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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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Chase (F/animal)
by Angelos tou Thanatou (A.J.Holdsworth@newcastle.ac.uk)
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The thin, icy crust on the snow crunched under her feet as she ran through
the forest. Close behind her she could hear the pack, how close she
couldn't tell without glancing backwards, and in the time taken for any
such foolishness they would be upon her. She knew that she couldn't run
much further; already she was tiring, blundering into trees in her attempt
to escape them. It was only a matter of time and she knew it.
Then, between the trees in front of her she caught sight of one of them,
and then another. She changed direction to avoid them, only to see her path
blocked by still more of them. Panicking she tripped over a tree root and
fell.
Silently she lay there in the snow, expecting them to descend upon her at
any moment, but they did not.
She raised her head and looked around; they surrounded her on all sides,
with a small break just large enough for her to pass through unmolested.
With a sickening feeling she realised that she was being herded to some
place of their choosing, and had been all along. Did she honestly think
that she could escape them?
She lay in the snow, panting, resting, mustering what remained of her
strength for one last burst of speed. Too soon the pack began closing in on
her, anxious not to let her recover enough to escape them. She staggered to
her feet and made a bolt for the opening in their ranks. Immediately they
gave chase.
Again she ran through the forest with them at her heels, until suddenly she
burst into a clearing and found her way blocked by more of them. She slid
to a halt and circled the clearing, but they had it surrounded. This was
where they wanted her, and now they had her there, exhausted, easy prey.
They closed in upon her, backing her into the centre of the clearing where
a squat stump recorded the demise of an ancient tree. She heard a crunch
behind her and span around. It was the leader of the pack, standing within
the ring, facing her across the stump. Slowly they circled, their breath
mingling in a cloud of steam as each stared into the other's eyes, she
proud and defiant, he hungry for her.
Then, suddenly he sprang forwards and wrestled her to the ground. Had she
been rested, she could perhaps have fought him off, but after the pack's
careful shepherding she was too tired to fight and succumbed to him easily.
He took hold of her neck, and threw her over the stump, belly down facing
away from him. Resigned she lay on the stump, waiting for the inevitable.
He stood over his prize, glorying in his mastery of her. His gaze moved
around his pack as if to invite any of them to challenge him for first use
of her. No challenger came forward; she was his.
She felt him lower his body down on hers, pressing it to the stump, pinning
her in place as he mounted her. The pack milled around them as he took her,
each anxious for his turn at the night's catch ...