Thread: A Predator/Prey Exchange {darkest_fate&Mizzet}

Everyone knew that predator and prey simply couldn't get along. It had long been common knowledge they were simply too biologically different. In point of fact, many of the predators ate the less-intelligent cousins of the prey, which turned many a stomach. Even the most forward thinking prey often lost her lunch after thinking of such a thing. They might all be Anthropomorphic beings, all might walk on two legs and have opposable thumbs, all might be members of society, but the differences were simply too vast. Every time you thought of similarities, you were able to point out more differences. Both had art, sure, but prey art had a tendency to be relaxing, whereas predator art was fast paced. Both had science, but prey were constantly coming up with medicines and the like, whereas predators developed weapons and food. Yes, they worked brilliant in concert, when they could. Which was why the Intercultural Exchange Program had been created. The Administration had realized that the predators and prey worked best, made the most advancements, when they combined their unique talents and moved forward. As such, they decided that it was time to test the waters. The Administration would select the best candidates from both prey and predator schools and switch them. Start with the impressionable, idealistic young people, the teenagers still suffering through high school. Catch them young. They would think of interactions between the two as natural it would be simply a wonderful set up. The only problem came when no prey volunteered to venture into predator territory. Oh, they practically had to beat back the predator applicants with a stick, but the prey? They had to literally pull one from their ranks and all but force her. That girl, Amy Cervidae was a soft-spoken mule deer. She'd written research essays about predatorprey co-projects, and had taken up the assimilation stance in a National Debate. Despite being among the most naturally skittish of prey, she'd shown a dedication and drive that was generally left to predator animals. As if all that weren't enough to make her an ideal candidate she'd gotten nearly perfect scores on compatibility tests, and her grades were phenomenal. And while the Administration certainly wouldn't admit it, Amy's looks came into play. She had the lithe build that was so common to her species, with slight curves to give her a girlish, womanly figure. Her breasts were rather impressive, given her size, noticeable handfuls that stood out proudly upon her small frame. Her fur had an attractive golden quality to it, with white extending from throat all the way down her front to just behind her sex, where her tail fluffed. Her hands had distinctly darker, almost black markers about, giving what looked like the appearance of gloves. That same coloring marked her muzzle in a circle, with white and gold banded as well. Clear blue eyes shown out from a pair of thin-frammed glasses, and dark brown hair cut in a trendy style topped her head. you could still see her tufted ears sticking out from her hair, with a tendency to flick when she got nervous. In short, the girl nearly looked like a nerdy sex symbol in creation. Now that shy nerd stepped into the predator school for the first time. Dressed in a demure white blouse and long blue skirt, Amy hoped to look fairly normal, to blend as best she could. Yet there was an immediate difference the poor thing was at least a foot shorter than the shortest predator about. Amy would be awash in a sea of shoulders and elbows. Worse, she couldn't help but feel the eyes upon her, hungry eyes. The predators hadn't eaten a prey in ages, but there were websites. Amy had come across them during her research. Several claimed that prey weren't actually that tasty... as meals. But as sexual conquests? There were all sorts of details about that. How prey could be the absolute best fuck in your entire life. How prey pussy felt tighter than any predator. How prey bleated when you fucked them. How hot prey practically begged you to take them with their eyes. All part of the development, and totally above board. You could even find sites with pictures and videos. Amy had been disgusted, and had gone to her prey boyfriend for solace. Ugh, her boyfriend, now there was someone decidedly unhappy with Amy's transfer. He'd deal. It wasn't like Amy was going to look for a boyfriend. She was, however, going to look for her homeroom. Swallowing hard, Amy reached a trembling hand into the folder she clutched to her chest, pulling out a piece of paper and studying it. She tried to move to the edge of the hall as she looked it over, but everything around here was so different. Worse, her reflexes were going full prey, insisting that she turn for the door and bolt out of there as fast as her hooves could take her. Amy swallowed hard, fighting against that rising panic. She was a civilized prey she could do this. She just needed to figure out the number pattern and find it. Or ask a friendly predator.... no, the number pattern. Definitely the pattern.