Rather fight than be filayed!!

The fear was starting to get to Grey, sending gallons of adrenalin through his veins. His heart raced as this creature inspected him, apparently deciding how and when to gut him alive. He had to fight back.

The cat smelled his stomach now with a fever. She looked up into his face with those eyes; Wide open with what looked like deep curiosity. She has scooted off of his chest and was now crouching on his legs, her foot claws were retracted into their furry home inside her feline paws. Her hands seemed to relax as well, and their claws slowly wound back up as she started to smell a little farther down Grey?s body.

A thought struck Grey as all this was happening. Here?s a female creature, straddling him and sniffing his body like it was a juicy steak. He dared to look down to see her muzzled face gravitating around his crotch. He could actually hear her intakes of air now, which were coming in very short and frequent puffs. One of her hands traced down his body, making swirling patterns across his chest. Her other hand lowered as her attention for keeping her prisoner immobile lessened while her interest in examining his male aspects grew. She slid further down his legs and laid down, her fur-covered belly pressing against his shins. Her face was right above his crotch now, and it was slowly sinking down towards it. Now was the time to strike, if he could get his mind out of his nasty thoughts for a moment.

As quickly as a cat ironically, Grey sat bolt upright, slapping her guarding hand away like it was a harmless fly instead of a daggered killing device. Before she could even move her head to look at the disturbance, Grey had tackled her in much the same way that she did to him. He held her arms down, momentarily gazing at how muscled and toned they were, not matter how thin they appeared. That was one moment too long for Grey.

The cat?s face turned from extremely shaken to monstrously enraged in a flash. Her legs suddenly sprung up and wrapped themselves around Grey?s like a bear trap. Claws dug into Grey?s back as her powerful arms wrapped around his midsection. He was immediately face to face with his hunter, who didn?t seem too happy to be stopped from playing with her food. Her claws dug in deeper, and Grey thrashed around, seemingly uselessly.

Luckily for Grey, the hill was still there, and they had fallen back to the steep side of it. Though the steep side was a rather gentle slope down the side of a rather tall mound, it would still suffice for one hell of a rolling. Grey and the cat froze both their snarled growls and groaning curses as they felt themselves falling the wrong way. The cat girl felt it on her back while Grey actually saw the long fall down. She looked into his eyes with a flare of panic in them, and Grey made his decision. He thrust his weight to one side, and their bodies lurched off down the grassy slope.

Grey thought the woman would give up, let go of this extra weight and try and stop their ever-increasing rate of tumbling. That didn?t happen. Her legs tightened around his waist and her arms pulled him closer into herself, making sure he couldn?t escape. She might have been really hungry or just wanted a pillow for the constant rolling, but in either case Grey couldn?t jump away as he anticipated. She let out what sounded like a yell mixed with an animal howl as their bodies somersaulted over and over again.

Grey was getting dizzier the farther down they went. And it was only getting worse at they sped up. They were not even halfway down when Grey saw that the girl had gotten that predator look in her eyes again, which were leering deep into his own. Her tore as his back, audibly tearing his shirt as she attempted to tear her prey apart before they even stopped rolling. Grey?s yells rang out over the empty grassy plains as her claws scratched his back, drawing blood. Then he did something that surprised even himself both at the time and now.