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Lily grimly surveyed the freezer-burned mice. Her once brimming freezer of prey had been reduced to only a dozen of the pathetic rodents over the past 3 months. The bobcat glanced behind her at the family of tabbies she'd taken in at the start of the preys' raid, the two adults and three kittens still sleeping in their well-used bedrolls. She'd never imagined the siege on their bunker would last so long. Surely, the King's army should have crushed the prey rebellion by now. Did they forget us? Lily could have blamed the tabbies for her predicament--the freezer of food would have lasted her much longer--but she knew she'd done the right thing dragging them into her shelter when she had. If she hadn't the prey would have captured them, and Lily didn't even want to imagine what those savages had done to the predators unfortunate enough to fall into their claws.

As if on cue, the doorbell buzzed, causing the tabbies to start awake. Lily regretted ever installing the callbox; she was sure the prey called down just to taunt them. Still, she tromped across the room and hit the button to answer the obnoxious buzzer.

"What?" she growled.

The distorted image of a rabbit's grinning visage appeared on the grainy screen from the door camera. "Good morning!" they piped cheerfully. "How are all of you kitties this morning? It's a lovely day! Why don't you-all come out and see? We have food for you if you do."

"Fuck off!" Lily growled. "We don't eat your fucking leaves!"

"It's not leaves. It's good food for carnivores like you kitties. Don't be afraid. I promise we won't hurt you."

"Yeah right," Lily scoffed. "Go away. We aren't coming out today or ever."

"You can't stay down there forever," the rabbit replied matter-of-factly. "Are you sure you won't come out today? You must be getting hungry."

"We have plenty of prey," Lily lied. "If you're so worried about us, kill yourself, and we'll make use of you."

The rabbit frowned, "I see you're not ready to come out yet. Don't worry; we'll be here when you decide to."

The rabbit hopped away, and Lily hung up the call with a scoff of disgust. Did the prey really think they were stupid? Why wouldn't they just leave them alone?

"Do you think they really have food?" one of the kittens mewed hopefully.

"Hush, Oliver," his mother shushed him. "They just say that to get us to come out."

Lily glanced at the tabbies uncomfortably. Whether or not the prey were telling the truth might not matter much longer. They had food for a few more days at most; then they would have to choose between eating and giving themselves up to their enemies. Where's that blasted army?

"We still have food here," Lily stated as cheerfully as she could.

She returned to the freezer and took out 4 of the mice, taking one for herself and giving the other 3 to the tabbies to share. They were obliged to let them thaw and eat them raw; the gas for her portable stove had run out over a month ago. Fortunately, they solar panels running the rest of the appliances as well as the fan that provided them with fresh air were still working. Lily wasn't sure why the prey hadn't destroyed them to drive them out sooner. This bunker was meant more as a tornado shelter than a siege-resistant fort. Still, the prey had contented themselves with their daily taunting.

There was unfortunately little to do in the bunker, but Lily was glad to have company. They chatted and shared stories; it was a way to pass the time even if Lily was sure she'd heard all of the tabbies' stories five times by now. It would have been difficult to tell the time of day without the clock, but late that evening when it must have been getting dark, the doorbell buzzed again.

Lily snarled as she hit the button to answer, "What?!" The prey didn't usually bother them twice in one day!

"H-hi!" came the nervous meow over the speakers. "I, um, I'm here from the resistance. Can I come in?"

"'The resistance,'" Lily repeated skeptically. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Th-the predator resistance, resisting the prey, you know, after they, um, they took over." Lily could only see the dark outlines of the cat's pointed ears in the door camera video, but he sounded nervous, suspicious.

"Go away," she growled. "There's nothing here for you."

"I-I have prey! Er, I mean, dead prey, food! You can have it if you let me in. Please? I, um, the prey might find me if I wait out here longer."

"Show us the food," Lily demanded.

The cat held up something limp in front of the camera. Lily guessed it could be a rabbit. It was hard to tell.

"Where did you get that?" she asked suspiciously.

"I, um, I got it from one of the houses the prey haven't cleared out yet."

"You didn't kill one of them then," Lily replied, unimpressed. "Some resistance."

"I-I'm just a scout! I'm here to find you, er, predators like you. We're gathering those who escaped. We have guns. Once there are enough of us, we'll take our country back!"

"Does your 'resistance' have food?"

"Yes, of course."

"I guess you can come in. That had better really be food though, or," she paused dangerously. "We might just eat you instead."

The cat laughed nervously, "Heheheh, it's prey, I swear. A dead bunny. I, um, i-it should still be good."

The cat was obviously nervous, and that made Lily uneasy. But maybe she'd be nervous too if she was standing outside not sure whether prey would spring out and capture her at any moment. This cat might even know what horrible things the prey did to predators they captured.

"I'll be up in a minute," Lily stated.

Lily climbed the concrete tunnel to the heavy metal door and cranked open the sturdy lock. She pushed it out, and the cat stumbled back. He was a brown mackerel tabby, but what Lily really noticed was the plump rabbit he was carrying: it must have been nearly as big as him! She gaped at the prey, and quickly ushered him inside before hastily locking the door behind them.

"I'm Lily," she greeted him. She couldn't take her eyes off of the prey. Her stomach growled.

"J-Jason," the cat replied.

"We're down here," she meowed perfunctorily.

She led him down the tunnel to the main room. As they entered, the tabbies goggled at the prey, more than they'd seen in weeks. Lily took the rabbit and began to divide it into portions, placing most in the freezer. With proper rationing, it could last them weeks. Of course, they now had another mouth to feed.

Lily glanced at the tom. "I assume you have some plan to get us out of here if we're supposed to be joining your 'resistance'."

"Uh, right! They'll be here in a few days, a week at most. They'll hold off they prey, so you-all can escape and join us."

"What's he talking about, Lily?" the female tabby, Elsbeth, asked.

"Supposedly he's from some 'predator resistance' that's fighting back against the prey," Lily drawled. "I don't know why they can't just get the King's army here and sort this out unless there were uprisings all over the country."

The tom blinked at her, "Erm, there really isn't a kingdom anymore or an army. There's the resistance like I said, but the preys' takeover was pretty complete. In other countries too. Basically, they control everything now."

Lily eyed him disconcertedly, "How do you know that?"

"Er, there have been reports, on the radio. Only the prey are broadcasting now, but that's what they said."

"They could be lying," Lily pointed out. "I knew I should have packed a shortwave radio in here though."

"If the prey have taken over, then what's the point of it all?!" Elsbeth cried. "We really should just, just give ourselves up! Th-they keep saying they won't hurt us. Maybe we should trust them!"

Lily glared at her, "You're just going to believe that! Who knows what they're actually doing to predators?!" She turned toward Jason, "Do you know?"

"Erm, well, I know they shrink them," he answered uncomfortably.

"Then what?" Lily demanded.

"We, uh, we don't really know, but we've seen some of them, er, out for walks and things."

Lily stared at him in confusion, "'Out for walks?'"

"Yeah, like, on a leash or whatever. They, um, they like to keep us as their pets."

"'As their pets,'" Lily repeated in disgust. The thought turned her stomach. How could predators be reduced to playthings for prey?! Would this be their fate too? Maybe starving to death was preferable.

"What's it like being a pet?" one of the kittens asked.

"I don't know, Sweetie," Elsbeth soothed. "But maybe it's not so bad. I'm sure they'd treat us kindly, so you don't need to be afraid."

Lily knew Elsbeth was just trying to keep her kittens calm, but she wanted to object anyway. How could it be anything but horrible to be owned by prey?! She turned to Jason, "And you really think your resistance can do something to change all of this?" she demanded.

"W-we're going to try. If we can just get some of the shrink rays, we can turn other predators back to increase out numbers."

"You mean you don't even have any yet?!" Lily rebuked.

The cat looked away nervously, "We're doing our best."

Lily sighed, "It sounds half-baked, but I guess it might be our only option. At least they have food." She distributed raw chunks of the rabbit to the tabbies and offered one to the tom, "We don't have a way to cook it, but it's not bad raw."

"I, er, had some before I came here. You keep it. You need it more than me," he replied uncomfortably.

Lily snorted at the tom's squeamishness, "You'll have to try it eventually," she stated. She put the rest in the freezer and sat on the floor to eat her own piece.

After a minute, the tom sat down as well. He looked around then glanced at Lily.

"I know it isn't much," Lily grumbled. "It's kept us from becoming 'pets' these past three months though."

The tom nodded.

"Where are you from?" the male tabby, Matt, asked the tom conversationally.

"A village not far from here," Jason answered.

"How did you get away?"

"I ran. I was just lucky, I guess."

"Do you think you can really help us?" Elsbeth asked anxiously.

Jason nodded, "I know I can. We have lots of food, and we take care of each other. It's not a bad life."

"How do you avoid being captured?" Lily inquired.

"We, um, we're just always moving. We have scouts, and we avoid prey patrols. There, uh, aren't too many of those now. They think they got about all of us."

"From what you've said, it sounds like they have," Lily observed dryly.

Jason nodded in acknowledgement, "The resistance isn't big, but it' what we've got."

They finished eating and groomed themselves. Lily showed the new tom where the toilet was hidden behind a curtain, actually a sheet stuck to the ceiling with duck tape.

"I'm afraid I don't have another bedroll for you," she stated. "There's some cardboard over there, so you don't have to lie on the floor."

The tom nodded, "Alright."

Lily crawled into her own bedroll. "Turn off the light when you're ready."

"Do, uh, does anyone keep watch?"

"No need. The prey can't get in here. That's one advantage we have over your resistance. We're secure here. If we just had enough food, we could never leave."

"How much do you have?"

"A lot more with what you brought us," Lily answered evasively. "It should be plenty to last until your resistance arrives, assuming they come."

"They'll come," the tom replied.

"We'll see," Lily allowed.

The tom laid out the cardboard and turned off the lights. In the red glow of the clock, Lily could see him trying to get comfortable on the hard floor. She wasn't sure how this tom had managed to survive in the wild; he didn't seem the type. In fact, he looked rather soft and well fed. Maybe they really do have lots of food. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

* * *

Lily was jolted awake by a kitten's cry of fear. She barely had time to sit up herself, blinking in the lights that someone had turned back on, when an enormous pair of hands pinned her arms to her sides and lifted her into the air.

"Good morning, kitty!"

Lily recognized the giant, white and black-splotched rabbit from the door camera feed. Glancing toward the other cats, she saw half a dozen more rabbits holding the now shrunken tabbies. How had this happened?! Did I- Her eyes fell on the new tom, awkwardly standing by the entrance to the tunnel, his striped tail swishing uncomfortably: he was still full size.

"You did this!" she yowled in horror. "I, I never should have let you inside! I should have know you-"

"Sh-sh-shh," the rabbit holding her shushed. "It's okay. I promised we wouldn't hurt you, remember? Jason did help us, but he only wanted to help you kitties. You're safe now; we'll take good care of you."

The rabbit's promises meant nothing to Lily. She didn't know what would happen to them, but she was too angry to think about that now. She turned her head away from the rabbit to berate the tom some more, "What did they promise you?! What are they giving you that was worth selling us out?! More food?! You look like you get enough! Is that why you're so well fed? You sell out other predators to these prey?!"

The tom kept his eyes averted, "I did what I thought was right," he murmured uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, but this is for the best. You'll have plenty of food now, and they won't hurt you. You'll be pets like I said, but it's not a bad life."

Lily opened her mouth to scream at him more, but she paused as another rabbit bounded down the tunnel. This wasn't so surprising as the tom's reaction. His face lit up and he let out a trill of joy.

"Ellie!"

The rabbit opened her arms, "Come here, kitty!"

The tom stepped into the much smaller rabbit's arms and they hugged like long-separated lovers. Lily almost expected them to kiss.

"You did a good job, Jason. I knew you would," the rabbit murmured tenderly. "I'm so glad to see everything went okay and you're still safe."

"What is this?!" Lily demanded in shock. "Is this why you betrayed us?! You're fucking a rabbit?!"

The tom glanced at her awkwardly before turning back to the rabbit, "I, um, think you should turn me back now, Ellie."

"If that's what you want, kitty," the rabbit replied.

They broke apart, and she stepped back, drawing one of the silver shrink-ray guns. The golden beam shot out, and the tom began to shrink. When he was the size of the shrunken tabbies, it cut out, and he wobbled before toppling over onto his rear. The rabbit quickly scooped him up.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" she asked worriedly.

The tom nodded, "I'm fine."

The rabbit cradled him next to her chest and stroked him, "I love you, kitty," she crooned softly.

Lily's attention was drawn away from the pair when the rabbit holding her lifted her and nuzzled her between the ears. Lily looked up at her uncomfortably.

"You know, you're a lot prettier than I thought you would be," the rabbit stated. "Why don't you tell me your name, kitty? I'm Zeta."

"Lily," Lily grumbled.

"You don't need to worry, Lily. My partner and I will take good care of you, and your friends will be well taken care of two. Alex and Jill are a lovely couple, and they have their own sweet kits. They'll make your friends feel at home, and we can visit them sometimes."

Lily glanced across the room to where the larger group of rabbits was fussing over the tabbies, in particular the kittens. The cats looked a little nervous, but they were interacting with the rabbits in a friendly manner, evidently hopeful that the prey were telling the truth. Lily had to admit she had no real reason to doubt them: they'd been gentle so far, and there was nothing to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to the cats now.

"I'll still be a 'pet'," Lily growled. "If you think I'm going to enjoy being your toy, you've lost it."

The rabbit lifted her to nuzzle her head again. "It won't be so bad," she murmured. "You'll see it's better this way."

Lily turned her head to glare at the tom, "Is that what he thinks?" she growled loudly enough for him to hear. "It's better now that predators are your toys?"

Still cradled in the other rabbit's arm, the tom turned his head to regard her uncomfortably, "I've been with Ellie and her sister a long time," he stated. "They caught me years before the revolution. I'm happy with this life, and I agreed to help because I know it's a good one. Things really are better now. No one has to be killed, and the prey treat us well. We live in peace. I know it can be hard to get used to the idea, but Ellie and her sister love me. And I love them. It's not bad being a pet; I know I don't have to hurt anyone anymore."

"Is there any resistance at all, or was that all a lie?" Lily demanded.

"As far as I know there isn't one," the tom replied. "Except for a few predators like you, they were all captured months ago."

"It's a brand new world, Lily," the rabbit holding her piped cheerfully. "We live in peace just like Jason said. We have all kinds of tasty bug for you to eat, so you'll stay strong and healthy."

Lily grimaced, "Bugs? That's what you meant by 'lots of food'?" she accused the tom.

He blinked at her, "You get used to them," he replied placidly.

"Let's get you out of this stuffy hole," the rabbit holding her remarked. "The sun will be coming up soon. I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing the outside after months down here. And Petunia will want to meet you. We're going to have a wonderful life together, Lily; just wait and see."

With that, the rabbit hopped toward the exit, following the rabbit with the tom up the tunnel. The sun's glow was just beginning to illuminate the Eastern horizon as they carried the cats outside. A cool breeze ruffled Lily's fur. Her rabbit watched as the others went their separate ways, some with felines in hand. Then she looked down at Lily.

"Let's go home, kitty," she said with a smile.

To Lily's surprise and consternation the rabbit carried her not to some underground burrow but into the very same village she'd lived in before the attack! The village was swarming with prey, many of them construction crews renovating the houses the predators no longer lived in (or perhaps lived in as pets) to accommodate their new prey owners. Lily was a bit relieved that the rabbit didn't carry her to her own former home; she didn't want to see what had happened to it. The teal-painted brick abode they entered seemed to have belonged to some some type of mustelid, maybe a weasel or pine marten, and Lily could still detect a faint trace of the former owners' potent musk.

"Petunia!" the rabbit called as she pushed the door shut with one long foot. "I have someone for you to meet!"

A few seconds later, a light brown, lop-eared doe hopped in from the other room. Her large hazel eyes fell on Lily, and she let out an excited gasp. "Is that-?"

"This is her. The kitty who's been hiding down the hole, well, one of them, the talkative one," the white and black-splotched rabbit confirmed.

The lop bounded across the room and lifted Lily out of the other rabbit's arms with a squeal of delight. Her hands under Lily's arms, she held her up in front of her face, beaming with joy. "She's such a pretty kitty," she crooned. "Look at her fluffy cheeks and her tufty ears! Is she really going to be ours, Zeta?"

"She is. I didn't volunteer for the morning patrol for three months for nothing. She's our very own bobcat kitty."

The lop shifted Lily down to her shoulder, holding her with one hand under her rear and the other on her back. She stroked her from head to tail. "What's her name?"

"Lily," the other rabbit answered.

"Our little Lily," the lop cooed. She continued to stroke her. "I'm going to take good care of you, Lily, and I know we'll be the best of friends," she murmured tenderly.

The absurdity of it all was almost too much, but Lily held her tongue. She realized she might have scratched and bitten the doe to let her know what she thought of her "care", but it didn't seem like a wise course of action. If she could even escape this house, some other prey would most likely capture her. If she hadn't believed that prey had taken over before, seeing them renovating the predator village would have alleviated the last of her doubts. The only life she had to look forward to was as some prey's plaything. It could have made her angry, but instead she felt defeated. She was defeated, in fact; all predators were. Prey had won without condition, and they were reaping the spoils of that absolute victory. Perhaps she should be grateful she wasn't roasting alive on a spit.

The lop carried her back into the other room, which turned out to be the living room, and plopped down on a pale pink sofa before setting Lily in her lap. Wrapping her arms across Lily's torso, she gently squeezed her against her soft, plump belly. The lop was quite a bit larger than her partner as well as more than a little plump. Compared to the other rabbit, who wasn't skinny by any means, she was soft and voluptuous with an ample dewlap and round, protruding belly. Seated on her soft thighs, Lily could tell her lower half was similarly well padded. She wondered if prey had been gaining weight since defeating the predators; she would have killed to get her claws on a piece of prey like this before everything had been turned upside-down. Just as tempting as the doe's juicy-looking body was her tantalizing aroma. Lily could imagine sinking her teeth into the doe's flesh to taste her sweet meat and savory juices flow over her tongue. Her stomach growled in protest, and Lily tried to push the images of the doe's decadent flesh from her mind. She would never be able to satisfy those cravings or taste any prey ever again. She wished she'd eaten more of the rabbit the tom had brought when she'd had the chance. For the remainder of her life, she'd only have the insects her owners fed her. It didn't seem fair, but again, perhaps she ought to be grateful it wasn't her on the menu instead. Rabbits might be strict herbivores, but not all prey were.

The lop lifted one of her arms to caress Lily's left ear and cheek with a finger. The blunt-clawed finger gently traced Lily's nose and petted her forehead before curling around her ear again. Carefully, the doe massaged Lily's cheek, eliciting a feeling of warm contentment. Lily started to purr but caught herself. She wouldn't become the rabbits' toy that easily! The doe lifted her other hand and her fingers began to massage both of Lily's cheeks, the lop's thumbs massaging her brows. Lily tried to resist, but between the soothing massage and the doe's wonderful scent, Lily couldn't hold back for long. A deep, chest-rumbling purr burst forth and spilled out of her inexorably. Serene contentment and warmth overwhelmed her more cautious feelings as Lily gave in to the doe's tender ministrations.

"It seems like she likes that," she other rabbit's voice sounded amusedly.

The lop paused the massaging, and Lily opened her eyes to see the white and black-splotched rabbit gazing down at her with a smirk.

"She's a good kitty," the lop sighed happily. "I know she's going to love living with us. Thank you for getting her for us, Sweetie Pie."

"I knew you'd like her," the other doe replied tenderly. She leaned in over Lily, and the rabbit's nuzzled noses. When she stood back up she spoke again, "I'm sure Lily wants breakfast, but first we need to take care of her claws. Can you help me, Honey Bun?"

Lily eyed the rabbit nervously. What did she mean "take care of her claws"?

"Do we have to?" the lop pleaded. "Her claws are so pretty."

"When we know we can trust her, we'll let them grow," the other doe countered.

"We can trust her!" the lop protested. "She's been very good so far!" She stroked Lily's head, "You want to be a good kitty, don't you, Lily? You wouldn't use your claws to scratch us."

"I, uh, as long as you don't try to hurt me, I won't hurt you," Lily answered nervously. She didn't want her primary mode of defense denuded!

"I want to give her a bath later," the black and white doe rejoined. "I don't want to get torn up trying to get her clean just because no one's ever made her take a bath before."

"A-a bath?" Lily mewed anxiously.

"See!" the black and white rabbit exclaimed. "Her pupils are already getting big! She's going to need to get used to living by our rules before we can trust her with her claws."

"Alright," the lop replied with a pout. "But once she gets used to it, I want to let her grow them out. Her claws are too pretty to keep cut."

"Of course, once she's used to being ours and we can trust her."

Wrapping one arm back across Lily's chest, the lop lifted Lily's right arm with her other hand, holding her forearm out with fingers curled around Lily's elbow, "Sorry, kitty," she murmured. "Zeta will be careful. Just be a good kitty and hold still for us, okay?"

Lily swallowed nervously. The other doe crouched in front of them and reached out with a pair of scissor-like nail clippers in one hand. Taking Lily's hand in her other hand, she gently squeezed the end of Lily's index finger to extend her claw. Lily could feel her heart pounding, and she had to force herself not to try to struggle to get away. The rabbits' hold on her felt oppressive, and they were crowding her in. The scissors reached around her claw, there was brief pressure, and then with a click the sharp tip snipped off. It all felt wrong and intrusive. Lily sucked a breath trying to steel herself for the second claw, but at the pressure and click she let out a little whine of distress. She didn't like this! Not waiting, the rabbit snipped off a third claw. Lily tried to pull her paw away, but the lop held her elbow tightly.

"It's okay, just a few more. You're being so good, kitty. Just hold still a little longer," the lop soothed.

Lily held her breath and managed to make it through the last finger and her thumb, but then the lop wrapped the other arm around her and lifted her left arm. The other doe's hand squeezed hers. Click! Lily let out a little mewl of protest and tried to pull her arm away. "P-please stop! No more!"

"You're okay," the black and white doe soothed. "Be a good kitty." She snipped off a second and third claw in rapid succession.

Lily moaned but tried not to struggle. The doe took her pinky and thumb claws.

"Now your feet," the black and white doe stated.

The lop lifted her left foot, holding it by the ankle.

"N-no! I can be good!" Lily cried, struggling in vain to pull her foot away. "You can give me a bath! I won't scratch!"

"You're making it hard to believe that right now," the black and white rabbit scolded. "Hold still! You aren't a little kitten."

Lily tried to restrain herself, and the doe clipped her four left claws in rapid succession.

"Last set," she stated as the lop lifted Lily's right foot.

Lily squeezed her eyes shut, praying for it to all be over. Pressure, click! Pressure, click! Pressure, click! Pressure, click!

"Done!"

Lily opened her eyes, and the lop stroked her head.

"Good kitty," the lop praised. "That wasn't too hard, was it?"

Lily felt her heart slow as the lop stroked her. She didn't want to go through that again! But I will unless I can prove they can trust me! "I-it wasn't so bad," Lily agreed weakly. "I, um, I'll do what you say. I'll prove you can trust me. I know I'm going to be your pet, so I'll learn to obey your rules"

The lop continued to stroke her, "I know you will. You're a good kitty," she soothed. "I'm glad you're our kitty, Lily. It'll be easier the next time."

Lily didn't want there to be a next time, but she nodded helplessly. She really did belong to these rabbits. It was true they didn't intend to be cruel, but they could do whatever they wanted with her. She had no choice but to comply, and it would be that way for the rest of her life. She was at their mercy. They seemed kindhearted, but it was still a lot to accept, especially from prey. She was supposed to hunt and kill rabbits as food, but that was all over now. Now, she was their toy, a pampered toy perhaps, but a toy nonetheless. The lop laid her on her lap and stroked her from head to tail. Lily let the sensation soothe her, and it did to some extent. But she couldn't shake the feeling of complete helplessness. She was in their clutches. Maybe, in the end, it wouldn't be a bad life like the tom had said, but Lily realized now that meant accepting her new place in the world. The world of predators and prey was gone; this was the world of prey and their pets.

Lily lay listlessly in the lop's lap until the other doe called from the other room, "Honey Bun! Lily's breakfast is ready!"

The lop scooped her up and carried her to the kitchen. On the table was a baking dish of what appeared to be some type of beetle. The black and white rabbit scooped some onto a plate with a spoon, and Lily saw that, while the top layer was beetles, the middle layer was whole wheat pasta with a bottom layer of grubs.

"I hope you like it. I got the recipe from one of my friends," the doe informed her. "She says it's her predator's favorite. We can try to figure out other recipes you like later."

Seated on the lop's lap, Lily stared at the gruesome looking dish. She did her best to lift the too large spoon and scoop up some of the repulsive casserole. She closed her eyes as she took a bite from the spoon. The crunch of the beetles almost made her spit it out, but after weeks of rationed food, she found the taste was actually pleasant. She managed to swallow, and peeking open her eyes took another bite. She cleaned her plate and glanced up at the black-splotched doe.

"May I have more?"

The doe grinned happily, "Eat as much as you want, kitty!"

Lily ate until her belly was full. It was a luxurious feeling she hadn't experienced in some time. He was right; there's plenty of food.

The black-splotched doe put the rest of the casserole in the fridge with foil over the top. "You're easy to feed at your size," she remarked. "So eat as much as you want. We won't put you on a diet unless you get fatter than Petunia."

"Hey!" Petunia protested. "I'm not that fat!"

The other doe gave her a lewd wink, "I didn't say I didn't like it."

Petunia looked down at Lily, "Do you think I'm fat, Lily?"

Lily blinked up at her embarrassedly, "Erm, well, I, uh-"

"Hah!" Zeta crowed.

Petunia scowled.

"I-I didn't say you were!" Lily protested.

Petunia squeezed her a bit too tightly against her plump belly, "If you think I'm fat, I might just sit on you and see what you think then!"

"I don't!" Lily cried.

"What do you think then?" Petunia demanded.

"I think you look nice!" Lily replied.

"Nice and fat!" Zeta quipped.

Petunia glared down at her dangerously.

"That's not what I meant! I think you look nice!"

"Nice how?!"

"N-nice and, and big, er, I mean, juicy! I mean, um," she trailed off at the rabbit's shocked expression.

"You think I look juicy?!" Petunia replied in high dudgeon. From the other side of the table, Zeta was caught in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"I think you look good if, you know, I, um, I am a predator," Lily replied weakly.

"You think I look good as in you'd like to eat me," Petunia stated offendedly.

"I, I'm not going to," Lily whined.

"I'd like to see you try!"

Across the table, Zeta wiped tears from her eyes, "Heeheehee, don't be angry, Petunia. We just gave her a nice fat rabbit to eat yesterday. I'm sure she, snrk, means it as a compliment. Hahaha!"

Petunia rolled her eyes then looked down at Lily with a wry smirk, "You think I look tasty, huh?"

Lily nodded embarrassedly.

"How do I smell?"

"R-really good."

"Delicious, you might say?"

Lily nodded again.

Petunia sighed and petted her head, "I guess you are a predator after all. As long as you don't try to bite any chunks out of me, I forgive you."

"Thank you," Lily mumbled bashfully.

"How about me, Lily?" Zeta teased. "Do you want to eat me?"

Lily glared at the rabbit who had instigated this whole situation. "I believe I told you so yesterday," she replied testily.

"I guess you did," Zeta returned amusedly. "It seems like I got you outside after all though, eh, kitty? You could have just come out at any time and saved us the trouble of the ruse. I told you we wouldn't hurt you."

"I was just supposed to believe that?!" Lily rejoined annoyedly.

Zeta shrugged, "It was true. What else should I have said?"

"Nothing! We were under enough stress without you taunting us! If you went away, we might have assumed the King had crushed your rebellion and come out on our own."

"I hear your royal family is doing just fine with the mice who caught them for what it's worth," Zeta remarked. "They live in the palace walls."

Lily frowned, "At least you two aren't mice."

Zeta grinned, "Why? You don't like mice, kitty?"

"I just wouldn't want to be that small!" Lily protested. "What would I even eat then?"

"Ants maybe? I'm sure they get by."

"I'm still glad I'm with you and not mice," Lily returned grumpily.

Zeta smiled, "We're glad too, even if you do want to eat us."

"I don't really, I mean, I wouldn't," Lily muttered awkwardly.

"Oh?" Zeta replied amusedly. "Are you saying we already converted you? You'd rather be our pet?"

Lily looked down at her lap and the legs of the rabbit whose lap she as nestled in, "I, um, I don't know."

"We don't expect you to be sold at this point, kitty," Zeta piped cheerfully. "We know if we made you big right now, you'd probably eat us. We don't expect a few hours to change a lifetime of experience and instinct. We haven't even been that nice to you. We trimmed your claws and threatened you with a bath, which you're still getting by the way. Eventually, you'll be happy as our pet or at least like us enough that you wouldn't eat us, but we don't expect you to be there yet. You're a predator who has to do what we say because we're bigger than you. We'll do our best to make you happy, but the foundation of our relationship is that you can't hurt us anymore. If we believed we could convince you in a few hours not to eat us, then the entire revolution wouldn't have been necessary."

"I guess that's true," Lily murmured self-consciously. "I'm glad I can't hurt you though. You've tried to be kind to me. I didn't feel guilty when I killed prey before, but I would if I hurt you. I guess, maybe I was a monster; maybe I still am."

"Don't worry about that, kitty," Petunia soothed, stroking Lily's head. "We don't hate you for being a predator. We know you did what you had to. We just want everyone to be able to live in peace, and that's why you had to become our pets. Now that we're in charge, no one has to get killed." She paused and booped Lily's nose. "Besides, we get to have our cute little kitty. It's worked out pretty well for us being kind to predators. It's not like we don't get anything out of it; we get you."

Lily craned her neck back to blink up at the lop, and she smiled down at her. Lily leaned back into the rabbit's soft fur, her warmth and wonderful scent all around her. Maybe she could get used to this. She'd have to accept that these rabbits could do with her as they pleased, but if she could trust them, then maybe that would be okay.

"Now what?" Petunia asked Zeta.

"Now, I might as well give Lily her bath sooner rather than later. She's kind of smelly."

Lily shifted nervously. She wasn't looking forward to getting wet.

"Can I give it to her?" Petunia asked.

"You've been holding her all this time. It's my turn," Zeta replied.

"Alright, but I get to wash her next time," Petunia rejoined.

Zeta smiled, "Sure. We'll have to take turns with our kitty." She hopped around the table and lifted Lily out of Petunia's lap, "Are you ready for your bath, kitty?"

Lily nodded uncomfortably. She didn't want a bath, but she wanted to be good for her owners. She wanted them to trust her and continue to treat her kindly. After the nail trim, she realized that they could restrict her freedom however they pleased, so if she wanted more freedom, she needed to cooperate. And while she wouldn't admit it, a little part of her was starting to like her lack of control. She couldn't remember ever feeling helpless like this before, but there was something titillating about it.

Zeta carried her upstairs and into the bathroom. Setting Lily beside the sink, she filled it with warm water and tested the temperature with her finger.

"Alright, in you go!"

Without waiting for her to get in herself, Zeta lifted her and placed her in the warm pool. Lily winced as the water soaked her fur. Zeta scooped up water with her hands and poured it over Lily's head until she was thoroughly soaked. Lily endured it as best she could.

"Wait here a second," Zeta instructed.

She stepped into the shower and retrieved a bottle of shampoo. Zeta let the water drain out of the sink while she squeezed some shampoo into her palm then began to lather Lily, starting with her head. Lily stood uneasily as the rabbit's blunt-clawed fingers massaged her body, working down her torso and out her arms and legs. She sucked a breath as a pair of Zeta's fingers passed between her thighs and held her breath as the rabbit washed her private parts. When she was finally done, Lily let out a sigh of relief. Zeta adjusted the water then refilled the sink to rinse Lily off, repeating the dousing of her head. Finally, she let the water out of the sink and scooped Lily up in a lavender towel.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Zeta piped.

Lily shook her head.

Zeta gave Lily's head a few wipes with the towel then hugged the bundle and touched her nose between Lily's ears. "I bet you never imagined anything like this all the times you told me to 'fuck off' while you were hiding down your hole, huh?" Zeta teased softly.

She set Lily on the floor and got a blow dryer out of the cabinet with the towels. After she dried Lily the rest of the way, she scooped her up and carried her back down to the living room where Petunia was stretched out on the couch with a book.

"Here she is, all nice and clean!" Zeta declared.

Petunia set down her book and held out her arms, and Zeta delivered Lily into them. Petunia laid Lily down her chest and belly and stroked her back. She touched her nose to the top of Lily's head and gave her a sniff. "She smells so sweet now," she crooned. She tickled Lily's ribs with a finger, causing her to squirm. "I could almost gobble her up."

"You'll have an easier time than the other way around," Zeta joked.

Petunia brought both hands to Lily's sides and wriggled her fingers over her ribs. Lily squirmed, trying to hold back laughter. "I might al least have to have a nibble!" Petunia declared, redoubling her tickling efforts.

"Eek! N-no! Eeheeheeheehee! Eeheeheeheeheehee!" Lily squealed.

"No? I shouldn't have a taste?" Petunia teased as she tickled her. "You seemed like you wanted a taste of me."

"I, I, eeheeheeheehee!" Lily gasped helplessly between peals of giggles.

"Help me, Sweetie Pie!" Petunia called.

Zeta climbed on top of the couch, sitting on Petunia's hips just below Lily, and began to tickle Lily's sides below her ribs whilst Petunia continued to assail Lily's ribs. Lily tried to squirm away, but the rabbits easily pulled her back into place to continue their tickling assault. Zeta rolled her over and moved her tickling to Lily's exposed belly.

"N-n-neeheeheehee!" Lily tried to protest in vain.

Lily didn't know how long it had gone, but at last, the rabbits seemed satisfied she'd had enough. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, still lying down Petunia's torso.

"How do you like being our kitty?" Zeta teased. "It's exhilarating letting your prey take control, isn't it?"

Lily blushed and nodded. For some reason, being tickled by the rabbits had been highly arousing. She felt damp between her legs and hoped she hadn't peed herself.

Zeta lifted up Lily's legs, "How about your cute toe beans? Are they ticklish too?"

Lily let out a little moan of arousal. Was the torment going to begin again?

"Oh!" Zeta yelped in surprise, staring down at Lily's legs. She bent down and sniffed before looking up in puzzlement, "Is our little kitty excited?"

Lily blushed red hot.

"She likes it!" tickle her feet this time Petunia squealed.

Zeta took Lily's ankle in one hand and began to subtly trace her finger over Lily's toe and foot pads. Lily sucked a breath and stretched her legs.

"I feel like I need a feather," Zeta stated. "Hold that thought."

Zeta slipped off of Petunia and disappeared from the room. Lily could feel Petunia's hot breath on her ears, and the doe traced a finger down her belly to her loins, stopping just short of Lily's vulva. Lily felt her heart pounding. Zeta reentered the room with a small, light blue feather and sat back on top of Petunia.

She took Lily's ankle in hand and eyed her curiously, "Ready, kitty?"

Lily nodded, and Zeta began to gently flick the feather over her pads, faster and faster. Lily resisted as long as she could until, with a squeal, she burst into giggles once again. Zeta tickled one foot for a few minutes then switched to the other. When she was finished, she bent down and sniffed Lily's loins again.

"It seems like you're into this," she remarked with interest. "Just how much are you enjoying being our kitty, Lily?"

Lily blushed hot again.

"Well?" Zeta prompted.

"I, I want," Lily huffed. She stretched up her legs. "Please!" she gasped.

"Spread her for me," Petunia requested.

Zeta placed fingers on either side of Lily's vulva and spread her labia. Petunia ran her finger down Lily's belly again, this time to her vulva. Lily moaned in pleasure. Petunia began to gently rub her with little circling motions. Her finger was too large for Lily's vagina--it would have risked hurting her trying to squeeze even one inside--but her subtle touch was able to stimulate Lily's clitoris and inner labia. Lily felt her pleasure rising until it crashed over her in a crescendo, and she cried out in ecstasy. Petunia didn't stop however but continued stimulating Lily as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flooded her senses. Lily trembled with the intensity of her euphoria. At last, the pleasure subsided, and she fell limp with exhaustion.

Petunia stopped rubbing her. "Lily?" she squeaked worriedly. "We didn't kill her did we?!" she asked Zeta anxiously.

Zeta shook her head with a smirk, "She's breathing. It seems our kitty has a few surprises for us." She grinned, "Maybe for her as well."

Lily smiled weakly in exhausted amusement. She was obliged to rest for a few minutes, sprawled out on Petunia's torso. Petunia stroked her whiskers while Zeta petted her belly. Once Lily was recovered enough, she sat up and lifted her left leg over her head to clean her moist nether regions.

"So, that was a surprise," Zeta commented when Lily sat back up. "Did you know you liked tickling, or was that something new for you too?"

"I-I didn't know, but I, um, I'd started to feel something before that," Lily murmured embarrassedly. "I've, um, never felt helpless like this, but, um, knowing you were in control and could make me do anything, I, uh, I was starting to get excited."

Zeta blinked at her, and then her mouth spread in a wide grin, "Are you our subby little kitty? Maybe I should have tempted you out of your hole by telling you what we were going to do with you."

Lily blushed, "I-I've never felt like this before," she stammered. "I didn't know th-that I would like it."

Zeta's smile softened, and she reached out to caress Lily's cheek, "We can learn about what you like together then. I didn't expect that you'd like being our pet quite like this, but I'm glad that we're learning things about you. I hope you're happy to be learning things about yourself too."

Lily nodded, feeling embarrassed and unsure of herself. Was it because they were prey, or would she have liked this with predators too? Maybe it was the size difference that aroused her. Lily was used to being in charge and making decisions others had to follow. Was this why she found the complete opposite so appealing?

Petunia picked her up, turning her around and lifting her over herself so that they were face-to-face, "I'm glad we could make you feel good, kitty!" she piped. She laid Lily down with her chin on Petunia's soft dewlap and stroked her back. "We want you to be happy as our kitty, so I'm glad we can satiate your little kitty desires."

Zeta crawled forward, holding herself above Petunia and Lily on all fours, and leaned down to nuzzle noses with the other doe. "And I'm glad you're happy with the kitty I caught us, Honey Bun," Zeta murmured lovingly.

Petunia wrapped her arms over Lily and gave her a little squeeze. "She's perfect, Sweetie Pie."

The rabbits leaned together again, reciprocally turning their heads, and their mouths locked together. Zeta was pressed close on top of Lily but not crushing her, and Lily could feel the rabbits' bodies moving over and beneath her as they kissed deeply. They kissed for some minutes before they broke apart, and Zeta pushed herself back up. She looked down at Lily amusedly, "How are you liking being our pet, kitty?"

Lily turned her head to the side so that she could look up at Zeta with one eye and pressed her muzzle into Petunia's soft dewlap, "It seems like it's going to be cozy at least," she joked.

Zeta grinned, "You're gaining a new kind of appreciation for a nice plump rabbit, huh?"

"If you say yes, I'm going to sit on you," Petunia warned.

"She might like that!" Zeta quipped. "Why don't you try it?"

Petunia lifted Lily's top half to eye her mischievously, "What do you think, Lily? Do you want a bunny's scut in your face?"

Lily was worried Petunia would be too heavy for her, but she didn't think it would be wise to tell her that was the reason. "M-maybe after I'm more used to being your pet. It, um, I mean, we don't know each other yet."

"I was just fingering you," Petunia pointed out matter-of-factly.

"She's afraid your huge ass will flatten her!" Zeta teased.

Petunia eyed Lily suspiciously.

Lily swallowed nervously, "I-I guess I could try it if, if you'd try to be gentle."

Petunia's expression softened into a gentle smile, "Of course, I'll be very gentle. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, kitty."

"You're going to sit on her then?!" Zeta asked excitedly.

"Not while you're on top of me," Petunia pointed out testily. "And she won't be flattened. I'm not that heavy."

Zeta hopped off the couch, and Petunia stood. Petunia laid Lily on the couch with her legs over the edge.

"Hold still for me, okay, Lily," she requested.

Lily nodded nervously.

Petunia turned around, and her round rear began to loom over Lily. Slowly, the rabbit lowered herself, her fuzzy scut pushing into Lily's face and her weight primarily on her chest. The rabbit got heavier and heavier as she slowly relaxed her arms. Pressed tightly against the cushion, Lily kept thinking the rabbit must almost be sitting with her full weight, but she just kept getting heavier. Lily really began to get anxious as the rabbit's butt squeezed the air from her lungs. At last, the weight seemed to stop increasing, Petunia's ass an utterly irresistible mass squashing Lily's ribs so much they ached, and she couldn't draw even the tiniest breath. Her face buried in the fuzzy white underside of Petunia's scut, haze crept at the edges of Lily's vision. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move against the overwhelming weight. Panic rose inside her. Was this the end?!

"Should I sit on your lap too?" Zeta asked.

Lily's heart sank into her stomach. If the other rabbit added her weight, she'd be dead for sure.

"You'd better check on her first," Petunia stated a bit worriedly. "She doesn't seem to be moving much."

Zeta's face appeared as she pushed up Petunia's scut, "Are you okay, kitty?"

With the tiny amount of air she still had in her lungs, Lily let out a desperate mew.

"Get up!" Zeta said urgently.

Fortunately, Petunia took the concern in her tone seriously and leapt off of Lily. Lily gasped a breath. She lay breathing heavily until Petunia scooped her up.

"Sorry kitty! I guess I really was too heavy," she apologized contritely. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm okay. Thank you for noticing."

"Zeta's lighter, so you might be alright with her," Petunia suggested.

"M-maybe another time," Lily replied nervously.

"Are you sore?"

"Just a little."

Petunia sat back on the couch, setting Lily in her lap, and petted her head. "I'm sorry I made you try that. I promise to be more gentle going forward."

"It would have been quite a way to go though," Zeta jested. "Imagine, just your fat ass, and then lights out."

Petunia eyed her dangerously, "I could shrink you and try it."

Lily smirked at the rabbits' repartee, "Could I eat her if she died?" she asked cheekily.

Petunia looked down at her in mock horror, "Lily! What a terrible thing to ask! You fiend!" She tickled Lily's ribs, causing her to squirm. "How would you like her prepared?"

"Stewed with herbs and served on a bed of brown rice with roasted cherry tomatoes," Lily declared amusedly.

"Sounds tasty," Petunia teased. "I might have to try some."

"I'm starting to think this isn't a joke," Zeta commented dryly.

Petunia looked up at her mischievously, "If you died under my ass, I don't see why you should go to waste."

Zeta sighed and rolled her eyes but regarded them with a smirk, "I'm glad the two of you are getting along."

"How could I not with such a sweet kitty," Petunia crooned amusedly.

"She's said she wants to eat us both, but if you ignore that, I guess she's sweet," Zeta replied lightly. "Be careful that she doesn't side with me instead, Juicy."

Petunia stuck out her tongue, "You're just jealous that I'm her favorite," she jested.

"Because she wants to eat you more, you mean," Zeta rejoined.

"She can 'eat' me if she wants though I'm afraid you'd get too jealous," Petunia teased lewdly.

Lily blushed.

"She really will think you're juicy then!" Zeta sallied.

"You would know."

Zeta eyed Petunia lasciviously, "I'd like a reminder."

Petunia stood, picking up Lily under the arms, "I think I can give you a demonstration."

The rabbits raced upstairs and into the bedroom with Lily still in Petunia's arms. Petunia leapt on the bed and stretched out on her side, still holding Lily to her chest. She lifted one leg, and Zeta scrambled up next to her, shoving her face between Petunia's thighs. Petunia let out a moan of pleasure and gave Lily a little squeeze. Zeta's lower half was up next to them, but Petunia ignored it as the white and black-splotched doe pleasured her. After a minute, she pushed Lily towards the other doe's rear.

"Why don't you help Zeta out, kitty? You already got to experience my butt. I'm sure you'll enjoy hers."

Lily blushed red hot as Petunia pushed her toward the rabbit's rear. Zeta's scut bobbed up and down as she lapped at Petunia's vulva. Lily could see the doe's anus just below her scut and the damp fur around her own juicy vulva. Obediently, Lily nuzzled her way into the wet fur and between Zeta's hot, moist lips, nosing around until she found Zeta's clitoris. She took and experimental lick with her rough tongue, and Zeta let out a little gasp.

Petunia's hand pushed Lily against the doe's rear. "That's it, kitty. Show Zeta what you can do."

Lily began to lap Zeta's clitoris. As she lapped, more secretions began to flow, further dampening the doe's fur as well as Lily's face and neck. Lily stretched her tongue to lap up the secretions as well while she continued to stimulate Zeta's clitoris with her hot, rough tongue and smooth, cool nose. Soon Zeta's moans combined with Petunia's, creating a cacophony of excited moans, squeaks, and heavy breathing. While not being stimulated, Lily's breaths came in hot, excited gasps, and when Petunia's finger inserted into her anus, she let out a moan deep from her belly.

The orgy continued until all three of them were exhausted and lay sprawled out on the bed, catching their breaths. Lily's upper front was completely soaked with Zeta's juices as was Zeta's crotch. Lily assumed Zeta's face and Petunia's crotch were in a similar state, but she didn't have the energy to stand up and confirm it.

"You have a stinky butt, Lily," Petunia remarked amusedly. "My finger smells awful."

"I didn't make you put it up there," Lily returned humorously.

"Wait, you had your finger in her butt?" Zeta asked.

"Yes, and she was the one licking you," Petunia teased.

"I could tell that."

"Was, um, I okay?" Lily asked shyly.

"Are you kidding? It felt incredible!"

Lily blushed.

"You did a wonderful job as ever, Sweetie Pie," Petunia added. "Was I juicy enough for you?"

"Juicy and delicious as always," Zeta confirmed. "How did you like the taste of bunny pussy, pussycat?"

"You tasted good," Lily replied embarrassedly.

"Better than stewed with rice?" Zeta teased.

"I wouldn't go that far," Lily replied amusedly.

They were silent a few seconds, and then Zeta sat up and scooped up Lily, cradling her against her chest. The fur around her mouth and chin was indeed soaked. "I just can't stop thinking about all of those days you spent hiding from us," Zeta admitted. "You tried to sound angry, but I know you must have been afraid. I know what it's like to be afraid someone will catch you and of what they might do. I hope we've shown you that things are going to be alright with us."

Lily thought it was a weird time to have this discussion right after she'd had her face buried in the doe's genitals, but she nodded. "I guess I was afraid, but I'm not afraid now. This day has been bizarre, especially the past hour to be perfectly honest, but I think I can get used to being your pet if that's what I am. I mean, we just, you know."

"Maybe you're our sex toy then," Zeta teased. "It doesn't matter, kitty. You're our kitty, and we'll have fun together. Labels aren't important."

Lily yawned, exhausted from all of the activity thus far. She was pretty sure it wasn't even lunch time yet, but she felt like she needed a nap. She nuzzled her muzzle against Zeta's chest and sighed. "I'm glad I'm your kitty," she murmured.

Zeta began to stroke her, and she soon fell into a restful sleep.