He was in a forest. Around him trees of a variety of species, some with broad leaves, but most with needles. The air was fresh, though a tad chilly, not that he minded. After all, his long and fluffy fur, coloured in shades of black and silver, would have kept him reasonably comfortable in far colder conditions.

No, what bothered Renaud wasn't the weather, it was the fact he had no idea where he was, or how he had got here. Was this another Run? He had participated in many, sent to hunt down the humans that the other humans had taken a dislike to. He liked those, for they provided both plenty of entertainment and a good chance for a solid meal.

But here he couldn't smell any humans around, nor did he remember being told that a Run was coming. It bothered him, but not for long. After all, if he had been set free, he could only expect it to be to hunt down something. Should he go the wrong way, someone would eventually tell him that he was reaching the edge of the assigned area like they always had in the past.

Sniffing the air, he still couldn't smell any humans anywhere, or anything living for that matter. Were there no other predators here with him? Unusual, but it meant he wouldn't have competition and could proceed at his own pace. He picked a direction at random and started walking.

It didn't take long until he realised that the wind was bringing to his nose a scent. Not of anything living, but of water. Somewhere to the right there was plenty of fresh water. Thinking about it, he figured it to be his best option. A landmark of some kind would be a likely focal point for a Run, and if nothing else, he could have a drink.

A mile or so of forest got left behind Renaud until he found it, a large lake, with a steep cliff falling down to it at this end. Taking a look around to find nothing that stood out in the narrow clearing around the lake, he carefully made his way to the cliff's edge. Examining the drop he judged that path needlessly risky, deciding that it would be prudent to walk along the edge until he could find a safer path, or even go far enough around that the cliff ended entirely.

He had set off to the right where the elevation seemed to descend faster, when he heard something behind him. Soundlessly he dove through the undergrowth at the forest's edge, becoming just another shadow beneath the trees.

There, close to where he himself had left the forest, a pair of beings had come into view. Both stood on two feet like humans, but at the same time neither wore clothing, having a fur coating of their own. The taller was a feline, it seemed, coloured like the animal species known as puma, cougar or mountain lion along other names. It had a crude spear much like those sometimes used by humans on the Run, but carried nothing else aside from that.

The other being was much shorter, and much more familiar looking. It was as if Otto, the giant otter who occasionally came along on the Run despite never eating anyone, had shrunk and started walking on his hind legs. The otter had its front limbs bound behind its back by a length of rope, one end held by the puma as it walked along behind the otter.

The two stopped in the middle of the narrow grassy field between the trees and the cliff, close by two needle leaved trees that had grown right on the cliff's edge. There the puma gave the otter a shove that dropped the smaller creature on its face on the ground, then planted the butt of its spear in the ground and leaned on it. Then it just stood there, waiting and looking around lazily.

Were they what he was supposed to hunt? Renaud had never even seen beings like that, much less fought such. From this distance even the larger puma like creature didn't look too large to eat though, experience telling him that furred creatures were usually smaller than they first looked like.

Slowly he crept closer to the two under the cover of the trees, finding that the feline seemed rather lax on keeping watch. Or perhaps it just mainly focused on the other one, though the otter was still flat on the ground.

It was obvious which one he would target first. The otter was smaller, prone and unarmed not to mention its bindings. Silently Renaud left the forest, moving slowly and low at first, then starting to run as he saw the puma turn its head to look around. He was nearly upon it when it noticed him from the corner of its eye, turning and revealing that it was a male, his testes and short sheath sufficiently hidden in the fur that Renaud hadn't seen them from afar.

The puma nearly brought his spear in line with the giant fox bearing down on him, but Renaud got him first. The fox pounced the last fifteen feet, his feet settling tightly together in the air and impacting the puma right in his solar plexus. The feline went down, Renaud riding him down and keeping his weight on top of the beige furred creatures chest, driving put what air and strength the cat had had left as they hit the ground hard.

Renaud stumbled a little at the impact but stayed on his feet. The puma, on the other hand, lay still and silent on his back. Looking at the otter, Renaud found the smaller creature still laying on the ground, looking at the huge silver fox that had arrived so suddenly. At his growl, the otter shivered and went flat, closing its eyes against what was sure to follow.

Had Renaud been a mere animal the otter's fears might well have proven true, but the fox had other interests in addition to having a meal. Giving the spear a whack and sending it clattering down the cliff to ensure the otter wouldn't be tempted to use the weapon, he turned back at the puma and lifted the feline's head with his jaws. Then he thrust his head forward, his teeth combing the beige hair as the cat went in solid four inches, then hooking to stop the puma-turned-meal from sliding back out.

It wasn't until the puma was in to his waist in Renaud's mouth that the cat started regaining his senses. Renaud could feel the puma try and move its arms, now solidly held against the cat's sides by the esophagus enveloping them, then felt what was likely the feline's attempt to sit up.

Soon the reality dawned on the puma, and Renaud watched how the black tipped tail hanging from between his jaws puffed out and started waving wildly, joined by the puma's legs starting to kick in the air. The limbs with their sharp claws came closer to Renaud's muzzle than he was comfortable with, but at the end of their range of motion the legs lacked the strength to deliver a significant hit, even the claws hardly piercing the skin and only drawing small beads of blood.

That too ended as Renaud got in another solid swallow, then lifted his head with a sufficient amount of the puma's weight now held aloft by parts of his body other than his neck. Mobile again, he turned to look at the otter, having heard nothing to indicate that the brown furred creature had moved at all.

To his surprise the otter had moved, now standing up though otherwise still at the same spot it... she, had been laying on. Renaud could now see the two pairs of teats poking through the fur covering the female's belly, with nothing hanging between her legs to confuse the issue.

The otter said something that Renaud couldn't understand, then swung around and moved her arms up and down a little, as much as they could bound as they were. Turning her head to look back at the large fox, the otter said something again, the expression on her face clearly pleading.

Renaud thought about it a moment, idly enjoying the puma's struggling. Then he shifted his weight to his rear right foot, allowing him to raise his left one high in the air. The motion caught the otter's attention, and she followed the leg with her gaze, her eyes widening as she caught on to what the fox meant.

There, no longer hidden in the slightest, hung a large sheath, almost as long as the otter's forearm. The fox-hood within was already peeking out, and even as she watched the sheath rolled back to reveal a sharp tipped penis, its red meat glistening with natural lubrication.

Renaud could see the otter's shock at the sight, but she shifted her eyes to look at the still waving legs of her captor, they and the tail all that remained of the puma. And suddenly the small mammal smiled, turning to again present her back and her rope tied hands to Renaud.

His mouth was filled, meaning he couldn't bite at the rough fibers, but to his satisfaction Renaud found that the rope was poorly wound, his claws sufficient to tear strands apart. It took barely two minutes until the rope severed, the loops falling away from the otter.

Rising his leg again, Renaud found the otter eagerly crawling under his belly, stopping to feel the puma's movements within the black pelt above her. The she moved on, one hand reaching for the base of his shaft to guide the aching member towards her waiting mouth. She had teeth as sharp as Renaud, but he knew she would use proper caution. After all, there might be enough room for her to join the cat.

Whether she would, well... There was more or less equal chance for things to turn out either way. But she was eager, and Renaud felt pleasantly full already as the last of the feline slid down his gullet, so the odds were rather in her favour this time.

But only this time, Renaud thought, smiling as most of the cat's air erupted up his throat in a long, wet belch.

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Stopping by the door, the staffer looked through the viewport built at eye level to the portal. She was doing her evening circle, checking on the Project predators held in this facility one last time before ending her shift.

The sight before her brought a wry smile to her face. There was Renaud, sleeping on his side and humping his bedding in his dreams. His jaws were parted and a pool of drool had soaked the bedding under his head, more drool leaking out even as the fox swallowed, obviously dreaming of eating something tasty.

The sight could have been thought of as cute, if lewd, but she knew enough about Renaud. It could well have been her the fox dreamed about, sating the urges from one end of that fluffy body even as he began filling the needs of the opposite end.

Silently she closed the viewport, leaving Renaud to his dreams.

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A gift for Strega, who let me try my hand at drawing Renaud. The mini-story I didn't originally plan for, but as I was drawing the image it sort of came together by itself, meaning it took hardly any time at all to write.

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