’t the first time Alex had been around the male canine genitalia, but every time she saw one, she was just as fascinated as she was the first time. She didn’t show it as much on her face as she did back in the day when she wasn’t quite sure how they worked but she still stared at it, completely forgetting the current predicament that she was in for just long enough for her nose to take in a couple of lung-fulls of dick musk and ball sweat fumes, which calmed her down like a mug of lemongrass tea. Her nostrils flared visibly as she took quick but deep breaths through her nose and large puffs of steam left her lips as she breathed out through her mouth.

Edward’s dick had a strong scent; a mix of unwashed musk, sweat, and a bit of earthiness from the dirt and leaves. It was a cocktail of smells that assaulted the tigress’s senses – and with how fast the orange feline’s nose was wiggling, it wasn’t hard for Edward to notice.

The canine watched as the tigress’s nose scrunched, wiggled, and flared when she turned to stare at his dick that had gotten hard from rubbing against her back earlier. At first, he hoped she wouldn’t notice that he had become aroused, but after he saw her take a whiff, then two, and three; his already smug lips curled to become even more smug and he tilted his head to the side. He tugged on the makeshift leash when he noticed Alex turning her head to look away from his dick and put a hand on his hip in a surprisingly flamboyant manner fueled by his excitement. His dick throbbed like a diving board at an Olympic pool, going up and down over and over as bloodshot straight from his heart, through the highway network of veins, to his schlong. The veins that ran along the length of his pink fleshy meat pulsed like the roots of a particularly hungry tree.

“See something you like there, tigress?”

Alex’s attempts to look away from the mixed canine’s meat were fruitless; the more she tried to turn her head away, the harder the dog pulled on the rope around her neck to get her to look at his manhood. The tigress snarled and growled as the rope around her neck tightened the more that she fought against it. Eventually, to avoid rope burn, the tigress relented just as the canine tugged with a little extra force. The tug pulled the tigress’s upper half toward him and her face stopped just half an inch away from the tapered tip of his dick that continued to throb with the eagerness and excitement of a man who had been edging for at least a week.

With her face closer to the canine’s dick, his scent became stronger. Alex’s nostrils flared and she shivered. The canine’s scent was intoxicating and it reminded her of the good times she had back at the youth camp all those years ago. The smell of dick was able to do wonders on the brain, like the often thought-to-be mythical Cottonwine from lands afar that the tigress had heard whispers and mumblings about. She found herself going against her better judgment, once the particles from the dick fumes attached themselves to the scent receptors inside her pink nose, she slid down the slippery slope that was her addiction to the sweaty, raw, and often a little bit gross (in a good way), dicks.

Alex let her guard down and her tensed-up shoulders relaxed as she stared down the barrel of Edward’s cock. Each time it throbbed in front of her, it came closer to her nose, which in turn made her salivate.

Curiosity killed the cat when her straggly rope got snagged on a root, but the fat knotted doggy dick brought her back to life.

The tigress stared at the fat, sweaty, and oh so delectable looking dick, and the equally fat pair of balls that came attached to it. When the dog asked her if she saw something she liked, she didn’t hear what he said as all the words that came out of his mouth sounded a little bit muffled to her, as if she were underwater. She was able to deduce what he asked her when she looked up from his dick to see him smirking the way almost every single one of her sexual partners did whenever she tied her hair up in a ponytail and got on her knees in front of them. The tigress didn’t say anything when she shifted her gaze up to look at Edward’s face. Despite her lack of verbal response, her emerald green eyes screamed everything that she wanted to say oh so loudly.

The tigress didn’t grin, she didn’t snarl, the stare that she gave Edward was almost blank and expressionless, save for a barely furrowed brow. Despite the look on her face, her mind was going a million miles a minute, when she reached the half a million mile mark, her brow straightened out and her lips curled into the slightest of smiles.

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Edward wasn’t going to just leave his dick high and dry until it softened and slithered its way back into his sheath – and he’d be lying if he said he had been keeping his eyes above the tigress’s shoulder line. Perky breasts, a waist that he could finger-walk all over, and a pussy that looked so tight and smelled so good that when he and his fellow canines started hunting her, whether or not they’d “hit it” was the first topic of conversation once they had lost sight of her. Boys will be boys, after all.

‘Twt.’

‘Twt.’

‘Twt.’

The canine’s hot doggy dick twitched and throbbed as he pushed the tigress up against a tree. With the rope that was tethered to her neck wrapped around his knuckle, he pushed a hand down on her back to get her to bend over for him. The tigress bent over with little resistance, which made the dog’s grin grow wider. Edward panted like a dog that just remembered where it had hidden a bone, his breath became a little shaky as the tigress’s rear lifted upward just enough for her ass and pussy to come into view in front of him. He could see steam wafting off of the tigress’s holes, which only made him weaker in the knees. He stared at her pink, puffy, and slightly wet and shiny pussy lips for so long that he almost dropped the rope that he had in his hand. When he realized, he retightened his grip on the rope and took a few short steps to bring his pecker closer to the tigress’s rear end. As his dick got closer and closer to the tigress’s orange and white peach, he felt the warmth from her pussy and puckered asshole on his rod. He didn’t know if it was the cold conditions that made the tigress’s pussy feel hotter than the steam from a hot spring or if she was just that hot from the outside. Whichever it was, it only made him want to stick his dick in her even more.

The canine took in a deep breath through his nose and inhaled the smell of fresh, wet, sticky, and drippy tiger pussy in front of him. He almost said a prayer that the canines only reserved for true miracles, but stopped his hands at just about waist height before he could put them together and began reciting the sacred passages. With his hands already up, he placed his palms firmly against the top of the tigress’s booty, pushed her against the tree that she was leaned up against a little more to make sure she was secure and steady and spread her ass cheeks like the bead curtains leading to the village’s crazy fortune teller’s den.

Alex let out a couple of grunts to protest where she ended up – the tigress had envisioned the encounter going a little differently; mainly with the canine carelessly loosening the grip that he had on the rope that kept the tigress at a massive disadvantage. She took him for a fool; he may have been a dog, but he was no fool.

The tigress let out sounds of discomfort here and there as Edward tightened his grip on the rope and shoved her even harder against the tree. She turned her head over her shoulder to snarl at him, but all she could let out was a half-snarl half-moan as her ass cheeks were spread like freshly churned butter on bread. The tiger’s cuntlips were slow to spread apart, and her thick and viscous pussy juice was made even thicker and slimier by the cold, which gave her luscious lips a bit of resistance to the pull from her ass cheeks being spread apart by her captor. When they eventually did, they parted with a soft wet sound, not too different from that of a wet lily pad being gently pulled from a pond. A thick, but short string of pussy juice was the only thing that kept her lips connected, although not for long, as when the glisten of the white and cloudy sky in the minuscule fluid highway between two lips caught the canine’s eye, he sliced through it with his closest thumb and with zero hesitation or regard to hygiene considering how long both he and the tigress had been out in the wilderness playing their little game of cat and mouse, he popped that thumb right into his mouth.

Edward’s tongue curled around his thumb and took in the tigress’s flavor. A mixture of sweet and salty, the taste was unmistakably “pussy”, although with a slight bit of seasoning that gave it an extra primal, Earthy taste. ‘Finger-lickin’ good,’ he thought to himself, a phrase that would later be stolen by a chicken shop that lies about being from Kentucky.

The dog let his thumb linger in his mouth and allowed his taste buds to soak in the flavor of Alex’s pussy until there was no more. He popped his thumb out of his mouth after that and brought his hand back down to continue spreading and releasing the tigress’s ass cheeks just to watch her wet pussy lips come together, create a wet seal, and apart again. He did this a few times, and despite him finding amusement and arousal from pulling her wet pussy lips apart like removing a syrup-covered stack of pancakes layer by layer, Alex didn’t – at least not amusement.

Alex found plenty of arousal from having her pussy and ass played with like that. She was a fan of being manhandled, a blessing; since it was a top-tier kink, and a curse; since she wanted to be out of her restraints, so she could get away. The tighter the canine warrior pulled the rope that kept her from running away, the less she wanted to run. Slowly, as the dog played with her ass like it was moldable clay, her annoyed expression melted away and she was left biting her lip as her pussy leaked like a cracked barrel of wine. String after string of her pussy juice stretched from her lips when they were spread, stopping once her lips were pressed back together, and continuing until they touched the ground when Edward spread her lips apart again.

After what felt like forever of the dog having his way with her rear, he pulled the tigress’s ass cheeks apart as far as he could with both of his hands, held it there, and stared into her textured love canal with the wide eyes of a stargazer. He felt his saliva glands going into overdrive and did his best not to drool, but it was just a thing that canines did. A steady stream of his thick and clear spit crept out from the corner of his mouth, ran down his chin, and drizzled over the snow like ketchup over a bouquet of fries.

Edward’s dick continued to throb violently as he shifted his weight from foot to foot and moved himself even closer to tigress’s behind. The closer Edward brought his dick to Alex’s pussy, the more he felt pulled in by the warmth that radiated from it – like it had a gravitational force of its own, the tip of the canine’s dick hovered mere millimeters from the drippy, wet, and alluring entrance. When his tip grazed her pussy lips, he let out a soft moan and closed his eyes. He stopped just shy of penetrating her with his tapered tip, shivered, shuddered, and curled his toes into the snow and dirt underneath his feet. He took in a deep breath through his nose that he let out through his mouth and opened his eyes back up to look down at his dick. His poor heart raced so fast and caused his dick to throb and wobble almost as uncontrollably as his tail that wagged behind him.

With another deep breath through his nose that he held in, the canine slowly pushed his hips forward into the tigress’s rear and sunk the length of his dog dick into her. He could have sworn he heard a sizzle as his spear-tipped dick spread her pussy lips apart, but it very well could have all been in his head. He grit his teeth as the warmth and wetness of the tigress’s pussy engulfed him like a moist and grippy blanket. With Alex’s pussy as wet as it was, he was met with little resistance, other than the occasional clench that tightened her textured walls around him. Within seconds, he had slid the entirety of his lengthy ten inches into the tigress’s deep love canal. His balls gently kissed against her clit as he sunk himself as deep as he possibly could into her. Once the dog’s bone was buried, he let it sit and settle for around a minute, taking in deep panty breaths through his nose and mouth as his dick throbbed inside his captive prey’s tight pussy in tandem with his heartbeat over, over, and over again.

It wasn’t Alex’s first rodeo with a canine, nor her second – she had been around the block a few times. She couldn’t help herself; the canine male genitalia was difficult to put into words. However, that very likely was due to Alex having them in, on, and around her mouth. She had been taught since a young age that it was "rude to make words when mouth full."

Alex held onto the tree in front of her and turned her head to look over her shoulder at the dog that had his dick out and ready behind her. She couldn’t see exactly where his dick was, but she was able to see his torso get closer. A few seconds after that, she felt the oh-so-familiar feeling of a tapered canine dick tip pushing against her wet pussy lips and then pushing through them after soaking up just enough of her natural lubricant. Her pussy welcomed the doggy dick with open arms and a loud and wet squelch as the excess juice that lined her textured vaginal walls was pushed out by the sheer size of Edward’s cock. Alex’s claws dug into the tree as she felt the hunter’s dick fill her love canal. She squinted her eyes shut for the first few seconds as he pushed in, but slowly opened her eyes back up once the canine’s fuzzy ballsack pressed firmly against her clit, covering her crotch in a fuzzy warmth and a tingly tickle that made her legs shake just a little bit. With the entirety of the dog’s cock inside of her, Alex’s claws dug so deep into the tree bark that she was holding onto that the tree started to bleed sap out onto her fingers.

“Hooooh,” Alex let out a huff as her pussy clenched around Edward’s dick over and over, desperately trying to milk it and get itself filled up with his seed. Her clenches began at a rapid pace as if her pussy was in a panic. After a few seconds and a dozen clenches that squeezed the doggy dick like a stress ball, Alex let out a heavy sigh as her pussy adjusted to its new inhabitant. Her breathing slowed down and her clenches followed. She turned her head a little more over her shoulder to glance at the canine to see what was taking him so long to start fucking her like, well – a dog.

Before the tigress could furrow a brow at him though, Edward leaned himself closer to her and put his nose against the nape of her neck. His big and rubbery sniffer pressed firmly against her soft white fur, and he took in a deep whiff of her scent. He held his breath for two Mississippi’s before exhaling out in a huffy moan and pressing his nose right back in for seconds. He let out moan after moan as his dick twitched and throbbed inside Alex and he basked in the smell of her adrenaline, arousal, and sweat. Her scent only fueled his arousal further, and after his dick had had enough time to adjust to its new residence, he reeled his hips back from the tigress’s rear and slowly pulled his shmeat out of her. He pulled his hips back just enough for 90% of his dick to slide out from her, covered in slippery, slick, and shiny pussy juice. He stopped once he only had his tip inside the tigress and tilted his chin down to look at his shiny rod. He could only look at his manhood for a second before he felt the carnal urge to buck his hips forward and lunge his breeding stick right back into the wet hole that he pulled it out of.

“Hhhnnnaaagghhh…” he moaned; a shiver ran down his spine that was so violent that his already thick and long fur stood up and made him look almost twice as bulky and muscular as he already was. Although it only lasted a second, as when he pushed his dick back inside the tigress’s pussy, his fur flattened back down just as quickly as his balls made that familiar sound that came with hard-bucking hips.

‘Plap.’

Despite having pushed himself all the way into Alex once already, his second dip into Lake Pussy proved no different than the last in terms of tightness. His dick was just shy of being long enough to bottom out inside of the tiger, by a millimeter or two at most, so despite not being able to scrape her cervix with his rod, he was able to push in all the way and let his pendulous balls beat on her like a drum.

Edward knew better than to let the pleasure of getting his dick wet cloud his mind, but he was a man, and the greatest weapon against any man (at least one who was straight, or at least bisexual) was a gobsmackingly good pussy. Only men with the strongest of wills (or the gayest of frills) could keep themselves from giving in completely to a pussy that was presented to them. Edward was not one to neuter his own manhood by taking that of another man's and he hadn’t anything close to an iron-clad will; the only thing that went through his mind as he thrusted his cock in and out of the hunted’s prime pussy was how good it felt and how much he wanted to keep doing it. The whole “Hunt” thing hadn’t quite slipped his mind yet, but the more his dick slipped in and out of that dripping wet and grippy pussy, the closer he came to forgetting all about his tribe’s traditions. But hey, at least there wasn’t anything in the book of canine traditions about not sticking your dick in an outsider.

Tiger traditions were a little bit different; it was taboo, and oftentimes even forbidden to lay with an outsider; if caught, it was a crime punishable by public shaming, or in the worst case, banishment. Rules were meant to be broken, though; at least that was how Alex saw it. It helped that the “law” hadn’t been enforced in generations, too. It still didn’t make the action any less frowned upon, but it did add that extra taboo spice to it that made it even more exciting than it already was. Alex wasn’t concerned about how taboo it was, nor if her actions would disqualify her from the Hunt. No one was watching them; they were all waiting for them to return to their village either as a victor or be paraded around the opponent’s village as a trophy. Despite having her pussy rammed full of dog cock, the tigress still had the potential victory of the Hunt on her mind, although the more the dog’s balls slapped against her clit, the less and less she was able to strategize about how she would win.

Fat doggy dick tended to do that.

Alex’s claws dug deeper and deeper into the tree that she was pushed up against, her pussy clenched around Edward’s dick repeatedly as it pummeled and plowed into her at a steadily increasing pace. Each time the canine pushed his dick down to the hilt, the tigress’s belly bulged out significantly and she looked visibly stuffed. When he pulled out, her belly flattened down, only for it to bulge outward again when he pushed himself back in. The harder the mutt thrusted his rod into the tigress, the bigger the bulge in Alex’s abdomen became. His rapid thrusts got her to moan, too, even if she was reluctant to do so at the start, there was no way she could stop herself from moaning when the dick drilling into her was that good.

“Hooooh, gods…” the tigress moaned as Edward’s dick assaulted the sensitive nerve endings inside her. She felt every bit of his manhood as it slid in and out of her like New York hotdogs on a slip n’ slide down the stay cables of the Brooklyn bridge. Hot, wet, and wild, the tigress’s pussy squelched and squished as the canine’s rod went in and out of her. Each time the mutt thrusted in, Alex let out a moan that got progressively louder – so loud that the birds that had been watching them from the frostbitten trees scattered, mimicking bugs under a rock that had been lifted up by a curious child.

“Hhhhhahh!” Alex moaned as she felt up every inch of her hunter’s cock with her cunt. Each time the canine pushed his dick in, she felt a different ridge, a different bump, and a different pulsating vein that sent her mind into a frenzy. Coming up with an escape plan to your own captivity was difficult enough on its own, add a good dick to the equation and it becomes harder than calculus. All survival instincts are thrown out the window when you’re being bred by the enemy, tenfold if you’re enjoying it, too.

A shiver traveled up and down Alex’s spine when the canine’s slowly inflating knot that was buried inside her pressed into just the right spot. She squinted her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and let out a moan that was so hot and bothered that it made Edward grin like an idiot.

The dog stopped with his dick hilted inside his newly found orange, white, and striped sheath. He placed his hand on the tigress’s thigh and squeezed.

Alex couldn’t even hide it if she tried – she was a slut for dog dick.

Edward, admittedly, was becoming a slut for tiger pussy, too. His dick, even while stationary within the tiger’s breeding burrow, continued to twitch and throb almost violently as his balls tucked upward and lowered back down over and over, repeatedly dragging themselves over the tigress’s pussy lips and clit. Miraculously, his fat sack which was the key to the future of his lineage managed to keep itself warm and toasty throughout the nearly two days that he had been out and about in the snow.

“Hhhoooooh, boy… I’ve never had tiger pussy before. Who knew it was this good?” Edward’s internal dialogue slipped out of his mouth as real spoken words and he didn’t even seem to realize it. Only when he saw the tigress turning to look at him with a furrowed brow, did he realize his Freudian slip.

The way the tigress looked at the dog that was fucking her painted her as annoyed, even as she moaned and panted with her tongue slightly outside of her open mouth. Her legs were slightly shaky and her belly looked a little pudgier than usual as the doggy cock that wasn’t biologically designed to be inside her, pushed against her vaginal walls and stretched them out a little more than the feline dicks that she was much more accustomed to could. The more Edward’s dick continued to throb, the more it curved and put pressure up against the tigress’s g-spot. Whenever that happened, the tigress moaned extra loud, lost a little bit more of her impeccable feline balance, and clenched her pussy around that dick just a little bit harder. It felt like a little bit for Alex, at least; to Edward, it was like the difference between lightly cupping and getting a feel of an orange, and squeezing an orange to extract its juices. Alex’s pussy was the hand, Edward’s dick was the orange, and the oh-so-delicious and refreshing OJ was his cum.

Alex didn’t know what she was thinking when she responded to the canine’s outer inner thoughts. Maybe it was her trying to be cocky – part of her grand plan to win the Hunt with her mind games. Get the dog to lose control, lose himself just a smidge more into her pussy, and lose sight of what he was really there to do. Losing a tribal tradition that your forefathers maintained a victory streak for over some pussy was by far the least shameful way to do so. Bragging rights galore.

Scratch that, Alex knew exactly what she was thinking when she replied to the canine.

“Not… Hhhhaaaah… My first dance… Hnnnngn… With a dog…” Alex said with a dry chuckle somehow sprinkled in between her words and moans. With each sound of pleasure that escaped her lips, her pussy walls closed in and tightened. The clenches were so strong that pussy juice was expelled from the tiny gaps left in between her textured walls and Edward’s rod. Some of her leakage got onto his balls and made them tuck upward so much that they dragged from her clit all the way up to the lower part of her labia. Alex shivered and shuddered again as an intense tingling traveled up her spine. Her claws were lodged so deep in the tree bark in front of her that if she was careless with pulling them out, she’d more than likely take a piece of the tree home with her.

Edward narrowed his eyes when he heard what he considered a taunt from the tigress. He was about to ask her what she was trying to say, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining the passive-aggressiveness. But he didn’t have to ask when he heard what the striped feline said next.

“You’re going to have to step it up if you want a spot up with the best of your brethren… Heh, heh, Aaaaah!”

Alex hadn’t even finished her hearty, meaty, and slightly mocking chuckle when Edward slapped her right thigh so hard that it left a red mark on her skin that was visible through her fur. Alex winced slightly and snarled at Edward angrily, but her angry expression didn’t last long, as almost immediately after slapping her on the thigh, Edward wrapped the slack of the leash that was around Alex’s neck, wrists, and leg around his palm and gave it a pull so hard that the rope lifted the tigress’s leg and her expression changed to that of panic. With the leash pulled tight, Alex’s head moved forward closer to her hands and she ended up pressed up against the tree even more.

“Oh, I don’t think you know who you’re talking to, tigress.” Edward cackled as he hovered his muzzle over her brown locks of hair. His nostrils flared as he took in the smell of her sweat, musk, and grime that had built up on her over the two days she had been running from him. His dick throbbed more and more as he let her scent fill his lungs and fuel him like dry wood to a raging fire.

After five breaths in and out that were full of the smell of sweaty, tired, and horny tiger, he moved his muzzle over to her ear and continued with his taunt – unknowingly falling right into Alex’s trap.

“Not only will I make you forget about all the other dog boys you’ve copulated with, but I’ll make you forget about all the men you’ve ever been with,” he cooed his words into her ears and gyrated his hips clockwise to gently wiggle and tug his dick around inside her tight hole. After three full rotations, Edward bit his lip, dug his claws gently into the tigress’s raised leg, and pulled his dick out of her pussy. He went slow and steady, pulling his hips back as softly as he could while still applying enough force to get away from the tiger’s Gorilla Grip. As the slightly more bulbous base of his dick pulled out from her cooch, the pink of Alex’s pussy walls peeked out in an incredible display of lip grip. Edward shivered and shuddered as Alex’s pussy created a near-vacuum level of suction to try and keep him from pulling his dick out, but he persisted.

“Hhhnnnng…” Edward moaned as he pulled, pulled, and pulled until the very tip of his dick was only held in place by being sandwiched in between her slightly loosened pussy lips. With the majority of his dick out of the tigress’s pussy, he was able to see the slight gape that he caused and the clenches that happened as her vaginal walls desperately closed in on themselves. It was like staring into a small critter’s burrow that was caving in and rebuilding itself. The canine found himself mesmerized by the sight and stared. He stopped when the tigress’s pussy realized there wasn’t anything inside it anymore and slowed with the clenches.

Having the entire length of the canine’s cock inside her for an extended period, only to have it pulled out of her in its entirety left the tigress’s legs weak; so weak that she started to have doubts that she would be able to get away once the opportunity for it presented itself. Her pussy’s grip on Edward’s dick was almost as tight as the grip her claws had on the tree she was pressed up against. Her pussy made a handful of loud and wet noises as Edward’s inches left her hole, although most were drowned out by her moans and pants.

‘Ssssslllllllllcccchhhhh…’

“Hhhhnhhaaaahhhh, by the Sun Gods…”

‘Sschhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhllllllllllcccccccccckkkkkkk. Plp!’

With Edward’s dick now fully on the outside, Alex’s belly bulge had flattened and she took the time to catch her breath. Her pussy clenched around the pockets of air that were left in the dog dick’s place over and over as she inhaled and exhaled so deep that it felt like her lungs were about to pop with each breath. Before she was able to return her breathing to normal, she felt Edward’s grip on her thigh and the rope around her tighten just before she felt the tapered spearhead tip of his dick push into her depths again.

Edward thrusted his hips forward as fast as he could; there were no brakes on the doggy dick train this time around. In one fell swoop, he buried his dick balls-deep inside the tigress’s pussy and his balls slapped against her with a thunderous clap.

‘Sccccccchhhhhllllkkk! Plap!!!’

Alex went wide-eyed for a second before she turned her head in the direction of the tree, squinted her eyes shut, and gritted her teeth. Her pussy walls stretched apart to make way for the canine’s endowment. Her lower abdomen bulged out again and her legs shook visibly.

The canine painted in red wasn’t going to let his dick sit inside the tigress doing its twitches and throbs like before, once he had his dick hilted in the tigress’s cock pocket, he pulled it right back out, let out a huff, and pushed it back in again. He wasted no time in jumpstarting a rhythm for himself and pushed his dick in and out of the grippy hole that he had in front of him. His balls went from clapping against Alex’s clit now and again to constant golf-clap applause.

‘Plap, plap, plap, plap!’

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhggggggggggg…” Edward moaned as the pleasure points on his dick were mashed harder than a person with epilepsy trying to make mashed potatoes. He felt every bump, ridge, and wrinkle that made up the tigress’s inner texture with his dick. And whenever she clenched, the intensity of all those different textures against his schlong increased by a 20x multiplier.

Clench, Alex did. Each time Edward’s dick reached its hilt and his fat sack slapped against her, she flexed her pelvic floor muscles. Sometimes they were voluntary muscle contractions, but most of them were involuntary. The involuntary ones often involved a little bit more shaking and wobbling from Alex but were a lot stronger and squeezed the canine’s dick with a sort of aggression that really gave him brain rot. The harder Alex’s pussy milked him, the harder and faster he thrusted into its embrace. His dick rubbed and tugged on her pussy walls like it was a lamp with a genie in it. The tingly feeling from having the most sensitive part of his body gripped, squeezed, and milked by the greatest organ in the universe, spread throughout his length and even toward the base of his tail, at the little spot on his lower back where his spine began. It felt good; and the more he fucked the tigress, the more intense that tingle became. The feeling of pleasure, which also trickled down to his balls as they clapped against the tigress’s cheeks, pushed all other thoughts out of the canine’s mind. Like was it a good idea to cum inside the tigress? What about the Hunt? How much time did he have left before it was a loss for his tribe?

All of that nonsense was thrown out the window of his train of thought and he returned to being a simple man who couldn’t resist a pussy, even if he tried. (He didn’t try.)

He continued to clap Alex’s cheeks with his thighs and balls and pillaged and pummeled her pussy with his piston at a steadily increasing pace until he couldn’t go any faster. His balls swung like two resilient lemons in a net tied to a post in a hurricane, slapping against Alex so hard that it would be a miracle if he didn’t end up feeling the effects of it in a couple of hours. He didn’t care, though; there were no brakes on the horny dog train once it had started, the only way for him to stop was for him to run out of juice, and for him to run out of juice, he had to expel it out somewhere.

As the canine fucked the tiger with all his might, he felt the base of his dick, where his knot was starting to inflate. Blood pumped straight from the many valves of his heart to his rod with zero detours. It grew to a visible size within just a few heartbeats, and after a few seconds, the increased size of his knot made his thrusts a tad bumpier. He made up for the increased resistance by ending his thrust with an extra push and pulling out with a little bit of extra force.

‘Plap! Schlllllp, pop!’

The knot was Alex’s favorite part about canine dick; the way it progressively got bigger the closer the guy was to busting was always fun and fascinating to her. Not to mention that when the knot inflated while inside the tigress, it was like having a partner who could control the size of their manhood at will, which she found even more fascinating. Plus, knotfucking – when the knot gets big enough, but not too big yet, and is forcefully pushed in and pulled out of the ass or pussy like a cork on an indecisive alcoholic’s bottle of fine wine? Oh, by the Sun Gods did it never fail to make Alex squirt like a properly shaken and improperly opened bottle of bubbly.

Last but not least, the biological evolutionary function of the knot wasn’t bad either, Alex loved having a full womb of cum. There were plenty of ways to keep warm during winter or get sweaty in the summer, but this was by far her favorite.

Alex moaned and panted like a dehydrated dog as Edward piledrove his dick in and out of her. Her pussy relaxed as the dick went in and clenched tight as it pulled out, desperate to keep it from pulling out too far and ruining the rhythm. The red rocket inside of her rubbed her pussy walls and put an immense amount of pressure on all her erogenous zones. The big dip and bump between his shaft and his tapered tip played her g-spot like a fiddle. The fur on her back stood up like tall orange and black trees, only to flutter, flatten down, and repeat as intense wave after intense wave of pleasure rippled inside of her and crashed onto the shores of her nervous system. Her legs, which had already been shaking quite visibly, began to shake and wobble even more once the dog had lost himself in Alex’s sauce. The constant slaps against her pussy from his balls added that extra sprinkle of seasoning to the entire thing; the short, slightly prickly, yet soft fur on the dog’s orbs tickled her hardened clit just right.

In, out, in, and out; Edward’s dick maintained its pace once he couldn’t go any faster. His hips were almost a blur as they clapped and collided with the tigress’s rear. His knot grew bigger and more bulbous as he bucked his hips faster than the speed of sound, eventually, it grew to the size of an orange and made loud pops as it pushed in and pulled out of the tiger’s pussy.

And so, the knotfucking began.

‘Schchhllllp, pop!’

‘Plup! Scccchcllk.’

‘Schchhllllp, pop!’

Once the knotfucking began, Alex’s moans were non-stop; it didn’t even look like she had any room to breathe with how much noise left both sets of her lips. The squelches, squirts, and squishes got louder the longer they went; even if they were drowned out by the moans from both the dog and cat. They fucked like wild animals, and to be fair, they were.

Edward felt his orgasm creeping closer and closer the longer he went on pushing his knotted doggy dick in and out of the warm, wet, and tight (but slightly loosened now) hole. His knot popped in and out of her with increasing resistance as it continued to balloon past the size of an orange and came closer to the size of a large onion. After around twenty pops in and out, he struggled just a smidge pulling the knot out for the 21st pop. He gritted his teeth and let out a grunt as he put a little extra force into the pull, which resulted in Alex’s pussy clenching around him tighter and making it even harder for him to get himself out. He felt his orgasm tumbling toward him as his knot got closer and closer to its full size. He knew he had to give it one more thrust in and his knot would be big enough to tie the tigress and keep any of his seed from spilling out of her womb. He just had to pull out of her one last time, first, and she wasn’t letting him go.

“Hhhhhrrrnnng!” Edward gave his hips one final pull-back, with a little more ‘oomph’ behind it. He fought against his eyelids hard to keep his eyes open and his gaze down at his crotch. Alex’s pussy bulged outward as he pulled his near-fully inflated knot from her pussy’s vacuum grip. Her mound pulled toward him like the top of an overfilled cupcake being baked in an oven rising high above its baking tray. For a moment, it looked as if her pussy was going to pop off of the tigress along with his knot, but after clenching his teeth together and tightening his grip on the tigress’s thigh as he pulled, his knot popped free from the tiger pussy that held it hostage with a loud, wet, and nasty sound.

‘Scchhplorp!’

Alex let out a massive moan when the dog started pulling his knotted dick out of her, the pressure from the knot being almost at its fully inflated state had her almost hyperventilating in between her moans. If her elders ever heard how loud she was and that she was making the noises one makes for their husband for a canine, the archaic ways of banishment might be back on the table.

“Hhhhhaaaahhhhnnnnnhh!!!”

Her moans kept coming and coming, with variation in pitch, cadence, and shakiness as the knot was pulled out from her pussy. Once it was free, her clenches relaxed, which allowed the dog to pull the rest of his dick all the way out of her. As he pulled his rod out, the tigress lost control of her bladder. His canine cock and knot had grown so massive as it pumped in and out of her, that it had repeatedly pressed against her full bladder that she had been holding in from the night before. She was only able to relieve herself during the Hunt in bodies of water, which were extremely difficult to come by when everything was frozen. Her piss came out in waves, gushes of golden rain that quirted out of her alongside her pussy juice and his precum that had been mixing and emulsifying inside her. Edward couldn’t tell that it was piss, at first, but when the waves and spurts turned into a steadier stream as he pulled his dick out of her, he was able to put the pieces together.

‘Psssssshhhhhhh… Sssssssssssss.’ The tigress’s hot piss sizzled as it made contact with the canine’s groin and the snow on the ground. She had been a little bit dehydrated, to say the least, which resulted in her urine having a gold, beer-like hue. The smell of it was strong, too; a mix of musk, salt, a slight sourness that was instantly recognizable, and a little bit of sweet hidden in there as a bonus for those with excellent senses of smell, too – and while Edward probably would have been disgusted by the prospect of being pissed on when it wasn’t part of intercourse; he was surprised that he found himself enjoying the warm spray of piss against his balls. It felt like his orbs were under a very warm waterfall. He continued to pull his dick out of the tigress as she continued relieving herself over him and into the snow. Her piss stuck to his dick and traveled down its length as he pulled it away as well. By the time the tigress was done, Edward’s white balls were stained a soft yellow, the tree bark underneath her legs had piss trails and splatter marks all over it, and the melted snow directly underneath the both of them was all-natural lemon slush.

The smell of piss was strong; and the reaction caused by the difference in temperature with the snow created a sort of steam that surrounded the two forbidden frolickers in a thick mist of pure primal and carnal smell.

“Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahh…” Alex let out a huffy and relieved moan as the last bits of her piss dripped from her urethra. Her legs were shaking so badly that the grip on her thigh that Edward had was helping keep her upright. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a few seconds and rolled back out as she took a step back from the climax cliff. She still kept her feet right dead on the edge of it, though. One more big thrust to push that fat and knotted doggy dick into her would do it.

‘Schhhhhhhhhhhlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllp.’

Edward managed to suppress his moans as he pulled his dick free from the tigress in its entirety. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t feel an intense, almost mind-breaking pleasure from it, no. He was simply just a little more focused on putting force into his pull to pop the cork his cock had created in Alex’s cunt as safely as possible. Once his dick was free of the pussy that had complete control over him, it throbbed and wobbled around like a plank off the side of a ship from those of the new world. His tip remained mere millimeters from her slightly stretched pussy lips and brushed up and down between them, scooping out the slow-to-flow pussy juice and precum mix that stubbornly remained. Satisfying wet noises echoed as his dick swiped between the tigress’s vertical lips like a credit card. The veins on his dick pulsated as blood pumped through them repeatedly. The canine found himself staring at the tigress’s pussy as his dick combed through it and caused their mixed fluids to drip all over the snow. He only stared for seven seconds, however; not long after, he was reminded that he needed to bury his dick into her again, fill her up with his genetic material, and cork her up to ensure a successful mating, whether or knot tiger and Caucasian Shepherd mix sperm and egg could mix was a conversation for another day.

With a deep breath in through his mouth that he held once his lungs were at capacity, Edward tugged on the leash in his hand, readjusted his large man hand that was on the tigress’s thigh and aligned his wiggly wobbly dick tip right to the entrance of her pussy. He continued to hold his breath as the tapered tip of his dick found her entrance. He then exhaled, licked his lips, and gave the leash in his hand a tug to get the tigress’s attention. When the tigress turned her head over her shoulder to look at him, the tip of his dick slotted into her gaped pussy like the last piece of a 1,000-piece puzzle.

“Hey,” Edward said with a cocky grin spread across his face. “After this is all over, tell your kitty cat friends about Edward, eh?” With his cheesy but effective dialogue out, he slapped Alex’s ass cheek, swung his hips back as far as he could without moving his dick tip out of its slot, and pushed forward and forced his cock inside. His dick slid into Alex with ease; a welcoming warmth immediately surrounded his shaft like a hot cup of mulled wine on the coldest of winter nights. He was able to push eight out of ten of his inches in before it all came to a stop at his fat blooming onion. The stop was rather sudden and caused Alex to bounce against his knot a few times. Edward kept constant pressure from his hips to keep the knot firmly pressed against the tigress’s mound. His knot slipped around slightly as the canine tried and tried to push it in. He grit his teeth, let out a groan, and even dug the claws on his toes into the ground under him for extra leverage; but it didn’t seem like it was going to budge. After close to a full minute of trying to force it in calmly, Edward pulled his hips back and most of his dick out of the tigress’s pussy again. He let out a whispery moan but gave no time for any of the noises he, his dick, or Alex’s pussy made to echo before he pushed his hips forward as hard as he physically could.

His dick slid into Alex’s hole, spread her lips and walls apart like Moses and the tide. Then there was a bump again, but this time, the bump was followed by a loud, wet, and sloppy sound, mixed in with the loudest of moans from both the hunter and the hunted. The dog’s fat knot had been pushed in, Alex’s pussy lips spread apart to their absolute limit over the thick onion-sized circumference and closed back down on the much thinner end part of the dog dick that connected it to the currently empty sheath.

Alex had her world rocked when Edward’s knot slipped inside of her. It was the final push that she needed to fall straight down orgasm cliff and into the sea of pleasure below. Her eyes widened as did her pussy as the knot slipped inside her with an audible pop and locked her to the pelvis of the hunter. Her legs shook, several shivers traveled up her spine, and she lost control of the pelvic floor muscles.

“Aaaaaaaah!!! Haaaaaahhhhnnnhgg!!!! NNhhhgggnnnnhggg!!!”

Her clenches went on autopilot and squeezed the dick inside her like it was a lemon given to her by life. They started fast and panicky, but leveled out and became more consistent as the tigress’s moans came down in volume. The tigress’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her skull as she jumped off the deep end and reached her climax. Her fur stood up in places it never usually did, like on the tops of her feet, and streams of warm, clear, and slightly sticky fluid shot out from whatever gaps were left in between her pussy and the knot that kept her plugged up. With how much of a tight fit the knotted dog cock was inside of her, her squirt came out with extra velocity and splashed against Edward’s balls like a jet of water out of a Super Soaker.

‘Pssssssssh!’

“Hhhaaaaaaaah!”

‘Pssssh!’

“Hhhnnnhhnnngggaaaghh!”

‘Psssh!’

“Hhhhoooohhhh…”

The extra warmth that Edward felt against his balls as the tigress squirted onto him ruined non-squirters for him forever. The tight clenches around his dick and knot were already enough to get his balls to tuck upward repeatedly as his sperm factory churned out its thick, viscous, and white fluid hot to go. He grit his teeth so hard that it almost hurt his jaw and he closed his eyes while he tried to keep his bucking hips from bucking too hard and hurting the tied tigress. His dick throbbed slowly as his seed traveled through the length of his member and shot out of his tapered tip.

‘Spurt. Splurt. Splort.’

The first rope wasn’t very impressive, but the nine ropes that followed kept getting bigger and bigger. He spread his genetic material and warmth all around the tigress’s pussy – going against the words of The Rolling Stones and painting it white.

The warmth of Edward’s cum flooded the tigress’s already flooded senses. After squirting and making a mess all over the canine, her moans quieted down and were overshadowed by Edward’s as his hips bucked and bumped into her and he emptied the contents of his balls into her.

“Hhhhhrrrrrgggg!!!! Hhhhaaaaaaahhh… Fffffffffffffffuuuuucccccccccccckkkk… Nnnyyyuuhhhhh…”

Edward felt better and better as each rope of his virile seed left his dick and sizzled in Alex’s womb. He was able to feel the first few ropes as they shot out and splashed around inside the tigress, but by the seventh rope, his seed had filled her up so much that all he could feel was his own seed sloshing around against himself. Once his tenth rope of cum left his dick, what followed were weak oozes of what was left in his urethra.

“Hoooooh fuck…” the sweaty canine cursed as he pressed his face into the back of the tigress’s neck. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was heavy; shooting out that much cum took a toll. That, plus being out in the middle of nowhere for two full days without food or water, he felt a little bit woozy and found himself chuckling as his dick continued to twitch, throb, and leak out what little cum was left inside it.

“Ha-hah-haaha,” He hadn’t cum like that in a very long time. “By the Sun Gods,” he added, mocking the tigress’s tribe’s beliefs, as the canines often did. He leaned against the tigress and slumped over her. He nearly put his entire body weight onto her, which normally, as a tiger, she wouldn’t have struggled with. But since they were tethered and she was a bit out of breath, too, they were only upright because of her claws that were lodged in the frozen tree bark in front of them. Eventually, her claws retracted and pulled out from the tree and both the tigress and the canine with his Dickin’s Cider fell onto the ground.

‘Thump. Crrrrsh.’

48 hours into the Hunt.

Edward was out, while Alex was still awake, but stuck to him for at least another thirty minutes. Despite her familiarity with the knot, bless her heart, the tigress still tried to pull herself off from it every now and again just in case she would be able to pull free a little early. Eventually, once thirty minutes had passed, the tigress, who was sitting on top of the sleeping dog, gently placed her hands down on the canine’s thighs and pushed herself up. She went slow, careful not to hurt herself or the dog and wake him up. His knot hadn’t fully deflated, yet, but it had gone down from the size of a large onion to an apple, which was much more manageable for the tigress to get herself off of, even if it wasn’t easy, per se.

“Fuccccccccccccccck…” the tigress groaned softly as she lifted herself up from the canine’s dick. The knot resisted for a few seconds and bulged out Alex’s pussy as she pulled in the opposite direction. It stayed that way for a handful of seconds before an audible pop echoed throughout the forest and the tigress flew forward and off of the canine unceremoniously.

‘Plop!’

The tigress was quick to get onto her feet – and with the canine knocked out like a candle in a windstorm, she chewed through the restraints on her wrists and kicked the rope away angrily. She glared at Edward as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. His cum-coated dick slowly went flaccid and Alex smirked. She tip-toed her way over to the canine and crouched down by his side to get a good look at his happy, post-nut, sleeping face.

“Hey,” the tigress whispered to Edward, whose ears did flicker at the sound, but did not wake up. “After this is all over, tell your dog friends about how you lost the Hunt because of Alex, eh?” The smirk on Alex’s face grew into a wide grin. She wanted to giggle but had to keep it in for now. She stayed crouched by the canine for about ten seconds, looking around at the yellow-stained snowy ground with a smirk before she stood up, walked over to the tree that had her claw marks and hatchet in it, grabbed the handle of her hatchet, and pulled it free with a loud crack. She then brought it up to her face, blew the woodchips off the razor-sharp bit, and continued on her way toward the tiger village with a bit of a pep in her step as warm, white, and sticky canine jizz and ran down her piss-stained thigh. It took her a while to notice, but who could blame her? She had just won the Hunt, after all.

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One hour after the Hunt.

For many years, the tigers had gone without a victor, and expectations were low when a young female tigress’s name was picked out at the reaping. So, when Alex returned from the wilderness, with dirt, snow, and grime covering a few bruises and scrapes, to the village gates, everyone was in awe.

“She has returned!” shouted one of the guards at the gate to the feline tribe village, while the other guard ran to the bell to alert the townsfolk, ringing the bell in a slow, non-panicked manner that was enough to draw the others out of their huts.

People stared at Alex as she walked through the gates and directly to the home of one of the elders, the biggest supporter of the Hunt; quite possibly the first documented Karen. She caught that old hag right during one of her prayers and interrupted her by clearing her throat loudly and rudely.

“Ahem.”

The elder, who had grey hair that reminded Alex of the countless evil witches of folklore, stopped her prayers and opened up her eyes to see who dared interrupt her time of worship. When she saw that it was Alex, she looked annoyed, disgusted, and surprised. Before the wrinkled leather bag of a pantheress could get a word out on Alex however, Alex slammed her hatchet down against the wooden worship table in front of the panther. The blade came dangerously close to slicing off a part of her silver locks of hair, but ultimately didn’t – Alex knew what she was doing with that thing. It lodged about an inch into the table and its handle wobbled as the excess force from Alex’s swing resonated through it.

The elder flinched and jumped backward slightly in fright and brought her hands to her long hair to make sure the tigress hadn’t chopped any of it off. The panther looked even more disgusted and shocked at the tigress and was just about to open her mouth to speak when Alex cut her off.

“You’re welcome,” she said through a heavy exhale before she turned around and walked away, leaving the old hag speechless. By the time she was able to process what had happened in front of her and started cursing the tigress, she was long gone.

She had a party to attend.

Three hours after the Hunt.

The celebrations that often occurred after the victory of a Hunt were held by whichever tribe the victor hailed from – in this case, the feline tribe. With over a decade of losses, the celebration had to be big, and it was. The cats went all out; with a giant feast catered toward both felines and canines, performances, and large bonfires. It was loud and bright, and everyone was having a good time. The canines and felines were dancing, mingling, and laughing; perhaps the Hunt was a good thing after all. But everyone had either mead, wine, cider, or a cocktail of all three coursing through their veins, so, maybe all they had to do to create peace between the two tribes was to have festivities with drinks and food now and again.

Alex had been lauded around all night long by her fellow tribesmen, congratulating her, carrying her around in a chair in a sort of dance parade around the bonfires, and crowned her with a flower wreath as if she had just won a Midsommar beauty pageant. Her blue body paint had been washed away when she got herself cleaned up after returning from the woods and was replaced with white and gold markings that ranged from depictions of the sun and religious scripture to random lines and swirls that had no meaning but just looked nice. She was no longer nude, either, and was instead in a more modest getup that covered her front, bottom, and back. A dark green tube dress, with a fuzzy bust lining made of sheep’s wool, slits along the side to make movement easier, and gold rings that sewed the single piece of fabric together along her spine. Her hair was done up in a slightly different style to that of when she was in the Hunt, two locks of hair in front of her ears were tied into loose loops with gold hair ties and matching gold hoops the size of door knockers hung from them. The rest of her hair was tied up into a neat ponytail that had progressively gotten looser and messier as the celebrations went on.

The tigress sipped her wine from her golden chalice as she watched the felines and canines enjoy the celebrations, silently judging them in her head and betting on which pair of canines and felines that were currently dancing would end up fucking. The red wine spent little time in the tigress’s mouth and went down her throat almost as quickly as it left the cup. After what was a moderate sip, she was left with a mere minuscule amount at the very bottom. She pulled the chalice from her lips and looked inside it. She saw her reflection in the blood-red liquid and found herself lost as she stared at someone she didn’t quite recognize. It was as if she was staring at herself in the not-too-distant future; a future where she was covered from head to toe in blood as deep red as the wine she was sipping was.

She stared for what didn’t seem like a long time to her as she stood leaning up against a row of wooden wine barrels that were already empty.

“You know, for a victor, you don’t seem to be having as much of a good time as they are.” A familiar voice cut through the air, made the tigress’s ears flicker, and shook her gaze away from her reflection in the wine. She glanced over her shoulder to see her brother Axel and cracked a small smile. The male tiger shrugged his shoulders as he approached his sister. He was in a much more modest getup compared to his hunting attire, too; pants that extended coverage down to his ankles. He always insisted on remaining shirtless, however – he was proud of his figure. His bare torso and chest were painted with symbols, too, although his were exclusively white. After he leaned against the large barrel right beside Alex, he brought his pint of mead to his lips, took a sip, and let out a refreshed sigh.

Alex gave her brother’s chest a quick glance and rolled her eyes.

“You know, it’s my celebration… I’d prefer if you wore a shirt.” Alex chuckled and brought her chalice to her lips again. She downed what was left of her wine with a quick swig and licked her lips as she turned to set the cup down on the barrel that she had her elbows down on. A small drip of wine ran down the corner of her mouth and stained her fur – and no matter how hard she tried to rub it off with the back of her hand, it didn’t come off.  She shrugged her shoulders and sighed as she turned her gaze to the fire and the people around it having a good time.

Axel looked down at his own chest and let out a chuckle, too. He flexed his pecs and made them bounce before he turned back to look at his sister with a raised brow. From where he stood, his sister looked angry, bitter, and miserable – not the regular set of emotions you’d see in someone who had just won something. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but bit his tongue.

“Are you kidding me? My sister just won the Hunt; I am not putting a shirt on and covering up my greatest asset. Thanks to you, I am getting a lot of pussy tonight.” The tiger let out a laugh and smiled from ear to ear.

Her brother’s comment about getting an abundance of pussy got the tigress to turn to look at him again; this time, looking a little bit disgusted at her pig of a brother. “That’s your greatest asset? What about your dick? Not as proud of that little thing?” Alex teased him and her disgusted expression turned into a bigger smile.

Axel scoffed. “I’d show it off, but without these pants, I’ll be standing on three legs; and three legs ain’t no good for mobility, sister. Plus, I like the look of shock when they see it for the first time. They go like this every single time, it’s hilarious.” The striped cat boy made a surprised face where his jaw dropped. He then set down his pint of mead on the barrel and turned around to face his sister proper. He leaned on one elbow and tilted his head to the side in that fuckboy sort of way that flicked his hair like he was some sort of pretty boy. Alex hated when he did that, but it worked on the ladies, she’d seen it, so all she could do was cringe at it whenever it happened, there was nothing she could say that would make him stop.

“So, what’s got you down, sis? Why do you look like you were just assigned to work in the fields?” her brother finally stopped being a wuss and checked in on his sister and what was causing her to give off a fearful aura.

“I was just in the Hunt, Axel. I haven’t slept properly in a long time, and now I have to be paraded around… All I want to do is rest.” The tigress groaned and rolled her eyes.

Axel was quick to call her out on her bullshit. He had known his little sister her entire life; this wasn’t sleepy cranky Alex. “Liar. You don’t get this angry when you’re tired. You had that same look when you saw that elder strike father.”

Alex turned away from her brother and let out a sigh. She stared at the bonfire, but instead of going silent like she had been for most of the night, she spoke as the orange flame reflected in her irises. “The hunters, from the games; they aren’t here. It’s part of the treaty that the losers must attend the celebrations, too. I have a bad feeling about this.” The tigress spoke her words with a seriousness in her tone that her brother had never heard from her, nor their mother, before. Her cadence, lack of inflection, and overall emotionlessness in her words combined with the reflection of the burning flame in her eyes sent a chill down the male tiger’s spine, one that he was mostly able to hide; although the voice cracks that came with it, he could not.

“Since when do you know all about the treaty?” Axel narrowed his eyes at his sister, suspicious. But he didn’t press any further. Maybe the treaty was taught to those selected to participate in the Hunt as part of the preparation process. “I’m sure they will turn up, Alex. Last thing they want to do is disrespect us when we’ve never disrespected them for the past what, two decades that they have won?”

Truth be told, Alex didn’t care if her opponents, the hunters that she had bested didn’t show up. Apart from one; Edward, she wanted Edward to show up. But none of them showing up was a bad sign.

Alex wasn’t angry; she was scared.

“I hope you’re right,” Alex said softly and gulped as she swallowed saliva to soothe her dry throat.

Six hours after the Hunt.

Put enough wine into a sad woman, you’ll make her sadder. Put enough wine into an angry or scared woman, you’ll make her the happiest woman on the planet, or a murderer. Luckily, Alex was the former when it came to wine. Her brother had convinced her to join him for a dance, and while she reluctantly agreed to it, five chalices of wine later, she was the one leading her brother and two pairs of canine men and women through a sixsome of dance. They spun, wiggled, and tapped around the bonfire as their blood alcohol levels rose higher and higher as the night went on. With two canine men grinding against Alex, and two canine women grinding against Axel, Alex had gotten her bets completely wrong about which members of her tribe were going to end up bedding members of the canine tribe. Who would have seen that coming?

With a canine to her front and another to her back, the wine made her rub her rear against the groin of the one behind her and made her grope the one in front of her with her hand.

It didn’t take them long to get hard, and it didn’t take long for Alex to get wet.

It also didn’t take long for them to sneak away from the bonfire to someplace a little quieter where they could make all the loud noises they wanted to without being disturbed.

Axel found himself sandwiched between two wolf women who were just as excited as he was about him being shirtless. Four hands all over his toned pecs and abs were enough to get any man hard as a rock. When one of the wolves felt a little something stiff against their rear, the three of them disappeared somewhere a little quieter, too.

Edward and the four sore losers of the apocalypse never showed up to the celebration.

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Four months after the Hunt.

The first flowers of Spring had blossomed and most of the snow that wasn’t on the very top of mountains had melted. The once-frozen and barren woodlands were getting their color back bit by bit. The birds were chirping again, the sound of flowing creeks and streams echoed in between the sounds of leaves and bushes blowing in the soft breeze, and most important of all, the lakes were no longer frozen solid. No more ice fishing – the tigress was free to catch fish however she liked. Or, well, however she liked within the confines of feline territory.

The disrespect toward the feline tribe shown by the tributes from the canine tribe was the catalyst for a breakdown in mutual respect between the canine and feline tribes. The friendship treaty that had been in place for centuries fell apart in mere months after the feline tribe’s first victory in decades just because some of the tributes felt embarrassed. No official war was declared, but relations between the two tribes were severed and they became hostile toward one another. Borders were drawn, which led to further disputes. Each tribe had orders from their respective elders to either catch or kill the other tribe on sight if either were to encroach on their land. War was on the horizon, everyone knew it.

Alex was currently trespassing in canine territory. Who could blame her though? The big lake was there, with better fish. And she’d gotten away from canine hunters before, she was fairly confident that she could do it again.

The surface of the lake in spring was mostly still, save for tiny waves and ripples from either boats or people taking a dip in the lukewarm springtime water. Other than the tigress, there were no other people on or around the lake, and even the tigress was nowhere to be seen. A quiet lake offered a sort of serenity; peaceful, beautiful, and safe. Unless you didn’t know how to swim, then it would be all that minus the safe part.

Far from the shallows, the surface of the lake remained still and calm, until the tigress popped out from under the water, splashing and making ripples and waves as she resurfaced with a spear of ten dead fish in hand. She used her free hand to wipe the excess water off of her face and turned to look at her spear with a wide smile before she swam her way back to shore. Once she was in shallow-enough water, the tigress stood up and walked toward the fire that she had started earlier, before she went into the water. Lake water dripped from the tigress’s nude figure as her paws made imprints in the light brown sand. She held her spear up high, walked from the shore to the fire, and shook her head here and there to get as much water as she could out of her hair and fur.

She sat down on a wooden log by the fire, stuck the blunt end of her spear deep into the sand, and brushed the sand off of a stone slab that she had foraged for earlier. She proceeded to pull the fish from her spear and gut them on the stone slab one by one as water continuously dripped from her fur onto the log and into the sand. As the tigress gutted her fish, her ears flickered and turned back behind her in response to the sound of footsteps approaching her. She heard her stalker coming from a mile away, but only when his scent hit her nose, did she realize who it was.

“Hello, Edward. Here to apologize for not showing up to the celebration, are we? Or are you here to kill me for trespassing?” Alex scoffed, only pausing mid fish-gutting for a moment to do so.

Edward stopped in his tracks and let out a sigh. “I already told you that I was sorry. And no, I am not here to kill you. I just saw the smoke and smelled the fish, so I figured it was you. No one else is dumb enough to trespass now that the treaty is dead.” The canine smiled at the end of his sentence and his tail started to wag behind him.

Alex continued to gut her fish, getting increasingly more aggressive the longer she listened to the canine speak. Despite this, she was still able to do so with zero reduction in the quality of her craft. Even when he was done talking, the tigress remained quiet.

Dressed in a loincloth and a sling over his shoulder that held his weapons, the dog felt a bit overdressed once he realized that the tigress wasn’t wearing anything. He didn’t mind the view though; the tigress had a gorgeous back with stripes that had him mesmerized ever since he first saw them up close during the last moments of the Hunt. With the tigress giving him the silent treatment, Edward stepped closer to her, only to stop in his tracks again when the tigress stabbed her knife into the log she was sitting on and stood up.

The canine gulped and put his hands up in a bit of a surrender, which made him look a little goofy – a stark contrast to the macho alpha strongman demeanor that he had during the Hunt. He kept his hands up against his chest, even as the tigress closed what little distance was left between them. When she was half a foot away from him, the tigress reached her hands up, placed her palms against his, laced her fingers in between his, and brought her face so close to his that he could feel her breath blow over the tiny hairs on his snoot and chin. He stared at her; his blue eyes locked to her green ones like a puppy confused by a fake-out throw of a tennis ball.

Alex’s angry expression slowly shifted to a smile the longer she stared at the dog and his baby-blue eyes. Once her smile was wide enough that it erased her resting-bitch face, she gave the canine’s hands a firm squeeze.

“You know this is treason, right?” Alex asked.

Edward’s fingers were a little delayed in curling over the tigress’s much smaller hands, but they got there eventually. With his fingers laced with hers, Edward shook his head in response to Alex’s question.

“It’s actually high treason,” The Caucasian Shepherd mix replied; he couldn’t help but let out a goofy chuckle alongside a goofy smile that didn’t fit the severity of what they were about to do. He leaned in to press his lips against the tigress’s and closed his eyes.

Alex did the same and let go of one of Edward’s hands to grope his sheath and balls that were poorly hidden behind his loincloth. If it was already high treason, she might as well get her freak on.

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Art by Twinkle-Sez

Guest Starring Edward by Dymios

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