The Hunt
My Prize Awaits
It was a lovely lazy day, my rock was warm, and I had fed, at least a little. I glanced down at the bodies that lay about my favorite hunting spot--clothing torn hither and thither about the wreckage of my afternoon hunt.
'I must send a note to the White Queen; she was most generous today.' I smiled to myself, and my whiskers pulled back as I returned to my cleaning. 'Must always look my best.'
Rummmble
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I frowned; it had not been over three hours since my little feast, less than an hour since waking from my nap, and already my hunger was awakening.
"Males are never very satisfying, regardless of the species." I bemoaned, "It has been ages since a nice plump...."
It was then that I heard her sweet voice, the voice that my hungry need responded to instantly.
"Mr. Rabbit! Hatter, where are you?" The voice called out clear and sweet from perhaps two hundred paces in the forest. "Come out; I wish to see you before my wedding!"
'Could it be?' A chill ran from the tip of my ears down my back to the end of my tail. 'She has not been here in years; I was but a cub then, not twenty seasons old. She would be ancient by now!'
She sought the Mad Hatter and Mr. Rabbit; I scanned the remnants of my lunch bounty, the scattered and shredded clothing, the white tufts of fur from the rabbit were haphazardly strewn about, then there was the crushed hat of the Hatter. Both lay cuddling in their slumber, their nude bodies spooning; it was so cute it was nauseating.
"You two will be useless to her for days." I flowed to the ground, my burnished gold eyes with the large round pupils quickly adapting to the familiar shadows of the undergrowth. "You rest here, my pets; I will send someone to collect you soon." I leapt over the mound of snoring bodies to seek my prey and a decent meal.
The voice of a woman filled the forest, likely a fully human woman as I once was, moving through the undergrowth; a stone could have heard her, she moved as if she were trying to break every branch on her path; she made so much noise. I am in my cat form; not a single sound in reply.
I have heard my natural brothers and sisters have lost their sense of smell. I have not. Mine is keener than any human, keener than many cats. I could smell the girl from here, and she smelled sweet. Working my way along her path to find my best advantage, I wanted to see her first before she beheld me.
"A virgin still! How sweet." Her scent did not carry the taint of men, she would be excellent for a meal, and I would not finish her; I would keep her for myself.
I cut across her path; she was now ahead of me; it was always good to come upon one's prey when they are unaware, disrupts, and confuses; they can only run forward to the unknown, for I stood where they had been.
I crept up silently on the searching girl, but I needed a proper approach not to frighten too soon. So I followed silently behind until I found a splendid tree to climb and look.
"Hatter! Rabbit!" I heard and felt the stomp of a heeled shoe. "Come out this instant!" The voice carried the sound of command, but also I sensed growing fear.
I leapt to a nearby tree, one I knew well, and climbed, careful to stay in shadow out of her sight.
I was above her now; I could see her at the edge of a small meadow; there once had been a tea party, years ago, now long since cleared away.
'Yes, I think it is.' I watched the tall human, now fully grown by the look of her dress and her bustle. I am no expert on such things, not any longer, but it seemed accurate from what I had seen in the White Queen's court. I willed her to turn, and she did. 'Yes, it is her!'
Hair covered her head in long golden waves, not tight curls of a young girl's, but more relaxed as a wave on the sea. A blue band held its flow back from her face, she had a penchant for blue and white dresses, but now hers was more mature to match the adult body it held.
I licked my lips, my long rough tongue smoothing my brows and my whiskers before withdrawing back behind my fangs. 'Don't you look a dainty morsel?' My mouth wetted at the prospect, as did other lips.
From here, even I could tell that little Alice was now a full woman; her breasts filled the space assigned to them rather well, impossible to miss even from here. I looked forward to running my claws along their tender tissues and feeling her jump as my fangs nipped at her teats.
"Hatter? Rabbit? Is that you?" Her eyes searched the surrounding gloom, looking for something she sensed but could not see. The scent of fear reached me even so far away, as well as another fragrance, anticipation perhaps?
'Time to taste you, my little snack.' I bounded to the ground soundlessly and walked the short distance to the path, the trail along which she had just come, thus blocking her escape. I transformed myself into my human shape. It now felt strange to be walking on two legs instead of four paws, but it works well for this. I needed to assure her before I took her.
The silly Cheshire Cat has some skill with magic, nothing like my own, but some. He vanishes when he wishes, a gift I have through stealth, but I can do something he can not; as I stepped toward my morsel, I wrapped my naked body in human clothing, the kind that I prefer. Far different from when I was fully human. Leather, of course, taken from my baser kills, my meat, not my food.
I wore thigh hugging boots with impossibly high heels, over skin-tight black leather pants, up over my thickly muscled legs and equally muscled bottom; its waistband hung low on my hips. My narrow waist and flat muscular abdomen were prominent, my ample breasts lovingly held in my tight black leather bustier. The leather band supported my breasts but only slightly covered my nipples while enhancing my cleavage. My waist-length dark blonde hair highlighted with strands of white and even some black, making the color unique.
The White Queen ordered that I wear something 'civilized' in her presence when I had arrived at her table for tea in nothing but what nature gave me; this is as civilized as I get.
'Poor thing; she was jealous. I fear her court could not keep their eyes off of my breasts. The queen's lips they captured and held for a day. I left her exhausted and used in every way I could imagine.' Then, smiling while licking my lips at the memory, 'and I have a good imagination.'
In gratitude, she sent me food, once full meals of her ladies-in-waiting brought to me, bound in ribbon and naked, now merely snacks of a guard or prisoner or pest, all returned, of course, I am not rude, exhausted though they be.
"I shall have to visit my neighbor soon!" My voice was low, barely a whisper, and hungry "oh well, I shall feed shortly, and well by the looks of it."
