PLAINS4.TXT - M/M, Semi-NC/Rape - 3/30/02
By SwampRat
(cl) 2002 GFA

Gator and Gazelle at The Watering Hole - Or what Discovery won't Ever show on TV

The gazelle came down from the plains to drink. All young bucks, this herd was obviously nervous about Something as their ears twitched and head were always looking around. But thirst overcame caution and one by one they came down the bank and drank from the cool water.. A splash, an upheaval in the water and they turn, running away.. All but for one who is now lying on the bank in the jaws of a crocodile. It grunts and heaves.. All to no avail. The gator has this young male firmly in it's grasp. It seems to be moving about, working it's prey.. Then it grunts and the buck arches as the scaly legs grip the rear quarters, Something rigid appearing from between the back legs - to disappear into the still struggling gazelle. 

They lay for a moment, both snorting, panting.. Then the gator's body moves. It pushes against the struggling male, cock sliding out. Then it thrusts back in with a grunt. Again and again the strong reptilian body moves, hunching against the mammal, tail slapping it's white balls and butt, teeth firmly locked onto the animals neck. Now quiet except for a wide-eyed look the mammal lays, half-covered by the scaled monster, being raped slowly and most thoroughly.

The alligator groans and twists one last time over his prey, hind legs gripping the antelope's sweaty rump, tail quivering. With a grunt he pulls slowly back, his ridged penis still dripping reptilian seed as it slides free from the mammal. Now sated, the big male slips back into the water, while the smaller one rolls over, quivering slightly as he makes his way up the bank and trots off to rejoin his herd.

As he does so, a half-dozen bucks come around, nuzzling and sniffing him.

"You ok?" one asks, rubbing horns with his friend.

"Yeah - It was just George again."

The answer makes the males giggle and prance. 

"He's kinda sweet on you, ya know... Third time this week he's grabbed you. Some of us are getting jealous."

The gazelle sighed softly, a half-smile on his muzzle.

"I hear there is a Human camp not far from here... Anybody up to being 'Game'?"

"I don't know... It's hard to beat a Bushman for length."

"Well, Size-Queen... If you like Big and Long, why don't you proposition a Rhino! Besides, when did You get Picky? Dick is Dick, and I want them All!"

The rest of the antelope laughed, some agreeing wholeheartedly, pink tongues flicking out as if licking a male pole. With a snort the batch of now horny males trotted off through the grass towards the human encampment. All but one that is..

That one stopped. Shook a moment. Then turned and headed back for the river - He knew which dick He wanted!

The End.. ?