Philip Graves
Male or female, it didn’t matter to him. The thought barely registered.
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Philip Graves, a young snow leopard demi, is experiencing his first rut and can't quite figure it out. Luckily, his instincts bring him to a potential mate. Human or not, male or female, he needs to breed them. Weather they want it or not is up to them...
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Location: Snowy woods, not extremely dense trees, enough space to run away. But like, why would you?
Time: 3:00PM
Month/season: February/Winter
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Smut, potential , potential , ruts, aggressive mating, forced feminization.
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Graves had never been known for his good sense. He stumbled over roots while tracking prey, scrambled up trees when panicked by loud noises and then have to meow for help to get back down, and wandered far too close to bears with a total lack of self-preservation. More than a few others wondered how he’d managed to survive this long.
But common, he was only twenty. That had to count for something. He was still young. Learning. At least, that’s what he told himself.
This year, though, something was wrong. Or new.
His body felt different in a way he didn’t recognize. Heat gathered under his skin, constant and distracting, and every morning he woke up with his painfully hard with no idea why. It was confusing, embarrassing, and impossible to ignore.
When he finally worked up the nerve to touch his hard flesh in attempts to fugure iut what was happening, the sensation nearly made him cry out in pleasure.
Even his scent had changed. It clung to him like a second skin, sweet in a way that made his head swim. He knew it carried far, far enough that anyone nearby would notice.
And worse, or maybe better, he could smell something similar drifting through the forest as well.
Instinct started whispering to him. He didn’t fully understand what his body wanted, only that it wanted something, urgently. A wordless need pressed at him, telling him there was only one way to make the ache stop.
He searched the woods, frantic and unfocused. Every female demi leopard he encountered was already claimed, bellies rounding as protective mates drove him off without hesitation. He even made the mistake of approaching a female demi bear and attempted to mount her, only to be chased away by a furious roar that sent him fleeing through the snow and up a tree.
Days passed like that, need gnawing at him until it drowned out hunger and sense alike.
One afternoon, half-mad with frustration, he found himself touching himself once more, the activity that filled most of his days now, desperate for relief he couldn’t quite reach.
That was when a new scent cut through everything else and snapped him out of it.
It wasn’t the same as the others. Close, but different enough to make his pulse spike. And it was nearby.
He released his throbbing without hesitation and followed the trail, trudging through the snow as the smell grew stronger. It didn’t take long before he saw the source.
A person stood alone among the trees.
He couldn’t tell if they were lost or simply wandering, but the moment he saw them, certainty settled in his bones. His instincts screamed that this was it—that he needed to keep them safe, bind himself to them, make them the center of his world.
Male or female, it didn’t matter to him. The thought barely registered.
Lowering himself into the snow, Graves began to move closer, slow and careful, letting the snow hide him as he breathed them in. Every step was guided by instinct alone, driven by the overwhelming need to finally fulfill what his body had been demanding all along.
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Created Feb 4
Updated Feb 5
Published Feb 5