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A silhouette darted from branch to branch under the cover of dusk. She was hunting, surveying her territory for anyone or anything foolish enough to pass through. Two long, powerful appendages trailed behind the figure as she gracefully navigated the treeline, one jutting from each of her shoulder blades. Both tentacles were pointed by a barbed, squidlike tip made to rend flesh from bone. The onyx fur covering her lithe form blended well with the shadows, but the glowing green eyes that adorned the rest of her feline features might have given her away. A well traveled observer would find her unmistakably similar to a displacer beast— a magical creature of unparalleled lethality— but there were several differences. Her bipedal stance set her apart from her six-legged kin, as does the third eye that rests in the middle of her forehead. Her slitted pupils scanned her surroundings with a feral instinct as she moved, and after nearly an hour of searching, she found exactly what she was hoping for: a small horse-driven cart with a single human at the helm.
The perfect prey…
Humanoids are such easy targets. Always so oblivious of their surroundings. Never knowing that they should be running for their lives until it’s too late. This one was no exception, and he remained unaware of the approaching danger even as she leapt from her perch, silently stalking the cart. She climbed atop the wagon from behind, creeping amongst the man’s cargo without a sound. Stealth was second nature to this huntress, her abilities honed to a point that it would take conscious effort to allow herself to be detected. From here, she could have killed her target before he even realized what happened, but that would be too easy. Too boring. It had been some time since the last person made the unhealthy decision to travel on this road, and she always had a habit of playing with her food.
The unusual displacer beast inched closer, getting as close as she could without risking detection. She still hadn’t gotten a good look at the man’s face, but his brown, dusty overalls and the simple peasant rags underneath told her that he’s nobody special. From this distance, he gave off the scent of freshly tilled dirt and farm animals. Unsurprising. She wouldn’t even need to look inside the barrels he’s transporting to know they were filled with nothing but this year’s harvest. Perhaps he meant to sell his goods in the capital? Maybe bring home some gold to provide for his family? How unfortunate then that he won’t be able to make it. A malevolent grin crept onto the huntress’ face at the thought.
“Hello~” She uttered, barely a whisper in the ear of her quarry.
“Wha- Ah!” He startled, whipping around to face this new presence and nearly falling out of the driver’s seat in the process. The man’s horse scared just as easily, but it didn’t get the chance to run. A black tentacle surged forward, and its sinister barbs hooked into the underside of the poor creature’s neck. With a single rake, the horse’s throat was torn open, and the earth below was painted a new shade of crimson faster than the owner or the steed couldvreact. The beast collapsed into a twitching heap.
A shiver ran down the huntress’ spine, a satisfied, pleasured sigh escaping her. Nothing ever stirred her quite like tearing through flesh, and the sight of a broken body that she created is the perfect cherry on top.
A cry of sheer horror sounded in the forest, and after some fumbling, a knife was pulled. The human held it in front of him with both hands, trembling. “M-monster! Get away!” He yelled, scrambling to escape. He clambered off the side of his wagon, but the sadistic feline merely watches in amusement, a smile on her face as her twin tentacles rear like snakes over her shoulders, waiting to strike.
The terrified young man didn't dare take his eyes off the monster before him, but truth be told he couldn’t even if he wanted to. Its shape was undeniably feminine, and it made no attempt to cover its… parts. Still, that didn't change what he just witnessed: The gruesome death of a beloved animal.
“Don’t run.” The killer coldly advised her victim, settling herself into the seat that her prey occupied mere moments ago. “If you do, I won’t be able to control myself. So, I suggest you stay. Keep me company.” She crossed her right leg over her left. “Do that, and you might live through this.”
“W-what? What do you want? What are you?!” The human’s grip tightens on his weapon, and he aimed it at his attacker with renewed purpose. She was right. Outrunning her on foot would be a fool’s errand, no matter how much his instincts screamedvat him to do so. His only chance would be in a fight, or so he reasoned.
“Aha-” She stifled a laugh at his pitiable attempt to steel himself, “What do I want? A girl needs to eat, doesn’t she? And I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.” She gracefully hops down from the driver’s seat, stepping over the corpse of the steed to close the distance between her and the unfortunate human. His nerve faltered, and he can’t help but take a step backward.
“D-don’t come any closer… I’m warning y-!” His warning was cut short as one of those deadly appendages— the same one that murdered his horse— swept his legs out from under him. “Gah-!” He yelled as he lands flat on his ass, and the displacer used the opening to swat his dagger away with her free tentacle. The sorry excuse for a weapon tumbled through the air and to a stop just out of reach, and then she pounced. The dense musculature of her legs tensed and sprang as she launched herself at her target, tackling him to the ground. A brief tumble, and she was straddling him. That alone was probably enough to restrain the human, but just in case, razor sharp claws were quickly extended and at his throat. A simple, wordless message: His life belonged to her.
She inhaled through her nose, her disappointment palpable. “I told you not to run, didn’t I? I shouldn’t need to tell you not to fight back.” She leaned over him, all three of her emerald eyes boring into his soul. She didn’t care to examine his face until now, but up close she couldn't help but admire the young man’s soft features. His freckles, his amber eyes and messy black hair. All of it would look perfect with his face twisted in agony.
“E-earthmother preserve me-” The human began to pray, shutting his eyes tight and tensing up in preparation for whatever end the monstrous feline will bring… but no end came. His aggressor merely loomed over him with an annoyed look about her. Some seconds passed before he realized death wasn’t coming and he reopened his eyes, his chest quickly rising and falling with every shallow breath, his heart racing within.
“Calm down before I give you a real reason to be scared.” She commanded, flashing her claws just in case he thought she wasn’t good on the threat. “I was going to answer your second question until you so rudely interrupted me, but before that, I have a question of my own: Does this human have a name?”
The human in question could hardly formulate a response through his fear and disbelief. The monster wasn’t going to kill him, and now it was asking for his name? “…E-Elliott.” He responds eventually, but it took longer than he would have liked. Elliott took a deep breath in, and then out. This thing hadn’t really hurt him yet. All he could do was hope that things stay that way.
“Elliott… It suits you.” The feline remarked, brushing her hand across Elliott’s cheek. Then, she grabbed his chin, forcing him to lock eyes with her. “So, Elliott, you asked me what I am. It’s a long story, so I think I’ll give you the short version.” She smirked, enjoying how he squirmed under her touch. “I had a name once. It was Vivian…” She recalls, “You may call me that if you must. However, Vivian is only half of what I am. You see, I’m a chimera, a fusion of two separate beings. My other half spent most of her life in a cage, and the suffering she’s endured can never be repaid.” Vivian’s lips curled into a snarl, her rage boiling over. Though, Killing her pet human so soon would be a waste, so she suppressed it. For now. “...Were you listening to a word of that?” She questioned once she reigned in her emotions.
Elliott’s response was instant, and he nodded vigorously. “Y-yes! I’m listening!” He replied stiffly. He wouldn’t dare say anything that might displease the chimera. Anything to keep her from using those claws. Or those tentacles. Still, he found himself more relaxed than he was mere moments ago. Maybe he was a bit too relaxed considering his situation, as his eyes began to wander. He was drawn to Vivian’s modest breasts and dark nipples, uncovered save for her short black fur. Her chest was the ideal size for a huntress, just small enough that it wouldn’t impede her movements and yet still captivating. He couldn't deny that she’s as beautiful as she was terrifying.
“Really? Because it seems that your focus is… elsewhere.” She remarked. A knowing smile crossing her face at that. She always loved when her victims inevitably find themselves drawn to her. When lust begins to cloud their judgment even in a situation of life or death. To know that she’s the object of their desire even as she makes them writhe in agony. “I’ll have to punish you for that-” She declared. And with those words, she grabbed both of Elliott’s wrists with one hand, pinning them above his head. Her other hand hovered over his chest with claws extended.
Elliott’s attention snapped back to his current peril. “Huh?! No, wait-” He began to protest, but his vain attempt was cut short. Those razor sharp implements descended upon him, piercing through his clothing and into the flesh underneath. A shrill scream escaped the young man. It was a wordless cry— more akin to that of an animal than any person— and Vivian was only just beginning. She started carving into him from his left shoulder, trailing down and to the right, leaving four parallel gashes in her wake. It was a slow process, and she savored every moment. “Hah- S-stop! Let me go! Someone help-!” He begged, trying to worm his way out of his restraints to no avail.
“Nobody is going to save you, Elliott. I promise.” Vivian assured him, continuing her work until she was satisfied with the mark left behind. Blood oozed from the fresh wounds across his pecs, soaking his now ripped shirt. She cut rather deep. Not deep enough to be deadly, but more than enough to leave a lasting scar. “Even if someone hears you… I’ll just make them watch as I bleed you dry. I do love having an audience.” She chuckles.
“U-ugh- Oh gods…” Elliott panted heavily, his panic returning with a vengeance. “W-why?! Why are you doing this?! Let me go!” He continued his struggles, but just as before, the chimera’s deceptive strength allowed him no recourse but to squirm and writhe beneath her. “I… I have a wife-! Please!” He told her as tears started to form in his eyes, brought forth from pain, fear and regret in equal measure. They ran down the sides of his face despite his best efforts to hold them at bay.
“Aww~ Is that so?” She smirked, “How exciting~ I bet you’d do anything to see her again. Is that right?” She laughed, “Although… I do wonder what she’d say if she saw me on top of you like this.” She mused. As she spoke those words, her free hand reached behind her and between the young man’s legs, feeling up his flaccid cock through his overalls just to watch him squirm some more.
Elliott’s eyes grew wide as the chimera groped him in such a way that nobody, not even his wife, had ever really dared to. Clearly, telling her that information was a mistake, but the realization came too late. He immediately closed his legs, his knees knocking together. It did little to impede her access. “Get away from there you monster!” He cried, but Vivian only laughed at him again.
“Why? Does it hurt? Are you afraid you might like it?” She squeezed him harder at that, and he yelped.
“No!” Came the immediate protest. “I-I… I just want to go home. Please… You can have my horse. My cart. All of it! Just let me go!” He pleaded with her, all but sobbing now. If the monster already meant to kill him, he only wished that she would just get it over with. That he wouldn’t have to suffer, and that he wouldn’t need to lose his dignity. If only she could be so merciful.
“Hmm. I almost feel bad…” Vivian feigned pity, but that didn’t stop her cupping Elliott’s bulge. Despite everything, she felt him starting to grow hard, much to her amusement. “But I still haven’t decided what to do with you. I think I’ll need to see all of you before I make that decision.” She declared before she suddenly grabbed his throat. Her grip strength was inhuman for her stature, and it allowed her to pull Elliott along with her as she stood up. She carried him all the way to the side of his wagon, pinning his back against it. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me…”
Tears streamed down Elliott’s face now. He could do nothing but gasp and wheeze for air as the chimera started to undo the straps of his overalls. They fell away easily, leaving him in only his undergarments and shirt. That was still far too modest for her tastes though, and so her claws were shortly at his already torn and bloody top, ripping it even further until it too sloughed away. Now, nothing stopped Vivian from admiring her prey’s pretty body. He was on the thinner side, but even still, his muscles were fairly well maintained, a trait she’s always appreciated. With only one thin layer of fabric left to go, Vivian grasped the hem of his briefs. She made a quick incision along the side and it slid off, exposing Elliott’s cock to her. It was already at half mast thanks to her earlier groping, and while it wasn't the largest she’s ever seen, it would do. Her smile widened at the sight.
“Oh, I can work with this~” Vivian remarked, licking her lips as she finally loosened her grip on Elliott's throat. He gasped, trying to catch his breath, but his breath hitchedbwhen he felt a hand brush against his length. Her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking it gently, coaxing it to its full size. It was a far cry from her previous roughness, but that didn't make it welcome.
“S-stop… Stop it!” Elliott protested. He pushed her by the shoulder, but the chimera didn't budge. She slammed the human against the side of the wagon again, hoping to quash any further resistance
“Quiet!” Vivian hissed, “You should be grateful that I haven’t killed you yet. Besides, I know this feels good.” She leaned in close so their faces were almost touching. “Admit it. I’m way better than your wife, aren’t I?”
“Shut up! That’s not- Gh-!” He started to yell, but his rebuttal wad swiftly interrupted. She squeezed his cock painfully as punishment for his insolence, and then he felt the slightest prickle of a claw on his balls.
“Say it.” She demanded more forcefully, holding his manhood hostage. She stayed careful not to actually damage her toy’s equipment though. Not as long as he complied. It was impossible for her to contain the sadistic, gleeful smile she wore through all of it.
“Ah-” Elliott tensed up. The threat of being cut down there was somehow more terrifying than when the monster’s claws were at his throat. He relented. “Y-you’re… You’re better than my wife.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Vivian mocked, delighting in the terror on the human’s face. There was a pause, then a yelp of discomfort as she gave a gentle tug to remind him of the stakes.
“Nh- You’re better! You’re better than her, alright?!” Elliott shouted, and to his shame he didn't know if that was a lie. He wished he could look at something other than Vivian, but her proximity offered little alternatives. Anything would do, as long as it wasn't into the eyes of the monster toying with him. Yet regardless of his feelings, and even with the pain radiating from his wounds, it still felt good when she resumed jerking him off. Too good.
A giggle escaped the chimera. “That’s more like it~ Isn’t it nice to be honest with yourself? Just give in. You might even enjoy it~” She whispered in his ear, working her hand up and down Elliott’s shaft with experience. She breathed heavily into his ear all the while, starting to get a little worked up herself. It wasn't the first time she’d done this sort of thing, but usually it didn’t get farther than this before her victim bored her. This time was different though, and she wanted more. Elliott, on the other hand, only wanted the nightmare to end. At least that’s what he tried telling himself. His trembling body and twitching cock told a wholly different story.
“Mn~” Elliott started to hum in pleasure, but quickly caught himself. It was difficult for him not to voice his pleasure as his peak edged closer and closer with every stroke. Any more of this, and…
“Feels good doesn’t it? Well, too bad.” Vivian interrupted, pulling her hand away. She smirked at how cutely he thrust against the air, silently admitting just how much he actually did want her to make him cum.
“Ah- H-hey! What- Why did-” Elliott stuttered. Was he really going to ask her why she stopped? He didn't actually want this… Did he? He looked away, his conflicting feelings and shameful desires written all over his face.
Vivian laughed. “Aww~ Does poor Elliott want me to keep going? Don’t worry. I will. Just not like this.” She reassured. “I want you inside me.” She told her human toy, and his heart skipped a beat. The thought was enticing, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. “You want it too, don’t you? Don’t lie.”
“I-I…” Elliott hesitated. Could he really admit that after all of this? What would people say if they found out? It probably wouldn’t matter anyway. He’d have to live to tell the story first, but that thought gave him an idea— one that could be his only shot at survival. He gathered his courage to speak, “I’ll do it… But only if you let me go after.”
“Ha! Let you go?” She repeated, failing to hold in her laughter. What business did the human pet have trying to bargain? He was being such an insolent thing, but she did find it almost endearing in a way, so she let it slide. Just this once. “Hmm… If you do a good job, I might consider it.” Came her eventual noncommittal response. Then, she suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders. “So don’t you dare disappoint me~” She growled, turning around with him in tow before she forcefully shoved him back onto the ground. She was on top of him in an instant.
The fall all but knocked the wind out of Elliott, but the chimera didn’t give him a second of reprieve. With nothing to cover him, he could feel the slickness of her pussy as she ground it against the underside of his cock. Any resistance he once had was completely and utterly dissolved now, but those feelings of guilt and shame still lingered in the back of his mind. He was just doing this to survive… Right? The uncertainty paralyzed him, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
Vivian let out a frustrated huff. “Don’t make me do all the work.” She scolded, rising just enough to reach down and angle Elliott’s dick where it was meant to go. She didn't wait for him to give the ok before she lowered herself, and it slid in with no more effort required. A long, blissful sigh escaped the chimera as his length filled her needy tunnel. It had been far too long since she had sex. She needed this, and judging from the sound that escaped Elliott, he did too.
“Ah- F-fuck…” Elliott’s mind goes blank. He desperately searched for a way to deny the bliss. The satisfaction. But how could he? She felt heavenly. Her pussy was like a warm, wet vice, squeezing and milking him for everything he had to offer. He caught himself getting close already, but he couldn't let himself go yet. His survival depended on it.
Meanwhile, Vivian set the pace. It was slow, almost sensual at first, but it wasn't not long before she shed all pretenses and started riding Elliott’s cock in earnest. Each rise and fall of her hips was accompanied by a wet slap that echoed through the forest every time she met his crotch. Elliott unconsciously started to thrust against her in turn and she hissed in ecstasy, pressing her hands against his bloodied chest for support. She was unable to stop her claws from peeking out and digging into him again, and she didn't care. His yelps mixed well with his cries of pleasure.
Needing something to grab onto, the human let his hands come to rest on Vivian’s hips, feeling around her cushiony, pliable ass. The softness of her fur and the sheer warmth radiating from her body was maddening. He found himself fighting a war within his mind, and in this moment, Elliott was nothing but an animal drinking in the pure ecstasy that she offered. Only the smallest fraction of his logical self remained, vying for control. Within that sliver of intelligence was the knowledge that finishing now would mean the end, but even with that knowledge it was a losing battle. His entire body trembled, and he couldn't control the vocalizations of bliss that escaped with his every breath. “Mh~ Hah~ S-stop… I-I can’t- Nh~ I’m c-close-” He pants.
“Oh~? You’re close? Close to what?” Vivian teased, leaning in and quite literally drooling over her victim. Of course, she knew full well what he meant, and although she wasn’t near her own peak yet, the opportunity to see Elliott squirm as an orgasm was forced out of him was too good for the chimera to pass up. She sped up, her ass crashing against his hips with even more power than before. She wanted him deeper. As deep as he could go. His length throbbed within her depths, a clear sign of his impending orgasm. “Look at you… Trying so hard, just for me~” Vivian giggled. She leaned in even further, so much so that his lips were brushing against her snout. Then, without any further warning, she pulled him into a kiss. She closed her eyes, but Elliott’s remained wide open in shock as her rough, feline tongue began exploring his mouth. Her gyrations got shallower as she rocked against him roughly, stirring her insides with his meat and thoroughly soaking his crotch with her juices. It was all too much for the poor human.
“Mghfh-!” Elliott let out a muffled moan into the chimera’s maw, one that she returned in kind once his cock started to twitch with more ferocity. He quaked with every pulse, firing ropes of hot semen deep within the monster’s depths, one after another. The kiss was held for some time, only being broken after she felt the last shot of cum splash against her innermost sanctum. Vivian didn't give Elliott the chance to catch his breath afterwards, as her palm quickly covered his mouth to silence him. Her attention then trailed down past his chin until it finally settled on his exposed and vulnerable neck. He had left her wanting, but luckily there happened to be a trick that never failed to send her hurtling over the edge of climax…
Without another word, Vivian lunged. She sank her fangs into Elliott’s jugular, biting down hard. Blood sprayed, coating her face and chin with the human’s essence. A muffled, gurgling scream sounded into her palm, and it was her favorite kind of scream— the kind that people make when they know death is at hand. She pulled away, tearing sinew and viscera along with her, transforming his neck into a crimson fountain that painted her fur as she arched her back. It was enough to finally take her past the point of no return. She came, and the high seemed to last forever. Everything was perfect in that moment, or rather she was perfect. She was powerful and in control, just as she always longed to be. By the time Vivian looked back down at her dying pet, he’d already gone limp. She sighed.
The triumphant displacer beast stared vacantly at the corpse of what was once Elliott for some time, processing everything that just occurred. Truthfully, she let herself get a bit carried away. She had never let things go this far before, and yet for some reason that pathetic human was allowed to cum inside her. It wasn't like she was in season or anything, but the act was still reckless no matter how she tried to reason it. Nevertheless, what’s done was done. The chimera stood, semen dripping from her snatch as she left the man’s body where it laid. In the hopes that a good meal might take her mind off things, she strutted over to the beast she killed earlier.
Vivian started to dig in, but eating a whole horse was a little much even for her. She simply enjoyed what she could, starting with the ribs. Thankfully, her displacer beast physiology allowed her to digest raw meat with no issue. More than that, she craved it— The sensation of tearing into fresh meat was immensely satisfying to her— and it wasn’t long before her hunger was sated. She disappeared back into the trees, leaving the bodies for the scavengers. Maybe someone would come along to discover them eventually, but she didn’t give it much thought.
With the same speed that she began her hunt, Vivian traversed the forest in the opposite direction, back towards her home. It was high past time she got some rest, and after a quick rinse off in a nearby river, she arrived at the makeshift tent she called a shelter. It was little more than sticks propped up against one another, tied together with leather straps and topped with animal skins to protect from the rain, but it was enough to last for now. She stepped through the entry curtain and into her home. It contained no more space than was necessary for a single person to sleep, as one would expect from someone that spent most of her waking hours hunting.
Vivian wasted no more time settling in. She curled up into a ball on the soft bed of furs that she afforded herself, all of them taken from past hunts. Half of her recalled the far superior feeling of a soft mattress and missed it, but the other half was disgusted indulging in such reminiscence. Such conflicting feelings often plagued the chimera at night, but both halves could at least agree on one thing before she fell asleep: Today was fun.