Idaho_Jackson

~The SNACK to SWEAT over!~

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Name:Idaho Jackson

Species: Human

Gender: female

Age: 32

Size: 5 ft. 9

Hair Color: Brunette

Eye Color:Blue

Appearance: Somewhat Muscular and well toned.

Bust Size: 34 E

Occupation:Professional Athlete

Role: Switch leaning towards prey

Sexuality: Bisexual

Disposition:Idaho would consider herself to be a nice enough and pleasant woman, there is however no hiding her competitive nature. Idaho will go a step too far if it means victory.....or escape

Too Focused on the Race

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The stopwatch began to tick with a faint CLICK CLICK CLICK as it's cogs moved within, gripped tightly in a feminine hand it's gentle chime reached the ears of none spare it's owner who was ever focused on the orange track ahead and beneath her feet. Idaho had one clear goal in mind, beat her best time, beat the others!. And suddenly, as a loud BOOM of a starting pistol pierced the sky, the runners took flight!.

The nimble yet curvaceous athlete ran first at a steady pace before pushing her body to it's limits, she knew full well her abilities and was steadily reaching her peak but as the track screeched beneath her feet from the tread of her running shoes Idaho seemed ever focused on pushing herself further, she was running towards the chequered tape and it seemed as if nothing but fate itself could stop her.

Small Beads of sweat slithered down her curves and eventually fell from the beautiful woman's body as she made it round the curve of the track, her fellow runners had long since faded behind her becoming little more than a faint memory, she didn't even care to think about where they were for all she could visualize was the finish line ahead.Every lunge brought her closer until she was nearing the final bend and victory. The sounds of cheering fans were but a blur to her as she ran.......... she didn't even realize when the cheers turned into panicked screams hellbent on warning her of what was approaching from behind.

So focused on the finish line ahead of her the tanned athlete was unaware of the great danger that lurked deadly close behind her!. The sound of hooves beating against the padded track swiftly approached from behind and they moved at a speed far faster than Idaho, or any runner on the track, could compete with.CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP, the foreboding sound echoed to all spare the brunette runner who kept herself steadily focused on the track and rhythmic ticking of the watch in her hand.

Idaho forced a cheeky and confident smile as the finish line drew close approached,victory seemed so certain and that gold medal, her prize, was ready for her neck. The athlete curved around the final bend and made ready to sprint the last distance, the great beast behind her however moved faster still, faster than the runner in fact.

Idaho suddenly found herself in a terrifying predicament....... and it began with two hands clamping onto her waist, in one swift movement the brunette was pulled up from the tracks,her momentum fading instantly, and lifted upwards at least a foot from the floor. But before Idaho could register what had happened or who had grabbed her and snatched what had been a guaranteed victory from her fingertips Idaho's world changed significantly and suddenly. The runner's vision was suddenly blotted out and replaced with a pink mass of pulsating muscles, saliva and a tongue that was not afraid to slap across the woman's face. It took but seconds for the runner to realise that she was being unceremoniously devoured....but that was simply not quick enough.

The great beast that had been quick to pursue Idaho was none other than an opportunistic centaur in the mood for some fast food and and she had certainly found it upon spotting Idaho. The other runners had simply not been worth the effort in grabbimg but Idaho......there was a woman worthy of breaking a sweat, a woman perfectly suited to filling the tight guts of an opportunistic and voracious predator. Idaho was quick to realize just how fast the centaur was as well for she had no time to complain, scream or even muster a defense before the tanned athlete had been devoured up to her breasts, the tight gym top had helped contain her expansive bosom as she ran but in terms of being devoured it merely aided the centaur. Perhaps they would have posed a problem for the predator but as such the compacted orbs disappeared with relative ease and so too did Idaho's slick sweat covered stomach, her thick meaty thighs and finally her toned legs. Where once a skilled runner had been but moments earlier only a satisfied predator remained.

Idaho had been mere metres to the finish line, to victory..... but in a way the brunette did in fact finish her race. The centaur, wiping a mixture of sweat and saliva from her pert, plump lips gradually CLIP CLOPPED over the line and with her came a rather evident sagging belly that swayed wildly with the brunette's form impacted tightly against the fleshy walls wriggling for release. The centaur held up her arms in victory, for none of the other runners dared to pass her, and with a smile passed the chequered line gave her sagging underbelly, and the feminine form pressed tightly against her flesh, a good pat and disappeared into the crowd of onlookers. With her the centaur took her fast food and a very satisfied and full feeling as Idaho screamed and kicked in the sweltering stomach of the predator.Nothing but a long digestion awaited the once accomplished woman who had been deemed as nothing more than a quick snack.

There was no doubt that the centaur would have to go running again to work off her curvaceous meal.....perhaps Idaho wasn't the first, she certainly wouldn't be the last......but she was one of the best.