Endurance Predator

by Dragon Cobolt

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Magic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, Humor, Science Fiction, Aliens, Furry, Cheating, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: An accident with a particle accelerator sends Mary - a beautiful post doc - into an alien dimension. This dimension differs from ours in many ways, but the most important? It has a fuck based ecology. Can Mary get home - or is she...screwed?

Tax woke with a rumbling belly, sixteen inches of hard cock, and a serious need to fly. These three things were all somewhat related, but Tax had never been a strong believer in doing things before he absolutely needed to do them. He knew that several of his nestmates saw that as being lazy. He saw it as being frugal. They darted about the mountain peaks, swooping down and preying on anything that they met, and what did it get them? They were hungry as often as he was, and far more tired. Just the other week, Sexi had gotten herself captured by a plant. She was still down there, and the last time they swooped over to check on her, she had mewled something about being quite satisfying, thank you very much.

Plants tended to want their prey to stick around for as long as possible, so Tax was pretty sure she was fine.

Mostly sure.

He sighed and sat up, then stood and stretched. The cave he had picked for the night was bare of any but the thinnest sheen of submoss. It grew beneath his feet as he strode towards the pool in the middle of the cave. The waters were crystal clear and perfect for washing and admiring himself. Which Tax did. Often. He grinned at himself, then scooped up some water and rinsed himself off. Water cascaded along his spine, dripped along his wings, and left his scales shining and glittering. Some water dripped off his cock and his stomach growled.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Tax muttered.

There was a clatter of wings and claws at the mouth of the cave. Tax turned and saw the pale, sky blue color of his nestmate, Yeti. She was muscular and strong and had this wonderful pair of tits that he would just love to squeeze. But there were simple rules among the tribes.

Never with a nestmate.

Even if they were absolutely luscious.

“You’re awake,” she said, sounding surprised.

“Of course I’m awake,” Tax said, turning. He waved down to his aching member. “I’m starving.”

Yeti snorted quietly. “I’ve seen you keening desperate and still willing to sleep till secondsun,” she said, shaking her head. “But fine. We can go swooping.”

Tax grinned, fiercely. “You think I need your help.”

“Yes, actually,” Yeti said as he walked past her to the opening of the cave, his tail lashing from side to side. For just a moment, Tax took some time to admire the beauty of the world. The mountains were suspended above vast, mist filled valleys, the wide bases of the mountains not even caressing the hills below. Gemboulders glowed a pale color that was somewhere between red and deeper red, and from them came a weightlessness that smaller creatures used to fling themselves around. Water cascaded from the mouths of several caves – endlessly replenished by means that Tax had never yet found. Beyond the mountains was the endless blue yonder. Endless places to go, endless places to be, with firstsun starting to creep up high enough that secondsun would begin to emerge from the horizon. Tax reached back to scratch his bottom, snapped his wings wide, and took to the air.

He and Yeti swooped around the mountains, looking down through the mists. He considered dropping on one of the fourtits that milled in a herd, rubbing and grinding against the subgrass and bumping against several of the more docile trees, but decided against it. Usually, they’d break and run. But sometimes, there was a male who had gotten a taste for other animals and could overcome a fourtits natural aversion to taking charge on something with an actual spine.

Yeti cried out – a wordless sound of delight – and swept down. Tax remained overhead and saw she had found a sylph by one of the lowland rivers. The sylph was struggling, but Yeti would get what she needed. Tax snapped his muzzle and then beat himself higher and higher. As he soared upwards, the air felt thinner – then, suddenly, thicker. His brow furrowed and he beat his wings backwards, letting himself hover as he looked around. The center point of the disturbance was around one of the mountain peaks.

Tax yelped and then swept forward. His father had taught him – when in doubt, get to ground. And the nearest ground was the mountaintop itself. He frowned. Wait. That might mean -

The disturbance in the air turned into swirling clouds and crackling lightning. Winds caught him and slammed him into the side of a mountain. He felt bones crunch and creak – but then the wind gusted him upwards. He scraped against the mountain, feeling his scales creak and strain. Then he was over the edge, the wind pressing him back down onto the ground. A thick cushion of submoss – grown fat by the punishing winds that scoured across the mountaintop – broke his fall. He dug his claws into the moss, gritting his teeth as the wind became more frantic – and less focused.

A gust pushed him forward. Backwards. Upwards. Downwards. His wings strained as he tried to snap them shut around his chest. Finally, he did and curled up as tightly as he could as the wind reached new crescendos. A lightning bolt crashed into the mountain very near his body – leaving a charred hole where it had struck. Tax whimpered. Then...


Tax relaxed as the winds vanished.

Then the prey dropped right onto his lap. Since the prey was wrapped in some kind of not-plant stuff, this was less pleasant than it might have been. She was definitely prey - Tax could smell that much – but everything else about her was wrong, wrong, wrong. Tax barely noticed any of that. His stomach growled as he looked at the prey and she started to make confused noises. Tax grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the mountaintop, almost salivating.

The prey was slender and built on the same lines as him, with two arms, two legs, a head. She had a pair of breasts – smaller than Yeti’s, not that Tax was going to complain. There, everything was different. Her head had long fur that emerged outwards and went out in every single direction at once. Her skin was dark brown, like earth or dirt, but she didn’t look dirty. She looked positively delicious, with a wide nose and warm lips. Her body was light and muscular – what little of it Tax could see. She was completely wrapped in ... in...

Not. Plant. Stuff. That was the only thing that Tax could call it. IT was hard and leathery, with lots of hard stone-parts that shone brightly. His fingers bumped against one that sat above where her sex would be.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” she said, her voice rough – speaking the same tongue as him, her eyes closed. “Hands off. Not until I get dinner and a show at least.” She slapped at his hands.

“You talk?” Tax jerked his head back, crestfallen. His wings closed behind his back. Here, he had thought he had gotten prey. Instead, he had gotten another nestmate. And the rules were clear. Never ever hunt another nestmate. He paused, looking her over.

The pre ... the nestmate groaned and opened her eyes.

She saw him.

She screamed and leaped backwards.

This proved to be a bad idea, considering their location. The nestmate went tumbling over the side of the mountain top. Tax sighed loudly, then stood and sprang after her. His wings snapped out and he darted forward, wind rustling along his scales. His aches flared back to prominence, and his stomach growled. He thought to himself: The instant I get this nestmate to the cave, I am GOING on a damn hunt!

The girl tumbled as she fell, the wind blowing her away from the mountain. Fortunate, as she had no wings. Which made the fact she spoke a tongue all the odder. Tax tried to ignore the oddness. Instead, he arrowed himself forward, his wings folding against his back, his tail streamlining his fall, keeping him focused. They were falling towards the valley. The girl, though, seemed to know what she was doing. She spread her arms and legs wide, slowing. HE caught her and she thumped into his chest with a loud oof.

Tax snapped his wings wide. Wind tore and his whole body arced forward, then upwards, the girl’s back barely clearing one of the trees. He banked, twisted, then darted forward into his cave. Once he had landed, the girl scrambled away from him, slapping at his chest. She stumbled then fell onto her tush. She sat there, panting, her eyes locked on his cock. Her mouth opened, then closed, and then softly she whispered.

“A-And I thought I was used to big dicks...”

Tax looked down at his cock, then grinned and puffed up his chest. “The finest cock in all the scalefolk mountains,” he said, no small amount of pride in his face.

The girl shook her head slowly. “I am dreaming. Pinch me.” She stood as she spoke, brushing her palms along her rump. Tax reached down and squeezed her ass. She squeaked and jumped, glaring at him. “Hey!”

“You asked,” Tax said, shrugging.

The girl shook her head slowly. “Okay.” She closed her eyes. “Okay, Mary. Get a grip. Get a grip.” She put her hand over her face and started saying things that, if Tax was any judge of them, made absolutely no sense. They were the kinds of things you’d say if you had cracked your head on a rock. He wondered if he had caught her properly, or flown in the right way. Maybe he had twirled around and caused her brain to break?

“The particle accelerator was malfunctioning. Maybe this is just a delusion caused by the magnetic fields, uh, being applied to your brain,” she said, shaking her head. “Or, uh, you hit your head during the evacuation.” She rubbed her hands on her face. “God.”

“Are you okay?” Tax asked.

“No!” the girl said. “Five seconds ago, I was on Earth, now I’m in Pandora as written by a fucking pervert!”

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