My Original GT/Vore One-shots

Cougar Hunt

"What's the use of being an apex predator in the remote hillscapes on days when you can't track down prey?" I grumbled to myself, pushing aside some treetops that came up to my armpit level. Still, not a single prey item on the forest floor. "Giant problems," I muttered.

Earlier that morning I ate the last wild boar in my pantry for breakfast, and already I had burned through that meager protein reserve, trying to restock my foodstuff from the wilderness. My keen predating senses of hearing and smell didn't help my mood, since I couldn't smell any beasts in the vicinity. Every deer, moose and black bear in my vast domain of forested hills eluded me that day. Nothing but sparrows and blue jays and other birds. Usually it takes an entire group of wild turkeys to come close to filling up on fowl, so these small birds were not worthwhile.

Just as I was dolefully giving up hunting to resign myself to devouring truckloads of apples from my orchards, my luck changed with the wind. A familiar but rare aroma hit my nostrils, alerting me to a meal, somewhere to the northeast. To my glee, it was the scent of red meat. "Human," I murmured, licking either saliva or sweat from the corner of my lips. Longpig was a delicacy I hadn't sampled in ages. Last human I ate was that birdwatcher I'd spotted eye-level to me in a tree and caught easily. Still had the binoculars back at my lodgings somewhere, thought I could use the tiny eyeglasses as a jeweler's glass.

I followed the scent, trudging and stomping through the trees as gracefully as possible. Unfortunately when you are so big you're able to crush a pine tree flat with your foot and use a lake as your sink, you have no choice but to make noise. As I drew closer to source of the Longpig scent, my sensitive ears picked up light playing rock music, likely from earphones. I quickened my gait when I realized my prey likely couldn't hear me approach with that filling their eardrums. Suddenly my luck was seeing a bright upturn. Most humans nowadays seem to have little survival instinct, great news for me!

Very close now, my nostrils were amassed with the mouthwatering salty smell of Longpig and I finally spotted my quarry from a distance after bestriding a rapid river. I studied the oblivious, small human, sitting on a grassy hillside a couple hundred yards away, taking a break from hiking. As the blonde morsel scrolled through a cellphone, appearing like no more than a speck of light to me, I sized up my lunch, no pun intended. I recalled that little birdwatcher being rather soft and supple on the way down my throat, but this human seemed toned and muscular not to mention female. An older female, I could tell from the small streak of grey at the blonde temples, plus she hadn't smelled exactly like a fresh spring-human when I first caught wind of her. Even though she seemed to be in her early 40s, being this far from human contact she was most likely outdoorsy and lean, a fine lunch. Besides I had heard of human women that age referred to as "cougars" and I had yet to eat cougar.

Honestly, even with music it was pathetic that the cougar didn't detect my approach until my shadow loomed over her. How she didn't feel the tremors of my footsteps I'll never know, not exactly catlike reflexes. Unsurprisingly she screamed upon seeing my massive stature towering above the foliage and fruitlessly tried to flee. I easily snatched her up by the back of her fleece between my thumb and forefinger. Dangling, I effortlessly carried her terrified little face to look into my massive eye. "Yum!" I made sure to say audibly, in case my intentions weren't clear enough to her. Too hungry after my daylong hunt to bring her home and make a meal, I began to lower her into my moistening mouth, headfirst, as is.

She was practically halfway down my throat, I think head and shoulders between my tonsils, when her shrill little voice echoed in my esophagus. "Please, don't eat me! I have children, three daughters! One just got engaged."

Immediately my eyes widened with excitement. The shapely older hiker breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled her by the foot back out of my mouth. I responded to her "Three daughters, yum, where they at?" Her mortified expression of shock looking up from my hand confused me. Search me why she thought I would just let her go free of charge. "Look lady," I said impatiently sitting on the hillside crushing under my posterior. "I gotta eat! Let's make a deal. You give me... two out of three of your juicy adult kids, I'll let you go." When she refused my offer I was lenient and dropped the deal to one of the daughters. When my hiking captive refused again, I realized there was no reasoning on this meal. I ate the mother.

As I dropped the cougar on my tongue I realized with delight that she tasted just as salty and savory as she smelled. Unlike the sweetness of that ill-fated birdwatcher, this outdoorswoman reminded me of good hearty venison. My lips wrapped around her, sealing the flavor in my maw. After licking and slobbering her around on my tongue my stomach couldn't wait any longer and I swallowed hard. She fought back the first time when my gag reflex weakened but I gulped the muscular lump down. Knees, elbows and biceps pressed at my throat on the way down. Nothing like a victorious live swallow.

I fiddled my tongue at something stringy caught in my back teeth. I pulled it out with a snap and laughed, seeing it was the cords from the woman's headphones. "Silly humans,"
I muttered feeling a slight thrashing feeling in my stomach like a massage. The middle-aged woman's movement actually conjured up some gas and made me belch. As I traipsed home with a more healthy, energetic pep in my step I reflected at how atrociously safe humans felt in the world. If only there were enough of my secluded hidden kind out there to organize us.

"WE could and should be the dominant species," I said under my breath sinisterly.