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From the moment it emerged fully formed from its parent, the creature was hungry - a ravening lust for food coursing through every fiber of its being. Birth and death blurred into a single violent event as it dragged its first prey to a temporary refuge and the beast devoured the gory chunks of flesh that had once been a littermate. Grooming and licking the blood and scraps of skin from its fur, the creature raised its head, scents drawing it from its lair. The dark predator was on the hunt once more, never-ceasing appetite driving it on.
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"C'mon slowpoke, we'll never finish our sector by quitting time. Get a move on," Liz called to her boyfriend as she waded along the riverbank.
"Just a minute, willya. My shoe's stuck," Dan replied disgustedly, pulling his foot free from the gluey mud. "Why did I let you talk me into doing this anyway?"
"Because you are a sweetie and want to make me happy," Liz laughed. "Besides this is a good thing were doing. Look at the amount of trash we've collected already."
Liz and Dan were students at Clear Lake City College participating in the Annual Earth Day River Clean-Up Project for extra class credit. Each pair of volunteers assigned a section of the Arapaho River's banks to collect litter, place it in plastic bags and leave it on the shoreline for pick-up.
Dan would have preferred going to a movie than sweating in the sun picking up trash, but Liz knew how to convince him to see things her way. His cock twitched as he remembered how they had sucked and fucked the night before, Liz's mouth on his stiff dick as his tongue explored her hot pussy. She moved ahead of him, her curvy body provocative in her skin-tight shorts and tube top, giving him a perpetual hard-on.
Liz bent to pick up a rusted can, wiggling her ass at her boyfriend, knowing he was watching. She hoped they could finish early and have a swim and maybe a quickie in the woods. They had not worn bathing suits, so a naked swim and a hard fuck would be just the thing after a boring day. Dan looked so sexy in his cut-off shorts and muscle shirt, it was making her wet.
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Lunging at blinding speed, the dark creature sank its poisoned fangs into its much larger prey; hanging on as it thrashed in agony. Bones splintered as the predator ripped huge chunks of stringy meat from its still living victim. Wriggling in delight, the beast's mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood as it gulped and swallowed, stripping flesh from bone. Satiated for the moment, it rested next to the fragmented remains of its latest kill, grooming its velvety fur. Soon it would be time to hunt again. The gnawing pangs never ceased.
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Dan heaved another bulging bag of trash onto the shoreline, wiped his face with his towel and took a long drink from his water bottle. Liz sat on a flat rock, removed her knapsack and took out bags of dried vegetables and trail mix. Dan sat next to her and they shared their meager, yet satisfying lunch. He looked at his watch and determined they were ahead of schedule on their task and they would have time for some fun before the boat came to pick them up. Soon they were moving along the bank again, laughing and talking as they worked.
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The beast detected the new prey, ears receiving the returning vibrations of ultrasonic clicks and chirps; the sound waves reflected from the body of its quarry. Slowly and carefully, the creature began to stalk its quarry, keen nose quivering at the scent of blood. A swift dash and slashing fangs scattered a blizzard of feathers as the prey struggled, then succumbed to the fast acting venom. Flesh tore and bones crunched as the dark predator gobbled the succulent morsel. The few mouthfuls of gamy flesh did little to assuage the creatures ravening appetite, and in minutes, it was on the prowl once more.
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"Whoa, finally," Dan panted as he saw the blue and white stake on the riverbank marking the end of their section of the river. Having filled the last of their trash bags, they were glad to be finished. He dropped the bag on the bank, flung his sweaty clothing and shoes on the grass, ran to the water and dove in. Liz stripped off her own clothing and dove after him. They began dunking and splashing in playful abandon. Soon the playful wrestling became amorous caresses as their hands explored familiar territory.