Deep in the tundra to the far north, an Alolan Vulpix crouched low, disappearing into the snow as he followed a deerling's unique scent. His heart raced at the promise of a fat, juicy kill, but he didn't feel very good about it. Guilt ate at him, deep and clawing, while his stomach groaned in response, protesting its emptiness with an equally strong argument.

Lucas hated that he had to do this. Eating meat, killing fellow pokemon, it wasn’t fair. Not to him, and most definitely not to the poor souls destined to fill his belly. But what choice did he have? It was either him or them.

Cutting through his reservations, the mouthwatering scent of prey tempted him beyond reason, thick enough to slice through the frigid temperatures of the season. She was a deerling, alright. Young, too. About his age. He followed his nose until he found more cloven hoofprints in the snow, though the tracks were arranged weirdly, as though she had been wandering in circles for a few minutes. Trying to confuse predators, maybe?

Whatever she's doing, it's clearly not working.

Amid the field of white was a splash of yellow rimmed by melted ice, already half-filled with snow. He inhaled deeply, drawing it in. Fresh urine, exciting in more ways than one. His penis wasn’t picky, and a young, fertile, delicious female was plenty to get him to peek from his sheath before the cold sent it retreating.

His stomach growled, a stark reminder of what he was doing here. 

She hadn’t gone far. Better yet, she was alone. He could smell it.

It wasn’t a long walk before he spotted her. Just as expected, the deerling was alone, ears flattened as she nervously walked through the ankle-deep snow. Lucas tilted his head from his vantage point behind a pile of snow, curious. She was far outside the forest, where deerling and sawsbuck usually roamed. The ground out here was flat, a vast tundra of snow and ice with the only raised land being mountains on the other side of the large island. Clearly she knew this from the way her ears were against her skull, and from how she looked over her back constantly as though afraid she’d be attacked at any moment. A fair paranoia, given the very real danger staring at her from across the icy wasteland. 

Lucas felt bad for the poor thing. She wasn’t some mindless walking belly-filler, she was a pokemon, just like him. It was unfortunate how tasty she’d be. Tender meat that delighted the taste buds; crunchy bones with that oh so juicy center; and that cute butt of hers, plump and full just for weather like this, a savory fat so delicious that just thinking about digging his teeth into her thighs had him salviating.

Deerling were tough prey to take down in his experience. They were small, but so was he, and missing the first bite would usually allow them to escape. Surprise was everything, Lucas knew, as such his approach was careful and methodical, his body so low that he imagined himself vanishing into the blanket of white. 

The deerling glanced around, head jerking anxiously from side to side. She glanced his way once, making him freeze. Blood pounded in his ears when her eyes slid off him without a second glance. 

He exhaled. Thank Arceus for his natural camouflage.

Approaching the young deerling from behind eventually gifted him with the sight of her rear end. His eyes were drawn to the slit tucked away neatly under her puckered tailhole, every detail of that puffy, heat-ridden vulva, every subtle fold on display for his curious, needy eyes. Muscles tensed and her butthole flexed as she walked, and he followed with carefully timed steps. 

He couldn’t take her eyes off her.

He swallowed hard as he tried and failed to shake off the building arousal, his penis peeking out into the snow and making him hiss. It stubbornly remained erect, but being a vulpix meant he was able to push on through it, having a higher tolerance for the cold than most. 

It was still annoying though. He wanted to eat this deerling, not mate with her. Why did female prey always have to rile him up? This particular deerling was especially distracting; vulva all puffed up, wet and dripping, swollen with heat and pumping out enough pheromones to affect him despite their different species. A part of him wondered if it was her first. 

Mom said not to do sex stuff with prey, he thought, remembering back to that embarrassing conversation. She admitted to having those thoughts herself sometimes, which made him feel better about his own darker musing. Not that he ever considered truly doing anything to them… until now. 

Faced with such a nice butt and the thick scent of heat, Lucas wondered if just this once might be okay.

So distracted by his thoughts, the vulpix wasn’t watching where he was going and walked straight into the deerling’s behind. She eeped at the contact and pulled away, granting him only a brief moment where her squishy folds squelched against his nose. His nostrils flared out, the spicy scent of heat lingering, tickling his nostrils. He sneezed.

Instead of running away, the deerling just turned around to face him. Wide, brown eyes appraised him, her expression hesitant but not terrified like it should be. At worst she seemed unsure. 

“O-oh gosh, hi?” she said hesitantly, her voice young and bubbly. Still, she didn’t run. Why wasn’t she running? Even more inexplicably, she sat down in the snow, head tilted as she looked at him with a heavy blush. “Umm, why’d you touch me there without asking? That wasn't very nice…”

Lucas was baffled. Utterly, completely baffled. What even were these priorities? Sure, he was smaller than her, but he had teeth and ice and what did she have? A cute butt? That wouldn’t win her any fights. 

The deering was admittedly a little tense, but not in that obvious prey way when they were about to bolt. 

Maybe she’s just stupid?

Unsure how to respond to a deerling that wasn’t running, especially after accidentally burying his snout into her butt and getting nothing more than a soft chastising, all Lucas could do was sit down too. 

“Sorry," he said. "It was an accident. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Why was he apologizing? He had literally been about to pounce on her and bite her neck! This whole situation was weird.

“Oh, okay. Apology accepted!” She visibly relaxed, and even smiled at him. “You look funny! What sorta pokemon are you? Do you know of any berry bushes hidden in the snow? My friend said Auntie Cleo lives past the tundra, in a little forest, but I can’t find it.” Her ears fell, and she looked really sad for a moment.  “I’m embarrassed to admit it, but, uh, I think I’m lost. My tummy’s growling too…”

“That’s funny,” he said, his stomach clenching with hunger, “mine too.”

Her ears perked up. “Maybe we can find food together?” she asked excitedly. 

Lucas understood now: she was naive. The deerling thought he was a herbivore like her, likely because she lived in the larger forest with the numerous sawsbuck herds. Which was why he was hunting outside of the forest: deerling were too well protected inside for him to even dream of snagging one. Spotting her tracks was incredibly lucky, and it seemed his luck still hadn’t run out. He could use this.

“Sure!” he said. “With your help, there’s no way I’ll go hungry.”

Was he being mean teasing her like this? Sure, yeah. But she made it way too easy. How could he resist? 

Besides, teasing is nicer than eating her.

She beamed at him, only for her eyes to widen again when her gaze drifted down. Following her focus between his hind legs, he noticed his penis was still out, poking free of his sheath and showing a slight bit more than just the tip. “Wow,” she breathed, sounding awestruck as she stood up and stepped closer to him. “It’s blue. I’ve never seen a blue penis before! Is that normal?”

“Yep!” he said, puffing out his chest at the attention. He was still hungry, but more than that he was horny, and her interest, even if only curiosity for now, stroked the flames of his arousal. Virgin that he was, it was thrilling to imagine how this might play out. “All vulpix and ninetales have blue bits. You like it?”

“N-ninetales?” she repeated, voice trembling with the fear he expected from the get go. She took a step back, then two. Her ears flattened. “And you’re a… a vupix?! You’re… oh, gosh, I didn’t realize, but you’re so… nice! I should go.”

But she didn’t go. She took those two steps back before her cloven hooves settled in the snow, fixed in place. Despite panicky glances over her back, she kept looking his way, two very different instincts clearing warring within her. 

If there was any time to strike, now was the time. He could easily take her with a surprise frost breath, stun her long enough to climb onto her back and shove his… sink his teeth into her throat. 

His stomach growled at the idea, loudly enough that her ears flicked toward him. He smiled apologetically at her. “I won’t eat you,” he promised, honestly meaning it. The conversation with the deerling had gone on long enough that he’d feel horrible if he actually tried to eat her. Besides, she was nice. Dumb, sure, but nice. “I was going to, but, well, you’re very weird, and it’s kinda fun talking to you.”

“It’s kinda fun talking to you too,” she breathed, looking overwhelmed as she said so. Her ears kept flicking between up and down, as though unsure about whether to feel scared or curious. “Are you really a vulpix? My dad said vulpix are scary and mean. But you’re cute!”

“I can be scary! Wanna see my teeth?” he offered. “Betcha they scare you!”

The deerling hesitated only for a heartbeat. “Y-yeah. Are they sharp and pointy? My teeth are kinda sharp, but they’re flat and stuff.”

“Very sharp,” he assured her, then grinned wide to show off his teeth, but also the throat beyond. She peered into his mouth with perked ears and wide, curious eyes. As though his teeth were cool and neat, and not a very real threat that could tear her throat out. 

“Oooh, those are scary!” she chirped before getting so close that her breath washed over his face, the warm, moist air tickling his snout with the sweet, sweet scent of berries. “Do you really… k-kill pokemon with those? Doesn’t that make you sad?”

He closed his mouth and stared at the deerling, her bright, wondrous eyes lacking a hint of fear. Her muzzle nearly touched his, and her sweet breath continued to wash over his flared nostrils. It was intimate, exciting. He’d never been this close to a cute girl so clearly in heat. She smelled delicious.

“All the time,” he answered softly. It was the truth, too. Hunting did make him guilty. “I have to eat. It’s hard sometimes, but I usually just do it so fast I never have to hear their screams. I probably would be, um… eating you already if I wasn’t distracted by your, uh… yeah.” 

His heart thumped as he all-but admitted he had been looking at her rump; he wondered if her heart was racing too.

She cracked a shy smile, as if what he said was a joke. He couldn’t tell if she realized the danger she had been in. “Gosh, uh, I sorta left my herd because I wanted to get away from all the boys staring under my tail… I know it’s my first heat, but does it really look that nice?” 

Lucas blinked at her, baffled once again. He couldn’t tell if she was fearless, or just hadn’t grasped the magnitude of the situation. He literally admitted to having almost killed her, but instead of running away, her focus was on the butt thing. 

This girl’s priorities are more skewed than a cliffside.

“It really does look that nice,” he said. “Smells even better than it looks. Tasty, too.” He licked his lips at that, thinking back to all the vulvas he’d eaten. He’d never forced himself any prey, but he’d been curious about the feel and taste. It wasn’t his favorite part, but he’d warmed up to the flavor. Besides, he was taught never to waste anything.

“Wow, that’s… you’ve e-eaten that? Not in a s-sexual way, but actually?” She looked even more curious now, even if she’d moved away slightly so their muzzles weren’t so close. 

“It’s part of the meal,” he explained. “Not my favorite part, but it’s tasty enough. Meat is meat, I guess.”

“What does it taste like?” Her voice was low, quiet. Like she wasn’t supposed to wonder about this sort of thing, and was afraid someone might hear. He stared in confusion as to exactly what she meant until her eyes widened in comprehension. “N-not that! I mean, maybe that? Uhhh, gosh, this question is weird… I’m talking about us in general. You know, us? Deerling and sawsbuck. Meat. What does meat taste like?”

“Meat?” he repeated, unsure. “Uh, it’s tasty and juicy. Don’t know how else to put it. So many different kinds, all kinds of flavors and textures and, mhm.” His stomach growled loudly, and he licked his chops at her. For once, she did the smart thing and scooted away slightly. “Are you sure you want to talk about this? It’s making me hungry.”

She bit her lip and folded back her ears, visibly battling with herself. “A-as long as you promise not to eat me,” she said. “You’re fun to talk to, and I’ve always had these questions, but no one to ask. It’s exciting!” She smiled at him with hope in her eyes, hope that he’d keep indulging her. Leaning in closer, she whispered, “Maybe we can even do stuff together? I left my herd because I don’t want babies, not because I don’t want sex, you know? Heat suuucks, but I’m also curious about boys! And you're a very cute boy.”

The offer stunned him. Not because he wasn’t down for it, he totally was--after all, his mom said doing it with prey was bad only if you forced it--but he couldn’t be sure what it meant. Would that make them girlfriend and boyfriend? Would he fall in love with her if they did this? Or was it just innocent fun, helping each other scratch an itch?

His growing erection answered for him.

“I’d love to do stuff together.” Excitement bubbled in his belly, and the thought of finally figuring out what the big deal with sex was delighted him to no end. “Imagine how jealous all the deerling boys will be when you tell them how you tamed a vicious vulpix.” 

She giggled, a delightfully sweet sound that he’d never treasure forever. Why hadn't other deerling made such wonderful noises?

Because prey usually don't giggle at predators. His mood dipped at the reminder. Being flirted with by prey was weird.

“You alright?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “You’re frowning…”

“I’m fine,” he lied. She kept looking at him all worried, so he sighed. “No… I’m thinking about all the deerling I’ve eaten, okay? Your voice is so pretty, but all I’ve heard before from deerling are… are… screams and crying and begging.”

“How many have you eaten?” There wasn’t judgment in her voice. He could see a hint of fear in her eyes, but there was also curiosity. Too much curiosity to be healthy, honestly.

He thought for a moment. “Six? Maybe? At least that I’ve hunted myself. My parents bring dinner home most of the time.”

Her eyes got big and wide, filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite parse. “W-wow… how do you usually do it? Like, bring them down? Do you climb on top of them and bite their necks? Do you get on their backs? Does it make you h-horny? Have you ever m-mated with one before eating them?”

She was crossing her hind legs, little fluffy tail swishing. Was this making her horny? “I’ve… thought about it,” he admitted, thinking back to all those pretty butts he ended up eating instead of claiming. “Never acted on it, but deerling have awesome looking backsides. Tastes great, but mhm, what I wouldn’t give to mate one some day…”

“You can mate me if you’d like.” She looked away shyly. “Um, that’s what I meant by doing stuff together…”

“That’s what I meant by stuff too,” Lucas confirmed with a low, teasing growl. “If you get on your back, I think I can mount you easily. Shove my penis deep into your tight virgin hole.” He grinned at the heavily flustered doe, her ears perked despite how tense she looked. “Then I’ll knot you. Squirt in you. Claim you as mine, and only mine. Would you like that?” 

“Oh, g-gosh, yes,” she moaned, her nostrils flared as his own musk likely began to waft her way, pupils dilated to their fullest. Breathing heavily, lust in her eyes, she added, “My name’s Daisy.”

“Mine’s Lucas,” he replied breathily, equally as turned on. He’d never been so aroused. Not even during his embarrassing lessons with Mother.

Their muzzles were still nearly touching, and in a moment of need he leaned in and licked her snout, sneaking a taste of her lovely lips. She returned the gesture without a moment's hesitation, and with desperate moans both teenagers began lapping at each other, licking and slurping and kissing. 

The berries she had for breakfast tasted sweet and tangy, just like her. 

He prodded at her lips, asking for entry, which she happily complied, allowing their intertwined tongues to right for dominance within the soft confines of doe’s warm, slippery mouth. His tongue was thicker, but Daisy’s was longer, and she easily managed to wrestle his wriggly taster into submission, moaning as she pressed her muzzle hard into his own, clearly desperate for proximity. 

Lucas wrapped his forelegs around her neck and jerked her sideways, making her eep as they fell over into the snow. He continued the kiss as if nothing had happened, except now they were belly to belly, and he used that opportunity to scoot his hips in, pressing his rigid erection against the soft, warm fur of her belly. 

Never had he been in a position like this with prey, exposing his belly and most sensitive bits. Despite seeming equal, the deerling truly had the advantage here, and could have easily kicked him away if she wanted to, harmed him even. 

But Daisy was as lost in her lust as he was, perhaps even more so given her heat. She eagerly jerked her hips, whining into his mouth as she enthusiastically humped, trying to feel good but not quite sure how to do it. He was much the same as he pushed back, embarrassingly aware of his own inexperience but too horny to truly care. 

He broke the kiss first, a strand of saliva all that connected their lips. “You taste so good,” he said after their make-out session. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too,” she replied, whimpering as she kept up her eager humps. “Can you b-bite my neck? Gently? I want to be your prey… your delicious little doe!”

A shudder tingled down his spine at the arousing words, though it wasn’t without its worry. It was especially worrying because of how hungry he was. Could he hold himself back? He hugged her tight, wrapping all four legs around his beautiful doe. She hugged him back, their chests and bellies as close as could be. He gazed into her shy, eager brown eyes, growing lost in their dazzling sheen. “You’re so pretty.”

“And you’re handsome and stuff,” she countered, a little more awkwardly than him. The delivery didn’t matter to him. The compliment sent his heart racing.

It wasn’t long until their mindless humping bore fruit, his tip squished against something warm and wet. The initial contact of their sexes made both of them shudder. 

“I-I feel you… there,” she whispered, pressing herself up, rubbing her wetness into him. Desperate as he was to feel him inside. “W-will it hurt?”

He licked her muzzle, making her giggle. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “Deerling have thin and, uh, long penises, right? Well, mine’s short, but it gets really thick when I cum. Like, it’ll bulge out and tie us together. Hopefully it’ll feel amazing~”

“Gosh, that’s kinda scary,” she whispered. “I want it though. I want to feel you inside me soooo bad. Like, gosh, what if you put a baby in me? What if you put little vulpix in me? That sounds so weird, but sooo hot too! Pregnant with a predator’s babies, hehe!”

Her comment about babies triggered something wild in him. He knew it was impossible, that they were different species, but that didn’t stop him from growling, “Gonna put so many babies into your belly,” before thrusting, claiming both their virginities in one fell swoop.

The world ground to a halt as he plunged into the deerling’s warm, squishy depths on his first try. He was taken aback by how easily she received him, the doe’s eyes wide and overwhelmed as he buried himself to the sheath in an instant. The lack of resistance only lasted for a moment, though, as Daisy’s snug insides soon realized they were being invaded and decided to fight back with sporadic squeezes. The sudden pressure felt incredible, and without thinking he jerked forward, peeling back his sheath and introducing her already-tight insides to a rapidly expanding knot. 

“L-Lucas!” the young doe gasped as he knotted her, her tiny tail a blur as it wagged against one of his many own. “ I didn’t think it would feel like-- ooooh, I can feel you growing! It’s soooo, gosh, it’s just so-- I f-feel so-- I might, it’s-- I can’t hold--”

Instinct took over, and Lucas silenced the baffling doe by clamping his jaws around her neck, biting hard. But not too hard. She bleated in surprise, only to gag when he bit down hard enough to feel the deerling’s rapid heartbeat through his teeth, fluttering away like a nervous fletchling. Her jugular throbbed with life, pumping blood so hard that he briefly wondered if he was going too far. A little squeeze, a sudden crunch, and her lifeblood would spill out into the world, painting him and the snow crimson. 

A swell of tingles rushed through his abdomen at the thought of ending his prey right here. It would be so easy, so right. No one would know, no one would care. All he’d have to do was squeeze. 

Daisy proved he wasn’t the only one turned on by the situation when her insides burst into urgent motion. The deerling shuddered against him as her tight muscles greedily clamped down on his buried knot, as though eager to receive a gush of warm, fertile seed. Her pussy’s efforts paid off only moments later. He shoved forward as his orgasm crashed into him, howling as hot liquid pleasure pulsed through his twitching shaft, each and every spurt making him see stars. 

Vulpix and deerling alike shuddered together as their orgasms rippled through them, each pleasurable contraction spurring the other’s on. Whenever she clenched, he squirted, which had the doe squeeze all over again, their bodies locked into a back and forth cycle of never ending bliss. 

He relaxed his grip on Daisy’s throat, to the deerling’s frantic gasping. Blood trickled down his chin, the fur where his teeth pierced her skin stained red. Itt looked worse than it was, and he knew from experience he’d missed anything truly vital. The lack of spurting blood made that clear.

“Y-you… you bit me,” she managed to whimper, eyes wide and ears low as she stared at him with obvious fear, trembling like a leaf. “It s-stings a lot!” Her elated expression betrayed her words, as a small grin managed to break through her instinctual fear, which swiftly led to delighted giggles. “Oh, gosh, we really did that! We had sex! I had sex with a predator! You could have killed me. Could have crushed my throat at any moment! That’s… that’s hot! Why is it so hot?”

Daisy’s vagina seized up, before returning to more rhythmic contractions in an effort to milk his knot, sustaining their tie in much the same way he imagined a spade might. He never expected a tie could feel this good, this perfect. How could something so wonderful be real? He never wanted it to end.

He hugged the amazing deerling who introduced him to such pleasures, looking up into her delighted eyes with a happy, easy-going smile. “Because you’re my doe,” he told her, licking her on the snout to her half-hearted, giggly protests. “You’re mine. You’re tasty, tender, and oh so yummy, but instead of eating you I just wanna snuggle with you, squirt into you, fill your belly with my babies, mhm.”

Lucas wasn’t sure where all this dirty talk was coming from. He didn’t mean any of it--or, he sorta didn’t mean any of it. It was all true, just… it felt weird to admit to her the realities of the situation.

Daisy stared at him for all of two seconds before shoving her face against his and assaulting his snout with many sloppy licks. 

“I think I love you,” she moaned between passionate kisses, kisses he eagerly returned as their sexes continued to pulse and throb and squirt. "Oh, gosh, I've fallen for a vulpix… Daddy would kill me."

He melted into the kiss, but eventually he had to pull away. Her eyes were glossy with lust, and she used her tongue to sever the single strand of saliva still connecting their mouths. 

She laughed, and he followed her example, giggling like a kit again. His knot continued to throb away inside her, and he murmured, "This is nice."

She rested her head on his back. "Mhm, yeah."

“We should do this again sometime. Pretending I’m hunting you sounds fun, don’t you think?”

“Mhm. I like that." 

"Sounds like a date.”