Prey Instincts: M/M Game [Zootopia-reminiscent Furry/Nekomimi/Aliens/Xenophilia]

[Sekah]

This was almost a thread with someone, a long long time ago! I wanted to salvage the plot, so I'm bringing it to you, the kind folks at Elliquiy, to see if anyone's interested. I could play all prey or a mix of predator and prey. Up to you. The starter I wrote I think does a good job of sketching out the world and plot, but we could set it anywhere in that universe and do anything with it.

-Non-consensual is non-negotiable. By that I mean, I want it. I want all of it. Every character, hell, every interaction if you'd like. But a story without non-con for this isn't an option.
-Size difference is a must. Burlier doms - bears, literally - kinda what I'm going for.

Open to anyone! Please do hit me up!

NSFW - possible face claims of the characters, if they're furries - and I don't really mind if they're not - you're hardly upsetting me if you ask for a human or humanoid version of the game instead!

Lorne - NSFW
Taiga - NSFW
Taiga 2 - NSFW
Crow - NSFW
Jamaal - NSFW

Mating was considered a primary urge by the constitution of the seventh Hub alliance. Primary urges were urges that had to be catered to, that had to be satisfied. The constitution was hailed as a step forward in the peace and stability of the known galaxy.

By the predators, that is. For prey animals . . . things were far from simple.

Every person's right to eat was guaranteed, every person's right to mate was guaranteed, every person's right to housing was guaranteed. Life-saving medical procedures, guaranteed.

But only predators were 'people' in that sense. Prey rights groups had fought long and hard. Access to elite colleges and universities - denied. Access to equal treatment by the police - denied. There was no protection of law and order for prey. And prey's urges to mate weren't the focus of the constitution, prey's right to life, liberty and property were constantly infringed on. You could do anything to prey. Prey were still hunted for sport. Prey still found their way onto predator's tables fairly regularly.

It had colored Lorne's life. He wanted to go to university. He had read every book he could find since he learned to read at the age of four. It meant so much to him.

But that wasn't what prey did. Prey got their certificates after finishing high school and started a job, in prey's greatest industry - serving predators. Lorne didn't want to relocate to a tiny station on the farthest reaches of space, but the metal they harvested from the meteors here was extremely lucrative, and management paid well.

It was just . . . the primary right to mate, that made it terrifying. And Lorne was terrified.

The shuttle docked them off on the ship, and Lorne broke off from the crowd of nervous, chatting young prey to find a place he could hide. He wanted a good hiding spot - somewhere where he could go if he was overwhelmed and scared, which he was most days, about most things. He had an anxiety disorder. People thought that was just how bunnies were, but it wasn't true; it was a disease, same as when a predator had it. His new bunkmate Taiga was proof of how much the nervous rabbit thing was just a stereotype. That guy radiated sullen confidence - and treated Lorne like he couldn't be bothered to speak with him, though Taiga wasn't that much older.

Lorne was a natural redhead with lush pink fur. He bounded, barely eighteen last week, looking for places to hide.

So far, no luck. It was the curse of stations. There were so many safety precautions. Either a spot didn't have to fit an animal, and so it was as small as possible, far too small for even a tiny bunny like Lorne to get in, or it was meant to fit a human, in which case it was covered with orange signs labeling it as a danger. Their heart was in the right place - in an emergency, Lorne didn't like to think of being in a hiding space if something went wrong or pirates attacked and being left behind to die of oxygen failure - but right now, he wanted a good hiding space, and it's hard to be difficult to find when there are neon orange signs pointing out you're there.

Lorne hopped next to a small gap between a set of metal pipes, but when he tried to crouch under him, he found they were terribly hot. He jumped back, yelping miserably. He blew on his shoulder, glad the fur wasn't burnt off, but when he parted it, he saw redness on the skin.

He clutched his ears and crouched and whimpered, afraid he would have to resign himself to always being easy to find, and easily available.

[Sekah]

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