It’s been a few weeks since Ethan’s adventure at the zoo. The black scaled dragon had observed the news closely. It took a few days before the results of his visit made the local headlines. It seems the police and the zoo tried to downplay the events, for whatever reason. Most of the reporting focused on the dead night guard, the killed and violated animals, not more than a footnote. There was actually a bounty out for clues that could help identify the perpetrator, but Ethan was pretty sure not much would come of it. He sat on an old rug, he found at the side of the street, inside the small shack his grandfather had built for him. The old dragon was the only person Ethan had really liked. He knew his mother did everything he could, to provide for them, but was never around and at the occasional times the two saw each other for more, than a quick “Hi”, oder “Food is in the Fridge”, she often ridiculed him, for not doing better in school, or not having many friends. The tiger she had married a few years back and who insisted Etahn called him dad, made no effort to really earn this title, aside from commanding Ethan around and the occasional beating, when his “step son” fell too far out of line. The morning after Ethan's recent adventure his step dad had put two and two together and quickly deduced his step son had snuck out at night. Luckily that was where the accusations ended and what followed were a few strikes that left some pretty painful marks on the dragon's bottom, but not much more. And so he took it, knowing it was the least punishment his actions could have resulted in. It even was somewhat empowering. He got away with it. Nobody suspected a thing. But he still made the decision to lay low for a while. But his teenage hormones and the dark urges were still there, stronger than ever. His little souvenir, a young crocodile he had snatched on his way out, was long dead, skinned and the remains buried deep in the woods. The skin was drying on a small rack he had built, based on some illustrations from a book on hunting and trapping, he got from the small, local library. He was shuffling through the pages, mostly watching out for interesting illustrations. Schematics of how to skin and butcher different animals like rabbits, raccoons, foxes, but also larger game, like deers and bears. A chapter about different designs for home made traps caught his eyes. A simple snare trap seemed like something Ethan would be able to fashion up with the supplies he had at his shack. After studying the accompanying illustrations he made a decision.

The young teen found a good spot a few minutes walk from the shack, deeper in the woods. He wasn’t sure if these parts of the woods were still on their property, but the surrounding area belonged to the city and were part of some kind of renaturalization project. There were few official paths and none got close to their property. Ethan found some evidence that wild animals, like foxes, raccoons and wild cats frequented the area. A few bushels of fur on the bark of a tree. Snapped twigs. Even some chewed on branches, so it was possible that from time to time deer passed throug. A group of young trees made for good springs for the trap Ethan had selected from the book. But the first two quickly snapped, as the dragon tried to bend them, to tension the rope for the trap. Finally, the third one bent and stayed bent, without giving in. He stretched the noose between two bushes hoping something would try to take this path. After he had made sure the trap was set up correctly and wouldn’t randomly go off, he headed back home, excited about what he would hopefully find, the next day. He didn’t sleep well that night, he had dreams about going to the trap and finding a variety of victims. Raccoons, foxes, but also more exotic finds, like an alligator (very unlikely in this region), or a full grown lion (extremely unlikely), but also one, where the creature trapped in the sling was no other than his step dad. The tiger writhed on the ground, his hands grasping the thin, but impossibly strong rope, around his throat. He looked up at his step son with pleading eyes. The feline’s maw opened, but no words came out. Ethan laughed at the pathetic display from the big, strong tiger, watching with glee, as his stepdad let go of the rope, his arms now limping on the sides of his body, before slowly sinking to the ground. His body was stopped half way by the rope. The feline's eyes were cold and lifeless. When Ethan woke up there was a visible wet spot on his pajamas.

The school day was as uneventful as every other. From the two hours of maths, two hours of english and even the two hours of biology, even though the last one was his favourite subject, at the end of the schoolday, he remembered very little of today's classes. Over the day, his thoughts kept wandering to the trap in the forest. Was there already a creature entangled in the snare, fighting for its life? Or would he return to nothing? What if somebody else found the poor trapped animal first and freed it… or did something else to it? This was the first time the thought that maybe others like him were out there, popped up in the teens mind. Not sure what to do with that idea, he made a mental note and pushed it to the back of his head. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last ringing of the bell freed him and hundreds of other children from the monotony of the school day. It was a twenty minute walk to his home at the edge of town. His mom was working, like every day, but the moment he stepped through the front door, he was greeted by his “”Dad””. Ethan could see that the tiger was in a bad mood. “The food is in the fridge. Don’t take too much, leave enough for your mom. After lunch, go to your room and do your homework. Do Not bother me!” Ethan didn’t dare to say anything. He just nodded and made his way to the kitchen. The image from his dream popped up. The pleading eyes of his step dad looking at him, while the big cat suffocated in the trap he built with his own hands. He grinned, while he shoveled a chunk of casserole onto a plate.

With a sigh he dropped his pen and closed the book in front of him. Numbers and equations danced before his eyes. His eyes fell on the clock on his nightstand. 16:43. Finishing all his homework had taken close to four hours. The sun was already getting low outside. He had maybe two hours of daylight left. Ethan had already prepared a backpack with a few things he thought he could probably need. Zipties and rope to secure whatever he hopefully caught in his trap. A roll of duct tape for the same reason. A flashlight and the hunting knife he had inherited from his grandfather. His “”dad”” was snoring in the master bedroom. Ethan quickly scribbled a note for his mom, that he was at a friend's home (even though Ethan didn’t really have anybody he would call a friend, but his mom didn’t care enough to know) and left it on the kitchen table. As he walked through the forest he worried if he could even find his trap again. But after about twenty minutes something caught his attention. There was a faint wailing. A grin sneaked onto Ethan's maw. He followed the faint sound, until he finally found what he was looking for. Next to a group of young trees, there was something moving. Wire was wrapped tightly around the body of a young fawn. Its front legs were lifted off the ground by the snare. When Ethan moved closer it began struggling against the trap, but its movements were weak and slow. The young teen marveled his first catch for a few seconds, before getting to work. Its fur was red brown with white spots sprinkled in. Ethan could see the panic in its brown eyes, even smell it. He used the rope to bind the legs of the fawn together and wrapped the duct tape around its snout, taping it shut. Even though the dragon could easily overpower the young animal he wasn’t too eager to get bitten. When he was sure his prey couldn’t get away, he released the snare and the body of the fawn plummeted to the forest floor. There was a dull “thump” as the animal's body hit the forest floor.

For a few moments he was just standing there, the tied up deer at his feet. His pants and underwear dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them. His sweater and shirt followed. The teen was now completely naked, except for his outdoor boots. The dragon's tail swayed behind his back, like that of an excited cat and both heads already peeked from the slit in his crotch. Both slick and dripping slightly. Carefully he sank to his knees. A few small branches snapping as he descended onto the helpless animal. He could smell its fear, feel it trembling underneath him. There was that rush of power he learned to enjoy so much. The feeling of supremacy. He had full control over another creature's life. The dragon slowly shifted more of his weight onto the animal, until there was a snap! A few branches underneath the fawn's body broke. Ethan creeped lower, until he found the small slit a bit further back, behind its hind legs. So it was a female. His twin dicks, now fully out of their hiding place, twitched in anticipation and a few drops of pre trickled onto the forest floor. Both around 12 inches long, a dark red in colour and each equipped with a row of rigid spikes lining the underside. The light was getting sparse, as the sun disappeared behind the tree tops. Ethan would have loved to stretch this opportunity out longer, but he still vividly remembered the stinging pain in his butt from the last time he was out late. So he grabbed both his lengths and aligned them with the two available openings. One tip was now already parting the tiny lips, while the other was resting just outside the unbelievably tight anus. With a loud roar he slammed his hips forward. In one motion he pushed forward into the animal, stretching the virgin openings to the limits and beyond, until he hit a barrier inside the lower hole, deep inside. The fawn was mostly passive so far, probably paralyzed by fear and exhaustion, but as Ethan began to violate the young animals insides it came to life. His head snapped up, nearly hitting the teen in the jaw. He quickly grabbed the animal's neck with his jaws, not strong enough to instantly snap it, but he could taste warm blood on his tongue, as his sharp teeth pierced the skin. He grabbed the legs stronger, until there was an audible snap and one front leg had an additional bent in the middle of the shin. Ethan started fucking the animal with deep, hard thrusts, attempting to burry both his lengths fully in his prey. The bones of the broken leg scraping made a sound that sent shivers down the teens back, but despite this, he kept going. Hunched over the shivering fawn, his jaws around its neck, primal instincts broke free. His tail whipped excitedly from side to side, while his balls smacked against the deer with each thrust. He lost track of time. It could have been mere minutes, or over an hour. Only the quickly darkening sky gave an indication that time had passed. After a while Ethan’s arms got tired from supporting himself. His first orgasm was nearly drowned by the strain of stopping himself from crushing the animal underneath him. But he still pumped two good loads of dragon cum inside the, no longer virgin female. He let go of the fawn's neck and got up, his dicks slipping from the torn holes of the weakly shivering fawn. Some blood followed but his focus was on something else. The dragon's eyes scanned his surroundings, until he found the stump of a large tree. Grabbing the animal’s bound legs, the dragon dragged it to the stump and threw it onto the rough surface. There was an audible crunch, as the body hit the hard surface. Moments later he was slipping back inside, quickly hitting its bloody backside. The fawn was still tight inside, but slick with cum and warm blood. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet slouching sound. He pumped in and out of the animal for another few minutes, until he felt another orgasm building. Again he had his maw closed around the deer's neck, but this time, as he came again, he clenched his jaws. The body beneath him started spasming, as he crushed the animals throat and neck. Warm blood filled his mouth and started dripping to the forest floor. The spasming vaginal canal and anus milked the second, this time even stronger orgasm from the teen. He let go of the deer's neck, its head falling to the side at an odd angle as he roared to the sky, his wings fully unfolded. He was an apex predator! It felt like this second orgasm lasted forever, as he pumped more and more dragon sperm into the fawn's womb and colon, until its body started to look bloated. When he finally pulled out, a stream of blood and cum flooded from both openings. Ethan stumbled back, falling to the forest floor, his legs weak. A wide grin settled on his maw, as he saw the aftermath of his actions. For a few minutes he had just sat on the forest floor, bathing in the afterglow and admiring the mangled corpse of the fawn. Its head was twisted at an odd angle. The eye’s distant and dead. One leg was broken. A mixture of different fluids was dripping from its torn vagina and anus. After a while Ethan got up and walked around the corpse, still propped up on the tree stump. He grabbed the head of the animal. It’s jaw hang slack. Ethan grabbed the left of his dicks and started sliding it down the gullet of the fawn's corpse. He started thrusting into the small mouth, the rough surface of the deer tongue. After a few minutes he came a third time, his right dick splattering a, now much smaller amount, of thick, sticky cum onto the corpse's fur, while the other pumped it straight down into stomach.

The sun was gone now, only a faint red glow illuminating the forest. The first stars were visible in the dark sky above Ethan. He read in the book that in some cultures deer hoofs are turned into lucky charms and to fend off evil spirits. So why not. He grabbed one of the deer’s legs that wasn’t already broken and snapped the bone close to the hoof. It took a bit of turning, twisting and pulling but eventually Ethan managed to rip a part of one leg and hoof off the fawn’s corpse. He wrapped it into a piece of cloth from his backpack, making sure to wrap it often enough that the blood seeping from it wouldn't stain the inside of his bag. He dragged the corpse from the stump and shuffled dirt and leaves over it. If somebody ever found it he hoped it looked enough like it was killed by another wild animal. The teen carefully removed the remains of his trap before stashing the materials and his newest trophy in his shack. When he finally returned home his mother greeted him. The dragon looked exhausted, but happy to see him. “Did you have a nice day with your friend?” Ethan grinned. He had a very nice day. A long, warm shower removed all remaining evidence. As the dark red stains disappeared from his hemipenis and was washed down the drain, Ethan felt a tiny bit of guilt. But then he remembered: He was an Apex predator. The world was his to take. He slept very well this night and dreamt of a little fawn in the forest and all the terrible things that could happen to it.