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The Little mouse ran panting. He Felt the cold night air on his mostly naked body. He heard the heavy tread of his pursuer. He ran down the road and made a swift left into an abandoned building. He knew there would be some place to hide. His pursuer was big and he was small. He ran shivering in the cold to the dark mass of the broken down gas station. He knew the door to the convenience store would be locked, so he made for the back of the building. In its day this had been a big service station, there was a sizable convenience store once packed with snacks and groceries, farther in the back was a Garage where minor repairs could be made to vehicles. It was full of lockers he could hide in. He Didn't make for it, it was too obvious, he instead hooked left and made for the bathrooms, there had been a large set of bathrooms and even some shower stalls when the place had been working, but they were only reachable through the store and a maintenance door, booth would be locked but again he was small and he was spry. He looked up and found one of the windows that opened out to let moist hot air escape the showers. He scuttled up to it and jumped. Though it was a good 8 feet off the ground the little mouse vaulted up to it with the help of a pile of debris. He was barely 5 feet tall and weighed almost nothing but was lean and athletic so he jumped up caught the edged of the open window and with little to no effort slithered through the opening. He dropped to the floor noiselessly and slunk forward. He was in the showers, basic tiled walls with shower heads and little privacy as they were all open, anyone using one of the showers would be in full view of everyone else using the facilities. There were 2 stalls that offered more privacy but the guys that had used this placed didn't often need such luxuries. He crouched down and walked softly toward the end of this row of showers. With his eyes adjusting to the dark he saw the rows of minimal lockers that were enought to hold the clothes on you back and contents of your pockets.The Toilet stalls were on the back wall bu there weren't many as the room before this one was a full set of stalls and urinals. These were mostly for handicapped people and any of the bathers that needed to use the toilets before they finished showering. He peeked out and was in the process of looking toward the exit into the urinals when suddenly the lights snapped on.

He jumped slightly but kept quiet, his eyes darted around and caught sight of the motion sensor. These were put in to turn the lights off if someone left them on and left the room, a common method of saving power. His eyes took in the room in an instant, nothing was there, but the motion sensor working in this rundown heap was rather improbable. His eyes searched and.... There, small cameras on the ceiling, back in the day they would have been security cameras to make sure their were no fights or robberies in the locker rooms. These were newer, high-rez cameras that gave almost cinematic coverage of the room. His eyes darted thoroughly, He was sure something was about to happen.

It did. He felt a strong pair of arms encircle him from behind and pull him tightly to a soft belly. He looked up in time to see an open maw, a healthy pink and moist with saliva, a large tongue pressed down out of the way and rows of perfectly white teeth. He didn't have mush time to look as it came down over him and he felt his lean body slide smoothly into the warm confining flesh. He felt his body lifted effortlessly by the strong if somewhat falbby arms. Then it went black. Silent. Sensation-less.

The small mouse awoke violently with a "FUCK!" He lay on one of the comfortable telepresence tables with sensors and wireless transmitters dotting his body. He was pantiing, heart racing and dick throbbing. He lay a moment to let the transitory dizziness pass, before he sat up abruptly and hopped off the table. he walked toward a computer that was manned by a geeky looking grizzly bear. The bear had turned around at the outburst and gazed rather mildly at the small athletic mouse with a raging hardon stalk toward him.

" What went wrong?" The mouse asks more in resigned annoyance than really anger. His face was pinched and a little sour.

" Al out thought you." the bear says blandly.

" not that dummy" the mouse said and playfully punched the bear's arm, as his sour look dissolved into a little smile. On the Monitor was a camera angle from the shower room, clear and clean, showing a large bellied husky with almost black fur and a snowy white underbelly. That underbelly was stretched a little and he was rubbing it and prodding it.

" I will have to look over all the telemetry but the signal just cut out, no weakening or interference, as soon as he got your head down his throat the signal just cut." the bear says pointing to a set of lines showing the signal strength of the devices embeded on the vat-grown duplicate of the mouse. They all read 0 showing a graph of when they all cut out at once.

" If it was the sensors being blocked by Al body the ones on my legs wouldn't have gone out at the same time as the ones on my head." the mouse says.

" No they wouldn't" says the bear.

On the screen the large bellied husky, standing shirtless reaches for his belt and pulls off a little walkie-talkie.

" Not that i didn't enjoy the meal, but clients are gonna want a little squirm time, Knowing Brandon the signal went dead cause he ain't moving in there." Came the voice through the little speaker as Al, their pred tester and one of the tech guys says as he idly slaps his stomach on the monitor. The bear reaches for a switch and presses it before saying

" Yeah looks like it, he is standing here grumpily looking over the numbers with a raging boner and a major case of cock block face." The bear replies blithely. On the screen they can see all chuckling. Brandon looks away from the numbers and his ears heat with embarrassment.

" Dude" Brandon says aggrieved.

" Dude, he probably felt your boner when he swallowed you, or your Tele-puppet anyway, that thing would have had the same stiffy you have. and it would have been pressed agains the roof of his mouth." The bear explains nonchalantly. " I think Al knows you want to fuck him." The bear finishes mildly. " Speaking of fucking what is Glenn up to?" The bear says as he looks at the other Prey-tester across the room. There on the telepresence table is a stoutly built fox, laying still but breathing fast and a smile on his face. His dick is also at peak arousal.

" Monitor 5" Brandon says and points. The Bear looks and nods with approval. Instead of seeing the fox the pair have a perfect veiw of a bear's bare ass as it humps and works in the moonlight, at first glance it looks as if the bear was humping a tree, but little bit of orange showing the fox's Tele-pupet is hugging the tree as their 4th partner in buisness, Bernerd Den' Urso, a former longhaul trucker now turned construction worker and pred tester pumped happily away with his jeans around his ankles. His head was pulled back and he was probably letting out loud pleasured grunts. The Geeky looking grizzly hit a few buttons and brought up Glenn's telemetry. His signal was strong and they had set no sensation filters but the pleasure centers of Gleen's brain were lit it up.He was enjoyeying being pressed up against a tree by a huge bear and fucked within an inch of his life under a full moon. In a few minutes Bernerd's head dipped down every so often.

" is he finally eating him?" Bradon says, now pouring over the data and not watching the monitor.

" no He is kissing the top of Glenn's head, Bernerd is a bit of a romantic." The bear says from his console.

Brandon reaches over and hits the intercom button.

" Bernerd quit playing with your food and get to the testing and Digesting" Brandon says playfully.

While still running his hand up and down his next meal Bernerd takes the walkie talkie off his belt and speaks into it.

" c'mon mate, ye wanted full sensation data from the tele-puppets, sit back and enjoy the numbers." Bernerd's deep but silk voice comes mixed with pleasured fox moans.

" Actually lets watch Glenn and see if the full sensation comes through," the bear says turning. Glenn's body lay still. But his cock bounced franticly with spasms. " What is Bernerd doing with him Brandon?" the bear asks.

" It looks like... um hard to tell. No wait he is giving Glenn a reach around" Brandon says as he suddenly recognizes the the motions the hefty bear's left arm is making.

" Looks like full sensation is transmitting, Glenn is cumming." the bear says and Brandon looks over to see Glenn's paunchy little belly being sprayed with a sizable ejaculate. It keeps spasming even after he seems to have gone empty. The bear turns back to watch the monitor as Bernerd pulls his member out of the stoutly built fox then turns him around for a kiss on the forehead and a very tender hug. Brandon chuckles as on the screen Glenn reachs up and pull the large bear's mouth open and then pokes the bear's belly. With almost majestic ease bernerd lifts the fox and stuff him into his face, the bear's naturally chubby cheeks stretching as the fox's body slide in. Bernerd does the typical pred manuver of angling his head back and gulping down the last half pf the fox.

The Geeky Grizzly's eyes hop quickly back and forth between the monitor and the sensor feed. On the monitor Bernerd stands naked in the moonlight as his belly bulges and squirms.

" We are getting some signal drop off, but glenn is feeling everything. The pain levels are coming in... they are fluctuating a bit. everything looks good." the bear says. On the monitor Bernerd rubs and kneads at his belly as its contents struggle. Brandon thought it looked like it was great fun and was mildly sour again he didn't get to experience stewing away in Al's large belly. He Had experienced being digested once before when he met this really drunk guy at bar. The guy had been built to Brandon's liking he had been a very large bear, with plenty of extra meat on his tummy. he had talked the bear back to his dorm and drunken curiosity and the adventurousness of youth lead him into teasing the bear into stuffing him into his tummy. It had been hot and it began to tingle, he had fought but he had also never felt so alive and happy as he was broken down and left in the void that souls slept in. He had remembered it. The next morning he awoke to the now sober and embarrassed bear who had using an innate magical talent reformed Brandon. Despite Brandon's assurances the bear had apologized profusely and left. Years had gone by and life had happened but he never got the same experience. He had found Other preds for sure, but for some reason they always declined him. Some seemed downright nervous in his presence. There had been one tough beefy biker rat that suddenly began shivering if Brandon stood to close to him. It had all seemed hopeless until one day he ran into his current business partner and the only pred that had taken him. Dean fensinbawn. Dean had been working on techno biological interfaces that had made cybernetic prosthetics that were seamless and far ahead of anything on the market. Dean had been in talks with Glenn who had patented a method of rapidly growing biological matter that was a near replica of the initial sample, to the point of near perfect duplication. After some awkward conversation Brandon had asked if they had ever combined the 2 processes and coupled them with radio or subspace broadband to make a meat puppet. That got them talking and now they were all working on a piar of projects to cater to the vore market and maybe bring the subculture into the light and with it some acceptance. And he would get to feel being prey again, that was part of the motivation. They didn't need to worry about money Dean was loaded from his patents, Glenn was swimming in cash even though he had made many of his discoveries public domain, allowing for hospitals to never worry about organ donors. Then they had found Big ol Al, or Alfred Cawhen, who seemed to be doing well enough to dedicate his mechanical talents to this endever. Plus he had be a voracious pred. Tonight was supposed to be that special time he got to feel it again, after giving all the equipment a good testing. What had gone wrong?

" Signal is dropping off, i think Bern's digested to the implants, yup they just cut out." Dean's voice interrupted his trip through memory land and sour pondering. On the table Glenn suddenly opened his eyes and sat up grinning.

" Well i'll be it worked pretty damn well!' he says excitedly then he wipes at the globs of cum on his chest. He grins sheepishly as he feels the cooling wet mess he made on his belly." I guess you saw for yourselves. How was yours Bran?"

"Didn't work, sensors cut out." Brandon shrugs trying to hide his frustration. " We will review the data but that was pretty great for the trial run i mean i felt everything else, the cold air the dirt of the road Felt like i was really there, then Al got me..."

" Yes i did." Comes the teasing cocky voice through the door. Al was must have walked back to the command center from the old service station. He was still shirtless and his tummy swollen with the remains of Brandon's Tele-puppet. Brandon only turned his head to look back at him but Glenn on the table saw the mouse's dick swell slightly. He just grinned cheekily and began removing the wireless interfaces from his head.

" I better shower." Glenn says and walks off toward the bathroom, a smaller version of the row showers in the service station, open and built to serve many at once with little to no privacy.

" Look Brandon i know you are trying to play it cool, but you are disappointed," Dean says looking up from the computer monitors. Brandon just shrugs. " Al bring your belly over here and press it against Bran he needs a cheer up." Dean says

" oh come on..." Bran starts and then Al's strong meaty hand is pressing Brandon's head against his stomach. He hears it gurgle and growl a little. " Ok this is actually kinda nice...zip it Dean" Brandon admits. He is mildly lulled by the sounds of digestion a stupid grin spreads across his face. When Bernerd makes his way inside huffing a little Brandon just puts up a finger to silence him.

" I am having a moment" Brandon says. Bernerd just rolls his eyes and head toward the bathroom.

Al leans down and whispers, " You may also need a shower, i will let you take the belly with you if you want." Brandon looks up, and sees the casual playful lusty twinking in Al's eyes.

" Why the fuck not " Brandon says as he removes all the sensors he had still been wearing and placed them on the table.

" I will shower also" Dean announces

" Why, you didn't do anything physical" Brandon says as walks toward the shower room.

" Well there will be a bunch of nakedness and a bunch of guys who are making fuck me eyes at each other, i want to watch Plus look at that." Dean motions.

Al had undone his belt and was droping his pants, he also droped his underwear showing his plump shapely butt.

" I want to follow that ass" Dean says mater of factly With that they all walk into the showers. Glenn is already soaping up but openly watching Bernerd whoa is carefully cleaning his groin.

" I pretty glad it was the telepuppet takin that thing i think i would be walkin funny if it were real me."

" Want to find out?" Bernerd says with a mischievous smile. While this is happening Al has pinned Brandon to the wall with his stomach and is letting the little mouse wrap his legs around the Husky's stomach as the mouse pumps his thighs as he humps Al's navel, all shyness gone. Dean now naked and wet but not really cleaning himself watches everyone and Idly strokes his sizable cock. Bernerd catches Dean's eye and the 2 bears began to jack in sync while Glenn forgets about rinsing off and just cuddles into Bernerd's side as he jacks. All were occupied and quiet happy with their little buisness venture and the close companionship. The sound of water and delighted panting was all they could hear.

That is why no one noticed the computer that had been left on was starting to pick up readings. All the detached telepresence sensors left in the table began to vibrate slightly. The Monitors that showed the readings in numbers and graphs spiked and jittered with data. The Screens filled with intense spikey red lines that would could only be read as intense sensations that would shatter minds and contort bodies. The readings sputtered spasmed and jittered then went flat. The computer showed no readings again. But the timeline of reading were now pepered with red flags all clustered into the strange few seconds. There was a total of 148 red markers that all simply read.

"Potentially Lethal Event"