Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)
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				Title: <strong>Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 20:50:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Shane of the Sharr Flock </div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/DDRVGA0.jpg?1)</div></div></div> Shane suspected that he felt the same amount of fear and unease regarding unfamiliar situations and risks as any other member of his people -- he was just better at pressing onward and doing whatever made him afraid regardless. <br><br>He'd long had a reputation for being either brave or reckless, depending on who you asked. Right now, he was feeling as though it would be difficult to argue with the "reckless" label. He had just gotten off a wagon in the gigantic city of Equinopolis, and this was going to be his new home. It was a city dominated by embers of the Equine race, but in the past two years since the Great Peace had been established, increasing pockets of diversity had begun to bloom. <br><br>A few rare brave members of the Sharr Flock, like himself, had traveled to the city alone, though it was much more common for entire extended families to move here as a unit. Mini Sharr towns had begun to form in pockets on the Western side of the great city...but Shane didn't know anyone who lived there. He was on his own. His family had stayed behind...and he had come here to study. <br><br>He was headed to the University, one of a few dozen Sharr to be part of the newest enrolling class. His place was reserved for him, according to the letter he had folded up in the leather pack on his back. As part of the Equine's semi-benevolent rule over the known world, bright young representatives from throughout the lands of the Flock were strongly encouraged to make their way to one of the main cities of the Empire to pursue their education. Shane had jumped at the chance. <br><br>It wasn't hard to find the University, once he was in the city. The towers at its heart were the tallest buildings for miles, and he began to march towards it at once -- though admittedly the actual travel wasn't easy. Equines were much taller than Sharr in general, and Shane was short and small even among his people -- and so his views and steps were frequently blocked by horseflesh. He did his best to remain patient, however, and after the better part of an hour the young sheep-man reached the University office, and took his place in line to officially enroll. <br><br>Shane stood between two tall Equines in line. He felt even smaller than his natural five-foot height. All his possessions in the world filled the bag on his back. He was clad in a loose-fitting yellow shirt that hung draped around his slender torso, and his white tail flickered nervously through the tail-hole in his blue shorts. His bright blue eyes lit up each time the line inched forward, and he repeatedly craned his neck to peer around the Equine in front of him to see how much further he had to go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 22:21:04</strong>
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				"The emissaries of Emperor Ignatius were sent to High Chief Ragnar of the Ironfangs tribe six years ago to negotiate a peace between Birneans and the Sharr Flock. This attempt, failed. Like so many attempts by the Empire before them, they returned home with only minor success. Can anyone tell me why?"<br><br>Silence. He ground his teeth again and latched his mismatched eyes on them, one golden and the other a pale, milky blue where a ragged scar ran through it. Once, the silence had been because most of the people in the classroom had come only to see the oddity of a Birnean scholar. Now, they were silent because they still barely took him seriously. He refrained from snapping his teeth and waited, his tail swishing and his ears flat against his skull. Finally, a massive palomino answered, "Because Ragnar did not speak for the entire race and Ignatius does for us. Ragnar upheld his bargain, but none of the other chieftains felt beholden to it. That treaty did prove useful in the negotiations two years ago though, right?"<br><br>Knut grinned, which looked a lot like a baring of his fangs, "Aye. As part of the bargain, a dozen of Ragnar's own offspring were sent into Equine lands as hostages. They learned the benefits of domestication. Even though almost all of them returned in time to the northern wilds, Gunnhilde Goldenfang and Knut Crimsonhide, yes, me, were part of the next set of negotiations. The Ironfangs helped the Equines find and talk treaties with all the major Birnean Tribes and secured several more exchanges of hostages. To date, the treaties are holding. What are some issues that may arise in the coming year that threaten the treaties?"<br><br>The same Palomino, "Hmm, the Birneans depend on raiding to supplement their supplies for winters. Winter mortality is high amongst the tribes. Last year, the harvests in the Sharr Lands were bountiful and the winter mild. Plenty of foodstuffs crossed the border willingly rather than reluctantly. This year is looking much worse. If the Birneans feel driven to it, they might fall into old patterns."<br><br>This caused the class to begin muttering about "barbarism" and "idiocy." Knut was used to them forgetting he was once one of those barbarians. He had been in Equinopolis for six years now and had been a professor at the university for the last three, but that was long enough to be forgotten as a predator by the Equines. He glanced up into a corner where a small group of Sharr sat quietly staring at the first Birnean they had ever seen that was not trying to kill and eat them. That was a new and interesting thing. It reminded Knut of days when he was a warrior, with spear and teeth raiding Sharr villages since he had taken ten winters. It reminded him of when he was Knut Cromsonhide, who had slain his first Sharr at ten winters, his first Equine at twelve, who had taken meat, treasure, and slaves fro the Sharr lands, who had earned the name Crimsonhide both for his tawny fur and tendency to get blood all over it. It reminded him he was a predator. It also made him wonder if any of the Birneans would come to university. He very much doubted it. The hostages from the various tribes had set up a small ghetto in the east and stayed within those confines most days. He had visited only a few times to try and get a few to come or to visit Gunnhilde, who oversaw the youths. She was, after all, his only friend in the entire city.<br><br>He waived his clawed paw in disdain and dismissal and the students filed out, the Sharr slowest of all, and Knut left by the side door and headed for the gates. On his way, he passed a line of new students. Fresh from the provinces by the look of the Equines. He saw a gaggle of Sharr in there as well and growled, more fools to stare at him. He felt the presence of the woolen shirt he wore, which most Birneans would not having thick hides, and the brush of the hem of his patterned kilt against his calves. Any Birnean would be able to see the pattern and know his name, tribe, deeds, and family. These domesticated folk would be dumb to the subtleties of his cultures, as always. He, too, wouldn't bother with the shirt, but his many battle scars, which other Birneans displayed proudly, only got him even more stares. At the gates, he stopped suddenly and turned to stare hard at the sheep-folk. Then, he swirled around and left. He needed meat... badly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 23:58:04</strong>
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				All of the stimulation of the world around him -- the terrifying and wonderful sights and sounds and smells, all so unfamiliar -- had Shane on edge and antsy. By nature an impatient and excitable person, especially compared to the placid demeanor the Sharr were famous for, Shane was finding the line interminable. He shifted from on hooved foot to the other -- they were bare of course, as only females advertising their sexual maturity ever wore any coverings on their feet, ridiculous things that made it difficult to walk but never failed to catch the male eye -- his delicate fingers running through the soft white mop of loose fur on his head, which hung about his ears in a style longer and curlier than that worn by most male Sharr. <br><br>Soon he was close enough to actually hear the words spoken at the desk at the head of the line. An Equine school official was taking the names of each student, checking a list of eligible incoming students, and handing out assigned schedules of classes and, for the students who did not live in the city itself, assignments to the student dormitories. Shane could barely contain his excitement as he imagined what life would be like in the dorms. He knew from rumors picked up from other Sharr that the dorm he would be sent to would be primarily made up of his own people -- though Equines and the dreaded Birneans also lived in the dormitories, the races were kept separate. He had to admit it would have been odd to live with an Equine, as interesting and education as the experience might have been. He generally liked the horse people, and admired their courage and strength -- but they were just so different than the Sharr.<br><br>And that was to say nothing of the Birneans...<br><br>As if summoned by his wandering thoughts, an actual Birnean walked into the plaza where Shane and the others were waiting. Shane's breath caught in his throat as he looked upon the first Birnean he had ever actually seen in person. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he had to fight against the power of both instinct and years and years of cultural teachings to avoid actually turning to run the moment the imposing wolf-man drew near him. When the Birnean actually let out a low growl, Shane felt the vibrations deep within his body -- and it was nearly enough to make him wet his pants in terror. <br><br>It was all over in an instant, and the Birnean was gone -- though the fear stayed with Shane, unshakable. He was sure he could smell the beast-man long after he had lost sight of him -- and he smelled like blood and death and danger.<br><br>It was all Shane could do to get his wits about him when it was his turn to speak to the Equine school official. He gave his name, took his class and dorm assignment with numb fingers, and then began the process of searching the complex and sprawling University campus for his dormitory. Along the way he discovered dozens of locations he knew would become important to him -- cafes, study halls, plazas, libraries, and gardens -- but he had trouble committing any of their locations to memory, as he was still rattled and sweating after his encounter with the Birnean an hour after it was over. <br><br>He had known that he would see Birneans in Equinopolis, but there was a huge difference between knowing something like that and seeing it in the flesh and fur. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 07:01:50</strong>
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				The rest of Knut's day went poorly. Meat was come by in the Equine Empire. Knut had made do with some of the vegetables and bread Equine's ate, but he needed a steady aupply of meat to survive. For the last six years, he had made occasional trips into the countryside or paid exorbitant prices to Equine serfs to get him a rabbit or squirrel every now and then. He'd not noticed how dull hit hide had gotten living on that diet though until the other Birneans arrived from the north. They couln't understand how he was and was not a scapegoat. Only scapegoats, pack pitcasts, had such dull and unkempt fur, but he had a powerful, healthy physique. Lucky, with so many Birneans in equinopolis, a few butchers had popped up in the Birnean ghetto.<br><br>The problem was, he had to go to the ghetto. Of course, going to the ghetto meant leaving the city. The Equines had offered a selection of unused apartments to the wolf-folk, but that people were too wild for such and oreferred to live in their hide tents set up in a camp around the east gate. That gate had fallen into diuse recently. Knut grinned and harrumphed; the Equines were too polite and eager for peace to tell the wolves to move away from the gate. Gunnhilde was trying to get them to, but they saw no reason. For Birneans, if a being was not strong enough to make their demands known, they did not deserve to have it.<br><br>As he passed under the gate, a pair of Equine centurions snorted at him. They knew who he was, but they lumped him with them anyway. Wouldn't be a problem except as soon as he got into the camp, the other Birneans cast askance glances at him. His shirt, his his manner, and his smallness all marked him as domesticated. It was hard to explain to the domesticateds when a Birnean said you were domesticated small, but it had to do with how much space your personality occupied. Knut had learned to keep his presence small and it was instinct now. He was only now learning to release his warrior's pride again.<br><br>He moved the butchery that Gunnhilde's husband operated and he grunted as he stepped in. Bearn was a small, black Birnean with a lopsided grin who treated knut well if distantly. The male did not like that knut and Hunnhilde had been lovers for many years. He had nothing to fear though, neither of them were interested in one another that way anymore. "Meat, please."<br><br><hr>The next day, Knut was feeling better, but he was still less than happy. He strode into his classroom and growled lowly. This was meant to be the class on ancient history, the mythical human empire. It was a basic requirement for all students to take, but most just stared at him in fascination. He flexed his powerful legs and long arms, digging his claws into the floor. Birneans could lope on all fours if need be and eat up large territory, but it meant their arms were longer and gave them a definite primitive look. He rested his massive, clawed paws on the desk and glared at the class of new kids.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 06:46:05</strong>
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				Shane did eventually find his way to the dormitory, and spent the evening getting to know his new living-mates. He shared a room with a Sharr named Fielder, a male like himself but two years his senior. Fielder seemed a bit too much like the slow, stodgy, dim-witted Sharr Shane had left behind at home, and the two of them didn't get along very well, though the relationship stopped far short of outright hostility. <br><br>The room next to his was inhabited by two Sharr who were new students, like him, and the three of them stayed up late into the night talking about their homes and what to expect from their new lives in the University. Eventually one of the others brought up the topic of Birneans, and Shane told the two of them of the close brush he had had with one of the wolf-people earlier that day. After that, the conversation turned dark, with each of the three of them making vague mentions of friends or relatives they had lost during the long war.<br><br>Shane's excitement kept him up for a long time even after he climbed into his bed, and so he awoke groggy and far later than he had intended. He splashed water on his face in the bathroom and dressed in the same clothes he had worn the day before -- they were a bit dusty from travel, but he didn't own very many outfits so he had to make them last. He clutched the paper outlining his schedule in his hand and hurried off to find his first class -- and was immediately lost in the chaos that was the University.<br><br>When Shane finally found the right room, he was panting and out of breath, and his white face was flushed with exhaustion. He opened the door as quietly as he could and slipped inside, hoping he could take a seat unnoticed. His stealth was immediately foiled, however, when he saw that the teacher of the class was a Birnean -- the very same one he had seen the day before! Shane's gasp was audible in the quiet classroom, and his blush deepened as he turned his face away from the instructor and scrambled to find a seat. Unfortunately, his only option was an open spot right in the front row, so he quickly sat down and tried to look studious and attentive -- and not terrified. <br><br><em>A Birnean teacher?</em> his mind was shouting at him, <em>This is insane! </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 07:16:26</strong>
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				Knut stood quietly as 40 equines and 20 Sharr filed into the room. It was always a big class but his section often did not fill the auditorium. Too many did not believe he could truly instruct them. He muttered quietly in Birnean as they sat. A few Equine ears twitched, recognizing a words or two, but most domesticated races didn't bother learning barbaric speech. Truthfully, to communicate, the three races used Ancient Talan, the language spoken by the humans in mythic times. The languages of the three races could not be replicated by the others, though they could learn to understand it. Knut certainly had no chance or desire to produce the bleating, weak sounds of the Sharr Flock or the whinnying noises of the Equines. More, he hated when they tried to mimic the howls, yips, and growls of the Birnean tongue. Their clumsy tongues always butchered the music of his language.<br><br>He was just turning from his musings to begin class when a young, flushed Sharr tried to sneak in. The youth's attempt was botched when he stumbled over Knut's appearance. Knut tracked him steadily with his mismatched glare until the boy had taken his seat, then he turned to the board and wrote in Talan, <em>Professor Knut</em>. He stepped back and clicked his teeth. His name never looked impressive in Talan characters. He preferred the runes of his people. He wrote his name out quickly in Birnean Runes, Equine characters, which looked like a mishmash of half moons, and then Sharr. "I am a very impatient being when it comes to delinquency, lack of studiousness, and, especially, tardiness. In the future, boy, if you are late to my class, do not bother entering. I take no attendance and will not fail you for nonattendance, but I will fail you for disrupting my lectures."<br><br>He brushed the chalk off his hands and then turned to stare at his class, "Alright, who can give the approximate dates of the Talan Empire and list its five dynasties in order?"
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				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 17:42:45</strong>
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				The instructor -- "Professor Knut," Shane learned as he glanced at the board -- spoke directly to him! Shane's already small frame shrank back in his seat as the professor addressed him directly, scolding him for being late. Shane's face was soon a bright pink as his fear of the Birnean mixed with embarrassment at being spoken to like a naught schoolboy in front of a class of strangers. He actually tried to open his mouth to respond, to show the professor that he had understood -- but nothing but a tiny squeak came from his tense throat, and he gave up and stayed silent.<br><br>The professor began his lecture, asking the class a question Shane couldn't make out through the sound of rushing blood in his ears. He soon realized exactly how big of a mistake he had made by taking a seat in the front of the class. He was a target for the professor's gaze -- oh god, those eyes! -- but he also didn't have a chance to look around at the other students, to see what they were doing and to try to act accordingly. Instead he just tried to ignore his pounding heart and listen as best he could, taking notes about the history of the world.<br><br>The lecture on history was dry, and that helped to calm Shane's mind a bit, but his body had a much harder time relaxing. The Sharr were just as instinct-driven as the Birneans, and his instincts weren't allowing him to let his guard down much around the professor. Adrenaline made Shane's skin feel tingly and slightly tight all over. His dark hooves tapped nervously beneath his desk, occasionally making enough noise to draw the scolding glances of those near him. <br><br>As the class continued, Shane finally overcame the sharp edge of his fear, though intense nervousness remained. This Birnean wasn't going to hurt him. That was silly. The Equines would never allow an actual dangerous Birnean into their city, let alone the position of a professor! The sheep boy clung tightly to that thought, wielding it like a shield. This was a safe place....right?<br><br>He had no hope of actually trying to answer any of Professor Knut's questions -- the very idea of speaking to the wolf man made him squirm. Shane was a bright young man, and knew many of the facts Knut was relating...but he was far too out-of-sorts to actually gather his thoughts into a proper answer. He would try to give an answer another day, he promised himself. When he felt a bit more...settled. <br><br>Sometimes during the lecture, Shane's curiosity overcame his anxiety, and he forced himself to look very closely at the professor. He had so little personal experience with Birneans, to actually be seeing one close up with a shock. Shane's bright blue eyes traced the unfamiliar lines of the professor's body, the fur and muscles and claws, in a strange mixture of fascination and fright. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 19:56:28</strong>
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				An equine finally raised his hand and botched the answer badly. He got the years wrong by a century on each end and could only name the most famous dynasty, the Exeters, who reigned at the end of the Talan Empire. He growled. It was a deep, angry growl; it was meant to express frustration, but the domesticateds only heard growling. The Sharr flinched and looked faint, the Equines bristled and tensed, and he sighed heavily.<br><br>He moved to the board and wrote, <em>Brythian 3000-2912bee; Hwicce 2908-2848; Trajan 2848-2703bee; Aurelii 2699-2457bee; Exeter 2200-15??bee</em><br><br>"Take notes, this will be tested knowledge. Now, as you can see, there are two strange anomalies in the dates. First, the long gap between the Aurelii and the Exeter dynasties. This is a time known as the dark ages and is the time when the Domesticated Races were tamed and their wild ancestors went extinct. There are also records of a massive Human-Birnean war at this time, but records are slim. We will be covering this era in soem depth later. The other important anomaly is the death of the last Exeter Emperor, Oculus, in 1566, though the exact end of the empire after his death is of some debate. A few scholars like to end the dynasty with the death of Oculus' nephew Byron, but most others claim his succession was illegitimate. He forced the naming of him as emperor via military force in the senate which sparked the civil war that ended with the annihilation of the vast majority of human populations by 1587. Humans, of course, went extinct finally in 1400bee. Then, the long, slow rise of the Equines to power over the next 1400 years."<br><br>Knut looked around at the sleepy, dry eyes and sniffed in derision. He had begun to pace back and forth like a caged predator. His recurved leg strode powerfully and he dipped, momentarily, a time or two, almost touching his long arms to the ground. He would need to go running soon. Birneans felt a serenity when they loped along on all fours, but he disliked doing it in front of the domesticateds. Why reinforce the barbaric stereotype?<br><br>He spoke mostly about what they would be covering for topics in the class and invited them all to return if they liked. He planned, only briefly, to cover anything after the last human enclave died out, to a Birnean raid of all things, as the rise of the Domesticated kingdoms was another class. This class focused solely on the Human empires and their repercussions. During his discussion, he noticed the small Sharr eyeing him from the front, meekly and silently. Something in the boy, or was it a female, Knut found it hard to tell the genders apart in sharr folk, bothered him greatly. He made a point of pacing near the boy to take deep breaths, confirming a gender, but still nit sure why the staring bothered him. It was decidedly unSharrlike.<br><br>"For tomorrow, I want everyone to read the treatise on the origins of the human race written by Flavius Ovidius Samius. There are two dozen copies in the library. You cannot take these from the library but can read them there. In addition, if all of those copies are busy, I have three personal copies you may read. These will not leave my office but I have reading desks students may use. My office is on the third floor of the library in the back. Class dismissed."<br><br>Knut was the first to stalk from the room and headed right for his office. He had a steak with today for afternoon meal. His cravings for meat were getting stronger lately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 16:42:48</strong>
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				Shane did his best to take notes and to follow along with the information that was presented, though the distraction of the professor's race made it a challenge. While the young sheep had known the broad strokes of the history Knut was detailing, many of the finer points had been unknown to him. He had always had a deep desire to learn -- that was part of the reason he had jumped at the chance to attend the university, after all -- and found himself slowly becoming entranced by how much the Birnean knew. It was, he realized, shocking to see so much knowledge pouring out of a vessel that he had assumed would be nothing but a violent brute. <br><br>Later on in the class, Shane noticed to his discomfort that professor seemed to have caught him staring. He blushed once again, feeling his soft and delicate ears flicker with nervousness, as the Birnean came closer. The professor didn't stop in his lecture, but paced very close to Shane. The smell of Knut filled Shane's nostrils even more, making him dizzy.<br><br>The class ended at last, and the students had their instructions. Shane made frantic notes about the assigned reading, knowing it would take effort on his part to make up for what he had missed during his tense, distraction-filled day. He made a note of the location of Knut's office, just in case, but he silently prayed that there would be books remaining in the library when he arrived.<br><br>Of course, Shane wasn't able to head right to the library, as he would have liked. He had several other classes on his schedule, and no real idea how to get to any of them. He was too embarrassed to ask, not wanting to seem lost and out of place among the older students and the Equines, so he just hurried around the sprawling campus reading direction signs as best he could. He made it to each of his classes, and was only late to one of them, thankfully. None had Birnean professors, so paying attention came more easily, and by the end of the day he was actually starting to feel as though he might be able to thrive at the university.<br><br>It took him ages to find the library, and once he had, his heart started to sink. He asked the large Equine woman at the front desk about the book he needed...and of course all the copies were already in use. He swore under his breath.<br><br>There was no way to avoid it, then. With trembling hooves he made his way up the stairs to the third floor, heading for the professor's office. Sweat of nervousness joined the sweat he had built up running around during the day. He repeated assurances to himself in his mind that this Birnean was not a threat, that there was no way a professor at the university was actually a predator...but it didn't help his nerves.<br><br>He bit his lip as he arrived at the door and then knocked tentatively, struggling to keep his knees from shaking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 17:51:19</strong>
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				Knut had one more class to teach that day. It was hisnonly advanced history class and it was on the birnean tribes, which meant he confronted a lot of ignorance, bogotry, and stares. The class was important but it always set his hackles on edge to teach it. Thenother two classes he taught were less confronting, two sections of human history.<br><br>When he had finally returned to his office, he had stopped by the front desk of the library to see how many students were reading and found every copy of the treatise was checked out. He barked a laugh of surprise at that. He had not expected that. The Equines often ignored his assignments then got angry when he failed them. He wondered if the increased number of Sharr was the cause. Either way, he figured he would have requests for his copies so he hurried up to his office.<br><br>All the historynprofessors had their offices here, so Knut's was just one in a hallway of them. He entered vustling and dropped his satchel on his large desk set in front of a tall window then moved to his modest book shelf. Books were rare and precious. This was why the library did not allow them to leave its premises. Over the years, though, Knut had copies made of several ket texts. He had even made a few of the copies himself to practice his handwriting. He had a very imoresive collection of books and treatises now. He ran his finger along the cubbies containing the scrolls until he got to the correct one, Samius. He had been one of the most eminent and important human scholars of the Trajan era. Knut took the three scrolls marked with the essay he wanted read and set them on a table besides two small reading chairs, more comfortable version of student desks.<br><br>Then, he moved to sit behind his desk and take up his study of a certain manuscript the university had just acquired. It was a text that was supposedly written by the people responsible for the domestication of the Sharridrim, the wild ancestors of the Sharr flock.<br><br>In a while, he heard a knock and spoke loudly and clearly, "Enter!" It came out like a bark as he had been a bit surprised at the interruption.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 22:50:13</strong>
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				Shane couldn't help jumping at the loud, barking command that came through the door, but he forced himself to turn the handle and enter before he lost his nerve entirely and ran away. He opened the door and took a tentative step inside, looking at the professor with his large blue eyes, that same mix of fascination and terror in his expression as earlier in class.<br><br>"Umm..." he began, nearly forgetting what he needed to say before he was able to press on, speaking in a small, high-pitched voice, "Sorry do disturb you p-professor. B-but you said...the text...for class...."<br><br>Uncertainty swept through Shane. Would this Birnean even recognize him as one of his students? Or, possibly even worse, would he recognize him as the student who had came in late to class? Shane suddenly wished he had taken the time to change out of his loose yellow shirt and blue shorts, since that would have at least given him a tiny chance to avoid jogging the professor's memory about his tardiness. <br><br>Shane was breathing rapidly, his nostrils taking in deep breaths of the Birnean's musk, which filled his office. As before, Shane felt himself feeling light-headed and flighty. He stood there awkwardly, hoping the professor would direct him to the text he needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 02:37:14</strong>
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				Knut looked at the young Sharr and blinked, "Latecomer, eh? Well, you're first here. The scrolls are there, take one and read. Do not disturb me."<br><br>Knut vored his cision into the Sharr's eye; forcing the sheepman to share a space with his own golden and pale blue eyes while he examined the boy's own softer blue eyes. It was like throwing rocks at pillows. Knut sniffed in disdain and pointed at the table with his chin. The scrolls were stacked neatly and knut turned back to his own research, "Oh, and do not damage my possessions or I will have you personally make me new copies, even if I must train you in proper calligraphy."<br><br>Knut was just getting into his research when another timid knock at his door jerked his head up and he growled in the back of his throat as another Sharr entered. This one had been seated in the back of his class and was not new to the campus. He roled his eyes as knut glared at him then smiled and moved past Shane to the scrolls, plopped into a chair like this was normal procedure for him, and began to skim one of the scrolls. After a bit, he looked up and smiled at Shane, "Hey, his bark is worse than his bite. Have a seat. Name's Rudolph. You?"<br><br>Knut sniffed but focused on his research.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 22:03:46</strong>
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				Shane wilted under Knut's imposing gaze, feeling a chill run down his woolly back. When the wolfman gestured to the stack of scrolls, Shane nodded meekly and hurried to take a seat before his unsteady legs failed him. He struggled to keep his hands steady as he took one of the scrolls and began to unroll it, absolutely terrified he would rip it due to his nervousness. He couldn't get the image of Knut pouncing on him in rage and devouring him out of his mind.<br><br>Another knock came, and Shane looked up nervously, then visibly relaxed when it was another Sharr. Shane was shocked by how unconcerned by the Birnean professor the student was, and it was a struggle for the younger sheepman to find his voice for a few moments after he was asked a question.<br><br>"I-I'm Shane," he said, sitting down and casting nervous glances at Knut and keeping his voice to a whisper, feeling as though talking in the professor's office was some dire offense. For a moment,&nbsp; Shane stared at the words on the scroll, struggling to make sense of them. He had so many questions for Rudolph, but no way to ask them without Knut hearing -- until he had an idea.<br><br>Shane took out a scrap of&nbsp; parchment from his bag and pretended to be taking notes about the contents of the scroll -- but instead he wrote "He doesn't frighten you?" and then nudged Rudolph gently with his elbow, directing the other Sharr's attention to his question. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 23:09:51</strong>
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				Rudolph looked at Shane with surprise, "That ball of fur? No way. He wouldn't hurt anyone; the Equine would never let him get away with it. Right, professor?"<br><br>Knut turned at gave Rudolph a look of death and a low snarl, "Read in silence. Mayhap I yearn for my wooded home of old this day." Knut turned back to his work and grumbled, wondering why Rudolph couldn't be more like other Sharr.<br><br>Rudolph chuckled and shrugged, "It'll never happen. He's the only Birnean who loves books more than meat. So, what brought you to Equinopolis? Do you have a hers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 23:36:31</strong>
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				The gap between Rudolph's casual attitude and Knut's intimidating growl was striking, and Shane wasn't sure what to think. His natural herd instincts made him trust Rudolph's sense of safety, but at the same time Shane's adrenaline was pumping every time Knut shifted his large body or made the slightest sound. <br><br>He tried to focus his attention on the Sharr rather than the Birnean, responding to the question he had been asked. "I came to study, of course. My family is far away...not anywhere near the city. I was excited by the idea of being on my own, and I didn't have a mate so there was nothing keeping me there..." Shane blushed slightly at his admission. He'd never actually had sex, though he'd been sexually mature for years now. He had lusted after many of the females back home, but had always lacked confidence with them.<br><br>"How about you? What's your story?" Shane said, trying to make notes while keeping up the small talk. He knew he could really use a mentor like Rudolph, so he wanted to make a good impression. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 21:51:43</strong>
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				Rudolph eyed Shane a bit then shrugged, "I am the metaphorical black sheep of my family. It was best that I left and I thrive here on my own." The Sharr looked a bit uncomfortable for the first time and smiled weakly. Then, he seemed to rally and shrugged again, "I have issues with my family." True black sheep were rare and often shunned as adults if they were not exposed as infants. The black wool was seen as a bad omen, something evil, and the name had come toeb used to describe those who were social outcasts for various reasons. It was not a term used lightly by Sharr. For RUdolph to have cast himself in that lot menat he had done something awful.<br><br>Nearby, Knutt snorted loudly and kept quiet. He knew exactly what Rudolph did to "thrive" and it deserved the black sheep label. He kept his nose out of the conversation though.<br><br>RUdolph hesitated a moment, looking up from his scroll, "So, no mate, huh? Why not? You seem a cute enough male."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 00:53:53</strong>
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				Shane felt a bit of creeping unease when Rudolph described himself as an outcast. It was a true punishment for the heard-focused Sharr to be cut off from their groups against their will. What issues could Rudolph have with his family that would have led to something so extreme? Shane was curious, of course, but he wasn't going to pry. He tried to keep the shocked look from lingering on his face for too long. <br><br><em> "So, no mate, huh? Why not? You seem a cute enough male."</em><br><br>"Oh, um, thank you," Shane said with a slight pink blush on his white cheeks, unaccustomed to such compliments, especially from another male. Since Rudolph had already opened up a bit to him, Shane decided to return the favor, for a moment forgetting the presence of the frightening instructor. "And, um, I don't really know why...um...why I didn't have a mate. I had crushes on plenty of the females, sure...we had some absolutely beautiful one in my flock...but they were just never that interested in me, I suppose. I know I'm not bad looking, but...but I'm small. And not....not what they were looking for, I guess." <br><br>Shane felt into uncomfortable silence, his blush deepening. It was true that he was a very "cute" male, with pristine fur, bright blue eyes, and a delicate bone structure that drew the attention of the girls...but he suspected they were often looking at him with jealousy, rather than sexual interest. His lack of size and confidence had always made it difficult to get the right kind of attention in a society that prized strength and a loud and indomitable dedication to tradition and custom in its alpha males. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 05:46:51</strong>
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				Rudolph nodded, "Ah, the traditional Ram, all muscles and no brain. I suppose that is still necessary in the provinces. I think you'll find that civilized folk prize other attributes." Was it Shane's imagination or did those vig black eyes roam over him the way he was just imagining those Female eyes never doing?<br><br>The black sheep was just grinning when the professor snapped his jaws in anger and craned his muzzle around to glare at them. "Reading does not require speech. You're prattling annoys me, so keep quiet or I will make you leave. Rudolph, keep your perversions to yourself."<br><br>The other sheep went rigid at the accusation and glared at the professor's back when the birnean turned back to his own reading. Rudolph looked at Shane conspiratorily, rolled his eyes sarcastically, then bent over his own scroll. He might tease the professor more than seemed decorous, but he knew when to stop pushing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 21:58:18</strong>
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				Shane nodded gratefully as Rudolph correctly surmised exactly the sort of male that had dominated Shane's flock back home...but the young Sharr's expression froze as he heard an odd tone in his new friend's voice, and he saw Rudolph's eyes roaming over his body. <br><br>Shane sat back a bit, pulling his loose and flowing shirt a bit tighter around his body, blushing and looking down at his readings just a moment before the Birnean professor snapped at them both in anger and told them to be quiet. His mention of Rudolph's "perversions" confirmed Shane's suspicions, and he began to sweat slightly from nervousness. <br><br>He met Rudolph's gaze and gave a weak, forced smile as Rudolph rolled his eyes, but was grateful when the other Sharr bent over the scroll and began to read in earnest. Shane did the same, though it was hard to concentrate due to his shock. Rudolph was gay? And he had been....been expressing his interest in Shane?<br><br>This city was going to be even more confusing than Shane had anticipated. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 23:51:31</strong>
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				The rest of the time passed in a version of quiet. Though Rudolph said nothing, he cast more than a few looks Shane's way. Most were comical or sympathizing as they read the very dry historical treatise of the theoretical origin of the human race. Rudolph chuckled a time or two and even tried to show Shane where he was reading.<br><br>Eventually, Rudolph got up and left, saying a brief farewell and promising to show Shane the town. When Shane was done, the birnean followed him with strange eyes as he exited.<br><br>Knut had managed to keep an eye on the two. He had no objections to Rdolph's life, but he didn't need all those hormones and sweat in his office. Birneans had sensitive noses and the scwnt of Rudolph's attraction and the other one's confusion distracted him. Knut watched the Sheep man leave and could understand some of the attraction. The boy had a very graceful figure. Knut shrugged and turned back to his readings.<br><br>Outside his study, Rudolph was leaning against a wall and he kicked off to walk alongside Shane, "Well, wanna see the town?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 19:00:39</strong>
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				Shane spent the rest of the study session on edge, trying to focus on the important assignment in front of him but continually getting distracted by Rudolph's glances. The fellow Sharr wasn't being impolite, of course, but Shane was from a small and isolated flock -- homosexual activity had been something that had been spoken about in shameful terms, when it was discussed at all. Rudolph's boldness had Shane off balance, and he didn't know how to respond. <br><br>Rudolph finished studying first, and after saying goodbye Shane tried to relax -- though the presence of the Birnean professor made that easier said than done. After another half hour spent reading through the scroll, Shane gave up for the evening as well. He said a meek goodbye and thank you to Knut, then left the room, feeling the professor's eyes on his body as he left. <br><br>Outside the professor's study, Shane was rather surprised to see Rudolph, and his surprise showed on his innocent face before he mastered his expression. <br><br><em>"Well, wanna see the town?"</em><br><br>"Oh, um..." Shane paused, unsure. He DID want to see the town, and he had liked spending time with Rudolph...but he didn't want to give the Sharr the wrong idea. Outside of the professor's study, though, things felt a bit more relaxed. Shane hadn't realized how hot it had been in there, and as the two of them walked outside into the cool evening air, he felt a bit refreshed, and slightly emboldened. <br><br>"Sure," he said at last with a smile, "That sounds great." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 20:48:47</strong>
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				Rudolph grinned at his half eager, half nervous acceptance. Shane was not the first nor would he be the last freshman Rudolph introduced himself to. It wasn't malicious, someone had to do it, but he ahd to admit it often had interesting fallout. He chuckled as he fell in beside the younger, shyer sheep and strode toward the University commons, best to take it slow with this one. Shane had potential, but too fast and he'd pull back like a turtle.<br><br>In the commons, it was almost all Equines, that was the case throughout the city, but there were a few small pockets of Sharr. The largest eyed Rudolph and Shane as they walked in. They wore traditional Sharr clothes, the males postured likehormone addled rams, and the females shot darkly jealous eyes at the pair. Another, much smaller group, sat exactly opposite the quad, and was it Shane's imagination that most of the traditional rams stood between the two geoups?<br><br>On the othr side, the ones that stood closest to the traditional Sharr flock were women in ourageously bright dresses. Go,ds, reds, teals, and greens: the women flaunted their dress like flags of war. There were males, too, but they were small like Shane was and simpered around. Rudolph led Shane toward a much smaller group yet. It was. Just five female Sharr sitting on a grassy hill. They ate grapes and idly observed the faceoff between the two larger groups. "Guys, this is Shane. He's fresh off the wagon from the provinces up by Birnea. Say hello, Shane."<br><br>The group's eyes swiveled to him. Full hips, big eyes, small chests: it became quickly hard to say for absolute certain that all of these were females. Some were, right? That one had massive mammories and they all wore subdued dresses. Still, the feeling was there that something far more subtly wrong than the radical Sharr group was in the offing here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 01:59:56</strong>
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				As they entered the commons, Shane saw the most Sharr he'd seen at once since arriving at the University...and it still wasn't very many. A few groups, which Rudolph led him past without even a nod. Shane eyed the rams as they passed them, trying not to show how intimidated he was. The other males back home had been bad enough, but at least there Shane had knew who was dangerous and who wasn't. Here, he didn't know any of the rules!<br><br>Next they passed a flock of women dressed in outlandish colors. Shane's eyes practically bugged out of his head at the sight of them, and he felt his hormones stir in his body. He hadn't thought of sex much at all throughout his whole journey,&nbsp; but the sight of these attractive females gathered together sparked something deep inside him. He gave them a shy smile, glancing in passing at their small male counterparts.<br><br>At last Rudolph brought him to the smallest group of all and introduced him. "Hello, everyone," Shane said with a wave, his eyes betraying his confusion as he glanced from one member of the group to another. Were ANY of these actually women? They were wearing dresses...and one had an outlandish figure! He felt himself uneasily attracted to all of them as well, and he tried to ignore those strange feelings and to keep the unease and questioning look off his expressive face.<br><br>"I...um...yes, I'm new. Rudolph was just...helping me study in Professor Knut's office...." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 05:32:45</strong>
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				The curvy one hooted, a very unpleasant, hollow soind, then rolled her eyes, "Knut? The Birnean? All bite and no bark, though I'd love a real bite, if you know what I mean?"<br><br>The other laughed along and looked at Shane. Rudolph, sensing his unease, chided, "Come on people, cool it. You all remember when you were new? Most of you arrived last year and I remember it." The threat was clear and they shut mouths with snaps. The curvy one stood and stared at Rudolph. Some sort of challenge, but she shrugged and smiled at Shane, "They call me Mary, sweetcheeks. That's Jesse, Billy, Quinn, Alex, Morgan, and Bailey."<br><br>Each of them waved as they were names: Jesse was a slim feminine Sharr, Billiy was a bit bulkier with short wool and hugging Jesse xlose, Quinn used some type of dye to color half her hair red and shave the other side, Alex wore a simple green dress but had amazing legs, Morgana had a pretty curvy figure though a flat chest, and Bailey had a soft, feminine frame and gave Shane a deadly smoky look. They were smiling and made room for Rudolph and Shane to sit. Bailey moved close to where Shane was sitting and smiled at him shyly. "professor knut's pretty cute ina rough, savage way, isn't he?"<br><br>Mary suddenly laughed, "Never mind Bailey, that bitch has wanted to get mounted by that wolf all year." Bailey blushed and seemed to draw in on herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 21:05:36</strong>
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				Shane's blue eyes grew wide with disbelief at the curvy Sharr's comment. Did she actually mean she wanted to...with Knut? With a BIRNEAN?<br><br>His mind was still reeling as Mary introduced herself and the others. Shane's confusion only grew as half of them seemed to have masculine names, but their appearances and bodies screamed femininity. He tried unsuccessfully not to let his unease show. He didn't want to appear like an uncultured and uneducated rube from a far-flung herd, but in many ways that's exactly what he was. <br><br>"P-pleased to meet you all," Shane said with a tremble in his voice and a tense smile. <br><br>Bailey moved close to Shane and smiled at him, and Shane felt a confusing rush of attraction as the soft-featured Sharr leaned in. Shane was absolutely shocked, though, when Bailey expressed her attraction for Professor Knut! <br><br><em>"Never mind Bailey, that bitch has wanted to get mounted by that wolf all year."</em><br><br>Shane looked from Bailey to Mary and back, his eyes perpetually wide. "Are you...are you serious? Is this some sort of prank? A...a Birnean? I....I'm sorry, I don't mean any offense but...but how...why..." Shane looked to Rudolph, his expression lost and confused. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 21:32:31</strong>
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				Bailey might have drawn in, but she was stil very close to shane until he asked his question, then she seemed a bit shocked by him. Rudolph spoke next, "No worries, Bailey, he is more confused than insulted by your... well, your weird<br>Tastes. Bailey is a submissive and a bottom. She gets off on the idea of being controlled? Forced? What would be the ultimate force? A Birnean!"<br><br>Rudolph and the others were all chuckling and giving Bailey a hard time now, though a couple seemed more or less in agreement. Morgan guffawed in assent, "Yeah, being under his paw would be dreamy, plus he ain't no equine, but he's packing, ladies. Saw him in the public baths once. Did you know that Birnean cock is bright red?!"<br><br>The group giggled again and Bailey was getting awful close again. She looked at Shane, being about his height, evenly, "What, you don't want a good fuck now and then, regardles of the source? I fucked plenty of Equines at the baths. They have humungous cocks! Feel so good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 23:32:17</strong>
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				The whole conversation seemed to be happening too quickly for Shane, who was struggling to follow everyone's unexpected reactions and revelations. He felt more off-balance than he could ever remember feeling as Rudolph matter-of-factly explained the reality of Bailey's desires to Shane. <br><br>Shane wasn't used to any kind of open talk about sexuality, least of all this kind of deviant sexuality! He tried not to let it show on his face, though, and simply nodded dumbly and said "Oh, I see..."<br><br>The conversation went on, moving to the subject of how well endowed Professor Knut undoubtedly was. Shane's ears grew hot with embarrassment, a pink blush tinting the skin beneath his fur. He was having trouble making eye contact with any of the giggling group around him. <br><br>Suddenly he realized just how close Bailey was to him, and her feminine aura made him draw in a little gasp. He didn't pull back from her, though -- he couldn't deny that he found her nearness pleasing.<br><br><em>"What, you don't want a good fuck now and then, regardles of the source? I fucked plenty of Equines at the baths. They have humungous cocks! Feel so good."</em><br><br>"I...I...I...." Shane stuttered nervously, his blush deepening, "I don't want to be fucked!" he blurted out a last, far more loudly than he had intended. Dropping his voice he whispered, feeling very silly, "I'm a male! And I'm...I'm not like that!" He was fidgeting and toying with the bottom edge of his loose shirt, trying to retain his composure. Bailey's closeness was making it hard to concentrate. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 00:09:22</strong>
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				Rudolph and some of the others chuckled or tittered, as was their respective proclivity, as Shane's outburst. Bailey just smile and patted his leg, a little high on his thigh for propriety, "There ya go, dear." Mary waved her hands, "Everyone needs to get that one out of their system."<br><br>Rudolph gave Shane an appraising look and shrugged, "You're "male" because that is what you were always told to be. For us, what we are has less to do with what hangs or doesn't from our bodies as much as what we like. If you want to be part of the stereotypical crowd, that's them over there. You know Rams when you see them. Over there are the standard deviants. They still carve everyone up into male and female but who you like and how that dynamic works is less strict. You got your amazons, gays. Pederasts, sapphics, and whatnot. Over here? No one makes you anything you don't want."<br><br>Bailey stuck her tongue out at Rudolph, "It's a lot simpler than that, Shane. I said 'good fuck' and used what I wanted as an example. No one said anything about what you wanted. You just assumed. Maybe you should think about that?" She smiled prettily, "Or, maybe, you should take me to the canteen? I am dying for some fruit. Have you tried much fruit? I know that the diet in the provinces is mostly grain and a little meat. I love fruits, especially melons and bananas. Have you had any bananas?" She was prattling at him to distract him from the group's snickering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 06:01:08</strong>
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				Shane didn't enjoy the sound of the group giggling at him, though he didn't believe it was actually malicious. And it was hard to stay focused on his anger when Bailey began to pat him on the thigh. Shane felt a twitch and tingle in his cock beneath his shorts, and took a sharp, quiet breath as he looked down at her hand.<br><br>Mary waved off Shane's protest, and Rudolph explained a bit more about the situation. Shane listened as closely as he could, knowing the information was something he should attempt to learn to save himself embarrassment. He felt somewhat chastened when Rudolph finished speaking. Shane wasn't one of those stereotypical dumb rams. He had come here to get away from their type, hadn't he? He supposed he should try to be a bit more...open minded...<br><br>Bailey spoke up next, pointing out that Shane had assumed she was talking about <em>being </em>fucked, when in fact she hadn't actually said that. His blush deepened, but fortunately she saved him from a moment of awkward silence with her offer of a trip to canteen. Jumping at the chance to escape the group that was making his head spin, Shane nodded.<br><br>"Yes I - I'd love to take you to the canteen. I've had fruit before...a couple of bananas, years ago, in fact...but it's been too long." He got to his feet, trying to leave his embarrassment behind. He was, in fact, both eager to get away from the group while he tried to get his head on straight and powerfully drawn to the chance to spend some time alone with Bailey, who was drawing him like a magnet despite her quirks. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 09:15:33</strong>
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				Bailey cheered and stood clapping a little to go with Shane. As they walked, she twined an arm through his and Shane learned lesson quickly about walking so close to someone their legs get in your legs' way. She felt warm, almost hot, pressed against his side and she smelled very nice, like flowers.<br><br>As they walked, she continued to talk: "Years ago? I bet they were wrinkly little black things, too. Still, if you had banans, that must have been a big deal. Me, I have them all the time. They always have them in the canteen."<br><br>She led him across the commons to a building with a crowd comign and going, the school canteen. Inside, there was a sign announcing hot meal times, which were not current, and a side bar where several types of cold food sat out. Other students were either oicking over the fare or sitting around talking. Bailey led them to the tablr and grabbed several slices of melon, a trio of banas, some cheese, and two heels of vread. "There, a nice meal. We can eat here or rejoin thenothers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 00:09:00</strong>
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				Bailey and Shane walked arm-and-arm to the canteen, and he was grateful for his naturally flexibility and poise, since he was able to walk closely with her without stumbling. As soon as they were away from the group he began to feel better, and Bailey's warmth and pleasant scent soon had his head feeling warm and fuzzy. <br><br>He let her take the lead in the canteen, since he hadn't yet been there himself. She selected a collection of food that made his hungry mouth water. <br><br><em>"There, a nice meal. We can eat here or rejoin the others?"</em><br><br>Shane hesitated. "Do you mind if we eat it here? That group is...a little overwhelming. No offense, I know they are your friends. But...this is all very new to me." He took a deep breath in and out. Some of the long white wool on his head had fallen into his face, giving him a rather rumpled and flustered look. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 01:41:20</strong>
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				Bailey smiled and led them to a small tavle off to the side, more than a few looks followed them. Seceral equines were giving Shane jealous looks, a few were more appraising, some Equines were glaring and more of the Sharr in the room were definitely glaring. Bailey sat at the table and shrugged her thin shoulders, "There a strange bunch. Soemtimes, they use being strange as a shield against bigots and haters. Give them a chance and they can be better than real family. Hell, I've slept with most of them several times. All except Billy; she never dug me."<br><br>Bailey shrugged her shoudlers and grabbed a banana with a miscievous look. She peeled it slowly then put just the tip in her mouth, running her tongue around it then pushed it further in until she had well over half the fruit in her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at Shane then retracted an inch or two of fruit and bit rhrough it neatly, chewing happily and humming, "Yummy! Hand me a bit of melon next, please?"<br><br>There were more than a few different looks of a mich wider variety now. Most were directed at bailey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 17:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shane was uncomfortably aware of the looks the two of them were getting as they went to sit down at a corner table. He didn't have a ton of experience reading Equine expressions, but it was clear some of them were upset, in some fashion. But some of them even looked...jealous?<br><br>His diverted attention meant that he almost bumped into Bailey from behind as she stopped at a table and sat down. With a slight blush he sat down across from her, and within moments she had casually confessed to sleeping with most of her little group of Sharr outsiders several times.<br><br>"Oh...oh I see..." Shane said, not knowing how to respond. The awkward silence was quickly filled as Bailey began to toy with a banana with a mischievous look on her face. The phallic appearance of the fruit had never really occurred to Shane before, but it quickly became impossible to ignore. He couldn't help but stare as the dainty Sharr licked and sucked and eventually deep-throated the thing. Shane's face was turning pink again, and his little cock was aching and at attention beneath his shorts. <br><br>When she finally bit through it and broke the spell, Shane let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He handed her the bit of melon in a slight daze, taking a piece of melon for himself and popping it into his mouth, chewing slowly. The taste was good and refreshing, though it was hard to focus on it now. <br><br>"You look like you're very....comfortable here," Shane said at last. Part of him envied her for her apparent lack of concern for the looks she was getting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 19:31:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bailey shrugged as she bit into the piece of melon, allowing her lips to wrap aeoind it and drag across it as she did. It wasn't nearly as erotic as the banana but it left a glostening moisture on her lips which now appeared to be very full and sensual. She chewed slowly while maintaining eye contact with Shane before swalloing quite pointedly and then popping the rest of the bite. "What do I care what they think? They probably hate me, for whatever reason, and the only ones who will change their mind, will change it themselves."<br><br>She shrugged and took another piecemof melon and chewed it slowly again while tearing a chunk off of bread and adding some cheese as she swallowed the melon far less suggestively, "Besides, if they are gonna have a problem with me, not much I can do to stop it beside be near friends. You wouldn't let anyone best me up, would you? The look she have him was simpering and adoring. Bailey was probably not as weak as she made out, but some of those big Equines were very physically imposing.<br><br>"Well, some of them hate me. A few people in this room want to bend my sweet ass over this table."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 23:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shane's eyes lingered on Bailey's lips, only being drawn away by the intensity of Bailey's eye contact. He was blushing obviously now, and shifted in his seat, his eager erection making his shorts uncomfortable. <br><br>He did his best to eat along with her, following her lead and popping fruit, bread, and cheese into his own mouth and chewing thoughtfully. His hunger was quickly sated -- he never had a particularly big appetite -- but he was in no hurry to draw the meal to a close. <br><br><em>"You wouldn't let anyone best me up, would you?"</em><br><br>"Oh, um, of course not!" Shane said with more confidence than he actually felt. He'd never been in a physical fight in his life, thank goodness, and the thought of trying to talk an Equine or Birnean -- or even an average-sized male Sharr! -- into backing down was seriously frightening. But that's what a male would do, right? And that's what he was: a male.<br><br><em>"Well, some of them hate me. A few people in this room want to bend my sweet ass over this table."</em><br><br>Another blush from Shane, who was somehow more embarrassed about what Bailey was saying than she was. Not knowing what to say, he settled instead for picturing himself doing exactly that to Bailey...and it was such a hot image it made him shiver. He gave her a weak, embarrassed smile.<br><br>After their food was finished, Shane found himself letting out a loud yawn. He covered his mouth and craned his neck, looking around until he had located one of the University's large clocks. It wasn't terribly late, but after the stressful day he had had, it felt much later. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired. Shall I walk you back to your friends, or do you live in the dormitories, and I could walk you there?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 06:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bailey might have talked anout thenpeople filling the rooms but her eyes rarely strayed from Shane and those eyes remained a pair of black coals. Did she have to sock all the juices off a chunk of melon before biting it? Why did eat bite seem to flaunt her full, juicy lips at Shane. Either Bailey was a naturally sexy female or she was being very forward.<br><br>When Shane mentioned leaving, she shrugged and dropped a bit of cheese to wipe her hands on a napkin and stand, "I love in the dorms, yeah. You may certainly walk me back." Bailey twined her arm into Shane's again and she lead more than him as they walked out infront of all the jealous and hateful looks again.<br><br>Bailey led Shane toward the dormitories he, too, was assigned to, but all the way up to the top floor. She didn't bother talking but clung close. At her door, she spun around and smiled at him. "It was lovely, Shane. Thanks for the company." She turned and unlocked her door only to look back over her shoulder down at her round, firm bottom, "Did I notice, earlier, you getting very interested in thenidea of seeinf something bent over something else?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 04:52:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Shane was finished eating, Bailey wasn't quite there yet...which mean he spent several minutes staring at her as she sucked at the melons and seemed to draw sensual pleasure from every moment. By the time she finally wiped her hands and announced that she was finished and ready for Shane to walk her to the dorms, his cock was uncomfortably hard.<br><br>He stood up rather awkwardly as she took his arm. He had a strange feeling of gratitude for the small size of his male member, since it was only that which allowed it to remain relatively subtle beneath his shorts...but if anyone was looking, they'd notice something for certain.<br><br>He was happy to let Bailey lead the way, since his poor sense of direction meant it would have taken him an hour to find the dorms on his own. They didn't talk much on the way, and he had nothing to focus on but Bailey's soft arm, and the way she smelled...<br><br>At her door at last, Bailey thanked him for the company, made as if to step inside...and stopped there, like that. She looked down at her round rear end, and of course that's where Shane was looking too. She caught him, and he couldn't deny it. <br><br><em>"Did I notice, earlier, you getting very interested in thenidea of seeinf something bent over something else?"</em><br><br>Shane blushed. His cock was a notable tent in his shorts. He swallowed nervously, and tried to meet her gaze. "Y-yes," he admitted, "S-sorry about that..." he moved one hand to try to cover his erection. "You're just...you're really pretty..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 08:33:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bailey seemed about to say something when a. Door down the hall opened up and two Sharr males stepped into the hall. They seemed jovial and older than Shane and Bailey. They glanced down the hall and eyed the seductively posed Bailey then elbowed one another and pointed at Shane, "Poaching freshmen now, Bai..."<br><br>Bailey spun around and glared at the males, "Shut it, Jason. You, too, Bryan. What I do with my ass is none of your concern, never was."<br><br>The males shrugged, jabbed at one another a few times, then laughed and made their way toward the stairs. Bailey, for the first time in Shane's experience, was flustered and looked irritated. Finally she looked at Shane with mild irritation. Then, she laughed gaily and shrugged her thin shoulders, "The hell am I going to do? if I wanted an apology, I would ask. If I wanted to be upset with you, it would have been when your cock got all stiff back in the canteen staring at my ass."<br><br>She lowered her eyes and looked at him through thick, black lashes. Her smile was pure mischief as she reached back and opened her door to reveal a bare dorm room, "What I want from you is a bit of action." She glanced down at his tent and her small hands grabbed his own small hands and tugged them away to reveal his tent, "Mm, now, what to do about that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 05:24:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shane was startled by the intrusion of the two male voices into the "private" moment he was sharing with Bailey. He looked over at them with a moment of confusion and panic, but Bailey's glare and strong words already had the two leaving before Shane could do anything. He felt embarrassed for letting her handle the situation, but Bailey seemed much more confident and comfortable than he himself did. <br><br>Her attention was soon back on him, and she called him out directly with a laugh, explaining she wasn't looking for an apology, and she wasn't upset. He nodded happily, though he was blushing in embarrassment.<br><br>She looked at him seductively, smiling, fluttering those wonderful eyelashes. She told him point-blank that she wanted action from him, and before he could think of anything to say back she had tugged his hands away, revealing his tented shorts. His blush deepened. <br><br><em> "Mm, now, what to do about that?"</em><br><br>Not wanting to stand in the hallway with his obvious erection, Shane gently stepped forward, bringing his body closer to Bailey's as he tried to get inside the room. His cock was pulsing with each heartbeat. He licked his lips nervously and put his hand on Bailey's hip. <br><br>"Can we...shut the door?" he asked quietly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 07:45:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In a confusing series of Bailey's hands grasping him, the door dwinging open, them collapsing through, it soft body parts mashing together, and the shock of falling on a floor, Bailey got them through her door and into a bit of wrestling on the floor in front of her still open door. As they came to rest around the middle of her floor, Bailey flush with exertion and excitement but smilling maniacally and with a look of serious lust in her eyes wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into an embrace, her lips pressed against his. Her tongue teased his lips for entry while Shane felt his erection pressing insistently against his shorts and, he was sure, digging at her hip.<br><br>It was all a mad bag of sensations and blood quickening sensations. Like, Bailey didn't have a large chest, but it was pressed against him and there was somethign soft and squishy under her shirt, she smeeled of sandlewood and clean fur, her lips were nimble and plump, but most of all her legs were wrappong around his waist and pulling him in tight even as the kiss progressed.<br><br>Soon, their crotches were more or less grinding and he felt a stir of riction and heat as his cock was stimulated through his shorts, thrusting with each insistent pull of her claves against her soft thighs, plush butt, and so,ethign else. When his cock ran up along her croch, ripubbing against her pussy, something hard was rubbing against him. In hsi delirium it flet like he had two cocks rubbing against one another. It was intense and powerful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 08:49:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The day had been a whirlwind already for Shane, with the mental shock of adjusting to life at the university, classes, the tense study session with the professor in the room, and then the social strain of meeting so many new people. Shane's head had been spinning for hours without him really realizing it. Bailey's display while eating had stoked his lust that had been building up beneath the surface for days, and now it was near a breaking point. After all he had been through, it was an incredible relief to just give in to her soft body and eager hands. <br><br>Shane's throbbing cock pressed against Bailey's softness as they settled on to the floor. He kissed her tenderly, shyly opening his mouth when her tongue prodded his lips. She was bolder than him, and her motions kept leading the way...and he kept following, giving in, accepting what she offered. It felt incredible to run his hand over her chest, even through her clothing, even though she wasn't particularly busty. Her scent was intoxicating. He sucked her tongue and moaned into her mouth, his balls aching for release.<br><br>He was humping against her through his shorts, the feeling primitive and intensely arousing. He badly wanted to be inside her. He would have been ashamed to admit it to anyone, but he'd never actually gone that far before. He'd had furtive kissing and groping sessions back home, even a few handjobs...but nothing further than that. Was tonight finally the night?<br><br>He was so lost in lust he barely noticed the unexpected hardness his cock encountered as he humped against Bailey's crotch. The sensation blended into all the others, making him tingle, making him suck more eagerly at Bailey's lips and tongue. His undersized cock was rigid and tingling, and he started to tug with one hand at the edge of his shorts, wondering if he was going to be able to take them off without accidentally cumming. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 03:46:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All hsi reticence and hesitation was met with aggressive sexuality by Bailey. Finally, bored with dry humping one another, Bailey pushed him back so he thumped on hsi bottom and strode to the door quickly to slam it shut, then she was on him again, this time she was on top. She pressed her hingrynlips to his and her tongue twined with his, she nibbled his lip, and sucked gently at his tonuge before she shifted, ushing him to lay on the floor as she slithered down his body.<br><br>When she reached his shorts, she gently peeled them away from his crotch to reveal his small cock, covered in precum, standing at full attention. She grinned and cooed st it, "How cute! But, lets get that first one out of the way, eyah?"<br><br>She looked up at him through smoky eyelashes and her tongue snaked out to lap gently at his balls then slide up his short shaft, where her lips wrapped around his cockhead tightly. Her small hands gripped his thighs and pulled him up to her as she began to bob eagerly on his cock, egging him toward an ejaculation as slowly and as carefully as possible. She wanted to draw it out as much as possible. Right when Shane could take no more, Bailey reached under his thrusting hips and slipped a finger between his cheeks and poked at his anus, pushing a finger in to the first knuckle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 06:18:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before Shane could remove his own shorts, Bailey took charge. She shoved him backwards, and he found to his surprise she was easily able to move his weight off of her. They were about the same size, he guessed -- or if anything, she was a little taller. Still, it was jarring.<br><br>He was slightly stunned by her forcefulness, but couldn't deny how good it all felt. She got on top of him, kissing him again, moving down his body, and then peeling off his shorts at last. He let out a sigh of relief as air moved around his aching, hot cock. It pulsed with his heartbeat, precum on the tip. It was barely four inches long, though he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He was seriously undersized, and he knew it.<br><br>Bailey's grin and remark about the "cuteness" of his manhood stung his pride -- in fact, for part of him, it was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced -- but she didn't leave him to dwell on it for long. She gave him a sensual look, then began to lick and suck. Shane was soon in the grips of the first blowjob of his life, and he was squirming and twitching, his cock pulsing in her mouth, leaking eager precum.<br><br>"Oh my god..." Shane gasped, his head arcing backwards and his eyes closing. Thoughts of holding back quickly left his mind as she worked his shaft skillfully, and soon he felt an orgasm boiling in his small testicles. His body tensed, his hips thrusting towards her welcoming mouth -- and she slipped her finger into his ass at the last moment.<br><br>"Ahhh!" he cried, his ass clenching down hard on her finger...but he still came. He was shocked and awash with pleasure at the same time, his cock spraying its load into Bailey's mouth, his balls bouncing and pulsing. He stared down at Bailey, wide-eyed, his face flushed, as his cock twitched through the orgasm -- and his ass gripped her finger tightly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 18:25:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If anything, once he began to cum, she got more eager and bobbed up and down faster on his little cocklette, socking more. It was like she was trying to get every drop of his first self-inflicted orgasm. Eventually, she let his softening member go and smiled up at him across the landscape of his smooth body. As she did so, she wiggle the bit of finger inside him. In the violence of hisnorgams, he had taken it up to the second knuckle. Bailey giggled, "You're cute when you cum, but I think little Shane is down for the count and it's my turn."<br><br>She sat up straight and pulled her dress up over her torso to reveal her small breasts, lithely muscled body, and a small bulge in her knickers. They were frilly, feminine underpants with little ribbons on the side and a panel on the front which normally flattened her. But she was very aroused, as evidenced by her vlushing face, rapid breathing, and intensely heated stare.<br><br>She crawled up him again and kissed him heavily while running fingers through his fur and hair. The bulge in her underwear now pushed his own flaccid cock around like a bully. If the bulge was an indicator, Bailet was larger than him and thicker. The kiss continued until she broke it and stood, "Come get some." She hooked her thumbs in her enderclothes and pulled them down to reveal a small but thick cock dangling infront of a small set of balls. She was pnly a very little bit longer than Shane but easily twice as thick, "I like lots of saliva, too. Please, hurry!"<br><br>She seemed in desperate need and looked at him with definite feminine need. She stood with one knee locked and the other folded over it, so womanly, and her curves were undeniablly feminine, but none of that negated he little cock pointing at Shane's face and her desperate, breathy request that he do something. "Please, Shane, I want you so bad."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 22:34:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shane twitched and wiggled through the most intense climax of his life under the skillful touch of Bailey. He nearly blacked out as he emptied his seed in her mouth, and she pushed him past the line he though was possible to enjoy, continuing to suck him even as he grew extraordinarily sensitive post-orgasm. He had never felt anything like it...and by the end of it, he was sagging and limp in every possible way. <br><br>Bailey wiggled her finger inside his ass, and Shane blushed as he realized how far it was inside of him. Of course he'd never taken anything back there before, and though part of him was shocked at the joy he had been missing out on for his entire life, his overriding feeling about it was one of shame. <br><br>He looked up at Bailey in a slight daze, his hungry, slightly sleepy eyes drinking her body in as she removed her dress. His cock was too drained to grow hard again, but the sight of her small breasts and delicate muscles was undeniably erotic. His eyes trailed down, looking at her panties...and confusion bubbled up in his tired mind. <br><br>Before he could think much about what was going on, she was crawling on top of him, kissing him and rubbing at his body. Her crotch bumped against his once again, and this time he was clear-headed enough to really consider what that meant. His breath caught in his throat as she kept pressing against him, stronger than him despite her femininity... <br><br>She stood up and beckoned him closer, pulling down her panties...and revealing what he had darkly suspected, what he had maybe known about for longer than he wanted to admit? No...no he hadn't had any idea...right? Otherwise he wouldn't have....oh god. <br><br>Her cock was small, like his, though it was undoubtedly larger than his own. Slightly longer, much thicker. It bulged lewdly, bouncing in front of her crotch, clearly hard and needy. Her posture and expression was so feminine, her face and body needy, everything about her screaming of her nature as a horny young female Sharr...everything but that bobbing cock, that cock which was eye-level for the seated Shane, and which was all that he could see...<br><br><em> "Please, Shane, I want you so bad."</em><br><br>Shane tore his eyes away from her cock to look up into her eyes, his expression guilty, frightened, shocked, and tempted all at once. He opened his mouth, moving forward onto his knees purely without thinking, just because so much of the weight of the situation told him that's what he had to do...<br><br>He looked up at Bailey, pulling back slightly, letting his mouth close. He looked uneasy. "Bailey I....I can't! I'm not...I didn't know..." he looked back at her cock, blushing and looking back up at her, his face hot and red, his naked cock small and tender and still wet with her saliva. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 01:34:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bailey's breathing and frustrated voice exhaled sharly but she wa soft as she knelt down to be face to face with Shane, "No, you knew. YOu knew the people I was with and you knew what type they were. You knew I couldn't a be normal female, but, Shane, I AM a female. YOu were with me all afternoon, did anything I do make me not female except what is between my legs? Is THAT thing all that important."<br><br>She hesitated, then leaned in and kissed Shane gently, sensing to any resistance. She would not force the issue, but she was pressing the issue, "I need you Shane, so badly. My little thing aches for you. Don't you want me?"<br><br>Bailey was whispering against Shane's lips and her soft fingers gripped his cheeks firmly but not aggressively. Her big eyes watered and she looked with need and lust at SHane. She bit her lower lip and looked down before breathing heavily with desire, her sweet breath still smelling of banana. One hand moved from her cheek down his chest, "I could... I could do it for you again if you like instead?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 00:19:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A roil of conflicted emotions ran through Shane at Bailey's words. She confronted him, firmly though not cruelly. She didn't let him escape from the fact that he had KNOWN -- or at least strongly suspected. If he had denied it, pushed the likely truth from his mind, whose fault was that? Was he just like one of those disgusting rams, brainless and cruel when he was horny?<br><br>But she was...she had a...he wasn't....argh! His wide, frightened eyes flickered from her face to her aching cock, then blinked in surprise as she came in for a gentle kiss. He didn't resist or pull away. <br><br><em> "I need you Shane, so badly. My little thing aches for you. Don't you want me?"</em><br><br>"I...yes, but...." there was a hot blush all over his face. His cock was small and tingling after his incredible orgasm. He wouldn't be hard again for a while, but he was still powerfully aroused by her presence.<br><br><em>"I could... I could do it for you again if you like instead?"</em><br><br>The offer was insanely tempting...but the guilt of it also helped him make up his mind. He couldn't be so incredibly selfish, could he? And no one would ever know, right? And...and god, he did want her so badly!<br><br>"No, I..." he put his hand gently against her chest, feeling her soft breast as he nudged her back. "I...I'm sorry. This is just...I've never..." dropping his eyes, Shane settled into a kneeling position in front of Bailey and quickly reached and grabbed her cock with one hand, his arousal battling with his shame. "Can we just...keep this a secret?" he asked timidly, looking up at her with hopeful eyes as he stroked her timidly. His head was inching towards her cock now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 08:39:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bailey stood, unconfidently, with her knees bent in, her elbows tucked in, her chin down, and her whole posture, otherwise, shouting shame. Her whole body folded over her crotch, trying to hide her cock and sheneyed it with shame flaring brightly in her face, "I... I know its not very beautiful or sexy. I... I understand not wanting anyone to know. i wish I was a real woman, with curves and breasts and a pussy. I really do. I.. I'm sorry i can't be that for you."<br><br>Bailey looked shy and ashamed of herself, none of her previous bubbly confidence in her posture. Without her clothes, too, she had less feminine outlines, but her movement and posture still screamed her sex at Shane, despite what confronted his eyes just a few inches away. A glistening head, oozing precum, jumping a little when her muscles clenched to resist her surges of lust. She wanted to shove it in his mouth and thrust like beast, but she held back and stroked his cheek and sniffled, "T-thank you, Shane. I am so wet for you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 00:29:11</strong>
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				Deeper guilt settled into Shane's gut as he saw Bailey's crestfallen reaction to his words. He didn't know how to act -- he didn't know what to say. She was so feminine, so sweet, so demure...in every way except that one. He felt hesitation rising up in him again, but before he could give into it he forced himself forward, sucking her cock into his mouth.<br><br>Her member was undersized, but thick. It made his lips stretch and his cheeks bulged as he began to suck on it. His movements were fast and firm, as if he was trying to get it over with before he really noticed what he was doing. Once he took her too far into his mouth, and bumped his tongue and he started to gag -- and after he had recovered, his motions were slower and more sensual almost by accident. <br><br>Shane didn't realize it, but he was a natural. His tongue and lips were soft, the amount of suction he applied was perfect. The taste made him quiver with shame, and he tried his best not to think about the reality of his situation...but he still gave incredible head. His hands rested on Bailey's wooly thighs, squeezing firmly as he closed his eyes and worked on her cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 01:17:28</strong>
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				The answer to his efforts at first was a few restrained grunts as he went at it with a vengeance. Though his mouth was soft and his tongue naturally slid along the right places, he was being to rough with the soft Sharr sissy's cock. It had even softened just a little bit which cause it to sag, brush his tongue, and he gagged. A small gasp and sob was heard as he went back to it, but gentler.<br><br>Soon, his efforts were rewarded with soft moans and grunts of pleasure. Anyone not looking might think a woman was getting close to orgasm. Her soft gasps and feminine moans soon filled the room and her small fingers curled into his hair tighter and tighter. The only thing which signified the act to Shane was the thick hardness filling his mouth and the small, soft thrust of her hips forward each time he hit a spot just below her glans with his tongue or lips.<br><br>Finally, her fingers dug into his hair painfully for a second before she tried to back away from him. In his mouth, her cock was twitching violently and the taste of the precum had changed. "Shane, it's coming. Let me go!" She was trying to get away from him for some reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 04:17:35</strong>
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				Time moved both far too slowly and with surprising swiftness as Shane knelt there, sucking Bailey's cock. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and embarrassment. His mind was a roil of conflicting feelings. All the while, his mouth and tongue worked with a natural, easy skill. <br><br>Bailey's feminine sounds were working on him unconsciously, driving him wild. His own little cock grew half-hard, the most it could manage after its recent exertion. He enjoyed the feeling of her hands in his hair, especially when she touched his large and sensitive ears. He tried to lose himself in the pleasure of the moment, to no think about whether this was wrong or shameful...<br><br>Bailey's grip tightened and her cock started to twitch. He was suddenly very aware of the taste of her precum -- oh god, he was tasting it! -- and he heard her telling her to let him go, from far off. Startled, he actually gagged a bit -- and his mouth clamped down harder as a reflex, his tongue pressing against that spot right below her glans again. His eyes watered and he slowly began to pull back, but his speed wasn't matching the strange urgency in her voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 05:07:43</strong>
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				Bailey seemed to panic more and more and her fingers had a desperate strength, but Shane's clamping down and grip held her on place until she tripped and fell, dragging Shane with. In the tumble and confusion of limbs, Bailey came with a squeak. Like shane, she did not produce a lot of semen, but two small shots of it erupted: one hit the back of Shane's throat and the other struck his lip.<br><br>A few moments were needed to sort the mess of their bodies out and Bailey froze, staring up at him with horror at the gob of cum hanging from his lip. On reflex, she lurched up to suck the cum from his lip only to paise mid motion. Her massive black eyes were so close to his he could see the flecks and minor motions as she looked into his own orbs in fear. She sucked gently to remove the semen then pulled back and blushed, breaking eye contact. In a heavy, breathy voice she finally spoke, "That was wonderful, Shane. Thank You."<br><br>She began to try and disentangle them before they had a falling out. bailey moved like a woman expecting rejection, but she had a small smile on her face. She had enjoyed herself and wished, futilely, for more. Her small cock was only half soft now; she had far more stamina than Shane. bailey was no blushing virgin by any measure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 04:46:58</strong>
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				Shane was startled as Bailey stumbled and fell onto him, and at the same time she came into his mouth. One warm blast hit the back of his throat -- and he had swallowed in an instant, out of pure reflex. The second spasm of it landed on his lip, and that one he could feel and taste. He froze along with Bailey, tangled up on the ground, staring at her in surprise. <br><br>She came to him and began to suck the cum off his lip. He didn't pull away. Her motion made him shiver. Having her so close was intoxicating. What he had just done should have been disgusting, sex should have been the furthest thing from his mind...but that wasn't the way it was at all. <br><br>Bailey told him how wonderful their moment had been, and began to move to disentangle from him. Without thinking, he rested his hand on her thigh, gently. Though his own cock was still well drained, his lust was as present as ever...even though it was a lust he didn't really understand. <br><br>"I...wow..." he said breathily, unable to really meet her eye. Her taste was still in his mouth. He licked his lips unconsciously, and didn't take his hand off her thigh. "I don't know what to say," he whispered at last. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 05:55:55</strong>
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				She looked a little shocked and her thigh twitched under his hand. She seemed to be on high alert as her eyes searched his and stared in wonder at his hand. Finally, she smiled and leaned in close, some of her precious confidence coming back, "Well, you say what you feel. "Thanks," "that was nice," or "can I have some more?" Those are all options. I thought you would not be cool with what just happened, Shane."<br><br>She sat down and placed a hand over his, squeezing it a bit, "It's up to you what happens next, I guess. I was pretty riled up esrloer, but I'm calmer now. You're a very cute boy, I barely resisted you all day."<br><br>She edged closer, womdering how comfortable he was. Her elbows were tucked on and her knees close together as she inched toward Shane. "You're almost as attractive as Knutt, in a very different way. He's so macho and, and predatory! Mmm, I want him to fuck me. Do you want to fuck?" Bailey was getting herself worked up again and her face was flushing as she checked out his soft cock. That made her fornw a bit, but her own cock was getting harder and harder, "Well, what's the call, cutie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 03:20:49</strong>
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				Shane remained silent even as Bailey gave him ideas of what he could possibly say. Speaking, in this moment, was a monumental challenge. She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back without thinking.<br><br><em>"It's up to you what happens next, I guess. I was pretty riled up earlier, but I'm calmer now. You're a very cute boy, I barely resisted you all day."</em><br><br>His simmering blush deepened, and he turned his face away slightly. Part of him, beneath the confusion and, yes, the attraction, was feeling stupid and angry. It seemed impossibly unfair that the first girl to ever seem so genuinely attracted to him wasn't a...a "normal" girl at all. He suppressed that bitterness as best he could; Bailey's presence helped with that. <br><br><em>"You're almost as attractive as Knutt, in a very different way. He's so macho and, and predatory! Mmm, I want him to fuck me. Do you want to fuck?" </em><br><br>Again, the revelation of Sharr attraction to Knutt was confusing for Shane. He thought about how it had felt to be in the wolf-man's presence earlier that day. Frightening. Oppressive. Hard to think. The smell of him filling up the room. The sheer power and size of his flesh. <br><br>Shane shivered, though his cock was twitching a bit without him realizing it. <br><br>"I...I think I'd better, um...I'd better call it a night." He shifted awkwardly and looked Bailey in the eyes for the first time in a while. "I'm sorry. I'm just suddenly very...tired." <br><br>He struggled to his feet, his legs trembling slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 21:16:46</strong>
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				Bailey's smile followed him as he rose and she remained seated as he made his way to her door. Her eyes were big and moist and she was pulling her legs together and covering her excited member with her hands. She smiled at him, but there was a bit of sadness to it.<br><br>She then got up and hurriedly put on some clothes while helping him find his. At the door, she held it for him and set a hand on his shoulder, "It was nice spending time with you, Shane. Uhmm, we are always on that hill Rudolph led you to earlier. I'd love to spend another afternoon with you... as friends of course."<br><br>Outside the door, Shane heard voices coming down the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 17:29:39</strong>
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				Shane felt significantly more comfortable once they were both dressed again. Things felt more normal, less surreal. And with Bailey's member hidden, it was much easier to forget that particular troubling detail. Looking at her now, he could almost fool himself completely...<br><br>"It was nice...spending time with you too," he said shyly, "Thanks for, um...for being so nice."<br><br>Before he could say more, Shane heard voices approaching. His heart jumped into his throat, and he hurriedly checked his clothing to make sure it wasn't terribly askew -- and found it to be far more rumpled than normal. If the approaching voices belonged to anyone suspicious, they might notice something awry, but what could he do about that now? <br><br>Trying to act casual, Shane did his best to figure out which direction he would need to walk to return to his own bedroom. Oh bother, was he lost again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 01:06:16</strong>
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				Bailey smiled shyly and held the door for Shane as he adjusted his rumpled clothes and backed into the hallway. She showed just a little hurt in her eyes at his behavior, but she understood why he would be embarrassed by this situation. She smiled at him and her eyes were dark and held back. "Come back anytime, Shane." Her tone of voice made it clear she feared he would not.<br><br>The door shut quietly even as Shane tried to remember how to navigate the building. Two Sharr rounded the corner and Shane recognized them from earlier. One nudged the other and pointed Shane out with his chin. They eyed him warily then whispered to one another and chuckled loudly before going into their room. At least one thing seemed likely, the direction they had come from might be the exit. Maybe, outside, Shane could reorient himself again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 01:11:59</strong>
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				Once Bailey had shut the door, Shane immediately began to feel guilty about his behavior...but his head was still spinning, and the presence of the two Sharr in the hall immediately forced him to deal with the challenge in front of him. They chuckled at him, recognizing him from earlier, and he blushed a bright red as they entered their room.<br><br>He moved swiftly away from Bailey's room after that, guilt and shame and embarrassment and anger all distracting him. He was exhausted, on top of everything else. He just needed to find his bed.<br><br>Outside, the cool night air washed over his sweaty fur, and he let out a little sigh. That felt better. He closed his eyes and took several long, slow breaths, then looked around him, determined to find the right path. The moment a direction felt even slightly right to him, he would walk that way, hoping that the familiarity would grow and he would find his dorm once again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 01:17:38</strong>
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				Looking around, Shane spied more than a few landmarks that rooted him in place. The night illumination made it somewhat alien, but that was the dormitory sign and that had been the door he used much earlier. Inside would be lit with candles surely.<br><br>Even as relief at locating himself surges, a figure loomed behind him, enveloping his shadow with its, "There is a curfew for freshmen, Sharr." A voice growled at Shane and it had to be... when he turned, it was revealed to be Knutt, the Birnean professor. He war glaring down at Shane and he was close enough that his musk flowed over the boy. "If you were planning to leave, perhaps to join Rudolph's illicit activities, then i would hurry for the gate. Otherwise, get back in the dorms, now."<br><br>He stood and waited for Shane to decide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 01:30:24</strong>
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				Shane enjoyed a moment or two of feeling confident he was in the clear before coming nearly face-to-crotch with Professor Knutt. Shane's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at the Birnean, his eyes wide. <br><br>The professor's musk washed over Shane like a physical thing, immediately triggering both his fight-or-flight adrenaline and, for some terrible and strange reason, the lust Bailey had so recently been stoking herself. His cock began to tingle as he backed up a foot, nearly stumbling. <br><br>"Oh, um, I-I-I'm sorry!" Shane said meekly, terrified and off balance. "I didn't know!" he protested just a bit too loudly, before swallowing and struggling to compose himself. <br><br>"I really do want to head back to my dorm room," Shane said, a slight edge of desperation in his voice, "But this place is so big and dark and confusing! I don't know where it is!" <br><br>Lowering his blushing face, Shane turned and tried to take a step past Knutt, hoping he could get inside and find his room before embarrassing himself further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 20:51:43</strong>
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				The Birnean watched the Sharr with predatory eyes as the boy inched oast him and then darted a glance down. He could easily smell the saliva, scent, and hormones of another male Sharr on the boy. He knew the scent, though not well. It was one of the crossdressing pervert who hung out with Rudolph. As the Sharr made its last atep away from him, he let a rumbling grow, move through his throat, "Careful what crowd you get mixed up in, Sharr. Some decisions cannot be taken back. Some decisions will change your life forever."<br><br>He flicked his tail and snapped his teeth before striding off into town for the night. Knutt cared little for the Sharr folk. He didn't even think about eating as he had in his youth. The Rams were a provlem he contended with each year as they tried strutting and posturing around him to impress females, a few females even did it these days to impress other females, but the looks he got from Rudolph's group were the worst. A couple looked at him like henlooked at a potential mate, such as Gunnhilde or other female Birneans. Mixed up, crazy sheep: he snorted again.<br><br>Shane was free to runnto his room, if he recalled the path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 02:46:34</strong>
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				Knutt's growl and angry words shocked Shane, causing his eyes to go wide. He stumbled back another step, looking in timid fear at the Birnean. What could he possibly say in response?! He simply nodded and mumbled out a quick "Yes sir, of course sir!" and took off down the hallway after Knutt left. <br><br>The Birnean's musk seemed to cling to him, even after he had found a washroom and thoroughly cleansed himself. His hands were still shaking when he found the door to his room and slipped into bed. His sleep was troubled by very strange -- and intensely erotic -- dreams.<br><br>Upon awaking the next day, Shane was exhausted. He had no idea what time he had gotten to sleep, but it had evidently been too late. He groaned as he got out of bed and dressed in one of his few other outfits -- a pair of tight pants made of undyed natural material, which came down to his knees, and a white shirt open at the neck and a bit more ruffly than he would have liked, thanks to being packed and wrinkled. Still, his options were limited. <br><br>He headed out to his day of school, trying his very best to forget about the events of the previous night. He still wasn't sure how he felt about what had happened with Bailey, except that he knew it was too confusing to think about on an empty stomach. He had time to head to the dining area to eat before his first class, so he intended to do just that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 02:02:54</strong>
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				The doning commons were bustling as always. Since they were the only place students could get free meals, students used it as a sort of hang out. The green where Shane had encountered the various groups of Sharr yesterday were nearby as well. Equines hung out there, too, but most of them stayed in the dining area itself. The big horses were far more used to buildings than the rural Sharrfolk were. So, the place buzzed with voices and the large, misky scent of equines, but the smell of Birnean was present within it andd it plucked at Shane's nerves.<br><br>Looking around, she spotted Knutt in the area of tables reserved for staff. They had to pay for meals, at the cheap, so they were a rarer sight, but knutt made eating breakfast here a havit. It was spcheap and conveniently close to his apartments. Also, since the university wanted to attract Birneans, it had a small section of meat dishes alongside the mostly vegetarian meals for the equine and Sharrfolk.<br><br>For Shane, there was the option of hot porridge or oatmeal as well as cold fruits and somt type of sweet pastry. For Knutt, there were hamsteaks and bacon vut little else. He took some of each and a vowl or poridge with honey in it. He sat eating quietly, silently, and stared aspt the student body as he ate. Many were made nervous or discomfited by his stare and he enjoyed that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 21:23:14</strong>
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				The mixture of sights and smells had Shane on edge as soon as he entered the dining commons, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had to eat, after all. As his roving gaze moved across Knutt, it locked on the professor for a long moment, held there as if by magic. His eyes widened as he watched the Birnean eating his meat. Feeling a bit dizzy, Shane turned to face the food and got himself some oatmeal and fruit. <br><br>He moved to find a seat, feeling a prickle of nervousness running along his spine he just couldn't shake. He was fortunate enough to grab a table just as it was vacated by a group of Equines, and he sat down and began eating immediately.<br><br>His eyes wouldn't stop finding Knutt. At first he thought it was just a natural prey instinct, to keep his vision on a possible predator, as primitive and wrong as that instinct was in this place. After a while, though, something began to prickle at the back of Shane's mind. Some dim memory...<br><br>When he realized what it was, Shane gasped and nearly choked. It was a half-recalled dream from the night before. It had been a replay of that erotic, confusing, embarrassing session with Bailey...only with Knutt in the place of the fellow Sharr! My god, that was sick! How could he...why had he...oh, god!<br><br>As his mind wandered back with horror through that dream, Shane didn't realize he was staring at Knutt once more. Beneath his tight pants, Shane's little cock was hardening...and he was starting to do rather suggestive things with the banana he was eating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 22:54:36</strong>
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				Knutt was used to stares. His world was filled with people who mistrusted him, dislike him, or were morbidly curious. There were also those who hated him. Knutt would have been surprised more by friendship or kindness than hatred. So, as he scanned the cantina, spotting someone looking at him with a weird, twisted look of dreams caught him by surprise. He couldn't quite make out the steange stare but he recognized the Sharr staring at him. It was the freshman from his class yesterday and that he had chastized last night. He frowned and stared back for a fee seconds then let his muzzle pull back in a snarl.<br><br>He did not need mooncalf Sharr staring at him like a nice bit of oats. What was wrong with that kid? He stood and cleaned his tavle before stalking towards the exit. As he passed the kid's tavle he snarled, "Stop staring at me kid, or you will regret it deeply."<br><br>After Knutt left, Shane spotted Bailey and a couple others from that group enter. They had not spotted him yet, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 03:40:39</strong>
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				Shane's eyes widened hugely when he finally realized the Knutt was staring back at him. When the professor showed his teeth in a smile, Shane very nearly wet himself in fright. It only got worse as Knutt actually stood up and approached him, and it was all the poor Sharr could do not to leap out of his seat and take off running. <br><br>After Knutt spoke to him, Shane's gaze fell down to the table in front of him, obligingly not staring for one moment longer at the professor. His heart was thudding in his chest and he felt sick, and when he finally gained the courage to look up again Knutt was gone -- but Bailey and a few of her friends were there instead. <br><br>He wasn't sure what he should do, or how he should act towards Bailey, but right now his legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't have stood up if he wanted to. Knutt had given him a cold sweat, he realized, as well as a painfully stiff erection he couldn't explain. That was another good reason to remain seated then. <br><br>When Bailey's gaze passed over him, Shane forced a weak and nervous smile on his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 03:08:44</strong>
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				Bailey sees and smiles at Shane, even waving as she and her friends went tot he food counter. They noticed him as well and Shane seemed to be the center of a brief, intense whispering session before they disappeared. It had been a different group from yesterday though. Today, Bailey had been surrounded by four large equine males.<br><br>Bailey next appeared as the group went to a table and they seemed to be laughing and playing. Bailey sat in one of the males' laps and was fed bits of fruit and spoonfuls of food while the others laughed. She seemed to be blushing but her normal assertive self, teasing them back. She even switched laps a few times, seeming to be stoking the jealousy of her companions. Shane noticed the group getting several smoking looks from disapproving eyes as well as more than a few envious or confused looks. The group did not notice at all.<br><br>Life and the world, though, continued revolving and it was soon approaching time for her classes. Shane had a couple classes this day, but Knutt's class was tomorrow. Shane had all of this day to wrap his head around these new, confusing feelings and situations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 22:33:57</strong>
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				Watching Bailey interact with the equines was a surreal experience...and one that kept Shane hard despite himself. She moved with an easy, casual grace between the equines, sitting on their laps and laughing with them. He felt a tinge of jealousy, but when he examined the feeling he wasn't sure what was really behind it. Who was he jealous of, here? And why?<br><br>Regardless, it wasn't long before Shane had to get to class. He did his best to hide his budding erection as he hurried out of the dining area, and made his way across the confusing campus to his next lecture. <br><br>The day passed in a hectic blur, with new experiences of all sorts washing over Shane, keeping him off balance, alternately excited and overwhelmed, confused and interested. Once the final class was over he stumbled to the dining hall, then the library, dragging his exhausted feet through the motions. His head felt stuffed and dizzy, but he also felt proud of himself. He'd made it this far. He hadn't cracked yet. It would only get easier from here...right?<br><br>He studied as much as he could manage before bed. The next morning brought a shower, a change of clothes, and then he was off to do it all again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 22:43:12</strong>
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				The day was simple and exhausting. He had two classes and each assigned a pile of homework for Shane to wrestle with atop the problem of his own moral quandaries. What was he supposed to do with all these complicated scenarios the big, twisted city was offering. His home had been simple and straightforward. He would grow up, his family would probably semi-arrange a marriage, he might find a profession instead of toil in the fields, and henwould grow fat and old surrounded by children and cpgrandchildren as so many generations had before him. Simple and easy!<br><br>Here, new and confusing options and emotions were warring for his attentions. What would a life like Bailey's be like? What would his future hold? What did it all mean? Then, he had to maintain his grades as well or hisnposition at the academy would be jeopardized and he would be sent home. Would that be a provlem after all?<br><br>He found his visit to the cantina sedate that afternoon and again in the evening. He did not spot Knutt around campus and only saw the group which was confusing him from afar a few times. He found himself tucked away in his bed safely again pondering the world and the next morning's return to Knutt's class when he suddenly recalled the treatise he was meant to read.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 01:00:38</strong>
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				Shane stiffened under his bedclothes at the thought of the intimidating professor and the treatise he had studied once, just briefly, but had nowhere near mastered. Oh gods, what was he going to do? He wasn't sure what time it was, but it was clearly too late to do anything about it now. He wracked his brain, struggling to recall every detail he could...and finding it scanty at best. So much had happened since then. So much more than seemed realer and more vital than the dry treatise...<br><br>He wasn't sure how long he spent tossing and turning, searching for a solution that just didn't exist. Eventually, having worn himself out with worry, he did manage to sleep. And so, the next day, he edged nervously into Knutt's class just moments before it was scheduled to begin, searching and failing to find a seat near the back -- of course, they were all taken. Shane ended up very near the front and center, clad in a loose salmon-colored shirt and a pair of yellow canvas shorts. <br><br>He was already sweating and wiggling with nerves before the professor even arrived. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 02:18:01</strong>
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				Knutt strode into the classroom and it was onvious we was in a foul mood. University veterans would know henusually was, but yesterday and the first day of classes he had taught three rooms of kids and none of them showed much promise. Now, he was in the second classes of the week and he swung his vision over the classroom as he set down a copy of the treatise he had assigned. The first scanned were those in back. The slackers always tried hiding there. He noted the usual suspects and a few of the newbies and sighed. They would find that hiding in back never worked at all. Did they think teachers did not know that trick?<br><br>He scanned the middle and front rows faster than the back as they were usually filled with either the mediocre or overachievers. A few, he notes, looked nervous. These probably had read but did not understand the material. He noted these as deserving forgiveness, at least. Finally, his vision snagged on a Sharr in the front who looked familiar. He paused and let his vision rest there while he recalled the other night then the scene in his office with Rudolph, who was sitting, Knutt noted, a few rows up and several over. He noted this one for being too nervous as well as his vision catching for a moment for another, more confusing, reason.<br><br>He set his things down and the paced in front of the board a few times, letting the tension in the room grow. He finally threw a hand up and pointed out a student in back, "Where did Samius theorize the origin of humans to be?" After that, it was a rapid fire session of question, answers, and ridicule for those who got them wrong. For those Knutt had noted in back, he grilled them hard and ridiculed them most, the middle got corrected and encouraged, the front was only called when Knutt needed correct answers after getting wrong answers. Finally, the long dreaded moment came for Shane, "You, the lost Sharr, what are the three categories that Samius seperated humans into?"<br><br>Shane felt a tap up his elvow then a small scrap of paper was pressed against his hand. Knutt's eyes were trained on Shane for now though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 03:11:10</strong>
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				Shane's tension built as the class progressed, worse than ever before. Knutt had made him feel nervous and skittish from the very beginning, but now he actually had something to hide. He had actually done something wrong. He avoided eye contact, then when that felt suspicious he made extra eye-contact. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt safe.<br><br>What little information he had retained from what he had read slipped out of his mind thanks to his fear as Knutt prowled the classroom, asking one student after another for answers -- and mercilessly mocking those who were wrong. More and more information left Shane's head. His heart was pounding. He was sweating. He eyed the door nervously, fantasizing about a world in which he could just take off running...<br><br>Suddenly, Knutt's eyes were on him, and everything seemed to slow down. Shane took a deep breath, realizing he hadn't even heard the question. Not that it mattered -- he wouldn't be able to answer it anyway. His mouth hung open dumbly. <br><br>Then, a touch on his elbow. A paper in his hand. Before he could think twice, he grabbed at the potential salvation. Had someone passed him the answers? He&nbsp; moved his hand and looked down at paper, praying it somehow escaped Knutt's notice -- and immediately blurted out whatever words he saw written there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 06:22:35</strong>
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				<em>The categories are Evon, Albon, and Arbon. Your welcome,<br><br>P.S. How was Bailey's mouth-pussy the other day?</em><br><br>Knutt smiled as the answer poired out, even though he had noticed. Did the Sharr think he would believe he was answering the question looking down at his lap instead of at him? The terror in his face at first had been delicious, but now it would be even better. Then he frowned as the Sharr read the rest of whatever it was looking at. That had probably not been meant for public ears. Of course, Knutt knew who Bailey was; he knew who most of those perverts were.<br><br>He vrushed aside the embarassing comment even ass the classroom erupted in laughter. A few people eyed the Sharr with derision or a amusement. Rudolph seemed the most amused of all. Knutt waited then cut the air with a sharp growl. "Enough. The answer was correct. However, I doubt you knew it. So, explain to me the categorical difference."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 06:43:47</strong>
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				The triumph and relief he felt at suddenly having the answer in his grasp carried Shane right through the P.S. before he could stop his nervous tongue. His cheeks burned as the classroom erupted in laughter. He sunk lower in his chair, feeling like a fool. No only was his ignorance exposed, so was his tryst with Bailey! <br><br>Somehow, things got worse. Shane cowered in his seat and looked up at Knutt as the professor pressed him for further details, silencing the class with a growl that made something deep and vulnerable in Shane quiver. <br><br>"I..." Shane began, "I don't know, Sir. I'm sorry." His cheeks were blazing with a blush, but what else could he do but admit the truth?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 07:17:54</strong>
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				Knutt glared for a full ten seconds longer than needed to turn most students into puddles of nerves then added ten more seconds. He wanted this Sharr to wet its pants in fear rather than disappoint him again. He then dismissed the kid by moving his eyes to Rudolph, "Answer the question, since you thought to help the little pervert."<br><br>Rudolph sat back and grinned, "Evon were supposedly tall, dark skinned, and lived in the south. Albon lived in the north and were big. Arbon were the imperial race; they were short, thick, and numerous. Uhmm, there were a lot of cultural differences as well, Evon and Albon were primitive like Birn.. Er, well, barbarians while the Arbon were the source of civilization, if you believe Samius."<br><br>Knutt chopped his hand and Rudolph quieted, "Indeed, plenty of differences and Samius is not an authority on them. He has a firm grip on some early history though." Knutt moved to the board and began to lecture on the rise of the three main branches of human evolution and their early ciivilizations, pausing only to ask a question from the text or ensure people were taking notes. Finally, he set down the chalk and dusted his hands. Through the lecture he had been dusting his hands on his kilt, which left a large white cloud on the cloth over his backside and had displayed his tone quite well. He turned back to his class and cast severe looks over everyone, "We have on more class this week, Friday, and I want everyone to have read Samius by then. Dismissed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 06:27:45</strong>
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				Knutt's stare nearly melted Shane, and when the professor finally turned his attention to Rudolph, the dismissive brand of Shane as a "little pervert" rang in his mind like a slap. He didn't hear Rudolph's response. He heard little throughout the rest of the class, in fact. He was stunned. Humiliated. Near breaking.<br><br>His fear and strange fascination with Knutt only grew. His staring became worse. His large bright eyes lingered far too long on the Birnean's chalk-dusted kilt, and he found parts of his mind wondering about the muscles and strength posessed by such a creature. Such a predator. It was a sick and twisted fascination, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself. <br><br>He had to confront this. He couldn't let this stand. If he said nothing now, then he'd be useless until the next class period, unable to think of anything but Knutt calling him a pervert in front of everyone. As hard as it was, Shane forced himself to remain in his seat after the class was dismissed. Eventually, he was the only one left with Knutt.<br><br>His heart was pounding, and he was sweating. He got unsteadily up onto his hooves. He had planned to walk dramatically over toe Knutt's desk, but as he didn't trust his legs to support, he stayed standing where he was instead. <br><br>"I'm s-sorry I d-didn't know the answer," Shane said in a shakey voice that was as clear and loud as he could make it without shouting. "B-but I'm n-not a pervert. You s-shouldn't have said that. In front of everyone." Shane found himself near tears now. His face was flushed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 07:47:59</strong>
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				Knutt had not been paying attention to the class filing out nor the one staying behind. When the voice rang out he turned snarling but froze as he saw the Sharr boy standing with what was probably all of his courage and confronting what every instinct had to tell him was a predator. HE cocked his head to the side and his ears twitched with curiosity. The comment, in any other situation, would have sent him into a towering rage, but the image of this boy, barely able to stand, and staring him down was so rare.<br><br>The Equines often dismissed him or, in a group, would stand their ground, but even the massive horses would not meet the predator's eye when he was angry. Even their civilized brains knew to fear an enraged Birnean. This Sharr was country stock and ran on instinct. Knutt was massively impressed, but the comment was not incorrect. He stalked closer to Shane and leaned down to look in his eyes, "Perhaps I should not have been so insensitive in public, yes. Perhaps." he growled the last, "But you will not call me a liar. Do you think I do not know who Bailey is?" He glowered at the boy. Of course, he tracked all the perverts. Knutt could not admit why, but they fascinated him. "If you were enjoying sexual relations with that Sharr, then you are a pervert. Or did that pervert rape you?"<br><br>He stood and reached out one long claw to tilt the Sharr's head up to look at it. As Shane's head moved, it could make out the line of Knutt's kilt over something long and swaying freely. Then over his massive torso and muscles. Even long since trained, Knutt was an impressive male specimen by any species' standards. His eyes were forced to meet Knutt's and the Birnean stared at him steadily, waiting for an answer as his musk poured over Shane, vastly different but far more potent than Bailey's musk had ever been.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 22:32:50</strong>
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				Each of Knutt's little movements took on an exagerrated significance for the terrified Shane. His legs ached with a desire to run as he saw the Birnean's ears twitch. As the professor slowly approached, Shane really did wish that he could run away, but now the fear was so intense that his fight or flight reflex was overloaded. Instead, he was glued to the spot. If this was the bad old days, he'd be doomed to be a meal for the Birnean. As it was, he wasn't entirely sure that wasn't going to happen. <br><br>Knutt growled at him, but buried within that growl was a tiny nod to Shane, that perhaps the Birnean shouldn't have been quite so insensitive in front of the class. That gem, though, was buried beneath a stern admonishment for Shane not to call him a liar -- and a harsh rebuke of Shane for his activities with Bailey...activities which he couldn't deny. <br><br>Shane's lips moved, but he was silent. His big blue eyes started up into Knutt's as the professor tilted his head with his claw, making him shiver. Then his eyes nervously darted down Knutt's body, lingering for a few moments too long on his muscles, on a mysterious line under his kilt. Then with a tilt of his claw Knutt demanded his attention once again, and Shane was staring into Knutt's eyes from closer than ever before, bathing in the professor's musk, which made him light headed and brought his little cock to a rock hard, shuddering erection before he knew it. <br><br>"I...she didn't...Bailey didn't...rape me," Shane admitted with a hot blush, in a small and embarrassed voice, "But I'm not a...." he couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't say he wasn't a pervert again, only to have Knutt argue with him. Instead he swallowed nervously, shifting from one hoof to the other, his eyes occasionally moving back to Knutt's body, noting how much larger it was than Shane's own...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 17:59:02</strong>
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				Knutt watched idly as the boy stuttered. Sharr were relatively new to the university, especially this country type, but Knutt was more or less used to their ways. They had been at University longer than Birneans, but Knutt knew they were mostly timid types. Well, except a few distinct subtypes and subcultures. He momentarily though of the large, female types that competed with the rams. They were an odd bunch, but Shane was more or less typical. The male had odd sexual appetites though,<br><br>Tek's nose caught the little Sharr's aroused state and hismlip curled up as he suddenly moved. He grabbed the small male and lifted him up from his seat. "Don't move an inch." He growled then unceremoniously pointed to the tent there, however small it was. Instructors at this ancient university had full rights to humiliated, punish, and otherwise handle students. There was ni lovey-dovey politically correct rules protecting students from such treatment. Knutt looked accusingly down at the doys underclothes and the obviously erect member, "See, you're turned on by this here? Me admonishing you? A Sharr wants to get fucked by a Birnean? What next? You're a pervert and a deviant. Did thismlittle thing satisfy zbailry or did she have to fuck you? I hear she like top and bottom."<br><br>Knutt chuckled and looked into the boy's eyes, holdig them with kust his own vision, "Well, what now? Defend yourself now, pervert." Knutt was enjoying this display. He had not had an opportunity to express his more feral side in quite a bit. His blood was pumping and his senses told him the boy was a nervous wreck. Still, he did not know what would happen next as he leaned in and smiled, trying to panic the Sharr even more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 18:04:10</strong>
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				Shane let out a small, panicked sound of distress as Knutt lifted him up. He'd never made a sound like that before -- it was animalistic and feminine, the sound of a prey animal in anguish at the world and unable to do anything about it. He was frozen in place, his legs locked, rooted to the ground before Knutt had even commanded him to remain still. <br><br>Shane felt Knutt's growl like fingers drawn along his spine, and then to his absolute shock the professor pointed to the tiny tent in Shane's pants. His little cock was as hard as it ever had been before, for some reason Shane didn't quite understand, but it was still barely four inches long -- and the Birnean was drawing attention to it! He teased Shane, insulted him, and asked him about the details of his encounter with Bailey. <br><br>"Please I...I..." Shane stammered, blushing so intensely he thought he might pass out. And all the while he was bathed and surrounded by Knutt's musk, his body feeling smaller and more in danger than it ever had been before next to the powerful presence of this Birnean. <br><br>Shane felt lost in Knutt's eyes, as if he were diving into them, big dark pools that drew him in and imprisoned him. Knutt's growling voice continued to mock him, and Shane's cock just responded by twitching in his pants, straining to grow harder and be free of the fabric. <br><br>Shane didn't answer Knutt about Bailey at first, but eventually something inside him broke and he start blabbing, just hoping it would be enough to get the Birnean to back off. "S-she tricked me! S-she sucked m-me and then I s-sucked her..." One of Shane's hands had come up defensively and now rested lightly on Knutt's chest, as if he could somehow push the massive Birnean away. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 20:05:36</strong>
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				Knutt chuckled darkly at the Sharr's reaction then looked around him seuddenly and acknowledged they were in a classrooom about to fill again. He suddenyl stepped back from Shane and glared down at him, "You liked sucking her, huh? Are you a man or a woman, to like sucking on cocks? Maybe you're something else? Who knows. Either way, do not call me out again and make sure to read the assignment this time or I will be far less forgiving next time. I might just make you suck mine as punishment!"<br><br>Knutt barked another dark laugh then walked past Shane, patting his ass once dismissively.<br><br>Then the Sharr was left alone with the sea of confusion rumbling around his head as another class began to file in. Several students gave him curious or dismissive looks. Then it occured to Shane that a lot of students in his class had not read the assignment, and there were only two public copies. If he did not get to the library in time, he would need to face the Birnean again to read his copies or come to class unprepared again and face the wolf then. Either way, Shane would need to confront Professor Knutt and his aggressive, powerful masculinity again, but which would be the better situation? Surely, reading a library copy was the best plan.<br><br>Just then, an Equine professor strode in and looked at Shane darkly, "If you are not in this class, mis.. Er, sir, then get out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 23:11:29</strong>
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				Knutt took a step back, giving Shane a bit more room to breathe -- but that didn't make much of a difference, after what had just occurred. The Birnean's musk lingered on him, as if it coated his wool and clothing. He couldn't shake it. And he had no response at all when Knutt chuckled at him and degraded him, insulting his masculinity -- a sense of masculinity that had already been badly shaken by what had happened with Bailey, and by his body's responses to the professor himself. <br><br>After laughing again and giving Shane a pat on the ass that made him jump, Knutt was gone. Shane was left shivering and sweating, still unable to move, panicked thoughts about the next assignment running through his mind. He might have been paralyzed for an hour if an Equine professor hadn't come into the room and ordered him out -- and oh god, had the Equine been on the verge of calling him miss?! <br><br>Reading the copy in the library was his best -- his only! -- real option. He moved as fast as his unsteady hooves could carry him out into the hallway, then down the halls and across the plazas, making several wrong turns before finding his way to the library and beginning his urgent search for the text he needed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 02:08:31</strong>
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				On the way to the library, Shane passed no other students he recognized but he did pass the striding Knutt who did not did not give the cringing Sharr a second glance. The massive Birnean was busy speaking to an Equine colleague about some matter when Shane passed.<br><br>Inside the library though, hooes high, Shane asked for the manuscript and the clerk smiled brightly as he advised Shane that the next copy was due back at the circularion desk in one hour's time. All he had to do was wait and avoid his terrifying professor. An hour and a half latter thouh, the copy had not arrived. Shane was rold it was being used in study room number four, which he found to be full of the large aggressive types of rams all bent over the document. He recognized them from the back row of class and they did not look happy about something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 05:13:18</strong>
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				Just catching a glimpse of Knutt, even in public and without attracting his attention, made Shane powerfully uneasy. He shivered and felt dizzy, and once again his cock came to a confusingly rigid state that forced him to adjust it surreptitiously as he walked as swiftly as he could into the library. <br><br>As before in the classroom, Knutt's musk seemed to follow him and to linger on his wool and clothes -- or in his mind? -- long after it should have faded. Maybe this was starting to affect him psychologically. Maybe Sharr were never meant to live in close proximity to their predators...<br><br>After waiting as patiently as he could for ninety minutes, Shane was faced with a quandary. Right now, confronting an angry Knutt was the most terrifying thing he could imagine. His ego just couldn't take another round of humiliation like that! And so, as loathe as he was to do so, he knocked timidly on the door of the study room full of rams.<br><br>They were his own people, after all. He could at least be certain they wouldn't eat him.<br><br>"Excuse me," he said in a small voice, "Do you mind if I study along with you? There just aren't enough copies to go around, you know?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 03:44:53</strong>
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				There were three large rams in the room and they all looked up at Shane as he entered. There was suspicion and mistrust in their eyes. Shane recognized it of course, mistrust was a genetic trait of the Sharr Flock. Mistrust and awareness was how the race survived in the wild against the Birnean menace. Still, after a moment they seemed to be relaxing. Shane posed no threat to them physically and, though none in the room might be aware of it, to their alpha male dominance. If anything, his timid request and nervous stance had their protective instincts going. They laughed and motioned him in, "We were just trying to make sense of this thing. This madman keeps going on about places and names of people I ain't never heard of before. Maybe you know something about it?"<br><br>The largest of the males turned the document around and shoved it toward Shane with a derisive snort then leaned back, "We also got these atlases and dictionaries, but the words are stupid. Can't make heads or tails of it; not even sure why we took this dumb class except it is required of all students. What about that Birnean professor? What a joke! Who takes those murderers, rapists, and thieves seriously?"<br><br>The other two laughed and nodded their heads. They continued to talk badly of Knutt and dismiss the subject matter. It was obvious they were just dumb, flock heads. Shane pulled the document to him and saw it was is disarray and disorder. Was that a food stain?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 06:16:32</strong>
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				After a tense moment, Shane felt relief by the reaction of the rams. They were dumb and hopeless at academics, of course. This was familiar. This he could deal with. It didn't matter that they were much bigger than him, and that their horns were thicker and larger while his own were barely nubs. They needed his help!<br><br>Shane was happy to let the rams' insult towards the Birnean professor go bye without comment. He certainly wasn't in a mood to defend Knutt, after what had happened. He laughed along with the others, though he wasn't ready to go along with their total dismissal of the subject matter. There was too much riding on it, for him anyway! <br><br>He took the document in his hands with dismay, wiping the food residue off of it and doing his best to put the pages back in order. Smart as he was, this WAS a challenging document -- and the stress of the situation should he fail to make sense of it wasn't working as a very good motivator -- instead it was just distracting him. He kept thinking of Knutt, and their tense confrontation, and how he had felt...<br><br>"Okay!" he said a little too loudly, as much to focus himself as the rowdy rams. "I think this is where we should start." He read the document aloud from the beginning, and whenever he hit a part the rams didn't understand -- which was often -- he did his best to explain it himself. His answers were incomplete, and sometimes even wrong, but it helped him to solidify some of the information in his own head.<br><br>But this was going to take forever! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 22:10:31</strong>
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				Knutt was happily working in his office. The taste of his encounter with the Sharr Folk male had left a taste on his tongue he had almost forgotten. Part of being civilized was losing the feel for being a predator. He wasn't prey either, exactly. He probabsly wouldn't have even got the taste for it if that Sharr had not been so prey-like. The way he cringed and submitted. The way he smelled and looked at him. The way he stood and cowered in Knutt's pesence were like drugs swirling in his veins. He liked all that but was uncertain why it should all have him deeply aroused. His work uad been progressing, despite interruptions for access to the treatise, but he occasionally had to shake his head to keep it from wandering and thinking of doing things to the Sharr he would normally only do to females. A very strange way to feel.<br><br>Just as he was shaking off one haze, a knock came and the massive equine head of the chief librarian stuck in, "Knutt, one of the two copies we hold has been out for four hours over the limit. We sent someone up to them a couple hours ago, but he doesn't seem to have been any help. Could you?"<br><br>Knutt chuckled. Doris was one of the few Equine he liked so he didn't mind being asked, occasionally, to be the scary Birnean. He nodded and took the room number to go and look in on it. He was also miffed that someone was monopolizing the documents he had assigned. It was unfair to everyone else to do so. He stalked up to the room and opened the door without glancing through the window. Six sets of Sharr eyes looked up at him and he growled deep in his throat. Five were block heads from his class. He was prepared for some big, dump luga but seeing the face of the mLe from earlier made him hesitate briefly before grolwing deeply, "There are others, more intelligent, who need access to that socument. What in the blazes is taking so long? Has this ones perverted brain or those five's thick skulls caused the problem?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 02:48:54</strong>
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				It was very easy for Shane and the group to lose track of time, of course. Shane was concentrating on nothing more than memorizing as much as he could as fast as he could, and answering the questions of the rams when they had them. There was a large waterclock in the hallway outside they could have checked to monitor the time, but no one thought of it -- and Shane didn't even know that there was a time limit for the scroll.<br><br>He was starting to feel mentally exhausted when the door opened, and he jerked his head up and around -- his back had been to the door -- and gasped. It was professor Knutt! Instantly his heart began to pound, he began to sweat, and his cock and spine both tingled. Oh no, what was this all about? <br><br><em>"There are others, more intelligent, who need access to that document. What in the blazes is taking so long? Has this ones perverted brain or those five's thick skulls caused the problem?"</em><br><br>Unwilling to accept the blame himself but not about to blame the five more masculine rams, Shane found himself stuck -- and regardless, he was just about speechless due to Knutt's sudden appearance. He worked his mouth soundlessly for several long moments before managing.<br><br>"S-sorry sir, I d-didn't realize there was a...a time limit," he began to gather up the pages and organize them as best he could, cursing the stains and disrepair the rams had left upon it. He was uncomfortably aware that they had barely gotten halfway through the document. There was still so much he didn't know...<br><br>"H-here you go, sir," Shane said, handing over the document with a trembling hand, swallowing his pride as he ignored the "perverted" remark from Knutt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 06:35:51</strong>
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				As meek as Shane took the reprimand and the looming Birnean, the five rams reacted strongly. Each stood up and towered over Shane, though they stood a head shorter than Knutt easily. This close, it was hard not to compare the bulky, aggressive Rams with the powerful, predatory form of Knutt. He stood calmly and met each ram's eyes as they tried to use bravado to make Knutt back down. They bleated about needing the time, about how Shane was helping them, demanded that "some filthy birnean scum apologize for his remarks," and made other demands that Knutt obviously paid no heed to. THe rams seemed to be overlooking that Knutt ahd again called Shane a pervert. All while their bleating was going on though, he gazed through them at Shane. He could feel those predatory, yellow eyes locked onto him and boring into his soul.<br><br>They said Birneans could smell fear, could they smell other things? The rams were getting more aggressive and belligerent. Shane felt the gaze unpin him and snap to the rams who were almost chest to chest with him and he snapped out a bark. It cut the air like a jagged blade and even the rams felt a [primal shiver of fear rattle up their spines. This was not the bark of a dog, nor was it civilized. All Sharr knew the bark of a hunting Birnean; it was part of their DNA to be scared of that sound. Only a hunting howl would be worse. For thousands of Sharr, that had been the last sound they ever heard. "You five, get out of here now. You have learned as much as your thick skulls will ever absorb from the text." They hesitated a second, then another bark sent them scurrying. Maybe, in the fields of Shane's home they might have charged. Maybe, in numbers they would have won, but this was no field.<br><br>After they left, those eyes bored into Shane again and he barked something more derisive and dismissive, "You may be a pervert, Sharr, but you are not stupid. Hmm." Knutt looked down at the text and growled a dangerous sound. He held up the disorganized and stained pages and snapped his teeth together in a loud clicking sound. He held them under Shane's nose, "This is a crime! They, they are hornheads, barely capable of thought their horns take up so much room in their craniums, but you? You have neither the horns... nor the manhood" He glanced down at Shane's lap, "for that excuse! This must be replaced. I will give the library one of my copies. You will scribe me a replacement for my collection."<br><br>Knutt turned and, with a brief motion to follow, led Shane to his office where he slapped the soiled pages down on his desk then took out a clean copy and handed it to Shane, "Take this to the librarian and come back immediately." When Shane returned, the desk he had sat in yesterday, where he met Rudolph, had an inkpot and clean copy of the text as well as a clean scroll. Knutt looked up briefly and growled, "I want neat, clean script. Legible. MAtch my own penmanship as best as possible." Then he looked down at his work and left Shane to his punishment. Knutt's scroll has a sweeping, beautiful cursive hand and the letters were both clear as well as beautiful to see. He, apparently, was not just a brute beast but a civilized scholar as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 23:25:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shane's heart was in his throat as the rams reacted with typical ram idiocy to the professor. Shane shrunk back, suddenly surrounded by powerful, aggressive males. The rams stood up for him, sure, but it was still an embarrassing display of stupidity from his people. Shane closed his eyes tightly, wishing the awful moment of tension would end, and when he opened his blue eyes he found himself staring right into the Birnean's yellow ones. Knutt was paying no attention to the rams around him. Instead the professor was staring right at him, pinning him in place with his powerful eyes. <br><br>At last Knutt reacted to the bleating of the rams in front of him, barking once, sharply, in a way that made Shane jump and quite nearly wet his pants in terror. He was a trembling mess, and he could see the rams were affected as well. He ordered them all out of the room -- all except for Shane -- and another awful bark sparked them into obedience. Suddenly, Shane was alone with the Birnean. <br><br><em>"You may be a pervert, Sharr, but you are not stupid. Hmm."</em><br><br>The mixture of insult and compliment left Shane unsure of how to respond, so he remained silent, his eyes locked by Knutt's even though he badly wanted to look away. He wasn't a pervert, damn it, he wasn't...but he knew better than to object. He would just have to take the professor's recognition that he wasn't stupid as a compliment. And, he found to his surprise, it did bolster his ego more than a little bit. <br><br><em>"This is a crime! They, they are hornheads, barely capable of thought their horns take up so much room in their craniums, but you? You have neither the horns... nor the manhood" </em><br><br>Hot embarrassment flashed across Shane's features as Knutt's eyes clearly moved to stare at his lap for a moment. Shane shifted his hooves in humiliation, wanting badly to run away. The size of a male's horns was, in Sharr culture, often linked to his masculinity, and some said it had a very clear relationship to the size of his cock. The fact that Shane had little more than nubs had long been a sore-spot for him, but he had almost forgotten about that bit of self-consciousness...until now. <br><br>Moments later, Shane found himself following Knutt out of the study room and to his office -- the very place he had been trying to avoid! Several times he actually tried to plant his hooves and to stay where he was, but Knutt's gesture to follow seemed an impossible compulsion to ignore, and he kept right behind him. In the office he was handed a clean copy of the manuscript and given his orders. He nodded, his cheeks red, and hurried down to hand over the manuscript to the librarian. There he had a moment to contemplate escape...before his obedient hooves carried him back into danger. <br><br>Knutt commanded him to make a copy of the manuscript, and Shane took a heavy seat with a shy nod. He was struck by Knutt's penmanship -- not at all the harsh animalistic scrawl he would have guessed.&nbsp; Fortunately for Shane, his own skill with a pen was one of his greatest assets. He tried his best to steady his pounding heart, knowing that would lead to blotches, and began to make the copy that Knutt had requested, matching the flowing script quite well. <br><br>As long as he focused on his task, his terror lessened. Every time he had to get a fresh page or re-dip his pen, however, his eyes locked on Knutt, staring in awe and terror at the Birnean's snout, his fangs, his powerful body, his kilt...and he lost several seconds of work time before he mastered himself once more.<br><br>As always, Shane had a trembling erection in the presence of the Birnean, and he had to shift frequently to keep it from becoming uncomfortable. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>01-11-2014, 00:52:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Knutt had more than a few times punished a student and had to deal with their anger, nervousness, or beligerance. He was used to the immaturity of most of them and resigned to their anger. So, it was with extreme frustration he dealt with Shane. The Sharr was nervous and afraid, of course, but the little pervert was also aroused! Knutt had no idea how to deal with it. He kept his snout in his work and ignored the Sharr as he did his penance.<br><br>Knutt wasn't sure why he was picking the kid out and torturing him either. The damage to his scroll was obviously the rams' faults, not Shane's, but it had mattered little. Knutt felt a tightness in his chest and growled under his breath a few times. It was a lucky thing that he had extreme control over himself from years of restraining his tendencies as a civilized savage.<br><br>Only once the Sharr announced he was done, did Knutt begin to have problems. He examined the scroll and found himself miffed that it was done extremely well. "Well, you are not, apparently, a complete waste of this University's time. Hmm, keep your nose clean and you might make a scholar yet. However, I could smell your perversions again! If you had been a female, I might be flattered, but I won't tolerate such nonsense much longer... Now, get out and reflect on this."<br><br>Knutt dismissed the boy and then went back to work, still trying tofigure out why he had admitted to temptation at all, even if it was just wishing the Sharr were female. He eventually shrugged it off and finished his night out preparing for the next day's classes. as Shane walked home to the dorms, he spied Bailey and an Equine male slightly ahead of him. Bailey was dressed as a female still and hanging off the equine's arm like a floosy. She sounded a bit drunk and, if Shane didn't know better, horny.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 04:41:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shane visibly sagged with relief when his penmanship met with Knutt's approval, but he only had a brief moment to feel good before the professor sharply scolded him about his "perversions." It took the Sharr a few moments to realize what exactly the Birnean was saying, and when he finally unraveled that Knutt could smell his arousal, he didn't need to be told twice to rush out of the room, mortified. <br><br>Shane hurried along, not quite sure where he was going, Knutt's words about how he would have felt if Shane were female ringing in his ears. He almost didn't notice he was heading towards the dorms, but it was late and his hooves guided him there automatically. It was on the way that he caught sight of Bailey and a large Equine male. The sight of Bailey, though it made him nervous, also filled him with an urgency. He had to talk to her. He was confused...and she would have answers, wouldn't she?<br><br>Summoning his courage, Shane approached the two of them, trying to get Bailey's attention. "B-Bailey?" he asked nervously, "Um..can I...can I talk to you?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 09:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bailey didn't hear Shane at first as she was caught up in her companion's attention, but she eventually blinked and turned large, curious eyes to Shane, "Oh, hey, uhmm, I am kind of busy, Honey."<br><br>The large equine with a massive arm wrapped around Bailey was looking at Shane very crossly and trying, not too subtly, to get Bailey moving again, "Is this another one like you, Bailey?" Bailey let loose an exasperated sigh and struck the equine on his hip before shushing him and turning to Shane, "Well, he ain't too off base, is he? But, as you can see, I got plans.." She eyed the equine's crotch and bit her lip with a hungry look in her eyes, "make it quick, Honey, please?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 06:07:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For some reason, Bailey's face suddenly struck Shane as being almost painfully beautiful. He lost his words for a few moments as the large Equine struggled to reign her in. Shane was struck by the enormous size difference between her and the horse-man. Could she really intend to make love with him? How was something like that even possible?! <br><br>He shook his head, so wound up in his own strange imaginings that he missed the comments Bailey and the Equine exchanged. He didn't miss the look she gave the Equine's crotch though, and his own eyes followed obediently...and then he jerked his eyes away with a blush. <br><br>"Okay, right," he said, hurrying as she encouraged him too, "Um, well, you know Professor Knutt? The Birnean? Well..."<br><br>And once he started talking about it, it began spilling out of him. He spoke frantically and in a swift whisper, trying not to let the Equine overhear. His eyes were wide as he told Bailey everything, more than he had intended. All about his encounters with Knutt, the humiliating comments from the professor...even his own confusing arousal. By the end, he was red-faced and short of breath. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 06:46:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Shane spewed the details, Bailey's eyes grew concerned then kind and understanding. By the end, she was nodding and seemed happy. She opened her mouth to speak when the big equine interrupted again, "So the little Sharr eants to fuck a wolf? Gah, I thought you were a strange fruit, Bailey, but this kid's nuts! That wolf will eat you a..."<br><br>The big horse stopped as Bailey stamped down against his ankle and he whinnied in lain, looking at more hurt than angry as the Sharr turned to Shane, "Honey, as dumb as Thundercock here is at times, he is more or less right. That Birnean is dangerous beyond belief."<br><br>Shenpeered into Shane's eyes and held his chin in two firm fingers for a bit though then nodded, "You have two hurdles, Shane. You have to decide if you want to seduce the wolf and then you have to decide how you want to do it. I am not as convinced as Thadius over there you are as confident in what you like sexually as we are. Nor are you as experienced. Me? I am going to go to Thad's house, suck that cock sourpy wet, then stick it in my hole. You couldn't even do the first part. I ain't trying to hurt you, Hiney. What I am saying is that while I go fuck this stud, you go think anout what you want. Come to my room to orrow morning and we can talk again, okay? Now, stop cock-blocking me and go masturbate or something!" She struck his shoulder with a playful slap then hooked her arm into Thad's and moved off with him, waving back to Shane. As she walked, he could see her hips swaying in a sultry way, her hand playing over Thad's bulging biceps, and hear her humming a very happy and satisfied tune.<br><br>It was, apparently, in Shane's court to decide what to do now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-11-2014, 23:49:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Squirming with humiliation about his confession, Shane's skin started to crawl as the big equine expressed his shock. No, he didn't want to fuck Knutt! Of course not! That wasn't what he wanted at all...right? Was it? He was confused. Oh god...<br><br>He listened closely, a hot blush on his cheeks, as Bailey told him how dangerous Knutt was. Of course he knew that, did she think he didn't know that? That's why he wanted advice, because he didn't know what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to handle the way Knutt was treating him...and the way his body was responding.<br><br>He was a little surprised as Bailey grabbed his chin and peered into his eyes.Then she spoke&nbsp; to him, frankly and firmly, cutting through all doubt and mystery. She spoke to him straight, telling him that he needed to make some decisions for himself. He had to decide if he wanted to seduce Knutt, and if he did he needed to decide how to do it. <br><br>She went on, telling him of her own plans as an example for him -- and driving his aching, hard little cock crazy in the process. At the end she backed away with a playful slap and left Shane there, horny and reeling. <br><br>What was he supposed to do? What came next? Bailey had recommended masturbating...and right now it did seem like a good idea to clear his head. Maybe after a good night's sleep he would know what to do...<br><br>Shane ended up jerking off under the covers as quietly as he could, with his roommate sleeping in the same room. He fell asleep confused and ashamed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Predator and Prey (art3mis and shengami)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 01:24:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next day was a blessedly Knutt-free day. W@hether that meant Shane was calm, collected, and cool or franticand confused was his own doing. For his part, Knutt had a trio of classes to teach and Shane should have been far from his mind, but he found himself thinking of the young Sharr from time to time. Mostly, he shook his large, shaggy head to clear the boy fromit and went about his business. Once, while in his office during an afternoon break, in which he was gnawing a thick steak, he contemplated the matter but ended up dismissing it as unimportant.<br><br>He taught his classes, meandered through a market, visited some Birnean friends, and returned t his apartments with a bounce inhis step and a Birnean hum, which sounded like a light growl but happy.<br><br>Who could tll how a certain Sharr's day had gone?
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