A Game of Chase (1/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:04:07 UTC
The sun hung lazily, low in the sky, casting a golden glow on everything. The burnished, languid, light seemed to flawlessly mix with its azure backdrop; listlessly hanging clouds absorbing any and all color reflected at them. The late afternoon radiance was dulling down as twilight quickly approached, birds finding perch on the branches of a large, lofty oak which stood proudly and alone on the grassy hill. The tree was surrounded by seemingly endless tall grasses and wild flowers, whose stalks swayed slowly in the soft breeze. A winding stream gleamed in the sun, waves of reflected light flashing onto any surface they could touch, stretching throughout the vast flat land before vanishing off into the looming forest on the meadow’s edge
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A Game of Chase (2/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:06:19 UTC
Without moving, or inconveniencing himself, Arthur took stock of his little ones. Flopsy? Eating cloves. Check. Percival? Just a few feet away eating grass. Check. Brian? By the oak tree. Check. Guinevere? Prancing about the lilies. Check. And that left Peter, who was surely causing mischief and mayhem wherever he was. He was possibly the worst little creature Arthur had ever came to experience, and if it wasn't for the others- and possibly the absolutely darling white spots above his eyes that looked like silly eyebrows- Arthur wouldn't have saved him on numerous occasions that could have, more or less, lead to the smallest rabbit's death...
Where exactly was he?Anxiety reared its ugly head as Arthur's heart leapt in a frenzied pace upon realization that Peter was nowhere in his line of vision. Sure, he didn’t really like the little bugger but it wasn’t as if he was about to let him become somebody’s meal. He wasn’t that uncaring. Arthur wouldn’t let harm come to him if he couldn’t help it. A sigh of frustration left his mouth. This
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A Game of Chase (3/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:07:52 UTC
But the little bugger’s shenanigans did not end there, oh no. Peter would try and walk on this hind legs, as if to imitate Arthur, only to fall over and hurt himself, spraining a paw once or twice. He would stand guard as Arthur normally did and thump on the ground with his foot, normally an alert of danger, when there was nothing there, except perhaps a butterfly. The little thing was so suspicious of everything that it was cute...the first few times, that is, but eventually became a safety hazard. A Boy-Who-Cried-Wolf scenario of the sort that left everyone exhausted and worn for when there actually was danger in the area
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A Game of Chase (4/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:09:09 UTC
Flopsy had zoomed off in the direction of the burrow at the first sound; poor thing had been nearly picked off last season by a coyote and fled at everything. Guinevere, who had fled to Arthur, now peaked cautiously out from behind him as the rest remained absolutely motionless. Several twigs had cracked since the initial sound but these were much less audible. Not leaving anything to chance, Arthur hit the ground twice with his hand and, without thinking, the remaining four rabbits shot off into the woods on the outskirts of the meadow for a quick return home; an instinctual response for they trusted Arthur and did not question his warnings. A tap on the ground always meant danger.
The immediate second that followed, a mix of greys, browns, and tans blurred Arthur’s vision; a few snarls and yips accompanying the sudden rush of movement causing Arthur to stiffen. Wolf pups, it would seem. He froze as they shot out of the tall brush and ran after the fleeing rabbits.
Inexperienced. Arthur had to keep reminding himself that that was
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A Game of Chase (5/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:10:21 UTC
“But really, didja have to warn them? I mean, mine are just pups. It’ll be a miracle if they catch anything. They were all blind and deaf until a few months ago. You coulda let them pick off at least one or two. We’ve seen at least twenty of you little guys today, so you’ve got plenty around. You wouldn't be lonely or nothin
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A Game of Chase (6/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:11:57 UTC
It was a normal display of submission, Arthur knew, as it was something common within most animal groups. Showing your stomach meant exposing all of your vitals, which was something you never wanted to do, especially in a threatening situation... but then again Arthur wasn't a threat , so he supposed such an action meant that the wolf trusted Arthur and in turn he should return the trust. “Wanna rub my tummy? I'm not fuzzy like the pups, but I have awesome abs
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A Game of Chase (7/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:13:11 UTC
The other's eyes widened as another, larger grin replaced his old one. It obviously wasn't the right statement to say because that certainly wasn't a look that dismissed. Or perhaps it was all in the phrasing.
"Run?..... run..... " the other questioned, rubbing his chin looking like he was indeed in deep thought. "That actually sounds like loads of fun! What a great suggestion for a game! Franny was wrong. You are a lot of fun
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Re: A Game of Chase (7/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:15:45 UTC
"You mean it?" A large toothy grin made its way onto the other's features and Arthur couldn't help but notice how sharp they looked up this close. "I knew you'd agree
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A Game of Chase (8/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:17:56 UTC
The wolf sniffed the air: the meadow smelled of wildflowers, grasses and the lingering smell of Arthur. God, his prey really did smell quite fantastic. He threw his head back, boisterous laughter rumbling from his chest as he bounced on the balls of his bare feet. He felt excitement like no other. It had been such a long time since anyone would willingly play with him and Alfred just hoped he wasn't so rusty that such an opportunity would go to waste
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A Game of Chase (10/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:20:00 UTC
Arthur crawled to his knees and leaned up, using a tree to support him so that he was lying flush against its trunk. A wave of nausea and pain mixed hit him as he put his injured foot on the ground, not even supporting half of his weight. Don't think about it. A hard command to follow, but he had to. He had to keep moving. Who the hell knew where that blasted Alfred was. With a groan, a small trail of tears escaping his eyes, he launched himself off and took back to his previous pace, sprinting through the pain, feeling as though he would throw up at any moment.
And then freedom was in sight. The metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel was so near. A stream; the stream was a few hundred meters away. He'd be safe. He just needed to keep going; work through his pain and be in the clear.
No sooner had the thought reached his head than Arthur found himself sprawled out on the ground once more, but this time a large, warm, heavy weight found itself on top of him, and all of the air in his body being knocked out
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A Game of Chase (11/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:21:39 UTC
Rough kisses were continuously placed all about Arthur's neck, causing him to cringe mentally. This wasn't quite what he had been expecting, or at least, not what he had heard or expected of other predators. Was this some sort of faux affection used to calm one before they were viciously ripped limb from limb or...
It was only then that Arthur noticed something rather warm poking into his thigh. Arthur wasn't sure if he would have even wanted to look if he could at the moment. Horrified; this was absolutely horrifying. It added a new meaning to getting a thrill out of hunting. Arthur knew predators were often so self absorbed in desire but he had never heard of anything quite like this. He had actually aroused the wolf... or perhaps this was exactly what he meant by it being spring, which meant... which meant that the other had some obscene desire to-- Arthur felt nauseous at the thought-- mate with him
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A Game of Chase (12/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:23:37 UTC
Alfred peered curiously down at him now; hands balled up resting on his own chest, eyes closed (not squeezed, but not pleasured, as if he was asleep), breathing deep, yet terribly unsteady... all of these giving him a sort of quazi... 'playing dead,' appearance. And it suddenly hit him! The wolf couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out sooner. The rabbit --the small, weaker, 'prey' animal-- was obviously doing just what he looked like; playing dead. He could believe he hadn't figured it out before. The signs were so obvious, not to mention everything he had judged from the little guy when he was proposing their game
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A Game of Chase (13/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:32:59 UTC
The wolf's hand explored him more leaving the sandy blond's cock unattended once more and earning a small whine that wormed its way from the rabbit's mouth, while the other hand pressed firmly down on his stomach. The free hand roamed him though, tortuously slow only feeding his need and want. Caressing over and down Arthur's skin while making it relatively clear that he was going to be pinned down until the other decided he was done with such actions. The wolf's fingers trailed once more, underneath him, calloused skin rubbing into his flesh, kneading into his back side, causing small gasps and a few groans when they finally found his tail, lightly stroking the appendage, making his back arch and an embarrassing, wanton, moan be released into the air. The other abused this, continuing petting and stroking at the small fluffy tail, making Arthur arch and spread himself in need
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A Game of Chase (14/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:33:51 UTC
"Shhhh," he heard the other's voice, his lips coming down to meet the skin of his neck. A few slight supposed comforting circles were drawn into his hipbone as his neck was nuzzled and kissed, though after a moment of simply sitting there, Arthur could feel the other's smirk as it left his skin to perhaps observe the sandy blond fully. Arthur didn't dare open his eyes, knowing the wolf's fierce blue ones were certainly looking at him, playing with him in such a state, getting high off of such a power kick. "You sound as if you're being murdered."
Arthur squirmed as the wolf thrusted experimentally in him and cried out, not only from the other's motion, the burning pain mixed with dull pleasure, but his words. What a thing to say. What a horrid thing to say. The beast really was playing with him, toying with him, making fun of him. The beast enjoyed such a thing. It was too much. Fat tears began rolling down his face. No matter how his body was reacting, he was completely distressed. He couldn't handle this. He needed this to be over
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A Game of Chase (15/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:34:48 UTC
"D-Don't... Don't believe you, y-you horrid liar... I... never... you're... you're t-terrible." Arthur's voice caught, his nerves rising, his body tensing with each moment he tried to choke something out. Everything felt as if it was closing all around him quickly. No escape, no way to break free, he was going to di
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A Game of Chase (16/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:35:53 UTC
The wolf grinned down at him, a sort of encouraging little thing that almost convinced Arthur that he might not be completely horrid, that there was a chance he wasn't lying. Almost. But almost didn't seem to matter. It did matter. Taking his calming nerves as a sign to go on the wolf slid out of Arthur before thrusting back into his now well adjusted body. Arthur's breath caught again in his throat, not entirely ready for this again, but the burn at least had dulled substantially since his last go at it
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Where exactly was he?Anxiety reared its ugly head as Arthur's heart leapt in a frenzied pace upon realization that Peter was nowhere in his line of vision. Sure, he didn’t really like the little bugger but it wasn’t as if he was about to let him become somebody’s meal. He wasn’t that uncaring. Arthur wouldn’t let harm come to him if he couldn’t help it. A sigh of frustration left his mouth. This ( ... )
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The immediate second that followed, a mix of greys, browns, and tans blurred Arthur’s vision; a few snarls and yips accompanying the sudden rush of movement causing Arthur to stiffen. Wolf pups, it would seem. He froze as they shot out of the tall brush and ran after the fleeing rabbits.
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"Run?..... run..... " the other questioned, rubbing his chin looking like he was indeed in deep thought. "That actually sounds like loads of fun! What a great suggestion for a game! Franny was wrong. You are a lot of fun ( ... )
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And then freedom was in sight. The metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel was so near. A stream; the stream was a few hundred meters away. He'd be safe. He just needed to keep going; work through his pain and be in the clear.
No sooner had the thought reached his head than Arthur found himself sprawled out on the ground once more, but this time a large, warm, heavy weight found itself on top of him, and all of the air in his body being knocked out ( ... )
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It was only then that Arthur noticed something rather warm poking into his thigh. Arthur wasn't sure if he would have even wanted to look if he could at the moment. Horrified; this was absolutely horrifying. It added a new meaning to getting a thrill out of hunting. Arthur knew predators were often so self absorbed in desire but he had never heard of anything quite like this. He had actually aroused the wolf... or perhaps this was exactly what he meant by it being spring, which meant... which meant that the other had some obscene desire to-- Arthur felt nauseous at the thought-- mate with him ( ... )
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Alfred peered curiously down at him now; hands balled up resting on his own chest, eyes closed (not squeezed, but not pleasured, as if he was asleep), breathing deep, yet terribly unsteady... all of these giving him a sort of quazi... 'playing dead,' appearance. And it suddenly hit him! The wolf couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out sooner. The rabbit --the small, weaker, 'prey' animal-- was obviously doing just what he looked like; playing dead. He could believe he hadn't figured it out before. The signs were so obvious, not to mention everything he had judged from the little guy when he was proposing their game ( ... )
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Arthur squirmed as the wolf thrusted experimentally in him and cried out, not only from the other's motion, the burning pain mixed with dull pleasure, but his words. What a thing to say. What a horrid thing to say. The beast really was playing with him, toying with him, making fun of him. The beast enjoyed such a thing. It was too much. Fat tears began rolling down his face. No matter how his body was reacting, he was completely distressed. He couldn't handle this. He needed this to be over ( ... )
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