'Gray the Necromancer - The beginning'

Written by: Black--Soul

Chapter 2 - Culture and Communication difference

After the most peaceful booping war in history everrr. Both sides of the conflict seem to agree on a cease fire do to both sides not gaining a significant victory in this most legendary battle of determination.

The human lay down on the ground lazily and pet the grass beside him, as to signal this most worthy of adversarys of the greatest peaceful conflict everrr. The Pegasus still hesitantly followed the invitation. Minutes of lazing around did the observers among the ponys wondered what was witnessed today.

Two Griffon's observed the bloodless conflict from afar. Since they had to observe everything from above and outside there optimal visual range, could they only agree on five things:

• One, the new Predator race they discovered in there hunting grounds apparently can eat non meat just like a Griffon.

• Two, he is groundbased and if the worst case comes to be, they could escape via cloud walking.

• Three, he was alone, dispite his dark coloration as all predators are camoflaged to archiv better hunting efficiency, he was packless or a singel hunter. Unless he was a scout... just like themself. They speculated that it must be rather young, because it was not using its gray colorations advantage during midnight or hunting in the light of the moon.

• Four, he apparently was sapient. Some of the pony spoke broken Griffon. It was to faint to understand, but it was clearly even without context Griffon-ish. Both Griffon's grimaced about there verbal murder of their language. Without a beak it was rather hard to round the 'S' after all.

• Five, he must be a bipad, that small of a profile at there angle could not be from a quadrapet. Like a Abesinian.

Very interessting to observe was one particular yummy looking pony giving the groundbound Predator ample chance to rip into her. What shocked them most was that nothing happend. Blood would be visible even from there position. But prey nor did predator was not leaking any in a puddle.

That can only mean one of five things or maybe some in combination:

• First, it's injured and its don't risk any further injury until it is in hunting condition again while being surrounded.

• Second, its hunger is sated and it can't or won't kill prey as to store its meat for later. That might indicate sapient behavior concluded the Griffon's.

• Third, its high on some Griffon Nip or other plants drug and mistakes the food for playmates.

• Fourth, it might not be a predator after all.

• Fifth, it only eats carcases or even rotting meat like a adult Hyena, Hydra chick or Harpy chick. Both Griffon's envy other races for this ability.
  Even slightly rotting meat still tasted acceptebel in dire times.

What ever the reason, with the ponys on high alert there was no easy kill for the Griffon's to snatch. So the Griffon's left as to hunt for other prey since the Ponys camp blocked there fishing grounds.

Gabriel wondered if he was high on something.
Than again, who would get multicolored ponys of different races in his mind and how they acted in a military fashion if they feel threaten...
Ok maybe that was possible after all, on good drugs.

But his rational mind kinda checked out after the bloody rabbit tried to hunt him down, twice.
Accepting that this all was not a dream or the most epic of hallucination, that was going to be his life from now on... what fun.

He could feel pain from his aching body, all the long travel yesterday and today. The food he eat was more flavorful than he could have dream up. Dreams could only use known sensations, he nodded to himself. Also Gabriel could'nt imagen that crap would be anything but real life. This was simply to surreale to come from his imagination. If made up by himself, this fantasy world would be filled by his mind by nothing less than hot human hookers or in a fantasy setting full of catgirls and not ponys...

Anyway, he was making probably progress of any kind. If this pony mare could trust him enough to expose herself to a predator, than he could probably one day get into one of the tents.
In the vain hope that beyond reason a human would be there. Or he would get some kind of shelter. His luck with the weather would sooner or later end and being naked and wet as well really wasn't healthy.

Faithful Wings was quite surprised that her desperate gamble worked out so far. The predator was sapient but docile, be it because it's like she hoped earlyer on some kind of plant based drug like Griffon Nip or Yak Iceflower rootrot.
Than again its tiny front focused eyes seem to be clear and HE has clearly no sign of a inibriated mind that she could tell. The positivly male predator was booping her on exacly the same spot and didn't let his claw land anywhere else. If this would happen tomorrow again, than this might be the mare of all apples.

Being brave enough to risk her health and life for the herds would win her a place in the breeding line for sure, unless she ended up dead, she mentaly shrugged.

Perhaps for more than a singel rutting to get a foal! Maybe, just maaaybe she could become a standing mare in one of the Stallion herds! Her heart was flying loops.

Or creator forgive her selffish heart, Stallions would share her to spread her bloodline and give this mare a higher chances to bear a Colt instead of a Filly. She could even start to dream about becoming a head mare in her twilight years if she didn't get catched by any hungry Griffon.

As the pegasus mare dared to dream of finaly landing a chance of a foal with one of the Stallions, did the male predator strike her unexpecting trembling defenseless body. Right on her coat.

Gabriel becoming a bit more daring, trying his luck on the cute pegasus mare. He reached out to her and dragged her semi limp body into a hug.
When the mare stopped tensing up, did the daring man started to snuggel her brave cyan pegasus. Everyone loves snuggels. No dog or cat he ever pet ever disliked snuggels as long his breath don't bothered them... or he overdid it.

Faithful Wings was dumbstruck. The male bipedal predator catched her in his strong forehooves and his claws take firm, but injury free hold of her. She could feel him making contact. His flat muzzle was rubbing against her left front shoulder. She wondered what this behavior was all about.

Was he cold? He didn't seem to have any hair. Without a coat it must be difficult to keep warm, she deduced.
Than again it was the start of summer and today was a rather hot day.

Or perhaps he was marking her with his sent?
But why? As to give her a chance of survival of his pack members, if they should get a jump on her when on ground? Perhaps booping his nose was seen as game instead of testing how dangerous he was.

What ever it was, it felt really nice. No stallion besides her father ever give her more than a nuzzel of affection.

O by the creator, he was actually high on some plant despite the lack of signes and that why he was docile. She was totaly dead meat if it would wear out before she could get to safety.

Gabriel keep her in a firm, but not to rough hug. Snuggels and petting should get his point across.

Dear creator, his claw's are all over my coat, his dull claws don't cut me at all. It actually feels really...
O by the creator he is touching my carefully preened wings! He isn't going to mate me? Breeding a prey isn't a thing predator do?!
O by my mother feathers and fathers horn, i was never breed by any singel or herd pony Stallion, but this wild predator stallion is about to breed me. Infront of everypony.

Gabriel was slightly nervouse, the pegasus mare stopped trying to escape his embrace, but shivered quite a lot by now. Her coat was feeling nice, she was really warm and her feathers were soft as silk! He loved the feeling of his fingers gliding over them.

One of the feathers got lose.
He hoped it was a lose one, but since the quill had no blood on the tip he guessed it was save to assume it was about to fall out soon on its own.
It would make a nice decoration pinned behind his ear.

Creator have mercy on her poor marehood!
He plucked a lose feather from her and is putting it on himself! He has no coat, chest fluff or mane to stick it on, but his tiny ear seem to hold it tight non the less.

Mother and father will hoovepalm so hard my future siblings will feel it, she wailed internaly.
He marked himself with my feather as my mate!
He is totaly going to breed me infront of everypony in his plant drugged state isn't he?

Gabriel enjoyed the shorthair coat of this pony winged snuggelbuddy. While her continued shivering made him increasingly nervouse, he did hope it wasn't to mutch to snuggel her infront of everyone. It's just some friendly gesture after all.

Pony keep breaking formation, everypony could'nt belive there eyes. The predator was sapient, but docile, yet it revealed its true colors. He was about to claim the mare for his pack!
That was unheard of! A predator claiming a prey mare! What to do? Should they try save her or...
Should'nt they let it happen?

Perhaps beyond any common reasoning and uncommon and/or common knownlege, could there be predators that in time become trusted herdmates?! Perhaps defending the Foals and Stallion in the tents alongside the mares? What better defense against predators than a predator.

Faithful Wings was about to hyperventilate. The predator stallion changed there laying position into a sitting. He was right behind her, hunched over her like a stallion about to claim his breeding mare. It was about to happen, she was about to get breed like she dream about for years, but instead of a pony stud it was a... a... a predator!
Creator have mercy, being the first prey mare to ever get breed by a predator stallion.
This... this was going to make her a head mare for sure!

Gabriel enjoyed the petting and the one sided hug he give the mare quite a lot. She was sooo soft.
The shaking from her body become stronger, but he now belived it to be like from a purrring cat.
Best snuggelbuddy everrr!

This wait was killing Faithful Wings nerves. The humming predator keep nuzzeling her, while his soft, dull claw's drive troughout her coat like a Pegasus trough a stormcloud.
This mating ritual was taking eons and her marehood started to wink in... fear, yes fear and nothing else. Not even the smallest part of herself was anticipating it happening. At all.
It's just impossible to be aroused by the idea of a strong, but gentle predatory stallion to nuzzel her and going all over the wings in a embrace like never before spoken in storys of the elders.
Soon he would...

He would claim her, he would drape himself over her body, he would ram his giant unbending stallionhood into her little fragil marehood. Mother told her it would be painful, it would be rough and way to short. He would impale her nethers with his savage lust and not stop, until he shot his white thick hot load all over her insides. Perhaps slap his limb stallionhood on her cutie mark as to leave a seed mark of domination and ownership.

When he claimed her body as to her bringing his foal to this world, as a good mare should be proud of. Ten mares to one Stallion is a cruel inbalance in Prey species.
Perhaps her foal birthrate would be different? Predators seem to be male, matter of factly did Faithful Wings never remember to see a female Griffon. Maybe predators have ten males to one females? If yes, could predator and prey fix there birthrates? If they can interbreed at all...

She never heard of a predator and prey forming a herd after all. But if it works, than maybe just maaaybe... more than one Stallion in a herd become a reality instead of staying more than a dream.

Gabriel wondered what the pony was thinking. Did she enjoy the petting like a cat and dog would or did he made a misinterpretation of the situation. Better safe than sorry, he withdraw his arms, let his hug fade and stopped his petting.
He got up from a sitting into a kneeling position, noted her raised tail hanging slightly to the side and wondered if he didn't overpet that poor pony as she nodded to him.

Time to make friends, he would stand up and collect berrys, fruits and other stuff. Probably wood in general for a nightcamp fire. A camp fire would be nice. Like with his father when they camp, while on mushroom hunt. He really was hoping to ever taste marshmallows again, even one more time before the rest of his life ended in this strange new world.

One last boop to seal the deal.

Faithful Wings was about to explode, that stallion marked her with his sent and was all clawsy with her. He turned her marehood into wetland by gently clawing troughout her feathers and her now stone stiff wings could cut ponys in half mid flight. Yet he just booped her once more on the muzzle when she looked back at him, nodding her submission to his breeding demand.

He... he just left her to dry, this hunk of dominant but gently loving stallion meat just left her wet as a rainjungle, yet his stallionhood was as limp as before. Dear creator, he had no sheath did he? Her deeply ashamed, but aroused hope that he was actually a plant drug high predator stallion wanting to rut a mare in range was dashed.

Never to pretend to face a dangerous predator all on her own for the herd's! After today no pony stallion of any herd would ever chose her, as to not start a fight with the stallion predator that marked himself with her feather. Hurricanes and thunderstorms, if he could'nt give her a foal than she could die a foalless mare!

Author's Note

Hope my humor is to entertaining to pass off. This story will be rather long and in several sequels depending on the progress.
There will be fun and games, the most harsh sides of life and eventually the magic of Friendship and love.

Thanks for the advice from my readers. Fixed the typing mistakes and added a line here and there.

Edit: 29.01.2023
Grammar checked.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
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11.04.2024