A Predator/Prey Exchange {darkest_fate&Mizzet}

[darkest_fate]

Everyone knew that predator and prey simply couldn't get along. It had long been common knowledge; they were simply too biologically different. In point of fact, many of the predators ate the less-intelligent cousins of the prey, which turned many a stomach. Even the most forward thinking prey often lost her lunch after thinking of such a thing. They might all be Anthropomorphic beings, all might walk on two legs and have opposable thumbs, all might be members of society, but the differences were simply too vast. Every time you thought of similarities, you were able to point out more differences. Both had art, sure, but prey art had a tendency to be relaxing, whereas predator art was fast paced. Both had science, but prey were constantly coming up with medicines and the like, whereas predators developed weapons and food. Yes, they worked brilliant in concert, when they could.

Which was why the Intercultural Exchange Program had been created. The Administration had realized that the predators and prey worked best, made the most advancements, when they combined their unique talents and moved forward. As such, they decided that it was time to test the waters. The Administration would select the best candidates from both prey and predator schools and switch them. Start with the impressionable, idealistic young people, the teenagers still suffering through high school. Catch them young. They would think of interactions between the two as natural; it would be simply a wonderful set up. The only problem came when no prey volunteered to venture into predator territory. Oh, they practically had to beat back the predator applicants with a stick, but the prey? They had to literally pull one from their ranks and all but force her.

That girl, Amy Cervidae was a soft-spoken mule deer. She'd written research essays about predator/prey co-projects, and had taken up the "assimilation" stance in a National Debate. Despite being among the most naturally skittish of prey, she'd shown a dedication and drive that was generally left to predator animals. As if all that weren't enough to make her an ideal candidate: she'd gotten nearly perfect scores on compatibility tests, and her grades were phenomenal. And while the Administration certainly wouldn't admit it, Amy's looks came into play. She had the lithe build that was so common to her species, with slight curves to give her a girlish, womanly figure. Her breasts were rather impressive, given her size, noticeable handfuls that stood out proudly upon her small frame. Her fur had an attractive golden quality to it, with white extending from throat all the way down her front to just behind her sex, where her tail fluffed. Her hands had distinctly darker, almost black markers about, giving what looked like the appearance of gloves. That same coloring marked her muzzle in a circle, with white and gold banded as well. Clear blue eyes shown out from a pair of thin-frammed glasses, and dark brown hair cut in a trendy style topped her head. you could still see her tufted ears sticking out from her hair, with a tendency to flick when she got nervous. In short, the girl nearly looked like a nerdy sex symbol in creation.

Now that shy nerd stepped into the predator school for the first time. Dressed in a demure white blouse and long blue skirt, Amy hoped to look fairly normal, to blend as best she could. Yet there was an immediate difference: the poor thing was at least a foot shorter than the shortest predator about. Amy would be awash in a sea of shoulders and elbows. Worse, she couldn't help but feel the eyes upon her, hungry eyes.

The predators hadn't eaten a prey in ages, but there were websites. Amy had come across them during her research. Several claimed that prey weren't actually that tasty... as meals. But as sexual conquests? There were all sorts of details about that. How prey could be the absolute best fuck in your entire life. How prey pussy felt tighter than any predator. How prey bleated when you fucked them. How hot prey practically begged you to take them with their eyes. All part of the development, and totally above board. You could even find sites with pictures and videos. Amy had been disgusted, and had gone to her prey boyfriend for solace. Ugh, her boyfriend, now there was someone decidedly unhappy with Amy's transfer. He'd deal. It wasn't like Amy was going to look for a boyfriend.

She was, however, going to look for her homeroom. Swallowing hard, Amy reached a trembling hand into the folder she clutched to her chest, pulling out a piece of paper and studying it. She tried to move to the edge of the hall as she looked it over, but everything around here was so different. Worse, her reflexes were going full prey, insisting that she turn for the door and bolt out of there as fast as her hooves could take her. Amy swallowed hard, fighting against that rising panic. She was a civilized prey; she could do this. She just needed to figure out the number pattern and find it. Or ask a friendly predator.... no, the number pattern. Definitely the pattern.

 

[Mizzet]

The school was a buzz with the news of the new arrival. Even though the original plan was for her arrival to be completely covert and secret, word had somehow gotten out and much of the student body was very eager to meet the new "meat". Though no one knew exactly what she looked like, or what species she was everyone could only guess. Many thought perhaps a nice rabbit, many of the students were licking there chops at the prospect of a long eared beauty, rabbits were a favorite among the more canine population of the school. Others speculated she was some kind of sheep, a lamb perhaps, those ones were always so resistant in the videos, the wolves specifically howled at that. The story changed from a rabbit, to a bird, to even a young helpless squirrel. It really mattered very little as to what she was it seemed, many expectations just simply wanted prey.

When she finally arrived, her existence ran like wild fire. The entire student body heard of the mouth watering doe, and already eyes were upon her. To her god fortune it seemed no one was brave enough to do or say anything to her. However she knew, as well as any other prey, that a predator likes to stalk a meal, before going in for the kill. No they enjoyed just looking at her, studying her, there instincts all kicking in as they saw her as a delicious morsel worth waiting for.

In the halls, the students began to thin out leaving her with some sense of privacy, and perhaps a moment to catch her breath. Though with so few students, it may also be more dangerous for a fragile thing like herself.

"You seem to be lost miss," came a deep voice behind her. It belonged to an older feline, a leopard judging by his spots and size. He stood taller than she, it was amazing he managed to sneak up behind her, though stealth is among this predators species many talents. He was dressed in a fitting, pressed shirt, a light blue tight hung around his neck, neatly knotted and lay down across a broad chest. His black slakes where nicely pressed to, so the crease was still visible, as if they were new. His green eyes looked down at her, though despite the predatory lok, he seemed kind, and was well in the middle of his years. The fur atop his head, was losing the golden color a younger feline had, instead being more weathered and lack luster.

"You seem to be lost miss....do you need any assistance?" the big cat asked her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amy couldn't help but yelp and jump as the deep words caught her attention. She nearly dropped her folder and had to scramble to grab it, pressing it tight to her chest. Every instinct screamed at her. She'd been around predators before, but never surrounded by them. No matter how often she kept telling herself that nobody here wanted to eat her, Amy just couldn't quite shake the feeling.

That feeling didn't diminish much as she looked up into the kind eyes. They were cat's eyes, predator's eyes, and the deer nearly froze in the sight of them, caught as her kind were so wont to do. Thankfully, this doe had a sharp mind, had prepared, though it hardly showed now. Her hands still shook and her little body still trembled, but she held out her carefully arranged schedule, room numbers and all.

"Y-y-yes," she managed, only stammering slightly. Her voice was light and quavering, almost melodic. In point of fact, she'd done some training for singing, though she certainly wouldn't call herself good to do it for more than a hobby. "I'm new," and almost as soon as she said that, Amy wanted to kick herself. Of course she was new, it wasn't like there was a herd of deer prancing down the hallway. Just this lone little morsel who trembled like a lost fawn.

"I'm Amy, Amy Cervidae, the transfer student? Well, duh, I'm obviously not a lioness or anything. I'm a deer," she nearly groaned at that. Again, really? "Right, so I'm going to stop saying stupid things. Oh God," she pressed her hand to her forehead, "I just said that out loud, didn't I? I'm sorry. I just--- I'm new and I'm not entirely sure where my homeroom is, and---and," she leaned close, blushing, "I keep feeling like everyone wants to eat me."

Amy figured she might as well tell somebody; this authority figure would likely laugh it off and reassure her, which was just what she needed right now. Actually, Amy was beginning to wonder if she shouldn't have taken up the joking offer of a tazer. Given the size of some of these predators (she saw at least one gator that was easily twice her size, probably more), she wouldn't have minded having at least a little something. She tried a weak smile now, trying to suggest that the whole thing was a joke and she really was totally okay with the situation, even as her mind kept going DANGER, DANGER. BIG CAT! BIG CAT EATS SMALL DOE! RUN, RUN NOW! RUN FAST!

 

[Mizzet]

He chuckled softly at her reaction. Not in a cruel way, no he was genuinely entertained by her meek nature. He had heard of her, expecting her to be some sort of, prey that was not afraid of the big bad wolf...so to speak. No she was just like any prey he'd ever seen, granted he had not seen much. He let her finish what ever it was he had to say before he simply decided to speak up.

"No one wants to eat you...well least I don't, but I'm certain none of the student body wish to, after all we've never had someone such as yourself in our school, doing so would be unwise, both for the schools image, and well...obviously legally so," he said. He could not help but look her up and down, the urge to lick his maw was strong, but he fought against that base urge.

He decided talking about it would not help much so rather he simply reached and took her folder from her hands and peered at it. "Well your in luck Ms. Cervidae," he replied as he looked at her homeroom number. "You happen to be in my class," he said revealing he was a teacher of the school, if she had suspected as much from his attire and the way he carried himself. He handed her back her folder giving a quick apology for taking it.

"Now come along else we will both be late...and not good for a teacher to be late," he told her. "You can follow behind me if you wish to help you be more at ease," he said to her. Obviously he knew if he was behind her she would feel like she was being stalked, and he could not be certian he would not simply pounce on the attractive female himself.

 

[darkest_fate]

Any laughed nervously as the older feline insisted that nobody wanted to eat her. Of course nobody wanted to eat her; they weren't barbarians. Predators don't eat prey, at least, not any more. Though Amy would have preferred hearing something along the lines of "they don't do that any more" or "what a silly notion" as opposed to hearing about legal ramifications. That painted an almost ludicrous picture in the doe's mind, one where the predators made official apologies for "accidentally consuming" the prey girl, with splashes of her picture everywhere.

Amy's fear didn't abate much when the feline took her folder. Just the simple act of reaching toward her sent chills down Amy's spine. The female had to constantly fight against her own urges, that long developed reflex to flee. It certainly didn't help that pretty well the only defense does had against creatures like this older teacher were their hooves. Amy finally did relax as the teacher spoke, insisting that she was in luck.

"Oh thank you!" she breathed, following it up with a sigh. Amy took her folder back, mumbling something about not needing an apology. "I'm really a good student, sir, you'll see. I mean, they didn't send me here because I eat meat or anything," she made another nervous laugh, mostly because she realized that yet again, she'd made what amounted to a stupid joke. The teacher offered to lead; Amy waved her hand, indicating that she'd follow.

"Lead the way," Amy said. As they started moving, she fell behind, making it a few steps before giggling. Figuring that the teacher would want to know what was so funny, Amy obliged: "It's just that... you're being stalked by a deer," she pointed out, literally pointing a finger at the broad back. It was just a ludicrous image: the tiny Amy stalking the large, hulking teacher. Amy's overactive imagination instantly pictured her attempting to jump on the feline's back. Yeah, because that would go far.

 

[Mizzet]

The leopard was silent for a moment, listening to her last observation. He then laughed, more then a chuckle, but not so hard as to seem the lunatic. "I am indeed....things really have changed," he remarked as she followed behind him. The sound of there foot steps seemed loud in the now nearly empty hallways. "How rude of my," he said breaking the silence. "You gave me your name but I've yet to give mine." He paused for a moment before saying "My name is Devin Pardus" he explained.

"However I guess it would be improper to be on first name bases so Mr. Pardus or I suppose if your comfortable you can just call me Mr. P....most students end up doing so when they are more familiar with me," he said.

The older feline took her down past a few more doors before stopped. "Alright...well it would be bad to seem late on your first day right? So you can go in first if you wish....I'd suppose you would not want me to introduce you in front of everyone anyways am I correct to assume that?

 

[darkest_fate]

Amy nodded. Many things had changed, though now that she was actually in the school, she wondered just how far they could really go. Sure, nobody had pounced on her to drag her back to the watering hole, but every instinct of Amy's still kept yelling at her to run. Even now, as she followed the obviously gentle teacher toward the classroom, Amy's mind kept screaming at her to make a dash for it, to scamper toward the nearest exit and zig-zag into the field. The girl nearly blushed at the sheer stupidity of it.

Thankfully, a greeting slid into the conversation, adding a further layer of civility into the already perfectly civil situation. Much easier to deal with those primal reflexes when there was the civilized construct to build around it. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pardus," she replied, keeping her tone light. Sure, she'd noticed that he hadn't given his name earlier, but it wasn't like she didn't have it on a piece of paper. Amy just hadn't wanted to be rude earlier, that and it did seem a little ridiculous for a tiny female deer to go around demanding things of a big male leopard.

As they walked, Amy made note of the doors and locations, taking in the pattern. She was pretty sure she'd figured out how the numbering system worked, and she even managed to mark one of her latest classes on the way. Totally doable. It was just high school, only here everyone was, well, everyone was a species that had in the far distant past regularly dined on Amy's kind, but that was the past. Her people had lived in roaming herds with tents back then; things were different.

"No," Amy managed as Mr. Pardus made his offer. She shook her head, "I mean, they're already going to be staring, right? It's gonna happen. And, like, everyone knows I'm here already. I'd rather get in front of them and be introduced properly. Treat me like you would a normal, new student," she paused for a moment, then smiled a little hesitantly, "I mean, a little nicer. I'm still, uh, skittish," she colored at that, her ears lowering, "but, you know, the normal things. I can handle it."

Though again, those reflexes were screaming at Amy, insisting that getting in front of a classroom full of meat eaters was a great way to wind up dead. She'd kill that little voice though; bury it under the weight of ages of civilized discourse and reason.

 

[Mizzet]

Mr. Pardus gave a small nod "Alright then, follow behind me....I'm sure no one expects you to be in their class after all, though your existence wasn't much of a secret, where you are is at the moment," he said to her. "Also....if you'd like hang back after class," he said before he opened the door. The sound of conversations being had and goofing off flooded the halls for a moment as the door opened. It was a bit amazing at how quiet it had been, the door must have been fairly closed shut to not allow the racket to be heard outside this room.

"Alright class.....quiet down," he said raising his voice just above the sea of sound. The seemingly gentle feline had a rough side to him it seemed. The noise quickly died down as he spoke, it seemed he was fairly respected as a teacher as well it seemed.

It was no surprise the class was comprised of predators, it just seemed strange how they all so quickly seemed to calm down even if he was a teacher, it would stand to reason that it would be difficult to get a group of feral hunters to calm down. Eyes were upon the leaopard, but unlike Amy, he seemed to not mind, if anything he seemed to expect and demand he be the center of attention at that moment.

"Now please allow me to introduce a new student," he said. Excitment seemed to ripple throughout the clss, it seemed everyone knew who this new student was. "She is not like the rest of you, but I want you to treat her kindly," he said. He then turned to the door way and gave a quick motion for her to come in. It was no surprise now the attention would be all upon her.

"This is Ms. Amy Cervidae, she is a transfer student," he said allowing her a few moments to either wave or nod or what ever she wished "Now please give her your attention," he said now allowing her to speak if she so wished.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amy nodded. Sure, sure, they wouldn't necessarily expect her to be in their class. Heck, she was willing to bet that they were all chattering with each other, each taking bets on whether or not the cute little deer would end up in their class. Amy could distinctly recall her boyfriend's protests, mostly because he'd done some research too, and it wasn't hard to find the sites where prey were used as playthings for horny predators, sometimes in eerily reconstructions of ancient rituals and events. Amy shelved all that for now, instead following Mr. Pardus into the classroom.

So much noise. Prey could make noise and chatter, sure, and Amy had been right there with them, but the predators just seemed so much louder, more animalistic. Again, that desire rose, this time so fierce that Amy felt her eyes widen. The excitement didn't help, but she saw the motion. Amy walked toward the front of the class, her hooves clicking against the floor. It sounded almost too loud, as most of the students had fallen deadly silent, likely to stare at the pretty deer that took her place at the front of the classroom.

"Hi," she managed, the word nearly a squeak. Amy raised one hand up, wiggling a few fingers. "I'm Amy, well, duh, he just said that," she gestured toward Mr. Pardus. "But, yeah, I'm, uh, I'm a deer," she flushed, her ears flicking, "a deer who says stupid stuff a lot. I'm, uh, really excited to be here," if excited meant nervous to the point where she felt she was going to wet herself. "I really hope to get to know you all better. Well, not all of you, but, you know what I mean. Uh, I like reading, I was on the debate team, and I'm totally sounding like a nerd. Well, um," she bit her lip for a moment, trying to figure out something not-nerdy to say. There wasn't much: Amy was, in fact, a Grade A nerd even back among the prey. "I like, music, I guess. Rock stuff, some of the old stuff and, uh, some of the new. Yeah, so, that's me. Hi."

Amy finished with another wave and an awkward smile. She looked to Mr. Pardus, her expression again almost sheer terror. Her eyes were still wide; despite Amy's efforts, she couldn't fully suppress her biological reactions. In fact, nearly every predator in the room would get the "prey in the area" vibe from the doe. To her credit, Amy wasn't quite shivering or looking like she wanted to bolt for the door, but she was damn close to it.

 

[Mizzet]

The class let her speak, saying nothing, it seemed like her small little speech took ages, as only her voice carried in the room alone. Bears, lions, tigers, crocs, and all forms of predatory individuals stared at her. It was no surprise now that the feeling of being a living buffet would be appearent to her. Though of course they did not wish to devour her, but her boyfriends research was not far off from the ripple of energy in the room.

"Thanks you Ms. Cervidae," he said. "You may have a seat in the front row if you wish," he said motioning to the one empty seat that was closest to his desk, it was almost as if that was planned out for her. Sure she would be furthest from most eyes, but she would also be in front of so many more. Eyes where simply sizing her up once more.

"Now welcome everyone to a brand new semester," he began nce she was sated. The class seemed to be torn between staring at the pretty little doe, and listening to the clearly alpha male in the room. Luckily she would not have to feel so shy, most decided it was wiser to listen and allow themselves to dawdle on her later when they next got there free time.

The class ended swiftly, many would try to stay back to follow her, but it was clear she was not going to go. Mr Pardus had asked her to stay behind after all, and with a sharp look they would all walk away.

 

[darkest_fate]

Well, that was hardly the warmest reception that Amy could have gotten. She hadn't been expecting much, but she'd at least hoped that her lame jokes would get a chuckle. Instead, she received nothing but the staring looks from so many faces. It struck her as odd though, most of the judging looks were from the various boys. In fact, it seemed like many of them couldn't not stare at the pretty doe in the front of the class. This brought to mind all those videos that Amy's boyfriend had warned her about. But surely... oh, heck, who was she kidding? She was a moderately cute, prey female; they were young males. Half of them were probably already picturing her naked, and a good half of those were probably putting her in all kinds of "fun" positions. Amy's smile only wavered slightly at the thought of being the target of so many fantasies. In truth, it felt a little... nice. Back at the prey school, Amy's nerdiness had acted as guy repellent. Oh, there were still enough: she had good curves and nice breasts, but she certainly didn't rank high on anyone's "to do" list. Here, well...

"Right," she said, nodding. Amy flashed Mr. Pardus a quick, nervous grin before sliding into the front seat. At least that felt normal; she usually sat in the front, sat right there in the front row and answered questions like the good little student. Unfortunately, home room didn't last long, which meant that Amy would soon be leaving the protection of Mr. Pardus. She'd barely been with the leopard teacher for a few minutes, but already she felt pretty safe.

The bell rang, and students gathered up, talking to each other. Amy saw a few hanging back, one or two shooting looks her way. She tried to smile and wiggle a few fingers, acknowledging them if nothing else. Who knows, maybe she'd get lucky, get a friend or two. Sure, some of them were probably thinking "damn, I want a piece of that," but nothing was stopping them from building from that. There could even be some fellow nerds or something, maybe some shared books. Really, it was a lot easier to think of such things with the introduction over and the predators moving out of the classroom.

With a much more solid smile than before, Amy approached Mr. Pardus. A bit of her brown hair had fallen near her eye, and she had to pause to brush it aside. Still, those blues shined with hope and gratitude as the pretty little doe looked up at her teacher. "So, Mr. Pardus, you wanted to see me for something? I can totally figure out where my neck class is," she continued quickly, offering her guess as to what it was about, "honest. I looked at the numbers and stuff. I think we even passed it by. So don't worry about me. I'll be fine as long as there aren't any headlights between here and there,' the last was a horrible joke, but, well, Amy pretty much made nothing but. she laughed weakly, hoping it didn't sound nearly as bad to Mr. Pardus as it did to her.

 

[Mizzet]

He chuckled lightly at her humor, despite being prey, she seemed to have an almost predatory sense of humor. Many thought of her species as that, ditzy, easily taken advantage of, and most of all the literal "deer in the headlights" when it came to decisions and the like. He noticed all the males undressing her, that was all well and fine, hell if they weren't that would cause more alarm. Males did that whether it was a doe, a tigress, or even a snake. Though of course her being prey, just made their blood boil more. To relish in that conquering of a weaker species, making them submit to every twisted fantasy they had.

The old leopard found himself imagining just that. He had been thinking of her, on his desk, or against the wall, screaming, begging him not to while he pealed her pretty blouse and skirt away. Then roughly feeling her delicate frame, every inch of her body, and feeling the fear she had. His teeth would lightly graze her neck, only making her flinch and tense up as if she would be eaten, only to slip his hand over her rear, over her firm ass, and rubbing her womanhood. Once she began to submit to pleasure he would then do it, he would violate her until she stopped resisting and accepted it.

He blinked for a moment, letting out a light cough "Excuse me....lost my train of thought.....not as sharp as I used to be," he said, the image of his dark thoughts quickly fading, though the sensation of arousal lingered. "I didn't hold you back thinking you'd be lost...no your quiet the intellect if I recall correctly," he said smiling warmly, at least as best he could. "No...I simply wanted to relay two things...one that your welcome to search me out if you do need help...and two that my brother...well half brother, The Dean of the school wishes for you to report after the day, to see how your first day went," he said.

"Now before you do run off....do you have any questions or anything to ask of me now?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Amy couldn't help but wonder why there was that momentary pause. She expected the various younger predators to have their fantasies, to relish the idea of taking Amy in any way possible. Yet the older predators? The teachers, the staff? Surely they had their emotions under control. If Amy was to be safe anywhere, it would be among them. She blinked calmly and waited patiently for Mr. Pardus to work through whatever was going on in his mind. For all she knew, he could be outlining the lesson plans he had to give.

"I'm sure you're plenty sharp, Mr. Pardus," she insisted, flashing another smile. Her ears flicked a bit and her eyes slid for a moment, not wanting to come off as flirty or what have you. It was just hard not to like the amiable leopard, really. Amy looked back as Mr. Pardus outlined his business: seek him out if she needed help, and look for his brother, the dean.

"Will do," said Amy, nodding once confidently. "You're the homeroom teacher anyway, so, yeah, was totally going to hit you up for help even if you didn't offer. But, uh, yeah, where's the dean's office again?" her ears flicked and she flushed at that. There weren't numbers for that and she'd only been there once before. She was certain that with Mr. Pardus's directions she'd find it, however. In truth, part of Amy wanted to ask for some kind of personal escort. The halls still terrified her, and she wasn't sure what she was going to do if she found herself pressed in from all sides by walls of predators. Herding was a prey instinct, sure, and Amy often felt her most comfortable when surrounded by fellow prey as they moved through the halls together. Quite often you could tell if a herd of deer were coming simply by the sounds of their hooves clopping against the floor, though quite often you could hear their joyful talks and such. Amy had been escorted to class time and time again by that herd; it was technically where she'd met her boyfriend.

Here though, the only clopper was Amy. Her hooves made those slight noises even when she shifted nervously at the teacher's desk, like she did now. Before it had been a sound of comfort, here, it was practically a warning, announcing to all the predators that there was a yummy deer in the hall. But at the same time, Amy didn't want to act like she thought she needed a bodyguard. She trusted the school to keep her safe and to act even if something did happen. Plus, that really didn't gel well with her "treat me like you would any student thing." With that in mind, Amy pretty well made her decision. She gave Mr. Pardus a short nod and turned to leave, determined to, as ever, do this herself as best as possible.

 

[Mizzet]

"I'd be happy to take you their myself in fact, just when your finished with class meet me here," he told her. "I need to speak with him myself about something anyways, so it isn't really a bother if you were just about to think that," he explained to her. With that he let her go expecting to see the little doe once the final bell rang.

The rest of the day would be the same her her, eyes upon her. If this what fame felt like, no wonder those of the higher class seemed to go insane at some point in their career. For her it must be hell though. Her teachers all seemed warm, and welcoming, save for perhaps one, the physical educations teacher, a large male bear. Roared and growled at everyone, though he seemed to hold back, that did not keep him from being stern with her.

At the last bell Mr. Pardus was there to escort her to the Dean's office. He kept talk lightly, still he was a teacher after all, and even after hours socioalizing with a student was looked down upon, at least most would think that. "Now you go on ahead I'll wait outside for you to finish," he told her. He had lead her to a large wooden door, finished with a deep brown red tone. They loked very expensive, but how else should the doors to the head of a school look after all?

 

[darkest_fate]

"Oh, so not now?" clarified Amy, nodding. She'd figured that the dean would want to see her right away, and was honestly a little surprised to find out it was an end of the day thing. She'd have to let her parents know; they'd been planning on picking her up soon after school. Well, there was still a little time between classes, and Amy, like all of her generation, possessed fast texting thumbs. The little doe immediately let her parents know that she had a meeting with the dean, and that she might be a little later than anticipated. Her mother sent a quick reminder to eat her sack lunch, as well as a quick "love you, my brave little Amy."

And so Amy went about her first day. Struggled through was probably more accurate. In Every. Single. Class. the students stared at her. Even those who'd already had her in another class openly leered at her. Amy was already seriously considering wearing the baggiest t-shirt and sweats she had tomorrow just to give them all the hint. Not that her skirt and blouse were particularly revealing, but Amy didn't want to send any of them the wrong impression. Particularly her literal bear of a phys ed teacher. That had almost been worse, since Amy was stuck in an old white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, her cute little tail sticking up out of the back. At least her obedience paid off well there, as did her running ability (though it was nearly all natural; at least Amy could outrun most of the other predators; though it almost felt like a chase when they did laps around the gym). Lunch had been awkward all over, with Amy having brought a salad of her own. She'd had to sit at the edge and fought against the urge to pass out as various predators tore into their meaty lunches throughout the hall. In the end, she'd had to give in slightly, heading to the nurse's office and laying down for a bit.

At last, a tired Amy slumped back to Mr. Pardus's office. She gave him a tired, grateful smile. Technically she didn't need his help anymore, since she'd seen the dean's office during the day, but she figured it was best to go along. Mr. Pardus was still the friendliest teacher she had, and Amy needed all the allies she could get. Chatting with him during the short walk felt nice, and she found herself hoping that he was involved with one of the clubs she wanted to join. Debate ideally, since Amy was so good at that, but she'd settle for anything, really.

Soon enough, they were at the dean's office. Amy nodded her thanks and her acceptance of Mr. Pardus's words, before heading toward the door. The teacher had already knocked, leaving the student to enter on her own. This proved harder than she'd expected: her nerves were still on edge and she just couldn't shake the feeling that she was entering a predator's den, to be picked apart and devoured.

"Hello?" she called, her voice wavering. "It's, uh, Amy Cervidae, the new transfer student? You wanted to see me...?"

 

[Mizzet]

The door closed behind her from it's own weight. It made a soft hollow note that carried for a moment in the room. Along one wall was a large ornate book shelf, filled with volumes of thick bound books, many seemed untouched or hardly read, others were so old and used it seemed amazing they were even in one piece. The smell of fragrance floated in the air, it was nice, pleasing, much like a scented candle, it seemed very prey like to be in a flowery smelling room, but who would dare call out the Dean on that.

The other wall held a giant window, in fact it was more window then wall, and it overlooked the entire school almost. This seemed to fit, after all it made sense that Mr. Pardus's half brother would want to over see things, a predator had to be sure thing were kept in check.

"Welcome Ms. Cervidae welcome!" came a rather familiar voice. It was no surprise the Dean was yet another leopard, though he was of the snowy variety, lacking in the golden color that her homeroom teacher sported. "Have a seat," he said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. It looked nice and comfortable, and like everything else, very expensive. Once seated he to went to sit behind his desk. He peered at her, his eyes holding a warm glow like his half brother. On the desk there was a gold plated name plate. "Mr. Uncia" it read.

"You must be a bit surprised by my appearance hmm? Devin had mentioned we were half brothers I'd assume...or had the old cat forgotten that as well?" "Anyways we have the same mother...different fathers...but that isn't important whats important is you my dear," he said. "Now before I bore you with things...tell me how was your first day? Welcoming I'd hope?"

 

[darkest_fate]

The office looked quite nice. Actually, it looked a good deal nicer than Amy had anticipated. The predator dean must be doing quite well to be able to afford a place like this, with the fine bookshelves and the classy furniture. The doe realized that a scent hung in the air as well; she took a few tentative sniffs, taking it in. The window was hardly a surprise either, nor, really, was the man behind the desk. Broad, massive, and snowy white, Mr... Uncia looked very much like his brother, except, perhaps a tad more imposing. Perhaps it was just Amy's reflexes kicking in yet again, that flight reflex screaming through every nerve of her tiny frame.

Still, she took the seat, nestling in as best she could. This took a bit of wiggling and Amy had to pause to tug her skirt down a little, making sure to cover nearly to her knees. She looked up as he peered down at her, again noting the similarities between the leopard brothers.

"Well, uh, not really, sir," offered Amy. She smiled a little unsteadily. "Mr. Pardus did mention that you were brothers, half-brothers, actually, so I was sort of expecting you to look alike," though she hadn't, admittedly, been quite expecting him to have such a drastically different coloring. If anything, she'd half been expecting a black leopard, which, in retrospect, made little sense. Amy's sharp mind wasn't working quite at the level it usually did, her stressful day having worn some of the edges down.

"What? Oh, yes, it was very nice," she commented, nodding a little too eagerly. She had to stop to push up her glasses, which had slid slightly down her muzzle at the motion. "All the teachers were very welcoming, even Mr. Grizzolo, though, uh, he's a bit gruff," she offered a slightly shaky smile before coughing into her fist. "I feel, uh, at home. So, um, what is it that you wanted to talk about, sir?"

Amy looked about the desk briefly, trying to see if there were any hints scattered about that would give away this meeting. she supposed that getting the basics down would be important; likely Mr. Uncia had to report to someone, possibly even to the Administration about the young doe. It wouldn't have surprised Amy to find out that they had to regularly check in on her health and safety. But that could be done in a short checkup in the hall. Why had he called her all the way into his den, err, office?

 

[Mizzet]

"Good I'm glad things seemed to be going well," he said and he stood up, walking to go look at the window. He put his hands behind his back, much like one would as if pondering something. "This school means much to my family...including Mr. Pardus," he replied, his comment seemed strangely off, as if he was just letting his thoughts flow from his mouth. Or perhaps it was the beginning of a long lengthy speech he had prepared.

"You probably don't know much about this school do you? It wouldn't be surprising if the answer is yes my dear...I'm not trying to test you or anything," he said. "Originally this was a sort of detainment facility....much like a prison for troubled youths and adults....mostly predators mind you," he said. "Government funding went else were though and the place was shut down before my family raised it back up," he said. "Now with funding from other sources, we are a huge success, though still very much predator oriented....we turned this into a place of learning."

"I don't mean to bore you with the past....just cant help but puff up my chest from time to time." He walked back sitting on his desk in front of her. "Now...do you know why it is your here?" he asked her. "I'm sure you have seen or heard how our two kinds mingle....it's not really a pretty picture at times," he said to her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amy nodded, listening attentively as Mr. Uncia began his speech. If it was one thing the doe had learned to do and do well throughout her years, it was listen obediently to her elders. While she'd done some research on the school prior to her arrival, not wanting to be thrown completely blindfolded into the almost literal lion's den, she hadn't heard the complete, in-depth version given to her by Mr. Uncia. Somehow, she wasn't that surprised to hear that the school had been a prison; that seemed to fit in almost too well. It took some will to actually not crack a smile at the idea. Even Amy, who genuinely enjoyed school most of the time, could definitely see the connections to prison. As for the near opening to comment on how prey were generally better behaved, well, Amy opted out of delving into that. During her research, she'd seen how predator populations had a tendency to become rowdier. Fighting was nearly an everyday occurrence, and Amy had nearly seen one even in her short time.

"Oh don't worry, the past never bores me," Amy admitted. She gave another of her awkward smiles, shifting in her seat again. She had to reach behind her, adjusting her tail so that she wasn't sitting on it or pulling it. The soft ball of fluff could too often get tangled, though at least Amy didn't have the long tail of some of the felines. As she did, she heard the question, and she turned, her pretty blue eyes looking through glasses up at him.

"I'm a volunteer,' she said, knowing that she used the term in the loosest possible connotation. "I'm here as a sort of guinea pig, if you'll, uh, pardon my French, to help build bridges between predator and prey. I," another pause as Amy couldn't quite readily admit this yet, "volunteered because I expressed interest in predator prey relationships. I debated in favor of it during the National Debate," which was on her file, which Mr. Uncia undoubtedly read the moment he heard he was getting a prey.

"I mean, I've seen the pictures and all, but obviously I'm here to build amicable relations and push beyond those images," offered Amy. She smiled hopefully at the principal, as if she believed it possible. In truth, Amy sort of did, especially with predators as nice as many of those she'd encountered. It would take a lot of work, but it certainly lay in the realm of possibility.

 

[Mizzet]

The leopard nodded listening to her pretty words, knowing full well that some were strained as others were more truthful and forth coming. He let her finish her piece with not a word. "Yes, you are a prime individual, you are one of the few to show interest in the mingled of the two groups," he said. "You are a gifted individual, who very passionately believes that this can work," he said. "It must be a bit frightening right? To be the first to be around so many....natural hazards."

"As the Dean of this school I am allowed certain privileges," he said getting up to move to the front of his desk, closer to her. "Being a student of this school, you are to be seen as an equal, and thus can be punished or rewarded or utilized like the rest."

"Your life on campus is going to be much different than your other schools," he said to her. His eyes were now looking at her with an almost sinister kind of hunger.

"So allow me to be the first to help you settle in," he said as he began to remove his coat, and then unzipped his nice pressed pants. His feline member was already out, though still only partially erect.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amy nodded, listening as intently as ever, always the good student. She heard the praise about her gifted abilities, which only made her blush. It seemed as though everyone kept saying that, but Amy wasn't nearly as sure herself. Perhaps genetics had given her good looks, sure, but she really wasn't that gifted, was she? She'd just worked hard to get where she was, and she firmly believed all this.

Which made the next part all the more difficult. Amy's blue eyes widened behind her fashionable glasses as the principal spoke, insisting that this school would be... different. She started to stutter, to protest and say that she already knew as much. She'd barely been there five minutes when she'd noticed how very different the circumstances were. Yet as Mr. Uncia continued, Amy got the impression that he meant even more different still. Those hungry eyes looked at her, not simply with the gaze of a predator, but with a gaze Amy recognized all too well from her short exposure of those videos. Again, her prey reflex seized her: her eyes went wide, her body became stiff.

The first to... Amy looked down, terrified eyes taking in what was springing forth. She'd always heard so much about predator members. About how they were nearly always larger than prey, save perhaps for a few bulls and horses. How most predators had... additions that aided them in copulation. Rumor and documentation stated that canines... knotted, and that other species might possess this trait as well. Felines were supposed to have textured members, possibly even with hooks or claws to hold a female in place. It seemed as though every predator's sexual organ had been described as being just as vicious as the species who wielded it. And now Amy was finding herself almost literally face to head with one, and it likely raged hard for her.

"I--" the word left her lips, but the stunned doe couldn't manage much more. she swallowed. She felt her body freeze, as though icewater had replaced the blood. Yet her pulse still pounded, sounding loud in her ears. Panic swelled within her heart, narrowing her vision. She must escape! Surely he didn't have experience in this. He couldn't have taken prey girls before, right? It wasn't as though he were demonstrating a longstanding tradition of this, or perhaps showcasing some kind of collection. He was one lone predator giving into his urges. Amy just had to move, to head for the door...

she just had to move.

 

[Mizzet]

The leopard looked at her terrified expression, and deep down he relished in the fear she displayed. True his more primal and stupid ancestors would have simply pounced upon their prey and taken what they wanted, though that meant usually they would have devoured the unsuspecting doe for sustenance. He did need require feeding, in this day and age if he was hungry he could purchase his meat, but then again he did not want to eat right now. No he wanted to sate another great desire within him, he wanted to dominate and to use her for pleasure. This was not natural, a predator would not mate its food, but they where not the stupid and dull animals their forerunners were.

"Now now...you know in the time you try to get up....I will be on you don;t you Amy," he said using her name. It felt gratifying to know that she was helpless, even if she screamed the doors were thick and heavy and no one would hear unless they had their ears pressed to the door. If she fought it would be fruitless too, she would lose. Like all prey she would be over powered before being subject to the treatment she wished to avoid. Though of the two, the idea of her fighting held more enjoyment, though he also prefered her to simply accept it now.

"Be a good girl....don't make this more difficult," he said to her. He drew closer, now cutting off her means to leave easily. He was no more than a foot from her. his slowly swelling member was already beginning to harden even as she contemplated her move. deep down the need to chase grew. " Run....run little doe run.......run now or accept it!" his mind screamed and demanded silently behind his skull.

"What will you do?" he asked once more. His words followed by a very low, almost silent growl. His eyes glaring now more then ever, the need to blink seemingly only a memory as they burned down into her. His nostrils flared, he was giving off all the signs of an animal ready to chase. His instinct to chase and take down as strong as hers to run. But which one was stronger? Which one would win in this bout? It was clear which one, they both knew it. The moment his intentions arose it was clear what would happen. But how clear to her?